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 "Call...Call"
 In the middle of the night, the fugitive’s gasp was very heavy, stained with **** leaves, dancing around in the wind, the whistling sounds of ghosts rumbled in the forest, and mixed with the screams of wild creatures, maybe they also smelled the blood The smell of peeping in the darkness peeping at the cruel night.
 The rickety troll leaned against the tree trunk. He looked around with vigilance, like a vigilant beast. The engraved cheeks were soaked with sweat, because of tension, but also because of pain.
 This is not hunting, this is escape!
 The wound on the right eye started to hurt again, even if it had been a year, but this gruesome wound, like his hatred, never healed.
 He will never forget, on the battlefield of Yongge Forest, how he was forced into a dead end, after dying to fight back, how was he cruelly removed his eyes, boiling hatred and anger burned in his heart, every one Cells are calling for revenge insanely, revenge! !
 "what!"
 The severed left arm began to bleed again, pain spread across every wound, they screamed with exhaustion, and under the elder troll's elbow, which should have torn the beast, was empty...
 2 hours ago, he cut his arm bit by bit with a bone knife, and he could not find a weapon in the cage, so the bone knife was his broken fangs in countless nights. Silent grinding, not sharp, the process of cutting off the arm is undoubtedly extremely painful.
 But he didn't even make a cry, until he broke the jailer's neck with one hand, and used his blood to suspend hunger and thirst, until the first little Mars of revenge was ignited by his own hand, and he could feel a trace in the killing. Silky! Only by slaughtering and retaliating with his own hands can he please the bloodthirsty and brutal Luoa, the wild **** he serves.
 "find him!"
 "Regardless of everything!"
 The looming shouts and firelights lit up in the forest behind him. The chasing of soldiers was approaching. The rest of the old troll's eyes suddenly opened. He stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, like hunger. The poisonous snake, longing for its prey to come close, and the only left arm, the bizarre three-finger palm, also clenched his **** bone knife.
 He can't wait to fight! Every bone in his body was screaming and killing wildly.
 "bass"
 The head of the elven ranger rushing into the woods rose into the sky, and warm blood spilled on Zul'jin's face. This feeling fascinated him.
 But at the next moment, the cold wind blew on his face, and the returning reason quickly suppressed the desire to slaughter. He looked back at the quiet forest that was broken by the noise. Eventually, he took a deep breath and turned his head into it. Deeper in the forest.
 free! free!
 This is what he must get. Only after getting rid of the incompetent chasers behind him can he return to Amani's territory! Only by regaining his freedom can he regain control of the already deserted Amani tribe! Only freedom can allow him to fulfill the army of forest trolls, once again break through the kingdom of arrogant elves, and with the blood of millions of souls, comfort all the failures and shame he has suffered!
 He is Zulkin!
 The greatest chief and priest of the Amani trolls, the killer loved by Lord Loa, the destined destroyer of the high elf kingdom Quel'Thalas!
 He is not unbearable, but at least...can’t die here! Humble... like reptiles and wild dogs, died on the ground so far away from the battlefield.
 "Uh, uh"
 He moved fast in the dark, and a little magic that he had difficulty acquiring on the escape road was used by him to heal the wound on his left arm, stop bleeding, and let it heal temporarily.
 This way of drinking thirst to suppress thirst will suppress the powerful self-healing instinct in the troll's body, and make this severed arm unable to recover naturally. Over time, he will completely lose his right arm.
 But if you don’t do this, the blood dripping will expose his escape route and deal with the high elves for a lifetime. Zulkin knows very well what their ranger can do, even a drop of blood is enough to keep them in the forest. To find his hiding place.
 Although unwilling to admit it, for the forest troll hunter, the elite high elf ranger is the most dangerous natural killer.
 But it doesn't matter...because the end of freedom is close at hand! !
 The night's rush had already consumed the last trace of strength in the body of the troll chief Zul'jin, but he also completed a feat that ordinary people could not complete. He traversed the east of Hillsbrad Foothills overnight. forest.
 A few kilometers further, you will actually enter the Hinterland Mountains in the Barrens, where there is another forest troll Evil Branch clan. Although they have almost no relationship with the Amani clan, as long as they get there, the ancestor Erjin would have no worries about life.
 "Call...Call"
 Zul'jin's cursed face was full of exhaustion. He had to take a break. The environment in Hinterland was several times more dangerous than the Hillsbrad Foothills. He had to ensure that he had enough energy to face it. Dangers encountered in wild forests.
 And at this moment...
 "Swoosh"
 A sharp arrow shot from the forest in front, blasted toward Zul'jin's head with a roaring wind breaking sound, that kind of dangerous threat made the hair of the old troll's back neck stand upside down He threw himself forward and lay prone on the soft ground, and the arrow darted into the tree trunk behind him, and even swarfed flakes of wood chips.
