Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 15 14. The Orc Killer (Part 2)

The tidal charm started a sneak attack, the enemy was close at hand, and was stunned by the magic power.

So that the dagger handed out by Bu Laike cannot be defended, and he wears the title of "Orc Killer", so that when Ribman faces enemy orcs, there seems to be a slight movement correction.

For a moment, a cold light rushed up with blood, and the sharp dagger pierced directly into the left eyeball of Chief Bonechewer.

The pain made the fallen chief want to scream and struggle.

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

"boom"

Werther's leg smashed hard on the head of the guard next to the chief. Bu Laike let go of the dagger in the second second, rolled on the spot, and lifted the skull battle ax that the orc chief had dropped to the ground.

Hold it with one hand and raise it above your head, then chop it down hard.

"puff"

Blood splattered everywhere.

The sharp tomahawk slashed in along the neck and was blocked by the chief's neck guard, but the spine was still cut off after the powerful chop.

The assassination is complete!

In less than two seconds, it looks relaxed and freehand, but it is actually extremely dangerous. If it is not for the "little artifact" such as the tidal charm, Bo Laike will never come here to die.

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

But that's what gear is about.

Help users overcome the enemy.

In the third second of being stunned, Bo Laike 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!

"puff"

Another ray of blood lit up, and at such a short distance, the tomahawk rolled twice and slammed into the seriously injured orc's chest, pushing him out with kinetic energy.

When it fell to the ground, it was lifeless.

Two streams of heat poured into Laike's body, the larger one was absorbed, and the smaller one was thrown into the soul lamp on his waist.

The chief seems to be a "rare monster".

There was also the bonus of perfect assassination, and the heat flow rushed in for a moment. The pirate class of the character card jumped from level 14 to level 15, and there was an extra skill in the skill column.

But before Laike could look, he was pinned to the ground by the orcs rushing towards him.

The orc roared, his teeth were bared, his eyes were cleft, his face was distorted like a ghost, his hands were stuck on Laike's neck, and in just a moment, the rib man heard the clicking sound of his spine being overwhelmed.

These violent orcs really should not be underestimated, one mistake, they will usher in a place of burial.

"boom"

During the struggle, the pirate curled up his left leg, and slammed against the orc lying on his body, right on his crotch, making the orc's eyes protrude for a moment.

The Achilles' heel of all men was raided, leaving his face full of pain.

The sharp murloc knife was taken out of the bag, and Laike grabbed it in his hand, stabbed it upwards, pierced it into the orc's jaw from below, and inserted it into the brain obliquely upwards.

The title of orc killer is really easy to use.

In this kind of close combat, there is no need to think about it at all. As long as the stabbing knife is in the right direction, under the slight movement correction, it will always stab the fatal point of the orc.

But the crisis is not over yet.

Two other chief guards stooped to pick up their weapons, dragged their bodies covered in blood, and rushed towards Bu Laike again. The new pirate rolled his fists on the ground and avoided the piercing of the halberd in embarrassment.

This is pirate fighting.

Well, that's how pirates fight, not very particular.

When he just got up, the orc guards had already roared and rushed over, and Bo Laike only had a Werther's leg left in his hand, and no other weapons

Do not.

one left.

Enduring the pain from his neck, he took out the musket with the sawed-off barrel out of his arms, raised his hand and pulled the trigger, with two bangs, two lead bullets flew out of the muzzle.

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

Like two heavy punches, the jumping orc was directly pushed back to the ground. In the thick and pungent gunpowder smoke, Bu Laike had no time to reload, grabbed the empty gun, and made another fatal throw.

The slightly heavy musket swirled like a flying hammer and hit the eye of the last orc, making his slashing movement out of shape, and Bu Laike also took the opportunity to pull away.

He moved his shoulders a bit, looked at his waist and abdomen, there was a strain there, and there was some stinging pain, and while the orc stood up straight, he glanced at the character card.

Level 15 of the pirate class does not give a talent, but an active skill.

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

"this"

Bu Laike glanced at the Werther's leg in his hand, silently inserted it back to his waist, picked up two rough orc-style war knives from the side, and held it in his hand.

In the burning camp, amidst the black smoke, a thin human assassin and a seriously wounded orc guard were three meters apart, one tall and one short, looking at each other.

The assassin moved his shoulders and made a Kul Tiras military sword attack, while the orc glanced at the chieftain's severed neck with red eyes.

It spat bloody saliva towards the side, and regardless of the serious injury and weakness on its body, it raised the war halberd, roared, and rushed towards Laike.

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

It is true that most of the walkers who walk on the path of shadows like to kill with one blow, but as a pirate, it is not always possible to launch an assassination.

It is necessary to seriously practice fighting swordsmanship.

At least it is really important to practice fighting swordsmanship before learning the "disappearing" skill that can enter stealth again in an instant after breaking forward.

