Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Shua

Black, who wore the title of Soul Hunter, appeared from the shadows, swung a sword with soul piercing, and slashed the legs of the tall Vrykul Undead.

The sharp master's sword cut off the half-giant's leg. Only mist splashed out, but no blood flowed out.

In the wail of the undead, its huge body lost its balance and fell to the ground on one knee. When it looked up, it could be seen that the expressionless Black raised the sword with both hands and chopped off the sharp blade head-on like an executioner.

puff

With a sound like a balloon being punctured, the head wearing a rusty horned helmet and exuding a disgusting stench flew out.

But the moment the head left the body, it quickly turned into mist and collapsed like a headless corpse.

The heat surged into his body, and Blake didn't stop at all. He turned around and threw the master sword in his hand with a fatal throwing technique, knocking back Kvaldir who was in the chaos behind him and was roaring and swinging his ax to hit the mast.

Garona sprang out of the shadows at this moment, and the legendary double blades intertwined and pierced the back of the fog pirate, completely defeating it and causing it to collapse into mist.

Perfect fit!

fire!

Blake's shouts echoed across the deck in an instant.

The small-caliber naval guns on the two gun decks roared immediately.

Following the captain's order, the orc gunners holding torches did not take precise aim, but replaced the red-hot high-temperature solid cannonballs next to them, and fired a barrage towards both sides of the ship.

Those cannonballs blasted into the sea fog on both sides of the ship with high temperature. Only a small part hit the Vrykulong bow ship docked there, but they quickly ignited flames.

Several slender vrykul assault boats with dragon head carvings attached to both sides of the ship with grappling hooks were set on fire.

Follow me! Warriors! Kill them!

Red roared and grabbed the war blade that was soaked in oil and ignited. The young chief was indeed brave. He rushed out of the cabin with his tribe and launched a counterattack against the powerful half-giant undead.

They have the ability to attack the undead, and the genuine soul hunter Blake is clearing the way for them. There are also orcs who ignite their weapons by soaking them in oil to create temporary fire enchantments.

After finding the right way to fight, the first wave of Vrykul marauders who poured into the deck from the fog was quickly repelled after a few minutes.

The first wave of Kvaldir pirates who rushed onto the deck had less than twenty people, but in less than ten minutes of fighting, they defeated orcs who were at least three times their size.

The damage was so terrible that Garona, who was hiding in the shadows, took a breath.

Although she hated her fellow orcs who were irritable and possessed the desire for destruction, but in the years she had followed the old tribe on their expeditions to the north and south, it was really rare for the orcs to lose so miserably in a head-on confrontation.

The last time there was such a terrifying battle-loss ratio was in the world of Draenor, when the Shadow Council helped the Warsong clan to encircle and suppress the terrifying group of Gronn beasts in the Gorgrond wilderness.

Garona was not strong enough at that time, so that battle was particularly fresh in her memory, and now, her definition of hard battle has been refreshed again.

But such a cruel scene, which could be called a massacre, was just the beginning of today's naval battle.

After the black-toothed orcs, who suffered heavy casualties, cleared the half-giant undead on the deck, before they could even let out a roar of victory, they heard more low-pitched horn sounds, echoing in the surrounding fog.

This time there were more dragon-headed warships rushing over, and in the hazy mist in the distance, the distinctive mast and shape of the Nagfar were also looming.

It's coming!

Habulon is full of murderous intent and wants to come in person to harvest the souls of the betrayers with his own hands.

Even the bravest orcs had despair in their eyes when they looked at the messy deck and the dozens of dragon-headed warships rushing out of the fog.

In this desperate moment, of course some cowards will retreat.

But any orc with any brain knows that if they don't fight hard, once more half-giant undead appear on the scene, the destruction of the Black-toothed Smiling clan will be close at hand.

Therefore, on the small deck, under Red's order, they divided into two teams, concentrated the naval guns, ignited the weapons, and relied on their bravery to form a temporary front.

Amidst the roar and blood bravery, a small counterattack was launched, pushing down the half-giants who climbed onto the deck, or simply hacking them to death, while the orc gunners also roared.

With red eyes, he fired at the highest frequency, destroying the dragon-headed warships that rushed out of the fog.

At this moment, the disadvantage of the Hell Undead's lack of long-range weapons was fully exposed. The roar of the shells stabilized the precarious battle situation in an instant.

But such stability cannot last long.

The vrykul undead's advantages in strength, immortality, and numbers cannot be offset by the brutal fighting will of the orcs.

Once the Nag'far approaches the battlefield, and once more Vrykul Undead join the battle, the Black-Toothed Grinning Clan will be quickly defeated. If neither the individual nor the group has an advantage, this battle will undoubtedly be defeated. .

Blake, use your evil wisdom to think of a solution!

After a few minutes, even Garona began to put pressure on the pirates.

The legendary assassin who relied on the legendary twin blades of the Kingslayer to shuttle through the shadows and kill the misty undead one by one was a little overwhelmed.

No hurries!

Black wielded short swords and daggers, constantly assassinating half-giant undead in the shadows. While fighting, he looked at the position of the Nagfar in the fog.

The naval guns on the Orc ship are very rubbish. The ship that is supposed to carry a quota of 50 naval guns has less than 40 guns, and the maximum caliber is only a pitiful 12 pounds.

Even if the 12-pound gunboat is loaded with solid ammunition, its effective range is only a pitiful 600 meters.

