Chapter 1: The Mission of Tyrion

Are we not allowing him to live now? Roger ... ...

He stood bare-chested, with green skin etched with the ancient beliefs of trolls, bearing the sigils of Loa, the spirit of the beast, who is sanctified in spirit. In battle, these sigils grant them immense and primal power. His physique was tall, evoking an immediate image of his invincible presence on the battlefield, yet his body had become emaciated and frail due to prolonged confinement and abuse.

News from Quel'Thalas indicates that the Amani trolls have become increasingly restless recently

But you must understand that... what is reasonable is not necessarily what is just

What? Infection?

Although we are on human territory, this prisoner camp belongs to the kingdom of Quel'Thalas! Human laws and regulations do not apply to us

Haha! A joke!

Rogério shook his head and said in a deep voice

The day before yesterday, our scouts discovered traces of the troll headhunters nearby, with an initial estimate of around 20 individuals. According to their usual organization, it is highly likely that these beasts have come with over a hundred people this time

Soon, the two captains were assigned their tasks and left. Only two people remained in the conference room. The oldest ranger captain, named Rogério Rinu, was the most trusted deputy of Tairion. Before leaving, he hesitated for a moment and, with some concern, said to Tairion before him:

The elven war blade was drawn, its flickering edge illuminating the darkness of the cage, precisely piercing the aged body before it, causing blood to scatter in a fury.

If he does not understand, and if he still wishes to interfere in any of our actions, let him go directly to his king! Then let his king send a messenger to our king!

The old giant troll gasped for breath twice, causing the wild runes on his body to writhe along with his skin

You must be 300 years old, yet you still act like a coward! Just like back in the battlefield, you hide behind that woman, afraid to confront me head-on... just like a frightened little chick. Hehehe... cough, ah, cough cough!

Tyrion spread his hands and made a helpless expression

I am very curious, who is truly your family? Is it the pitiful couple of the Dawnblade, or is it the widowed and beautiful ranger general, Lyressa Windrunner? Oh, by the way, her unfortunate husband also died at my hands, and I have heard...

I know that with the regenerative abilities of a troll, it is impossible for him to die from an infected wound, but the envoy from Silvermoon will arrive soon. As you know, the higher-ups wish for Zul'jin to remain alive. I am concerned that if we ignore him, it may lead to some unnecessary troubles

The air in the cage became stagnant at that moment, and a few seconds later, Tyrion spoke

Zuljin ... . ... a poor soul who was captured by him twice and had his freedom taken away twice

Continuously undermining this insidious strategy is the most suitable approach to deal with trolls

You all know that there are trolls among those foreign gladiators, and they may very well leak our country's secrets. I believe that as a qualified veteran, Captain Blackmoor will certainly understand our concerns

Zul'jin wore a strange smile on his face, his hands resting on the bars of the cage before him. He lowered his voice, as if challenging Tyrion's final limit

I know what you are worried about, old friend, rest assured, I will not disrupt the plans of the upper echelons out of my own hatred. My mentor has repeatedly reminded me, I understand the gravity of the situation, but this level of injury will not affect the life or death of Zuerjin, so we do not need to think too much about this matter.

If I remember correctly, he has requested our cooperation with the infantry under his command for large-scale searches in the area more than once... What a trivial character who does not know his place, we need not pay him any mind! We will continue with our own affairs

Uh? What flag are you raising? What does that sentence of yours mean

After that, my mentor, my friends, and I, together with you, killed those trolls with bows, knives, daggers, and torches on the battlefield. I have seen trolls that were hacked to death, poisoned to death, and burned to death, but I have never seen a troll die from an infected wound... Have you ever seen one?

The camp supervisor turned to look at the youngest ranger captain, a hint of a smile in his eyes

Here, at the supply point closest to the camp, which is also the essential route from the direction of Xintelan to the hills, I have decided to set an ambush! Since those trolls dare to come, I believe they are already prepared to die in battle. What we need to do is to send them to meet their Loa!

The most senior ranger captain hesitated slightly, his black eyebrows twitching. He pointed with his finger near the campsite on the map, where there was a castle symbol, and he murmured:

Zul'jin should have died at that time, but after discussions among the king and his advisors, it was decided to imprison him beyond the borders of the kingdom

I have heard that she holds you in very high regard, with a kind of intimacy that transcends the typical teacher-student relationship... Look at you, what a handsome young man you are... This is quite normal, isn't it? Matters between men and women...

