Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 21 20. The stepping stone

  Two thousand and eight hundred years ago, the first emperor of mankind, the great Thoradin the Great, built the Thoradin Wall in order to resist the invasion of the forest trolls. Today, it still stands between the two plains of the Kingdom of Stromgard.

   It is a miracle.

   represents the tenacity and perseverance of human ancestors.

   More than 20 meters high, a huge black wall as thick as a city wall, standing between the Hillsbrad Hills and the Arathi Highlands, stretching for hundreds of kilometers, with only one city gate to pass through.

   This Millennium Wall was a testimony to history in the past.

   But in this war years, it has once again fulfilled its important task of guarding the hinterland of human civilization.

   It is also because of its existence that the orc tribes who landed in the northern Xinjiang were divided into two battlefields, east and west, giving the commander of the human coalition more time to deploy troops.

   And now Black and Maris, Dunhold Castle, where they were going, and Dungarok Castle when they set off, are just at the north and south ends of the Wall of Thoradin.

   is like two fists extending from this huge wall, guarding the area around Thoradin's wall one left and one right.

   Orcs are not fools.

   They realized the trouble the existence of this wall caused them. Since the orcs landed on the hills two weeks ago, they have been dividing their forces, harassing and trying to seize the wall.

The offensive and defensive battles of   dwarves castles are just the most intense areas of these battles.

   is not all battlefields.

   "Go! Hurry up! Breakout formation!"

  At the northern end of Thoradin's Wall, by the river southwest of Dunhold Castle, a group of human soldiers is anxiously moving.

  Everyone rides a horse, and there are few soldiers wearing armor, which can ensure that the speed of the horse is no slower than that of the wolf cavalry of the orcs, but they are not very lucky.

   As he retreated along the river that flows down the Alterac Mountains into the Endless Sea, he encountered besieged orcs.

   There is only one orc wolf cavalry.

The number of    is about 20, and the number of human scouts is 30. If you occupy a favorable terrain, it is not impossible to fight. Unfortunately, the young sergeant at the head cherishes the lives of his subordinates too much.

   or to put it another way.

   He is not so brave.

   After realizing that he was discovered by the orcs, the sergeant immediately issued an order to break out of the siege. They responded quickly, got up from the camp by the river, mounted fast horses, and moved to the castle in the northeast.

   But the Orcs are faster.

   When they realized that this human being was about to run, the wolf cavalry immediately launched an assault formation. The roaring, one-person-high black wolf, carrying them fierce knights, howled and saved from the forest.

  These elite orcs are wearing blood-red leather armor, with clan battle flags tied behind their backs, holding sharp spears, or exaggerated beheading swords, and learning the roar of war wolves in their mouths, just like a hunt to drive away their prey.

   They rushed from all directions.

   There were only more than 20 people, but they formed a battle of nearly 100 people, which made the human scouts who were eager to retreat even more panic. Under the leadership of the young sergeant, they rushed from the river bank into the woods.

   But this is right in the arms of the orc wolf cavalry.

   Human horses outlast their wolves.

   But in the forest with many obstacles, it is not as flexible as the wolf warrior at all. Humans were driven into the forest and lost their speed advantage, which is what they have.

   "Disperse! Break out of the castle! Request reinforcements!"

   During the retreat, the young sergeant made a second mistake.

   He asked his subordinates to spread out and break through, probably thinking of dispersing the number of chasing troops behind him.

   But the wolf cavalry are more than happy to see this situation appear. In one-on-one situation, these ordinary human soldiers are no match for the green orcs at all.

   The power gap between the two sides is too great. Once they are caught up, they can only face a miserable end.

Two wrong orders came to fruition within a few minutes. The young sergeant was surrounded by two wolf cavalry soldiers one after the other. In his ears, he could only hear one after another coming from the surrounding forest. scream.

   This can't even be called a battle.

   This is a massacre.

   "Hehe, humans are weak!"

   The captain of the Thunder King clan's wolf cavalry, who was riding on the fierce wolf warrior, stretched out his hand with a malicious face, and made a weak gesture to the sergeant who was covered in cold sweat in front of him.

   The beast war wolf under his crotch even roared with claws and claws, forcing the sergeant's war horse to keep retreating.

   But there was also an orc wolf riding behind him.

   has already grabbed the spear and made a throwing action.

   The human rookie in front of him was attracted by the captain and didn't notice the murderous intent behind him. As long as he throws his spear, he will be dead!

"Ha ha"

   A cruel smile broke out in the orc's eyes.

   He likes this kind of easy battle, and it is much easier to hunt down these lone human scouts than to face the charge of human heavy cavalry.

  Those highland knights who are lined up on the battlefield to wall charge are the nightmare of all wolf cavalry in large-scale and large-scale battles.

   And the human beings, relying on this unique skill and the cooperation of the infantry tactics of the large army, were able to withstand the attack of the blood ring orcs in the Arathi Highlands.

   "The Holy Light is above, I'm finished."

   The young sergeant was desperate, but he finally had some courage between his life and death. With a swoosh, he pulled out the war sword from his waist, pulled up the reins, and was about to charge forward.

  I plan to die like a warrior, at least not to discredit my family.

   "Whoosh"

   This reaction seemed to satisfy the secret observers. With a faint screeching sound behind the sergeant, the orc, who was about to throw a spear for a sneak attack, covered his neck in astonishment and fell from the wolf.

   Viscous blood flowed from his fingers, unable to stop it at all.

  The thick neck of the orc was cut open by a sharp weapon, like a wicked smile.

   On the saddle of the Wolf Warrior, there is a thin guy in black leather armor. The most striking thing is that the place where the guy's left fist is, is a ferocious black blade fist.

   is still dripping blood.

