Chapter 8: Nightfall · Ambush

On the other side, Tyrian and Cassel rushed to the riverbank of the hills, which was precisely the place where they had ambushed and killed that group of Amani trolls a few days ago. Tyrian had no time to lament the fickleness of fate; he reached out and took the quiver from Cassel's back, slinging it over his shoulder, and then he pushed Cassel into the icy river.

A piercing roar rolled through the darkness behind, brutal and venomous, that was...! ... Zul'jin!

Having spoken, Tyrion pushed Caster into the river with a swift motion. The river was not deep, but under the cover of the increasingly dense night rain, it was not difficult for a frail ranger to hide. He strode into the water and quickly dashed towards the woods on the opposite bank. Caster gritted his teeth and glanced at Tyrion, took a deep breath, and swiftly rushed towards the lower part of the river.

As the trolls noisily charged towards the forest, Tyrian's concealed body rose from the branches. To better attract the trolls' attention, he did not disguise his form. At the moment the first flying axe hurtled towards the forest, he flipped and jumped down from the branches.

Cassel, riding on the Queldore warhorse, held a sweet grass stem in his mouth. At this moment, the young ranger captain had his arm in a sling, allowing him to control the reins with only one hand. He could not help but say to Tyrion:

The regenerative abilities of trolls are indeed formidable, but if their brains are damaged, they will also die on the spot

Those orcs are indeed fierce and brave

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The rare armored orc crouched down, speaking in a strangely accented common tongue, his blood-red eyes fixed on the dying ranger as he quietly asked

He would not tell the young man that in his memory, under the joint offensive of the orcs and trolls, Quel'Thalas was forced to retreat entirely to Silvermoon. If it were not for the orcs' unwillingness to waste too many troops against the tenacious resistance of the high elves, it is likely that Silvermoon would not have been able to hold out.

Casserle grasped Tyrion's hand from behind and said loudly: "I am injured, I cannot go far, you are more suitable than I am, I will help you draw their attention!"

Enemy attack! Prepare for battle!

Cersei stared at him with her unique green eyes and said somewhat sulkily, while his retort made Tyrion snort. The former turned to look at him and said softly:

Let the big shots deal with their own troubles; this has little to do with us

Whoosh

Tirion's heart sank as he recalled the horrific scene of the camp's attack. The most dangerous Amani troll, Zul'jin, had likely escaped. Remembering the bloodthirsty frenzy of the Amani trolls led by Zul'jin that he had witnessed on the battlefield, Tirion gritted his teeth. He took out the eagle whistle from his waist, released Kael'thas's mouth, and said in a deep voice

However, after Cassel's departure, Tyrion, hiding alone in the forest, felt little fear beneath the cold night sky

Quel'Thalas ... ... shall endure forever !

I just feel that the human evaluation of those orcs is somewhat exaggerated

That is ... ... a corpse

The hunt has begun

The bloodied corpse crashed onto the soft riverbank, completely covering the traces left by Cassel. In that very second, another arrow, precise to the extreme, was shot out again, almost from the same position and using the same method, taking away the life of another troll headhunter who had raised his weapon.

So what about now? Do you still think that the reports of human battles are exaggerated

At the very beginning, even upon hearing the news of his parents' murder in this world, Tyrion harbored little hatred towards the trolls. However, he soon realized that he needed this hatred to mask his uniqueness, and thus he began to disguise himself as someone who harbored a deep-seated hatred for the trolls. This facade lasted for a full 170 years, and it seemed to have transformed into his true face.

I am beginning to understand the views of Captain Aurelia and Prince Kael'thas. If we truly allow these orcs to destroy the human kingdoms of the North, they will undoubtedly become a significant problem for Quel'Thalas. They are excessively aggressive, they are too barbaric, yet they are more disciplined than trolls. Coupled with their extensive combat experience, we may have to endure tremendous losses to repel them

As a captain, you should learn to protect yourself and your soldiers. There is no need to take the lead in every situation. Moreover, we are rangers, not warriors. Just like earlier, at least until all the human soldiers are dead, it is not your turn to charge in and engage in hand-to-hand combat with those desperate orcs.

