Berserk is a racial talent that all trolls have, but not every troll can maintain sanity in a berserk state, and perfectly control the increased power brought by berserk in their hands.

The prerequisite for becoming a frenzied headhunter is to be able to maintain sanity in a frenzied state.

Some trolls are born with this talent, while others can develop it through training.

Zul'jin is a prime example of a talented Rampage headhunter, and he's one of the strongest Rampage headhunters the trolls have ever seen.

The western front is not the main attack direction of the Drakkari troll. According to the information provided by Yatra, the Drakkari troll who leads the vanguard is not the core general of the clan, but a high-level elite who has not yet entered the legend.

Including Yatra, none of the Backlightblade thieves who came to Northrend early to scout intelligence could reach legend.

Legendary heroes are not Chinese cabbage, even the high elves with a deep background do not have so many legendary thieves.

After all, the main occupation of the high elves throughout the ages has always been the master mage, and the Backlighting Blade was officially established by Anasteria during the Troll War.

Among the existing members of Backlight Blade, including the leader Welles, Valeera, and Julian, there are only 4 legendary thieves in total.

Sharlayan has never seen the fourth legend of Backlight Blade. It is said that she has lived in the Kalimdor continent all year round and is in charge of all the intelligence affairs of Backlight Blade in Kalimdor.

That's right, this legendary thief is female just like Valeera. She is also a descendant of a noble family that rose during the Troll War. one.

Further down are high-level elites like Yatra. They are still some distance away from breaking through to legend, but they should be able to pass that hurdle in their lifetime.

Don’t think that Sharlayan and Valeera have many examples of being promoted to legends in the past few years. Apart from the great efforts they put in during their adventures and travels, their talent far above ordinary people is also one of the main reasons for their rapid progress. .

A sand sculpture netizen in another world once said a very subtle sentence.

"I tried" is the most worthless excuse.

"Do you know how hard XX is? Why can't he succeed?"

It's as if others don't work hard.

The society of people from another world is very introverted, and everyone is desperately trying to climb up.

Given the same amount of effort, gifted people will naturally achieve higher results.

Of course, this does not mean that hard work is useless. After all, hard work is the only way to realize talent.

Yatra's talent in the way of thieves is indeed inferior to Valeera, the chosen daughter, but this does not mean that his talent is poor, it's just that there are others.

After transforming into a panther and sneaking into the camp, Sharlayan's sharpened sense of smell first caught a strange smell.

When turning lightly around a mountain corner, Salayan's curiosity was satisfied, but at the same time, it also made him feel physically uncomfortable.

Sharlayan had heard long ago that trolls like to collect a strange material called mojo.

Mojo is a casting material that trolls must use when releasing voodoo spells and performing various rituals. It looks like a viscous, glowing liquid that is usually carried around in glass containers.

Sharlayan had seen mojo used by the Amani trolls' medicine cats before, but he had never seen one in action.

'vomit~'

The viscous purple liquid boiling in the cauldron made Sharlayan queasy, and the witch doctor on the night watch was still swaying some kind of glowing powder into the cauldron.

'These powders are... soul crumbs? '

Mojo is a unique spell-casting material for trolls, and it is usually extracted with the souls of animals, loa, and trolls.

Loa's magic essence is essentially their own magical blood, and animals are different from trolls, they really need to use their souls to temper successfully.

Suppressing the discomfort, Sharlayan carefully walked around the static totem arranged by the witch doctor, and slowly walked towards the animal skin tent where the leader was located along the planned route.

At the same time, Yatra and other thieves also sneaked into the camp one after another. Yatra's target is the troll witch doctor who is brewing the magic essence.

"Well!"

The seasoned Yatra only made the covered witch doctor make a half-short sound, and twisted the dagger stabbed into the heart from behind, completely cutting off the witch doctor's hope of survival.

The whole process took less than a second, and the static totem was not touched at all.

Afterwards, without anyone noticing, he dragged the witch doctor's body into the nearby grass.