This means that the powerful individuals can use various tricks to undermine them

"Before he resolves the internal troubles and decisively eliminates those repulsive foreign gladiators imprisoned in his castle, any actions we take are beyond the purview of that captain, and we will not disclose any details of our operations to him, for the sake of confidentiality"

The old giant troll blinked his eyes, looking at Tyrian before him

Captain Tyrion, what if that lieutenant does not understand us? After all, we are on human territory

"Tyralisa, Blade of Dawn, my mother... and Carol, Blade of Dawn, my father, my only two relatives, you killed them, so I will ultimately kill you, completely destroy the Amani, do you have any objections?"

When the ranger heard this news, he felt somewhat incredulous. He looked at his brother in front of him, and after confirming that Rogério was not joking, he shook his head

Tyrion's gaze fell upon the command table before him, and he let out a sigh, speaking softly:

Captain, you may not be concerned about this news, but the situation of prisoner Zulkhin has recently become rather dire, possibly due to the recent weather conditions. His old injuries have recurred, and he has already begun to show signs of infection

Before him stood the captains of his three ranger squads, who were also the commanders in the camp second only to him. After a long period of four years of collaboration, they had become indispensable and excellent subordinates of Terrion

However, this cannot conceal the malice and cunning that shine in his eyes in the darkness. It is worth mentioning that the old giant troll's right eye was personally gouged out by Tyrion on the battlefield

Rog, I remember you stepped onto the battlefield 200 years ago, while I, I was a bit later, having killed my first enemy 150 years ago, and that was a troll

Tyrion raised his eyebrows as he looked at the three silent ranger captains beside him. He cleared his throat and said

Of course not! I know what you want to say, Tyrion

Cough cough ... ... Why don't you come closer and take another look? Tyrion, the Dawnblade ... ... the cruel one who took my right eye!

Has anyone told you, Zuerjin, that you really do not know how to speak!

"You keep insisting that I killed your beloved parents, but look into your eyes, Tyrion. Eyes do not lie. When you mention their names, I see not a flicker of emotion in your eyes, as calm as if they were two strangers. Accept reality! You heartless bastard, your parents are not even as important to you as the woman who protected you on the battlefield!"

The lord of Dunhold Castle has issued several warnings to us! In the name of defending against the orc invasion, he demands that we must report every action to him in advance

A tactical map of the Hillsbrad Foothills is spread out on the table, meticulously drawn by the elite of the Wanderers, while Tyrion's fingers repeatedly glide over the map

Due to the failure of his escape four years ago, Zulkjin's right arm, which he had severed himself, has healed; he ultimately did not lose it. He waved his fingers and made a heart-extracting gesture, a hint of ferocity flashing in his eyes as he said with some regret:

What was her name again? Teresa? Tessa? Or Talia? I apologize, but I am too old to remember these things.

He mocked Tyrion in the darkness with a hoarse voice, but this mockery was cut short by a fit of heart-wrenching coughing

It doesn't mean much, don't take it to heart, let's hurry and go while it's still early, we can also take the opportunity to go hunting...

The fingers danced on the hilt of the knife at his waist, as Tyrion stood silently in the darkness, watching the old giant troll lying on the cold ground in the pitch-black cage, groaning.

As he spoke, Tyrion changed the subject; he did not wish to elaborate on this matter. Looking at his old friend before him, he casually asked:

But the little chicken dominates your life... Zulkyn, you should have died long ago! You should have perished on the battlefield; every day you live is earned by those fools in Silvermoon City for you... But it doesn't matter, seeing you now struggling to survive actually makes me quite happy

Please, do not keep raising your own flag! My good brother, let us go, we are on duty today, we can go have a drink

As for that woman... it is truly regrettable that I have forgotten her appearance. I only remember the kind of painful, pitiful scream she let out, like a dying kitten, when I personally strangled her... that brought me immense pleasure

Our king has paid for this, do you understand

Tyrion paused for a moment and said with some regret

At the end of the war, Tyrion and his mentor, the current Ranger General Lady Liadrin Windrunner, captured the fleeing Zul'jin at the edge of the battlefield, paying a great price, but it was a complete victory

Hey! Do not say this sentence! Forget it!

