Azeroth’s Death Track

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Under the beating of icy raindrops, Zul'jin danced the ancient war dance of the Amani tribe.

Because of the storm in South Sea Town, the night became gloomy and gloomy, but in the light of the flames, Zul'jin's dark shadow distorted bit by bit, like some kind of evil spell, with ancestral Erjin's body also began to change amidst the billowing smoke.

The mysterious and savage ritual is full of the savage style of trolls. The divine power from the Loa God, who has been worshiped by the Amani tribe for thousands of years, entangled Zul'jin's body, and soon turned his body into a head A large golden lynx, this ferocious beast stuck out its tongue and licked its sharp fangs. A deadly light burst out from the only remaining one eye. The next moment, his figure disappeared into the darkness.

This mysterious witchcraft made the orc warlord Saurfang, who was watching all this, narrow his eyes. As a clan warrior in the original world, he began to think quickly, whether this kind of troll witchcraft could serve the tribe well. Used?

And in the forest at this time, in the darkness full of bloody smell, Tyrion grabbed the torn cloak with one hand, bit the other end of the cloth strip with his mouth, and hit the cloth strip with the other hand. Dead knot, within the green cloak, Tyrion applied all the remaining secret medicine to this temporary bandage, and he tightened the bandage to the extreme, using this squeeze method to let the wound affect him Reduced to minimum.

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

He has no appetite at all, but he has to eat... No one knows when the support will come, and whether the support will come, he must ensure that he can last until that moment...

The storm in Nanhai Town tonight made the temperature in this forest drop a lot, probably because of blood loss, Tyrion felt a long-lost cold, he stuffed the last piece of jerky into his mouth, and held it with his backhand. War bow, his own quiver has been shot empty, there are almost 20 arrows in Kassel's quiver, which is enough for a small battle, but Tyrion knows that Zul'jin will not let it go so easily my own.

And at this moment when ammunition and food were running out, everything in Tyrion's mind became chaotic.

Death, a concept that has rarely been touched in the past 300 years, became clear at this moment. Tyrion in the dark had a vague intuition. Based on the degree of Zul'jin's hatred for him, he probably It's hard to escape this disaster.

As the saying goes, when you are on the verge of death, you will truly know what is most precious to you, and in the darkness before Tyrion's eyes, the first thing that emerges is his mentor, General Liresa, on the battlefield Cover his back.

In the battle five years ago, without the sacrifice of the general and his adoptive mother, Tyrion would have died in Zul'jin's raid. The most important family member in Tyrion's heart.

Then came the eldest daughter of Windrunner who grew up with him, Alleria Windrunner. The last time I saw her was nearly 2 months ago. She insisted on going to the human kingdom to support the war between humans and orcs. But Tyrion did not allow her to do so. This fierce quarrel completely shattered the nearly century-old friendship between the two, just like passers-by.

Then there was Rogelio, the old ranger captain who had been with him for 15 years, and Serente, and then Kassel, who was forced by him to find reinforcements.

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

Also about Zul'jin, in the past few years, he tried to be a prophet, completely killed Zul'jin, and strangled this future BOSS, but he failed... A prophet is not so easy to be, especially in the stage The harsh elven kingdom of Quel'Thalas.

He tried too much, but in the end he still failed to overcome fate.

In this sudden emotion, Tyrion's eyes became hollow little by little. At this moment, he even forgot the most basic... vigilance as a ranger!

So, he quickly paid the price for it.

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The darkness behind Tyrion's chaotic thinking quietly darkened. When Tyrion felt something was wrong, a pair of criss-crossing claws had already torn his chain armor from behind.

The chain armor made by the master craftsman of Silvermoon City was like paper, and it was easily torn apart, including Tyrion's flesh and blood. In severe pain, the ranger turned over and rolled forward. At the end of the roll, he backhanded He shot an arrow, but was easily dodged by the golden lynx that came out of the darkness.

The gigantic beast walked briskly through the shadows of the forest. The moment he saw the giant beast's only eye and the fangs at the corner of its mouth, Tyrion knew...his final battle was coming. !

I haven't forgotten, I still have an appointment with you... I'm not late, am I? Tyrion. Dawn Blade!!!

Hehe, in order to make this chase more vengeful... run, little guy... be obedient, run!

The pain in his back continued to hit, and Tyrion gritted his teeth. He really wanted to rush up and fight with his sword, but his reason told him that what he needed now... was a shameful escape.

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

After staring at each other for 3 seconds, Tyrion turned around and rushed into the forest without hesitation, and behind him, Zul'jin in the spirit form of the lynx let out a series of hoarse, vicious and deep laughter...

Hahaha, the game...starts!

In a daze, after the 4-year wait was over, the roles of Tyrion and Zul'jin were reversed that night. The former predator became the prey, and the prey who escaped had a deep sneer, Licking their paws in the dark, waiting for the trapped hunter to die in despair.

