Hinterlands, Yagwatha.

This is one of the ruins left by the empire when the Amani trolls were powerful. In that era 2,800 years ago, the forest trolls in the northern frontier had their own empire.

They call it Amani.

The trolls believe that the entire land of Azeroth is the territory of their ancestors. They have the absolute qualifications and power to rebuild the glory of their ancestors after the collapse of the earth 10,000 years ago.

The Amani trolls at that time were proud.

Starting from their core area, they attacked the human tribes that thrived in the Arathi Highlands to the south, and the high elves who established their kingdom in Quel'Thalas to the north.

They do have the qualifications to be proud of.

The war started on both the north and south fronts at the same time. The war was fought on the ascendant human civilization at the time, and the high elves who were trapped in one place were abandoned. Both sides were once forced into a desperate situation by the Amani Empire.

So they decisively chose to unite.

After the alliance between the human emperor Thoradin and the sun king Anasterian, the high elves and humans fought back on two fronts and cooperated with each other.

Finally, in the decisive battle at the pass of the Alterac Mountains, the first batch of human mages who had learned magic from the high elves used a group attack to cast spells and killed the Amani Empire's general in command, the divine warrior Sinsa.

Then, the forest troll's dream of an empire was shattered.

They were unable to recover.

From then to now, it has been declining all the way, never rising again.

This afternoon, just after the dream of the troll empire was shattered, and in the ancient ruins where all the glory was completely buried in time, a hunt in the shadows was going on.

There is an orc team stationed here, more than fifty people.

There were an equal number of forest trolls on guard outside, but when they discovered the intruders, all four orc captains had their heads cut off.

Moreover, the cunning intruder poisoned the drinking water, leaving a group of wounded people without a chance to resist, and died from the deadly poison of the Blood Ring Clan.

The whole camp was in chaos.

Black, who was hiding in the shadows, blinked his eyes under his hood and face mask. He held a very delicate dwarf detonation device in his hand. Under the cover of a big tree, he pulled the switch.

"boom"

The dwarf mines buried around the ruins were detonated at the same time, killing seven or eight trolls in the flying fire. Inflammable materials piled deep in the camp were also ignited by the explosion flames.

In just a few minutes, the entire ruins burst into flames.

But Blake wasn't satisfied with this.

"Losing control is indeed the essence of dwarf technology. I planted six hidden mines, but only five exploded, and one lost control."

He threw out the hook lock in the shadow, grabbed it on the masonry of a ruin, and pulled him to the center of several orcs who were transferring supplies. The moment he emerged from the shadow, his blade fist pierced the back of the orc in front of him.

A standard and powerful sneak attack, in the shadow like black smoke wrapped around the blade, pierced the rough leather armor, causing even greater damage and blood splattering everywhere.

The heart of that strong orc was smashed into a ball of minced meat.

The other four orcs reacted immediately, waving their weapons and ready to attack.

But the phantom sound of the tide rang in his ears, and the next moment he was stunned by the magic power and fell to the ground. Black drew the knife in his hand, and the excitement of hunting in the fighting state made him swing the knife and dodge faster.

The title of Orc Killer, Weapon Master talent, and dual action correction double his lethality against orcs.

The second the Tide Spell took effect, the Blade Fist and Thrash Blade were swung from both sides in a double attack, cutting off the necks of the two orcs, and then rolling along, inserting the dagger into the enemy's eyes.

At the last second, he stood up, turned around, threw out the poison-quenching flying knife, and inserted it into the shoulder of the last person.

Exactly three seconds.

Perfect!

Five streams of heat poured into Black's arms, and four of them were converted into experience by him, and were dropped on the 18th-level Ranger class. Under Black's delighted gaze, the experience bar of the Ranger class rose again by a small amount.

The last soul fragment was thrown to the soul-guiding lamp on the waist, and the Hell Messenger's state was temporarily sealed. This soul could not return to Hela, which would take advantage of the weak soul in the soul-guiding lamp.

"Um?"

Blake squatted down and began to search for the loot. He asked:

"What's wrong? Little girl, is the food not to your taste?"

"I..."

Sephiel wanted to respond with a complicated tone.

But she didn't need to say more, Black knew what she wanted to say. The pirate stood up regretfully, finding nothing on the five orcs. He turned around and stepped into the shadows again, and began to search for the next victim in the burning ruins.

