Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 36 35. Sword Saint Expedition

   "Did you do something wrong to offend your grandmother? Your family relationship is really tense if you can let her send you by hand as bait."

  In the dark night outside the Alterac Mountains, Black pulled his blade fist from the neck of a wolf cavalry soldier who had penetrated along the front line, and threw the blood from the blade.

   turned around and asked Shaw, who was silently pulling a dagger from another corpse.

  The latter obviously did not have the domineering arrogance that crossed Azeroth more than ten years later, nor did he become a legend who likes men. Well, in Black's memory, Master Shaw's XP is somewhat different from normal men.

   Now he is very jerky.

   Although the assassination action jumped out of the shadows, there was a trace of ruthless and precise momentum after many years.

   Facing Black's question.

  Shore did not answer.

   He seemed to think the question was not worth answering.

  Blake shrugged and glanced forward. With the joint efforts of him and Shaw, only the last two of the wolf cavalry were left, and they had already escaped a dozen meters away on the wolf.

   They are going to report.

   Warns the advancing Fireblade clan behind, there is an ambush here.

"Whizzing"

  Two black-feather arrows shot out from behind the assassin, and in Blake's admiring gaze, they knocked the two fleeing down from the wolf warrior like a heavy punch.

   There was also a fierce bark sounding from the front, and the hound Desolate rushed out from the hiding place, biting off the neck of the fallen orc, and threw at the two wolves with blood.

   Another orc died the moment he fell to the ground.

   A delicate arrow from Quel'Thalas shattered his heart from behind.

   "It's 5:3:2 now."

  The pirate assassin whistled and said to Shore beside him:

   "Strength, assassin, the two of us, with four knives, ended up being beaten by a ranger who was hiding behind and shooting arrows."

   "Crash"

  Shore threw a tinder with his hand, ignited the corpse behind him, and arranged it swiftly, disguising the attack as an encounter.

  He raised his head in the darkness, glanced behind him, and gestured silently.

   means that there should be two orc pioneers infiltrating around, and they must kill these orcs before the Burning Blade Clan arrives.

   Although it is the work of bait.

   But you can't foolishly wait for the flaming blade juggernauts to jump into the encirclement, they have to be more active to attract the attention of the flaming blade orcs.

   To put it simply, you have to draw hatred.

The three rookies in the eyes of the    masters moved fast in the dark night. Above their heads, there was a falcon from Halduron Brightwing guiding the target, as if the fog of war had been opened.

   They soon encountered the second Orc wolf cavalry camped here, also using Maris's assassination arrow as an ambush starter, the two assassins jumped out of the shadows, blood flying.

   Thirty minutes later, the third and last wolf cavalry was precisely eliminated.

  Blake sat beside the burning flame in the back, holding a handful of jerky in his hand and sending it to his mouth. As he ate and regained his energy, he surveyed the surrounding night.

   There was no sound other than the peeling sound of the flames burning.

  Behind him, Nathanos was poisoning the arrows in his quiver. This behavior seemed unrighteous, but considering the nature of the ambush, poisoning was also an excellent strategy.

  The pirate turned his head and saw that Shaw was also poisoning the short sword and dagger, he shook his head, took out a small bottle from his luggage, and threw it away.

   "Use this! The blood ring clan's hunting poison is very poisonous and works very fast. It is better than the poison of the Assassin League. I tried it a few days ago."

  Shore glanced at the bottle at his feet, he glanced at Black, and decisively picked up the poison and smeared the weapon.

   This is a pretty pragmatic guy.

   "They'll be here soon."

The voice of   Marris sounded from behind, and the human ranger fed a handful of jerky to his pet dog. He said:

   "According to the traces we have left, there should be no less than five Fire Blade Sword Saints who have disguised as a group of Alliance Assassins to pursue us.

   This is the limit of what the three of us can lure at once, take them into the blast minefield, and come back.”

"Do not."

  Black interrupted Maris's voice, he stroked the pebble-like charm hanging around his neck, and said:

   "The task given to us by Granny Shaw is to lure as many Fireblade Sword Saints as possible to leave the headquarters. The more Sword Saints we lure away, the higher the success rate of their assassination of Old Dahl in the front.

   Five is not enough! "

   "What do you think?"

  Shore finally spoke for the first time. His voice was so hoarse that he didn't look like a young man in his twenties. He took out a face covering from his arms, put it on his face, and said:

   "Do you have a better way to get attention?"

"Have."

  Blake didn't hide it either, he stood up and said to the two companions beside him:

   "According to Maris, we have left traces, the first wave of pursuers will come after us, and your grandmother has an accurate estimate of our strength.

   Once forced out of the shadows by those Juggernauts, the three of us are finished.

   But what if I told you that I have a way to keep the pursuers immobile? "

  “Shu”

   Maris's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he asked briefly:

   "One? Or a group?"

   "A bunch!"

   Black stroked the Tide Charm and said:

   "I got this thing by accident, I don't know how to describe it to you, but it hasn't let me down since I got it.

   But Juggernaut is not an ordinary orc after all, I'm not sure if he can knock them out for three seconds.

   But no matter if it's five or ten, as long as I don't get hacked to death by them in an instant, I'll be sure to stun them all, at least for a second!

   Just imagine, if the Fireblade Clan loses several Juggernauts, then their second batch will only send more people, and our mission will be overfulfilled.

