Berserk is a racial talent that all trolls have, but not every troll can keep their sanity in a berserk state and perfectly control the amplification power brought by berserk.

A prerequisite for becoming a berserk headhunter is to be able to maintain sanity in a berserk state.

Some trolls are born with this talent, while others are nurture.

Zurkin is a prime example of a genius berserk headhunter, and he is also one of the strongest berserk headhunters ever seen by trolls.

The battlefield on the Western Front is not the main direction of attack of the Dakale trolls, and according to the information provided by Yatra, the Dakale trolls who lead this vanguard army are not the core generals of the clan, but only a high-level elite, and have not yet entered the legend.

None of the Backlight Blade thieves, including Yatra, who came to Northrend early to scout for intelligence, could reach the level of legend.

Legendary heroes are not cabbages, and even the high-spirits with deep roots do not have so many legendary thieves.

After all, the High Elves have always been the main profession of the Mage Master throughout the ages, and the Backlight Blade was officially established by Anastria during the Troll Wars.

The current members of Backlight Blade, including the boss Verles, Valeera, and Julian, have only 4 Legendary Thieves.

Salaan has never seen the fourth legend of the Backlight Blade, and it is said that she lives in the continent of Kalimdor all year round, and is in charge of all the intelligence affairs of the Backlight Blade in Kalimdor.

That's right, the legendary thief is as female as Valeera, a descendant of the noble family that rose to prominence during the Troll Wars, an old friend of the same era as Wellles and Julian, and one of the senior members of Backlight Blade.

Further down are the high-level elites like Yatra, who are still some way from breaking through to legend, but they should be able to overcome that hurdle in their lifetime.

Don't think that there are many examples of Salian and Valilla's promotion to legend in the past few years, in addition to the great efforts they put in during their adventures, their talent is far higher than ordinary people is also one of the main reasons for their rapid progress.

A sand sculpture netizen in another world once said a very subtle sentence.

"I tried" is the least valuable excuse.

"Do you know how hard XX works? Why can't you succeed? ”

Say it as if others don't work hard.

The society of people in another world is very involuted, and everyone is desperately trying to climb up.

With equal effort, gifted people naturally achieve higher results.

Of course, this does not mean that hard work is useless, after all, hard work is the only way to realize talent.

It's true that Atra's talent in the way of thieves is not as good as that of a chosen daughter like Valeera, but that doesn't mean that his talent is poor, it's just that there are people outside the world.

After transforming into a panther and infiltrating the camp, Sarren's sense of smell, which became more acute, first caught a strange smell.

As he walked blindly around a mountain corner, Sarean's curiosity was satisfied, but at the same time, he was a little physically unwell.

Sarayan had long heard that trolls loved to collect a strange material called a goblin.

Elves are the casting materials used by trolls to cast voodoo spells and perform various rituals, and appear to be a viscous, glowing liquid that is usually carried around in glass containers.

Sarean had seen Amani trolls use elves when he had fought them before, but he had never seen them boiled in person.

'Vomit~'

The boiling purple viscous liquid inside the cauldron made Saljan sick to his stomach, and the witch doctor who kept vigil was still spilling some kind of glowing powder into the cauldron.

'These powders are...... Soul crumbs? ’

Spirits are troll-specific spellcasting materials, usually extracted from the souls of animals, Loa, and troll kindred.

Loa's magic spirits are essentially their blood that contains their own magical properties, while animals and trolls really need to use their souls to refine successfully.

Enduring the discomfort, Salian carefully bypassed the still totem arranged by the witch doctor, and slowly made his way to the leader's hide-like tent along the planned route.

At the same time, Yatra and other thieves have infiltrated the camp, and Yatra is targeting the troll witch doctor who is boiling the elves.

"Hmm!"

The sophisticated Yatra only let the witch doctor who was covered in mouth let out a short sound, and the dagger that stabbed into the heart from behind twisted hard, completely ending the witch doctor's hope.

The whole process took less than a second, and there was no touch of the static totem at all.

