Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 13 12. The Secret of the Title

"The green pups are charging again! Fire!"

"Mortar squad, come with me!"

"Griffon Riders! Take off! We need Griffin Riders!"

In the afternoon, shouts as loud as thunder, accompanied by low-pitched gunfire and the sound of explosives, exploded on a hill in the southeast of the Hillsbrad Hills.

This is a dwarf castle.

It's called Danga Locke.

Its location just complements the gate of Thoradin's Wall a few kilometers away, and it is an absolutely strategic location.

If the Wall of Thoradin is a heavy shield that the orcs cannot penetrate, then Danga Locke Castle is the hammer that smashes the orcs' war ambitions in front of the heavy shield.

If the orcs who came across the sea could not occupy this place, they would not be able to fully control the eastern part of the Hillsbrad Hills, let alone open up the battlefield between the hills and the highlands.

The inability to get through the two battlefields meant that the two clans of Blood Ring and Dragonmaw who were fighting fiercely with the Kingdom of Stormgard in the Arathi Highlands would not receive support from other clans.

This has greatly dispersed the power of the orc tribe, so the dwarf castle in front of him has become a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh of the orcs who have just established a foothold in the northern border.

"boom"

The shells fired from the castle roared and smashed on the ground under the hill.

Three or four orc warriors who couldn't dodge were served in one pot, and the burst blood sprayed out, and the smell like barbecue made this place feel like hell.

But the more this happened, the more tyrannical the anger of the orcs, the redder their eyes and the louder their roars.

However, this appearance may scare humans, but it will definitely not scare the nervous dwarves. Those short, muscular guys who are less than 1.3 meters tall also let out battle roars one after another.

It seems that they want to compete with the orcs to see whose voice is louder.

The siege of Dangar Locke has been going on for the fifth day, and the orcs have paid a heavy price, breaking down the three gates of the castle and closing in on the inner walls of the castle.

But the dwarves will not admit defeat!

They drove six steam tanks to the gate of the castle and dismantled the wheels. In this way, they blocked the orcs' attempt to enter the castle. On the edge of the second floor of the castle, several mortar teams were firing wildly.

On the ground, there are also bearded bronze-bearded dwarves in heavy armor, holding shields and warhammers, protecting the musketeers and mountain rangers in the back row.

The orcs rushed up in the form of skirmishers, and were repelled by the torrential rain of bullets and shells. Every impact would leave several corpses behind.

There is also a Gryphon Rider of the Wildhammer Dwarves supporting them in the sky.

From time to time, a warhammer shining with lightning would fall from the sky, killing a certain orc leader with precision, and there were less than three hundred dwarves left.

But if they wanted to gnaw this last bone, the orcs would have to pay at least the same price as three hundred people!

This small hill has become the "meat grinder" of Hillsbrad Hills in the past ten days.

Neither side is willing to take a step back.

The victory or defeat here will also directly affect the battle situation in Arathi Highlands.

"These dwarves are amazing!"

Cloth Laike Shaw, who was hiding on the edge of the battlefield and walking in the shadows, was lying behind a big tree interrupted by shells, watching the fight between dwarves and orcs as if watching an exciting war movie.

Although he has no special feelings for the rude and violent dwarves in front of him, Laike has to admit that these dwarves are real cattle.

If the same number of humans were guarding here, they would definitely not last five days in the face of an attack like the orcs.

But the dwarves are in trouble.

Their attention was all attracted by the orcs charging to the front on the battlefield, and they ignored the rear.

Even if Bu Laike hides on the edge, he can still detect the existence of "kinds" from the shadow affinity that has just been strengthened to the intermediate level.

The orcs sent assassins.

Like Bu Laike, they walked in the shadows, skirting the dwarves' frontal battle, and groped into the castle of Dangar Locke.

It was obvious what these ghostly fellows were up to.

Unable to attack head-on, the orc leaders obviously had a twisted mind. They may have chosen not to occupy Danga Locke, but to destroy it directly.

"swish"

The sharp, poison-enhanced dagger twirled nimbly in Laike's left hand and was held by the backhand, and Werther's leg with excellent balance was also caught in the right hand.

He lowered his body, quickened his pace, and touched the dwarf's castle.

Although the fifty warrior souls that Hela requested were regardless of race, orcs and dwarves were fine, but Laike always had his own likes and dislikes.

He is more willing to help the dwarves of Danga Locke than the green orcs.

Although he is already a pirate who knows no distinction between good and evil, he still has to be worthy of his own race. After all, he still bears the surname of Proudmoore.

What's more, the death of Drake's prince was also concocted by the orcs.

This is a "personal grievance".

"Do not!"

In the depths of Danga Locke Castle, where the dwarven ammunition depot is located, a female dwarf quartermaster holding a harpoon was stabbed in the back of the heart by an orc assassin who jumped out of the shadows.

Several companions had fallen beside her.

These short guys have strong skin and strong vitality. They didn't die after such a sneak attack, but fell to the ground and were seriously injured.

She looked desperately at the four orc assassins, each lighting a torch, intending to detonate the ammunition depot.

The explosives stored here are not enough to destroy the entire castle, but once the ammunition depot is destroyed, the dwarves' fire defense line will immediately collapse.

Without the advantage of firepower, after five days of fierce fighting, the equally exhausted dwarves would probably be severely punished by the orcs.

Most importantly, there are still some wounded soldiers resting on the ammunition depot!

"For the Shadow Council!"

These four orc assassins were obviously dead warriors. They broke through without thinking of going back. They roared frantically and lit the fire in their hands.

"hum"

At the critical moment, the female dwarf had already closed her eyes in despair, but with the surge of magic power, the Shadow Cloak suddenly shattered, and a muffled sound like a sea tide sounded in this place far away from the coast.

