Chapter 13 12. The secret of the title

"The green-skinned bastards are charging forward again! Fire!"

"Mortar Team, follow me!"

"Gryphon Knight! Take off quickly! We need Griffin Knight!"

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

This is a dwarf castle.

It's called Dangarok.

Its location complements the Thoradin's Wall Gate a few kilometers away, making it an absolutely strategic location.

If Thoradin's Wall is a heavy shield that the orcs cannot penetrate, then Dangarok Castle is the war hammer that crushes 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 Hillsbrad Hills, let alone open up the battlefield between the hills and highlands.

The inability to open up the two battlefields means that the two clans, Blood Ring and Dragonmaw, who are fighting fiercely with the Kingdom of Stromgard in the Arathi Highlands, will not receive support from other clans.

This greatly dispersed the power of the orc tribe, so the dwarf castle in front of them became a thorn in the eyes and flesh of the orcs who had just established a foothold in northern Xinjiang.

"boom"

The cannonballs fired from the castle roared and hit the ground under the hill.

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

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

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

It seems that they want to compete with the orcs to see who has the louder voice.

The battle to siege Dangarok has been going on for the fifth day. The orcs paid a heavy price, broke the three gates of the castle, and have approached the inner layer of the castle.

But the dwarves will never give up!

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

There are also bearded bronze-bearded dwarves wearing heavy armor and holding shields and warhammers in formation on the ground. They protect the musketeers and mountain rangers in the back row.

The orcs rushed up in a skirmish line, and were driven back by a torrential rain of bullets and shells. Each impact would leave several corpses behind.

There is also a group of Wildhammer dwarf gryphon knights in the sky supporting them.

From time to time, warhammers shining with thunder would fall from the sky and accurately smash an orc squad leader to death. There were less than three hundred dwarves left.

But if they want to chew this last bone, the orcs have to pay at least the same price of 300 people!

This small hill has become the "meat grinder" of Hillsbrad Hills in these 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 so awesome!"

Black Shaw, who was hiding on the edge of the battlefield and walking in the shadows, lay down behind a big tree that was broken by shells, watching the fight between dwarves and orcs in front of him as if he were watching an exciting war movie.

Although he had no special feelings for these rude and violent dwarves in front of him, Blake had to admit that these dwarves were really awesome.

If the same number of humans were to stay here, they would never be able to hold on for five days in the face of such an offensive from the orcs.

But the dwarves are in trouble.

Their attention was completely attracted by the orcs charging desperately on the frontal battlefield, and they ignored the rear.

Even if Black is hiding on the edge, he can still detect the existence of "similar people" from the shadow affinity that has just been strengthened to the intermediate level.

The orcs sent assassins.

Like Blake, they walked in the shadows, bypassing the frontal battlefield of the dwarves and heading towards Dangarok Castle.

It's obvious what these sneaky guys are going to do.

Unable to make a frontal attack, the orc leaders had obviously used their brains. They may have given up on occupying Dangarok and chose to destroy it directly.

"Shua"

The sharp poison-quenched dagger flexibly spun in Black's left hand and was held in his backhand. Werther's leg, which had excellent balance, was also held in his right hand.

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

Although Hela's request for fifty warrior souls is regardless of race, including orcs and dwarves, Black always has his own likes and dislikes.

He would rather help the dwarves of Dungarok than the greenskin orcs.

Although he is already a pirate who does not distinguish between good and evil, he still has to live up to his own race. After all, he still has the surname Proudmoore.

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

This is a "personal grudge".

"No!"

Deep in Dangarok Castle, where the dwarf ammunition depot is located, a female dwarf quartermaster holding a harpoon was stabbed in the back with a dagger by an orc assassin who jumped out of the shadows.

Several companions had fallen beside her.

These short men had strong skin and strong vitality. They did not die from such a sneak attack, but fell to the ground seriously injured.

She looked desperately at the four orc assassins, each lighting a torch 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 firepower advantage, after five days of fierce fighting, the dwarves, who were also very tired, were probably going to be severely punished by the orcs.

The most important thing is that there are still some wounded soldiers resting above the ammunition depot!

"For the Shadow Council!"

These four orc assassins were obviously dead warriors. They broke in and didn't even think about going back. They roared with fanaticism and lit the fire in their hands.

"Buzz"

At the critical moment, the female dwarf had closed her eyes in despair, but as the magic power surged, the clothing of shadows suddenly shattered, and a muffled sound like the tide sounded far away from the coast.

