This usually arrogant knight's blood-stained eyes were shining with the light of prayer at this moment, but Tyrion was not the first brother on the battlefield. After he became an adult, he began to hunt trolls alone. Tyrion was nearby.

In 100 years, he has seen more than ten times more deaths than the knight in front of him.

After seeing enough death, your heart will naturally become cold and hard.

He doesn't care about the humans and orcs in Southsea Town at all, he only cares about one thing!

"Shua"

The knight's armor collar was caught. Tyrion looked at him and asked in a deep voice:

"Those rangers who volunteered to help you should be in Arathi Highlands! Why did they appear in Nanhai Town?"

His eyes stared at Al like a hawk, and the latter felt as if he was being stared at by a wild beast. He swallowed and said with difficulty:

"Those elf warriors were arranged to rest in Nanhai Town. They just had a fight with the orcs, and there are many wounded soldiers who need to rest...I swear, this was not our intention, this was purely an accident!"

"Who is their leader?!"

Tyrion interrupted the knight Al's explanation. His question made Al stunned for a moment. The knight had some difficulty recalling the matter. After a while, he answered with some uncertainty:

"The previous leader was a woman named Alleria Windrunner, but a few days ago this woman went to Dalaran under the escort of knights, and her replacement was a man named Theron...

.Sorry, he doesn’t like to talk very much, and his name is hard to remember. I always forget it.”

"Lor'themar Theron..."

Tyrion shook his head speechlessly: "What an unlucky guy!"

He breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his forehead, and let go of the seriously injured knight. He looked at him and rubbed his chin. After a while, Tyrion said:

"You're not going to die... Well, maybe not."

He turned his head and said to Rogelio beside him:

"The corpses of those trolls haven't been burned yet? Go get some blood and pour it on him... I remember that during the Arathi War three thousand years ago, there were humans who swallowed the blood of trolls in desperate situations, and as a result gained

There is a precedent of weak self-healing... You see, I gave you a chance, knight, whether you can survive or not depends on your own will."

He leaned down and said in the knight's ear:

"You may become a monster, but the question is, do you want to die as a hero, or do you want to avenge your companions as a monster?"

"You don't want to die so worthlessly, right?"

The knight named Al was silent. Tyrion simply ignored it. An eagle whistle appeared in his hand. The next moment, a sharp whistle sounded in the forest. Not long after, the 120 rangers who were cleaning the battlefield quickly

gathered in the forest.

"Listen to me, rangers..."

Tyrion looked toward the southwest and said in a deep voice:

"Lor'themar, you all know him, the former director of the prisoner of war camp. I am not familiar with him, but I know that he is our colleague. He protects our wounded and our compatriots in Nanhai Town. And now, there are

A bunch of orcs are going to kill them!"

"I can tolerate that idiot Lor'themar dying on the battlefield as a warrior, but I cannot allow them to be slaughtered in such a despicable manner! There is no doctrine in the Farstriders that will teach us to abandon our comrades and

Compatriots!"

"So, now, return to the camp as quickly as possible!"

"It's our turn to join the battlefield!"

"As you command!"

The rangers quickly left the woods under the leadership of the captain. There were many things to prepare before the battle, and the corpses of the trolls were piled together, starting to burn and emitting a bad smell. Rogelio took the knight's

The water bag came forward, containing some kind of pungent liquid.

Troll blood, a material prized by alchemists and necessary for poisons by assassins.

Tyrion took the water bag in his hand, looked at the knight Al who opened his eyes, and asked softly:

"Hero... or monster? You decide for yourself."

"I...I want to try!"

Joe whispered. This sentence made Tyrion narrow his eyes. He put the water bag into the knight's hand and patted his shoulder:

"Do it! Or don't do it! Never even tried that option!"

Because of the pain and excessive bleeding, the pale Al gritted his teeth and nodded. He reached out and took the troll blood handed over by Tyrion. The fishy smell made him gag, and his arms were shaking, but

Finally, he drank the bag of warm blood in one gulp.

After he finished drinking, Tyrion whispered:

"Oh, by the way. I forgot to mention, you don't need to drink it all...just one third is enough."

But Knight Al could no longer hear it, because he had been knocked unconscious by the strong stimulation. Seeing this situation, Tyrion reached out and pulled off a few branches from the side and covered Al. After doing all this

, he turned around and left without hesitation.

