Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The tidal talisman launched a sneak attack, and the enemy was close at hand, but was knocked unconscious by the magic power.

This made the dagger handed out by Black unable to be defended, and he wore the title of "Orc Killer", so that the rib man seemed to have a slight movement correction when fighting the enemy orcs.

For a moment, cold light rushed up with blood, causing the sharp dagger to directly penetrate into the bone-chewing chief's left eye.

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

But he cannot be exempted from the three-second stun caused by the magic shock. He is just a little chief, a nobody, not one of those legendary heroes.

"boom"

Wirt's leg hit the head of the guard next to the chief hard. Blake 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 battle ax slashed down the neck and was blocked by the chief's neck protector, but the spine was still severed by the powerful and heavy chop.

Assassination completed!

It took less than two seconds. It looked relaxed and comfortable, but in fact it was extremely dangerous. If he didn't have a "little artifact" like the Tide Spell in his hand, Blake would never come here to die.

Surrounded by five injured orcs, he would be chopped into pieces the moment he showed up to assassinate him.

But that's what equipment is for.

Help the user defeat the enemy.

In the third second of dizziness, Blake grabbed the blood-stained battle ax, flicked his wrist, and the heavy weapon whizzed away towards the guard farthest away from him.

Fatal Throw!

"puff"

Another bloody light lit up, and at such a close distance, the battle ax rolled twice and struck hard into the seriously injured orc's chest, pushing him out with kinetic energy.

There was no life left when he fell to the ground.

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

This chief seems to be a "rare monster".

There is also the bonus of perfect assassination, and the heat flows in for a moment. The pirate class of the character card jumps from level 14 to level 15, and there is an additional skill in the skill bar.

But before Blake had time to look, he was pushed to the ground by the orc who rushed towards him.

The orc roared, his teeth were cracked, his face was twisted like a demon, and his hands were stuck on Black's neck. In just a moment, the rib man heard the overwhelming crackling sound of his spine.

These violent orcs should not be underestimated. One mistake will lead to their death.

"boom"

While struggling, the pirate curled up his left leg and gave the orc who was lying on his body a hard push, right on his crotch, causing the orc's eyes to bulge out for a moment.

The fatal weakness of all men was struck, causing his face to be filled with pain.

The sharp murloc knife was taken out from the bag, caught in Blake's hand, and he stabbed upwards hard, piercing the orc's chin from below and diagonally upward into the brain.

The title of Orc Killer is really useful.

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 correct general direction, with weak movement correction, it will always penetrate the orc's fatal spot.

But the crisis is not over yet.

There were two more chief guards who bent down to pick up their weapons, then dragged their bodies covered in blood and rushed towards Black again. The new pirate rolled on the ground and punched twice, awkwardly avoiding the piercing of the halberd.

This is pirate fighting art.

Well, that's how pirates fight, very informally.

When he just got up, the orc guards were already roaring and rushing towards him. Black only had the Leg of Werther in his hand and no other weapons.

No.

There is still one.

He endured the pain from his neck, took out the musket with the barrel shortened from his arms, raised his hand and pulled the trigger. There were two bangs, and two lead bullets flew out from the muzzle of the gun.

At a distance of less than one meter, it hit the orc's chest hard.

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

The slightly heavy musket swirled like a flying hammer, hitting the last orc in the eye, knocking his chopping action out of shape, and Blake took the opportunity to distance himself.

He moved his shoulders and looked at his waist and abdomen. There was a strain there and there was some pain. He took advantage of the time when the orc stood up straight and glanced at the character card.

The pirate class level 15 does not give talents, but gives active skills.

"Sneak Attack (Elementary). The attack is accompanied by shadow power, causing additional damage."

"this"

Blake glanced at the Werther's leg in his hand, silently inserted it back into his waist, picked up two rough orc-style swords from the side, and held them in his hands.

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

The assassin moved his shoulders and assumed a Kul Tiran military swordsmanship stance. The orc glanced at the chief's severed neck with red eyes.

It spat bloody saliva to the side, and regardless of its serious injuries and weakness, it raised its halberd, roared, and rushed towards Blake.

The assassin also waved his two swords to meet him. For a moment, the two swords were slashed and the shadow attack was launched. A black line was attached to the blade, making it look darker.

It is true that most of the travelers who walk on the Shadow Road like to fight with one hit to kill, but as a pirate, he does not always have the opportunity to launch an assassination.

It is necessary to practice fighting swordsmanship seriously.

It is really important to practice combat swordsmanship at least before learning the "disappearance" skill that allows you to instantly enter stealth again after breaking the forward movement.

This way, at least if the assassination fails, you don't have to worry about being easily hacked to death in a head-on battle.

And in the end, how should I put it?

Isn’t there an old saying that goes well?

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

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

While Blake was desperately trying to assassinate the chief, Captain Darren Tieshan was also standing on a steam tank that had been reinstalled with wheels under the Dangarok Hill of the dwarf castle.

He commanded the three hundred dwarves who could still fight and formed an assault formation, fully prepared to break through and feign an attack.

The dwarf mortars and musketeers at the rear also fired at the orcs in front at the fastest speed. Bullets flew like raindrops, making the orcs who were rushing towards them unable to raise their heads.

