Azeroth’s Death Track

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Hillsbrad Foothills is the hinterland of the Alterac Kingdom, arguably the richest place in the Alterac Kingdom, connecting the declining Kingdom of Stromgarde in the southeast, and northeast It is connected by a lush forest to the high mountain area Hinterland.

In the eyes of the human nations in northern Xinjiang, Hinterland is an outlandish wild land. Its altitude is extremely high. In the north, it connects the Stratholme region of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. The inner mountains and outer plains pass through almost The mountain roads that may be walking are connected, the mountain roads are filled with poisonous gas, and the mountains are filled with wild forests and dangerous beasts.

Such as griffins, owls, and even travelers who vowed that they had seen the shadow of the dragon in the mountains of Hinterland.

Of course, the above has nothing to do with this war of orcs invading the world, at least at this stage.

But this war, which currently only belongs to humans and orcs, will eventually intensify, eventually involving the entire Eastern Kingdom, even these aliens, are not spared, and in the end, the follow-up caused by this war will be completely Subvert this peaceful world.

"Om"

A scorching fireball descended from the sky, illuminating the dim forest in the darkness, and at the moment of landing, the trees around the fall point were relentlessly drawn into it, and the smoke emanating between the burning flames will also darken the surrounding Set off more gloomy.

A whole body covered with orange flames, dragonfly wings and eagle head, and a strange creature with a dragon-like tail hovering in the darkness above the forest, it died with only one left eye Stared at the ranger who was escaping in the darkness below, and in the dark forest leading to Hinterland, he issued a vicious and sharp taunt.

"Run! Little Tyrion, run! You have only a few minutes left in your life, you play my game, using my rules, you are already dead..."

Zul'jin and the Loa **** served by his Amani clan are mostly beast spirits. These mysterious conceptual creatures can give believers the same shape-changing ability as the druid, but compared to the stable transformation of the druid, Luo The changes endowed by A-God all carry some evil and mania, and the transformation time cannot be extended for too long.

But this is not much different for Tyrion, who has really gone into desperation now and is exhausted.

He was back in the dark forest with difficulty, and his face was covered with bloodstains and burn wounds. He could still move with the secret medicine brought by Lor'themar, but he knew that in Zul In Jin's hatred-filled slaughter, he has little time left.

Zul'jin's patience seems to have come to an end. He gave up the spirit of the bobcat who cut the meat with a knife and turned into a more lethal spirit of the dragon and eagle. It seems that he intends to be in the flame of the sky falling from the sky Full of fear, burned alive.

And Tyrion’s performance at this time is also very much in line with Zulkin’s expectation. He was embarrassed in the sea of ​​flames. He didn’t even dare to look back at him. His back was like a rat running away in a hurry. To the final desperation, presumably, the low eyes were already full of despair.

"Hahahaha"

Thinking of this, Zul blonde hair made a happy and vicious laugh. He flapped the wings of the dragon eagle and slowly fell from the air. In the one-eyed glance, Terry Ang's gesture of running away was so pleasing.

"Your death is just the beginning, Little Tyrion."

"Amani has new allies, and at a glance I can see the wild blood flowing in the orcs' bodies and using them as weapons to crush Quel'Thalas, it's perfect!"

Zul'jin's voice like a winner sounded in the darkness, and the dark voice was unabashedly malicious:

"Maybe I will kindly prepare a tomb for you, which says "The burial place of Elv Ranger Tyrion", you took my eyes, you brought me the shame of failure, I took your life , Shouldn't it be excessive?"

"Oh, by the way, after killing your widowed tutor, I will be kind enough to bury her with you... no need to thank me!"

Zul'jin was already winning. He opened the mouth of the dragon eagle, and a series of scorching flames spewed out of his mouth. In the air, which was close to the ground less than 30 meters, the speed of the flame of rain fell to the extreme.

"boom"

Tyrion avoided the first shot with difficulty. He saw an open space in the forest in front. His vision was excellent and there was no obstruction!

That is the best place to ambush!

He was so exhausted that the ultimate power of his body burst out, and in the scorching heat behind him, he rushed towards the open space frantically, and at the moment he plunged into the open space, his back was the last one to fall from the sky. When the fireball hits, the whole person is like a rock that fell down, rolling in the air, and smashed into the edge of the open space.

He was lying on the ground, the inner lining of the chain mail behind was ignited, and a weak flame was burning behind him. The whole person was motionless, and it looked like it was completely killed.

This scene made Zul King stunned.

This fierce troll chief had fantasized about Tyrion’s various methods of death, but this one, this... the death was too quiet, too sudden, so suddenly he could not accept it, and he Subconsciously flapping his wings and slowly falling from the air, I want to see if this guy is pretending to be dead, or is he really dead.

Behind him, in the ignited forest, in the shadow of the flames, a red figure slowly rose from the branches, and a giant war bow with a Phoenix pattern carved in his hand was held in the air, specially designed for The arrow of the armor-breaker steadily rests on the war bow.

Lor'themar. Theron's eyes were fixed on the falling dragon eagle in the dark. He knew that Tyrion desperately fought for the opportunity for him only this time.

Just like before sniping the dragon knight on the sea, the two rangers who are not close to each other have a hidden tacit understanding between life and death. Regarding the issue of Amani trolls and Zul'jin, Quel'Thalas spontaneously united even if they were naturally hostile warriors.

No one wants to see Zul'jin return to the Amani tribe, so...

"Just please... die here!!!"

