Valilla's chosen location for eavesdropping was clever, just outside of Amani's troll's guard, barely audible as the voice came from inside the tomb.

This conversation was conducted in the language of trolls.

Since the Far Walker and Ranger troops often had to "deal with" trolls, the language of trolls was not new to them.

Saljan doesn't speak troll language, but he can roughly understand the meaning even if he guesses.

As a spy, Valera is rigorously trained to be a backlight blade, and her troll language is the most proficient of the four.

As the words faded away, Valilla gestured to the three of them to gather around, and relayed the conversation as low as she could.

"Salian is right."

Valeera's expression was solemn: "Zurkin knew that he could no longer force the orcs who had made up his mind, and he made one last request before parting ways. ”

As descendants of a family of old acquaintances who have had a heart-to-heart relationship with trolls for thousands of years, Winlessa and Lyras have also studied the troll language in depth.

Wen Lesa clenched the bow arm in her hand with a gloomy face: "Take down the head of the Ranger General and hit the morale of Quel'Salas hard...... How dare they! ”

Saleien suddenly stood up from his hiding place and drew his greatsword from behind his back.

"You can't let go of that traitor, you must catch him in person, you guys start acting immediately!"

"Wait ......"

Valera guessed what Sarren was planning and reached out to stop him, but she was half a beat slower.

Saljan had already rushed to the square in front of the tomb with his great sword in his hand.

"Ugly creature with blue face and fangs! Look at them all, Saljan Shadow is here! ”

Valeera hid her face with her hands, an expression that she couldn't bear to look at directly.

Lyras shook his head with a wry smile, and even Wen Leisa, who had been acting very steady before, looked surprised.

"Lyras, has he always been this style?"

The corners of Lyras's mouth twitched, "It's the same...... Shall we go up to his aid? ”

"Nope."

Valera rubbed her cheeks, and said with a deliberate face, "Let that idiot with muscles in his head attract firepower, let's get down to business first." ”

……

Jumping out of his hideout, Sarian first let out a battle roar to strengthen his own combat power.

Seeing his reckless actions, the barrage that had been silent before became active again.

“666！ If you are indecisive, you are reckless, and you are worthy of being a warrior. ”

"Heaven to the left, warriors to the right! Chong ......"

"Is it true that Sarren used a battle cry? How do I feel like I'm being mocking? ”

"A good warrior is to learn to have a taunt effect attached to the Battle Cry and the Command Roar, isn't it good to press one skill less? (Funny)"

"That's the end of the joke, don't you think it's not going to be good?"

After retaking the ancestral tomb, the Amani trolls have a lot of troops here.

The shouting and scolding that Sarean shouted in Salas spread so quickly that it could be faintly heard even at the foot of the mountain.

There were at least a dozen trolls that could be seen in front of me, and as you could guess with your ass, more enemies were rapidly converging.

At the moment of crisis, Salian felt the blood boiling all over his body, and his face unconsciously showed an expectant and hideous smile.

"Crazy criticism and war maniac, love love!"

"Let's talk about it if I can live, I always feel that this wave is going to be cold."

"Don't! Finally, there is a real live broadcast from another world, and I want to continue watching it! ”

Sarjan, who had entered the battle state, had no time to pay attention to the barrage, and the soaring anger made him feel that the cells in his whole body were active, and the heavy two-handed sword in his hand seemed to be much lighter.

"There's a High Elf invasion! Kill him! ”

"For the glory of Amani!"

Sarren's unexpected move had a "deterrent" effect on both sides of the world.

When Valilla secretly continued with Winresa and Lyras, Amani trolls for a moment before he reacts.

When they came to their senses, the trolls flew into a rage, screaming and screaming around Sarean.

A headhunter was the first to throw his throwing axe, and Sarren flicked his greatsword as he charged, flicking the hidden weapon away with the blade the size of a door.

It was difficult for a warrior in a charging state to be restrained, and in the blink of an eye, Sarean used his angular shoulder armor to frustrate a troll witch doctor who had a mindful mind and pulled out a totem.

Witch Doctors are an ancient class of trolls who are inherited from the troll as casters, and they are not very capable of fighting, and are mainly responsible for healing and supporting in battle.

In barrage parlance, this is called cutting milk first in the group, and Azeroth has a similar statement.

The Witch Doctor is a spell-casting profession and cannot be compared to the physical qualities of a Troll Warrior.

The impact with the kinetic energy of the charge sent the witch doctor with all kinds of strange pendants flying upright, and the embarrassed backward flight crashed into the mountain wall, and he fainted on the spot.