Similar scenes are happening simultaneously in various corners of the camp.

Having grasped the information in advance, the action of Backlight Blade did not encounter any obstacles.

Among them is also the reason that the recent actions of the Drakkari Vanguard Army have been too smooth, causing them to be a little careless about night defense.

Entering the leader's tent without a sound, Sharlayan's black panther immediately smelled an unpleasant stench.

It was the smell of sweat that hadn't been bathed for a long time, the smell of stinky feet, and a bit of animal smell.

Temporarily holding his breath, Sharlayan walked to the floor on all fours. The furious headhunter who took off his leather armor to sleep was still snoring loudly.

"No!"

The severe pain from the neck awakened the violent headhunter from his deep sleep.

When he subconsciously wanted to yell, a furry leopard paw pressed his nose and mouth firmly.

"Crack!"

Before the troll leader could continue to struggle, Sharlayan's other leopard claw suddenly stepped on his neck bone and finally calmed the guy down.

Without any smell of blood, the leader of the Drakkari vanguard lying flat on the animal skin stared at the roof with wide eyes.

After turning back into human form, Sharlayan took out the one-handed ax obtained from the Iron Vrykul and placed it sideways beside the animal hide floor, and closed the eyelids of the dying troll.

[Attention, fingerprints are left behind! 】

[So what, Azeroth can still check fingerprints? 】

Sharlayan ignored the barrage of gags, and after completing the task, he turned back into a black panther and entered the stealth state again. He quietly left the camp and came to the predetermined location to meet the Blade of Backlight.

"Report the situation."

"1."

"1."

In order to save time outside the enemy's camp, Sharlayan made an agreement with the thieves before departure that 1 would be given for success and 0 for failure.

Thanks to the lack of vigilance of the Drakkari trolls on the western front, without exception, all the thieves successfully completed the task.

"Very good, evacuate immediately."

"At 4 o'clock in the morning, let's wait and see a good show."

…

As Sharlayan said, when it was time to wake up in the vanguard camp, the peaceful camp immediately exploded, and the angry roars of the trolls could be heard from a long distance away.

One of the older soldiers held up a large ax recovered from the chief's tent.

It is preliminarily determined that the leader's neck was broken by some kind of blunt instrument in his sleep, and it is basically definitely caused by the handle of the single-edged axe.

Without the help of magic, Azeroth's autopsy capabilities are extremely low.

Unfortunately, the witch doctor in the camp was killed by the thieves. It is unlikely that any witch doctor could arrive in time during the golden autopsy time of a few hours.

Besides, it's useless even if they come, the soul of the troll leader has been taken away by Sharlayan, and the witch doctors can't get useful clues through psychics.

Conclusive evidence was right in front of them, and the hot-headed Drakkari trolls unilaterally identified the murderer as an Iron vrykul.

As for why such a conspicuous thing as a large ax is used for infiltrating assassination, Sharlayan does not need to make up stories. Naturally, there are trolls who make logical and self-consistent speculations for this~lightnovelpub.net~ The Drakkari trolls in the camp would rush up without even thinking about it.

But the enemy is the endless pile of Iron Men in the Storm Peaks... it will be different again.

The remaining soldiers of the Vanguard Battalion passed the news of the Iron vrykul invasion and assassination to Gudak, the capital of the Drakkari trolls.

Around the western front camp, apart from the Iron vrykul who occasionally patrol across the border, no other intelligent race would use such heavy weapons.

Eliminate all wrong answers, and the remaining one will become the only solution no matter how unreasonable it is.

Gudak's high-level frost trolls would not immediately declare war on the storm cliff without getting too hot-headed.

They slowed down their plan to invade Crystalsong Forest as Sharlayan had expected, and instead transferred the remaining troops to the foot of the mountain at the junction with the Storm Cliff, posing a tough stance to speak out.

Of course, the negotiations of the Drakkari trolls are destined to be impossible to get a positive response from the steel army...or Loken behind them.