Chapter 2: Orcs and Humans

Arrow of Quel'Thalas

And now, on this land of humanity, facing these trolls who lack numerical superiority and have already lost their fighting spirit, Tyrion and his rangers only need to extend their hands to grasp the hem of victory

Tyrion reached for a crystal-like ornament at his waist, shaking it in the darkness as if to show off

The knight also noticed the ranger, but before he could speak, Tyrion bent down, reached out, and pressed his hand against the knight's neck. Rogelio very cooperatively handed over an elven potion, and Tyrion somewhat roughly stuffed the potion into the knight's mouth, then took out the water pouch from his waist and forcefully poured it down his throat

Is the knight here

It is evident that these trolls attempting to break into the prison are undoubtedly victims of the internal power struggles within the Arakkoa. Their equipment and resolve are both severely lacking... They are entirely being used as cannon fodder

Amidst the glint of blades, the 4 trolls beside him were simultaneously bisected, and the warm blood dyed the entire river red at that moment. Amidst the trolls' anguished cries, the ranger travelers, wielding dual blades and filled with fervor, charged into the enemy ranks like descending tigers, pouncing upon the trolls who were attempting to rescue their chieftain.

Tyrion comes from a desire to clear his name and to avoid those terrible rumors that could harm his kind-hearted foster mother and family, as he seeks to protect them

This blunt rejection left Knight Ael in despair, but upon seeing the iconic green traveler’s cloak behind Tyrian, the knight suddenly shivered and shouted with his last ounce of strength

The Hillsbrad Foothills belong to the heartland of the Northern Territories, where lies the most fertile plains of the Kingdom of Alterac, surrounded by the human nations of the Northern Territories. This area is a perennial safe zone, and even the recent uproar over the invasion of the green-skinned orcs has not threatened the safety of the foothills. In such a place, it is evidently unlikely for fully armed knights to appear.

Look! Your right eye has been turned into a talisman, and it possesses quite remarkable magical effects. I really like it; this thing is now much more useful than when it was on you

Ah ah ah

There! I just saw a glimmer... it looked like those armored knights, similar to human knights with targets.

For trolls endowed with formidable self-healing abilities, such an attack is insufficient to kill them; however, it can disrupt their formation. Moreover, the arrows of the rangers assigned to special missions are imbued with simple enchantments. When these arrows make contact with the ground, they will pin the opponent firmly to the earth until the magical energy is exhausted

I swear! As soon as I have the opportunity, I will return everything you have done to me... tenfold! A hundredfold! A thousandfold! Ten thousandfold! You little bastard!

Tyrion intertwined the two battle blades in his hands, transforming them into a golden double-edged sword. This unconventional weapon is unique to the elves of Quel'Thalas, and once wielded, it sweeps across the battlefield like a storm of death.

In fact, many times, I find myself doubting whether the nobles of Silvermoon City are using Zul'jin as bait, deliberately luring these mindless trolls to their deaths... What is it, Rogério?

This world also has artillery, and the power of artillery that utilizes a portion of magical technology is not necessarily weaker than those that Tyrion has encountered before, but the question is, how could there be artillery in the heart of the Hillsbrad Foothills

In this situation, only a fool who does not understand the value of life would eagerly attempt to become a "prophet" who could die at any moment. However, to be honest, rather than worrying about being killed by the bronze dragon in the future, Tyrian has more pressing concerns at this moment

Three hundred years is a long enough time to erase memories of less than thirty years. The past recollections are stretched tenfold, and the memories are diluted. From the initial confusion to adaptation, and then to entering a new life, Tyrion spent nearly one hundred years adjusting to all of this

At the foot of the small hill, more than 100 Omani trolls, who were crossing the river, raised their rudimentary wooden shields in an attempt to resist the rain of arrows falling from the sky. In the river, they had no way to disperse and could only endure four waves of arrows. Under this storm-like barrage, more than one-third of the trolls were pinned to the riverbed.

This is also the reason why Terion, who originally served as the front-line ranger captain at the Quel'Thalas garrison in the Evergrove Forest and had a strong chance of becoming the youngest ranger lord, would come to the hills. You must understand that this place is considered by the high elves to be an absolute "barren land," akin to self-exile.

Moments later, Tyrion's voice, laced with a hint of mockery, echoed in the darkness

Let's go! We will go take a look!

Is there any situation?