The four orc assassins were instantly knocked down by the magic punch, and even the flames in their hands were suppressed at the same time.

The rib man who jumped out of the shadows picked up Werther's leg, and hit the nearest orc's temple with a hammer. Hitting a heavy object was indeed more tactile than hitting those soft-skinned snakes.

And the crisp cracking sound sounds so pleasant.

The dagger in the other hand pierced fiercely to the other side, and between the gaps, it was inserted into the eye socket of the orc "fellow", and he did not draw the sword, allowing the guy to fall down.

Don't look at it.

He is dead.

The poison of the Blood Ring Clan has fallen into the hands of Bu Laike and has not missed it. Even the Naga can be poisoned to death, and the mere orcs have no natural resistance, so they can't stand it.

And the female dwarf, who was already in despair, was surprised when she saw that she had come back from desperation.

She stared dumbfounded at the emaciated human who jumped out, and killed the two orcs with a knife in his hand.

Seeing that the remaining two assassins had come to life, he became anxious and jumped up from the ground, ignoring his pierced back for a moment.

At this moment, the brass-colored skin of the female dwarf became as hard as a stone strangely. She forcibly suppressed the bleeding from the wound, picked up her own harpoon, and thrust it upwards.

Because of the height difference between the dwarf and the orc, the fierce harpoon pierced into the orc assassin's awkward position from behind.

Poke in directly from the chrysanthemum.

How strong are dwarves?

It was a desperate time again, so Bu Laike dealt with the two orcs. When he looked back, he saw a distorted orc's face, his eyes widened, and the eyeballs were bloodshot with pain.

"It's terrible."

He scanned down and made a comment in his mood.

Turning around, he raised Werther's leg, held it with both hands, and knocked hard on the last orc assassin's head from top to bottom, like knocking an egg.

"boom"

Amidst the muffled sound, a dazed look flashed in the guy's eyes, and his movements wobbled a bit. As expected of an orc, under such a heavy blow, he even tried to hand out the dagger to Bu Laike.

But the rib man's reaction was obviously faster.

Clutching Werther's leg in his hand, he used the military swordsmanship he had mastered like instinct to strike a cleave forward, knocking the last assassin to the ground.

"then!"

There was a feeble scream behind him, and the sound of something heavy flying. Laike turned his head and grabbed it, sinking his hand, and found it was a dwarven double-barreled shotgun.

Unique shape.

The black bell muzzle was still carved, and it was already loaded, so he lowered the muzzle of the gun and pressed it against the orc assassin's eyes.

Then, pull the trigger.

"boom"

Amidst the muffled gunshot, the orc corpse under his feet twitched, like a watermelon bursting, red and white sprinkled everywhere.

"Thank you, human warrior! My name is Talma Stormpike, thank you for saving my life, and the brothers and sisters in this castle."

The injured female dwarf leaned on her body with a harpoon and broke away from the dwarf's stone statue. She said in a weak but serious tone:

"These hateful green-skinned bastards! It's not enough that they destroyed our Khaz Modan! They want to destroy our home again, unforgivable!"

"The orcs will not give up on the offensive. You have been defending what is impossible to win."

Bu Laike was not polite either. He put the heavy dwarf shotgun aside and said to the female dwarf quartermaster in front of him:

"I want to assassinate the leader of this orc clan, but I need your griffin knights to help me!"

"who said it?"

Although the female dwarf was injured, she was still a dwarf by nature. When she heard Bu Laike's hoarse words, she flicked her big braid in disbelief and said:

"We Stormpike Guard are not afraid of greenskins! We can stay in the castle until we die of old age!"

"I doubt it very much."

Bu Laike hit mercilessly:

"If I hadn't happened to pass by here, you would have been finished just now. In short, for the sake of my helping you, you should take it as an attempt.

Whether I can do it or not, you are not at a loss.

I now need a strong shackle, preferably one with a grapple, and a set of light leather armor that suits my size. Finally, I want this gun in your hand! "

Bu Laike squatted down, searched the corpses of the four orcs, and at the same time threw their souls into the soul lamp, pointed to the shotgun at hand, and said:

"It's powerful, but the barrel is too long, and it's inconvenient for me to use it. Saw it short for me to look like a firecracker!"

"I can't be the master."

The dwarf said aloud:

"I'm going to find Captain Darren right now. He has the authority to mobilize the Griffin Rider, and the leather armor you want is in the box at the back. Find it yourself."

After finishing speaking, the female dwarf grabbed a bottle of red healing potion from her backpack, gulped it down, leaned on a harpoon, and limped out of the bloody ammunition depot.

After she left, Bu Laike touched his forehead. He glanced at the character card and was surprised to find that there was a new title in the title column.

"Orc killer?"

The new pirate touched his chin. He focused on the title, and then a small change occurred: "Orc Slayer (already worn)".

Then all the details of killing orcs in the past few days came to mind.

The emergence of each picture made him understand the orc's body structure and fatal points more deeply. After a few seconds of skimming, Laike slapped his forehead violently.

Now that he knew what these obscure titles represented, he enthusiastically tried to wear the other two titles.

However, neither the "Prince of Kul Tiras" nor the "Spirit Hunter" can be worn. The former is probably related to the "Seal of Hate" in the talent.

And the latter.

Probably because he hadn't completed the first trial given to him by Hela, the god of death.

"But I've killed so many murlocs, why isn't there a title of 'Murloc Killer'?"

The rib man touched the little murloc in his arms, and after a few seconds, he came to a conclusion that should be correct.

"Well, probably because the murlocs are too weak."

(end of this chapter)