klisemfg Chapter 624 Mercenaries
Chapter 624 Mercenaries
Lorraine, feigning composure, raised his right hand—marked with the black panther spirit beast emblem by the village chief—and shouted...
The villagers became even more excited, chanting, "Death! Death! Death!"
"Oh..."
The horn blared, and a drop of water, or some other liquid, was sprinkled onto the bonfire, causing the flames to dance and add to the festivities...
Including three hundred fire skeletons, hundreds of skeletal beasts, three death lords, a dozen troll shadow hunters, and countless troll mummies waiting in formation, they all roared, their voices echoing terrifyingly throughout the entire crevice valley...
Lorraine's body jolted, and just as he was about to gloat and announce that he would lead his men out, he suddenly heard a whooshing sound... He heard a strange sound of air being torn apart by friction ripped through his head, and close by was a violent shockwave from an explosion, which pushed Lorraine away, sending him tumbling head over heels... Lorraine was hit by a wave of heat and fell headfirst into the clear pool.
"Thump, thump..."
The sound of splashing water was incessant.
Not only that, there were also explosions, wood chips flying everywhere, screams and cries of terror from the crowd, and trolls scattering in all directions, not knowing where to hide, with explosions everywhere.
The shockwave from the explosion caused enormous damage to the newly repaired troll village.
The simple wooden huts, the small buildings with suspension bridges hanging in the air, the troll huts decorated with animal bones and wooden signs, and the mysterious sacred tombs were all destroyed... A series of whooshing sounds came from the air, like a rain of arrows or bullets fired at high speed.
Accompanied by craters in the stone and sparks from friction.
It can be determined that someone is firing musket shells, arrows, and arquebus shells down on the troll village from a high vantage point.
They could only hear their voices but not see them, suggesting that the attackers were some distance from the village.
Such intense firepower resulted in the village being completely burned, leaving debris and rubble everywhere.
Many of the surviving troll women and children gathered in the center were within the attack range. It seemed that the enemy had seized the opportunity of the entire village being concentrated in the center and launched a barrage of artillery fire, intending to wipe out everyone in the troll village.
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Death himself... brief tinnitus, dizziness, and shortness of breath.
The cool lake water soothed his dry, rough skin, while blood and fire flickered before his eyes.
Lorraine suddenly surfaced from the shallow lake, only to be met with the devastated, fire-covered hellish village.
Lorraine made a pact with the village chief, Fang, promising to protect the village... but by then it had been completely destroyed.
"Damn it, who dares to mess with the big boss?"
Lorraine almost blurted it out, but then a question flashed through his mind: "What is Tai Sui?"
"not understand..."
"Oh, that's not important! What's important is who's firing at me! Slapping me in the face..."
Lorraine was furious. He had just mustered his courage, full of confidence and ready to prove his abilities and spirit. He had barely finished making his bold pronouncements when someone launched a surprise attack. The enemy had clearly seen the strength of his forces, clearly noticed the changes in the troll village, yet they still attacked.
With such powerful artillery fire, dense bullets, and arrows trailing magical flames, Lorraine judged that the enemy's numbers were probably no less than his own men.
The last time I was hit by a cannon and almost got blown to pieces was at a strange underground fissure on the shore of Lake Lordamere. Instead of flowing underground, the lake water gushed out like an inverted waterfall.
The entrance to the mysterious underground world, the entrance to the abyss, the ruins of the underground pig kingdom that Dalaran has been searching for, the ancestral ruins that the dwarf Brann and even the Alterac Mountains' Rei'mao expedition have been searching for, the creation of the Titans.
Ultimately, the cave collapsed due to the dwarven artillery fire that had overwhelmed them.
With the help of the Mirror of Truth, Lorraine traveled through natural or perhaps not very ancient underground fissures, eventually returning to Hillsbrad Foothills, reaching the Jade Mine, and even being teleported to the mysterious Isle of Atonement.
Lorraine thought she was about to die that time, but it was just a little joke played by fate. It was the first meeting in the underground kingdom, and a glimpse of the Void Shadow.
The Faceless Ones do not refer to people without faces, but rather to void monsters that can transform at any time and arise from nothing.