He stood on the hillside of Hillsbrad Foothills, swinging his battle knife down fiercely, while simultaneously issuing commands and severing the throwing axe that was hurled at him.

What is it? Old Ancestor Jin... Are you curious why I don't stab you straight through the heart?

What is your name? What are you planning to do as you traverse this forest?

Behind him, Rogério raised his war spear, and Serente drew his twin blades. Each of them, leading their respective ranger squads, was already prepared to charge into the enemy ranks

In the next moment, about 100 yards behind him, 50 rangers raised their battle bows. The instinct ingrained in the essence of the elves allowed them to easily find the most suitable angle. Within 15 seconds, the 50 of them swiftly unleashed four waves of arrows.

In the next moment, hot and foul-smelling fresh blood splattered in the cage, splattering on the ground, on Tyrian's battle boots, and on the back of his hand

The blade was drawn from Zul'jin's waist, and the excruciating pain caused the old troll to collapse to the ground. Teron'gor pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his battle knife, looking down at Zul'jin.

Rogério hesitantly said in a low voice

Thinking of this, he patted Rogério on the shoulder

A flicker of pain, akin to a blade piercing the flesh, crossed Zurgin's face, along with a hint of strange... disappointment, as if this suffering was not what he desired

To the east of the hills, by the coast... the orcs have blocked the sea between Southsea Town and Menethil Harbor. Southsea Town is filled with the wounded, and our three ships designated for transporting the injured have already... those butchers, they... they want to kill all our wounded... please! Please save them!

However, as an experienced old ranger, Rogelio is unlikely to make such a mistake. Yet, recalling the recent turmoil caused by the orc invasion in the Northern Border, and comparing it with his memories of history, Tyrion's breath quickened slightly. If he remembered correctly, at this point in time, the orcs seemed to be attempting to launch a cross-sea attack on humanity.

It hurts a lot... but you and I both know that this little pain won't take your life. Your kind's regenerative abilities are comparable to those of filthy beasts... Rest assured, I will not allow you to die like this, Zul'jin!

We have our own mission, humanity, so I regret to inform you that I must decline

Quel'Thalas has been able to contend with the forest trolls for thousands of years, not relying on numerical superiority. In terms of manpower comparison, Quel'Thalas is in an utterly disadvantageous position. What the high elves depend on is the extreme quality superiority in everything from martial skills to equipment.

His sturdy plate armor was punctured, with flesh and blood spilling out, and there were signs of scorching. This was a fatal wound, seemingly caused by a cannon's abrasion

The elven war blade drawn from the darkness is so resplendent, the masterfully crafted blade gleams like a streak of silver moonlight piercing through the dark, illuminating the eerie glow of Zul'jin's single eye, as if he is anticipating something

Tyrion placed his hand on the excited knight's shoulder without giving a clear answer and asked in a low voice

Tyrion donned the mask that protects his eyes, raised his sword high, and shouted loudly

The knight, not waiting for Tyrion to speak, breathlessly said: "I know that you usually have little interaction with humans, but now, you must help us..."

You see, since I came of age, I have been hunting trolls alone. I am quite familiar with the methods of the Loa priests. If I were to kill your body directly, it would only release your soul. Therefore, I regret to inform you that your words are not as powerful as you imagine them to be

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Wayfarer! Charge with me!

Ultimately, this is not merely a matter of age

But only for a moment, I doubted whether I had seen it incorrectly

Tyrion turned around and strolled into the darkness, his voice still echoing in the shadows

Clear the battlefield and pile these scattered corpses together to be burned

However, fortunately, with the average lifespan of a high elf, as long as he does not perish on the battlefield, he still has at least a long 2,700 years to live

Upon entering the woods, Tyrion keenly noticed blood on the branches. He swiftly drew his battle bow, while Rogelio simultaneously unsheathed the dagger at his waist. The two men advanced from opposite directions towards the slightly swaying trees, and indeed, they soon spotted a knight.

The ambush battle concluded in less than 10 minutes, with only 7 elves sustaining minor injuries, while the trolls were completely annihilated

Zul'jin is not wrong; Tyrion lacks emotional attachment to his biological parents

The sharp arrow sliced through the sky, tracing the most beautiful and deadly arc, carrying the added speed of its descent, presenting the most terrifying posture, bringing eternal silence and death

Shout loudly to these scoundrels! Who are we!

