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two years later

It only takes half a day from Maris Farm to Stratholme. If you go further east, you can reach the entrance of Quel'Thalas. Nathanos has been preparing for this day for two years. Due to the Elf Kingdom's control of the territory,

It is absolutely confidential, so it is almost impossible to find a map of Quel'Thalas in the human kingdom. Nathanos read all the books about the north, asked people about what they saw and heard, and sketched out a rough map.

But what was hidden in the jungle needed to be seen by himself. He specially made himself a green cloak and some light leather armor. Nathanos had only two purposes in going to Quel'Thalas.

, one is to collect the materials you need to make a bloodwood hunting bow, and the other is to master the survival skills of the jungle.

He came to the border of Quel'Thalas, and the forest in front of him blocked him like a city wall. Within the city wall, there were not only beasts, but also elves and trolls, and there were even various traps in the grass. Nathano

Si healed his heart and stepped into the kingdom of elves.

"Catch her!" Deep in the jungle, a small group of trolls were chasing something on the rugged mountain road. They were two meters tall, and each of them held a one-handed ax filled with the smell of blood. Their tall bodies

It doesn't seem to affect their flexibility. They are even more familiar with how to navigate the jungle than the elves. After all, this was their home.

"She's gone." The troll soldier said to the team leader. The leading troll was not blind. He could see that they had lost her. The elf was very cunning.

"But she's still there, move forward carefully." The troll captain held his weapon in front of him and said in standard troll language. In the jungle, the relationship between hunters and prey is changing at any time. Elves understand trolls, and similarly, trolls

The devil also understands the elves. The opponent will not run away. The key lies in who takes the initiative. Now the relationship between the prey and the hunter has changed.

"Be careful with this pale one, she is a tough nut."

"Be careful of her bow and arrows, and protect your heads."

On the big tree 20 yards away, an arrow was shot from the dense leaves at the troll team who was searching for prey. The next second, a member of the team covered his eyes and screamed, and the arrow pierced

caught his eyes.

"Over there!" The troll captain rushed over, followed by other trolls. They would not take care of the injured companion because he was dead. The elves' arrows were poisonous, specially designed to deal with the powerful recovery ability of the trolls.

The chasing game begins again. Yes, it is a pleasant game for the attacking elf. She enjoys the pleasure of hunting trolls.

"Is this the poplar tree?" Nathanos looked up at the big tree in front of him, just as it was written in the books promoted by the high elves to the human kingdom:

In Quel'Thalas, some trees are far taller than those in the human kingdom. Their bark is white and clean, and their leaves are dazzling gold. They will sing loudly in the night wind.

Nathanos didn't know if the latter sentence was true, but the first sentence was correct. It was indeed very tall, and the bark looked like it had been washed with bleach. With his skillful climbing skills, Nathanos arrived

On the branches, he had to select the best-shaped branch to take back.

"It's up to you." Nathanos smiled, took out his knife and cut a small opening at the branch so that he could twist the branch easily.

"Follow up, you idiots!"

"Who?" Nathanos immediately stopped what he was doing. His hearing was very good, and the voice came from a hundred meters away, with anger and murderous intent. The frightened birds in the distance told him the direction from which the voice came.

"A fight?"

"She's right in front, catch up with her." The troll captain said, throwing an ax forward and hitting it on a big rock. This was the first time Nathanos saw a creature like a troll.

The description was almost the same, but what he was more concerned about was that before the ax hit the stone, a figure quickly flashed past it, missing it by just a little.

"She's hiding."

"I know!" the troll captain said impatiently to his companions behind him. He had already lost two of his companions, and he vowed to catch the elf that attacked them. "Be careful, that pale guy is around."

Nathanos doesn't understand troll language, so he doesn't know what the troll captain says. If he knew, he would definitely agree with the troll captain's guess. She is indeed around, right under Nathanos's nose.

Underneath. Through the leaves, he saw the ranger for the first time. The gorgeous long bow in his hand, the quiver with a small number of bows and arrows on his back, and a short sword hanging on the side of his hip. Nathanos could not see clearly what she was hiding.

On the face in the hood, only the long ears protruding from the light blue cloak and the long pale golden hair fluttering on the shoulders are visible.