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

The Spare Rib Man jumped out of the shadows, picked up Werther's leg, and struck the temple of the nearest orc with a hammer. Hitting a heavy object was indeed more effective than hitting those soft-skinned snakes.

And the crisp sound of bone cracking sounds so pleasant.

The short sword in the other hand stabbed fiercely to the other side. In the gap, it penetrated into the eye socket of the orc's "companion". He did not draw the sword and let the guy fall down.

Look no further.

He was dead.

The Bleeding Ring clan's poison has not yet failed in Black's hands. It can kill even a large Naga, but a mere orc, with no natural resistance, cannot withstand it.

The already desperate female dwarf looked surprised when she saw her hopeless situation.

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

When he saw that the remaining two assassins had regained consciousness, he became anxious. For a moment, he didn't care about his pierced back and jumped up from the ground.

The female dwarf's brass-colored skin suddenly became as hard as stone. She suppressed the blood loss from the wound, picked up her harpoon, and stabbed it upward.

Because of the height difference between the dwarf and the orc, the fierce harpoon penetrated the orc assassin from behind in an awkward position.

Poke it directly from the chrysanthemum.

How powerful are dwarves?

It was time to fight again, so Blake eliminated the two orcs. When he looked back, he saw a distorted orc's face, his eyes widened and filled with painful bloodshot eyes.

"How miserable."

He scanned down and felt like making a comment.

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

"boom"

Amidst the muffled sound, the guy's eyes flashed with confusion, and his movements shook. As expected of an orc, under such a heavy blow, he tried to hand out the dagger to Black.

But Pai Rib Man's response was obviously faster.

He grabbed Werther's leg in his hand and used the military swordsmanship that he had already mastered as instinct to strike forward with a cleave, knocking the last assassin to the ground.

"then!"

There was a weak scream from behind, and there was the sound of heavy objects flying. Blake turned around and grabbed it, and found it was a dwarf double-barreled shotgun.

Unique style.

The black bell mouth was engraved, and it was loaded. He lowered the muzzle of the gun and pressed it against the eyes of the orc assassin.

Then, pull the trigger.

"boom"

Amidst the low gunshots, the orc corpse he stepped on twitched, like a watermelon exploding, with red and white splattering everywhere.

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

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

"These hateful greenskins! It's not enough for them to destroy our Khaz Modan! They want to destroy our home again, which is unforgivable!"

"The orcs will not give up the attack. You have been defending and it is impossible to win."

Blake 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 gryphon knights to help me!"

"Who said that?"

Although the female dwarf was injured, she still had a dwarf-like temperament. When she heard Blake's hoarse words, she immediately shook her big braids in dissatisfaction and said:

"We Stormpike Guards are not afraid of greenskins! We can guard the castle until we die of old age!"

"I highly doubt that."

Blake struck mercilessly:

"If I hadn't passed by here by chance, you would have been doomed just now. In short, for the sake of me helping you, you can just give it a try.

Regardless of whether I can do it or not, you will not lose.

Now I need a strong hook lock, preferably one with a grappling hook, and a set of lightweight leather armor that suits my body type. Finally, I want this gun in your hand! "

Blake squatted down, searched the four orc corpses, and at the same time threw their souls into the soul-inducing lamp. He pointed to the shotgun at hand and said:

"It's very powerful, but the barrel is too long and it's inconvenient for me to use. Please cut it into the shape of a firecracker!"

"I can't make the decision."

The female dwarf said loudly:

"I'm going to find Captain Darren right now. He has the authority to mobilize the Griffin Knights. The leather armor you want is in the box at the back. You can find it yourself."

After saying that, the female dwarf grabbed a bottle of red healing potion from her backpack, drank it in one gulp, and then limped out of the bloody ammunition depot with her harpoon in hand.

After she left, Blake 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 a small change occurred: "Orc Slayer (Weared)."

Then all the details of how he killed orcs in the past few days came to mind.

Every picture that emerged gave him a deeper understanding of the orc's body structure and fatal points. After a few seconds of looking at the scene, Blake suddenly slapped his forehead.

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

However, neither "Prince of Kul Tiras" nor "Soul Hunter" can wear it. The former is probably related to the "Seal of Hate" in his talent.

And the latter.

Probably because he has not completed the first trial given to him by the God of Death Hela.

"But I have killed so many murlocs, why don't I have the title of 'murloc killer'?"

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

"Well, it's probably because the fishmen are too weak."