Rogelio was stunned by this decisiveness, and he asked:

"Is it okay to just leave him here like this?"

"Do you still want to take him back to the camp?"

Tyrion moved his shoulders and asked:

"Our camp does not allow foreigners to enter. As for this knight, if he is lucky enough to activate his self-healing ability, he will definitely survive. If he cannot activate it, the troll's poisonous blood will quietly disappear.

It is his fate to kill him in time, and fate... has never been a problem we need to consider."

"We have more important things to do than the life and death of a human knight! Rogge, send a brother to Durnholde Castle to tell the lord about the attack on Nanhai Town... and then return to the camp to host

Business, no one is allowed to enter the camp until I come back! Do you understand?"

"Yes! Captain!"

Ten minutes later, 100 fully armed rangers were already riding on the Quel'dorei warhorses assigned to the camp. This kind of warhorse was developed thousands of years ago by a mage in Quel'Thalas who tried to tame warhorses among the high elves.

The result is that it has greater endurance than human war horses, can carry more weight, and is also more expensive.

"Selente, raise the phoenix flag!"

Tyrion was riding on his white warhorse. Behind him, the captain of the First Team of the Farstriders, Serende Firewing, silently placed a hunting red phoenix flag on the saddle of the warhorse.

It's not a sign of ostentation.

The Phoenix Battle Flag itself is a magic item. When they approached Nanhai Town, if Lor'themar Theron was not dead yet, he would naturally receive news of their arrival.

"Let's go!"

"Shua"

The horse rein in Tyrion's hand swung down, and the Quel'dorei war horse, which had a short black horn on its head and looked like a legendary unicorn, neighed, carrying the knight behind it, towards the southeast of the hills.

Nanhai Town moved forward rapidly.

On the other side, on the dock of Nanhai Town, the ranger captain Lor'themar Theron, who was wearing red chain mail and a fiery red phoenix cape on his back, was holding a huge golden battle bow engraved with the phoenix emblem, and he was holding a

Specially made armor-piercing arrows, this silent ranger's shooting movements are not very fast, but every shot will make a sound like a storm.

Compared with 4 years ago, he had grown a beard and looked much more mature and indifferent. With every sound of bowstrings, on the choppy sea in front of him, there would be a ship full of green-skinned orcs.

The boat was overturned on the war-torn sea.

He was carrying out ultra-long-range precision sniping, a skill that only truly elite rangers could master. And beside him, a shooting formation composed of more than 20 Quel'Thalas rangers who could still persist in the fight were killing each other from high places.

Suppressing the orcs who were rushing towards the port stairs like a tide.

In front of the stairs, the heroic human knights, led by General Gavin Rad, stood guard at the entrance of the port. Although their companions were chopped down by the orcs' crazy throwing axes every second, they did not retreat even one step.

Because they can't retreat!

There are more than 1,000 wounded and 150 exhausted priests in the entire Nanhai Town. Once the defense line breaks through, it will definitely be a horrific massacre. When the decisive battle between the Human Alliance and the Orc tribe is about to begin, such a massacre will destroy the army.

The morale of the people fell into the dust.

The port of Nanhai Town, which can accommodate 7 ships at the same time, has been completely shrouded in burning gunpowder smoke. The ignited ship wreckage is floating alone in the water, and under the overturned orc canoes, there are also the hideous corpses of the invaders slowly sinking into the sea.

.

It's like a disgusting pot of offal soup.

Further out on the sea, a tattered warship carried the flag of the orc tribe. Because it was so far away, it was difficult to see which tribe of orcs it belonged to, but the red color swaying on the flag looked like blood.

Yin Hong.

That thing is like a platform on the sea, and a steady stream of green-skinned, ferocious-looking orc soldiers with two snow-white fangs at the corners of their mouths, large nostrils, and black hair are sent onto the boat. The rough tribesmen try to use this method to

, Infiltrate and destroy Nanhai Town’s defenses!

"Too bad! It's so bad!"

After struggling to cut down an orc warrior, the general stopped attacking and took a breath. He looked worriedly at the orc wooden boats that kept turning over on the sea, as well as the orc warriors who were charging to death despite the shots from the elf rangers.

, the uncertainty in his heart has become heavier and heavier.

"Even when Stormwind City fell, I have never seen such a crazy offensive... Today, maybe..."
To be continued...