 "what!"
 Zul blonde made a crazy cry, his eyes were full of ferocity and anger, and he saw freedom abruptly in front, but he suffered a failure at the last moment, which made Zuljin almost crazy to seek freedom. .
 He was like a gambler who failed at the table, with red eyes, all the killings of his body, all the rage, all the madness, were completely released at this moment, he clenched his bone knife, and shot in the direction of the arrow After rushing out, the expression was more like a beast forced into desperation than the exhausted prisoner.
 It was like the battlefield of Quel'Thalas, where the Amani trolls failed a year ago.
 Even if it's dead... Ten or hundreds of elves have to be brought back!
 "My destiny...not..."
 "boom"
 After the cold blade backed up, he slapped fiercely on Zul'jin's body, completely interrupting his weak decisive charge.
 In this desperate hunter and extremely weak prey, in this desperate situation, the old troll could not resist such an attack. His entire forward body was flipped up under this attack, and finally he was lying in a state of embarrassment. on the ground.
 "Snapped"
 The feet wearing deerskin boots stepped on his left arm, and the sharp blade crossed his fingers mercilessly, chopping those three fingers together with the tight bone knife, in the blood spewing, Zul'jin suppressed the pain, his one-eye was full of hatred, he looked up, and in the light of the approaching dawn, he saw the comer.
 Seeing the face that made him grind his teeth in every night imprisoned, he had to tear down his bones and swallow his flesh.
 It was an indifferent face, with the thinness characteristic of high elves, the lips that were always pursed also had a sharp feeling, and the most important thing was the eyes, the calm eyes, even when cutting off the old troll His fingers were still in the cruelty of blood.
 While Zulkin was looking at him, the figure in the green chain armor and the iconic green cloak of the Ranger was also looking at him. After 1 second, the calm eyes narrowed and put his cheeks on his cheeks. Brought a sincere smile.
 "Long time no see, Zulkin..."
 "Tai! Rui! Ang! Take away the debris of my eyes! Kill you! I want to...kill! You!"
 The voice was exhausted, and the resentment and viciousness in it did not need to be identified at all. This was the gesture of the real enemy. At the moment of hearing this cry, the elf ranger pursed his lips and let go of Zul'jin's arm. At the next moment, the knife lights up.
 "puff"
 The sharp blade, carved with the lines of the phoenix, passed through the chest and nailed the old troll together with his way of escape to the ground.
 "Uh... you're best, kill me now..."
 In Zul'jin's only left eye, the extreme maliciousness surging, he stared at the elf in front of him, the latter relieved, squatted in front of Zul'jin, took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, put the old The blood on the troll's face was wiped clean.
 The gentle action is like an old friend who hasn't seen for a long time, but also with great calmness and elegance. This posture and the troll chieftain at the end of the road are like an extreme.
 "Listen to me, Zulkin, I didn't come here to kill the people I hate. A guy like you is meaningless. You will always be killed by me, sooner or later!"
 The elf saw the hatred shining in Zul'jin's one eye, and he shrugged:
 "I am here to protect the person I value. She is different from you. Once lost, she will never come back."
 With a smile on his face, he threw a handkerchief full of pungent blood on the side. In the **** night sky, the elf sighed and said softly:
 "You should have died a year ago, but the fools of Silvermoon City have earned you a new life. Don't worry, you may live long...as a prisoner."
 "Look, my sad compatriots can't hold on to you, so you almost escaped, it doesn't matter, don't be disappointed with them... don't take it for granted that you are alive, don't wait until you arrive to know how to cherish your bad life, Wait until the day you are useless, I will personally end your pain, I promise!"
 "Snapped"
 A large piece of blood-stained mud was violently stuffed into Zul'jin's mouth, blocking all his subsequent abuses and screams, making the old troll like the last beast to struggle, but he was always unable to do well. The hunter escaped.
 So, the noisy forest, after a few minutes of meeting, quieted down again.
 Nearly 10 minutes later, the guards responsible for guarding Zul'jin and other Armani troll prisoners rushed out of the forest in the same style of leather and cloak as the elven ranger Tyraine. The ranger headed by them was particularly bright Eyes, unlike everyone else, he wore a red chain mail, a red cape, carrying a huge Phoenix war bow, carrying a big sword unlike any other.
 When he saw Zul'jin, who was nailed to the ground and struggling to become weaker and weaker, the ranger captain's eyes showed a bit of relaxation, but when he saw the figure standing beside Zul'jin, his eyes rose again. There was a shame.
 "Captain Lor'themar. Theron!"
