met free Chapter 628 Why haven't you made a move yet?
Chapter 628 Why haven't you made a move yet?
"let me see..."
"What's going on?"
"Why haven't you made a move yet!"
A green goblin, shorter than an adult human male's waist, wearing a vest and leather pants, and sporting a badge that read "Senior Advisor of a Venture Capital Firm," walked over, toying with a short gun...
Behind it were ogres nearly four or five meters tall wielding super spiked clubs. These ogres had only one eye, and their entire bodies were like mountains of flesh, yet they possessed sharp teeth and large feet and hands.
Ogres come from Outland and are said to be of the same origin as orcs but different species. They are less intelligent than orcs, but their physical strength surpasses that of ordinary orcs.
After the old Horde was defeated, the ogres scattered throughout Azeroth, occupying the post-war ruins and forming their own tribes. Only a few were willing to make contact with Warchief Thrall's new Horde.
In Kalimdor, many ogres have been subdued by goblins. It's easy to spot goblin merchants who look like cunning and evil goblins, and they often hire or keep a big, silly ogre as a bodyguard.
I wonder what keeps this combination going...
In fact, ogres are not the savage, stupid, big, one-eyed, two-headed giants depicted in bard stories.
A race, a tribe, a humanoid monster—among them there are also mutated and evolved forms, intelligent individuals, or powerful beings.
The most elite of the ogres are the legendary two-headed mages, also creations of the god of mischief. Perhaps that's one reason why two seemingly disparate races could come together.
Of course, venture capital firms attract desperate people who are driven by wealth and profit. Not to mention cannibals, half-dragons or some legendary beings, they are also among their shareholders.
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Katz & Covent, brimming with confidence as if their operation had succeeded, slowly stepped out of the crowd and faced the village's survivors.
Its short gun was almost longer than its entire body... If you didn't look closely, you'd think it was leaning on two canes... In reality, this senior goblin engineer, team leader, and regional head had a sharp, murderous aura and a calm demeanor hidden in his eyes.
Raising his head, with hundreds of thugs behind him, the short goblin chieftain, nicknamed "Diamond," surveyed the village.
Noticing the trolls' hatred and Lorraine's indifference, the two sides were locked in a standoff, with the villains huddled behind the tiny goblins, afraid to step forward.
Diamond was a little angry...
"What are you doing? The blowers are running at full throttle! I'm not here to waste your time. This project has cost hundreds of thousands of gold coins, and you're burning through the company's funds every single moment, you know that?!"
"Charge! Kill not only the tribe's scouts, but even their warlord if he's here!"
"Didn't we catch a necromancer yesterday? She was covered in rare herbs, so she's definitely not poor. I'm warning you, all the spoils must be handed over. All the gains from this expedition belong to the company, so you'd better watch your hands!"
The goblin raised its short spear with a snap, seemingly using all the strength of its hunched body, hysterically aiming it directly at Lorraine.
The modified pistol was incredibly powerful. The shockwave from the muzzle ripped through the air, and the short goblin leader was instantly propelled by the recoil into the stomach of the nearest ogre bodyguard. Like a cushion, Diamond was caught and held steady. The astonishing cannonball fired from the handheld cannon exploded less than a few yards in front of Lorraine.
"Bang~"
Putting aside the power of the gunpowder gun, its sheer force and the smoke it produced were truly astonishing.
The air was already filled with the stench of rotting earth, a faint smell of blood, and a strange, particularly pungent toxic fog, now compounded by the odd smell of oil stains from a massive amount of burning gunpowder.
A burst of flames shot towards Lorraine's location.
This incited legion of death was reduced to a few scattered strongmen, who remained standing in place.
Lorraine seemed to be stunned by the slap in the face, perhaps because he was shocked by the overwhelming firepower, or perhaps because his vow to protect the troll village had been broken and the blood curse of the troll village chief, Black Panther, had taken effect.
