Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 14 13. Orc Killer (Part 1)

Nearly twenty days ago, Great Chief Orgrim personally led the main force of the orcs and crossed the Khaz Modan sea area under the cover of the red dragon.

The raid commanded by the great chief broke through the human frontline Nanhai Town, allowing the orcs to gain a firm foothold, but standing in front of the tribe, there were also the heavily assembled city of Tarren Mill, Dunholde Castle, and the city of magic Darren. Laran.

These three important military sites were like a line, firmly blocking the tribe's progress, and even if the orcs conquered these tough bones, there was still a natural danger in the Alterac Mountains that curved forward.

It happened to block their way into the hinterland of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

This kind of terrain is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Sir Lothar, the commander of the human kingdom, is obviously a commander with rich experience in war. Before the arrival of the orcs, he prepared a "welcome" scene for the green skins.

Facing the determined counterattack strategy of the human side, the great chief Orgrim's attempt to defeat the kingdom's fighting spirit and end the war in a short time can be said to have been shattered.

Unless, the orcs can win by surprise on the land where humans have lived for nearly three thousand years.

And these grand strategies are all issues that the chiefs think about. The orc warriors of the small clan only need to execute the necessary tactical offensive, such as now.

The one who attacked Danga Locke was the Orc Bonechewer Clan, which was once a first-class clan in the world of Dellano, but unfortunately, they were unlucky in the destructive upheaval of the Orc World and became a vassal of the Shattered Hand Clan.

They were among the first clans of orcs to drink the blood of demons.

The violent power surged in their bodies, making these orcs bigger, but also more brutal and brainless.

At this time, in Danga Locke Castle, Captain Darren Iron Mountain, the commander of the place, who was carrying a blood-stained dwarf battle axe, heard from his quartermaster that Braike had saved the castle.

The dwarf, who braided his golden beard into big braids, took the opportunity to rest from the front line and hurried to see Bo Laike.

And listened to his plan.

The plan is divided into three steps.

First, the dwarven Gryphon Rider lifts off, dropping him into the orc stronghold.

Then, the dwarves launched a feint to attract the attention of the orc, and then he performed the task of assassinating the little chieftain of the orc clan behind the enemy.

In the end, take advantage of the chaos of the orcs losing their commander and win a big victory.

The plan was bold and simple.

There is nothing difficult to understand in terms of language, and the straightforward style of the dwarf commander's evaluation of this is also quite concise and rude.

"You're crazy!"

The dwarf captain in front of me, who was only about 1.3 meters tall, with a beautiful beard and heavy armor, shouted to Bu Laike, who was moving his body and adapting to the new leather armor, with a dwarf-specific loud voice:

"The life of each of my brothers is precious! There are at least five hundred green skins around that camp!"

"If you don't take risks, you won't even survive three days!"

Bu Laike also choked back mercilessly in a dwarf-like roaring tone. He pointed at the short captain in front of him and shouted:

"Don't brag that you dwarves are fearless, courage can't be eaten, let alone shot out! Your ammunition is enough for your firepower to suppress for a few days?

The orcs have sent assassins.

I can help you once, but I can't help you a second time! "

He looked at the stubborn dwarf captain in front of him and kept shaking his head. Dealing with these stone heads should be simple and direct, not beating around the bush.

The dwarf captain leaned on his blood-stained battle ax with a beard and a stare.

speak loudly:

"I thank you for saving my quartermaster and my castle, but I am the commander of this place, and I am responsible for my soldiers! I do not question your courage, human assassin.

I simply question your strength, whether you can complete the task of assassinating the chief! "

"swish"

Something was thrown in front of the dwarves. It was more than two dozen orc heads piled together. The heads the size of a leather ball were thrown out of a magic backpack.

It's pretty shocking to put together.

"These are the 'trophies' I harvested along the way from the wetlands."

Bu Laike said in a deep voice:

"I am a Kul Tiran, and I survived the naval battle of Khaz Modan, but my fallen brothers watch from the sky.

All I need is for you to launch a feint attack and create a chance for me to assassinate!

I am the only one who is really desperate.

If I fail, then I am dead, and you can fall back and continue to defend.

But if I succeed, you will share in the glory of victory, and more importantly, your brothers and sisters who are already tired will survive.

And all you need to pay is a griffin and a feint attack. After being oppressed and beaten by the orcs for five days, don't you have any fire in your heart? "

"boom"

Captain Darren Iron Mountain had just chopped off three orc battleaxes and slammed them on the ground. He glared at Bo Laike angrily, and shouted:

"You are not allowed to question the courage of the copperbeard dwarves! Since you, a skinny human like a stick, dare to die, what do we dwarves have to be afraid of?

Anyway, here in the hills, there is no reinforcements for us.”

"Clean up, ten minutes later, the griffin will take you into the sky!"

The dwarf captain yelled, grabbed his tomahawk and walked out. The quartermaster Talma, who was simply bandaged, also stepped forward with respect and handed several things to Bu Laike.

A shackle lock just found.

Dwarven craftsmanship, strong and light.

The dwarven double-barreled musket with the sawed-off barrel was just right for carrying in his arms. When he suddenly drew the gun and attacked, the caliber was large enough. When two bullets were fired at close range, even the orc's big face couldn't stand it.

Finally a couple of midget bombs.

It's made in a strange shape, covered with small spikes on the surface, and can barely be picked up with one hand. It doesn't need a lead wire. Those clever little engineers installed a flint ignition device on it.

Just snap it, throw it, and it will explode in two seconds.

"Salute to you, warrior!"

The dwarf gave Bo Laike a stormpike salute, shouting:

"Please tell me your name. If you don't come back, the Stormpike clan will spread the word of your heroic deed today throughout the Seven Kingdoms of Mankind!"