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Disperse! Counterattack!

Bang

Moments later, a fully armed Amani troll headhunter, wielding a venomous spear, swiftly made his way in the direction Tyrion had departed. Behind them, an orc clad in gray armor, carrying a battle axe, glanced at the departing troll. He shook his head, choosing not to follow, and instead looked down at the ranger whose arm had been severed.

This spittle did not infuriate the orc; on the contrary, he stood up, wiped the blood from his face, raised the bone war axe high, and stared at the ranger beneath him, saying in a deep voice:

Tyrion pulled on the reins of the horse, and the darkness could not obscure the extraordinary gaze of the high elves. He could easily see the shadow of the distant camp under the cold raindrops. When he caught sight of the quiet camp at the edge of the night, Tyrion's heart suddenly skipped a beat

The young ranger shook his head, and after a moment of contemplation, he replied

Tyrion's body leaped off the ground, his long ears twitching rapidly. Without aiming, he listened to the shouts of the trolls and orcs in the darkness. Three arrows, nocked on the bowstring, were swiftly released, and at the moment they landed, he heard a few brief screams. He quickly shot another three arrows into the darkness, then dashed forward without looking back, with Cassel, wielding a battle knife, closely following behind.

At least 60 people... are trolls, and there may also be orcs! They have united together

Other rangers did not possess such quick reflexes. In the darkness, capturing the trajectory of the flying axes was exceedingly difficult. Moreover, at the same time the axes were thrown, obscure and malicious voodoo spells descended. The darkness that fell from above enveloped the elves' exceptional vision like a great net. With the sound of the first wave of axes tearing through the air, more than 20 rangers were struck and fell to the ground, screaming in agony. The obscure and malicious voodoo spells descended, enveloping the elves' exceptional vision like a great net. With the sound of the first wave of axes tearing through the air, more than 20 rangers were struck and fell to the ground, screaming in agony.

The sharp and urgent sound of an eagle's call echoed in the night. Enveloped by the darkness of sorcery, the rangers, unable to discern the surrounding battlefield, decisively chose to retreat upon hearing this call, which held special significance. Those with horses swiftly mounted, while those without horses quickly sought a direction to retreat, breaking through in various directions.

Amidst the neighing of warhorses, Tyrion activated the magical trinket he carried with him. A faint warmth surged into his cheeks, causing his pupils to constrict, and his vision in the darkness became clearer. In the next moment, he saw the collapsed banners in the camp and the scattered shadows lying on the ground

Tyrion's voice echoed in the perilous night, and after issuing the command, he grabbed Casterly and rolled over several times. At that very moment, at least 7 throwing axes struck the ground where he had just been hiding.

Tyrion swiftly drew his battle bow, and under the stern reprimand of his voice, all the rangers perked up. At that very moment, from the forest approximately 300 yards away, familiar shouts of battle suddenly erupted.

He hid in the dark thicket, watching as the headhunters approached the river. What surged within him was not the murderous intent of the battlefield, but something else.

However, this doubt does not affect his ongoing slaughter of the trolls

Not right! The situation is not right!

Listen to me! You must relay the news of Zul'jin's escape back as quickly as possible; he must not return to Zul'Aman! I will do my best to hold him off, but to be honest, I have no confidence in facing Zul'jin!

Faced with such a brutal attempt to coerce him into surrendering, the dying ranger, his pale face flushed with pain, disdainfully forced a smile that did not align with the elegance of the high elves, and spat a mouthful of blood at the orc before him

Stop messing around

That little brat has run away! Catch him! Kill him!

