Chapter 2: 1. The mission of Terion

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In the early morning, when the sun shone again to Hillsbrad Foothills, the elves far away from their homeland awakened from their sleep and started a new day of busyness, but compared to the past, the atmosphere in the prisoner of war camp was somewhat more Some kill.
At this time, four years have passed since Zul'jin's jailbreak, but for the long-lived elves, this is only a negligible time...
"The news from Quel'Thalas shows that the Amani trolls have become more and more unstable recently!"
Tyrion sat in the humble command room of the camp and conveyed the news to his subordinates.
In front of him, he was the captain of the three Ranger Rangers under his command, and the commander second only to him in the camp. After four years of running-in, they have become indispensable outstanding subordinates of Tyrion.
A tactical map of the Hillsbrad Foothills was spread out on the table, which was drawn by the elite of the far walkers, and Tyrion’s fingers were sliding repeatedly on the map.
The faces of all elves, including him, are not good-looking, because this matter is related to their dead enemy-the forest troll.
"The day before yesterday, our scouts found traces of troll headhunters nearby. The initial estimate is about 20. According to their regular establishment, these beasts may have come to hundreds of people this time!"
"Obviously! Some fools who are not willing to fail are planning another rescue for Zul'jin."
Tyrion placed his hands on the table with his hands crossed and propped his chin. After a moment, his fingers were tapped by the river near the camp:
"Here, the supply point closest to the camp is also the only way to the hills from the direction of Hinterland. I decided to set up an ambush here! Since the trolls dare to come, I believe they are ready to die. , What we have to do is send them to meet their Roa!"
"But Tyrion...you have to know something."
The oldest qualified Ranger Captain was hesitant. His black eyebrows shook and his finger clicked near the camp on the map. There was a castle sign. He whispered:
"The owner of Dunhold Castle has issued several warnings to us! In the name of defending against the invasion of the orcs, he asked us to report to him every action in advance."
"You are talking about Captain Blackmore of Alterac, right?"
Tyrion rubbed his forehead to make his pale golden slender eyebrows jump up and down, he said softly:
"If I remember correctly, he has asked us more than once to cooperate with his infantry to conduct a large-scale search of the local area...It's really a small role that doesn't matter, don't pay attention to him! We continue to do our business."
Terion raised his eyebrows. He looked at the three silent ranger captains around him. He coughed and said:
"At least until he solved the internal troubles and cleaned up the disgusting alien gladiators held in his castle, the captain had no right to question any of our actions, and we will not disclose any actions to him. Details, this is for confidentiality!"
Tyrion spread his hands and made a helpless expression:
"As you all know, there are trolls among those alien gladiators. They are likely to leak our secrets. I believe that as a qualified veteran, Captain Blackmore will definitely understand our hardships..."
This tough word made the other two captains laugh. The captain of the unsmiling ranger was a young man. He was obviously still a bit worried about the conflict between the two sides, so he asked:
"Captain Tyrion, what if the captain does not understand us? After all, we are on human territory..."
"If he doesn't understand, if he still wants to interfere with any of our actions, let him go directly to his king! Then let his king send a messenger to find our king!"
Tyrion's eyes fell on the conductor's table in front of him. He sighed and said softly:
"Although we are on the territory of mankind, this prisoner of war camp belongs to the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas! Human laws and rules can't control us!"
The camp director turned his head to look at the youngest ranger captain, with a smile in his eyes:
"Our king paid for this, do you understand?"
Soon, the two captains were assigned tasks, got up and left, and there were only two people left in the conference room. The oldest ranger captain named Roglio. Sunfury was Tyrion’s most trusted deputy, leaving. Before, he hesitated for a moment, and some worries said to Tyrion in front of him:
"Captain, you may not care about this news, but the recent situation of prisoner Zul'jin...something is not so good. It may be because of the recent weather, his old injury has recurred, and he has already begun to become infected."
"Huh? Infected?"
When the Ranger heard the news, he felt a little weird. He looked at his brother and confirmed that Roglio was not kidding. He shook his head:
"Roger, I remember you were on the battlefield 200 years ago, and I, I was later than you. I only killed the first enemy in my life 150 years ago, it was a troll."
