This usually proud knight sparkles with pleading in his blood-stained eyes at this moment, but Tyrion is not the first brother of the battlefield, after becoming an adult, he began to hunt trolls alone, Tyrion has seen death in nearly 100 years, more than ten times more than the knight in front of him.

You've seen enough death, and your heart will naturally become very cold and hard.

He doesn't care about the humans and orcs in Nanhai Town at all, he only cares about one thing!

"Huh"

The knight's armor collar was caught, and Tyrion looked at him and asked in a deep voice:

"The rangers who volunteered to help you should be in the Arathi Heights! How did they end up in Nanhai Town? ”

His eyes were fixed on Al like a harrier eagle, who felt as if he had been targeted by a wild beast, and he swallowed and said with difficulty:

"Those elven warriors were arranged to rest in Nanhai Town, they just had a fight with the orcs, and there are a lot of wounded soldiers who need to rest... I swear, it wasn't intentional on purpose, it was a pure accident! ”

"Who is their leader?!"

Tyrion interrupted the knight Al's explanation, and his question made Al flute for a moment, and the knight recalled the event with some difficulty, and after a moment, replied with some uncertainty:

"The previous leader was a lady named Aurelia. Windranger, but the other day this lady was escorted by a knight to Dalaran, and she was replaced by a man named Theron... Sorry, he doesn't like to talk very much, and his name is hard to remember, I always forget. ”

"Lotherma. Theron..."

Tyrion shook his head a little speechlessly, "What an unlucky ghost! ”

He breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed the corners of his forehead, and let go of the knight, who had been seriously wounded, he looked at him, rubbing his chin, and after a moment, Tyrion spoke:

"You're not going to die... Well, maybe not. ”

He turned his head and said to Roglio beside him:

"The corpses of those trolls haven't been burned yet, have they? Go get some blood and pour it on him... I remember that in the Great War of Arathi 3,000 years ago, there was a precedent for humans to swallow the blood of trolls in a desperate situation, and as a result, they were able to heal themselves weakly... You see, I've given you a chance, knight, and whether you can survive or not depends on your own will. ”

He leaned down and whispered in the knight's ear:

"You may turn into a monster, but the question is, do you want to die as a hero, or avenge your companions as a monster"

"You don't want to die worthless, do you?"

The knight named El was silent, and Tyrion simply ignored it, and an eagle whistle appeared in his hand, and the next moment, a sharp whistle sounded in the forest, and in a short time, 120 rangers who were cleaning the battlefield quickly gathered in the forest.

"Listen to me, rangers..."

Tyrion looked in the direction of the southwest, and he said in a deep voice:

"Lotherma, you all know him, the former director of the prisoner of war camp, I don't know him well, but I know that he is our colleague, he protects our wounded in the town of South Seas, our compatriots, and now, there is a group of orcs going to kill them!"

"I can tolerate that fool of Lotherma dying on the battlefield as a warrior, but I can't allow them to be slaughtered in such a dastard! None of the dogmas of the Far Traveler will teach us to abandon our comrades and compatriots in this situation! ”

"So, now, get back to camp as fast as you can!"

"It's time for us to join the fray!"

"Yes!"

The rangers quickly left the woods under the captain's leadership, there was a lot to prepare before the battle, and the corpses of the trolls were piled together, already burning and smelling terrible, and Rogrio stepped forward with the knight's water bladder, which contained some kind of pungent liquid.

Troll blood, a precious ingredient in the eyes of alchemists, and a poison necessity in the eyes of assassins.

Tyrion took the water bladder in his hand, and he looked at the knight Al who opened his eyes, and he asked softly:

"Heroes... Or is it a monster? It's up to you. ”

"I... I want to try it! ”

Joe whispered, which made Tyrion squint, and he shoved the water bladder into the knight's hand and patted him on the shoulder:

"Or do it! Or don't do it! Never tried this option! ”

Pale-faced from pain and bleeding, Al gritted his teeth and nodded, reaching out to take the troll blood from Tyrion, the smell made him gause, his arm trembling, but in the end, he drank the bag of warm blood.

After he had finished drinking, Tyrion whispered:

"Oh, yes. I forgot to mention that you don't need to drink it all up... A third is enough. ”

But the knight Al couldn't hear it anymore, because he had been knocked unconscious by the intense stimulation, and seeing this, Tyrion reached out and tore a few branches from the side and covered Al with it, and after doing all this, he turned away without hesitation.

This decisiveness made Roglio pause, and he asked:

"Is it okay to just leave him here like this?"

"Do you want to take him back to camp?"

Tyrion moved his shoulders and asked rhetorically:

"Outsiders are not allowed in our camp. As for this knight, if he is lucky enough to activate his self-healing ability, he will definitely survive, if he can't, the troll's poisonous blood will kill him silently, this is his fate, and fate... It's never something we need to think about. ”

"We have more important things to do than the life or death of a human knight! Rogge, you send a brother to Dunhold Castle to tell that lord of the attack on Southsea Town... Then go back to the camp to preside over the business, and until I return, no one will be allowed into the camp! Do you understand? ”

"Yes! Captain! ”

Ten minutes later, 100 heavily armed rangers were riding the camp's ration of Queldore's horses, the result of a millennia of research by a mage who had tried to tame horses among the High Elves, and were more durable, heavier, and more expensive than human horses.

"Serent, raise the phoenix flag!"

Tyrion rode his white horse, and behind him was the captain of the First Team of the Far Wanderers, Celant. Firewing silently planted a fiery red phoenix flag on the saddle of the warhorse, which was not a symbol of ostentation.

