The hills of Hillsbrad are the hinterland of the Kingdom of Alterac and are arguably the richest part of the Kingdom of Alterac, connecting the declining kingdom of Stormgard to the southeast, and to the northeast by a dense forest and the alpine region of Hinterland.

In the eyes of the human nations of the northern frontier, Hinterland is an authentic and wild land, its altitude is extremely high, in the north is connected to the Stratholme region of the kingdom of Lordaeron, the inner mountains and the outer plains are connected by almost impossible mountain paths, the mountain roads are full of poisonous gases, and the mountains are full of wild forests, as well as dangerous beasts.

Griffins, owls, and even travelers swear that they have seen dragons in the mountains of Hinterland.

Of course, all of the above has nothing to do with this war of orcs invading the world, at least at this stage.

But this war, which is currently only between humans and orcs, will eventually intensify, eventually involving the entire Eastern Kingdom, even these alien races, and in the end, the follow-up caused by this war will completely turn this peaceful world upside down.

"Buzz"

A scorching fireball fell from the sky, illuminating the dim forest in the darkness, and at the moment of landing, it ruthlessly swept the trees around the landing site, and the smoke burst out between the flames also set off the surrounding darkness even more gloomy.

A strange creature covered in orange-red flame patterns, with dragonfly wings, an eagle's head, and a dragon-like tail hovering in the darkness above the forest, stared at the ranger struggling to escape in the darkness below with its only remaining one-eyed eyes, and let out a vicious, sharp taunt in the dark forest leading to Hinterland.

"Run! Little Tyrion, run! You only have a few minutes left in your life, you play my game, with my rules, you are long dead..."

Most of the Loa gods served by Zulkin and his Amani clan are beast spirits, and these mysterious conceptual creatures can give believers the ability to change their appearance similar to that of the druids, but compared to the stable transformation of the druids, the changes given by the Loa gods are somewhat evil and manic, and the transformation time cannot be extended for too long.

But this is no longer much different for Tyrion, who is now truly in a desperate situation and has run out of oil.

He struggled back and forth through the dark forest, his face covered in blood and burn scars, and he could barely move thanks to the secret medicine that Lotherma had brought, but he knew that time was running out for him in a hate-filled slaughter like Zulkin's.

Zulkin's patience seemed to have come to an end, and he abandoned the spirit of the lynx, which cut flesh with a knife, and turned into the more lethal spirit of the dragon eagle, apparently intending to be burned alive in fear in the flames that fell from the sky on Tyrion.

And Tyrion's performance at this time was also very much in line with Zurkin's expectation, he was running in the sea of flames in embarrassment, he didn't even dare to look back at him, his back was like a rat running away in a hurry, driven to the last desperate situation, presumably, those low eyes, were already full of desperate fear.

"Hahahaha"

Thinking of this, Zurkin let out a pleasant and vicious laugh, and he flapped the wings of the dragon eagle and slowly fell from the sky, and in the one-eyed glance, Tyrion's hasty escape posture was so pleasing to the eye.

"Your death is just the beginning, little Tyrion."

"Amani has a new ally, and I can see at a glance the manic blood surging in the bodies of those orcs, and it is only fitting that I can use them as weapons to crush Quel'Thalas!"

Zulkin's voice sounded like a victor in the darkness, and the voice of darkness carried undisguised malice:

"Maybe I'll be merciful enough to prepare a tomb for you, with the words 'Elven Ranger Tyrion's burial place', you took my eyes, you brought me the shame of failure, I should not take your life, it should not be too much, right? ”

"Oh, by the way, after killing your widowed mentor, I'll be merciful enough to bury her with you... No need to thank me! ”

With the victory in his hands, Zulkin opened the mouth of the dragon eagle, and the last series of scorching flames erupted from his mouth, and the rain of flames fell at an extremely fast speed in the air less than 30 meters below the ground.

"Bang"

Tyrion dodged the first shot with difficulty, and he saw a clearing in the forest in front of him, with a great view and no obstruction!

That's the best place to ambush!

His exhausted body burst out with the last of its strength, and in the scorching heat that continued to fall behind him, he rushed madly towards the clearing, and at the moment when he threw himself into the clearing, his back was hit by the last fireball that fell from the sky, and the whole person was like a falling rock, rolling in the air, smashing on the edge of the clearing.

He lay on the ground, the lining of the chain mail behind him was ignited, and the weak flames burned behind him, and the whole person remained motionless, as if he had been completely killed.

This scene made Zul Jinlen pause.

The sinister troll chief had fantasized about Tyrion's deaths, but this one, this... The death was too quiet, too sudden, so sudden that he couldn't accept it, and he subconsciously flapped his wings and slowly fell from the sky, wanting to see if this guy was pretending to be dead or really dead.

Behind him, in the lit forest, in the shadows of the flames, a red figure slowly stood up from the branches, and the giant war bow carved with phoenix patterns in his hand was held in the air, and the arrows specially designed for armor piercing were firmly placed on the war bow.

Lotherma. Theron's eyes were fixed on the dragon eagle descending in the darkness, and he knew that there was only one chance that Tyrion had fought so hard for him.

Just like sniping the dragon knight on the sea before, the two rangers who are not close to each other have a faint tacit understanding between life and death, but this is different from the previous two teaming up to save Dai Lin, in the matter of Amani Troll and Zurkin, Quel'Salas will spontaneously unite even if they are naturally hostile warriors.

No one would want to see Zulkin reunited to the Amani tribe, so...

"Please... Die here!! ”

At the moment when the dragon eagle incarnated by Zuljin was about to touch Tyrion, Theron's bandaged fingers parted, and the strong vibration of the bowstring easily shattered the bandages on his fingers, causing blood to burst out wantonly, and the blood-stained armor-piercing arrow, like a meteor in the dark, rushed towards the most vulnerable abdomen of Zulgin's dragon eagle body.