Then he unwittingly dragged the witch doctor's body into the grass next to him.

Similar scenes are taking place in various corners of the camp at the same time.

With the information in place, the Backlight Blade's actions were not hindered in any way.

There is also the reason why the recent actions of the Dakale Vanguard have been too smooth, which has led to their somewhat careless night defense.

Silently entering the leader's tent, Sarren's panther nose immediately smelled a foul stench.

It's the smell of sweat that hasn't been bathed for a long time, the smell of stinky feet, and a little bit of animal smell.

Holding his breath for a moment, Sarren walked to the bunk on all fours, the furious headhunter who had taken off his leather armor and slept still snoring loudly.

"Hmm!"

A sharp pain in his neck jolted the berserk headhunter from his slumber.

When he subconsciously wanted to shout, a furry leopard claw pressed his mouth and nose to death.

"Click!"

Before the troll leader could continue to struggle, Sarjan's other leopard claw slammed into his neck bone, finally quieting the guy.

Without any smell of blood, the leader of the Dakale vanguard army who was lying flat on the skin stared at the roof with wide eyes.

Returning to his human form, Salian pulled out his one-handed axe from the Iron Viku and placed it diagonally next to the fur bunk, closing the dead troll's eyelids.

[Attention, fingerprints are left!] 】

[So what, Azeroth can still have fingerprints?] 】

Ignoring the barrage's gags, Saljan transforms back into a panther and re-enters stealth after completing the mission, silently leaving the camp to meet the Backlight Blade at the intended location.

"Debriefing."

“1。”

“1。”

In order to save time outside the enemy camp, Sarian made an agreement with the thieves before setting out that success would be 1 and failure would be 0.

Thanks to the lack of vigilance of the Dakale trolls on the Western Front, all the thieves without exception successfully completed their mission.

"Very well, evacuate immediately."

"At 4 a.m., we'll just wait to see the show."

……

As Sarian said, when it was time to wake up in the pioneer camp, the originally peaceful camp exploded, and the angry roars of the trolls could be heard from afar.

One of the older soldiers raised a large axe found from inside the chief's tent.

It was tentatively concluded that the leader's neck had been broken by some kind of blunt object in his sleep, and it was almost certainly caused by the grip of the single-edged axe.

Without the help of magic, Azeroth's autopsy abilities are extremely low.

Unfortunately, the witch doctor in the camp was killed by the thieves, and it is unlikely that any witch doctor will arrive in time for the golden autopsy time of a few hours.

Besides, even if they came, it would be useless, the soul of the troll leader had already been taken by Sarean, and the witch doctors could not get useful clues through psychics.

The conclusive evidence is in front of him, and the hot-brained Dakale trolls unilaterally identify the killer as a Steelwiku.

As for why such a conspicuous thing as a big axe would be used to infiltrate the assassination, there is no need for Sarian to make up the story, and naturally there are trolls who make logical and self-consistent speculations about it.

If it was other mortal races that were ghosts, the Dakale trolls who remained in the camp would have roared and roared without even thinking about it.

But the enemy is the Iron Men of the Stormcrags...... Again, the situation will be different.

The remaining soldiers of the Pioneer Battalion carried word by layer to the Iron Viku invasion and assassination to Gudak, the capital of the Dakale trolls.

In the area around the camp on the Western Front, with the exception of the Iron Viku, who occasionally patrol across the border, no other intelligent race would use such heavy weapons.

Eliminate all the wrong answers, and the remaining one, no matter how unreasonable, will be the only solution.

Goodak's Frost Troll higher-ups don't have a fever in their brains and immediately declares war on Stormcrags.

As Sarren had expected, they slowed down their invasion of the Crystal Song Forest, and instead moved their remaining forces to the foot of the mountain at the junction with the Stormcrags, assuming a tough stance of wanting to speak.

Of course, the Dhakale trolls' negotiations were destined to be impossible to get the Iron Army...... Or rather, Lorcan behind them responds head-on.

Chapter 435: Efficient Decapitation