Menethil's Power

Chapter 492 Assassination
This lightweight crossbow is very precise, and even equipped with a scope. It is obviously not like an orc weapon. Tucker squinted his eyes halfway, and aimed the sight at the chief.

Inside the sentry tower behind him, two Warsong guards lay limp on the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead. Although it is said that the defense of the Splinterwood sentry was not relaxed because of the two orc leaders carrying out Mak'Gora, these guards could not stop the tower In response to Ke's actions, the Twilight's Hammer gave him some medicinal powder when he secretly connected with him. Just a little bit of it can make a Warsong orc lose all of its combat power.

The Devil's Well was created by Red, and it is impossible for him not to have a backup. The Warsong clan has gained power, but it is completely controlled by others.

The sudden order was a bit abrupt. Even if Thrall really wanted to be removed, this time was obviously not the right time, but Tucker didn't have enough insight and ability to judge these. He only knew that the order was unquestionable. He was just following orders.

There was a blue shimmer at the tip of the crossbow. Tucker didn't know what kind of poison it was, and the people on the Twilight's Hammer side didn't elaborate, but they allowed Tucker to try to use a little so that he could have a basic idea of ​​its power. the concept of.

The target Tucker chose was a gray valley bear. Just half a drop of weight caused the giant beast weighing more than a dozen orcs to collapse to the ground in a few seconds. When Ke cut open its body, he found that its internal organs had been completely dissolved, and a bear basically only had a huge bear skin left.

Now this poison will be applied to the Warchief of the Horde.

Although he has mastered the way of shaman, Thrall is still a warrior in essence. He wears a very thick black plate armor. Although this plate armor was damaged in the battle with Grom, it can still cover Thrall. part of the body.

Tucker knows very well that although the light crossbow in his hand has excellent accuracy and the flying speed of the crossbow is also very fast, but because it is too light and penetrating, it is impossible to have armor-piercing ability at such a long distance, and even more so. What's more, the battle armor of the great chief of the tribe must not be ordinary.

So he has to aim a little.

Doomhammer and Gorehowl were in contact, but Thrall moved back a little. He was still inferior to Grom in terms of pure strength, and the state of wrestling should end soon. Tucker knew that this was his time. Too many, so he quickly settled on his target, Thrall's nape.

With the slight vibration of the bowstring, the crossbow arrows flew out.

It is very difficult to assassinate a high-level combat power, let alone use long-range weapons. After all, those who can reach the hero level and above have rich combat experience, and have a very clear sixth sense of being locked by a crossbow and musket , and crossbow arrows will inevitably have a delay when flying in the air, so unless the arrow rain is dense enough to a certain level, it is not difficult to hide.

Tucker's own strength is not high, so he doesn't know this, and therefore he doesn't doubt why the Twilight's Hammer gave such an order for him to carry out alone.

This crossbow arrow came through the air, and it should have been noticed the moment it was fired. Even if Thrall himself could not detect it, there are still hundreds of orcs gathered here, and many of them are equipped to intercept this arrow. The ability of crossbow arrows, not to mention physical means, any shield-type spell can make this arrow without any extraordinary ability ineffective.

But an invisible force wrapped it, making this crossbow bolt out of reality, as if flying outside of reality.

In this case, unless it also has the ability of time and space, it is impossible to perceive.

This invisible force didn't just make the crossbow almost invisible, it also made it slightly deviate from the direction so that it no longer flew towards the deadly nape of the neck.Such exquisite manipulation can only be achieved by the time and space managers of Azeroth.

In the blink of an eye, the crossbow arrows flew hundreds of meters away, and the invisible force that suddenly appeared dissipated, allowing it to reappear in the real space.

Not many people would notice this thin thread-like existence that suddenly appeared, but Thrall himself suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis. This feeling was so close, right behind him, almost close to him. Touching his skin, he didn't even have time to react.

The crossbow bolt pierced through the gap in the black plate armor, biting Thrall's left back like a small and vicious snake.

Thrall felt that half of his body was almost paralyzed in an instant, and the Doomhammer, which had no strength to support, roared away, and Thrall couldn't even hold it. The heavy hammer flew out and rolled on the ground Go ahead and wipe out the sparks.

Grom is an excellent fighter in all aspects, which means that it is his instinct to seize the enemy's openings. After knocking Doomhammer into the air, he immediately stuck to it, and his thick shoulders wrapped in iron armor slammed into the air. On Thrall's chest.

Unexpectedly, Thrall suddenly lost all ability to resist, and his body flew out, like a dummy for new fighters to practice.

The orcs watching the battle were silent for a while, and no one knew what happened. The sudden defeat of the great chief made them wonder whether they should cheer for Hellscream.

Thrall's body rolled on the ground, fragments of black plate armor scattered all over the ground, he didn't feel any pain, even after being hit hard by Grom, he didn't feel it, he only felt numb now, and this kind of Numbness was attacking his sanity.

He put his hands on the ground, trying to stand up, but failed. He wanted to call out to the elements, but it was difficult to even mobilize the basic mental strength. He raised his head and saw Grom walking towards him. Looking up from the ground, Chief Warsong's figure is like a hill.

Am I heading to the Ancestral Spirits sequence here?Such doubts arose in his heart.

The answer is obviously no.

Grom frowned and looked at Thrall in a state of embarrassment. His fighting instinct was just to strike. Although he drank the blood of the devil again, he did not lose his mind, so he could naturally see that Thrall was abnormal.

He didn't attack again, but stretched out his hand to Thrall. He could see that the young chief had suddenly lost his ability to fight, and he didn't believe that the other party would use this method to cheat.

