"Bang"

The moment the flaming projectiles jumped out of the muzzle, the sparrow gun in Black's hand immediately exploded. This excellent quality weapon could not withstand the force of this blow.

But as a weapon, it must fulfill the mission for which it was born, even at the cost of its own collapse.

The result of the explosion was horrific.

Blake's left hand holding the gun was dripping with blood for a moment, and was injured by the force of the recoil. His entire arm went numb after a moment of severe pain. It seemed that it was not just the short gun that could not withstand the legendary power.

And his current body.

"Dislocated, probably."

The pirate shook his left hand to let the blood drip, and then threw aside the half-exploded piece of wood in his hand. He looked towards the direction where Cho'gall fled.

The ship seemed to have seen a cat and a mouse, and quickly turned around and pulled the anchor.

Another legendary assassin, still rubbing her head, stood up from the beach. Her mind was buzzing. The power that Cho'gall summoned just now was really weird.

It doesn't affect the body at all, but it is completely applied to the spirit and thinking, just like a file is inserted hard and rotated a few times.

"You owe me two favors now."

Blake took out the healing potion produced by the Church of Holy Light from his magic bag, grinned and sprinkled it on the wound on his left hand, and immediately felt a sense of coolness.

He said something to Garona without raising his head, and the latter glanced at the pirate standing in the water strangely.

Although she was disturbed just now.

But the vision is still there,

Blake's shot just now was really amazing, and although the projectile was ordinary, the power attached to it was real.

Although the ogre Cho'gall looks funny, he is indeed very powerful.

Just now, he resisted Garona's assassination attack, only to have more than a dozen ribs broken and blood spurting from the left side of his head. Blake's bullet entered through the wound on Cho'gall's head.

The accuracy of this sniper shot is terrifying.

Maybe it comes down to luck...

No.

A real assassin never talks about luck!

And Cho'gall is an ogre.

Its vitality is terrifyingly strong, and it is extremely durable. In addition to mastering the spellcasting ability of a great warlock, it also has the same strength and physique as a legendary warrior.

Even if there is a small opening in the legendary body, it cannot be penetrated by ordinary bullets.

The shot Blake fired must have contained power that he had never shown in front of Garona.

This suddenly made Blake's image mysterious in front of Garona.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, the human pirate in front of you, with hell on his back, assassinated a legendary swordsman like Old Dar in the hilly area before.

Although the battle report obtained by the orcs still used the word "lucky".

But after witnessing Cho'gall being seriously injured by Black's shot, Garona didn't think so. Was it really just a "lucky" that he assassinated Old Dahl?

Not necessarily?

"That shot was interesting."

The legendary assassin thought so in his heart, but he acted very calmly.

She rubbed her forehead and stood in the shallow water, watching the Twilight Hammer clan's ship sail into the deep sea. Her blue eyes were full of dissatisfaction and regret. She said to Black:

"Although Gul'dan is the most powerful in the Shadow Council, in terms of danger ranking, Cho'gall is not bad either. This ogre is definitely more dangerous than Gul'dan's other disciple Talon Bloodfiend.

And what makes it even more powerful than the arrogant fool Taron Gor is that Cho'gall knows how to disguise himself as a harmless person.

It's not the kind of "harmless to humans and animals" you understand.

It's hard for me to explain to you what it means in the eyes of a warlock that humans and animals are harmless.

But trust me, Cho'gall is a very powerful guy.

When Blackhand, who had been sidelined by the Shadow Council, was still serving as warchief, he was granted an important role by Gul'dan.

Commanding a clan that belongs to it, you have to know that before Cho'gall became the chief of the Twilight's Hammer clan, this chaotic clan was the craziest clan in the Horde.

The first five chiefs of the Twilight's Hammer clan all died in inexplicable internal fighting.

Death at the hands of one of his own people was like a den of dragons and tigers, and Black Hand was originally ready to give up on it, but after Cougaar became the chief, he managed to stabilize the Thorny-headed clan in less than a month."

Garona shook her head, took a deep breath, and made up her mind:

"I can't let Cho'gall escape like this. It will definitely rebuild the Shadow Council. I don't want to see that organization reappear again. I will continue to hunt it down.

You said before that you know navigation, can you tell where the two ships are going?"

she asked.

Blake bit the bandage and wrapped it around his left hand. When he heard Garona's question, he raised his head and said:

"Of course, I know that they are going to Kalimdor, the place where the stars shine... If you need it, wait for me to be free and I will draw you a sea chart.

But if you want this, you owe me three favors.

Favor debts are the hardest to repay, are you sure you want to pay them back?"

"I will escort you back to the Eastern Continent."

Garona raised her chin and said;

"I promise that no one can hurt you. Even if I return a favor to you, we can talk about the rest after I kill Cho'gall and completely satisfy the resentment in my heart."

"I don't need you to send me back. I have a group of 'reliable colleagues' who will be happy to send me back."

The pirate sat cross-legged on the beach. He turned his head and glanced at the chaotic battlefield in the center of the beach. He said to Garona:

"Do me a favor and I'll return the favor to you."

"explain!"

The legendary assassin replied briefly.

"Help me capture Red Blackhand and his brother."

Blake lowered his head and said casually:

"Also, capture all the warlocks who escaped from the Tomb of the Gods. I am still alone. If I want to do something big, I can't do it without help."

"???"

Garona's eyes widened for a moment, and she asked in a suspicious tone:

"You are a human and a hero of the Alliance. What kind of subordinates do you want? Do you have to find orcs to serve you? Do you know that if this news gets out, your reputation will be ruined!"

"ha?"

As if he had heard the funniest joke, Blake raised his head, looked at Garona, and said:

"Ma'am, do you think a dark-hearted pirate still cares about reputation?"

"Are you really going to be a pirate?"

The legendary assassin was even more surprised, she said:

"When you mentioned it on the road before, I thought you were just joking. Are you serious? Are you crazy?

With the reputation and military merit you have accumulated now, after the war, you can get military titles and titles in any human country you go to. If you can lower your head, some kings and princes will invite you to be a royal guard.

Even if you don't want to bow your head, you will pay a big price to stay in Ravenholdt Manor of the League of Assassins.

Whatever you want, they will give you!

There are so many roads for you to take, why do you choose the worst one? You..."

All her questions were answered in the next moment.

Blake lifted the soul-inducing lamp with his right hand and shook it in front of him. The pirate was silent, but he no longer needed to explain.

"Oh, yes, you are a Hellwalker."

Garona shrugged and said with regret:

"Once your identity is exposed, the Holy Light believers among humans will be more afraid of you than the orcs... The tribe is only their physical enemy, and you are the devil in their hearts."

"So do me a favor."

Blake raised his head, smiled, and said:

"I'm tired of thinking about my future now. Can you please give me some peace of mind?"

Garona didn't answer, turned around and jumped into the shadows.

Watching her disappear, Blake shouted again:

"Now that we're talking about Ravenholdt, when they recruit you in the future, brag for me and say a few nice things, okay?"

There was no response on the hazy beach, and the pirates needed no response.
To be continued...