"Buzz"

Under the cold raindrops, Zurkin danced the ancient war dance of the Amani tribe.

Because of the storm in Nanhai Town, the night also became gloomy and dark, but in the light of the flames, Zurkin's dark shadow distorted little by little, like some kind of evil spell, and even Zurkin's body began to change in the churning smoke.

The mysterious and savage ritual was imbued with the savage style of trolls, and the divine power of the god Loa, who had been worshipped by the Amani tribe for thousands of years, wrapped around Zurkin's body, and soon, his body turned into a large golden lynx, the beast stuck out its tongue and licked its sharp fangs, and the only remaining eye bloomed with a deadly light, and the next moment, his figure disappeared into the darkness.

This mysterious sorcery made the orc overseer Sarufar, who was watching all this, squint his eyes, and as a clan warrior in the original world, he began to think quickly, can this kind of troll sorcery be used by the tribe?

And in the forest at this time, in the darkness full of blood, Tyrion grabbed the torn cloak with one hand, bit the other end of the strip of cloth with his mouth, and tied a dead knot on the strip of cloth with the other hand, and within the green cloak, Tyrion applied all the remaining secret medicine to the temporary bandage, he tightened the bandage to the extreme, and used this squeezing method to minimize the impact of the wound on him.

After doing all this, he quietly took out the jerky he carried with him and bit it bit by bit.

He doesn't have an appetite at all, but he has to eat... No one knows when the support will come, whether it will come or not, and he must make sure that he can hold out until that moment...

Tonight's storm in Southsea Town has lowered the temperature in this forest a lot, probably because of blood loss, Tyrion felt a trace of cold for a long time, he stuffed the last piece of jerky into his mouth, and held his war bow in his backhand, his own quiver was empty, and Castir's quiver still had almost 20 arrows in it, which was enough for a small battle, but Tyrion knew that Zurkin would not let him go so easily.

And as he neared running out of ammunition, everything in Tyrion's mind became chaotic.

Death, a concept rarely touched in the last 300 years, became clear at this moment, and Tyrion in the darkness had a vague instinct that, given the level of hatred he had for him, he estimated that it would be difficult for him to escape.

As the saying goes, when you're on the verge of death, you really know what you value most, and in the darkness before Tyrion's eyes, the first thing that comes to mind is his mentor, General Liresa, covering his back on the battlefield.

In that battle 5 years ago, if it were not for the help of this general and his adoptive mother, I am afraid that Tyrion would have died in the raid of Zulkin, and nearly 200 years of getting along with her have also made her the most important relative in Tyrion's heart.

Followed by the eldest daughter of Windranger, who grew up with him, Aurelia. The last time Windranger saw her was nearly 2 months ago, when she insisted on going to the human kingdom to support the war between humans and orcs, and Tyrion did not allow her to do so, and this fierce quarrel completely shattered the friendship between the two for nearly a hundred years, like a passerby.

Then there was the veteran Ranger captain Roglio, who had been a partner for 15 years, and Serent, and then Cassel, who was forced by him to find reinforcements.

He remembered everyone in the camp clearly, and he didn't know if he would have a chance to see them again in the future.

And about Zurkin, in the past few years, he has tried to be a prophet, kill Zurkin completely, and strangle this future boss, but he failed... Prophets are not so easy to be, especially in the harsh elven kingdom of Quel'Thalas.

He tried too hard, but in the end he couldn't overcome fate.

In this sudden emotion, Tyrion's eyes became hollow little by little, and at this moment, he even forgot the most basic thing about being a ranger... Wary!

So, he quickly paid the price.

"Buzz"

The darkness behind him was silently gloomy in Tyrion's chaotic thoughts, and when Tyrion sensed something was wrong, a pair of interlaced claws had torn apart his chain mail from behind.

The chain mail made by the master craftsmen of Silvermoon City was like papier-mâché, easily torn apart, along with Tyrion's flesh, and in the severe pain, the ranger rolled forward, and at the end of the roll, he shot an arrow with his backhand, but was easily dodged by the golden lynx that came out of the darkness.

The behemoth walked briskly through the dark shadows of the forest, and the moment he saw the beast's only remaining eye and the fangs at the corner of its mouth, Tyrion knew... His last battle is coming!

"I haven't forgotten that I had a date with you... I'm not late, am I? Tyrion. Dawnblade !! ”

"Hehe, in order to make this chase more revengeful... Run, little one... Be obedient and run! ”

The pain behind him kept coming, and Tyrion gritted his teeth, he wanted to rush forward with his sword and fight, but reason told him that what he needed now... It's an escape of shame.

No... It's a retreat looking for opportunities!

After three seconds of staring at each other, Tyrion turned and rushed into the forest without hesitation, and behind him, Zurkin, in the form of a bobcat spirit, let out a series of hoarse, vicious, low laughs...

"Hahaha, the game... Here we go! ”

In a trance, after 4 years of waiting, the roles of Tyrion and Zurkin were reversed on this night, and the former predator became the prey, and the prey that escaped from the trap licked its paws in the darkness with a deep sneer, waiting for the hunter who fell into the predicament to usher in the end of death in despair.

In this secluded forest, Tyrion walked briskly, the wound on his back became more and more painful, and when he passed a tall tree, Tyrion climbed the branch with difficulty, trying to rest, but at the same time as he climbed the branch, two surging metallic claws slashed wildly under the tree, and in just a few seconds, the tree let out an overwhelmed scream.

