"Whew... Whew"

In the middle of the night, the fugitives were unusually heavy, the blood-stained leaves were dancing in the wind, the ghost-like whistling sound was in the forest, and there were strange cries of wild creatures, perhaps they also smelled the smell of blood, and were hiding in the darkness to peek at everything in this cruel night.

The ericketated troll leaned against the trunk of a tree, and he looked around vigilantly, like a vigilant beast, his cheeks engraved with charms already soaked with sweat, because of nervousness, but also because of pain.

It's not a hunt, it's a run!

The wound in his right eye began to ache again, and even though it had been 1 year, the hideous wound had never healed, just like his hatred.

He will never forget how he was driven into a dead end on the battlefield of the Eternal Song Forest, and how he was brutally gouged out of his eyes after the dying counterattack, the boiling hatred and anger burned in his heart, and every cell was frantically calling for revenge, revenge!!

"Ahh

The severed left arm began to bleed again, pain spreading over every wound, and they laughed hoarsely, and below the elbow of the old troll, who should have been able to tear the beast apart, was empty...

Two hours ago, he used the bone knife with his own hands to cut off his arm little by little, and there was no weapon to be found in the cage at all, so the bone knife, which he broke his fangs and quietly sharpened in countless dark nights of captivity, was not sharp, and the process of cutting off his arm was undoubtedly extremely painful.

But he didn't let out a single cry of pain, until he broke the jailer's neck with one hand, and used his blood to quench hunger and thirst, until the first little spark of revenge was ignited by his own hands, and in the midst of the killing, he could feel a trace of pleasure! Only the slaughter and revenge of his own hands can please the bloodthirsty and brutal Loa, the wild deity he serves.

"Find him!"

"Do whatever it takes!"

The faint shouts and firelight lit up in the forest behind him, and the pursuers had arrived, and the resting old troll's one-eye opened suddenly, and he stretched out his chapped tongue and licked his lips, like a hungry viper, eager for its prey to approach, and the only remaining right arm, the strange three-fingered palm, also clenched the blood-stained bone knife in his hand.

He can't wait to fight! Every bone in his body was screaming and killing like crazy.

"Wow"

The Elven Ranger's head rising into the woods, warm blood spilling on Zulkin's face, fascinated him.

But the next moment, the cold wind blew on his face, and the returned reason quickly suppressed the desire to slaughter, and he glanced back at the forest that had been broken by the noise, and finally, he took a deep breath and turned his head into the deeper forest.

Freely! Freely!

This is what he must get, and only by getting rid of the incompetent pursuers behind him will it be possible for him to return to Amani's territory! Only by regaining his freedom will he be able to regain control of the already scattered Amani tribe! Only freedom can allow him to raise the army of forest trolls, once again break through the kingdom of arrogant elves, and comfort himself with all the failures and shame he has endured with the blood of thousands of living beings!

He's Zulkin!

Amani Trolls' greatest chieftain and priest, beloved slayer of the god Loa, destroyer of the High Elf kingdom of Quel'Salas' Destiny!

It's not that he can't stand failure, but at least ... Can't die here! Menial... Like reptiles and wild dogs, they die on the ground so far away from the battlefield.

"Whoa, whoa"

He raced through the darkness, and the little magic he had gained on the way to escape was used by him to heal the wound on his left arm, stop the bleeding, and allow it to heal temporarily.

This act of drinking to quench his thirst will suppress the powerful self-healing instinct in the troll's body, so that the severed arm cannot be revived naturally, and over time, he will completely lose his right arm.

But if he didn't, the constant dripping blood would reveal his escape route, and having dealt with the High Elves for the rest of his life, Zulkin knew very well what their rangers could do, even a drop of blood would be enough for them to find his hiding place in the forest.

Although reluctant to admit it, the elite High Elf Ranger is the most dangerous natural killer of forest troll hunters.

But it doesn't matter... Because the end of freedom is at hand!!

The night's run had drained the last vestiges of the Troll Chieftain Zurkin's body, but he had also accomplished a feat that ordinary people could not accomplish by crossing the forests of the eastern part of the Hillsbrad Hills overnight.

A few kilometers further on, you will truly enter the Wild Lands of the Hinterland Mountains, where another clan of forest trolls, the Hivebranch, lives and although they have little to do with the Amani clan, Zurkin will not be in danger of dying once they reach there.

"Whew... Whew"

Zurkin's face was full of exhaustion, he had to rest, the environment in Hinterland was many times more dangerous than the hills of Hillsbrad, and he had to make sure that he had enough energy to face the dangers of the wild forest.

And at this very moment...

"Whoosh"

An arrow shot from the forest ahead, with a whistling sound of breaking wind, shot at Zulkin's head, the threat of danger that made the hair on the back of the old troll's neck stand upside down, and he threw himself forward, lying on the soft ground, and the arrow pierced wildly into the trunk of the tree behind him, and even flew like splinters of sawdust.

"Ahh

Zurkin let out a frenzied cry, his one-eyed eyes full of ferocity and rage, seeing that freedom was ahead of him, but he suffered defeat at the last moment, which made Zulkin, who had given almost everything to seek freedom, completely crazy.

He was like a failed gambler at the table, with red eyes, all the killing, all the rage, all the madness that his body had suppressed, was completely released at this moment, he clenched his bone knife and rushed out in the direction of the sharp arrow, his expression was more like a beast driven into a desperate situation than an exhausted fugitive prisoner.

It's like 1 year ago, on the battlefield of Quel'Thalas, where the Amani trolls were defeated.

Even if it's death... Pull ten or a hundred elves to cushion your back!