Cough cough! Listen to me, adventurers...

A beastly roar erupted behind him as Zul'jin struck the bars of the cage, which shimmered with a faint purple magical glow

Azeroth is home to the bronze dragons, beings capable of infinitely foreseeing the future and the past, a power that even the high elf kingdom of Quel'Thalas would fear. Moreover, Tirion's surname is not Sunwalker, and the indifferent King Anasterian would not rashly alter national policy due to his ramblings.

Tyrion raised his eyebrows as well

The task of cleaning the battlefield is naturally to be carried out by the spirited rangers. Teryon washed his battle knife and hands in the water, and he couldn't help but joke with Rogelio beside him:

Secrets come at a price! There are no free secrets, not now, not ever... And the fact that you know so many secrets, the price is your freedom!

This can hardly be called a battle

But the wounded in Nanhai Town... cough cough... I beg you, they are all heroes. Even if they must die, they should die on the battlefield, not a tragic death without any power to fight back... I beg you, elves, I have nothing to offer you... But...

An outstanding student, combined with the relationship between a foster mother and her foster son, naturally makes the two appear intimate. However, this intimacy brought trouble to both Teryon and General Liresa after he stepped onto the battlefield. In fact, the vile rumors spread by Zul'jin are not only discussed among the trolls but are also privately talked about by the bored nobles of Silvermoon City.

But ... ...

He studied very well and quickly became the most outstanding among the many disciples of the Ranger General, even surpassing the former elite, Lor'themar Theron

Rogério did not see incorrectly; the flash just now was indeed caused by his stumbling run. Upon seeing the knight's wound, Tyrion furrowed his brow

The knight named Ael flashed a hint of pain in his eyes, followed by a look of calm acceptance. He grasped Tyrian's hand and said firmly

Puff!

Snap!

I... I am called Qiao, Qiao Ai'er. I am the aide-de-camp to General Gavinrad... I am prepared to seek assistance at Dunhold Castle, but unfortunately... I may not last until I reach Dunhold.

To be honest, this is the most troubling matter for him 300 years after his rebirth in Terrion... By the way, did I mention that he is actually a time traveler...

Tyrion charged down the hill at the forefront, his dual blades gripped in his right hand. Utilizing the momentum of his rapid descent, his agile body leaped from the ground, crashing into the chaotic trolls like a cannonball. As he landed, he grasped the hilt of his sword, and in that instant, he pivoted, executing a 360° horizontal slash.

Ahem... Are you, are you the rangers of the elves

Do you know why

Team 3! Prepare! Launch!

Tyrion turned his head and saw Rogelio's gaze fixed intently on the forest across the river, unable to help but ask:

Seventy rangers shouted in unison, their spirits high, standing fearlessly behind Tyrian. As members of the elite rangers known as the "Farstriders" of Quel'Thalas, they not only excelled in archery but also possessed exceptional melee skills.

After the death of his parents, Teryon was adopted by his mother's sister, Lady Liressa Windrunner, the current Ranger General of Quel'Thalas. At that time, this lady's husband had also fallen to the hands of Zul'jin, thus Teryon naturally became yet another disciple of the Ranger General. Despite the noble lineage of the Dawnblade family, it is possible that pursuing a career as a mage would have been more promising for Teryon.

The disarray of the trolls' formation signifies the arrival of an opportunity for the elves

Do not let me have the chance to escape again! Tyrion! You better keep a close watch on me!

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Moreover, what is even more concerning is that there are many nobles in Silvermoon City, and they are generally quite idle

The ruthless troll headhunters' skinning knives are utterly incapable of penetrating the well-crafted chainmail of the rangers, while the weapons in the rangers' hands can effortlessly sever their armor, taking their heads along with it

For example ... ! ... 3 flying axes stained with blood are flying towards him !

Wait! Ranger! In Nanhai Town, there are not only human casualties... but also your kind, the elves!

The confrontation between the two parties was almost one-sided

The ancient noble family of Torben, known as the 'Troll Slayer', do you know? I really want to challenge that title...

As for why he is dissatisfied with running around the world to become a prophet... it is because he lacks that ability

This is quite normal; one cannot expect a 30-year-old soul to suddenly develop a parental bond with a pair of unfamiliar couples, even though at the age they were when they passed away, they would more than suffice to be the great-grandparents of the former Tyrian.