The Phoenix Banner itself was a magical item, and as they approached the town of Southsea, Lotherma. If Theron hadn't died, he would have received the news that they had arrived.

"Let's go!"

"Huh"

The reins of Tyrion's hand flicked down, and the short black horns on the top of his head, like the legendary unicorn-like Queldore warhorse, neighed, carrying the knight behind him, and hurried towards the town of Nanhai in the southeast of the hills.

On the other side, on the docks of Southsea Town, Ranger Captain Lotherma, wearing red chain mail and a fiery red phoenix cloak on his back. Theron was armed with a huge golden bow carved with the phoenix's emblem and a series of specially made armor-piercing arrows, the silent ranger's shooting movements were not fast, but each shot brought a storm-like sound.

Compared with 4 years ago, he has grown a beard, looks much more mature, and much more indifferent, and every time the sound of the bowstring sounds, on the sea in front of him, a small boat full of green-skinned orcs will be overturned on the war-torn sea.

He was engaged in ultra-long-range precision sniping, a skill that only a true elite ranger could master, and beside him, a firing formation of more than 20 Quel'Salas rangers who could still hold on to the battle suppressed the orcs who frantically flocked to the port stairs like a tide from the heights.

At the front of the staircase, the valiant human knights, led by General Gavinrad, stood guard at the entrance to the harbor, and although every second their companions were cut down by the frantic axes of the orcs, they did not retreat.

Because they can't go back!

There were more than 1,000 wounded and 150 weary priests in the entire town of Nanhai, and once the defense line was breached, it would be a horrific massacre, and such a massacre would knock the morale of the army to dust when the decisive battle between the human alliance and the orc tribe was about to begin.

The harbor of Nanhai Town, which can accommodate seven ships at the same time, has been completely shrouded in burning smoke, the wreckage of the ignited ships is lonely in the water, and under the overturned orc boat, there are also the hideous corpses of the invaders slowly sinking into the sea.

It's like a disgusting mash soup.

Farther out on the sea, a tattered warship flew the flag of the orc tribe, and it was too far away to see which tribe's orcs, but the red on the flag was as red as blood.

It was like a sea platform, sending a steady stream of green-skinned, hideous-looking, black-haired orc soldiers with two snow-white fangs at the corners of their mouths, thick nostrils, and black hair onto small boats, and the brutal tribe tried to infiltrate and destroy the defenses of Nanhai Town in this way!

"Too bad! The situation is so bad! ”

Struggling to cut down an orc warrior, the general stopped his attack and took a breath, he looked worriedly at the orc wooden boats on the sea, and the orc warriors who charged like death against the shots of the elven rangers, and the ominousness in his heart became heavier and heavier.

"Even when Stormwind fell, I never saw them go on such a frantic offensive... Today, may..."

"General! Be careful! ”

A knight in plate armor rushed out from the side and threw Gavinrad to the ground, and at the same time, four throwing axes flew from Gavinrad's position just now, smashing the wooden pillar behind him, and bursting into the sky with flying sawdust, the brute force of these orcs was simply terrifying!

This also proves that wandering in the battlefield is definitely an act of looking for death!

Gavinrad's fall caused a chain reaction, and he got up from the ground in a daze, and saw the roaring orcs in front of him, and the little by little broken through the defenses.

The orcs' hideous weapons were waving in the air, as well as their grinning faces, the stench of blood, the impact of weapons, a soldier was hit by an orc's hammer, and the whole person flew upside down in the air, like a silent stone at the general's feet, his lifeless pale eyes met the general's gaze, and the blood set off his twisted corpse, so that Gavinrad's will began to sway.

There was a gap in the battle line, even if the fearless knights tried to block the breach with weapons, heavy shields, and bodies in unison shouts, but in the midst of the flying flesh and blood, in the screams and shouts, the originally tough defense line was still forcibly broken by the violent orcs little by little.

Seeing that the battle line was about to collapse in the next second, Gavin Rad's heart could no longer care about the doubts he had thought about before, and he was quite tragic and raised his heavy sword, and was about to rush forward to fight these damn invaders who ruined his hometown!

"Kill! Kill! Kill all these greenskins! ”

"For the Alliance!!"

A roaring warcry took the place of command at this moment, and all warriors, both human and orc, began the most ferocious and frantic fight.

And just ten seconds after Gavinrad rushed into the battlefield, the Ranger captain Lotherma, who had been silent and did not speak, and even arranged tactics with gestures, suddenly shouted:

"Human! Back off! Fast! Support is coming! ”

"Support? Where do we have support? ”

Gavin Rad had this thought surging in his mind, but with Lotherma's identity, there was no need to lie to him, not to mention that the battle line was breached, and the elves couldn't escape.

So the next moment, under the orders of Gavinrad, the soldiers retreated into the hollow on the inner side of the harbor, and the orcs saw the difficult human knights retreating, and they roared and screamed excitedly, brandishing their hideous and brutal weapons and about to rush up and kill all directions, but they were stopped by the arrows fired by the elves.

At the same moment, a flaming phoenix flag was violently erected on the beach on the other side of the coast of Nanhai Town, and Tyrion rode his war horse and held the battle flag, and rushed up the hillside on the other side of Nanhai Town, and his eyes swept to see the predicament that the harbor was facing less than 300 yards away.

At this moment, the silent Lothema held up her swollen left hand, and the five fingers were separated, representing an indication of some kind of coordinate among the Far Travelers!

Tyrion's clear voice also resounded in the smoke of the battlefield, falling on the ears of the exhausted Alliance soldiers, like the most beautiful heavenly sound:

"Rangers! The farthest projectile formation! ”

"Send the damned orcs back to their hell! Shoot! ”