Azeroth’s Death Track

Hoo... Hoo

In the middle of the night, the fugitive's panting was extremely heavy, the blood-stained leaves danced around in the wind, ghost-like whistling sounded in the forest one after another, mixed with the strange screams of wild creatures, maybe they also smelled blood Hiding in the darkness, peeking at everything in this cruel night little by little.

The hunched troll leaned against the tree trunk, and looked around vigilantly, like a vigilant beast, his cheeks engraved with charms were already soaked with sweat, because of tension, and even more because of pain.

This is not a hunt, this is an escape!

The wound on his right eye began to ache again, even though a year had passed, but this hideous wound, like his hatred, never healed.

He will never forget how he was cornered on the battlefield of Eversong Forest, and how his eyes were cruelly gouged out after dying to fight back. The boiling hatred and anger burned in his heart. The cells are frantically calling for revenge, revenge! !

ah!

The severed left arm began to bleed again, the pain spread from every wound, they laughed hoarsely, and there was nothing below the old troll's elbow that should have been able to tear the beast...

Two hours ago, he personally cut off his own arm bit by bit with a bone knife. There was no weapon in the cage, so the bone knife was the one that broke his own fangs during countless nights of imprisonment. It was ground silently and not sharp, and the process of cutting off the arm was undoubtedly extremely painful.

But he didn't let out a single cry of pain, until he broke the jailer's neck with one hand, used his blood to suspend hunger and thirst, until the first spark of revenge was ignited by himself, and he could feel a trace of it during the killing. Silk carefree! Only the bloodthirsty and brutal Loa, the wild god he serves, can be pleased only by the slaughter and vengeance of his own hands.

find him!

Whatever it takes!

The looming shouts and flames lit up in the forest behind him. The pursuers had arrived. The old troll who was resting suddenly opened his one eye. He stretched out his parched tongue and licked his lips, as if hungry The poisonous snake, longing for the prey to approach, and the only remaining right arm, the strange three-fingered palm, tightly clenched the bone knife stained with blood.

He can't wait to fight! Every bone in his body was screaming and killing wildly.

bass

Zul'jin was fascinated by the sensation of the head of the elf ranger rushing into the woods, and the warm blood splashing on Zul'jin's face.

But at the next moment, the cold wind blew on his face, and the returning rationality quickly suppressed the desire to slaughter. He looked back at the forest that was disturbed by the noise, and finally, he took a deep breath, turned his head and rushed into the forest. deeper in the forest.

free! free!

This is what he must obtain. Only by getting rid of the incompetent pursuers behind him can he return to Amani's territory! Only when he regains his freedom can he regain control of the already disorganized Amani tribe! Only freedom can allow him to build up the army of forest trolls, once again break through the kingdom of arrogant elves, and use the blood of thousands of souls to comfort himself for all the failures and shame he has endured!

He's Zul'kin!

The greatest chieftain and priest of the Amani trolls, the beloved Slayer of the Loa, the Destiny Destroyer of Quel'Thalas, the kingdom of the high elves!

It's not that he can't bear failure, but at least...he can't die here! The humble... like reptiles and wild dogs, died on the land so far from the battlefield.

Shua, Shua

He moved forward quickly in the dark, and he used the bit of magic power he had obtained with difficulty on the way to escape to heal the wound on his left arm, stop the bleeding, and let it heal temporarily.

This act of drinking poison to quench thirst will suppress the powerful self-healing instinct in the troll's body, making it impossible for the severed arm to recover naturally. Over time, he will completely lose his right arm.

But if he doesn't, the dripping blood will reveal his escape route. After dealing with the high elves all his life, Zul'jin knows very well what their rangers can do. Find his hideout.

Although he doesn't want to admit it, the elite high elf ranger is the most dangerous natural killer for forest troll hunters.

But it doesn't matter... because the end of freedom is near! !

The night of running wildly has exhausted the last trace of strength in the body of the troll chief Zul'jin, but he has also accomplished a feat that ordinary people cannot accomplish. He crossed the eastern part of Hillsbrad Hills overnight. forest.

A few kilometers ahead, you will really enter the mountains of the Hinterlands in the barren land, where another forest troll, the Xiezhi clan, lives. Although they have almost nothing to do with the Amani clan, as long as you get there, the ancestors Erkin no longer has to worry about his life.

Hoo... Hoo

Zul'jin's face full of spells was full of exhaustion. He had to take a rest. The environment in the Hinterlands was several times more dangerous than the hills of Hillsbrad. He had to ensure that he had enough energy to face it. The dangers encountered in the wild forest.

And at this very moment...

whoosh

A sharp arrow shot from the forest in front, with the sound of howling wind, shot towards Zul'jin's head. The threat of danger made the hair on the back of the old troll's neck stand upside down , he threw himself forward, lying on the soft ground, and the arrow crazily pierced into the tree trunk behind him, even sending up sawdust flying across like fragments.

ah!

Zul'jin let out a crazy cry, his one eye was full of ferocity and anger, seeing freedom looming in front of him, but he suffered a failure at the last moment, which drove Zul'jin, who had given almost everything to seek freedom, completely crazy .

He is like a failed gambler at the gaming table, his eyes are red, and all the killings, all the rage, all the madness suppressed by his body are completely released at this moment. He clenches the bone knife and shoots in the direction of the sharp arrow He rushed out, his expression was more like a wild animal driven into a corner than an exhausted fugitive prisoner.

Just like 1 year ago, on the battlefield of Quel'Thalas, where the Amani trolls were defeated.

Even if it is death... ten or a hundred elves will be drawn to back it up!

