Azeroth’s Death Track

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Zul'jin is a high-level troll priest who can manipulate the divine power of Loa. Although he is still the last step away from the high-level priest shadow hunter serving Loa, he was not in the heyday. Captain Little Ranger can fight.

In the war 5 years ago, the Ranger General of Silvermoon City, the strongest Ranger Liresa. Windrunner Lady paid the price of serious injuries, plus the assistance of Tyraion and a group of elite Rangers, only in the trap of Silvermoon Forest , Captured Zulkin.

It was a tragic battle, but to be honest, everyone thought that the sacrifice of that battle was worth it.

After the loss of Zul'jin, the Armani clan weakened almost at a rate visible to the naked eye. In a troll society that exists in the form of a tribe, a wise leader is enough to withstand tens of thousands of armies...

In the five years of imprisonment, Zul'jin's injury has not been restored in good condition. In fact, even now, he is still seriously injured, fighting with Tyrion and Lor'themar.

It can be said that if Zulkin is not so obsessed with revenge and leaves himself with a day to cultivate, this tragic battle will be a different ending.

Weak victory over strong is often called a miracle, but in the world of Azeroth, the existence of high-level existence is comprehensive to the crushing of low-level existence. In the pursuit of the killing, the whole body retreated unharmed.

Just like the orc warlord Saurfang who was walking in the forest at this time...

Even if Dai Lin personally led the pursuit of the imposing human army, it was the injured Saurfang, and it was still not a human infantry that could be confronted. As a high-level warrior, Saurfar had control of his own strength and anger , Enough to allow him to fight bravely without facing the downturn when facing several times his opponent.

As for Dailin who can come and go with him and hurt him...please, do you really think that His Majesty Dailin can become the Union naval commander, only because of his noble identity?

wrong! Dailin Proudmoore, in addition to his own distinguished identity, in this era, he is also one of the strongest warriors in the human world...

"Ah, this mission failed completely..."

Saurfang was held up by Reid Blackhands and was traversing through the dark forest. His battle axe was carried behind him by another blood-bearing orc. Behind him, he was a remnant of less than 20 people. And more than 100 elite orc warriors who followed him have already died under the encirclement of the battlefield and Dai Lin.

"What a shame!"

The warlord closed his eyes tiredly, reached out his hand, and signaled that the troops could stop and rest. They had already penetrated into the forest. It was not suitable for human knights to march here, and Dai Lin had a little brain and would not send human infantry in. Die.

"This is not to blame you, Warlord!"

Reed took the dried meat from his pocket and distributed it to Saurfang, comforting himself while eating:

"There is nothing wrong with your arrangement. You blame the reckless troll chief Zul'jin. If he were not determined to pursue the elf ranger alone, we would not fall into the siege and ambush of humans."

"If you lose, you lose, Red!"

Saurfang swallowed some hard meat, he said softly: "Humans have no tricks, they just defeated us on the battlefield, the human king, Dai Lin... he must Will become the most difficult opponent for the chieftain to conquer this continent."

"But they are three times our number!"

Reid. Blackhand retorted somewhat disappointedly: "And then the night raid, I don't think this is an upright victory!"

"We are orcs, Red... we are three times more powerful than humans..."

Saurfang said coldly:

"Is it worth boasting to defeat the same number of human beings? We come to this world from our near-death world, and all creatures in this world regard us as enemies! If we cannot face our failures, we will sooner or later be blamed by our own Arrogant defeat... Remember that human, Reid, if there is a chance, even if there are more casualties, you must kill him!"

"I see, Warlord..."

Reed responded with a deep voice, but the next moment, he asked:

"So shall we go back like this?"

"No! We are going to find Zul'jin, no matter whether he is alive or dead, we will take him back. The Chieftain has other arrangements for him! And it is very important."

"Warlord! Warlord!"

The orc sent to find the way scolded and ran back. He pointed gaspingly behind him and said to Saurfang:

"We found the wood that was scorched and extinguished in the front, which should be the trace of the battle just left. We also found this!"

The scout gave Saurfang what he had held in his hand. The latter glanced, and his eyes narrowed.

It was a fragment of the cloak of the Ranger Ranger, which was contaminated with a special drug smell and residual blood stains. From the stubble, its owner seemed to have been attacked by some kind of beast.

"It seems that Zulkin left... that weird witchcraft that became the battle mode of the beast... he is right in front!"

The warlord tightened the cloth in his hand, he suddenly felt an ominous, maybe, Zul'jin might not be able to complete his revenge.

"Don't rest! Hurry! Follow me to find him! Zul'jin can't die...at least not now!"

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Zul'jin's body was lying on the grass covered with blood, and he didn't know whether he had run out of good luck, or Terian's luck was too good, one of the three arrows pierced his chest. His lungs made the old troll difficult to breathe.

Every breath of his was accompanied by extreme pain, and disgusting blood foamed around the corners of his mouth. This kind of injury was not the magical power of Lord Loa that could be recovered in a short time.

Lor'themar leaned forward with his big sword, he looked at the dying Zul'jin and cut off the right arm of the guy with his knife, after finishing this rather cruel thing After that, his fingers were still beating on the hilt, and it seemed that he wanted to cut off Zul'jin's head with a sword, but like Tyrion, Lor'themar, the captain of the ranger, also knew one thing.