"After that, I, my mentor, my friends, and you, used bows, knives, daggers, and torches to kill those trolls. On the battlefield, I have seen hacked trolls. , The poisoned troll, the burned troll, but I haven’t seen the troll who died of wound infection... have you seen it?"
"Of course not! I also know what you want to say, Tyrion."
Roglio shook his head and said in a deep voice:
"I know that with the self-healing ability of the troll, it is impossible to die because of wound infection, but the special envoy of Silvermoon City will come over soon. You also know that the superior wants Zul'jin to be alive, I am worried if we don't treat him If you don't ask, will it cause unnecessary trouble?"
"Don't we keep him alive now? Rogge..."
Upon hearing Roglio's persuasion, Tyrion's eyes flashed coldly, and even his speech became stiff, but after a while, his tone became softer:
"I know what you are worrying about, old friend, don't worry, I won't destroy the plans of the upper class because of my hatred. My mentor also repeatedly told me that I know the severity, but this kind of injury will not It affects Zulkin’s life and death, so we don’t need to think about it."
As he spoke, Tyrion's words changed, he didn't want to say too much on this issue. Looking at the old friend in front of him, he casually asked:
"Roger, I remember you haven't been back to Quel'Thalas in 2 years yet? Do you really plan to stay in a human place all your life, and these days can only be your grandson, but arrogant like your grandfather Dealing with human nobles? I can remember that Little Kane is still waiting for you back in Silvermoon City."
Upon hearing this, Roglio smiled, his eyes softened:
"Who wants to stay here...Oh, yes! One thing I want to tell you, General Ranger has approved my request to retire, and I will be able to go home and accompany my family and accompany me next month Little Kane, so this is the last month I have stayed with everyone, Tyrion."
"Hey! Don't say this! Forget it!"
Tyrion's complexion suddenly became weird. He stood up and patted Roglio's shoulder:
"Please, stop flagging yourself! Brother, let's go, we are on duty today and we can go have a drink."
"Uh? What flag? What do you mean by that sentence?"
"It's not interesting, don't worry about it, let's go quickly, while it's not too late, we can still go hunting..."

For many people, the most painful life is the waiting for death to come, but there is actually another unbearable torture, which is to imprison freedom, to take such things from a certain creature forever, and no longer. There is nothing more cruel than it.
With his fingers beating on the handles around his waist, Tyrion stood silently in the darkness, looking at the black cage in front of him, and the old troll moaning on the cold ground.
Zulkin...the poor man who was caught twice by him and took away his freedom twice.
He was naked with his upper body, and his green skin was engraved with the spells from the ancient beliefs of the trolls, the spiritually sanctified beast spirit Loa. In battle, these spells can bring them powerful and wild strength. His body Very tall, it makes one think of this guy's unmatched heroic posture on the battlefield, but his current body has become skinny as a result of prolonged confinement and abuse.
But this cannot be concealed in the darkness. The viciousness and cunning shining in his eyes. It is worth mentioning that the old troll's right eye was slain by Tyrion himself on the battlefield.
"Cough...why don't you come close to me and look again? Tyrion. Blade of Dawn... Cruelly took the guy with my right eye!"
"You are 300 years old, how can you still be a coward! Just like you were on the battlefield back then, you were hiding behind that woman and dared not confront me head-on...like a frightened chick! Ha ha ha... . Cough, ah, cough cough cough!"
In the darkness, he laughed at Tyrion with a hoarse voice, but the laughter ended with a heartbreaking cough.
When he was quiet again, Tyrion stepped forward from the darkness. He stood outside the prison cage and stared at the old troll in front of him with calm eyes:
"But the chick dominates your life... Zul'jin, you should have died long ago! You should have died on the battlefield. Every day you live, you are earned by the fools of Silvermoon City. .. but it’s okay. I’m actually very happy looking at how you are now.
Tyrion stopped, saying with some regret:
"And for this matter, what I regret most is...it came 170 years late!"