Therefore, before going, I advised you and the warriors to be cautious

In the darkness shrouded by sorcery, amidst the melody of raindrops striking the earth, the rangers commenced their counterattack. The sound of arrows being released from the bowstring resonated clearly in the darkness, accompanied by the dull thud of arrows piercing flesh, and the splatter of blood shattered the original tranquility in an instant

He has a strong penchant for using his battle knife to take the lives of his opponents, but such dangerous behavior often brings him trouble, as evidenced by his currently suspended arm, which bears a wound inflicted by a dying orc's dagger. According to the rangers' care for their arms, this fellow will be unable to touch a bow and arrow for at least 2 months

In the slightly cold night rain, Tyrion looked at Caster's hanging arm and said with a hint of helplessness

He clutched Cassel's shoulder in the frigid water, with cold raindrops still on his face, making the ranger captain appear somewhat disheveled

In an instant, the entire tense battlefield was thrown into disarray by this sudden retreat

The battle axe glinted with a cold light as it swung down, blood splattering onto the ground, slowly spreading in the rain, adding a touch of desolation to the cold night.

Swish!

The first troll near the river seemed to have discovered the footprints left by Cassel at the riverbed. Just as he bent down to take a closer look, a sharp arrow shot out from the forest on the opposite bank. The sound of the bowstring caused the troll, whose face was painted with war paint, to instinctively raise his head. At that very moment, the enchanted arrow pierced through his eye and exited from the back of his head

Facing Caster's description, Tyrion silently shook his head

Alongside the cries of battle, a flurry of flying axes whistled through the air. The sound of the night rain striking the ground, combined with the fatigue from the aftermath of the battle, caused the rangers to overlook this imminent danger that was so close at hand

Just as Tyrian can no longer distinguish whether he is a foreign human or a native high elf, he is equally unable to discern whether his hatred for the trolls is a disguise or has already become instinctual

The camp has been attacked

Your death will bring glory to your country, but unfortunately, it is destined to be shattered by the combined forces of the entire Draenor...

Follow this river to Nanhai Town, I will attract your attention!

Tyrion tightly covered Caster's mouth, preventing him from making a sound. He lay on the ground, quietly listening to the scattered footsteps around him

Swish swish swish

The scent of blood... The smell of blood from the warhorses and companions filled Tyrion's nostrils at that moment, causing his slightly fatigued mind to become alert in an instant

Tyrion's eyes widened, and he instinctively rolled off his horse, pulling Cassel down with him, firmly pinning Cassel's shoulders to the ground, and the two of them immediately lay flat on the ground

In less than 2 minutes, the menacing troll hunter rushed in from the dark, rainy night

Tyrion raised his arm, and at the moment his voice fell, the slightly scattered elven rangers behind him swiftly maneuvered their steeds to a halt.

"Lead us to Quel'Thalas, and I will spare your life! Look, your leader has abandoned you; you have been betrayed!"

Tyrion shook his head: "You cannot draw the bow; if you encounter more than three trolls, you will surely die. As for whether I live or die, that will depend on how quickly the reinforcements you bring arrive... Hurry!"

Faced with these rough and powerful foreign warriors, who specialize in magic and rangers, the high elves, lacking frontline battlefield troops, are at a significant disadvantage. Once the mages are entangled by the orc side's warlocks and shamans, the ranger forces alone are simply no match for the orc army

I know you are unwilling to escape like this, but living is the only way to seek revenge... To take a step back, we must relay the news of Zul'jin's escape back to Quel'Thalas! So follow me closely! Don't fall behind!

Rest in peace

Tyrion will kill all of you for me! The Grim Reaper is smiling at you... filthy beasts!

The attack came with such swiftness and lethality

Cassel possesses the typical vigor and liveliness of youth. Unlike the composed Rogelio and the calm Serente, he hails from the Mingyi family, a long-established lineage of rangers that has been passed down through generations. However, in addition to inheriting the focus and aloofness of the Quel'Thalas rangers, this fellow also exhibits a restlessness and occasional impatience that are not characteristic of elves

Even in the dire situation of being shot, they still managed to fight back with all their might... Their fighting spirit can be described as extremely tenacious, making them formidable opponents

You go

Only the sound of flying axes chopping branches remained in place, as the ranger had already dashed into the forest. In the darkness, he was as sharp as a fox, silent and stealthy, with his gloved fingers fleetingly brushing against the vibrating bowstring.

Everyone, stop moving