Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 17 16. The Unchanged War

"Ha ha"

The orc courier riding on the wolf was panting heavily, holding the rein in his left hand, and lay his whole body on the black saddle of the wolf.

His right hand was hanging down by his side, and blood continued to flow from the wound on his shoulder.

His right shoulder was hit by a scorching lead bullet. The soft bullet entered the flesh and tore a large wound, paralyzing half of the orc messenger's body.

Damn human assassin, poisoned lead bullets!

How despicable!

The orc messenger yelled, but he didn't dare to stop. With his legs pressed against the wolf's back, he let out a cry from his throat, making the beast under his crotch run faster.

He was an elite messenger from Hillsbrad Hills to Arathi Highlands, but was ambushed by dwarves near Thoradin's Wall, and all five warriors with him had been buried in this human land.

He was the only one left.

He had to get out, not just because of the desire for life, but because he was carrying an important document from the high-level communication of the tribe.

This thing must never fall into human hands!

"whoosh"

A strange sound came from behind the orc messenger, and the injured orc suddenly pushed his body outwards, narrowly dodging the thing that was flying past his body like a sharp blade.

But it wasn't a throwing knife, or a throwing axe.

It's a hook lock.

It was made into a claw buckle, and it was buckled on the reins of the war wolf. The orc's eyes widened, but it was too late to push the thing away. The next moment, the hook and lock straightened.

The kinetic energy brought dragged the skinny assassin who appeared from the shattered shadow, and swept from behind like an arrow.

"Snapped"

A human wearing a black leather armor, a full hood, and a black veil covering most of his face sat lightly behind the running wolf.

As if dancing face-to-face with this orc messenger, he leaned close to the back of the roaring orc in a "lover" posture, raised his left hand, like a lover's touch, and gently brushed the orc's neck.

The front end of the blade fist was as sharp as a knife, and when it grazed the orc's throat, it pulled back fiercely, and the black blades on both sides immediately cut into the orc's flesh and blood like a sickle.

"Aww!"

The black war wolf felt the breath of death.

The ferocious beast jumped up and down, trying to save the dying master behind him, but the next moment, the black Werther's leg riveted hard and slammed on the wolf's head.

Let the beast whimper like a puppy.

The moment the black-clothed assassin jumped out, he was slashed down by the black poisonous blade fist, cutting off more than half of his neck.

"wow"

The war wolf slid sideways with its owner and rolled several times on the ground. It tried to get up, but the severed neck quickly took its life away.

And its owner left the world of the living one step ahead.

Before the souls of a man and a beast could leave the body, they were bound by the milky white light beams, and quickly dragged back into the soul-attracting lamp on the waist of the human assassin.

It's like being eaten.

Their fate will not be too good, if they fall into the hands of that crazy woman in Hela, life will become the norm in their lives after death.

"Ninety-seventh."

Bu Laike moved his slightly numb left hand. Just now, the war wolf rushed too fast. When he jumped over with the jump hook, his wrist suffered a huge kinetic energy for a moment.

But it wasn't serious enough to be injured.

He glanced at the Blade Fist clasped on his left hand. Although it didn't look very pretty, its lethality was astonishing, especially after it was coated with the blood ring clan's poison.

Let it become a sharp weapon to seal the throat at the sight of blood.

But the Blade Fist is a weird weapon after all, and you need to pay attention to your skills when using it. For the past few days, Laike has been practicing the usage of this thing hard.

Now it seems that the effect is remarkable.

"puff"

The dead head of the orc messenger was chopped off and thrown into the magic suitcase. Bu Laike squatted down again and searched the orc's backpack.

Did not report much confidence.

Getting the Blade Fist seems to have used up all his luck. In the past three or four days, he cooperated with the dwarf Greif to hunt and kill at least forty orcs.

But it's really irritating not to get even a good quality weapon or equipment.

"Eh? This is."

Bo Laike found a letter wrapped in animal skins in the orc courier's close pocket. He looked at the stamp on it, which was a clan symbol.

If he remembered correctly, it should be the seal of the Blackstone clan.

"Perhaps it was signed by Orgrim himself."

Thinking so, the pirate quickly opened the letter, which was handwritten in Orc language.

For ordinary soldiers, it is completely like reading a book from heaven.

But Laike is an anomaly.

Not only can he understand the orc language, but he can also understand the orc characters, as if he was born in the game with a full-level language talent. He just glanced at the envelope, and Laike immediately stood up straight.

This letter is not long.

But the content is not simple, and the words and sentences are full of orc rough style.

"Dead Eye, we have received reports from Arathi Highlands.

To my surprise, your clan has disappointed us all.

With the help of dragons from the Dragonmaw clan, you have failed to take even a single Stromgarde. Perhaps the fear of death has weakened the courage of you once-hard hunters.

It's no wonder the warchief didn't let you join the frontal battle. Obviously, your stupid failure in Khaz Modan made the warchief abandon you.

I really want to ask you, a feeble old dog, how difficult it is to hunt down a group of chicken-like gnomes?