"What's wrong with you? Little Tyrion, are you planning to rest?! ”

"In our game... Do you still dare to rest?! ”

"Wow"

The moment the trunk shattered and collapsed, Tyrion's body jumped up from the fallen tree, and the moment it fell to the ground, he felt the evil wind coming from the front, and the ranger subconsciously drew his war bow with his backhand, blocking it in front of him like a shield.

"Click"

The hard bow burst like a bomb the moment Zurkin's claws touched, throwing Tyrion's body backwards, and with the cushion of the landing, the ranger rushed into the darkness again without stopping.

Behind him, there was a warbow that had broken into several pieces, a weapon that had accompanied Tyrion for nearly 30 years... And just like that, it was destroyed in this dark forest.

"Hehe... Now, the rules of the game are familiar..."

"You run, I'll kill... No breaks! No buffering... It's like what you did to me! Run, run... Make my revenge a little more interesting! ”

Behind him, Zurkin's breath slowly disappeared, and Tyrion gritted his teeth, wiped the bruised blood on his cheek, and took out the magic trinket he always carried with him from his belt... The hedron talisman which I made with the eyes of Zulkin.

"Buzz"

Hidden magic shrouded Tyrion's body with a dim light, and after a few steps, Tyrion's figure, along with the blood on his body, and his breath, was completely enveloped in an invisible curtain of light, giving him a brief moment to recover physically and mentally.

In this silent darkness, Tyrion lurked in the depths of the forest with his wounded body in tow, suppressing his pain, even the gasps were as calm as possible, and he knew that in the darkness around him, Zurkin was peering into his head.

The battle was unfair from the start, but Tyrion also expected a madman to do justice to him, he tore off the broken cloak behind his back, wrapped it around the wound on his back, and in the light of the silent treatment, he heard the sound of rain falling on the forest, and through the sound, the shouts of killing from the outside world... The sound of a war horse galloping across the earth.

Reinforcements... Reinforcements should have arrived!

But this situation did not help Tyrion at this time, to go to meet the reinforcements, he had to travel through the dark forest in front of him, would Zurgin give him this chance?

No... The troll must have stood guard on the path leading to the forest, waiting for the right moment to deliver the most lethal blow to Tyrion.

Tyrion took a deep breath, he knew that at this point in time, he had to suppress his desire for safety, at least until he could get rid of the threat of Zulkin, he had to wait patiently... At the same time, throw away the temptation of hope.

Hope, like a virus, will quietly let people down their guard, it will blind the trapped with the darkness of the world around them and the light of the distance, but danger always lurks in all corners, despair will erupt in the oppressive darkness, until the trapped, until Tyrion himself... No more powerless to fight back!

He knows this better than anyone ...

So the battle outside the forest was in full swing, humans, elves and orcs, and trolls were all fighting, and inside the forest, it was as quiet as another world, a silent... Killing hell.

The venomous old troll is like a cat that has caught a mouse, and is not in a hurry to eat its prey, but wants to enjoy the pleasure of revenge.

"It's been 7 minutes and 54 seconds... There's no time..."

Tyrion mentally counted the time with the sound of his heartbeat, and in the last few seconds of his concealment, Tyrion raised his sore arm and gripped the knife behind his back, his bow had been torn apart, and now, these two knives were his last weapons.

"Fight..."

This was the only thought that crossed Tyrion's mind, he was a good hunter, he knew the mentality of his prey under his pursuit, and if he chose to escape, sooner or later he would be crushed by the threat brought by Zurkin.

That's not the ending he wanted!

But just three seconds after he stepped out of his hiding place, a hand reached out from the dark leaves that weaved behind him, and then silently put it on his shoulder, and at the same moment, the blade in Tyrion's hand slashed hard behind his back, only to be blocked by another sturdy weapon.

"Bell"

The crisp voice made the two of them tremble inside, and at this moment, Tyrion could see clearly the figure lurking in the darkness behind them.

Lotherma. Theron gestured to Tyrion in the dark, tossed him a bag of body-restoring elixirs, and then silently disappeared into the darkness again, although there was only less than 2 seconds of eye contact, but as a high-level ranger, he already understood Lotherma's thoughts.

"Reinforcements to... Run, I'll cover you! ”

The news calmed Tyrion's heart, but after a moment, he shook his head, and in the darkness, his bandaged fingers pointed at him, and then at the darkness in front of him, and made a finger interlacing motion, and finally his fists clenched violently, at this moment, his eyes narrowed, and the killing intent surging in it represented the deepest thoughts in Tyrion's heart.

Challenge your destiny one more time!

"Don't run away!"

"I do bait, look for opportunities... Waiting... Counter-kill! ”

This answer made Lotherma stagnate in the dark, and the next moment, a sharp dagger fell into the grass at Tyrion's feet, representing Lotherma's answer.

"Come on, then!"

Tyrion threw the two elixirs into his mouth, picked up the dagger at his feet, and then held the war knife with both hands, and the hesitation in his heart was completely thrown away by him, and in the darkness, he removed his disguise, stood in place, and shouted loudly towards the forest in front of him, which was beaten by the night rain:

"Zurgin, don't hide!"

"You expect my breakdown, but the cry you imagine is not a wail! It never is! ”

"Wow"

Tyrion's sword pointed forward, and his eyes became extremely sharp at this moment:

"It's a war cry! It's mine... First Battle Cry! Face me! ”