Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"So many dwarves!"

At the entrance to the Molten Core, Little Star threw herself an Eagle Eye spell, looked forward, and she quickly exclaimed. The black iron soldiers standing outside this large underground cave blocked almost all the way out.

The black iron drilling machine they had left here before was also destroyed. It seemed that there was a fierce battle. It should have been caused by Kael'thas and the old lich snatching the drilling machine when they left.

Two orcs and a group of shaman apprentices had established a temporary defense line. Brox's ax was covered with blood, and a dozen entities of the Black Iron Royal Guard were dropped in front of the line.

"Your friends betrayed us!"

Seeing Black coming, the old orc holding a battle ax said dissatisfiedly:

“They took away the two rigs that were intact and left us with the damaged one.

The teleportation spell has been blocked, and now we can't get out. The Black Iron Emperor was angry because he had lost his master, and these bastards had become addicted to being slaves.

They want to avenge their master.

And we are the targets of their anger. "

"Don't use words like betrayal. I believe they also wanted to leave a way for us to escape, but they left too early."

The pirate wearing the Moon God Armor waved his hand and said in a low and low tone:

“And as a group of warriors who conquered the Lord of Fire, we don’t need others to protect us, we can solve the trouble ourselves.

Are you really getting older?

Brox, even a group of Dark Iron dwarves can scare you.

Look, their trembling bodies are more scared than you. "

Facing the stinking pirate's ridicule, the old orc sneered and said:

"I don't think the dwarves were trembling because they were afraid. Their eyes wanted to spit out fire.

I'm not afraid, I can easily leave alone, but this is Blackstone Mountain, and we orcs don't have the tradition of letting guests get hurt, let alone abandoning our comrades. "

After saying that, the old orc held the battle ax and turned back to look up and down at the smelly pirate's new clothes.

There was a trace of surprise in his eyes and he said:

"The armor is very cool, pirate. Is it a powerful thing? Or does it look scary?"

"You'll find out soon."

Blake laughed like a villain and waved his hand back.

Facing the siege of thousands of black iron warriors, Fenner, who was eager to try, took off the silver giant blade Ashbringer from behind, while Seianni and Little Star were also ready to cast spells.

These dark iron dwarves really know how to choose a place.

Such a narrow area does not allow them to transform into dragons, and they can only fight in their mortal form.

This preparation made the old orc nodded. He understood the pirate's plan and said:

"They won't give up the pursuit. They rushed out from here and entered Shadowforge City. We have to go back up to Blackrock Tower. What about you?"

"Let's go down and split into two teams to escape, which can reduce the pressure on each other a lot."

Black said:

"I won't be a guest at Blackrock Tower. Please tell Red for me to continue working according to the plan, take care of your subordinates, and don't cause any trouble again."

"good."

The old orc responded.

He made a gesture to the shamans behind him, which meant that he would act as a vanguard to break up the enemy formation and prepare the shamans to follow him through quickly.

As soon as this order was given, all the shamans took off the bucklers on their backs and held a warhammer or a tomahawk in the other hand. As the pirates watched, the earth shields were imposed on the shamans one after another. On the body.

This made them look not like a group of spellcasters at all, but like a group of warriors preparing to charge.

This is the wonderful thing about the profession of shaman.

They are not the most powerful spellcasters, and their spells are not necessarily very sophisticated compared to magic, but they are the best at melee combat among all spellcasters, and have the strongest spellcasting ability among all melee combatants.

When necessary, a shaman can pick up a large totem and switch to weapons combat on the spot, and in the ancient tradition of the orcs, a well-trained shaman is definitely better than ordinary warriors in melee combat.

The folk customs are strong and strong.

"I'll open the way, you just follow, guests."

Brox looked at the thousands of heavily armed Dark Iron warriors in front of him and the angry and cunning Dark Iron Emperor Thaurissan who was sitting behind them.

He moves his body and stirs up anger.

Rays of blood-red light covered the old orc's body. He raised the burning battle ax that was full of cracks and had a broken beauty in his hand, and he was ready to kill.

Just as Black expected, the brave legendary orc warriors didn't take these angry Dark Iron dwarves seriously at all.

By the way, no matter how ferocious a group of dwarves, who are no taller than an orc's waist, are, they will not have much of a deterrent effect on the orcs' senses.

But before Brox was about to charge, Blake reached out to stop him.

The pirate drew the burning Salamani from his belt and said:

"I'll take the lead, you assist me."

"You? An assassin? Head-on attack on a military formation of thousands of people?"