They are more terrifying than the Burning Legion's abyssal demons, the conquerors of the universe.
More concrete than the conflict of interests between human hearts and foolish mortals, more complex than the magic of mages and the bombs of goblins, in the Twilight Shadow, the Battle of the Sea and Sky, the war between light and shadow, there are no victors, only resources.
The endless fighting is both exciting and tedious.
Lorraine fled to Kalimdor, naturally to find his teacher's body and fulfill his adoptive father's mission. Little did he know that what awaited him might be a pre-written script. It could also be a sudden, random encounter, or perhaps an unexpected discovery of historical truth or ancient legend...
What is it this time?
After all this time, has the enemy finally shown up?
The Death Knight resurrected at the Storm Altar is my underling, invincible, who dares to mess with him?
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Wiping the lake water from his face, he searched for the three formidable underlings. It seemed they hadn't come to rescue their master. Where were they?
Could it be a betrayal?
Looking around suspiciously, Lorraine noticed the source of the attack. On the platform of the opposite cliff, he could vaguely see rows of small but well-made old-fashioned cannons lined up along the narrow cliff path, providing all-around coverage.
Numerous figures of varying heights, builds, and even races were attacking downwards with all their might, unleashing a hail of bullets and arrows.
The group seemed to be quite large, with at least several dozen or even a hundred people. They had more than thirty arquebuses and a considerable number of operators, indicating that they were a well-prepared force.
The goal is clear: the troll village.
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The enemy was too far away, looking down at them, and the bullets and shells kept coming non-stop for more than ten minutes.
Lorraine just stared, his gaze fixed on the cliff face, oblivious to the explosions around him and the spray from the shells that crashed into the lake, splashing his face. He remained frozen in the water like a statue, watching helplessly as the troll village turned to dust.
"Is that enough? Those primitive beasts, no matter how strong, can't withstand a few hundred shells from us."
"That's right. Let alone a few hundred shots, even an entire fleet would be sunk at sea, let alone a broken village."
“Those trolls are unwilling to trade with us. They are completely unyielding. They won’t even trade a few stones for gold coins.”
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"They just don't know what's good for them, they're penniless, country bumpkins... We're only giving Sen'jin Village some face because they're trolls too."
"Hey, Dogtooth! As a member of the Dark Spear tribe, why did you join the expedition team... and even attacked your own kind? You're really ruthless."
"Rotten Eyes, shut up! You damned dwarf pirate, you stole my goods before, I haven't even settled the score with you yet..."
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"Hey, don't think I'm afraid of you. You Darkspear trolls are no different from these stupid trolls! I'll kill you... I'll turn your short teeth into toothpicks!"
“Come on, I’ll tell you not to blaspheme our faith, or I’ll boil you alive.”
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"Shut up, all of you. Anyone who makes another sound will be thrown off the cliff. The Great Lord paid you scum to come here and cause trouble."
A small goblin, wearing leather gloves, suddenly cracked his whip, making a snapping sound.
It was much smaller than a troll, or even a dwarf, but its wrinkled face and tuft of white hair on its head proved that this goblin leader was not young and was quite skilled. Its short spear was ready to smash the heads of the two henchmen at any time. This was a senior engineer from a venture capital firm in the underground city.
These semi-automatic cannons were more advanced than the dwarves' technology, and their shells were incredibly powerful, containing some strange potions.
The wooden houses in the troll village caught fire, and the flames were surprisingly green...
The smoke permeated the entire crevice valley, even drifting far beyond the crevice and reaching the vicinity of the barren grasslands on the outermost edge. Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to these recurring plumes of smoke over the vast, barren land.
Dwarven expeditions and goblin trading caravans, as well as formidable figures from orcs, tauren, humans, and night elves, will appear near the Golden Road in the Southern Barrens.
Venture capital firms are nothing more than insignificant goblin expeditions and miners.
The underground city expedition team consisted of a motley crew. A troll and a dwarf mercenary nearly came to blows, but were stopped by the goblin leader, who brandished his whip as a warning. He quickly raised his binoculars, muttering smugly, "Hmph, this time we'll see who dares to stop us from getting close to the Storm Altar!"
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