Ranger Legend of Azeroth Chapter 82

In this way, a strange scene appeared on the scene.

On the hillside, 20 elves sat on the grass talking and chatting, and more than 230 trolls were also resting and chatting on the hillside.

They are 100 meters apart, and there is nothing wrong with each other, and the atmosphere is very harmonious. That's right! The atmosphere is very harmonious. Because there is an elf or troll among them running back and forth and greeting each other.

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And Habayashi Blood Eagle's words are also very boring, it's nothing more than whether you have eaten it? What did you eat? What kind of meat do you eat? It's too barbaric, we have magic bread here, do you want to eat it? I'll give you some, it's too hard to run such a long way, and I have to go back later. Eat some, or you will have no strength and no poison!

The elf translator who ran back and forth really ate half a piece of bread in front of the trolls, and some of the trolls really ate it, and there was nothing wrong with it. Later, the elf who sent the message simply stood near the middle and didn't return, because Habayashi Blood Eagle's nonsense was too much.

Yubayashi Xueying shouted here, and when he heard it, he translated it to the troll. And the troll simply sent a troll who could speak Elvish to the middle, and if he had something to say to the troll, the troll would speak to the elf.

The battle has been fought for this reason, and the officers and officers of the Far Traveler have been speechless. They killed more than 70 people just now, and the blood has not been shed yet, and now they are actually giving them bread.

Later, the officers on both sides couldn't find anything to talk to, so the two translators in the middle started talking again. At first, it was because the elf translator felt thirsty, so he made a bottle of water with the water making technique and drank it. The troll translator was also thirsty, but he didn't know how to make water, so he said to the elf translator, I'm thirsty too, give me a bottle.

The elf translator didn't speak, just threw the water over and made another bottle to drink. Because he was bored for a while, he made another bread and drank while eating. The troll translator had already been on the road for a long time, but now he was thirsty and hungry after a long time, and asked the elf for bread. The elf translator made him a piece of bread, and he ate it in two or three bites. Seeing the elf translator frowning and biting the bread, he took a few bites and stopped eating, throwing the bread on the ground.

The troll ran over and frightened the elf translator, thinking that the other party was attacking him, and hurriedly backed away, but the troll ran over to pick up the bread dropped by the elf and retreated, and ate it after a few mouthfuls with a smile on his face.

The elf translator asked: "You have eaten all of them, are you still not full?"

The troll translator said, "I can eat three more."

The elf translator really didn't believe it.

"Really!" said the troll translator.

The elf translator really made three more breads for him, and the troll really finished eating three, and asked for a bottle of water.

Seeing the troll's huge appetite, the elf translator was quite surprised and asked, "Is it delicious?"

"Delicious!" said the troll translator.

Of course the elf translator didn't believe it. How could he not know about the magic bread he made himself? It's amazing enough to be able to eat one, but how hungry you have to be if you can still eat so much.

"Are you full?" the elf translator asked again.

"I'm full!" The troll translator said with a smile: "I've never eaten so full, it's so comfortable!"

"Are you often hungry?" asked the elf translator.

"Yes! Sometimes I can't hunt prey for a day, so I have to be hungry." The troll translator said.

"How can there be no prey in the forest?" asked the elf translator.

"Everyone is hunting, and I'm not the only one. What's so strange about not being able to hunt?" The troll translator felt that the elf's question was too idiotic: "Besides, most of the forest is controlled by you elves, and the scope is so big. Don't dare to go too far to hunt.”

"Then don't you grow something to eat?" The elf translator asked, "Just like human beings."

"Growing corn is not enough to eat. There are too many people, so we can only share a little bit. Eat a little bit when you can't catch the prey, otherwise it will be very uncomfortable." The troll translator said.

"Aren't you all full to eat and come to fight with us?" asked the elf translator.

"Yeah, there is something to eat when you fight, and you won't die of starvation!" said the troll translator.

"Why is there something to eat during the war?" The elf translator asked the troll strangely. The elf translator didn't understand what fighting had to do with eating, because the elves never had any problems with it.

"War chiefs will send things, and..." The troll translator pointed to the corpses of more than 70 trolls on the ground.

The elf translator retched. He had heard of trolls eating people, but seeing a pile of corpses was completely different from when the trolls admitted to eating corpses.

"So you fight because you have something to eat!" The elf smiled wryly.

"Of course, it's not for eating, so why beat it? When we were hunting, someone snatched my prey, so I beat him too." The troll translator said.

"Didn't you say that Silvermoon City was built on your ancient holy land, and that's why you came to attack us?" asked the elf translator.

"I don't know about those. I only know that if you fight, you don't have to go hungry, and the chief will return things." The troll translator said.

"What do you give?" The elf translator asked curiously.

"Such a big bag of corn!" The troll translator gestured.

The elf interpreter couldn't help laughing. That would only weigh about fifty or sixty catties. He smiled and said, "Then I'll give you two big bags of corn, can you help me break it?"