Upon hearing Rogério's persuasion, Tyrion's eyes flashed with a cold light, and even his speech became stiff. However, after a moment, his tone softened somewhat

Tyrion's hands were crossed on the table, supporting his chin. After a moment, his fingers pointed towards the river near the camp

Can you tell me the answer, my dear Tyrion?

At this time, it has been exactly 4 years since the jailbreak incident of Zul'jin, but for the long-lived elves, this is merely an insignificant amount of time

Tyrion's questioning elicited a series of laughter from the old troll, his voice sounding increasingly eerie in the darkness

Based on the number of elves who died at the hands of Zul'jin, and the blood on his hands that cannot be washed clean, Teron'gor is certain that if given the opportunity, this camp, and indeed all the rangers of Quel'Thalas, would not hesitate to eliminate him

Who is willing to stay here ... oh, right! There is something I need to tell you, General Ranger has approved my request for retirement, and next month I will be able to go home and spend quality time with my family, especially with my little Kain, so this is my last month with all of you, Tyrion

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For many people, the most painful aspect of life is the waiting for death to arrive. However, there is another form of unbearable torture, which is the confinement of freedom. To permanently strip such a thing away from a living being is more cruel than anything else.

You are referring to Captain Blackmoor of the human kingdom of Alterac, correct

Rog, I remember that you haven't returned to Quel'Thalas for 2 years, have you? Are you really planning to spend your entire life among humans, dealing with these arrogant human nobles who are only old enough to be your grandchildren, just like your grandfather? I recall that little Kael'thas is still waiting for your return in Silvermoon.

Tyrion rubbed his forehead, causing his slender, light golden eyebrows to twitch up and down, and he said softly

The old giant troll sat cross-legged in a specially designed magical cage with great difficulty, and in a strange voice that made one want to hit him, he softly said

170 years? Let the ancestor think about it...

The expressions of all the elves, including him, were not good, as this matter concerned their mortal enemy—the Forest Trolls

Puff

The strong wording of this statement made the other two captains unable to hold back their laughter. The ranger captain, who did not laugh, was a young man. He was clearly still somewhat concerned about the potential conflict between the two sides, so he spoke up and asked:

Their plan is actually quite simple. Zul'jin holds considerable prestige among the Amani troll tribe. After his capture, whether the remaining trolls are prepared to resist to the end or intend to ransom their chieftain, it will lead to a division within the Amani tribe, and this division is precisely what the high elves hope to see

170 years ago, I was probably still at the sacred site of the Armani tribe, which is the altar of Ancestor Oman, where I personally offered many captured elves as sacrifices... Oh, I remember now! It was a couple... The man was very brave; he tried to protect his wife, but I stabbed him and extracted his heart. He died a miserable death!

Tyrion sat in the somewhat modest command room of the camp, conveying the message in his hand to his subordinates

Tyrion's expression suddenly became strange, and he stood up, patting Rogelio on the shoulder

Zul'jin was captured 5 years ago during a small war led personally by the current Sun King of Quel'Thalas, Anasterian, who broke through the troll fortress in the Evernight Forest.

But Tyrion ... ... there is something you must know

Upon hearing this, Rogério smiled, and his gaze softened

As for this matter, what I regret the most is that it arrived 170 years too late

When he became quiet again, Tyrion stepped forward from the darkness, standing outside the cage, gazing calmly at the old troll before him

It is evident that some fools, unwilling to accept defeat, are once again plotting a rescue for Zhuljin

The reproductive capacity of trolls is formidable; these forest beasts can grow to adulthood in just 10 years, while an exceptional elven ranger requires at least 30 years of training before stepping onto the battlefield. The time needed to cultivate a mage is even longer, compounded by the poor fertility rate of high elves, making direct confrontation never a wise choice

... ...

In the early morning, as the sunlight once again illuminated the Hills of Hillsbrad, the elves, far from their homeland, awakened from their slumber and began a new day of toil. However, compared to previous days, the atmosphere in the prisoner of war camp seemed somewhat grim.