Brox, who was carrying the battle ax, blinked and said:

"I don't deny your fighting ability, but you shouldn't be doing this kind of work. Could it be that, under the cover of the pirate aura, you are still a sword master?"

"Well, I'm much more powerful than the Sword Master. Just open your eyes and see, you orc with poor intelligence."

The pirate laughed.

Finna, who was full of fighting spirit, took a step forward and stood on his left. Brooks shrugged and stood on his right with a battle ax. The support of two legendary fighters gave Black a sense of security.

He let out a long breath, stretched out his hand to straighten his owl helmet, and activated it in the next moment. He rushed forward two steps, crossing the entrance cave of the Molten Core like a ghost.

"Bang bang bang"

At this moment, sparks burst out, and the first wave of black iron marksmen armed with sniper rifles attacked, causing sparks to fly from Blake's armor.

He can get out of the way.

But it's not necessary.

After finally wearing plate armor, he also wanted to experience the powerful "iron can" charge.

The results were gratifying. None of the sniper bullets fired penetrated the armor and did not even leave any scratches.

This made the pirate grin under his helmet and wave Salamani in his hand. He recalled Maiev's heroic appearance in Ny'alotha in his mind, and then another shot flickered into the black iron dragoon who was charging at the front. In the front.

The body rotates gracefully.

"boom"

Dozens of silver streams of light fell from the sky, and the scorching moonfire turned into a Lunar Strike as Blake rotated, knocking down all the dwarves beside him with one blow.

These moonfire spells are not fatal to these elite dwarves.

But the scorching moonlight falling from the sky hit their foreheads like a hammer blow, making them all roll their eyes and fall to the ground, and some were even ignited and emitted smoke.

However this is just the beginning.

Salamani, who was strengthened by pure flames, danced a bright arc in the air, tearing apart and knocking down the dwarf in front of him in the 270-degree wide-ranging swivel massacre unleashed by the pirate.

Flames ignited and sword blades flew.

The brutal Ripper special effects caused several unlucky guys to have their arms and bodies separated the moment they were struck, and the energy feedback drawn by the Predator made it impossible for Blake to feel the energy consumption of swinging the sword.

It's almost as refreshing as taking a sip of cold beer on a hot day.

But even though he was so comfortable, the pirate did not forget his mission. He wanted to open a way for those behind to escape.

So once the attack was successful, Blake did not pause, flashed forward again, and spun again when he landed. Another wave of Luna strikes with exaggerated special effects.

It looks like there is such a small Luna rail gun cooperating with him at all times.

"Come on!"

Fenna also followed Black's footsteps and rushed out of the Molten Core. She was carrying the Ashbringer with high fighting spirit. As a warrior who regards recklessness as courage, Black's performance today made her very satisfied.

Yeah!

A real man should stand up front, hiding in the shadows and carrying out sneak attacks is too vulgar!

I finally succeeded in training this bratty brother.

Look how brave he is now, this is all his own contribution!

With this thought in mind, Finna made a heroic leap and smashed into the black iron formation that was torn apart by the pirates. She swung the giant blade burning with holy light and struck a fatal cleave to the flank, expanding the escape channel.

She felt that the road ahead was about to close, so she stepped on a thunderous strike, knocking back the surrounding soldiers. Then she rushed forward with her sword upside down. After a short period of energy accumulation, she roared and swung forward with a terrifying blast. City person.

"ah!"

Amid the frightened screams of the Black Iron dwarves, the first row of dwarves who collided with Fenner's sword were almost beaten into a pulp by the brute force of the city. Dai Lin's secret sea tide skills bloomed in Fenner's hands with an even more brutal effect.

The wave of anger surged forward, breaking through the four walls of the dwarves before stopping. The funny gestures of those little men flying into the air and dancing made Fenna burst into laughter. .

This is joy and ridicule.

"Not bad, little girl, this knife is already 70% as powerful as when Dai Lin is angry."

Brox, who rushed up with a battle ax, strolled around the battlefield. If he encountered anyone who dared to block his way, he would hit him with an ax. Taking advantage of the height difference between the orcs and the dwarves, this ax blow would definitely result in a headshot. .

The old orc's fighting method is not as flashy as Fenner's, but his killing efficiency and power usage efficiency are far higher than that of the stupid warrior.

If you don't take action, that's it. If you do, it will be a fatal blow.

The tactic of charging + killing is the standard configuration of all orc legends, and being able to launch killing blows anytime and anywhere without the support of anger is the talent of the Saurfang family.