My destiny...is not...

boom

After accumulating energy, the cold blade slapped Zul'jin's body fiercely, completely interrupting his weak charge to the death.

The hunter who is waiting for work and the extremely weak prey, in this desperate situation, the old troll has no way to resist such an attack. His entire forward body turned upside down under this blow, and finally he lay on the ground in a state of embarrassment. on the ground.

Snapped

The foot in the buckskin boots stepped on his left arm, and the sharp blade cut across his fingers mercilessly, chopping those three fingers together with the clenched bone knife, amidst the gushing blood, Zul'jin suppressed the pain, his one eye was full of hatred, he looked up, and in the light of the approaching dawn, he saw the comer.

Seeing the face that made him gnash his teeth with hatred every night he was imprisoned, wishing to tear his bones apart and devour his flesh.

It was an indifferent face, with the thinness characteristic of high elves, and the lips that were always pursed also had a sharp feeling, and the most important thing was the eyes, those calm eyes, even when cutting the old troll fingers, those eyes remained calm amidst the blood-splattered cruelty.

While Zul'jin was looking at him, the figure in green chain armor and the iconic green cloak of the Farstrider was also looking at him. After 1 second, those calm eyes narrowed, and the expression on his cheek With a sincere smile.

Long time no see, Zul'jin...

Thai! Rui! Ang! The bastard who took my eyes! Kill you! I'm going to... kill! You!

The voice was hoarse, and the resentment and viciousness in it didn't need to be recognized at all. This is the gesture of a true enemy. When he heard the shout, the elf ranger pursed his lips, and he let go and stepped on Zul'jin's arm. The next moment, the knife lights up.

puff

The sharp blade engraved with the pattern of the phoenix pierced through the chest, nailing the old troll and his escape route to the ground.

Uh...you better kill me now...

Zul'jin's only remaining one eye was full of extreme malice. He stared at the elf in front of him. The latter heaved a sigh of relief, knelt down in front of Zul'jin, took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the old The blood was wiped clean from the troll's face.

The gentle movements were like those of an old friend whom he had not seen for a long time, with great calmness and elegance. This posture and the troll chief who was at the end of his life were simply extreme.

Listen, Zul'kin, I didn't come here to kill people I hate. A guy like you is meaningless. I'll kill you sooner or later!

The elf saw the hatred gleaming in Zul'jin's one eye, and he shrugged:

I'm here to protect the person I value. She is different from you. Once lost, she will never come back.

A smile appeared on his face, and he threw aside the handkerchief full of pungent blood. In the bloody night sky, the elf breathed a sigh of relief and said softly:

You should have died a year ago, but the idiots of Silvermoon City earned you a new life, don't worry, you may live a long time... as a prisoner.

Look, those pathetic compatriots of mine couldn't stand you and made you almost run away. It's okay, don't be disappointed in them... Don't take your life for granted, don't wait until it's too late to appreciate your terrible life, When the day you are useless, I will personally end your suffering, I promise!

Snapped

A large piece of bloody soil was roughly stuffed into Zul'jin's mouth, blocking all his subsequent swearing and roaring, making the old troll look like the last struggling beast, but he still couldn't recover from it. escaped from the hands of the hunter.

As a result, the noisy forest fell silent again a few minutes after the two met.

Nearly 10 minutes later, wearing the same style of leather armor and cloak as the elf ranger Tyrion, the guards responsible for guarding Zul'jin and other Amani troll prisoners rushed out of the forest. The ranger at the head of them was particularly bright Yan, unlike others, he was wearing red chain armor, red cloak, carrying a huge phoenix war bow, and holding a distinctive big sword in his hand.

When he saw Zul'jin who was pinned to the ground and struggling to become weaker and weaker, the ranger captain's eyes showed a bit of relaxation, but when he saw the figure standing beside Zul'jin, his eyes burst out again. There was a touch of shame.

Captain Lor'themar Theron!

The ranger Tyrion, who shouldn't be here, leaned against the tree trunk, wiped his saber with a handkerchief, and after wiping off the last trace of blood, he raised his head and looked at the silent red-clothed ranger in front of him:

The Amani troll chieftain who tried to escape from prison, Quel'Thalas felon Zul'jin, has been captured!

The ranger shook his hand and threw a spell stone to his fellows in red armor. He said softly without any emotion:

I am here to take over the Farstrider prisoner-of-war camp under the orders of the Sun King and the Ranger General! You can leave at any time and go back to Quel'Thalas to report to your royal highness.

The red-clothed ranger stood where he was. He squeezed the spell stone in his hand, not knowing what to say. Tyrion walked forward, and when he passed by Lor'themar Theron, he reached out and patted his hand. shoulder, whispered:

So, dear senior...it seems that you have to go back with failure.

boom

The mantra stone in the red-clothed ranger's hand was tightly clenched at this moment, and he even made a low sound, but in the end, he turned and left without saying a word.

At the moment when Lor'themar's figure disappeared into the forest, Tyrion stepped forward and stood in front of the Farstrider rangers in front of him. He said in a deep voice:

I'm Tyrion Dawnblade! You all know me! I don't think I need to introduce myself anymore!

From now on, I will be in charge of the prisoner-of-war camp! I have brought the magic cage specially made for Zul'jin by the wizards of Silvermoon City, and I will transfer him to this kind of cell as soon as possible!

And, next, my first order since serving as commander of the Hillsbrad POW camp!

Because of this bad prison escape incident, the restless prisoners need to be taught a profound lesson! Therefore, I give an order!

All the prisoners in the camp except Zulkin...executed on the spot!