Valeera chose the eavesdropping location very cleverly. It was just outside the alert range of the Amani trolls, and she could barely hear the words coming from inside the tomb.
The conversation was in Trollese.
Since Farstriders and rangers often have to "deal with" trolls, their language is no stranger to them.
Sharlayan doesn't speak Troll language, but even a guesser can roughly understand the meaning.
As an espionage officer, Valeela has received rigorous training from the Backlight Blade, and her troll language is the most proficient among the four.
After the words gradually faded away, Valeera gestured for the three of them to gather around, and relayed the content of the conversation between the two men in as low a voice as possible.
"Salayan really got it right."
Valeera's expression was very solemn: "Zul'jin knew that he could no longer force the orcs to stay, so he made one last request before parting ways."
As descendants of old acquaintances with the trolls for thousands of years, Vereesa and Lylas also learned the troll language in depth.
Vereesa clenched the bow arm in her hand with a gloomy expression: "Taking the head of the ranger general and severely damaging the morale of Quel'Thalas... How dare they!"
Sarlayan suddenly stood up from his hiding place and drew his sword from behind.
"We can't let the traitor go. We must catch him face to face. Take action immediately!"
"wait……"
Valeera guessed Sarlayan's plan and stretched out her hand to stop him, but unfortunately her movement was half a beat too slow.
Sarlayan has already rushed to the square in front of the tomb with a big sword on his shoulder.
"An ugly creature with a green face and fangs! Look here, all of you, Sharlayan Deep Shadow is here!"
Valeela covered her face with her hands, with an expression that she couldn't bear to look at.
Liras smiled bitterly and shook his head. Even Vereesa, who had always been very calm before, looked surprised.
"Liras, has he always been like this?"
Lilas twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's more or less the same... Do we want to go up to support him?"
"No."
Valeela rubbed her cheeks that could be broken, and said with a deliberately straight face: "Let that fool with a big muscle in his head attract the firepower. Let's do business first."
…
Jumping out of the hiding place, Sarlayan first roared a battle roar to enhance his combat power.
Seeing his reckless behavior, the barrage that had been silent before became active again.
"666! If you don't make a decision when faced with a situation, you are reckless. You are worthy of being a warrior."
"Heaven goes to the left, warriors go to the right! Rush..."
"By the way, is Sarlayan really using a battle cry? Why do I feel like he is taunting?"
"A good warrior must learn to add taunting effects to his battle roars and command roars. Wouldn't it be bad to press one less skill? (Funny)"
"The joke ends here. Don't you think the situation is not good?"
After retaking the ancestral tomb, the Amani trolls arranged a lot of troops here.
The curses that Sarlayan yelled in Salas spread quickly and could be faintly heard even at the foot of the mountain.
There are at least a dozen trolls that can be seen in front of you. You can guess with your buttocks that more enemies are gathering quickly.
In the current crisis, Sarlayan felt the blood in his body boiling, and an expectant and ferocious smile appeared on his face unconsciously.
"Crazy criticism, crazy love, love!"
"Let's wait and see if we can survive. I always feel like this wave is going to be cold."
"No! It's not easy to have a real live broadcast from another world. I want to continue watching it!"
Sarlayan, who was in combat mode, had no time to pay attention to the barrage. The rising anger made him feel that all the cells in his body were active, and the heavy two-handed sword in his hand seemed to become much lighter.
"There is a high elf invasion! Kill him!"
"For the glory of Amani!"
Sarlayan's unexpected move had a "shock" effect on both the enemy and ourselves.
When Valeela took Vereesa and Lylas and continued to move secretly, the Amani troll was stunned for a moment before reacting.
After coming back to their senses, the trolls suddenly became furious, shouting and surrounding Sarlayan.
A headhunter took the lead in throwing the throwing ax in his hand. During the charge, Sarlayan gently raised his sword and used the sword blade as big as a door panel to deflect the hidden weapon.
It was difficult to restrain a warrior who was in a charging state. In the blink of an eye, Sarlayan used his angular shoulder armor to push away a troll witch doctor who was mindfully chanting and taking out a totem.
Witch doctors are an ancient spellcasting profession inherited by trolls. Their combat abilities are not strong and they mainly play a therapeutic and auxiliary role in combat.
In barrage terms, this is called cutting the milk before starting a group, and Azeroth has a similar saying.
Witch doctors are a spellcasting profession, and their physical fitness cannot be compared with troll warriors.
The impact with the kinetic energy of the charge pushed the witch doctor, who was hanging with various strange pendants, into the air. He flew backwards in a panic and hit the mountain wall. He fainted on the spot.
