Zulkin is a high-level troll priest who can manipulate the divine power of the god of Loa, and although he is still one step away from serving the high-ranking priest Shadowhunter of Loa, he is not something that the two small ranger captains of Tyrion and Lothmar can fight against in his heyday.

In the war 5 years ago, the Ranger General of Silvermoon City, the strongest Ranger Liresa. Lady Windranger paid the price of her serious injuries, and with the help of Tyrion and a group of elite rangers, she captured Zurkin in the trap of the Silvermoon Forest.

It was a terrible battle, but to be honest, everyone thought it was worth it.

After the loss of Zulgin, the Amani clan weakened almost at a rate visible to the naked eye, and in a troll society in the form of a tribe, a wise leader is worth tens of thousands of troops...

During his five years in captivity, Zulkin had not recovered from his injuries, and even now, he was battling Tyrion and Lotherma with serious injuries.

It can be said that if Zurkin had not been so obsessed with revenge and left himself even a day to recuperate, this tragic battle would have been a different ending.

Defeating the strong with the weak is often called a miracle, but in the world of Azeroth, the crushing of the high-level existence against the low-level existence is all-round, as long as this high-level strong person has a little brain, he can escape unharmed in the pursuit of the low-level opponent.

Just like the orc overseer Sarufar who was trekking through the forest at this time...

Even if Dai Lin personally led the imposing human army to chase down, it was the injured Sarufar, but it was still not something that those human infantry could fight, as a high-level warrior, Sarufar's mastery of his own strength and anger was enough for him to fight brazenly and not fall behind when facing opponents who were several times his own.

As for Dai Lin, who can get hurt with him... Please, do you really think that His Majesty Dai Lin can become the commander of the Alliance Navy just because of his noble status?

Wrong! DAI Lin. Prodmore, in addition to his own noble status, is also one of the strongest warriors in the human world in this era...

"Ah, this mission has completely failed..."

Sarufar was replaced by Red. Supported by the black hand, he trudged forward through the dark forest, his battle axe was carried behind him by another orc covered in blood, and behind him, there were less than 20 remnants of soldiers, while the other more than 100 elite orc warriors who followed him had died under the encirclement of the battlefield and Dai Lin.

"What a shame!"

The Overseer closed his eyes in weariness and held out his hand to signal the troops to stop and rest, they had gone deep into the forest, which was not suitable for human knights, and Dai Lin would not send human infantry in to die if he had a little brain.

"It's not your fault, Overseer!"

Red took the jerky out of his pocket and gave it to Sarufar, and while eating it himself, he comforted:

"There is nothing wrong with your arrangement, it is all to blame for that reckless troll chieftain Zurkin, if it weren't for his insistence on chasing the elven ranger alone, we would not have fallen into the encirclement and ambush of humans."

"Defeat is defeat, Red!"

Sarufar swallowed some of the hard pieces of meat with difficulty, and he whispered, "The humans didn't use any tricks, they defeated us on the battlefield with dignity, the human king, Dai Lin... He is bound to be the most difficult opponent for the Great Chief to conquer this continent. ”

"But there are three times as many of them as ours!"

Reed. The Black Hand retorted a little unconvinced: "And then the night raid, I don't think it's a dignified victory!" ”

"We're orcs, Red... Our innate strength is more than three times that of humans..."

Sarufar said coldly:

"Is it worth boasting about defeating an equal number of humans? We came to this world from our dying world, and all the creatures of this world see us as enemies! If we don't face up to our failures, sooner or later we will be crushed by our own arrogance... Remember that human, Red, if you have the chance, you will kill him, no matter how many casualties you pay! ”

"I see, Overseer..."

Red replied in a deep voice, but the next moment, he asked:

"Shall we just go back then?"

"Nope! We have to find Zulkin, whether he lives or dies, we have to bring him back, and the Great Chief has other arrangements for him! And it's important. ”

"Overseer! Warlord! ”

The orc scout, who had been sent to explore the way, hurried back, and pointed behind him breathlessly, and said to Sarufar:

"We found the scorched and extinguished woods ahead, it should be the traces of the battle just now, and we also found this!"

The scout handed Sarufar what he was holding in his hand, and the latter glanced at it, his eyes narrowing.

It was a fragment of the Far Wanderer's cloak, stained with the smell of some kind of drug, and the remaining bloodstains, and from the stubble, it looked as if its owner had been attacked by some kind of beast.

"It seems to have been left by Zulkin... That weird sorcery, turning into a beast battle mode... He's right in front! ”

The Overseer clenched the strip of cloth in his hand, and he suddenly felt a sense of foreboding, perhaps Zulkin might not be able to complete his revenge.

"Don't rest! Fast! Follow me to him! Zulkin can't die ... At least not now! ”

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Zurkin's body lay on the blood-soaked grass, and it was not known if his good fortune had run out, or if Tyrion had been too lucky, and one of the three arrows that pierced his chest pierced his lung, making it difficult for the old troll to breathe.

Every breath he took was accompanied by extreme pain, and the corners of his mouth were covered with disgusting blood foam, this kind of injury was no longer something that the divine power of the god Luo A could recover in a short time.