At the moment when Zul'jin's incarnate dragon eagle was about to come into contact with Tyrion, Theron's bandaged fingers separated, the strong vibration of the bowstring, and easily broke the bandage on his finger, causing the blood to burst freely, And the blood-smashed armor piercing arrow, like a meteor in the dark, rushed to Zul'jin's most vulnerable abdomen.

"Swoosh"

At a distance of nearly 400 meters, it takes time for the arrows to reach the target, and the sound transmission will always be faster than the real thing. At the moment when the bow string is heard, Zul'jin is shocked, and he will fly when he **** his wings. At this time, Tyrion lying on the ground with his arms stretched violently, and the whole person jumped from the spot, with burned hands, and grabbed Zul'jin's body.

The dagger that was clenched in his hand, soaked in blood, stabbed into his body violently, and Tyrion gritted his teeth, as if a voice roaring from his soul, mixed with all anger and unyielding.

"This...from the beginning! It's not...your! Game!"

Zul'jin's one-eye is opposite to Tyrion's eyes, in those eyes, there is pain, hatred, anger, killing...but there is nothing he wants to see... fear!

"puff"

Zul'jin, unable to take off while being caught, felt the arrow with magic pierced the most vulnerable belly of the dragon eagle spirit at the next moment, and the sharp arrow pierced his flesh, destroying the beast in an instant. In accordance with the spirit, Zur blond hair made a pain, and his figure suddenly changed back to the troll form, entangled with Tyrion, and fell from the low sky.

The troll body is not so easy to kill, their self-healing is like a beast.

But at the moment of landing, Zul'jin felt a paralysis of the wound, which caused his lower body almost to lose his ability to move.

"Poison! You actually use poison!"

And Tyrion, who fell beside him, roared like a dying beast, flew up and mounted on Zul'jin, pinched Zul'jin's neck with his left hand, those **** eyes, Just like on the battlefield 5 years ago, even the troll chieftain felt a faint fear:

"Everyone will die, not everyone will live! Zul'jin! Die here!"

"puff"

The dagger in Tyrion's right hand pierced Zul'jin's neck again, blood was flowing, and the crisis of death came.

"Go away!"

"boom"

Tyrion was too weak, Zulkin waved his fist and smashed his body out with one blow, and Lor'themar rushing out of the forest caught Tyrion's body and backhanded several The mysterious medicine stuffed into his mouth.

The ranger who shot a fatal arrow raised his head and saw Zul'jin sitting in the open space pulling out a bone dagger from his waist. The hand fell with a knife and cut off the arrow shaft remaining in the abdomen. It was a suicidal act, but this reckless breakage invalidated the enchantment of the arrows as a whole, and allowed the arrow that continuously enlarged the wound to be pinched by the muscles of the abdomen.

"It's mean!"

Zuljin sipped his **** saliva. He looked at Lor'themar and he scolded loudly:

"When did the arrogant Quel'Thalas elf learn to use poison too? I thought only the brute trolls like us would do this!"

Faced with this sarcasm, Lor'themar did not fight back. He chose a more direct way. The huge war bow was thrown aside, and his unique two-handed sword was drawn with his backhand. The Phoenix coat of arms was carved on both sides. The blade made by the master surged sharply under the moonlight.

"puff"

"Ah!!!"

Facing Lor'themar as a tiger, Zul'jin, who is dispelling toxins with voodoo, brandished a bone dagger to block the blow, but how could flesh and blood be the opponent of steel, splashing in the smelly blood In between, Zulkin's left arm flew into the sky in his scream.

"It hurts, go to die! Go to die!!"

At that moment, the left hand full of Loa's spell was smashed on the ground contaminated with blood, still beating nervously, and after it, Zuljin, who felt the threat of death, ignored the severely injured body and forcibly summoned the beast spirit again. .

"Oh!"

With a roar of a bear, a huge black giant bear appeared in the open space. It had a fierce one-eyed man who was forced into the dead end, and a broken front claw, relying on only one claw and the great power given by the spirit of the beast. In between, he blocked the blade of Lor'themar in front of him.

"Tear it"

The fur of the giant bear was tough, and Lor'themar's blade was scratched on it, bringing out a fierce wound, but failed to cut off the paw completely as before, and was forced to Zul'jin completely. Severely, the bear head of his changing beast spirit roared, with a hard skull against the slash of Lor'themar, his upper body lifted up, waving the remaining bear claws, and a paw was shot at Lor'themar Chest.

"boom"

Ranger is not a warrior after all, although the movements are more vigorous and more lethal, but in frontal confrontation, the elven ranger's slender figure is really not dominant.

A blow under this death threat flew Lotham's body several steps, and at this opportunity, Zul'jin stepped back two steps, and the power of God Loa rolled in his body, making his body again. Change, in the sad eagle, a black eagle with deformed wings flies hard from the spot, galloping towards the night sky.

"I won't die here! Terion, you remember it for me!"

"When Quel'Thalas was destroyed by the flames of war, I will go to you again! I will kill everyone around you! I will personally strangle everyone in the Windrunner's family! I take Amani Swears in the name of "!"

"Shoot swoosh"

At the moment when Zul'jin's roar sounded, three sharp arrows flying from below pierced the space and pierced into his body fiercely, flying the black eagle feather all over the sky, and howling Zulkin also completely lost his balance, falling obliquely from the sky toward the open space in the forest.

Outside the flaming forest, Terion, who was already terrified all over the body, put down the Phoenix war bow in his hand. His body shook, and he used the war bow to support the body just before he fell down. And what burst out of those eyes is the gaze that forms a strong contrast with the weak body.

Sharp as a sword... vow to kill this damn, indestructible fate.

"Where do you want to go? Don't you want to go anywhere!"

"I've seen it... death here is your destiny!!"

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