It emerged from the lake, and witnessed the murderer enter the village. The troll village is no more; only the ancient, yellowed ancestral statues of trolls, made of a material unlike anything found in the local area, are revealed in the distance...
The temple was in a semi-collapsed state, revealing the dark, half-buried tomb exit.
......
The toxic smog in the air should not only corrode the body, but also numb the mind and even damage the soul.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why the arrogant Lorraine has been passively taking hits without making a move so far. Its three powerful Death Knight commanders, along with more than three hundred undead fire skeletons, seem to have been buried in the ruins of the village.
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The gunpowder gun was a signal, and also the opportunity that brought Lorraine to her senses.
"Smoke won't hurt, it's only fair! My children are hungry..."
The shockwave from the goblin's modified hand cannon was blocked, and the long-lost Blood Knight Godos reappeared, using a black shield to deflect the attack on its master. This black shield, seemingly formed from the blood of a part of its body, crumbled like a scab, dripping into the ground. The fragments of the exploding shell were trapped by the scab and fell down with it.
This guy was like a ghost that suddenly appeared.
However, it exhibited a strange protective capability.
Blood Death Knight?
No, no, no, it's a mutated version of the Blood Knight...
Along with the Blood Demon, another Flame Knight appeared, positioned at the edge of the village gate.
The surrounding flames seemed to be a tonic, which the fire demon knight Yegosh fed on. The flames that were originally spreading everywhere were absorbed by him, and the flames condensed into a burning one-handed sword. When he swung it, it was like a fire dragon circling around his body. The knight, bathed in flames, unknowingly blocked the mercenaries' retreat.
......
As the goblin pulled the trigger, the villains pounced.
Shadow Satyr Azaran also summoned the Hell Steed. As he mounted it, dark flames ignited on the surface of the lake like gasoline... Shadowflames formed a wall of fire.
A strange rune mark appeared in the center of the troll village.
It is connected by blood patterns, fire patterns, and purple shadow flames. Unbeknownst to many, the huge pentagram forms a strange magic circle that can only be seen from the sky.
Three men surrounded a group of mercenaries.
As flames rose and formed a wall of fire, the villains from the venture capital firm stopped in their tracks. Unbeknownst to them, they were trapped in place and separated. Not only the largest wall of fire, but also the area in the middle of the magic circle, experienced some strange tremors, like an earthquake, or perhaps just something thumping under their feet.
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"What is this? An evil wizard... what has it done..."
What's down there...?
"Fire! Attack!"
"Idiot, charge out! There are only a dozen or so of them..."
A few scattered musket shots were fired at Lorraine and his companions at close range. Although the muskets were not as powerful as the goblin's modified handheld cannons, their penetrating damage was far superior to that of ordinary arrows.
Lorraine wasn't stupid. After blocking the first goblin's provocation, he had already led his men to a new position.
The rest is self-evident; the previous forbearance was merely to ascertain information about the enemy and ensure that none of them could escape.
The mercenaries recruited by the venture capital firm looked menacing, armed with long guns and short cannons—more than enough to deal with the troll village they'd previously handled. But this time, they chose the wrong opponent, angering Death itself...
Lorraine didn't ask about the other person's background, but the goblin leader had mentioned something he was interested in...
"The necromancer and the herbs, it must be Lilith!"
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"Soldiers, let the insignificant lives of these desperados be the sacrifices for your loyalty to me! Go! Keep the little guy alive, kill the rest! Don't let a single one escape, and seize their cannons for me..."
The arrogant enemy didn't understand who Lorraine was giving orders to.
They had used up most of their bullets, only to find that they couldn't seem to defeat the three strange, black-armored knights at all. The three knights stood there waiting for their challenge, and the mercenaries, shrouded in magic circles, were instantly incinerated along with their bodies as soon as they approached the wall of flames.
Soon, they discovered that one by one, black, flaming skeletal hands burst forth from the earth beneath their feet, and the fiery skeletons began to feast on the offerings...