"My name is Bu Laike, Bu Laike. Shaw."

Bo Laike glanced at the female dwarf, and he said in a strange tone:

"You make it sound like I'm really not coming back.

But I’m actually quite sure. Also, tell Captain Darren for me, if I come back alive, can you give me the job of executing the orc captives?

All my comrades in arms died at their hands.

I hate them! "

——

Fifteen minutes later, a huge griffin flapped its wings from the clouds and slowly descended.

This fantasy creature with an eagle in the front and a lion in the back is very handsome. It is a war beast of the Wildhammer dwarves. It is naturally loyal, brave and well-trained.

It can carry three dwarf warriors at a time, or two human riders.

"Hey, human warrior, the orc camp is below, how do you go down?"

Riding a griffin, the Wildhammer dwarf rider with a flying hammer in his waist and green goggles yelled in the wind:

"I can't put you too low, there are blood ring hunters in the camp, those bastards will find my griffin, but too high, you will fall and die."

"I'm an assassin, how could I fall to my death?"

Laike put the shackle in his hand on his arm, took a deep breath, and said to the dwarven rider who brought him:

"The louder you make a noise in front, the better, the more orcs you attract from the camp, the higher the probability that I will succeed in assassinating the chief.

Just stop here, don't send it away. "

After finishing speaking, the newly promoted pirate like a rib man turned over and fell roaring from a height of nearly a hundred meters above the ground.

Of course he wasn't going to die.

In the howling wind that fell head-on to the camp, Bu Laike summoned the shadow to add to his body and entered stealth in the air. The power from hell raised his shadow affinity to the middle level.

The perception of shadows is more acute, and the stealth skill has been used many times, and it has been practiced to the proficiency. This will be added to the head-on wind, and will not escape from the stealth state.

To be honest, Bo Laike is pretty handsome at this time.

Changed into a human leather armor, so that his image is no longer a bad mix and match style.

With a hood and a face covering on his head, only a pair of eyes were exposed, and the shadows wrapped around his body, falling quickly, exuding a posture that drifted like black smoke.

It's a pity that only he, who is in the shadows, can see this appearance clearly.

He looked at the ground getting closer and closer, lifted the lock in his hand, and when he was more than ten meters away from the ground, he slammed the lock in his hand.

Pirate skill. Jump hook lock (primary), activate.

"swish"

The shackle entwined by the shadows was pulled out like a whip, and wrapped around the lower branch for two weeks, making Bo Laike fly three and a half times around the trunk like an acrobat.

After removing the kinetic energy from his body, he stepped on the tree trunk like a black cat, and with a flick of his hand, the hook lock was released, leading him to fall to the grass on the ground.

Stealth is broken when landing, but after a few seconds, it goes back into stealth.

He lay down in the grass at the edge of the orc camp, poked his head out, and looked around. The camp was built in the style of the old tribal orcs. In layman's terms, it was messy.

But the place where the leader lives is easy to identify.

In the only decent two-story wooden building in the camp, there stood a tall, armored orc, hunched over, looking out in the direction of Danga Locke's castle.

It holds a white spine battle ax in its right hand, and there is a strange symbol on the battle flag behind it.

That's the mark of the Bonechewer clan.

The most conspicuous symbol of this little orc chieftain was his left hand, which was severed from the wrist, and replaced with a black, hideous, machete-like fist blade.

Representing that he also follows the violent forces of the Shattered Hand clan.

Bo Laike licked his lips, thinking that if there was a piece of gum to chew on, it might be a lot more comfortable.

He did not draw his weapon in the shadows.

Instead, he took out the six dwarf bombs given to him by the female dwarf from the magic pattern bag, placed them in front of him, and estimated the throwing distance.

He tiptoedly took the bomb and moved ten yards to the wooden building where the orc chief was.

He is waiting.

A few minutes later, the loud sound of war drums sounded from the direction of Danga Locke Castle, and a group of Griffin Riders pierced through the sky, whistling and flying above the orc camp, constantly dropping bombs, messing up the camp.

"The earth mice are counterattacking! Haha, they are fighting to the death!"

Seeing this scene, the orc chief on the wooden building laughed instead of anger.

He yelled at the guards beside him:

"They've rushed out of their rat's nest, they've lost hope, and the victory belongs to the Bonchewers! Now, send out all the Wolf Riders!

All fighters press on!

That castle is ours!

Hack all the dirt rats and leave me their leader, and I will take his life myself! "

Soon, the orcs in the entire camp rushed to the battlefield roaring and roaring, their eyes were bloody and their breaths were heavy, obviously unable to bear the hunger and thirst for destruction in their hearts.

The chief also carried his weapon Shi Shiran, and under the protection of several guards, he walked down the wooden building. There were howling wolves beside him. Obviously, he also wanted to go into battle in person.

"swish"

Laike held the two dwarf bombs in his hands, ignited them, delayed for a second, and then threw them hard, hitting the feet of the orc war wolf and the guards, and exploded.

Then two more bombs were dropped, causing another explosion, and the last two were also dropped. In the flames, Bo Laike lifted Werther's leg and threw out the grappling hook.

It was pinned precisely on the chief who had escaped from the sea of ​​flames, and was pulled towards the roaring chief while being pulled.

The moment he landed, the tide spell in his right hand suddenly activated.

"boom"

Amidst the sound of the tidal waves, Chief Bonechewer, who was holding an ax and slashed at the attacker, and four guards around him who were seriously injured by the explosion, were knocked to the ground by the impact of magic power at the same time.

The rib man also appeared coldly from the shattered shadows, with a wooden hammer in his left hand and a dagger in his right, hitting the chief's head one after the other.

within three seconds

praise you!

(end of this chapter)