Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 100 10. Cannonball "Diplomacy"

  “Shu”

   Black, who wears the title of a spirit hunter, wielded a sword with soul piercing, emerged from the shadows, and slashed the legs of the tall vrykul undead.

  The sharp master blade cut off the half-giant's legs, only the mist splashed, but no blood flowed out.

   In the wailing of the undead, its huge body lost its balance and fell to the ground on one knee. When he looked up, he saw the expressionless Blake raise his two-handed sword, and cut the sharp blade head-on like an execution.

   "Poof"

   In the sound of a balloon being punctured, the head with a rusted horn helmet and a disgusting stench flew out.

   But the moment the head leaves the body, just like the headless corpse, it quickly turns into a fog and collapses.

  The heat flowed into his body, and Blake didn't stop at all. He turned back and threw the master sword in his hand with a deadly throw, and knocked back Kvaldir, who was roaring and swinging his axe to the mast in the chaos behind him.

  Garona burst out of the shadows at this moment, and the legendary twin blades intertwined and pierced the back of the Mist Pirate, crushing it into a fog and collapsing.

   Perfect fit!

   "Fire!"

   Black's cry spread across the deck in the next instant.

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

   In accordance with the captain's order, the orc gunners holding torches did not aim accurately. They replaced the red-hot solid cannonballs next to them, and shot a wave of barrages towards the sides of the ship.

  Those shells blasted into the fog on both sides of the ship with high temperature, only a small number of them hit the Vrykulon head ship docked there, but they quickly ignited flames.

The    will be ignited by several slender vrykul assault boats with dragon heads that are fastened to the sides of the ship with grappling hooks.

   "Follow me! Warriors! Kill them!"

  Reid roared and grabbed the oil-soaked warblade. The young chief was indeed full of blood and courage. He rushed out of the cabin with his own people and launched a counterattack against the powerful half-giant undead.

   has the ability to attack the undead, the real spirit hunter Black is clearing the way for them, and the orcs ignite their weapons by immersing them in oil to make a temporary "flame enchantment".

   figured out the right way to fight, and after a few minutes, the first wave of vrykul raiders who poured into the deck from the fog was quickly repelled.

  The first wave of Kvaldir pirates who rushed to the deck had less than twenty people, but in less than ten minutes of battle, they fought off at least three times as many orcs.

   This battle damage ratio was so terrifying that Garona, who was hiding in the shadows, took a deep breath.

  Although she hates her fellow orcs who are irritable and want to destroy, but she has been fighting with the old tribe for so many years.

   The last time there was such a terrifying battle loss ratio, it seems that in the world of Draenor, the Shadow Council helped the Warsong Clan to surround and suppress the terrifying Goron giants in the wilderness of Gorgrond.

   At that time, Garona was not strong enough, so that battle made her memory fresh, and now, her definition of "hard battle" has been refreshed again.

   But such a cruel scene, which can be called a massacre, is only the beginning of today's naval battle.

  After the heavily injured black-toothed orcs swept away the half-giant undead on the deck, before they could utter a victory battle cry, more low-pitched horns were heard, echoing in the surrounding fog.

   There were more Dragon Head warships rushing over this time, and in the shadowy fog in the distance, the characteristic mast and shape of the Nagfar were also looming.

   It's coming!

  Habron is already full of murderous intentions, and he wants to come over and 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 dozen or so dragon-headed warships rushing out of the fog.

   In such a desperate moment, there are cowards who retreat.

   But as long as the orcs with a little brain know, if they don't work hard, once more half-giant undead appear, the destruction of the Black-toothed Smile Clan is just around the corner.

  Therefore, on the small deck, they were divided into two teams under the order of Reid, the naval guns were concentrated, the weapons were ignited, and a temporary front was formed by valiantness.

   In the roar and **** bravery, a small counterattack was launched, and the half-giants who climbed up the deck were pushed down, or simply chopped to death, and the orc gunners also roared.

   The crimson eyes fired at the highest frequency, destroying the dragon head warships that rushed out of the fog.

   At this moment, the disadvantage of the undead in Hell's lack of long-range weapons was fully revealed, and the precarious battle situation was stabilized in an instant with the roar of the cannonballs.

   But such stability cannot last long.

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

Once the Naglfar is close to the battlefield, once more vrykul undead join the battle, the Black-toothed Laughing Clan will be quickly defeated. If the strength of the individual and the group is not dominant, this battle will undoubtedly be lost. .

   "Black, use your evil wisdom to find a way!"

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

   Relying on the legendary double blade of the Kingslayer, shuttled from the shadows, and the legendary assassin who killed the misty undead with one knife, was also a little unbearable.

"No hurries!"

  Black wielded daggers and daggers, and continued to assassinate half-giant undead in the shadows. As he fought, he looked at the location of the Nagfar in the mist.

  The guns on the Orc ship are very rubbish. There are less than 40 guns on a ship that should be equipped with a fixed number of 50 guns, and the maximum caliber is only a pitiful 12 pounds.

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

   In other words, even if Black is in a hurry now, he has to wait for the Nagfar to approach the ship about 600 meters before he can act. There is only one chance.

