Deep in the Crimson Forest, a large cat with its feet on its feet is silently hanging behind a group of Zandalar trolls.

Half a month ago, in the Battle of Hayabusa, after the entry of the Third Fleet of Kurtiras, the situation was reversed.

The battle was ultimately won by Kurtilas, who were fighting at home, and Zandalara's ships had to abandon the Marines of Hayabusa and flee to the southwest of Zandala Island.

Most of the scattered Marines were found and killed by the Vikris patrols, but a small number of trolls fled into the treacherous Crimson Forest.

The Druswa natives have been told by their elders since they were young that they know that the Crimson Forest is a dangerous place and will never enter it rashly.

The trolls hiding in the Crimson Forest were really difficult to deal with for a while, and Lord Vikres did not dare to bet that they would die in the Crimson Forest.

While the dutiful lord was frowning, Orfa led Saljan into the Crimson Forest and began training him in combat.

Rumors of danger in the Crimson Forest are not unfounded, the forest has always been haunted by the resentment of the defeated Drusters, and the soul of Golek Tur is hiding in the Blighted Realm of Zlos to watch over the place.

The ominous aura that permeated the forest made the Zandalar trolls who had strayed into the place nervous at all times, and they had not been able to eat or sleep well for several days.

The dark red leaves make a soft "rustle" sound in the breeze through the forest, and each sound draws the trolls on their guard.

5 Zandalar Trolls up to the highest level, under normal conditions, Sarian can easily take them out.

But this time in actual combat training, Orfa attached a restriction to Salian - to maintain the claw form to complete the hunt the whole time.

The thick pads of flesh under the claws of the Bobcats of the Demon Spring dripped out the movement of the Sarjan, allowing him to stay behind the nervous troll squad without being detected.

Human concentration is limited, it is impossible to maintain a high level of alert 4 hours a day, and these trolls are bound to have a time to relax.

Keeping in mind Orfa's teachings, Saljan imitated the ferocious predators, suppressed his impatience, and followed his prey unhurriedly, waiting for the best time to hunt.

The Crimson Forest is not small, and the forest is always filled with an eerie red mist, and even the locals will get lost if they strayed into it, let alone the alien Zandalar trolls.

After wandering aimlessly through the forest for a long time, the Zandalar troll finally felt tired and found a glade with relatively open terrain to sit down and rest.

"Huh~"

Just as Sare's muscles tensed and he was about to leap out of his prey when he was slackening, the sound of grinding from the side of the forest made him stop all movements.

A strong troll wearing a voodoo mask walked out of the woods, carrying a bloody two-handed axe on his right shoulder and a deer with his neck cut in half in his left hand.

Sarean's beast pupils shrank suddenly, "This person seems to be the leader of the Zandalar Marines, right?" ’

When he had assisted the defenders of Hayabusa and the Thornwhisperers in their retreat, Sarjan had seen the comical voodoo mask from a distance, and the giant axe in the other's hand was also very recognizable.

The trolls, frightened by the loud noise, turned from surprise to joy: "General Guda! ”

"Oh? Sharahand, are you still alive? ”

The troll general, known as Guda, didn't seem to expect to meet other compatriots in this forest where birds don't.

Judging from the tattered plate armor and slightly curled axe on Guda's body, he has not been doing well in the Crimson Forest these days.

'Opportunity! ’

Seizing the moment the five Zandalar trolls lose their guard due to surprise, Salaen pounces out of the forest like a red bolt of lightning.

The first to pounce on the back of a troll and bite off his neck, the sharp cat's claws shot out to the side at the same time, and the strange power inherited from the human form scratched the neck of the other troll into a bloody blur.

The two trolls were killed in a flash of light, and except for Guda, who had watched the whole process with his own eyes, his face changed color and he dropped the deer corpse and raised the battle axe, the other troll miscellaneous soldiers were completely unable to react.

"Roar!"

The druid's claw form is a pure attack stance, with a fragile body that has almost no defense, but excellent attack power and agility.

Without waiting for the remaining three trolls to turn their heads, Salaen dropped the corpse from his mouth like a ghost and continued to advance.

"Brute! Don't you dare! ”

Under Guda's furious gaze, Sarean sent the remaining three trolls to see Bonsandy.

"Tick~"

Drops of blood were dripping down the sharp canines, but the slight sound of droplets sounded particularly harsh to Guda.

"Whew!"

Mimicking the posture of a beast, Sarjan stared sharply at the last foe.

With one hand lifting his heavy two-handed greataxe, the enraged troll general was rushing towards Sarean.

Character: Guda

Race: Zandalar Troll

Status: Exhausted and angry

Combat Class: Level 5 Divine Samurai (Elite Template, Special Class, Sealed)

Talent:???

Skill:???

'Divine samurai? Sealed? ’

Saray's mind raced in peace of mind, and he quickly understood the reason for the so-called seal.

Now was not the time to delve deeper, and when he got close enough to reach a certain distance, Guda turned to his axe in both hands, and suddenly jumped high into the air with both feet.

This trick is well acquainted with Saljan, and he himself often uses it, the heroic leap of the warrior.

The landing point of the parabola is calculated by the angle of the jump, and Sarren's limbs kick the ground at the same time, and he jumps backwards flexibly for a certain distance.

After both sides landed almost simultaneously, the more flexible Sarlian immediately started again.

Before Guda, who had smashed the ground, had not regained his stance, Salaan had already burst in front of him.

As soon as Guda raised his broad giant axe to defend in front of him, the agile orange-red beast shadow flickered to his right again.

"Whew!"

The Demonic Spring Lynx landed its claws precisely on the broken part of Guda's armor, and the already tattered plate armor was torn open with a single blow, leaving several deep claw marks on Guda's muscular right hand and upper arm.

The blow tore through Guda's tendons, and his right arm suddenly slackened, leaving him with his left hand to support the heavy tomahawk.

The sharp 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 taken for granted, and the meaning behind this pain is even more troublesome.

'This brute...... Seems to be wise? ’

Quickly taking the giant axe in his left hand, Guda immediately twisted his body and unleashed a ferocious whirlwind slash in place, forcing the Demon Spring Lynx back as it prepared to pursue it with victory.

Ignoring the right hand hanging at his side, Guda's unscrupulous anger subsided, and he frowned at the bobcat who was pacing slowly through the forest looking for an opportunity.

"Druid?"

Zandalar also has a druid role, and Goodard is no stranger to the druid's claw transformation.

The origins of the Zendara Druid did not come from the forest demigod Senarius, but from their worship of the velociraptor Loa, Gunk.

"Heh~"

The Demonic Spring Lynx grinned and answered Gooda's question in the troll language that he was not very proficient in.

"You know what to do? Shameful intruder, you have only one end...... Die! ”

Guda laughed out loud disappreliantly: "Haha! Want my life? Beware of cracking your teeth! ”

Although it was impossible to see Guda's expression through the voodoo mask, it was clear from his resolute momentum that this guy was going to fight for his life. (To be continued)