He said:

"You are a dragon, and the diet is supposed to be complicated. What's wrong? Have you never eaten humans before? Think about it on the bright side, these are not humans, they are orcs.

If you really don't want to eat it, just give it back to me, I can still use it."

Sephiel didn't answer after all.

The pale light on the soul-inducing lamp also quickly changed a little, and there seemed to be the sound of swallowing and chewing coming from it, causing a weird smile to appear on the corner of the bad guy Blake's mouth.

As he walked around the edge of the growing fire, Blake found three or four more orcs who were howling and trying to rescue military supplies from the flames.

There was also a strangely dressed troll in a robe who was also helping them.

"Shua"

When the assassin stepped on his feet, his figure disappeared into the shadows. When he reappeared, he was already behind the tallest orc, and the curved blade of the Thrash Blade grazed his throat and cut into it.

The orc's eyes widened and he subconsciously covered his wound.

Black emerged from the broken shadow and kicked the orc on the back, knocking him down and pressing him against the troll priest who was casting a spell.

As if the shaman's spellcasting was interrupted, the water element that had emerged from half of its body howled, then turned into a large stream of cold water and dissipated.

"boom"

After completing the assassination, the pirate took out the musket in his arms, aimed at the orc swinging the battle ax in front of him, took aim briefly, pulled the trigger, and activated his sniper skill.

The projectiles flying from the muzzle hit the orc's eyes accurately, and the bloody light exploded, like an invisible fist hitting the face, raising the guy's head, and the skull was opened.

The gun in his hand is no longer the dwarf shotgun with the barrel shortened. It is a dwarf handmade by Kelsey Steelspark, a dwarf who had fought alongside her again in Lordaeron.

Musket.

To put it simply, the technology content is higher.

Although its appearance is no different from that of a dwarf gun, this black short gun with an exquisite flint lighter has a very powerful name.

BKP "Sparrow" short gun

Excellent quality

Weak puncture. Weak precision

Um.

Just by hearing this "different" name, you can tell that it is a dwarf product.

Kelsey said that she can also make more powerful special-purpose assassin guns, but she needs to go back to Gnomeregan, the technological city of the dwarves, and use precision machine tools to make them there.

And the little dwarf still needs Black to pay for it himself.

The research funding granted to her by the Craftsmen Council for this year has reached its bottom, and Blake cannot be advanced.

So the pirate spent all the gold coins he had and ordered an assassin-style short gun from Kelsey, but it would take half a year to a year to deliver.

After all, it is still a war period, and Kelsey, who serves the alliance military, probably does not have that much time to do private work.

In short, every time Blake chatted with the pink-haired Kelsey Steelspark, Blake would have a faint, weird, nostalgic feeling of familiarity.

It was as if he was not in a fantasy world of magic and swords, but in his real hometown, discussing dangerous topics with a black gun dealer.

Blake killed two orcs, and the last one had already rushed in front of him. He grabbed the sword with both hands and chopped off his head. At this distance, he could only draw his sword and fight in close combat.

The pirate was not timid at all. He bent down and rolled. With the blessing of the standard pirate fighting skills of rogue fighting, he stood up and approached the orc, swinging his hand and swinging a sword.

The standard of his posture would definitely make the swordsmanship instructors of the Kul Tiran Navy applaud.

Kul Tiran Military Swordsmanship. Master Level!

"puff"

The Thrashing Blade was swung up, bringing out an arc of light. While the blade fist blocked the orc's double-knife slash, the orc warrior's head also spun and flew out.

At the same time, some strange scenes appeared in front of Blake's eyes, all of which were scenes of him fighting the orcs, the movements of the sword swings, and the footsteps of people emerging from the shadows to attack and kill.

And the desperate counterattack that night when chasing the Burning Blade Master.

These images seem familiar.

Blake also had this experience before when he first wore the title of Orc Killer. He knew what it was and touched his forehead with his hand to summon the character card.

Sure enough, the "Orc Killer" worn on the title column had disappeared.

Instead it was given the new title "Orcs' Deadly Enemy".

"20, and then 200? Well, if you do some calculations, from the time we entered the hills to now, we have almost hunted enough of this number."

The pirate thought:
To be continued...