Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 15: 14. Orc Killer (Part 2)

Chapter 15 14. Orc Killer (Part 2)

The Tide Charm attacked the hand, the enemy was close at hand, and was stunned by magic.

made the dagger handed by Black unable to be defended, and wore the title of "Orc Killer", which seemed to have a slight movement correction when the skeleton man faced the enemy orcs.

A moment of cold light rushed up with blood, and the sharp dagger pierced directly into the left eyeball of the bone-biting chief.

Pain made the fallen chief want to roar and struggle.

But the three-second stun of the magic shock was something he couldn't avoid. He was just a small chief, a small person, not a hero in those legends.

"boom"

Werther's legs slammed into the head of the guard beside the chief. Black released his dagger in the second second, rolled on the spot, and lifted the skull tomahawk that the orc chief had dropped on the ground.

raised it above his head with one hand, and then slashed down.

"Poof"

Blood splattered.

The sharp battle axe slashed in along the neck and was blocked by the neck guard of the chief, but the spine was still cut off after the heavy slash.

Assassination completed!

Less than two seconds, it looks easy and freehand, but in fact it is extremely dangerous. If it wasn't for the "little artifact" like the Tide Charm in his hand, Black would never come here to die.

Surrounded by five wounded orcs, the moment he appeared to assassinate, he would be chopped into meat sauce.

But that's what gear is all about.

Help the user overcome the enemy and win.

In the third second of 's dizziness, Blake grabbed the blood-stained battle axe, flicked his wrist, and the heavy weapon roared and flew towards the guard furthest away from him.

Deadly Throw!

"Poof"

Another ray of blood lit up. At such a close distance, the battle axe that rolled twice smashed into the chest of the severely injured orc, pushing him out with kinetic energy.

When falls to the ground, he loses his life.

Two streams of heat poured into Blake's body, the larger one was absorbed, and the smaller one was thrown into the soul-inducing lamp around his waist.

This chief seems to be a "rare monster".

also has the bonus of perfect assassination, the heat flowed in for a moment, the pirate class of the character card jumped from level 14 to level 15, and there was an additional skill in the skill bar.

But before Blake could see, he was pinned to the ground by the orcs who rushed towards him.

The orc roared, his teeth were cracked, his distorted face was like that of a demon, his hands were stuck on Black's neck, and in just a split second, the skeleton man heard the click of his spine being overwhelmed.

These violent orcs are really not to be underestimated. One mistake will usher in a burial place.

"boom"

The pirate was struggling, curled up his left leg, and slammed against the beastman lying on his body, pressing it on his crotch, causing the orcman's eyes to bulge out for a moment.

The Achilles heel of all males was raided, leaving him with pain on his face.

The sharp murloc knife was taken out of the luggage, caught in Black's hand, and stabbed upwards fiercely, stabbed into the orc's chin from below, and inserted diagonally upwards into the brain.

The title of orc killer is really useful.

In this kind of close combat, there is no need to think about it at all. As long as the stabbing knife is roughly in the right direction, with a slight movement correction, it will always pierce the deadly part of the orc.

But the crisis is not over yet.

The other two chief guards bent over to pick up their weapons, dragged their blood-stained bodies, and rushed towards Black again. The new pirate rolled on the ground with two punches, dodging the halberd's puncture in embarrassment.

This is pirate fighting.

Well, that's how pirates fight, they're not very particular about it.

When he just got up, the orc guards were already roaring and pounced, and Black had only a leg of Werther left, and no other weapons.

Do not.

one left.

He endured the pain on his neck, took out a musket with a sawn-off barrel from his arms, raised his hand and pulled the trigger, banging twice, and two lead bullets flew out from the muzzle.

At a distance of less than one meter, it slammed into the chest of the orc who rushed over.

It was like two heavy punches, pushing the jumping orc directly back to the ground. In the thick and pungent gunpowder, Blake had no time to reload, grabbed the empty gun, and made another fatal throw.

The slightly heavy musket swirled like a flying hammer, hitting the eye of the last orc, causing his slashing movement to go out of shape, and Blake also took the opportunity to pull away.

He moved his shoulders and looked at his waist and abdomen. There was a strain there, which was a little tingling. Taking advantage of the time when the orc stood up straight, he glanced at the character card.

Pirate class level 15 did not give talent, but gave him an active skill.

"Shadow Strike (Elementary). Attack with shadow power, causing extra damage."

"This"

Blake glanced at Werther's leg in his hand, silently inserted it back into his waist, and picked up two rough orc-style war knives from the side and grabbed them in his hands.

In the burning camp, with black smoke billowing, a thin human assassin and a seriously injured orc guard, three meters away, one tall and one short, were looking at each other.

The Assassin moved his shoulders, posing a Kul Tiras military swordsmanship, while the Orc looked at the Chief's severed neck with red eyes.

It spit **** saliva towards the side, and regardless of the serious injury and weakness on the body, raised the halberd, shouted, and rushed towards Black.

The assassin also waved his two knives to meet him. The two knives slashed for a moment, and the shadow attack was launched. A black line was attached to the blade, making it look a little darker.

It is true that most of the pilgrims who walk on the road of shadows like to kill one-shot battles, but as a pirate, it is not always possible to launch an assassination.

It is necessary to seriously practice fighting swordsmanship.

It is really important to practice fighting swordsmanship at least before learning the "disappearance" skill that can instantly re-enter stealth after breaking forward.

In this way, at least if the assassination fails, you don’t have to worry about fighting head-on and being hacked to death easily.

And finally, what to say.

Isn't there an old saying ?

Every assassin has a warrior dream that has been hidden for many years.

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"Control the speed! Don't rush too fast!"

