He knew exactly what this meant-there were truly few people left in all of Quel'Thalas who could reliably keep these two in check.
"Am I really that useless?" Yu Lin Bloodhawk froze, stunned by the blow to his confidence, and could not help muttering blankly to himself.
What the hell was this? Look at them! They split a single portion of Bronze Dragon source power between them, and that took them straight from the peak of the high ranks into the ranks of true Legendaries. And me? I had an entire portion of Blue Dragon source power all to myself! But... why the hell am I still a Pseudo-Legendary? Comparing people really does make you want to die, just as comparing goods makes you want to throw the inferior ones away. Turns out I'm the shoddy goods, the damned useless one! It was not that he had failed to work hard, nor that he did not want to become a true Legendary. He had worked hard, and he wanted to improve, but he simply could not find the door to that realm.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk turned his gaze toward the two squadrons.
These two squadrons had undergone equally earthshaking changes. They were troops personally instructed and trained, step by step, by two Legendary Rangers.
The Rangers of the Snow Leopard Squad had become more agile and light-footed, like ghostly cats hunting on mountain peaks. They no longer relied on agility alone. Every movement carried a rhythm precise to the smallest fraction, as though every step landed on a node in the threads of time. Their eyes were sharp as blades, yet held the cold composure unique to veterans, tempered through brushes with life and death.
The Rangers of the Dire Wolf Squadron looked steadier and more imposing. Each stood like