  Once you miss.

   "Come closer, come closer!"

  The pirate captain stared at the Nagfar's hull moving in the fog. After a few minutes, when the orcs' front line nearly collapsed, Black turned and threw out the hook lock and hooked it above the main mast.

   The whole person was taken up in the air for a moment, then jumped with shadow steps, crossed the small half of the deck, and appeared directly behind the orc warlock Evil Eye at the top of the poop.

   The warlock was already terrified by the ferocity of the battle.

   He holds a fel rune in his hand, ready to activate and summon his strongest demon servant.

   But while he was trembling, he also fulfilled Black's orders.

Beside him, there was a 12-pounder gun that had been pushed to the poop, and the muzzle had been pointed in the direction of the Nagfar. At the feet of Warlock, the strange cannonball specially made by him and Blake was hitting the spot. where to put it.

   This is a solid bullet hollowed out in the center, and the interior is reinforced, and Black's contract kid Daglop will be lying beside the cannonball with a tangled face.

  It was emaciated with a magic bag belonging to Black tied to it.

   is like carrying a "dynamite pack".

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

  The pirates landed here and began to fine-tune the position of the naval guns.

   He said to his contract kid without looking back:

   "I'll ask you one last time, do you know what to do?"

   "I feel like I'm being used!"

  The little devil Daglop screamed:

   "The revenge I imagined is not like this! You evil master, you want me to get into the cannonball, and I will be blown back to the Twisting Void the moment you open the cannon!"

   "No, you won't."

  Blake narrowed his left eye, grabbed the cannonball with both hands, and said to his little devil:

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

   "Yes yes yes! I will do it right away, and send me this little guy to carry out this death-defying mission."

   Daglop shouted in a sharp sarcastic tone.

   But under Black's watch, it finally didn't have the guts to go against the new owner, and could only obediently follow the hole that opened into the cannonball, which was then stuffed into the barrel by Black.

   "Listen to my orders, prepare to set fire!"

  Blake pressed his hands in the dark barrel, he pointed the muzzle in the direction of the Nagfar, and the next moment, the Ranger's sniper skills were activated.

  Charge starts.

The    gun is a long-range attack weapon.

  Cannon is also a long-range attack weapon.

   There is no theoretical difference between the two. Blake tried it last night, and the sniper skill can be activated with naval guns.

The existence of this skill    is the confidence that Blake dares to let the kid perform the task, and can also ensure that it will not be blown up to death.

   On the Broken Beach before, the shot of sniping Chogall has proved that in the sniper state, even if the launcher is damaged, the bullet will definitely hit the target.

   The charge quickly exceeds five seconds.

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

   Charge for 5 seconds, sniper proficiency +1

  Death Mark Talent, Ranged Combat Skill Effect +1

  The pirates are located above the sea, the Proudmoore bloodline is activated, all combat skills and talent effects are +1, calculated separately, everything is like the amazing shot of Black sniper at Chogall before.

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

   Take off from skillful.

   Mastery, Master, Grandmaster, Legend!

   "Fire! Then run! The farther the better!"

  The pirate captain roared in a deep voice, and the warlock Evil Eye next to him immediately ignited the gun lead with the fire wire in his hand. When the sparks appeared from the rustling propellant pack lead, the warlock turned and ran away.

  Black maintained the action of fixing the barrel of the naval gun.

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

  This thing is the same as the gun that sniped Chogall before, it can't withstand the legendary blow at all.

   But he was not afraid.

   The pirate's one eye with a blindfold shone with light.

   He stared at the Nagfar in the mist, the shadow cloak was activated, and the entwining and rolling shadow shrouded his body, almost turning his entire body into a black mist.

   He knew that on that **** ship, Habloon must be watching him too.

   In this foggy battlefield full of gunpowder smoke and death, the soul-inducing person could not wait to tear him apart.

   "Come on baby, dance with me."

   Black grinned.

   In the next moment, in the violent explosion of fire, the cannon shot out, and the blasted naval gun collapsed the entire poop, engulfing the pirates in the shadow cloak.

   "I really don't hate you at all!!"

  The cannonball with the legendary blow also smashed into the Nagfar hundreds of meters away at several times the speed of sound in the long-shifted scream of the little devil Daglopura.

   Coming soon!

"boom"

  The cannonball almost rubbed the head of Hablon, the soul-seeker, and hit the head of a Kvaldir mist pirate behind him, smashing the unfortunate into a mist and breaking it into pieces.

  , under the blessing of power, smashed through the decaying deck of the keel battleship and smashed into the lower layer of the battleship.

   At this moment, in the violent shaking of the keeled battleship, even Habloon couldn't help touching his cheek.

   "play well"

   The soul attractor sneered, staring at the miserable battleship that had been attacked by the half-giant undead on the deck in the fog in front of him:

   "Unfortunately, it's a little off, it's almost! Just struggle like this, Betrayer Blake Shaw, you are a mistake I made with my own hands, and I will fix it with my own hands soon.

  Don't beg for mercy.

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

   (end of this chapter)