The troll translator nodded, then immediately shook his head and said, "You can't beat them with fewer people, but it's easy for us to beat you with more people!" He pointed to 20 elves and then more than 200 trolls.

Sure enough, everyone likes more people beating less people, and trolls are the same. If Habayashi Xueying knew what the troll said, he would probably be grateful and say that he finally found a comrade!

"But our people are amazing! You see, 20 people killed 70 of you!" said the elf translator.

"That doesn't help, we have more people!" The troll interpreter said: "You elves run around when you don't have any warriors."

"Didn't run just now!" said the elf translator.

"Usually you all run, but one of them also ran just now, that one. When others chased him, he always ran around and didn't dare to fight!" The troll translator pointed to Habayashi Xueying who was chatting with the officers of the Far Traveler.

Habayashi Blood Eagle was stunned for a moment, seeing the troll pointing at him from a distance, he asked the elf translator what the troll said.

The elf interpreter shouted over there: "Sir, that troll said you are not a warrior. You were the only one running away when everyone else was fighting just now."

The words translated by the elves made the Farstrider officers laugh unceasingly. The troll vanguard commander also saw the situation here and asked what was going on. Hearing the reply from the troll translator, he also laughed and said: "Yes! Yes! It's that coward who has been shooting arrows around the periphery and dare not approach."

Yulin Xueying couldn't hold back his face and said: "Tell him that this is called flying a kite, and he doesn't understand this kind of high-tech work! I will remember him, and I will beat him after I finish spanking the chief officer's ass."

The troll interpreter heard the elf's message, and said: "He is too timid to fight, so he makes excuses. I want to fight him one-on-one, and ask him if he dares?"

The elf translator shouted again: "Sir, he said that you are too timid to fight, and I want to fight you one-on-one! Ask if you dare."

Habayashi Blood Eagle is so angry, tmd, how dare an ordinary soldier despise me? Anyway, I'm also Queen Xi. The big boss is trained. Although I can't reach the boss level, it is still an elite level! You kid, an ordinary soldier, dares to challenge me, isn't that courting death? Then he said to the elf translator: "Tell him, it's okay to fight, but whoever loses will be the slave of the other party."

The troll translator agreed, but the troll forward commander also noticed the situation here and asked the troll translator what was going on. The troll spoke out. The troll forward commander said: "I'll fight him one-on-one. Whoever loses will lead the people over there to surrender. Let's see if he dares. There are only 20 people on his side. I have more than 230 people here, and he is 10 more than him." He took advantage of it."

The elf interpreter sent word back.

Yubayashi Xueying cursed angrily: "I'm a **** wild monster and dare to come, right? Ask him if he loses, what if his subordinates don't agree to surrender?"

The elf interpreter sent word back.

The troll forward commander over there yelled loudly at his subordinates, and his subordinates all booed loudly, and then the elf translator sent back a message saying that their subordinates over there agreed. It seems that the troll forward commander is very prestigious.

Dueling is generally a very sacred thing in Azeroth, and once it is determined, there are very few regrets. To say that the person who is most likely to repent is Habayashi Blood Eagle, who is not from Azeroth.

He didn't have this ideological awareness, so he didn't have to bear the burden. Anyway, he had made up his mind, if he lost, he would regret it, and at worst, he would kill all these trolls in the end. Things like this kind of medieval chivalry are already extinct on the earth, Habayashi Blood Eagle thinks so.

Yubayashi Xueying rushed down angrily, and 1617 each took 10 dark night walkers to follow quietly.

The troll over there saw that there was indeed only one person coming down from the opponent. The forward commander of the troll waved his subordinates to stop in place. He picked up a big ax and a big shield and walked towards the center. One duelist, two translators.

"Who are you? Are you so arrogant?" Yulin Xueying asked.

"Zuga, who are you?" the troll vanguard commander asked him.

"Habayashi Blood Eagle, Baron Quel'Thalas, the lord of Sarantis Island, isn't he powerful?" Habayashi Blood Eagle said, thinking what does this guy have to do with Zujin? How come they all have the same last name.

"I, I am also a chief, although I am small," said the troll forward commander. In terms of status, he is not very confident.

"Do you know Zujin? If you know him, I won't fight with you. Zujin and I are good friends!" Yubayashi Xueying said, thinking it's better to ask. If he is someone from Zujin's big boss, he is at least at the level of a small boss. We, a small elite, may not be able to pick him.

"Who is Zujin?" Zuga asked.

"The great chief of the Darkspear troll!" Yulin Xueying said, thinking that you don't recognize him, so you have to fight him.

"You'll be friends with trolls, too?" Zuga asked.

"Why not?" Yubayashi Xueying said: "Zujin is a good person, but he is too suspicious."

"If you lose, I can also treat you as a friend!" Zujia said.

"If you lose, I don't necessarily regard you as a friend. To be my friend requires some skills." Habayashi Xueying laughed.

"I won't kill you if you lose, and I won't let others kill you!" Zujia said.

Chapter end