Lotherma limped forward with a big sword, he looked at the dying Zurgin, and cut off the guy's right arm with a knife in his hand, after doing this rather cruel thing, his fingers were still beating on the hilt of the sword, and it seemed that he wanted to cut off Zulkin's head with a sword, but like Tyrion, Lotherma, as the captain of the rangers, also knew one thing.

For high-ranking priests like Zurkin, who have mastered the secret art of voodoo, the body is only a vehicle for them, and they seek the immortality of the soul.

In this case, once Zulkin is killed in the wrong way, his soul can still exist in the world, and in some mysterious ritual, he is summoned directly back to the Amani troll sanctuary of Zou Aman, where he will be reborn as another person after a long recuperation.

This is equivalent to giving Zulkin freedom in disguise.

And here's the problem, with Zurkin's bad situation now, both arms have been cut off, the lobes of his lungs are injured, and there are still toxins left in the lower half of his body, even if he wants to, he can't kill himself...

"Bang"

Lothmar rummaged through the bag of voodoo materials that Zulkin had carried, and finally threw a strange bottle glowing blue at Tyrion's feet, who took one look at it and picked it up with some disgust.

"Do I really want to drink?"

Tyrion's face showed a disgust that looked like he was facing torture, and Lothima's always straight face showed a cramped smile:

"Drink, drink, it's a good thing, a newly squeezed goblin, in your current situation, you need this kind of thing, it will rejuvenate you quickly, uh, although... It may not taste as good..."

Goblins, this is another thing in the terrible tradition of trolls, in short, this thing is a concentration of life force and magic, which is extracted alive from the living body in a very cruel way, and is used in some evil ritual, or the witch doctors quickly regain their magic power in battle.

It tastes as much as its brutal crafting process, just taste it once and you'll know what the world's most horrific malice is.

"Gross!"

Tyrion pinched his nose and poured the small jar of elf down, and as he felt the sticky liquid flow into his body, he threw away the bottle, feeling like he had eaten a slug alive, and turned over and began to retch.

But this thing was disgusting, and after drinking it, Tyrion could feel a warm sensation rippling through his cold body, making his spirit recover a little quickly.

"Give me the knife!"

Tyrion took a deep breath and casually plucked a handful of leaves from the side and stuffed it into his mouth, using the jerky taste to mask the remaining breath of the elf, he beckoned to Lotherma, who raised his hand, and a delicate red dagger fell into Tyrion's hand.

This guy is really, really fond of red stuff.

With the dagger in hand, Tyrion walked up to Zulkin, who looked at the troll chief condescendingly, a sneer on the corner of his pale mouth:

"5 years ago, I took your right eye... Do you think that's a shame? ”

"Now it's game over, winner takes all, I'm going to take everything I have, I'm not going to be soft..."

"Your other eye and your life are mine!"

Lotherma shook her head and turned away, unwilling to look at the cruel scene, and behind him, Zurkin's cry of pain rang out like a night owl in the dark, but when the roar of pain reached its extreme, the sound of a blade cutting through bones made Lotherma jerk back.

He saw Tyrion wielding his phoenix heavy sword and slashing off the head of the horrific Zurkin.

"You just killed him?"

Lothema frowned, and Tyrion did not answer, but ripped off Zurkin's torn clothes, wrapped Zurkin's head, and held it in his hand:

"After the last time I caught him, the Mentor wanted to kill him with his own hands, and at that time, I listened to her conversation with Councilor Darkan, and the Mage told my Mentor that killing Zulkin's soul once and for all was a complicated step, but if you could use his head to match his elves, you could re-summon his fleeing soul back and seal it..."

"But the whimsical bureaucrats in Silvermoon City ruined all this, and they forcibly extended the life of a villain who should have died a long time ago for 5 years!"

Tyrion shook his head and handed the head in his hand to Lotherma:

"Bring it back to Quel'Salas as fast as you can!"

And Lotherma obviously had a different idea, and he looked at the disgusting head in his hand, and the slightly cleanliness Ranger Captain raised his eyebrows and said:

"Or maybe you can bring it closer to Dalaran, and I'm sure that His Royal Highness, who is extremely skilled in magic, will definitely have a similar method to completely eliminate the threat of Zulgin... And the elimination of this threat will also make the prince's prestige even higher in Quel'Thalas! Darkan has been at odds with His Highness the Prince in the Silvermoon Council, and he's a restless and dangerous one! ”

Faced with this thought, Tyrion did not hinder, he just shrugged his shoulders:

"Go with you, anyway, this is the ultimate that the two of us rangers can do... Be careful! ”

Before he could finish speaking, Lotherma, who was facing away from the dark forest behind her, was thrown to the ground by Tyrion, and the whistling axe flew out of the dark forest at the same moment, almost wiping Tyrion's hair, and slashing into the trunk of the tree behind him, causing flying wood debris.

In the already faint light of the fire in the forest, Sarufar, who was carrying a battle axe, rushed out of the forest with the remnants of the orc soldiers, and he saw at a glance the mutilated body of Zurkin who had lost his head on the ground.

"Bang"

The thick trunk of the tree in their arms fell with a single blow from Sarufar, the Orc Overseer's bloodshot eyes were like demons in the firelight, and the spine battle axe in his hand pointed forward, where the figures of Tyrion and Lotherma had already rushed into the dark forest.

"Charge! Rush over! ”

"Put their heads... Bring me back!! ”