"Whoosh"

At a distance of nearly 400 meters, it takes time for the arrow to reach the target, and the transmission of sound is always faster than the real thing, at the moment when he heard the sound of the bowstring, Zulkin was startled, flapping his wings and about to fly, and at this moment, Tyrion lying on the ground suddenly propped up his arms, and the whole person jumped up from the spot, and grabbed Zulkin's body with his hands full of burns.

The blood-soaked dagger in his hand, stabbed into his body, and Tyrion's gnashing teeth, a voice that seemed to roar from his soul, mixed with all anger and unyielding.

"It's... From the beginning! It's not... Yours! Game!! ”

Zulkin's one-eyed eye was opposite Tyrion's, and in those eyes, there was pain, hatred, anger, murderous intent... But there was nothing he wanted to see... Fear!

"Poof"

Zurkin, who was unable to take off after being caught, felt the enchanted arrow pierce through the most fragile abdomen of the dragon eagle spirit, and the sharp arrow pierced his flesh and blood, destroying the beast spirit's fit in an instant, and Zurkin let out a cry of pain, and his figure suddenly changed back to the form of a troll, entangled with Tyrion, and fell from the sky.

Troll bodies aren't that easy to kill, and they heal themselves like beasts.

But the moment he hit the ground, Zulkin felt the paralysis of the wound, the kind of paralysis that made his lower body almost incapacitated.

"Poison! You actually use poison! ”

And Tyrion, who fell beside him, roared, like a dying beast, pounced and rode on Zurkin, his left hand pinching Zulkin's neck, those bloodshot eyes, just like on the battlefield five years ago, even made the troll chief feel a faint fear:

"Everyone dies, and not everyone lives! Zurkin! Die here! ”

"Poof"

The dagger in Tyrion's right hand stabbed Zurkin in the neck again, bleeding and dying in danger.

"Get out of here!"

"Bang"

Tyrion was so weak that Zulkin swung his fist and smashed his body out of the air, while Lotherma, who rushed out of the forest, caught Tyrion's body and shoved several elixirs into his mouth with his backhand.

The ranger who shot the fatal arrow looked up, and saw Zurkin, who was sitting up in the clearing, pull out a bone dagger from his waist and cut off the shaft of the arrow remaining in the abdomen with a knife in his hand, which seemed to be a suicidal act, but this reckless breaking made the enchantment of the arrows connected together ineffective, so that the arrow, which was constantly magnifying the wound, could be caught by the muscles in the abdomen.

"Despicable!"

Zurkin spat a mouthful of bloody saliva, he looked at Lotherma, and he scolded loudly:

"When did the haughty Quel'Thalas elves learn to use poison? I thought only a rough troll like us would do that! ”

Instead of fighting back at this taunt, Lotherma opted for a more direct approach, tossing his huge warbow aside and backhanding out his distinctive two-handed heavy sword, carved with the phoenix crest on both sides, the blade made by the elven master surging with a sharp glow in the moonlight.

"Poof"

"Ahhh!!h

Facing Lothema who pounced like a tiger, Zurkin, who was using voodoo to disperse the toxin, brandished a bone dagger to block the blow, but how could flesh be a steel opponent, and between the stinky blood splashes, Zurkin's left arm flew into the sky with his screams.

"It hurts, die! Die!! ”

The left hand engraved with the spell of Loa smashed into the blood-stained ground, still beating nervously, and after it, Zurkin, who sensed the threat of death, forcibly summoned the beast spirit again, despite his mortally injured body.

"Whew!"

With a roar, a huge black bear appeared in the clearing, with a fierce one-eyed and mutilated front paws, relying only on a claw and the great power bestowed by the beast spirit, it blocked the blade that had fallen off in front of him.

"Tear up"

The bear's fur was tough, and the blade of Lotherma's sword slashed at it, bringing out a hideous wound, but it failed to completely cut off this claw as before, and Zurkin, who was completely cornered, also became ruthless, and the bear head of his transformed beast spirit roared, and used its hard skull to resist Lotherma's slash, and his upper body was raised, waving the only remaining bear claw, and a paw slapped on Lotherma's chest.

"Bang"

The Ranger is not a warrior after all, although the movements are more vigorous and more lethal, but in the head-on confrontation, the slender figure of the Elf Ranger is really not dominant.

The blow under this death threat sent Lotherma's body several steps away, and taking this opportunity, Zulkin took two steps back, and the divine power of the god Loa rolled in his body, causing his body to change again, and in the terrible eagle, a black eagle with deformed wings flew up from the spot with difficulty, and galloped towards the night sky.

"I'm not going to die here! Tyrion, you remembered it for me! ”

"When Quel'Thalas is destroyed in battle, I will go to you again! I'll kill everyone around you! I will strangle everyone in the Windranger family with my own hands!! I swear in Amani's name! ”

"Whoosh"

At the moment when Zurkin's roar sounded, three sharp arrows flew out from below, piercing the space and stabbing into his body fiercely, sending black eagle feathers flying all over the sky, and Zurkin in the miserable howl also completely lost his balance and fell obliquely from the sky towards the direction of the forest clearing.

And outside the raging forest, Tyrion, who was already miserable all over his body, put down the phoenix war bow in his hand with difficulty, his body shook, and the moment before he was about to fall, he supported his body with the war bow, and those eyes burst out with a gaze that contrasted strongly with his weak body.

Sharp as a knife... Vow to slay this damned, indestructible fate.

"Where do you want to go? Don't even think about going anywhere! ”

"I've seen... Death here is your fate!! ”