High-priests like Zul'jin who master voodoo secrets, the body is just a carrier for them, and they are pursuing soul eternal life.

In this case, once Zul'jin was killed in an improper way, his soul could still exist in the world, and in some mysterious ritual, he was directly summoned back to the holy land of the Amani troll, Zu Aman, in After a long rest there, he will be reborn as another person.

This is equivalent to giving Zulkin freedom in disguise.

And the problem is here. In the current bad situation of Zulkin, his arms were cut off, his lungs were injured, and toxins remained in his lower body. Even if he wanted to commit suicide, he could not commit suicide...

"boom"

Lor'themar rummaged through the bag of voodoo materials that Zul'jin carried with him, and finally threw a strange blue bottle with a blue light at the foot of Tyrion. The latter glanced at it and took it with disgust. Got up.

"Do I really want to drink?"

Tyrion's face showed disgust as if facing torture, and Lor'themar's always stiff face showed a cramped smile:

"Drink it, drink it, this is a good thing, freshly squeezed demon, in your current situation, you need this kind of thing, it can quickly restore your vitality, uh, although... the taste may not be so good ..."

Mojo, this is the same thing that belongs to the bad tradition of trolls. In simple terms, this thing is equivalent to a concentrated product of vitality and magic. It is drawn out of a living life body in a very cruel way. It is used in some evil rituals, or the witch doctors quickly restore their magic in battle.

Its taste is the same as its cruel production process, just taste it once, you will know, what is the most terrible malicious in the world.

"vomit!"

Tyrion squeezed his nose and poured this small pot of magic spirits. When he felt the sticky liquid flowing into his body, he threw away the bottle and felt like he was eating a slug alive. Gagging began when I turned around.

But this thing is disgusting, and after drinking it, Tyrion can feel a warm feeling, rippling in the cold body, so that his spirit quickly recovered a little.

"Give me a knife!"

Tyraion took a deep breath and took a handful of leaves from the side and stuffed it into his mouth. Using this jerky taste to cover up the remaining breath of the demon, he beckoned to Lor'themar. Yang, a delicate red dagger, fell into Tyrion's hands.

This guy really likes red things very much.

With a dagger in place, Tyrion walked to Zul'jin, and he looked down at the troll chief with a sneer in the pale corner of his mouth:

"Five years ago, I took your right eye... do you think it was a shame?"

"Now the game is over, the winner takes all. I want to take everything from me, I won't be soft..."

"Your other eyes and your life belong to me!"

Lor'themar shook his head and turned around, unwilling to see this cruel scene, and behind him, Zul'jin's roar of pain sounded like a night owl in the dark, but the roar of pain was to the extreme At that time, a blade of sound cut off the sound of the bone, but let Lor'ma turn back suddenly.

He saw Tyrion holding his phoenix epee in his hand and cut off Zur'jin's head, which was terrible.

"You just killed him like this?"

Lor'themar frowned. Tyrion didn't answer, but pulled Zul'jin's shredded clothes off, wrapped Zul'jin's head, and put it in his hand:

"After the last time he caught him, the mentor wanted to kill him personally. At that time, I listened to her conversation with Congressman Darkan, and the mage told my mentor to kill Zul'jin's soul completely, It’s a complicated step, but if he can use his head to match his magic spirit, he can call back his escaped soul and seal it..."

"But the whimsical bureaucrats in Silvermoon City ruined it all. They abruptly put the life of a **** villain for 5 years!"

Tyrion shook his head and handed his head to Lor'themar:

"Bring it back to Quel'Thalas as quickly as possible!"

But Lor'themar clearly had a different idea. He looked at the disgusted head in his hand. The slightly clean-looking captain of the ranger said with an eyebrow raised:

"Or you can take Dalaran closer. I believe that there is certainly a similar way to completely eliminate the threat of Zul'jin in the magical mastership of the prince, who is extremely deep... and the elimination of this threat, also Will make the prestige of the prince even higher in Quel'Thalas! Darkan has been fighting against His Royal Highness in the Silver Moon Council, he is a restless dangerous element!"

Faced with this thought, Tyrion did not stop him, he just shrugged:

"Go with you, anyway, this is already the ultimate of our two rangers...be careful!"

Before the voice fell, Lor'themar, with his back to the dark forest behind him, was thrown to the ground by Tyrion, and the roaring flying axe flew out of the dark forest at the same time, almost wiping Tyrion's hair, Slashed hard into the tree trunk behind, and splattered wood debris broke out.

In the light of the weak fire in the forest, Saurfang with the tomahawk rushed out of the forest with the remaining orc soldiers. He saw the incomplete body of Zul'jin who had lost his head on the ground. The mission failed in the end, and the shame brought by the loss of the soldiers, like a burning fire, burned Sarufar's only reason in an instant.

"boom"

The three people embraced the thick trunk and fell down with a blow from Saurfang. The orc warlord's eyes were bloodshot, like a demon in the fire, and the spine tomahawk in his hand pointed forward. There, Tyrion The figure of Lor'themar has rushed into the dark forest.

"Charge! Charge!"

"Bring their heads... Bring me back!!!"

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