Nearly twenty days ago, Warchief Orgrim personally led the main force of the orcs, and under the cover of the red dragon, crossed the waters of Khaz Modan.

The raid commanded by the warchief destroyed the human frontline town of Nanhai, allowing the orcs to gain a firm foothold. However, blocking the front of the tribe were the heavily-consolidated cities of Tarren Mill City, Durnholde Castle, and the magical city of Da.

Laran.

These three military fortresses are like a line, blocking the progress of the tribe. Even if the orcs capture these difficult bones, there is still an arc-shaped natural barrier in the Alterac Mountains ahead.

It happened to be blocking their way into the heart of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

This kind of terrain is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Sir Lothar, the commander of the human kingdom, is obviously a commander with extremely rich war experience. Before the arrival of the orcs, he had set up a "welcome" scene for the greenskins.

Facing the human side's determined counterattack strategy, Warchief Orgrim's attempt to defeat the kingdom's fighting spirit and end the war in a short period of time can be said to have been shattered.

Unless the orcs can unexpectedly win on a territory where humans have lived for nearly three thousand years.

These grand strategies are all matters that the chiefs think about. The orc warriors of small clans only need to carry out necessary tactical offensives, such as now.

The one who attacked Dangarok was the Orc Bonechewer Clan, which was once a first-class clan in the world of Draenor, but unfortunately had bad luck during the drastic changes in the orc world, and became a vassal of the Shattered Hand Clan.

They were one of the first clans among the orcs to drink the blood of demons.

The violent power surged within their bodies, making these orcs taller, more brutal, and more brainless.

At this time, in Dangarok Castle, Captain Darren Tieshan, who was carrying a blood-stained dwarf battle ax and the commander here, heard from his quartermaster about Blake's deeds of saving the castle.

The dwarf, who had his golden beard braided into big braids, took the opportunity to rest from the front line and hurried over to see Black.

and listened to his plan.

The plan is divided into three steps.

First, the dwarf griffin knight took off and dropped him into the orcs' base camp.

Then, the dwarves launched a feint attack to attract the attention of the orcs, who then carried out the task of assassinating the little chief of the orc clan behind enemy lines.

Finally, taking advantage of the chaos caused by the loss of the orcs' commander, they won a great victory.

The plan is bold yet simple.

There is nothing difficult to understand in the language, and the dwarf commander's evaluation of this matter, which is straightforward and straightforward, is also quite concise and crude.

"You're crazy!"

The dwarf captain in front of him, who was only about 1.3 meters tall, had a beautiful beard and heavy armor, shouted with a loud voice unique to dwarves to Blake, who was moving his body to adapt to the new leather armor on his body:

"The life of each of my brothers is precious! There are at least five hundred greenskins around that camp!"

"If you don't take risks, you won't even be able to survive for three days!"

Blake also roared like a dwarf and choked back without mercy. He pointed at the short captain in front of him and shouted:

"Don't brag that you dwarves are fearless. Your courage cannot be eaten as food, let alone fired as bullets! How many days will your ammunition be enough to suppress your firepower?

The orcs have sent assassins.

I can help you once, but I can’t help you a second time!”

He looked at the dwarf captain in front of him who was as stubborn as stone and kept shaking his head. To deal with these stone heads, one must be simple and direct and not beat around the bush.

The dwarf captain puffed his beard and stared while holding his blood-stained battle ax.

Say it loudly:

"I thank you for saving my quartermaster and my castle, but I am the commander here and I am responsible for my soldiers! I am not questioning your courage, human assassin.

I just simply question your strength and whether you can complete the important task of assassinating the chief!"

"Shua"

Something was thrown in front of the dwarf. They were more than twenty orc heads piled together. The balls-sized heads were thrown out of the magic backpack.

Stacked together, it’s quite shocking.

"These are the 'trophies' I harvested along the way from the wetlands."

Blake said in a deep voice:

"I am a Kul Tiran. I survived the naval battle on Khaz Modan, but my brothers who died in the battle are watching me from the sky.

All I need is for you to launch a feint attack and create an opportunity for me to assassinate!

