The elven sword unsheathed in the darkness was so gorgeous, the blade made by the master was like a silver moonlight flashing in the darkness, and it lit up in Zurgin's one eye with an eerie light, and he seemed to be expecting something.

The next moment, scorching, foul-smelling blood spilled out of the cage, splattered on the ground, splattered on Tyrion's boots, and splattered on the back of his hand.

But...

But Zulkin's face flashed with a hint of sharp pain in his body, and a trace of weird... Disappointment, as if the pain was not what he wanted.

"What's wrong? Old Zulkin... Are you wondering why I didn't stab you in the heart? ”

A moment later, Tyrion's voice rang out in the darkness with a hint of mockery:

"You see, I've been hunting trolls alone since I was just an adult, and I don't know much about the methods of the priests of Loa, and if I kill your body directly, it will only release your soul, so, unfortunately, your language is not as powerful as you think..."

"The Tolbairn family, the great nobles of the human heritage, are known as the 'Troll Slayers', you know, I really want to challenge that title..."

"Poof"

The blade was pulled from Zurgin's waist, and the pain caused the old troll to slump to the ground, and Tyrion pulled out the handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his sword, he looked down at Zulkin:

"It hurts... But you and I both know that this pain will kill you, and you bastards are as resilient as filthy beasts... Don't worry, I won't let you die like this, Zurkin! ”

"Do you know why?"

Tyrion turned and walked into the darkness, his voice still echoing through the darkness:

"Secrets come at a price! There are no free secrets, not now, not at any time... And you know so many secrets, and the price is your freedom! ”

Tyrion reached out and pulled out a crystal-shaped ornament from his waist and shook it in the darkness as if to show off:

"And voila! I've made your right eye into an amulet, and it has a nice magic effect, which I really like, and it's much more useful now than it was when it was on you! ”

"Ahhh

A beastly roar rang out behind him, and Zulkin slapped the railing of the cage, which shone with a lilac magical light:

"Don't give me a chance to escape again! Tyrion! You'd better keep an eye on me! ”

"I swear! Only at the first chance will I take everything you have done to me... Ten times over! Hundredfold! A thousandfold! 10,000 times back! You little bastard! ”

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Zurkin was right, Tyrion lacked affection for his biological parents.

It's normal, you can't expect a 30-year-old soul to suddenly develop a parent-child relationship with a strange couple, even though at the age of their death, it would be more than enough to be the great-grandparents of Tyrion.

But at the end of the day, it's not just a matter of age.

After the death of his parents, Tyrion was replaced by his mother's former sister, Quel'Salas, the current Ranger General, Lilesa. Adopted by Lady Windranger, whose husband had also died at the hands of Zulkin, Tyrion became another disciple of the Ranger General, although with the excellent bloodlines of the Dawnblade family, Tyrion might have a better chance of becoming a mage.

He learned very well, and soon became the best of the many disciples of the Ranger General, more than the former leader Lotherma. Theron wants to be better!

The excellent students, coupled with the relationship between the adoptive mother and the adopted son, naturally made the two seem intimate, and this intimacy caused problems for both him and General Lilesa after Tyrion stepped into the battlefield, in fact, Zulkin's kind of obscene rumors were not only discussed by the trolls, but also by the nobles of Silvermoon City.

What's worse is that there are many nobles in Silvermoon City, and they are generally idle.

This is also the reason why Tyrion, who was originally on the front line of the Quel'Thalas Garrison Yongsong Forest Front, served as the front-line ranger captain and had a good chance of becoming the youngest Ranger Lord, came to the hills, you know, this place is in the eyes of the High Elves, but it is a true "barren land", it is almost like self-exile.

Tyrion was here to prove his innocence and to avoid bad rumors that would hurt his benevolent adoptive mother and family, and he was there to protect them.

Seriously, this is the one thing that bothers him the most after 300 years of Tyrion's rebirth... By the way, did I mention that he's actually a time-traveler...

300 years is long enough to erase the memories of the past less than 30 years, the memories of the past are stretched tenfold, the memories are diluted, from the initial panic, to the habit, to the new life, it took Tyrion nearly 100 years to get used to it all.