In this secluded forest, Tyrion walked quickly, and the wound on his back was getting more and more painful. When passing by a tall tree, Tyrion climbed up the branch with difficulty, trying to rest, but just as he climbed At the same time as they climbed up the branch, two claws with surging metallic luster slashed wildly under the tree. In just a few seconds, the tree let out a scream of overwhelmed grief.

What's wrong with you? Little Tyrion, are you going to rest?!

In our game...don't you dare to rest?!

bass

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

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The moment the hard war bow touched Zul'jin's sharp claws, it exploded like a bomb, throwing Tyrion's body backwards, and with the buffer when he landed, the ranger rushed again without stopping. into the darkness.

Behind him was a war bow that was broken into several pieces. It was a weapon that had accompanied Tyrion for nearly 30 years... Just like that, it was destroyed in this dark forest.

Hehe... Now, you are familiar with the rules of the game...

You run, I kill... No rest! No buffer... Just like what you did to me back then! Run away, run away... Let my revenge be more interesting!

Zul'jin's aura slowly disappeared behind him. Tyrion gritted his teeth and wiped the blood from the bruises on his cheeks. He took out the magic jewelry that he always carried with him from his belt... the one that used Zul'jin's Eyes, crafted hedron amulets.

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Hidden magic shrouded Tyrion's body with dim light. After walking a few steps, Tyrion's figure, the blood on his body, and his breathing were covered by an invisible light curtain. It was completely wrapped up, and he was given a short time to recover physically and mentally.

In this quiet darkness, Tyrion lurks in the depths of the forest dragging his seriously injured body. He suppresses his pain, and even his breathing is extremely calm. He knows that in the surrounding darkness, Zul'jin is peered into his head.

This battle was unfair from the very beginning, but Tyrion also hoped that a lunatic would give him justice. He tore off the broken cloak on his back, wrapped it tightly around the wound on his back, and didn't make any noise at this slight During the sound therapy, he heard the sound of raindrops falling in the forest, and through this sound, the sound of killing came from the outside...the sound of war horses galloping on the ground.

Reinforcements... Reinforcements should have arrived!

But this situation does not help Tyrion's situation at this time. To join the reinforcements, he must go through the dark forest in front of him. Will Zul'jin give him this opportunity?

No... that troll must be guarding the road leading out of the forest, waiting for the most opportune moment to deal Tyrion the most fatal blow.

Tyrion took a deep breath, he knew that at this point in time, he had to suppress his inner desire for safety, at least he had to wait patiently before getting rid of Zul'jin's threat... while throwing Give up the temptation to hope.

Hope is like a virus, it will silently make people let go of their guard, it will blind the eyes of the trapped with the darkness of the surrounding world and the light of the distance, but danger is always lurking in every corner, and despair will erupt in the oppressive darkness , until the trapped, until Tyrion himself... no longer able to fight back!

He knows this better than anyone...

So the battle outside the forest was in full swing, humans, elves, orcs, and trolls fought together, but inside the forest, it was quiet like another world, a silent...killing hell.

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

7 minutes and 54 seconds have passed...no time...

Tyrion counted the time in his heart with the sound of his heartbeat. During the last few seconds of hiding, Tyrion raised his sore arm and held the sword behind his back. His bow had been torn to pieces, and now , These two knives are his last weapons.

Fight...

This was the only thought that came to Tyrion's mind. He was an excellent hunter, and he knew the mentality of the hunted prey. Once he chose to escape, he would be defeated by the threat brought by Zul'jin sooner or later.

That was not the ending he wanted!

But just 3 seconds after he came out of his hiding place, a hand was stretched out from the intertwined dark leaves behind him, and then it was put on his shoulder silently. At the same moment, Tyrion's hand The sharp blade slashed toward the back fiercely, but was blocked by another solid weapon.

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

Lor'themar Theron made a gesture to Tyrion in the darkness, threw him a bag of secret medicine to restore his body, and then quietly disappeared into the darkness again, although it was only less than 2 seconds Eye contact, but as a high-ranking ranger, he already understood what Lor'themar was thinking.

Reinforcements and even... escape, I will cover you!

This news calmed Tyrion's heart, but after a while, he shook his head. In the darkness, he pointed to himself with his bandage-wrapped fingers, and then pointed to the darkness in front of him, making a finger interlaced gesture. At the end, he clenched his fists violently. At this moment, his eyes narrowed, and the killing intent surging in them represented the deepest thoughts in Tyrion's heart.

Challenge fate again!

Don't run away!

I act as bait, looking for opportunities...waiting for opportunities...to counter-kill!

This answer stunned Lor'themar in the darkness, and the next moment, a sharp dagger fell into the grass at Tyrion's feet, representing Lor'themar's answer.

Then come on!

Tyrion threw the two secret medicines into his mouth, picked up the dagger under his feet, and then held the saber with both hands. He completely threw away the hesitation in his heart. In the darkness, he removed his disguise, stood on the spot, and moved towards The forest slapped by the night rain in front of me shouted loudly:

Zul'jin, don't hide!

You're expecting my breakdown, but the howl you're imagining isn't a howl! It never is!

bass

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

It's a battle cry! My...first battle cry! Come face me!