"My fate... Not there..."

"Bang"

The cold back of the knife slammed into Zulkin's body after accumulating strength, completely interrupting his weak and decisive charge.

In this desperate situation, the old troll could not resist such an attack, and his entire body that rushed forward was flipped under this blow, and finally he lay on the ground in embarrassment.

"Smack"

The foot in the deerskin combat boots stepped on his left arm, and the sharp blade cut his fingers mercilessly, smashing those three fingers along with the clenched bone knife, and in the gushing blood, Zurkin suppressed the pain, his only eyes were full of hatred, he raised his head, and in the light of the approaching dawn, he saw the comer.

I saw the face that made him grit his teeth with hatred every night when he was imprisoned, eager to tear down his bones and swallow his flesh.

It was an indifferent face, with the emaciation characteristic of the High Elves, a sharpness to the lips that were always pursed, and above all the eyes, those calm eyes, calm even when the old troll's fingers were chopping off, in the cruelty of the blood splattering.

As Zulkin looked at him, the figure in green chain mail and the Wanderer's signature green cloak was also looking at him, and after a second, those calm eyes narrowed, bringing a sincere smile to his cheeks.

"Long time no see, Zulkin..."

"Thai! Auspicious! Rise! The crumbs that took away my eyes! Kill you! I'm going to... Kill! Finish! You! ”

The voice was hoarse, and the resentment and viciousness in it did not need to be recognized at all, this is the posture of a real enemy, and at the moment of hearing this shout, the elven ranger pursed his lips, he let go of the foot that stepped on Zulkin's arm, and the next moment, the sword light lit up.

"Poof"

A blade engraved with a phoenix pattern pierced through his chest, nailing the old troll to the ground along with his escape.

"Uh... You'd better kill me now..."

Zulkin's only remaining eye swelled with extreme malice, and he stared at the elf in front of him, who breathed a sigh of relief, crouched down in front of Zulkin, took a white handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the blood from the old troll's face.

The gentle movements were like an old friend who had not been seen for a long time, and with great calmness and grace, this posture and the desperate troll chief were simply like an extreme.

"Listen to me, Zurgin, I'm not here to kill the people I hate, there's no point in a guy like you, you're always going to be killed by me, sooner or later!"

The elf saw the hatred that glittered in Zurkin's one-eyed eye, and he shrugged:

"I'm here to protect the person I value, she's different from you, once lost, she will never come back."

With a smile on his face, he tossed aside the handkerchief filled with pungent blood, and in the night sky filled with the smell of blood, the elf breathed a sigh of relief and whispered:

"You should have died 1 year ago, but the fools of Silvermoon City have earned you a new life, don't worry, you may live a long time... As a prisoner. ”

"You see, my pathetic compatriots can't stand up to you and let you almost run away, it's okay, don't be disappointed in them... Don't take it for granted that you live, don't wait until it's too late to know that you cherish your terrible life, and when you are useless, I will end your pain with my own hands, I promise! ”

"Smack"

A large chunk of bloody dirt was brutally shoved into Zurkin's mouth, choking all his invective and screaming, leaving the old troll like a beast in his last struggle, never able to escape from the good hunter's hands.

So, the noisy forest, a few minutes after the two met, fell silent again.

Nearly 10 minutes later, the guards who were guarding Zulgin and the other Amani troll prisoners rushed out of the forest, wearing the same style of leather armor and cape as the elven ranger Tyrion, and the Ranger was the most eye-catching, unlike the others, he was wearing red chain mail, a red cloak, carrying a huge phoenix warbow, and a different kind of great sword in his hand.

When he saw Zurkin, who was nailed to the ground and struggling to get weaker and weaker, the Ranger Captain's eyes showed a little relaxation, but when he saw the figure standing next to Zurkin, a touch of shame welled up in his eyes.

"Lotherma. Captain Theron! ”

Tyrion, a ranger who shouldn't have been in this place, leaned against the trunk of a tree, wiped his war knife with a handkerchief, and after wiping the last traces of blood away, he raised his head and looked at the silent red-clothed ranger in front of him:

"The Amani Troll Chief who tried to escape from prison, Quel'Salas Felon Zurkin has been captured!"

The ranger threw a piece of incantrum stone to his fellow in red armor, and he whispered without a trace of emotion:

"I am on the orders of the Sun King and the Ranger General to take over the Far Wanderer POW camp! You may leave at any time and return to Quel'Salas to pay homage to your Royal Highness. ”

The Cardinal Ranger stood still, squeezing the Aragonite in his hand, not knowing what to say, while Tyrion strolled forward, passing Lotherma. When Theron was beside him, he reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and whispered:

"So, dear senior... Looks like you're going to have to go back with your failures. ”

"Bang"

The incantation stone in the red ranger's hand was clenched tightly at this moment, and even made a low voice, but in the end, he didn't say a word and turned to leave.

At the moment when Lotherma's figure disappeared into the forest, Tyrion stepped forward and stood still in front of the Far Wanderer Ranger in front of him, and he said in a deep voice:

"I'm Tyrion. Dawnblade! You all know me! I don't think I need to introduce myself anymore! ”

"From now on, the prisoner of war camp is in charge of me! I've brought the magic cage that the mages of Silvermoon City have made for Zulgin, and I'm going to transfer him to this cell as soon as possible! ”

"And, next, the first order I issued since I became the commander of the Hillsbrad Hills POW Camp!"

"As a result of this egregious prison escape, a profound lesson needs to be taught to the restless prisoners! Therefore, I order! ”

"All the prisoners in the prisoner of war camp except Zulkin ... Die on the spot! ”