Zulkin was captured five years ago in a small war led by Quel'Thalas, the current Sun King, and a force led by Nastarian himself to break through the troll fortress in the Evergreen Forest.
At the end of the war, Tyrion and his mentor, the current Ranger General Liresa. Windrunner, Zul'jin who escaped on the edge of the battlefield, paid a great price, but it was a complete victory.
Zulkin was supposed to have died at that time, but after consulting the king and his think tanks, he decided to imprison him outside the country.
Their plan is actually very simple. Zul'jin is quite prestigious in the Armani troll tribe. After his capture, whether the remaining trolls are preparing to resist the end or plan to redeem the chieftain, they will evolve into the Armani tribe. Split, and this split is exactly what the high elves want to see.
This means that bigwigs can weaken them with various tricks!
The trolls have powerful reproduction capabilities. These forest beasts only need 10 years to grow a generation. The excellent elf rangers need at least 30 years of training to step into the battlefield. It takes longer to train a mage. Coupled with the poor fertility rate of the high elves, head-on confrontation has never been a good choice.
The strategy of continuously weakening this insidiousness is the most suitable for trolls.
But you need to know... reasonable things don't necessarily make sense.
With the number of elves dying in Zul'jin's hands and the unclean blood on his hands, Tyrion is sure that if there is a chance, this camp, and even all the rangers in Quel'Thalas, will Kill him hesitantly.
"170 years? Let Old Zulkin think about it..."
The old troll sat cross-legged in a special magical cage, and said softly in a weird voice that made him want to beat him:
"170 years ago, I was probably still in the holy place of the Amani tribe. It was the altar of Zu Aman. I personally sacrificed a lot of spoiled elves...oh, I remembered! It was a couple. .. that man is very brave, he tried to protect his wife, but he was taken out of my heart with a knife, he died very badly!"
Because of his failure to escape 4 years ago, Zul'jin's right arm that he had cut off was recovered. He didn't lose it in the end. He waved his fingers and made a heart-moving gesture. There was a trace of perplexity in his eyes. Some regrets Say:
"As for that woman...I'm so sorry, I have forgotten her looks. I just remember that when I strangled her with my own hands, her kind of painful, screaming like a dying kitten... That makes me extremely happy."
The old troll blinked and looked at Tyrion in front of him:
"What's her name? Teresa? Tessa? Or Teriya? Sorry, Old Zulkin is too old, I can't remember these things."
"Can you tell me the answer? My dear little Tyrion?"
The air in the prison cage froze at this moment. After a few seconds, Tyrion said:
"Tel Lisa. Dawn Blade, my mother... and Carol. Dawn Blade, my father, my only two relatives, you killed them, so I will kill you eventually , Completely destroy Amani, do you have an opinion?"
"Hehehe! Jokes!"
Tyrion’s questioning caused the old troll to emit a series of laughs, his voice becoming more strange in the darkness:
"You kept saying that I killed your favorite parents, but look at your eyes, Tyrion, they won't lie. When you mention their names, I can't see a trace of fluctuation in your eyes, calm. It’s like two strangers, admit the reality! You ruthless bastard, your parents are not as important as the woman who protects you on the battlefield!"
The old troll gasped violently, causing the wild spell on him to roll along with his skin.
"I'm curious, who is your true loved one? The poor Dawnblade couple, or the widowed and beautiful Ranger General Liresa Windrunner? Oh, yes, her poor husband is also dead In my hands, and I heard..."
Zul'jin had a weird smile on his face, and he put his hands on the railing of the cage in front of him. He lowered his voice and put the Buddha to challenge Tyreon's final bottom line:
"I heard that she valued you very much, there is a kind of intimacy beyond the apprentice... Look at you, how handsome young man... this is also normal, isn't it? The thing of men and women..."
"Did anyone tell you, Zulkin, you really can't speak!"
"bass"
The elven war sword came out of the sheath, the beating blade illuminated the darkness of the cage, and it pierced the old body accurately before the eyes, so that the blood was scattered in anger.
"puff"
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