Lor'themar obviously had different ideas. He looked at the disgusting head in his hand. The slightly mystical ranger captain raised his eyebrows and said:

"Or we can bring it to Dalaran, which is closer. I believe that His Royal Highness, who is extremely knowledgeable in magic, must have a similar method to completely eliminate the threat of Zul'jin... And the elimination of this threat will also

It will make the prince's reputation in Quel'Thalas even higher! Dar'Khan has been opposing His Highness the Prince in the Silver Moon Council, and he is a restless and dangerous person!"

Faced with this idea, Tyrion did not stop him, he just shrugged:

"Just go with it. Anyway, this is the best we two rangers can do...be careful!"

Before he finished speaking, Lor'themar, who had his back to the dark forest behind him, was thrown to the ground by Tyrion. The whistling ax flew out of the dark forest at the same moment, almost grazing Tyrion's hair.

It cut hard into the trunk of the tree behind it, causing flying wood debris.

Under the weak firelight in the forest, Saurfang, who was carrying a battle ax, rushed out of the forest with the remaining orc soldiers. At a glance, he saw the mutilated body of Zuljin, who had lost his head on the ground.

The ultimate failure of the mission, coupled with the humiliation brought about by the loss of soldiers and generals, was like a burning rage that instantly burned away Saurfang's remaining sanity.

"boom"

The thick tree trunk hugged by the three people collapsed under Saurfang's furious blow. The orc warlord's eyes were bloodshot, like a demon in the firelight. The spine battle ax in his hand pointed forward, where Tyrion

and Lor'themar's figure had rushed into the dark forest.

"Charge! Charge over!"
Chapter completed!