"Huh...huh."

General Lilesa supported her body with the sniper bow in her hand. She was breathing heavily. The sweat on her forehead wet her hair, making her look a little embarrassed. But when the rangers looked back, their

The general is like a flagpole, standing upright behind the battle line. This is also the source of morale for the rangers.

Windrunner has cleared the sky of threats for them, and what they have to do is to pierce the sharp arrows into the bodies of those savage orcs when they rush over. This is very simple!

The flames of war in the dark night illuminated General Lylessa's pale face. She looked back in the direction of Silvermoon City. Her two daughters and son were guarding there. She was not only insisting here as a ranger general, but also as a general.

A mother who protects her daughter.

"Oh, Tyrion, my son, if you were still here... I would definitely feel a lot more relaxed."

But just when Lyleissa Windrunner was seizing every minute to regain her energy, in the burning forest, the chief of the Stormrage clan was watching everything in front of him with interest in the shadow of the flames.

.

To be honest, when Lilissa killed the young dragon, Gul'dan was also shocked. In his long life, he had never seen such a powerful ranger or such a deadly arrow, but after calming down

, Gul'dan developed a strong interest in the Ranger General himself. He had a very curious idea about this powerful and tenacious soul.

The last elf ranger Tyrion had brought him many, many surprises. He was looking forward to what rewards he would get from capturing the ranger general Lylessa. It was said that there was a very deep connection between this general and little Tyrion.

Intimate relationship?

"Haha, maybe... you are not emotionless?"

Gul'dan stretched out his fingers silently in the beating shadows, and quietly opened another call of hellfire. He narrowed his eyes. He had never forgotten the humiliation and frustration that Tyrion had brought to him, and he had never forgotten it through blood.

Demon, he already knew the great things Tyrion had done in the hills, which made him more and more interested in the so-called "real death knight".

The beating in those dark red eyes turned into a trace of undisguised malice:

"Maybe, this is your weakness?"

"It's cunning to pretend not to care about anything to protect what you really value, Tyrion, but unfortunately, I saw... What I'm more curious about is, what kind of sacrifice can you make for this soul?

The price!”
Chapter completed!