Sarlayan, who was in good condition, held the big sword with one hand and pushed away the battle ax struck by one of the shield-wielding trolls with his backhand. He quickly followed up with a fist in his left hand and punched the opponent in the eye socket.
The troll who was facing off against Sarlayan didn't expect him to use such a strange move. He punched him so hard that stars appeared in his eyes, and his head was chopped off before he could recover.
Sharlayan was not satisfied with destroying a witch doctor and killing a shield-wielding guard in one confrontation. He longed for a more passionate battle.
The second wave of five trolls' joint attack did not disappoint him.
The two headhunters opened a distance and threw long-range weapons. The Sarlayan chicken thief moved and used the two troll warriors who had rushed in front of him to block the shooting trajectory of the long-range enemy.
The troll warrior who rushed at the front was holding a long-handled battle ax. Taking advantage of the troll's height and long hands, he jumped high and chopped the weapon down.
Sarlayan did not choose to take it hard, and turned his body slightly sideways, letting the long-handled battle ax rub the edge of his body and chop into the ground.
At the same time, the troll holding two knives on the other side had already come to Saraian's side, and a thief flashed behind him sinisterly, holding a green dagger in his hand.
Ignoring the axe troll for the time being, Sarlayan clenched the sword with both hands and attacked the double-sword troll.
Although rangers can also fight in close combat, their fighting style is mainly based on dexterity, and the ultimate goal is to distance themselves.
The troll rarely saw such a reckless high elf, and thought that Sharlayan would take the opportunity to retreat to avoid the sharp attack.
Sarlayan, who did not take the usual path, advanced instead of retreating. A round of offensive and undefensive attacks defeated the double-sword troll.
"Bang!"
After closing the distance, he hit a headbutt, completely breaking the two-handed troll's defense. Sarlayan stretched out his left hand and grabbed his neck. The muscles on his arm swelled, and he swung the tall troll backwards.
The double-sword troll's body was cut in half by the big ax that struck again in mid-air. The slightly less powerful ax cut into Sarlayan's chest and left upper arm.
Even though he was protected by mail and was not directly cut through the armor, the ax caused Sarlayan to turn pale with pain. The impact of the ax caused him to temporarily lose consciousness in his left hand and feel a sense of tightness in his chest. .
But Sarlayan's goal has been achieved.
Seeing that the poisoned dagger coming from behind was about to pierce the gap in Sarlayan's armor, the troll thief who thought he had succeeded suddenly felt a huge force coming from his side.
After smashing the thieves troll away, Sarlayan endured the pain in his left arm, threw away half of the corpse in his hand, and rolled around on the ground without any image.
This round of rolling just happened to avoid the pursuit of the giant ax giant. The ax handle that he slammed backwards failed to hit the target, but instead affected his body balance.
Relying on the giant ax troll's huge body to block the headhunters' sight, Sarlayan stood up from the ground and charged again, knocking one of the headhunters so hard that his chest was dented. He was obviously hopeless.
Before the other headhunter could react, the sword in Sarlayan's hand suddenly swung horizontally, cutting the enemy in half.
After inserting the big sword into the ground, Sarlayan used his right hand that could still move to grab the unthrown ax from the headhunter's hand. After charging a little, he threw it towards the axe troll who had just turned around.
"Crack!"
Hit on the head by a hidden weapon, the giant axe giant lost all its strength rapidly. He knelt on the ground with his eyes wide open, and the heavy giant ax also fell to the ground with a bang.
Stunned by the corpses of his comrades, the thief troll just stood up. The tragic scene in front of him made him afraid to attack alone for a while.
The barrage also exploded again after this round of fierce confrontation.
"F*ck! F*ck! He really made him act so reckless!"
"Salayan is awesome! (broken voice)"
"Don't be too happy (trembling). Sarlayan's left hand is useless. There are still many trolls. The next step is the focus."
"Qiuli Gao! Retreat quickly, you have bought enough time!"
Looking at the other trolls who had temporarily stopped moving, with expressions of shock and uncertainty, Sarlayan pulled out the sword from the ground with one hand, kicked the lower edge of the sword with his left foot, and used centrifugal force to lift the sword to his shoulder again. He raised his chin provocatively at the remaining trolls.
"Come on, why are you standing still? You don't think I can't hold the weapon, do you?"
Under the influence of high-speed healing skills, Sarlayan's injured chest and left arm are recovering rapidly, but he has not exposed this information for the time being.
Glancing at the three-man team that was hurrying into action out of the corner of his eye, Sarlayan let out a long breath.
'Little squirrel, I hope you won't let my efforts go in vain. '