   Startled those old wives and old men! "

  The pirate moved his shoulders and felt his heart beating wildly. He said:

   "And my only doubt is

  My two friends, in a second, can you kill those immobile swordsmen? If you miss, we're all over. "

   Faced with this question, Shore and Maris looked at each other, he stood up, threw a package to Black, and said:

   "This is a super glitter powder that my grandmother gave me before I set off. It's a super glitter powder mixed with some magic materials. It can mobilize shadows to cover the whole body. If you miss it, use this."

"it is good."

  Black threw the glitter powder into his magic bag. He glanced at the sky, and a black falcon was passing silently over their heads.

   "bass"

With the    blade fist raised, the pirate said to his comrade:

   "They're coming!"

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   "It was the work of a human assassin."

   On the other side of the valley, an old orc with a naked upper body, a flaming blade war flag and a two-handed war knife crouched beside a pile of burnt and disrespectful corpses.

   He professionally checked the traces left on the ground and said to the people behind him:

   "The footprints are messy, and the number of representatives is quite large, but it may also be a suspect, these cunning assassins always like to play this trick and disturb our vision.

   But what is certain is that the assassins who start are all elites, look at these wounds, kill them with one blow, and rarely fight. "

  He took out a broken arrow from the hot ashes, put it under his nostrils and sniffed it.

   "Poisoned, prudent. But as far as I know, human armies don't specialize in rangers, they prefer dwarf-style brutish muskets.

  So, are the elven rangers who were rumored to have appeared in the Arathi Highlands also joining the battle? "

   "This is a trap, with great probability."

   Behind the old orc, another Fire-Blade Sword Saint who was very similar to him said:

   "Chief, we shouldn't be here, the Thunder King clan swore to us that we would gain something in Steinblade, but it all happened by coincidence.

   Regardless of the news of the appearance of the human marshal.

   And that letter, which revealed too much oddity, and to be honest, I don't trust this news confirmed by the assassins who once served the Shadow Council. "

   "Yeah, it might be a conspiracy, but we have to come."

  The chief of the Fireblade Clan, Dar. Triple Bloodblade, threw away the broken arrow in his hand and stood up. This old orc with gray hair and a white beard had a stronger body than other Sword Saints.

   His waist, chest, and arms were covered with old wounds, but they didn't make him look weak. Instead, they were like medals, representing countless fierce battles in his life.

   His skin is dark green.

   That is the pollution caused by the blood of fel energy surging in the body.

   But this blood from the devil did indeed bring violent power to the orcs, and it also gave the old old Dahl the power to wield the warblade again.

   He was wearing dark red combat trousers, with a large rosary with the blessing of a shaman wrapped around his neck, and behind his back was a tattered flaming blade battle flag that had experienced countless battles like him.

   In addition, he has no armor defense.

   For a Juggernaut, wearing armor is a cowardly act.

   And even the lightest leather armor will affect their sword swinging movements, and as a Juggernaut, they are more confident that they can dodge or block every blow that hits them.

   Armor, is meaningless.

   "The Warchief has gone to QuelLS to find new allies for the Horde. The news is now known to the Alliance, and their large-scale counterattack is coming soon.

   We must do something to buy enough time for the Warchief. "

  The old swordsman looked at the dark night in front of him and said in a deep voice:

   "If Lothar is in that city, that's fine, we'll give everything tonight to kill the human commander, which will directly push the war to the end.

   And at this time of the decisive battle, we have a great chance of winning.

   If Lothar wasn't there, it wouldn't matter.

   The human commander of the hilly area, Gavin Rad Doom has already appeared in the city, as long as we can kill him, at least in the hilly area, we can still maintain the oppression of human beings.

   This is a conspiracy.

  Humans are forcing us to make moves. If we do nothing, the Thunder King clan and the Fire Blade clan will be trapped in the hills in the subsequent counterattack.

  The support from the Arathi Highlands is impossible to count on.

  Bah!

   The blood ring clan is a bunch of trash! Just like the Dragonmaw clan who can only hide in the shadow of the dragon, but dare not step out of the wetlands! "

   The old chief shook his head and said to the darkness behind him:

   "The elite human assassins must have been scattered in the valley in front of me, and I will personally go to deal with the human commanders, the swords of the Fireblade Clan!

   I need you to buy me time.

   And this team of assassins who slaughtered our compatriots, they must pay with blood! Go, find them, and give them an honorable death! "

   "Om"

   No one answered the old chief's order.

   But a gust of wind blew up in the dark night, blowing the white hair of the old chief that was tied into a single ponytail at the back of his head, as if the invisible army in the darkness had set off.

   As the subordinates behind him disappeared into the darkness, the old chief with a straight waist finally sighed helplessly.

   "Alas, Samuro, if you are still by my side, then even if I encounter misfortune tonight, I will not have any regrets. Under your leadership, the Burning Blade Clan will not decline.

  Jubeier is also good enough to be entrusted with heavy tasks, but he is too old, as old as I am. "

   He stretched out his hand, as if to touch the wind in the dark night.

   With a slight tear, the black two-handed sword behind him was held in his hands, and the old swordsman's fingers brushed lightly on the dark blade.

   A throbbing, life-like flame burned above the sharp blade.

  The flames illuminated the eyes of the old orc.

   "Tonight may be the last battle of the Burning Blade. Orgrim, you promised me that you would find a new place to live for our people.

   For this, I am willing to drink the curse and wield the sword for you. "

   "I am not afraid of death."

   "But you, promised me"

  As the night wind blew, Dahl, who was holding the blazing blade, took a step forward, and the whole person seemed to disappear into the dark night, without the slightest breath.

   (end of this chapter)