Deep in the crimson forest, a big cat was hanging silently behind a group of Zandalari trolls.
In the Battle of Falcon Grove half a month ago, the situation reversed after the third fleet of Kul Tiras entered the battlefield.
This naval battle was ultimately won by Kul Tiras, who fought at home, and the Zandalari warships had to abandon the marines in Falcon Grove and flee in embarrassment to the Zandalar Island to the southwest.
Most of the straying marines were found and killed by the Waycrest family's patrol cavalry, but a small group of trolls hid in the dangerous red forest in a panic.
The natives of Drustvar have been warned by their elders since they were young. They all know that the Crimson Forest is a dangerous place and will never enter rashly.
The trolls hiding in the Crimson Forest were really difficult to deal with for a while, and Lord Waycrest did not dare to bet that they would die in the Crimson Forest.
Just when the dedicated Lord was frowning, Olfa took Sarlayan into the Crimson Forest and began to train him in actual combat.
The rumors of danger in the Crimson Forest are not groundless. This forest has always been haunted by the resentment of the defeated Drust people. The soul of Gorak Tull is hiding in Zlos, the Blighted Realm, monitoring everything here.
The ominous atmosphere in the forest made the Zandalari trolls who accidentally entered this place feel nervous all the time. They had not had enough to eat or sleep for several days.
The dark red leaves make a soft "rustle" sound when blown by the breeze through the forest. Every sound will attract the nervous alert of the trolls.
There are 5 Zandalari trolls that are no more than level 5. Under normal conditions, Sharlayan can easily take care of them.
But this time during the actual combat training, Orfa placed a restriction on Sarlayan - to remain in claw form throughout the entire hunt.
The thick pads of flesh under the Demon Spring Lynx's paws eliminated the noise of Sharlayan's movements, allowing him to follow the nervous troll team without being discovered.
Human concentration is limited, and it is impossible to maintain high alert for 4 hours a day. These trolls will inevitably relax sometimes.
Sarlayan kept Olfa's teachings in mind, imitated those ferocious predators, suppressed the impatience in his heart, and followed the prey leisurely, waiting for the best opportunity to hunt.
The Crimson Forest covers a large area, and the forest is always filled with a strange red mist. Even the locals will get lost if they enter it by mistake, let alone the alien Zandalari trolls.
After wandering aimlessly in the forest for a long time, the Zandalari troll finally felt tired and found a relatively open forest clearing to sit down and rest.
"Shua~"
Just as Sarai's body muscles tensed up, and he was about to jump out while the prey was relaxed, the friction sound coming from the side of the forest made him stop all his movements.
A strong troll wearing a voodoo mask walked out of the forest. He carried a bloody two-handed ax on his right shoulder and dragged a deer with half of its neck cut off in his left hand.
Sarlayan's beast eyes suddenly shrank: "This person seems to be the leader of the Zandalari Marines, right?" '
When he assisted the Falcon Grove garrison and the Thornspeakers in retreating before, Sarlayan had seen the voodoo mask with a rather funny pattern from a distance, and the giant ax in the opponent's hand was also very recognizable.
The trolls who were frightened by the noise turned from surprise to joy: "General Guda!"
"Oh? Sarahan, are you still alive?"
The troll general known as Guda seemed not to have expected to meet other compatriots in this barren forest.
From the tattered plate armor and slightly curled ax on Guda's body, it can be seen that he has not been living well in the red forest these days.
'Chance! '
Seizing the moment when the five Zandalari trolls lost their guard due to surprise, Sharlayan rushed out of the forest like a red lightning.
He was the first to pounce on the back of a troll and bite off its neck. The sharp cat claws were shot to one side at the same time, and the strange power inherited from the human form scratched the other troll's neck until it was bloody.
The two trolls were killed in a flash of lightning. Except for Guda, who saw the entire process with his own eyes, his face changed color and he dropped the deer carcass and raised his battle axe. The other troll soldiers were completely unable to react.
"Roar!"
The Druid's claw form is a purely offensive stance. The fragile body has almost no defense, but its attack power and flexibility are excellent.
Before the remaining three trolls could turn their heads, Sarlayan dropped the corpse in his mouth like a ghost and continued to charge forward.
"Beast! How dare you!"
Under Guda's dazzling glare, Sarlayan sent the remaining three trolls to see Bwonsamdi.
"Tick tock~"
The blood droplets on the sharp canine teeth were dripping down, but the slight sound of water droplets sounded particularly harsh in Guda.
"Ouch!"
Mimicking the posture of a ferocious beast, Sarlayan stared sharply at the last enemy.
Lifting the heavy two-handed ax with one hand, the angry troll general rushed toward Sarlayan.
Character: Guda
Race: Zandalar Troll
Status: Physically and mentally exhausted, furious
Battle occupation: Level 5 divine warrior (elite template, special occupation, sealed)
talent:? ? ?
Skill:? ? ?
'Warriors of gods? Sealed? '
Saraian's mind was spinning, and he soon understood the reason for the so-called seal.
Now was not the time to delve deeper. When he got close to a certain distance, Guda turned to holding an ax with both hands, suddenly kicked off his feet and jumped high into the air.
Sharlayan is familiar with this move, and he often uses it himself, a warrior's heroic leap.
Calculating the landing point of the parabola based on the angle of the jump, Sarlayan's limbs kicked off the ground at the same time, and he flexibly jumped back a certain distance.
After both sides landed almost at the same time, Sarlayan, who was more flexible, immediately started again.
Before Guda, who had hit the ground, could recover his posture, Sarlayan had already rushed in front of him.
Guda had just raised his broad giant ax to defend himself in front of him, when the agile orange-red beast shadow flashed to his right side again.
"Bah!"
The Demon Spring Lynx accurately landed its claws on the damaged areas of Guda's armor. The already tattered plate armor was torn apart with one blow, leaving several deep claw marks on Guda's muscular upper right arm. .
Sarlayan's blow tore Guda's tendons, and his right arm suddenly became weak, and he could only rely on his left hand to support the heavy battle axe.
The severe pain in his right arm made Guda's heart sink.
For veterans who have been on the battlefield for a long time, pain has long been accustomed to it, and the meaning behind this pain is even more troublesome.
'This beast...seems to be intelligent? '
Quickly taking the giant ax with his left hand, Guda immediately twisted his body and swung a fierce whirlwind on the spot, forcing back the Moquan Shanmao who was about to pursue the victory.
Ignoring the right hand hanging by his side, Guda's futile anger subsided, and he frowned at the lynx slowly walking in the forest looking for opportunities.
"Druid?"
Zandalari also has the combat profession of Druid, and Guda is no stranger to the Druid's claw transformation.
The origin of the Zandalari druids does not come from the forest demigod Cenarius, but is taught by Gonk, the raptor Loa they worship.
"Ha~"
The Demonic Spring Lynx grinned and answered Guda's question in not very proficient troll language.
"So what can you do if you know? Shameful intruders, you only have one ending...death!"
Guda laughed loudly without taking it seriously: "Haha! Do you want my life? Be careful of chipping your teeth!"
Although Guda's expression cannot be seen through the voodoo mask, it can be seen from his decisive aura that this guy is planning to fight for his life. (To be continued)