In other words, no matter how anxious Blake is now, he has to wait until the Nagfar is about 600 meters close to the ship before he can act. There is only one chance.

Once you miss.

Closer, closer!

The pirate captain stared intently at the Nagfar's hull moving in the fog. A few minutes later, when the orcs' battle line nearly collapsed, Black turned around and threw out the hook lock, hooking it above the main mast.

The whole person was carried into the air for a moment, and then jumped with the shadow step, crossing half of the deck, and appeared directly behind the orc warlock Xie Yan at the top of the stern of the ship.

The warlock had been frightened by the brutal battle.

He held a evil rune in his hand, intending to activate it at any time to summon his strongest demon servant.

But even as he was trembling, he completed Black's instructions.

Next to him, there was a 12-pound naval gun pushed to the stern of the ship, and the muzzle of the gun was already pointed in the direction of the Nagfar. At the Warlock's feet, the weird cannonball that he and Blake had specially made was facing I put it over there.

This is a solid bullet that has been hollowed out in the center and reinforced internally, and Black's contracted kid, Daglop, is lying next to the cannon with a tangled look on his face.

Tied to its emaciated body was a magic bag belonging to Blake.

It's like carrying a pack of explosives on your back.

Daglop, my ugly and noisy servant! You said you wanted revenge. I will give you a chance to take revenge, but if you can't grasp it yourself, don't blame me.

When the pirates landed here, they began to fine-tune the position of the naval guns.

Without looking back, he said to his contracted kid:

Let me ask you one last time, do you know what to do?

I feel like I'm being used!

The kid Daglop screamed at the top of his lungs:

The revenge I imagined is not like this! You evil master, if you want me to get into the cannonball, I will be blown back to the twisting void the moment you fire the cannon!

No, you won't.

Black narrowed his left eye, grabbed the cannonball with both hands, and said to his kid:

Now, get in there! Now! Don't make me force you to do this.

Yes, yes! I'll do it immediately and send my little guy to carry out this death mission.

shouted Daglop in a sharp, sarcastic tone.

But under Blake's watchful eye, it finally didn't have the courage to disobey its new owner, so it could only obediently follow the opened hole into the cannonball, and was stuffed into the barrel by Blake.

Listen to my order and prepare to light the fire!

Blake pressed his hands into the dark barrel and pointed the muzzle in the direction of the Nagfar. The next moment, the Ranger's sniper skill was activated.

Accumulation begins.

Guns are long-range attack weapons.

Cannons are also long-range attack weapons.

There is no theoretical difference between the two. Blake tried it last night. The sniper skill can be activated by using the naval gun.

The existence of this skill is why Black dares to let the kid perform tasks and ensure that it will not be killed.

Previously on the Broken Shore, the sniper shot against Cho'gall had proven that in sniper mode, even if the launcher was damaged, the bullet would definitely hit the target.

The charge quickly exceeds five seconds.

In the shadowy mist, Black placed a hunter's mark on any mist warrior on board the Nagfar.

After charging for five seconds, sniper proficiency +1

Death mark talent, long-range combat skill effect +1

The pirates are located on the sea, Proudmoore's bloodline is activated, all combat skills and talent effects are +1, calculated separately, everything is like the stunning shot that Blake used to snipe Cho'gall.

On the translucent skill bar of the character card in front of him, the proficiency behind the sniper combat skills changed rapidly again.

Start with proficiency.

Mastery, Master, Grandmaster, Legend!

Light the fire! Then run! The further away the better!

The pirate captain roared in a deep voice, and the warlock Xieyan next to him immediately lit the gun fuse with the fuse in his hand. When sparks appeared from the fuse of the sizzling propellant pack, the warlock turned and ran away.

Blake maintained the action of fixing the gun barrel.

He knew that if this shot was fired, the naval gun would definitely explode.

This thing is the same as the gun used to snipe Cho'gall before. It can't withstand the legendary blow at all.

But he is not afraid.

The one eye of the pirate wearing an eye patch shines brightly.

He stared hard at the Nagfar in the mist. The cloak of shadow was activated, and the winding and rolling shadow enveloped his body, almost turning his entire body into a body of black mist.

He knew that Habron must be watching him too on that damn ship.

In this foggy battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke and death, the spirit attractor wanted to skin him and tear him apart.

Come on, baby, dance with me.

Blake grinned.

The next moment, amid violent explosions and flames, the cannon was ejected from the barrel. The exploding naval gun collapsed a corner of the stern of the ship, swallowing up the pirates in the shadow cloaks entirely.

I really don't hate you at all!!!

The cannonball with the legendary hit was also accompanied by the long-modulated scream of the kid Daglopula, and hit the Nagfar hundreds of meters away at several times the speed of sound.

Coming soon!

boom

The cannonball almost grazed the head of Habulon, the soul-drawer, and hit the head of a Kvaldir Mist pirate behind him, beating the unlucky guy into mist and splitting it into pieces.

With the blessing of power, it blasted through the decaying deck of the keel battleship and smashed into the lower deck of the battleship.

At this moment, amid the violent shaking of the keel battleship, even Habron couldn't help but touch his cheek.

Well played

The soul leader sneered, staring at the miserable battleship in the fog in front of him, which had been attacked by the half-giant undead and entered the deck:

It's a pity, it's just a little off, just a little bit wrong! Just struggle like this, betrayer Blake Shaw, you are the mistake I made with my own hands, and I will correct it with my own hands soon.

Never beg for mercy.

That way, I won't be able to enjoy your despair.