Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 21 20. Stepping Stones

Two thousand and eight hundred years ago, the first emperor of mankind, the great Emperor Thoradin, built the Thoradin Wall to resist the invasion of forest trolls, and it still stands between the two plains of the Stormgard Kingdom.

It is a miracle.

It represents the tenacity and unyielding of the ancestors of mankind.

More than twenty meters high, the huge black wall, as thick as a city wall, stands between the Hillsbrad Hills and the Arathi Highlands, stretching for hundreds of kilometers, and there is only one city gate to pass through.

This millennium wall is a witness of history in the past.

But in today's war years, it has once again fulfilled its important task of protecting the hinterland of human civilization.

It was also because of its existence that the orc tribes that landed in the northern border were divided into two battlefields, the east and the west, and it gave the commander of the human coalition forces more time to dispatch troops.

And now Laike and Maris, the Durnholde Castle they are going to, and the Danga Locke Castle when they set off, happen to be at the north and south ends of Thoradin's Wall.

It was like two fists extending from this huge wall, one left and one right guarding the area around Thoradin's Wall.

Orcs are not fools.

They are aware of the trouble the existence of this wall has caused them. Since the orcs landed on the hill half a month ago, they have been dividing their forces, harassing and trying to seize the wall.

The offensive and defensive battles of the dwarven castles are only the most intense areas of these battles.

Not all battlefields.

"Go! Go! Breakout formation!"

At the northern end of Thoradin's Wall, by the river to the southwest of Dunholde Castle, a group of human soldiers were anxiously moving.

Everyone rode horses, and there were few soldiers wearing armor. This would ensure that the speed of the horses was not slower than that of the orc wolf cavalry, but they were not very lucky.

While retreating along the river that flows down from the Alterac Mountains into the Great Sea, they were besieged by orcs.

There is only one orc wolf cavalry.

The number of people is around 20, and the number of human scouts is around 30. If you occupy a favorable terrain, it is not impossible to fight. Unfortunately, the young sergeant in the lead cares too much for the lives of his subordinates.

Or to put it another way.

He's not that brave.

After realizing that he was discovered by the orcs, the sergeant immediately gave an order to break out. They reacted quickly, got up from the campsite by the river, rode fast horses, and moved to the castle in the northeast.

But the orcs were faster.

Realizing that this group of humans was going to run, the wolf cavalry immediately launched an assault formation. The roaring, one-person-tall black war wolf, carrying their fierce knights, rushed out of the forest howling.

These elite orcs wore blood-red leather armor, tied their clan battle flags behind their backs, and held sharp war spears or exaggerated beheading knives. They imitated the roar of war wolves in their mouths, just like hunting to drive away prey.

They rushed from all directions.

There were only about 20 people, but there was a formation of nearly a hundred people, which made the human scouts who were eager to retreat even more flustered. Under the leadership of the young sergeant, they plunged into the woods from the river bank in a panic.

But this is in the arms of the orc wolf cavalry.

Human war horses outlast their war wolves.

But in the forest with many obstacles, they are not as flexible as the war wolf at all. Human beings are driven into the forest and lose their speed advantage, so they are in their pocket.

"Spread out! Break out to the castle! Call for reinforcements!"

During the retreat, the young sergeant made a second mistake.

He asked his subordinates to disperse and break out individually, probably because he wanted to disperse the number of pursuers behind him.

But the wolf cavalry are more happy to see this kind of situation. In a one-on-one situation, these ordinary human soldiers are not opponents of the green-skinned orcs at all.

The strength gap between the two sides is too great. Once they are caught up, they can only face a miserable end waiting to die.

Two wrong orders came to fruition in a few minutes. The young sergeant was surrounded by two wolf cavalry, one behind the other. In his ears, he could only hear the noise coming from the surrounding forest. scream.

This can't be called a fight anymore.

This is a massacre.

"Hehe, humans are weak!"

The captain of the wolf cavalry of the Leiwang clan who was riding on the ferocious war wolf stretched out his hand maliciously, and made a weak gesture to the sweating sergeant in front of him.

The animal war wolf under his crotch barked its fangs and claws, forcing the sergeant's horse to retreat continuously.

But there was also an orc wolf riding up from behind.

He has already grabbed the spear and made a throwing motion.

The human rookie in front of him was attracted by the captain, and didn't even notice the murderous intent behind him. As long as he threw the spear, he would be dead!

"hehe"

There was a cruel smile in the orc's eyes.

He likes this kind of easy battle, hunting these lone human scouts is much easier than confronting the charge of human heavy cavalry head-on.

Those highland knights who lined up on the battlefield and carried out wall charges were simply the nightmare of all wolf cavalry in large-scale and large-scale battles.

Humans, relying on this unique skill and the infantry tactics of the large army, were able to withstand the attack of the blood ring orcs on the Arathi Highlands.

"Holy Light, I'm going to be finished."

The young sergeant was already in despair, but he finally had some courage between life and death, he pulled out the sword from his waist with a swish, pulled up the rein, and was about to charge forward.

He intends to die like a warrior, at least not to discredit his family.

"whoosh"

This reaction seemed to satisfy the observers in the dark. With a faint neighing sound behind the sergeant, the orc, who was about to throw a spear to attack, clutched his neck in astonishment, and fell down from the wolf.

Viscous blood flowed from between his fingers, and it couldn't be stopped at all.

The orc's thick neck was cut open by a sharp weapon, like a wicked smiley face.

On Wolf Warrior's saddle, there was a thin guy wearing black leather armor. The most striking thing was that where the guy's left fist was, there was a ferocious black blade fist.

Still dripping blood.

"Orc Killer!"

The sergeant let out a shriek of surprise.