But fortunately, with the average lifespan of the High Elves, as long as he does not die on the battlefield, he has at least 2,700 years to live.

As for why he was dissatisfied with the world and ran away to be a prophet... Because he doesn't have that ability.

Azeroth is a bronze dragon that can infinitely predict the future and the past, which is a force that even the High Elf Kingdom Quel'Thalas would fear, and Tyrion's surname is not a sun-chaser, and the indifferent King Anastarian will not change the national policy rashly because of his crazy words.

In this case, only a fool who does not understand the preciousness of life will be eager to become a "prophet" who may hang up at any time... But seriously, instead of worrying about being killed by the Bronze Dragon in the future, Tyrion has more things to worry about at this time.

Like what... Three blood-stained axes flying towards him!

"Third Squad! Get ready! Ejection! ”

He stood on the hillside of the hills of Hillsbrad, his sword slashing down, and as he gave the order, he slashed the axe that was thrown at him.

And the next moment, about 100 yards behind him, 50 rangers, raised the war bow in their hands, the instinct engraved in the elves' bones made them easily find the most suitable angle, 50 people with rapid speed, in 15 seconds to shoot four waves of arrows.

Sharp arrows slashed across the sky, drawing the most beautiful and deadly arc, with the added speed of falling, with the most terrifying gesture, bringing eternal death!

Beneath the hillside, more than 100 Amani trolls were crossing the river, holding rudimentary wooden shields, trying to resist the rain of arrows falling from the sky.

For the self-healing trolls, this attack is not enough to kill them, but it can break up their formation, and the arrows of the Far Wanderer Ranger on special missions have a simple enchantment, which will nail their opponents to the ground when they touch the earth until the magic is exhausted.

And the scattered formation of the trolls represents the arrival of the elves' opportunity!

"Click"

Tyrion twisted the two knives in his hands together to form a golden double-edged knife, a xenomorphous weapon unique to the elves of Quel'Thalas, which, when wielded, resembled a storm of death that swept across the battlefield.

Behind him, Roglio wielded his halberd and Celent unsheathed his sword, each with their own squad of rangers, ready to charge into enemy lines.

Tyrion put the armor to protect his eyes on his face, and he raised his blade and shouted:

"Tell these crumbs out loud! Who we are! ”

"Arrows of Quel'Salas!"

The 70 rangers shouted in unison, they stood behind Tyrion without fear, as members of Quel'Thalas's most elite ranger "Far Traveler", in addition to absolute archery skills, melee combat ability must also be absolutely excellent.

"Far Traveler! Charge with me! ”

Tyrion rushed down the hill first, the blades of his hands were on his right hand, and with the help of the kinetic energy of the rapid downward rush, his sturdy body jumped up from the spot, smashing into the chaotic troll like a cannonball, he held the hilt of the knife with both hands, and the moment he landed, his steps were staggered, and he turned around with a 360° horizontal slash.

In the flash of the sword, the four trolls beside him were cut down in unison, the warm blood stained the entire river red at this moment, and in the screams of the trolls, wielding their twin knives, the imposing Far Traveler rangers also rushed into the enemy line like tigers in the mountains, and pounced into these trolls who tried to rescue their chief.

The confrontation between the two sides was almost crushing ...

The fierce Troll Hunter's skinning knife can't penetrate the rangers' well-made chain mail, while the rangers' weapons can easily cut off their armor and chop off their heads.

Quel'Thalas has been able to fight against forest trolls for thousands of years, relying not on the advantage of numbers, compared with the manpower of the two sides, Quel'Thalas is meaninglessly at the extreme disadvantage, and the High Elves rely on the extreme crushing of quality regardless of martial arts to equipment.

And now, in the face of these trolls who lack the advantage of numbers and have lost their fighting spirit, Tyrion and his rangers only need to stretch out their hands to hold the corners of victory.

This can hardly be called a battle ...

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"Clean up the battlefield and pile up these miscellaneous corpses and burn them!"

The ambush ended in less than 10 minutes, with only 7 people on the elven side slightly injured, and the trolls all wiped out.