 Ranger Tyrion, who shouldn't be here, leaned on the tree trunk, wiped his sword with a handkerchief, and wiped off the last blood stain, he looked up and looked at the silent red ranger in front of him:
 "The chief of the Amani troll who tried to escape from prison, Quel'Thalas' recidivist Zul'jin has been captured!"
 The ranger shook his hand and threw a spell stone to his fellow clan in red armor. He said softly without a touch of emotion:
 "I was ordered by the Sun King and the Ranger General to come and take over the Ranger POW Camp! You can leave at any time and return to Quel'Thalas to do your job at your Prince's Palace."
 The Red Ranger stood on the spot, he squeezed the incantation stone in his hand, not knowing what to say, and Tyrion walked forward and patted his hand as he passed by Lor'themar Theron. On the shoulder, say softly:
 "So, dear seniors...it seems that you have to go back with failure."
 "boom"
 The curse stone in the hands of the red ranger was tightly clenched at this moment, and even made a deep voice, but in the end, he turned away without a word.
 At the moment when Lor'themar's figure disappeared in the forest, Tyrion stepped forward and stood in front of the Ranger Rangers in front of him, he said in a deep voice:
 "I'm Terion. Blade of Dawn! You all know me! I don't think I need to introduce myself again!"
 "From now on, I will be in charge of the prisoner of war camp! I brought the magical cage specially made for Zul'jin by the wizards of Silvermoon City, and I will transfer him to this cell in the first time!"
 "And, next, the first command I issued after serving as commander of the Hillsbrad Foothills Camp!"
 "Because of this bad escape, it is necessary to give restless prisoners a profound lesson! Therefore, I ordered!"
 "All prisoners except Zul'jin in the POW camp...were put to death!"
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 They call me the monarch of the dead, the eternal life, the trample of all things, the soul screamer, the war whipper.
 They say that I control all spirits, tear my fate, break the shackles, and oppress all beings.
 They satirized me to use blood as a bait to weave the end of the world with famine and war.
 They vilified me for using fear as a sword, and interpreted the end of the dusk with cruelty and indifference.
 They described me as bringing destruction, hatred, anger, spreading despair, wanton arrogance, refusing to be confused, and arrogance.
 They are just a group of cowards. When I arrived, they could only hide in their dens and tremble, no matter the warrior or the king, in the shadow of all things I raised, or kneel down! Either die!
 But they are right, this is me…
 This is… the undead king of Azeroth!
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 Is death a new beginning?
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 In the world of Xianxia, a sword flies to the immortal, cutting all cause and effect.
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 This is the story of a traveler, an endless world of reincarnation.
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 【All people + survival + natural disasters + all races + cool articles + unlimited supplies + no saint】 
 After waking up, all people travel through the raft survival game. 
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 Lin Bei has no worries about food and drink, and the raft is upgraded. 
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 [Ding! Give Liu Ruyan a bottle of water, return 10,000 bottles. ] 
 [Ding! Give Tian Yueyue a piece of bread, return 10,000 yuan. ] 
 [Ding! Give Song Jiajia ten pieces of wood, return 100,000 pieces of wood. ] 
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 When an ordinary player vomits blood in order to single out the BOSS, the god-level beast king knelt down in front of him, willing to sacrifice his life in order to serve the gods.
 When ordinary players continue to die in order to trigger adventures, the world’s experts take the initiative to find him and offer their treasures as sacrifices.
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 Zhou Mu finds himself remaining in a single-player VR game despite having decided to quit after platinum-ing the entire game. However, he realizes that the world has completely changed. Realizing life in the game is better, he continues on with his in-game name, William Kane.
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 Zhou Mu was completely lost.
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 The protagonist of the Eastern Han Dynasty expressed that he only wanted to farm silently, but he got an achievement system. Farewell My Concubine, the Great Wall of China, the unification of the thirteen states, the Fenglangjuxu…… unlock achievements to get rich rewards.
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 Gu Shanhai saw the great world of the heavens, and took the life of the third life. 
 The gods of the world forged an eternal Utopia with blood and fire. 
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 An overnight inexplicable love, a virtual simulation game called “Unfinished To Be Continued”…
 Everything has gradually changed drastically!
 The magical profession of manipulating animals, the legendary story of the demon wise man.
 This is a virtual legend, a fabulous legend!
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 The civil engineer thought that he had reincarnated in the magical continent and became a wood, earth, water warlock tragically, and when he was still wondering where the blood of the bear of the earth came from, the son of the heavenly chosen next door summoned the player. Looking at the lives of others, Hill just wanted to hide well.
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 Ten years later, this is an era where everyone invades another world! 
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 When your parents, relatives, friends and even the society look askance at e-sports and think that you are not doing your job properly, if you really love e-sports, all you have to do is give them a decisive look! 
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 【Shelter + Business Construction + Doomsday Rotation + Steady Male Lead】 
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