MTL - Live Streaming: Azeroth-Chapter 75 A dead orc is a good orc

Since humans became the main race in the Eastern Kingdoms, the Common Language of Humanity has become a compulsory language for all major kingdoms.

Strange to say, if there is no systematic translation, the barrage can't understand the Salas language of the high elves at all.

But they are very familiar with the common language, and from time to time they can come up with a few curse words that Sharlayan has never heard before.

Before the battle, Sharlayan was unsure whether the orcs could understand the Common Tongue.

Now judging from their angry expressions with blood pressure rising, they should have understood, at least understood the curse words.

"Lok'tarogar!"

The three orcs who were in good condition rushed towards Sharlayan, shouting battle cries.

Although he really wanted to hit these orcs head-on, but in order not to arouse their suspicion, Sharlayan took a defensive position for the time being, focusing on dodging and blocking.

Using the one-handed sword to parry the oncoming battle axe, and sliding it away, Salayan took the time to glance at the data of these orcs with eagle eye.

The 8 orcs are all fighters, most of them are between 15 and 20 levels, and only the leading squad leader has level 21.

Judging from the superficial data, Sharlayan, who had just risen to level 24 after killing the red dragon, couldn't close the decisive gap with these orcs.

But... There are such things as racial differences, and it is somewhat bullying to deal with the mortal race with the initially awakened dragon physique.

In the words of barrage, this is called panel fraud.

"clang!"

Dodging the second ax sideways, Sharlayan calmly adjusted his posture, used his shield to catch the attack of the third orc and at the same time exerted force in the opposite direction. With stronger force, he bounced the opponent's right hand holding the ax away, and the one-handed long sword Follow up.

The orcs, who boasted that they had an advantage in numbers, never expected that Sharlayan would find an opportunity to fight back under such circumstances.

"Bah!"

Caught off guard, the armor on the chest of the orc with the middle door wide open was scratched with a deep mark by the long sword.

Undecided in shock, the three orcs temporarily stopped their advance and waited cautiously for their companions to catch up.

Delaying time was exactly what Sharlayan wanted. Even though he had an absolute advantage in one-on-one, facing multiple enemies at the same time was still risky.

"Whew~"

The special whistle came to Sharlayan's ears from not far away, and he immediately stopped his offensive stance knowingly, lowered his center of gravity to set up his shield, and put on a defensive stance again.

The two serial traps and Sharlayan's surprise attack were closely intertwined. The orcs who had choked on the paralyzing poison hadn't been able to pull out the two companions who had fallen into the swamp. They could only watch them wailing in despair, slowly Sink into the bottomless quagmire.

One-on-three, Sharlayan can easily suppress the enemy, and even find opportunities to counterattack.

But when the number of the enemy increased to six, Sharlayan gave up the attack altogether, and devoted all his attention to the delay of defense.

In order to ensure that the angle of being surrounded by the enemy does not exceed 180°, Sharlayan kept moving his feet during the battle to avoid the fatal situation of turning around his back.

The leader of the orc team gradually discovered the problem during the battle. Due to the limitation of positions, no more than 4 people could attack Sharlayan at the same time, and the extra 2 people could only look around stupidly.

Just when he wanted to order the remaining 2 people to rescue the dragon first, Valeira, who had been hiding by the side to observe the opportunity, made a move.

Rogues, who fight explosive battles, either do not make a move, or they are fatal in one blow.

Valeera dared to stand up against two people and emerge from the shadows, which meant that one of the enemies was doomed.

Due to the problems of forging technology and raw materials, the protective area of ​​orc armor is small, and usually only protects the chest and head vitals.

The assassination site Valeera chose was the neck.

Two daggers pierced the orc's neck, one left and one right, and cut off his trachea and neck artery at the same time, effectively declaring his death.

Taking the lead in killing a target, Valeera didn't want to fight, and took a wrong step to avoid the backhand tomahawk of another orc who was frightened and angry.

The threat of thieves who are out of stealth will be greatly reduced, but strictly speaking, Valeera, who has been mixed with War Mad Sharlayan for a long time, cannot be regarded as a purebred rogue.

Her main combat class thief is level 21, and her deputy fighter class is also level 10, which is very rare among thieves.