In the past few days, he was on a reconnaissance mission in the hills, and he heard that there was a ghost-like Avenger wandering around the battlefield full of orcs.

He will mercilessly take the head of every orc he encounters.

No matter how brave the wolf cavalry met him, there was only one dead end.

This gossip first came from the dwarves of Danga Locke, and the legend was spread widely in the hills by virtue of the great victory of the dwarves against the bonechewer eight days ago.

At this critical moment when the orcs invaded the northern border, every army needs to create some heroic deeds to boost morale. Nothing can boost people's hearts more than a lonely vengeful hero.

"Roar!"

Compared to the surprise of the sergeant, the captain of the orc wolf cavalry roared angrily when he saw the human assassin holding a blade fist, and rushed towards Bu Laike by manipulating the war wolf under his crotch.

The beheading knife in his hand has been raised.

Both eyes are blood red.

Apparently in the bloody rage, the humans thought that the "orc killer" was just a legend, but the orcs knew that the ghost really existed.

It was he who assassinated Tar'kan Skullcrusher, chieftain of the Bonechewer clan, which led to the failure of the siege of Locke in Dangar.

The Bonechewer clan, which lost its chieftain, has already issued a reward for this ruthless guy. As long as he can bring back the Skullcrusher's unforgeable Blade Fist, which was taken away by human assassins, he will be rewarded.

Compared to the young scout who was so frightened that he almost peed his pants, an opponent like the orc killer was more in line with the tradition of orcs challenging the strong.

This is almost the last remaining feature of the old tribe orcs who have lost all their glory. Of course, when this group of butchers slaughtered human beings, old and weak, women and children, they were merciless.

So, they deserve to be damned miserable.

"Assassin! Die!"

The captain of the wolf cavalry held a big knife, and rushed towards Bu Laike as one of man and wolf. The feeling of his cutting with the knife was very good, as if he had swung his knife to chop off people's heads countless times in the past.

This blow is absolutely sure!

"boom"

The clear, tide-like vibrating sound echoed in the ears of the captain of the orc wolf cavalry for an instant, making him a little puzzled, but the invisible magic power knocked him into a dizzy state at the same time as the war wolf under his crotch. middle.

With the flash of the knife again.

A roaring head flew up from the neck, drew an arc in the air, and finally hit the young sergeant's horse.

old fashioned.

With a wave of the blade, the head fell to the ground.

After completing a perfect assassination, Bu Laike. Xiao saw the blood bursting out of the headless corpse in front of him, his heart was no longer fluctuating, and he waved his blade fist smoothly, and finished the war wolf with its teeth and claws.

Then he squatted down and began to search the two orc wolf cavalry.

Still the old rules.

The experience of the orc captain is his own.

The soldier's experience or soul fragments, "feed" to Hela's soul lamp.

Both parties were very satisfied, especially Bo Laike, who was full of surprise. After touching a piece of equipment on the captain of the wolf cavalry, he was even happier.

"Head cutting sword. Excellent quality. Weak slashing. Weak heavy blow."

Bu Laike held the wolf cavalryman's beheading knife and waved it decently in his hand. This thing is a good weapon for a warrior, but for an assassin like him, it's too bulky to carry.

Although not used.

But being able to touch the equipment on the soldiers proved that Laike's character is still strong, which made him very happy.

"Thank you for saving my life!"

A slightly excited voice sounded behind Bu Laike, and he turned his head to see the young sergeant standing behind him, wiping his sweat and thanking him with a smile on his face.

Bu Laike glanced at the badge on the sergeant's chest, and he said in a hoarse tone:

"You, are the soldiers of Durnholde Castle?"

"Yes! We are serving under the command of Major Dellas B Laike Moore, guarding the military town of Durnholde Castle, and we are carrying out a reconnaissance mission on the front line of Tarren Mill."

The young sergeant straightened his back and said proudly:

"Our major has responded to General Gavinrad's call and is ready to lead the army to join the counterattack against the green-skinned orcs."

Speaking of which.

The young man rolled his eyes, and he said sincerely to the orc killer in front of him:

"My mentor, Major Brad Laike Moore, is recruiting all fighters who are willing to fight for the fate of mankind. Warriors like you will be greatly welcomed in Dunholde Castle, that."

"Not in a hurry."

Bu Laike shook his head, put the two-handed sword in his bag into his bag, and said to the young sergeant in front of him:

"Get on the horse!"

"Ok?"

The young sergeant was stunned for a moment, and saw that Bu Laike threw out the hook and climbed up the branch in front of him like a nimble monkey. The assassin turned his head and said to the sergeant who was stunned there:

"You don't want the lives of your subordinates? They are still being slaughtered by orcs. My companions are trying their best to save them, but if you don't hurry up, they will probably be very disappointed with their chief."

"Oh yes! My soldiers!"

The young man suddenly woke up like a dream, and quickly got on his horse. Following Laike, he rushed into the forest. He rode the horse, swung his sword, made a brave gesture, and shouted loudly:

"Orc Killer, I have heard your story. My name is Auriden Perenolde! I am honored to fight alongside you today!"

"You can shout louder, rookie, it would be best to attract all the orcs."

Bu Laike, who was following behind, replied quietly, which made the excited young sergeant suddenly embarrassed, stopped talking, and rushed into the forest brandishing his sword.

"Oridon Perenolde, survivor of the King of Alterac, leader of the Bandits of the Syndicate, apprentice of Edellas Braike Moore, thanks to the guidance of fate."

The pirate walked through the forest, squatting on the tree trunk like a ninja, squinting his eyes in the scattered leaves above his head, looking at the young sergeant galloping in front of him.

Say in your heart:

"Come on, rookie, take me to the child of the world. Little Thrall, who is about four years old this year, I am an orc killer, and I am here to visit you!"

(end of this chapter)