Obviously, these trolls who came to rob the prison must have fallen victim to the internal power struggle of Amani, and their equipment and will are too bad... It was completely used as cannon fodder.

The task of cleaning up the battlefield was naturally done by the imposing rangers, and Tyrion washed his sword and hands in the water, and he couldn't help but joke to Roglio beside him:

"In fact, many times, I wonder if the nobles of Silvermoon City are using Zuljin as bait to lure these brainless trolls to their deaths... What's wrong? Rogrio? ”

Tyrion turned his head and saw that Roglio's gaze was fixed on the forest on the other side of the river, and he couldn't help but ask:

"What's the matter?"

"There! I just saw a flash of light... Like the human knights who wore plate armor and were about the same size as arrows. ”

Roglio whispered hesitantly:

"But for a moment, I wondered if I was mistaken."

"Huh? Knight? Over here? ”

Tyrion's brow furrowed.

The hills of Hillsbrad belong to the hinterland of the northern frontier, this is the richest plain land of the Alterac Kingdom, surrounded by the human states of the northern frontier in the center, this is a perennial safe zone, even the recent uproar of the green-skinned orc invasion incident has not endangered the safety of the hills, in this kind of place, it is obviously impossible for a heavily armed knight to appear.

But as an experienced old ranger, it is unlikely that Rogerio will make such a mistake, but thinking of the recent orc invasion that shook the northern frontier, and then comparing it with the memory of history in his mind, Tyrion's breathing quietly shortened, if he remembered correctly, at this point in time, the orcs seemed to be trying to attack humans across the sea.

Thinking of this, he patted Roglio on the shoulder:

"Let's go! Let's go check it out! ”

After entering the woods, Tyrion was keenly aware of the blood on the branches, and he drew his war bow with his backhand, and Roglio on the other side drew his war knife at the same time, and the two men approached the slightly swaying trees in front of them from two directions, and they saw a knight.

Roglio was not mistaken, the flash was indeed caused by him staggering and running, and Tyrion frowned at the knight's wound.

A hole had been made in his sturdy plate armor, and the flesh was turned out, and there were scorch marks, a fatal wound, and it looked like a bruise from artillery!

There are cannons in this world, too, and the cannons that use some of the magic technology are not necessarily weaker than those that Tyrion has ever seen, but the problem is that in the heart of the Hillsbrad Hills... How can there be artillery?

"Ahem... You, you are elves... Ranger? ”

The knight also spotted the ranger, but before he could speak, Tyrion leaned down and reached out to hold the knight's neck, and Roglio was very cooperative and handed over an elven potion, and Tyrion stuffed the elixir into the knight's mouth slightly roughly, and took out the water bladder on his waist and forcibly poured it into him.

"Ahem! Listen to me, rangers..."

The knight didn't wait for Tyrion to ask, and then he panted and said, "I know you don't usually have much to do with humans, but now, you have to help us..."

"On the east side of the hills, on the coast there ... The orcs are stuck in the sea between the town of Nanhai and the port of Minahir, and the town of Nanhai is full of wounded, and our three ships to transport the wounded have been... Those butchers, they... They're going to kill all our wounded... Please! Save them! ”

Tyrion reached out noncommittally and pressed it on the shoulders of the excited knight, and asked in a deep voice:

"What's your name? What are you going to do through this forest? ”

"I... My name is Joe, Joe. Al, I'm Adjutant to General Gavin Rad... I'm going to go to Dunhold Castle for help, but unfortunately... I probably won't make it to Dunhold. ”

A hint of pain flashed in the knight's eyes of the knight named Al, followed by a flash of calmness, and he grabbed Tyrion's hand and said firmly:

"But the wounded in the town of Nanhai... Ahem... Please, they are all heroes, and even if they are going to die, they must die on the battlefield, not die a tragic death without the power to fight back... Please, elves, I have nothing for you... But..."

"We have our own mission, humanity, so it's a pity, allow me to refuse!"

This blunt refusal made the El Knight a little desperate, but at the sight of the iconic green Voyager cloak behind Tyrion, the Knight slammed into a snort, and with the last of his strength he shouted:

"Wait! Ranger! In Nanhai Town, it's not just the human wounded... And you elves! ”