Hand-to-hand combat with a thin dagger is suicidal.

While jumping backwards, Valeera quickly inserted the dagger back into the sheath at her waist, and pulled out the two one-handed long swords hanging crossed behind her back.

The long sword Valeera chose was different from Sharlayan's.

When Sharlayan uses a one-handed sword, in most cases it will be combined with a shield, focusing on defense.

Therefore, when he chose a one-handed sword, he mainly emphasized balance, moderate weight, and both offensive and defensive capabilities.

And the long sword in Valeera's hand was clearly aimed at attacking. Its blade was very thin and couldn't withstand heavy blows, but its sharpness was far beyond that of ordinary long swords.

Judging from the faintly reflected green light on the swords, these two swords were also smeared with poison. Just a little wound to the enemy may change the overall situation of the battle.

…

When Sarlayan and Valeera held back the orc team's actions, Vereesa was hurrying to adjust the trap launcher, and Rhonin was muttering about preparing a big spell.

As the mantra was recited, the temperature around Luo Ning began to rise gradually, and the fire element visible to the naked eye was gathering towards him.

After adjusting the angle of the launcher, Vereesa glanced at Ronin who was still reciting spells. At this time, a large piece of fire had already emerged beside him.

Vereesa, who had worked with mages in Quel'Thalas, recognized the spell Rhonin was preparing.

‘Although it’s a pity that it’s not an ice spell, it’s enough to deal with these orcs. '

"call out!"

The bright signal arrow was shot out by Vereesa.

Finally receiving the signal, Sharlayan and Valeera retreated in unison.

"Boom~"

A smoke bomb that blocked the line of sight exploded in a small area, and the orcs waved their weapons cursingly in an attempt to disperse the thick smoke.

Vereesa didn't give the orc another chance to show off, and fired three untriggered magic traps one after another through the trap launcher.

As the three traps fell to the ground one after another, large swaths of frost began to spread from the feet of the orcs who had not yet broken out of the fog.

The special environment of the wetland allows ice spells to exert a stronger effect here.

The ankles of all the orcs were frozen by the spreading frost trap. At the same time, Luo Nin finally finished chanting the spell and raised his staff high.

"Flame Storm!"

The sudden increase in temperature in the center of the battlefield melted the frost that had frozen the orcs.

But these orcs were not lucky because of this, the rising temperature allowed them to experience the double sky of ice and fire before they died.

"boom!"

…

Daelin Proudmoore wiped out the orc's motley navy with little effort as the Griffin Knight squad led by Falstad stopped the three Red Dragon Knights.

In order to avoid attracting unnecessary attention, Vereesa deliberately asked Ronin to narrow the range of the spell ~www.novelbuddy.com~ At this time, Dai Lin, who was staring at the coastline in a daze, happened to see this small string of flames.

Dai Lin was a majestic middle-aged man, wearing a dark blue navy uniform and a sailor's tricorne hat, his appearance was very heroic.

But at this time, Dai Lin's dark circles were heavy, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't had a good rest recently.

Noticing the flames bursting from the middle of the wetland, Dai Lin's eyes flashed thoughtful.

"Cyrus."

A brawny Kul Tiran officer trotted over.

"Your Majesty, please order."

Dai Lin raised the scimitar in his right hand and pointed it towards the coastline: "Something unusual happened in the inland wetlands. Take a small landing force to see. Someone should have clashed with those damned orcs."

Looking up at Falstad and the others who were still fighting with the two red dragon knights in the air, Dai Lin narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Let Falstad, the Dragon Raider, **** him personally... It's not a small business."

"I boldly speculate that someone is carrying out a secret operation that may affect the overall situation of the war."

"But they seem to be in a little trouble, maybe we can help them."

After Cyrus' team set off in a small boat, Daelin looked back at the orc sailors floating in the sea asking for help. His eyes became very gloomy, and he could vaguely see some sadness and regret.

A soldier asked tentatively, "Your Majesty, do you want to save them?"

"Save? Orcs?"

Dai Lin sneered and vetoed: "Of course not!"

"Only dead orcs are good orcs...give me an order! Avenge the First Fleet, take no prisoners, and kill all the orcs who fell into the water!"