It was obvious that she was a woman with a pretty figure, like most female elves, but she was more flexible. She was only one person, but there were three people on the other side, and Nathanos noticed that she only had three arrows left.

He observed all the movements of the elf, who skillfully took out the remaining bows and arrows from the quiver, set them all up, and aimed at the searching troll.

She wanted to kill three trolls at once? Nathanos was a little surprised, but the other party really did it. The female elf aimed for about three seconds, and shot three bows and arrows at the same time.

"Bastard!" The Troll Captain blocked the bow and arrow shot at him, but his two companions were not so lucky. They were shot through the head and died on the spot.

The female elf frowned when she saw a fish slipping through the net, drew out her dagger and walked out.

"It's time to end this cat and mouse game."

Looking at the two people with huge differences in stature, Nathanos broke into a cold sweat for the elf. As long as the opponent's three-fingered palm grasps the elf's neck, he can completely break her neck with his thick arms. Yes, just

Need it.

The troll captain clenched the remaining ax in his hand and rushed forward, making a horizontal slash, trying to chop off the opponent's head. The female elf, seeing the opportunity, leaned back to avoid the fatal attack, and then struck with the dagger in her right hand.

The female elf slowly walked behind the troll, lowered her body, and whispered: "bash'a no falor h"

The standard Elvish language has a pleasant sound, even with an angry and threatening tone. The meaning of this sentence is: enjoy the real ice field of death.

The troll captain looked at the blood spraying from his abdomen flowing on the ground. He knew that he would not be able to leave alive today, but he was angered by the female elf's words. Even if he died, he would drag you with him. He suddenly pulled out the short hair from his abdomen.

With the sword, he turned around and swung back, suddenly attacking the unsuspecting female elf. The opponent opened his eyes wide and immediately retreated to avoid it. The troll took this opportunity to grab the female elf's neck with his blood-stained hands and pushed her to the ground.

, the dagger aimed at the eye and stabbed it. The female elf grabbed his arm at the critical moment, and the sword tip was already in front of her eyes. If she moved an inch forward, she would be dead. The troll's face was twisted with anger, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.

Use your last strength to kill this elf. The two sides are struggling. This is a competition of strength. The female elf obviously suffers. She feels that she is going to die. The troll also thinks so. But the next moment, the troll's angry eyes suddenly widen.

, replaced by surprise and confusion. After screaming, the female elf discovered that his strength was decreasing, and seized the opportunity to kick him away. After the thrill, she breathed rapidly, stood up and walked to the man who was already there.

The dead troll found that a knife had been stabbed into the back of his head. She looked up at the poplar tree in surprise and asked loudly: "Who is it?"

No one responded to her, which made her confused. They saved her but didn't show up.

"Are you leaving?" the female elf said, but her eyes still did not leave the poplar tree.

Of course Nathanos didn't leave. He was still in the tree, hiding himself among the intertwined branches. He was holding the spirit spirit with his hands. He did not regard humans as mortal enemies, but he would not tolerate humans entering his territory. Female

The elf stayed there for more than ten minutes, and she still didn't notice it. Finally, she picked up the dagger and long bow that fell on the ground and turned around to leave. But before leaving, she also took away the knife that saved her life. Every time she left,

After a few steps, she turned back and disappeared deep into the jungle.

"Suspicious guy." Nathanos breathed a sigh of relief. The elf's ears were very keen. Judging from the fighting style of the elf just now, she must not be an ordinary ranger, or even a ranger lord. Nathanos once knew

The military ranks beyond ranger are divided into seven levels. The entry level is ranger, and then they are ranger, lieutenant, captain, ranger captain, ranger lord, and ranger general.

The Ranger Lord is second only to the Ranger General. If he had been discovered just now, although he would not be executed, he would definitely be kicked out, and the materials he had finally collected might also be confiscated.

After watching the female elf disappear, Nathanos twisted off the selected branch and jumped down. He just saved the female elf's life. Although he didn't like elves, elves are not the enemy of humans, trolls are

.

Nathanos looked at the traces of the battle just now. He had to admire the elf's shooting ability, but fortunately she left him an unexpected gift. Nathanos pulled out the bow and arrow from the troll corpse.
Chapter completed!