The profession of reckless warrior was really understood by these greenskins.

"No, don't use that!"

Seeing that Fenner was about to attack the city breaker again to break the dwarves' closed line, the orc warrior immediately reminded:

"The city breaker tactic is not used at this time. Didn't Dai Lin teach you? This move is specially used to deal with those difficult enemies. It is more useful in single combat.

Now is the time to choose more lethal and deterrent tactics. "

"Stop chirping!"

Fenner, with red eyes, turned around and shouted:

"I'm not your student! You speak so eloquently, why don't you show me a performance?"

"OK."

The old orc laughed and grabbed the battle axe.

He randomly selected a dwarf as the target, started charging as fast as lightning, and hit the dwarf like a battering ram, knocking the unlucky guy away and falling into the magma lake below the Molten Bridge with a sharp howl.

Brox used the kinetic energy of the charge to swing his battle ax on the spot, turning into a storm of sharp blades and sucking in the surrounding dwarves who were unable to dodge, causing blood and flesh to fly for a while.

The most outrageous thing is that this orc is "windmilling" while charging forward. Wherever he goes along the way, he can see the majestic fury of crushing the heaven and the earth.

Six seconds later, Brox stopped the choke spin.

Holding his broken battle ax, he stood among the corpses and severed arms on the ground. The surrounding dwarves were so frightened by him that they backed away, leaving a large area of ​​the field vacant.

The old orc was beating his waist playfully, as if he was lamenting the ruthlessness of time.

He raised his head, glanced at Fenner, and shrugged.

The meaning is very clear.

Have you finished your studies?

Of course Fenna has learned it. Isn't this the advancement of the warrior skill Whirlwind?

It just lasts a billion points longer, has a billion points stronger destructive power, and has a psychological deterrent effect on the enemy several times.

What's there!

This orc is showing off his skills!

Bah, shameless.

With this disdainful thought in her heart, Finna reunited with the Ashbringer and almost repeated Brox's tactics. After knocking the dwarf away, she immediately started to whirlwind.

However, she only gained two seconds before she was forced to stop due to the dwarves' shield tactics.

The old orc shook his head.

Obviously not satisfied with Fenner's performance.

"Hey, are you two bastards playing a 'coaching match'? Be careful and respect His Majesty Thaurissan's soldiers, okay? There are thousands of dwarves here who want to chop off our heads."

Blake's scolding came from the front.

In the shining silver stream of light that rotated and rotated continuously to stimulate Luna's strikes, the stinky pirate shouted:

"Stop playing around and charge forward! Break through the military formation and then retreat! How can you waste so much time here?"

Under his command, Fenna put away her mood of learning combat skills and rushed forward with Brox. The old shaman Drek'Thar held a strange totem in his hand.

Every time it hit the ground, a small surge of lightning would erupt, paralyzing the dwarves rushing around. Relying on the penetration of the three people in front, the shamans retreated very quickly.

This scene caught the Dark Iron Emperor Thaurissan's gaze, making him furious.

But the emperor did not recklessly order the soldiers to charge regardless of life and death. Several generals under his command had been attracted by the orcs' unusual movements in the Searing Canyon.

This will result in a serious lack of high-level combat effectiveness, and it will be difficult for ordinary soldiers to block this group of elites with their flesh and blood.

The disappearance of Ragnaros did make the Dark Iron Emperor feel empty and uncomfortable, but as a ruler, this accident also made the Dark Iron Emperor feel a little happy.

The "Great Emperor" is gone.

The rule of the Dark Iron Dwarves truly fell into his hands.

Perhaps, he should thank these bold assassins?

"Your Majesty! It's not good."

Just when Emperor Thaurissan was wandering in the sky, his palace attendants ran over and shouted to His Majesty:

"The palace was robbed! A thief sneaked into your bedroom and took it away. took it away."

"What was stolen?"

The emperor kicked the panting bastard and roared angrily. The servant knelt on the ground and trembled and said:

"Opponent! The Holy Artifact of the Black Iron, the undefeated symbol of House Thaurissan! The Holy Hammer has been stolen."

"Ah this!"

The frightened Emperor Thaurissan clasped the scepter in his hand at this moment.

He knew that today's enemy was difficult to deal with, and the previous theft of the black treasure trove made him frightened, so he deliberately did not bring the holy hammer with him to avoid being snatched away by the stinky pirates.

But I didn't expect that in such a fierce frontal battlefield, there would be thieves sneaking in to steal.

Damn it!

He fell into a trap.