In good shape, Sarian grasped the greatsword with one hand, backhanded the tomahawk that one of the shield-wielding trolls had slashed down, and quickly followed with a fist in his left hand, smashing his head into the eye socket of the opponent.

The troll who was in the opposite position of Sarren did not expect him to use such a strange trick, and he was cut off by a powerful punch that made him look like a gold star, and his head was cut off before he could come to his senses.

Having deposed a witch doctor and slashed a shield-wielding guard, Sareen was not satisfied, he longed for more bloody battles.

The second wave of five trolls didn't disappoint him.

The two headhunters pulled away and threw their ranged weapons, and the movement of the Sarren Chicken Thief used the two troll warriors who had already rushed in front of him to block the trajectory of the ranged enemy's shots.

The Troll Warrior at the front of the pack is armed with a long-handled battle axe, taking advantage of the troll's height and hand length, leaping high and slashing his weapon down.

Instead of a hard joint, Saléan turned slightly to the side, letting the tomahawk graze the edge of his body and slash into the ground.

At the same time, another troll with twin knives had come to Sarjan's side, and a thief flashed behind him with a green dagger in his hand.

Ignoring the axe troll for the time being, Sarjan clenched his sword in both hands and slammed into the troll.

Although the Ranger can also fight in close combat, their fighting style is mainly dexterous, and the ultimate goal is to distance themselves.

Trolls rarely see such reckless High Elves, and they thought that Salaen would take the opportunity to retreat for a while.

The unconventional Salaan did not retreat, but advanced, and a round of offensive and undefended onslaught knocked the trolls to the left and right.

"Bang!"

Closing the distance, he struck the head with a hammer that completely broke through the two-handed troll's defenses, and Sarjan reached out his left hand to grab his neck, and the muscles in his arm bulged, pulling the tall troll backwards.

The body of the troll with two knives was cut in half in mid-air by the large axe that slashed again, and the slightly reduced giant axe sliced into Sarren's chest and left hand on the upper arm.

Even with the protection of chain mail, the armor was not cut directly, and the axe made Sarean's face pale with pain, and the impact attached to the big axe made his left hand temporarily unconscious, and his chest was also stuffy.

But Sarean's goal has been achieved.

Seeing that the poison dagger from behind him was about to pierce into the cracks in Sarjan's armor, the troll thief, who thought he had succeeded, suddenly felt a huge force attack from his side.

After smashing the Rogue Troll, Saljan endured the pain in his left arm, threw away half of the corpse in his hand, and rolled around on the ground without a figure.

This roll dodged the chase of the big axe troll, and the backward slamming axe handle failed to hit the target, but affected his body balance.

Relying on the massive body of the axe troll to block the headhunter's view, Sarlian rose from the ground and charged again, knocking one of the headhunters into a hollow chest, apparently hopeless.

Before the other headhunter could react, Sarjan's greatsword swung horizontally, severing his foe.

Sticking his greatsword into the ground, Sarjan snatched the headhunter's yet-to-throw axe with his right hand, charging it up slightly and throwing it at the axe troll that had just turned.

"Boom!"

The head was hit by a hidden weapon, and the strength of the big axe troll's whole body quickly lost, and Yuan fell to the ground on his knees with his eyes open, and the heavy giant axe also fell to the ground with a bang.

Stunned by the corpses of his comrades, the thief troll had just turned over, and the tragic picture in front of him made him dare not attack alone for a while.

The barrage also exploded again after this round of fierce exchanges.

"! it! It really made him reckless! ”

"Sarren's awesome! (Broken sound)"

"Don't rejoice too soon (trembling), Sarjan's left hand is dead, there are still many trolls, and that's the point."

"Autumn pear paste! Retreat, you've got enough time! ”

Looking at the other trolls who had temporarily stopped their movements and looked suspicious, Sarian pulled out the big sword from the ground with one hand, kicked his left foot on the lower edge of the sword, and with the help of centrifugal force, he carried the big sword back to his shoulder, and raised his chin defiantly at the remaining trolls.

"Come on, why are you stunned? You don't think I can't hold a weapon, do you? ”

Under the effect of the high-speed healing skill, Sarren's injured chest and left arm are rapidly recovering, but he has not exposed this information for the time being.

Glancing at the three-person squad that was hurrying to action, Sarian let out a long breath of turbidity.

'Little squirrel, I hope you won't let my efforts go to waste. ’