But the brave and violent orcs have received orders from Chief Halkan Skull Splitter.

They also pressed forward with their entire army and wanted to kill all the "escaping" dwarves.

At the front of the formation, the dwarf warriors holding hammers and shields were already fighting with the berserkers of the Bonechewer clan, but the cunning dwarf commander chose a great terrain.

The orcs' formation couldn't get out of the way and could only be suppressed by the condescending dwarves.

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

Captain Darren stood on the steam tank, holding a large-caliber musket in his hand. He knocked down the fastest orc warrior who jumped at him with one shot, and then threw the gun to the adjutant.

He looked anxiously at the orc camp. Although he had no hope of Black's assassination, he still couldn't help but want to see a miracle happen.

If there is no miracle, just rely on the more than 300 dwarf wounded soldiers under his command.

If they can hold on for another three days at most, they will be finished.

"That human must be dead."

The captain's adjutant, of course, is also a dwarf. He looks like a hunter. He holds an exquisite spear and wears a green ranger uniform.

Behind the tank was a roaring brown bear.

That's the adjutant's pet.

"Although Harkan Skullsplitter is not a famous orc, I heard that when he attacked Stormwind City, he also killed a knight head-on."

The adjutant handed the loaded rifle to the captain and said regretfully:

"That human assassin is very courageous, but with his strength, it is almost impossible to win against such an elite orc.

As I said before, let him die.

However, that human being was worthy of being a warrior under Admiral Dai Lin, and he deserved to be praised just as much as the admiral's bravery that spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms.

He did not disgrace his country."

"Whoosh"

Before the chatty dwarf adjutant finished speaking, he saw a red flare shooting into the sky from a distance.

"Muradin's beard is up there! He really did it!"

Captain Darren Tieshan looked at the flare above his head in surprise. He exclaimed in a dwarf-like way for a moment, but then his eyes lit up, he grabbed the horn at hand and puffed out his cheeks to blow.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The low and powerful sound of the horn spread across the entire battlefield. The dwarves who were still feigning an attack looked at each other, roared in unison, waved their weapons, and charged forward with their short legs.

When the gryphon knights who were transporting the wounded heard the horn sound, they also turned around and flew towards the orc camp.

Just a few minutes later, the fire oil and torches falling from the sky quickly ignited the place.

There are also "spies" who have been arranged in advance.

The cunning captain was fully prepared. After the horn sounded, some dwarves who could speak the orcish language shouted loudly, imitating the orcish war cry:

"Skullsplitter is dead! We're finished!"

"Human reinforcements are coming from behind! This is a trap! They are killing us!"

"The camp is on fire! We're doomed!"

"Our army is defeated!"

"Run, escape!"

The dwarves' voices were notoriously loud throughout Azeroth, and they would shout randomly throughout the melee, which actually caused some simple-minded orcs to stop fighting.

What's even scarier is.

Just like the clumsy war cry of those dwarves, they looked back and saw that there was really a raging fire in the direction of the camp. How could the Skullsplitter chieftain allow the camp to burn if he wasn't really dead?

What these dwarves shout is true!

Human reinforcements are coming!

The dwarves' breakout today is just a bait!

They must have received the news in advance, just to attack from both sides and kill all the orcs who were on their way to death!

The flames of panic were ignited.

The powerful charge of the dwarves was like a whip, hitting the bewildered orcs hard. They drank the blood of demons, and the manic power burned out their brains.

Let their wisdom depart from them.

This is the curse of power.

"We win! We win!"

Captain Darren laughed crazily. Under his command, the three hundred remaining dwarf soldiers were like heavy hammers, hammering hard on the panicked orc army.

What started as an escape of one or two people soon turned into a rout.

The orcs clearly still have a numerical advantage.

"Charge! Charge over! Crush the greenskin to death!"

Excited dwarves stood on steam tanks, swinging battle axes and yelling.

This moment of ecstasy made the dwarf a little forgetful, and it also reminded him of the request Black had entrusted to him by Quartermaster Talma Stormpike before the war began.

The bearded dwarf captain thought for a moment, and then shouted to the adjutant behind him who had an equally excited expression and was sniping at the fleeing orcs with his rifle:

"Gref, take a few young men to capture a group of orc prisoners and bring them back."

"Um?"

The hunter's adjutant, who was commanding the big brown bear pet and slapping the orcs around, was stunned for a moment.

He scratched his head and asked with the unique simplicity of a dwarf:

"Darren, why bother with this? You will be killed anyway if you capture them. We don't have time to accept prisoners. These greenskins deserve to die!"

"It's a gift!"

The dwarf captain jumped down from the steam tank with a battle axe. He shouldered this violent weapon and said to the adjutant:

"A gift for our Mr. Orc Slayer! He requested the right to execute to comfort 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 greenskins have brought too many disasters.

That was a prince, and he died as mysteriously as an ordinary person. "

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

After the orcs occupied Khaz Modan, the dwarves also lost many of their compatriots.

This damn war!

"Okay, I'll catch it."

The adjutant shouldered a gun that was taller than the others and shouted:

"I want to catch twenty, no! Catch thirty and give them to him!"

"Such a brave journey deserves such a reward."