In this way, at least if the assassination fails, there is no need to worry about being hacked to death in a frontal battle.

And finally, how should I put it.

Isn't there an old saying that goes well?

In every assassin's heart, there is a warrior dream that has been hidden for many years.

——

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

While Bu Laike desperately assassinated the chieftain, under the dwarven castle of Danga Locke, Captain Darren Iron Mountain was also standing on a steam tank with reinstalled wheels.

He waved and commanded the three hundred dwarves who were still able to fight, and formed an assault formation, taking the posture of breaking out of the encirclement and pretending to attack.

The dwarven mortarers and musketeers in the rear also projected firepower towards the orc crowd in front at the fastest speed, and the bullets flew like raindrops, making the orcs rushing over unable to lift their heads.

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

They also pressed the whole army to kill all the "runaway" dwarves.

At the front of the formation, the dwarf warriors holding hammer shields had already fought with the berserkers of the Bonechewer clan, but the cunning dwarf commander chose a great terrain.

The formation that the orcs rushed up could not be adjusted at all, and could only be suppressed by the condescending dwarves.

"Why haven't you seen the signal flare yet?"

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

He looked anxiously at the orc camp. Although he didn't have much hope for the assassination of Bu Laike, he couldn't help but want to see a miracle happen.

If there is no miracle, relying on the words of the more than 300 wounded dwarves under his command

If they persist for three days at most, they will be finished.

"That human must be dead."

The captain's adjutant, of course, was also a dwarf, and he looked like a hunter, holding a delicate spear and wearing a green mountaineering robe.

Behind the tank was a roaring brown bear.

That was the lieutenant's pet.

"Although Halkan Skullsplitter is not a famous orc, I heard that when he attacked Stormwind City, he also hacked and killed knights head-on."

The adjutant handed the loaded rifle to the captain, and said in a regretful tone:

"That human assassin is very courageous, but with his strength, it is almost impossible to have a chance of winning if he wants to attack such an elite orc.

As I said before, it was to send him to die.

However, that human is worthy of being a soldier under General Dai Lin's command, and it is as worthy of praise as the general's bravery that spreads the Seven Kingdoms.

He didn't lose to his country."

"whoosh"

Some chattering dwarf adjutants hadn't finished their sentence when they saw a red flare rushing into the sky from afar.

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

Captain Darren Iron Mountain looked at the signal flare above his head in surprise. He let out a dwarf-like exclamation for a moment, but then his eyes lit up, he grabbed the horn at hand, and puffed his cheeks to blow it.

"woo woo woo"

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

The Griffin Riders 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" who have been arranged in advance.

The cunning captain had already made full preparations. After the sound of the horn, some dwarves who could speak the orc language shouted loudly, imitating the battle roar of the orcs:

"Skullsplitter 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 are doomed!"

"Our army is defeated!"

"Run, escape!"

The voices of the dwarves were famous throughout Azeroth, and they would yell indiscriminately throughout the melee, which stopped some simple-minded orcs from fighting.

Even more terrifying.

Just like the clumsy battle cry of those dwarves, they looked back, and there was really a raging fire in the direction of the camp. How could he allow the camp to catch fire if the Skullsplitter chieftain who sat there was not really dead?

What these dwarves shouted was true!

Human reinforcements are coming!

The dwarves' breakout today is just a decoy!

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

The flames of panic were ignited.

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

Let their wisdom pass away from them.

This is the curse of power.

"Win! We won!"

Captain Darren laughed wildly. Under his command, the three hundred remnant dwarves were like heavy hammers, hammering hard at the panicked orc army.

What started as an escape by one or two quickly turned into a rout.

The orcs clearly still have a numerical advantage.

"Rush! Rush over! Grind the greenskin to death!"

Excited dwarves stand on top of steam tanks, brandishing tomahawks and yelling.

This moment of ecstasy made the dwarf a little carried away, and reminded him of the request that Braike had entrusted to him from Quartermaster Tarmar Stormpike before the battle began.

The bearded dwarf captain thought for a while, and then he looked at the adjutant behind him with the same excitement, and shouted to the adjutant who was killing the fleeing orcs with his rifle:

"Greve, you take a few young men to capture a group of orc captives."

"Ok?"

The hunter's adjutant, who was directing the big brown bear pet and slapping the orc around, froze for a moment.

He scratched his head, with the simple and honest dwarves, and asked:

"Darren, why bother? They're going to be killed anyway, we don't have time to take prisoners, these greenskins deserve to die!"

"It's a gift!"

The dwarf captain jumped off the steam tank with his tomahawk in hand. He carried this violent weapon and said to the adjutant:

"A gift to our Mr. Orc Slayer! He asked for the right to execute, as a way of comforting 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 green skins have brought too many disasters.

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

The hunter Greif who said this was also sad for a while.