You let them flee back to that mechanical bunker city.

For more than a year, you haven't even been able to break through the gate of that mechanical bunker!

What a disgrace to the tribe!

But that's okay.

You blood ring waste, maybe you can contribute to the cause of the tribe in another way!

A few days ago, the great chief had set off for a new battlefield. We suspected that it was Gul'dan's black hearted bastard who tricked him with tricks.

But the Amani trolls are indeed our much-needed allies.

The large number of soldiers they brought is worth our risk at this moment, but we also have to admit that the humans in northern Xinjiang are more tenacious and difficult to deal with than their compatriots in southern Xinjiang.

Especially Lothar, the commander of the human alliance, his strategic vision reminded me of the wise Durotan. Unfortunately, our wise companion has died in a despicable assassination.

We can't make humans aware of the Great Chief's intentions, we must attract the attention of humans for the Great Chief.

I ask you and the trash of your clan to speed up the attack on Stromgarde, and I and my brave warriors will support you in the hilly battlefield!

We have to fight for at least half a month.

If you can't even do this well, believe me, Dead Eye, you don't need human knights to chase you down, my saber and I will take your cowardly life with our own hands one night!

remember!

This is your last chance to prove yourself! "

Bo Laike read the letter.

At the bottom of the letter paper, there is a clan emblem with a flame wrapped around a sharp blade.

This is the emblem of the Burning Blade clan.

And this letter was written to Kiel Rogge, the orc chief of the Blood Ring who was besieging Stromgarde on the Arathi Highlands. He was the chief of the Blood Ring clan.

A hero of the tribe is said to be the oldest among all the chiefs of the current big clan. No wonder the chief of the Burning Blade clan called him an "old dog" contemptuously.

These cruel guys really don't pay attention to it. They despise an old man so much that they don't speak martial arts at all.

But that's not the point.

The focus is on the news revealed in the letter.

"Orgrim secretly took half of the orcs to Quel'Thalas! He is looking for an alliance with the Amani forest trolls to attack Silvermoon City of the high elves.

Planning to open up a second battlefield in northern Xinjiang! "

Bu Laike squinted his eyes, put away the blood-stained letter paper, and put it in his luggage.

He went on thinking:

"Just like the memory in my mind, it is completely consistent with the direction of the world line. Lothar's heavy defenses in the northern border really made it impossible for Orgrim to break through.

As expected of being the last descendant of Emperor Thoradin, the strategic vision of Marshal Lothar is rare in Azeroth. "

He sighed, and then looked back in the direction of Danga Locke Castle.

The group of dwarves were very warm and hospitable, and their energy was as high as the legend said. In the past four days, before recovering their vitality, they started hunting orcs everywhere. Laike followed them and "mixed" many heads.

To tell the truth, he liked being with the dwarves, if it was a little noisy.

He stroked his forehead and glanced at the translucent character card in front of him. The change in rank was quite big compared to four days ago.

Character Card: "Spirit Hunter" Drake Proudmoore (Laike Shaw)

Class: Level 17 Pirate/Level 3 Hunter/Empty

New Talent: Perception Enhancement

The main reason is that a second class has been added, which comes from the teaching of the mysterious mountain patrolman Greif Crazyheart. When he obtains the hunter class, he has a new perception talent.

But the class has not yet reached level 5, and no skills have been acquired.

According to the four days of killing by Bu Laike, the experience gained should not be so little, but the problem is that at least a small half of the experience has been sacrificed to the soul lamp.

Hella has a big appetite.

This broken thing is equivalent to a walking experience devouring machine. The problem is that Bu Laike can't leave it, and he can't afford to mess with hell.

Mainly because of the title of "Spirit Hunter", which is so delicious.

Compared with the title of "Orc Killer", after wearing the title of Spirit Hunter, every attack of Bo Laike can be accompanied by a weak soul piercing.

It was thanks to this powerful special effect that he was able to instantly kill the orc messenger so easily.

The pain of the body may be able to save the will, but the piercing of the soul is too painful, enough to distract the brave warrior for a moment in the battle.

For an assassin, a moment of distraction meant the battle was over.

"But it's not going to work like this."

Bu Laike walked back and whispered:

"In this way, the upgrade speed will be seriously hindered. We have to find a way to make up for the loss. Maybe we can find some elite monsters and enjoy huge experience exclusively.

As for ordinary monsters, just give them.

Think of it as spending money to buy a passive skill, no loss. "

"Bo Laike! Come on! Reinforcements are coming to the castle!"

Just as he approached the dwarf castle briskly, he heard Captain Darren Iron Mountain's iconic broken gong voice. The dwarf captain seemed very happy.

The new pirates are also interested.

Didn't it say a few days ago that the fighting in the hilly area was so tight that no extra reinforcements were sent over? Where did this new batch of reinforcements come from?

As a result, Laike ran to the castle hill to have a look.

Huo, good guy!

It is not human.

It's a group of elves! A group of long ears!

(end of this chapter)