   "Orc Killer!"

   Sergeant screamed in surprise.

   In the past few days, he was on a reconnaissance mission in the hills, and he heard that there was a ghost-like avenger wandering the battlefield full of orcs.

   He will mercilessly take the head of every orc who encounters him.

   When the brave wolf cavalry encounters him, there is only one way to die.

   This gossip originally came from the dwarves of Dangarok. Eight days ago, the dwarves fought back against the bone-chewing orcs, and this legend was also widely spread in the hilly area.

   At this critical moment when the orcs invaded the northern border, all armies need to create some heroic deeds to boost morale, and nothing can boost people's hearts more than a lone revenge hero.

"Roar!"

  Compared to the sergeant's surprise, when the orc wolf cavalry captain saw the human assassin holding a blade fist, he roared angrily, manipulated the crotch wolf, and rushed towards Black.

   The beheading sword in his hand has been raised.

   His eyes were blood red.

   Obviously entered the **** rage. Humans thought that the "orc killer" was just a new legend, but the orcs knew that the ghost really existed.

  It was he who assassinated Tarkan Skullbreaker, the chieftain of the Bonechew clan, which led to the failure of the siege of Dangarok.

   The Bone-biting Clan, who lost its chief, has issued a bounty for this ruthless guy. As long as they can bring back the Skullbreaker's unforgeable Blade Fist that was taken away by human assassins, they will be rewarded.

  Compared to the young scout who was so scared that he was about to wet his pants, an opponent like the Orc Killer was more in line with the tradition of Orcs challenging the strong.

   This is almost the old tribe orcs who have lost all their glory. The last remaining feature can be called an advantage. Of course, when these butchers slaughtered human beings, old and weak, women and children, they did not hesitate.

   So, they live the **** pain.

   "Assassin! Die!"

  The wolf cavalry captain held a big sword, and the wolf and man were one at a time and rushed towards Black. The feeling of his slashing out was very good, just like the countless times in the past.

   This blow is guaranteed!

   "Boom"

A clear, tidal-like vibration echoed in the ears of the orc wolf cavalry captain in the next instant, making him a little puzzled, but the invisible magic blow made him and the crotch wolf stunned at the same time. middle.

   flashed again with the light of the knife.

   A roaring head flew up from the neck, streaked an arc in the air, and finally smashed under the young sergeant's horse.

   Old school.

   With a wave of the blade, the head fell to the ground.

   Blake Shaw, who had completed a perfect assassination, saw the **** glow of the headless corpse in front of him, and his heart was no longer fluctuating.

   squatted down and began to search for the two orc wolf cavalry.

   is still the old rule.

   Orc captain's experience belongs to himself.

   Minion's experience or Soul Fragment, "feed" Hela's Soul Lamp.

   Both sides were satisfied, especially Blake's face full of surprise. After he touched a piece of equipment on the wolf cavalry captain, he was even happier.

   "Heading sword. Excellent quality. Weak slash. Weak heavy blow."

  Black carried the wolf cavalry's beheading sword and waved it in his hand. This thing is a good weapon for a warrior, but for an assassin like him, it would be too cumbersome to carry.

   Although not used.

   But being able to touch the equipment on the minion proves that Black's character is still strong, which makes him very happy.

   "Thank you for saving my life!"

   A slightly excited voice sounded behind Blake, he looked back, the young sergeant was standing behind him, wiping his sweat and thanking him with a smile on his face.

  Blake's eyes swept across the emblem on the sergeant's chest, and he said in a hoarse tone:

   "You, the soldiers of Dunhold Castle?"

   "Yes! We are under the command of Major Edras Blackmore, guarding the military town of Durnholde Castle, and carrying out a reconnaissance mission on the front line of Tarren Mill."

  The young sergeant straightened his back and said proudly:

   "Our major has responded to General Gavin Rader's call and is ready to lead the army to join the counterattack against the Greenskin Orcs."

   Speaking of which.

   The young man's eyes rolled, and he said sincerely to the orc killer in front of him:

   "My mentor, Major Blackmoore is recruiting all warriors who are willing to fight for the destiny of mankind. Warriors like you are bound to be greatly welcomed at Dunhold Castle, that."

   "No hurry."

  Blake shook his head, threw the two-handed sword in his bag into his suitcase, and said to the young sergeant in front of him:

   "Get on the horse!"

"Um?"

   The young sergeant was stunned for a moment. Seeing that Blake threw out the hook lock and climbed up the branch in front of him like a nimble monkey, the assassin turned his head and said to the sergeant who was stunned there:

   "You don't want your subordinates' lives? They are still being slaughtered by orcs. My companions are trying their best to save them, but if you don't hurry, they will probably be disappointed with their superiors."

   "Oh, yes! My soldiers!"

   The young man woke up like a dream, and hurriedly got on his horse, and as Blake rushed into the forest, he rode his horse, swung his sword, made a brave gesture, and shouted:

   "Orc killer, I've heard your story, my name is Oriden Perenold! I'm honored to fight alongside you today!"

   "You can shout louder, rookie, it's best to attract all the orcs."

   Black, who was following behind, replied faintly, making the excited young sergeant suddenly embarrassed, no more words, and rushed into the forest with his sword.

   "Oridon Perenold, the bereaved family of King Alterac, the leader of the syndicate bandits, and the apprentice of Edras Blackmore, thanks for the guidance of fate."

  The pirate was walking through the forest, crouching on the tree trunk like a ninja, among the scattered leaves above his head, he squinted and looked at the young sergeant galloping in front of his eyes.

   said in his heart:

   "Come on, rookie, and take me to the child of the world. Little Thrall, who is about four years old this year, I am an orc killer, I am here to visit you!"

   (end of this chapter)