I am the only one who really fights for it.

If I fail, then I am dead and you can still retreat and continue to defend.

But if I succeed, you will also share in the glory of victory, and more importantly, your exhausted brothers and sisters will also be able to survive.

And all you have to pay is a gryphon and a feint attack... After being suppressed and beaten by the orcs for five days, don't you feel angry?"

"Bang"

Captain Darren Tieshan had just chopped off the battle axes of three orcs and slammed them on the ground. He glared at Black angrily and shouted:

"You are not allowed to question the courage of the Bronzebeard dwarves! Since you, a human as skinny as a stick, dare to die, what do we dwarves have to fear?

Anyway, there are no reinforcements for us here in the hills..."

"Take care of yourself. In ten minutes, the gryphon will carry you into the air!"

The dwarf captain shouted, grabbed the battle ax and walked out. Talma, the simply bandaged quartermaster, also stepped forward with respect and handed a few things to Blake.

A newly found carabiner.

Dwarf craftsmanship, strong and light.

The dwarf's double-barreled musket with its barrel sawn short was of a length that was perfect for carrying in one's arms. The gun was suddenly drawn and attacked, and its caliber was large enough. Two projectiles were fired from close range, and even the orc's big face couldn't withstand it.

Finally a few dwarf bombs.

It was made in a strange way, with small spikes covering the surface. It could barely be picked up with one hand, and no wires were needed. Those smart little engineers installed a flint ignition device on it.

Just click it and throw it out, it will explode in two seconds.

"Salute to you, warrior!"

The female dwarf gave Blake a thunder spear salute and shouted:

"Please tell me your name. If you can't come back, the Stormpike clan will spread your heroic deeds today throughout the seven human kingdoms!"

"My name is Blake, Blake Shaw."

Blake glanced at the female dwarf and said in a strange tone:

"You say it like I really can't come back.

But I am actually somewhat sure. Also, please tell Captain Darren for me, if I come back alive, can you give me the task of executing the orc captives...

All my comrades-in-arms died in their hands.

I hate them!"

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Fifteen minutes later, a huge griffon flapped its wings from the clouds and slowly landed.

This fantasy creature with the front half of an eagle and the back half of a lion is very powerful. It is the war beast of the Wildhammer dwarves. It is naturally loyal, brave and well-trained.

It can carry three dwarf warriors or two human riders at a time.

"Hey, human warrior, the orc camp is down below. How are you going to get down?"

The Wildhammer dwarf rider, who was driving a griffon, had a flying hammer on his waist, and wore green goggles, shouted in the wind:

"I can't put you too low. There are blood ring hunters in the camp, and those bastards will find my gryphon. But if it's too high, you will fall to death."

"How could I, an assassin, fall to death?"

Blake put the hook lock in his hand on his arm. He took a deep breath and said to the dwarf rider who brought him over:

"The louder the noise you make up front, the better. The more orcs you attract from the camp, the greater the chance that I will succeed in assassinating the chief.

Just stop here, don’t give it away.”

After saying that, the new pirate, who looked like a man with ribs, turned over and fell roaring down from an altitude of nearly 100 meters above the ground.

Of course he didn't want to die.

Falling head-on into the howling cold wind of the camp, Blake summoned the shadows to join him and entered stealth in the air. The power from Hades raised his shadow affinity to the intermediate level.

The perception of shadows is more acute, and the stealth skill has been used many times, and it has been practiced to a proficiency. This will be affected by the strong wind and will not break away from the stealth state.

To be honest, Blake is quite handsome at this time.

He changed into a suit of human leather armor, so that his image no longer looks like a bad mix-and-match style.

Wearing a hood and a face covering on his head, only a pair of eyes were exposed. Shadows wrapped around his body, and he fell rapidly, emitting an attitude that was floating like black smoke.

Unfortunately, only he, who was in the shadows, could see this clearly.

He looked at the ground getting closer and closer, raised the hook lock in his hand, and when he was more than ten meters away from the ground, he suddenly threw out the hook lock in his hand.

Pirate skills. Jump gang hook lock (elementary), activate.

"Shua"
To be continued...