While Black was desperately trying to assassinate the Chief, Captain Darren Iron Mountain was also standing on a steam tank that had been re-installed under the Dangarok Hills in the dwarf castle.

He waved the 300 dwarves who were still able to fight, and formed an assault formation, making a full breakout feint.

The dwarf mortars and musketeers in the back were also projecting firepower towards the beast crowd in front of them at the fastest speed. The bullets flew like raindrops, and the beastmen who rushed over could not lift their heads.

But the brave and violent orcs have received the order of the chief Halkan Skullbreaker.

They also pressed the entire army to kill all the dwarves who "escaped".

The front of the formation, the dwarf warrior with the hammer and shield, has been fighting with the berserkers of the Bonechew clan, but the cunning dwarf commander has chosen a good terrain.

The formation that was rushing up from the orcs couldn't be formed at all, and could only be suppressed by the condescending dwarves.

"Why haven't you seen the flare?"

Captain Darren stood on the steam tank, holding a large-caliber musket in his hand, knocked over the fastest orc warrior with one shot, and threw the gun to the adjutant.

He looked anxiously at the orc camp. Although he had no hope of Black's assassination, he still couldn't help but want to see a miracle happen.

If there is really no miracle, then rely on the more than 300 dwarves under his men who are wounded.

They hold on for three more days at most, and they will be finished.

"That human must be dead."

The lieutenant of the captain, of course, is also a dwarf. He also looks like a hunter. He holds a delicate spear and wears a green mountain ranger shirt.

Behind the tank was a roaring brown bear.

That is the adjutant's pet.

"Although Halkan Skullbreaker is not a famous orc, I heard that he also hacked to death a knight in front of him when he attacked Stormwind City."

The adjutant handed the loaded rifle to the captain and said regretfully:

"That human assassin is quite courageous, but with his strength, if he wants to sneak attack on such an elite orc, it is almost impossible to win.

As I said before, that was to send him to death.

However, that human being is worthy of being a warrior under the command of Admiral Dai Lin, but it is as worthy of praise as the admiral His Excellency's prowess in spreading the seven kingdoms.

He didn't give his country anything."

"Whoosh"

Some chatty dwarf adjutants had not finished speaking when they saw a red flare, rushing straight into the sky from a distance.

"Muradin's beard is on! He really did it!"

Captain Darren Iron Mountain looked at the signal flare above his head in surprise. He exclaimed in a dwarf style for a moment, but then his eyes lit up, he grabbed the horn beside him, and blew with his cheeks puffed up.

"woo woo woo"

The low and powerful sound of the horn spread throughout the battlefield. The dwarves who were still feinting at each other glanced at each other, roared in unison, swung their weapons, and charged forward with their short legs.

The griffin knights who were transporting the wounded away heard the sound of the horn, and they also turned around and flew towards the orc camp.

Just a few minutes later, the kerosene and torches that fell from the sky quickly ignited the place.

There are also "spies" arranged in advance.

The cunning captain was ready. After the horn sounded, some dwarves who could speak the orcish language roared loudly, imitating the battle cry of the orcs, and shouted:

"The Skullbreaker is dead! We're done!"

"Human reinforcements are coming from behind! This is a trap! They are killing us!"

"The camp is on fire! We're dead!"

"Our army is defeated!"

"Run, run!"

The dwarves' voices are notoriously loud throughout Azeroth, and they would shout indiscriminately throughout the melee, but they also stopped some simple-minded orcs from fighting.

It's even more terrifying.

Really like the clumsy battle cry of the dwarves, they looked back, and the direction of the camp was really burning. If it wasn't for the fact that the Skullsplitter chief who sat there was actually dead, how could he have allowed the camp to catch fire?

These dwarves are screaming for real!

Humans are here for reinforcements!

The breakout of the dwarves today is just a bait!

They must have gotten the news in advance, just to flank them back and forth and kill all the orcs who have stepped into the dead!

The flames of panic were lit.

The dwarves' imposing charge was also like a whip, slamming the bewildered orcs fiercely. They drank the blood of demons, and those manic powers burned their brains.

Let their wisdom go away from them.

This is the curse of power.

"Win! We win!"

Captain Darren laughed wildly. Under his command, the 300 dwarf remnants were like heavy hammers, slamming into the panicked orcs.

At first it was just an escape of one or two people, but it quickly turned into a rout.

Orcs obviously have a numerical advantage.

"Rush! Rush! Crush the greenskin!"

Excited dwarves stand on steam tanks, wielding battle axes and yelling.

The ecstasy of this moment made the dwarf a little carried away, and it also reminded him of the request from Black to the quartermaster Tarma Thunderspear before the war.

The bearded dwarf captain thought for a moment, then he was equally excited behind him, and the adjutant who was sniping those fleeing orcs with a rifle shouted:

"Grave, you bring a few lads and bring back a group of orc prisoners."

"Um?"

was commanding the big brown bear pet, and the hunter adjutant who slapped the orcs around was stunned for a moment.

He scratched his head, and with the dwarf's unique simplicity, he asked:

"Darren, why are you working so hard? You're going to be killed anyway, we don't have time to take prisoners, these greenskins should be damned!"

"It's a gift!"

The dwarf captain jumped from the steam tank with his battle axe, carrying the violent weapon, and said to his adjutant:

"A gift for our Mr. Orc Killer! He asked for the right to execute, as a way to comfort his comrades who died in the waters of Khaz Modan.

I heard that the prince of Kul Tiras also died in that battle

Alas, these greenskins bring too much disaster.

That was a prince, and he died so unclearly like an ordinary person. "

The hunter Greif, who said this, was also sad.