And after helping Thrall up, Grom also saw the broken crossbow arrow, which was obviously the reason why Thrall became what he is now.

He was furious.

"Who is it?" He roared angrily, and the sound waves swept across, forming a storm that lasted for a long time.

The orcs were a little dazed at first, but then they understood something. The sacred Mak'Gora was disturbed by some people with sinister intentions. Although Thrall was injured, the glory of Hellscream was also insulted.

Especially since this Mak'Gora took place in the camp of the Warsong clan.

There was an uproar, and the emotions of the Warsong orcs became extremely agitated, but no one knew how the great chief Thrall was injured, so they couldn't find out where the perpetrator was for a while.

"Great Chief!" Nazgail and Kor'Kron had rushed up and surrounded Thrall, and they looked at the chief of the Warsong clan with cold eyes.
Grom no longer tried to pull up Thrall, who was completely weak, and he didn't care about the attitude of those Kor'krons who were loyal. Compared with finding the assassin, saving his life was the most important thing. The chief of the tribe must not To die here, at this time, Grom is still very clear about this.

This Makgora is meaningless.Even this war will end hastily.

"Shaman! Shaman!" Grom roared loudly again. Of course, he couldn't let everyone in the Warsong clan drink the ability in that well. Those precious shamans all kept their beliefs, After all, spellcasters who can heal are too precious for orcs.

Tracer, a shaman wearing a wolf-headed hood, rushed over, and the first one with a gray beard checked Thrall's condition, "Use ancestor healing, quick!" He shouted at several other shamans.

Grom frowned. The crossbow bolt must be poisonous, but is it a kind of poison that makes these shamans use the most powerful healing spells they have mastered?

At Nazgail's command, a few kor'krons rushed out, and when they returned, a crooked troll followed.Grom recognized this as the witch doctor Ukri who had told him the location of the spring.

Troll witch doctors also know how to heal, and are experts at poisons.

Unlike those shamans who tried their best to release healing spells, the witch doctor Ukri first looked at Thrall carefully, inserted a totem of unknown effect beside him, and sprinkled some unknown powder .

"Interesting." He said shaking his head.

"You'd better be straight." There was a dangerous gleam in Grom's eyes.

"The poison in the great chief is very strange, very strange." The witch doctor pouted, "I'm not saying it's very strong, but it's very... strange." He seemed to be unable to find a more appropriate adjective, "Dark Spear Although the tribe is not a big tribe, our footprints are at least all over the middle of Kalimdor, but I have never seen such a poison, but to be honest, the toxicity of this poison is very good , the one who made it must be a very good pharmacist."

The witch doctor chuckled, ignoring the darkening complexions of the others, "If my judgment is correct, the poison of this poison is the most effective for orcs."

"Specifically for orcs?" Grom frowned.

"That's right, every creature's body mechanism is different, and the toxins that can harm them are not nearly the same. The person who created this kind of poison is very familiar with the orc's body mechanism, which means that he..."

"It's also an orc." Grom's voice carried a hint of chill.

It can basically be determined that other races did not assassinate the chief of the tribe.

"It can only be said that he is also from Draenor." Nazgail reminded, and he turned to look at Ukri, "Witch doctor, you seem to have a way to treat the chief?"

After several shamans spared no effort to treat him, Thrall's complexion improved a little, but he didn't wake up.

"I can't." The witch doctor spread his hands, "It's impossible for me to prepare the corresponding medicine in such a short period of time, and the shadow voodoo can't have a healing effect on the orc's body, but the healing spells of other people can't do it either. Too good, at least those shamans can't."

He turned his head and looked at the shamans of the Warsong clan who were desperately casting spells, "I see that instead of spending so much effort on treatment, you should think about how to stop the toxin from invading the soul of the great chief. There shouldn't be any problem with your own state."

Thrall's talent in the way of elements can indeed be described as amazing. Even in the least proficient in the field of healing, he is better than most old shamans, so the witch doctor's proposal is very reasonable.

These shamans seemed to have suddenly enlightened, and two of them stopped healing and began to seek other spells to relieve the chief's symptoms.

"If they can't do it, is it true that a strong enough shaman can heal the chief?" The loyal Nazgail asked again, and the wolf cavalry leader was a little anxious.

"Probably." Ukulele shrugged.

Nazgail immediately looked at Grom, "Chief Hellscream, please prepare a kodo cart immediately, we must send the war chief to Lord Drek'Thar immediately."

"I understand your urgency, but judging from the current situation, it's better to let that old Frostwolf shaman come here by himself." Grom said calmly.

"Is it possible that the chieftain should stay on the battlefield?"

"I will swear to the death to protect the warchief."

Nazgail looked at Grom, who had regained his composure. The other party still called Thrall the "Great Chief", which showed that he didn't think he had won the Mak'Gora.

This is the pride of Hellscream.

Nazgail and the Kor'kron guards escorted Thrall to the interior of the Splinterwood Post, while Grom was not in a hurry to leave. Although he could not sense the arrival of the crossbow arrows before, according to the location of the arrows hit by Thrall It can be determined exactly where the assailant was shooting. Chief Warsong squinted his eyes and looked at the watchtowers.

"Come on, summon those tower guards!"

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At the same time, in dimensions other than reality.

"Should this be considered mission complete?"

"Yes, but your approach is too extreme. You must know that if Thrall dies, the situation in Kalimdor and not just the Horde will be completely out of control, and the timeline will develop to the point of despair. Chromie is supposed to throw you into time and leave you to fend for yourself."

"Isn't this all right? Everything is perfect. Oh, by the way, did the human on the night elves tell them not to attack again?"

"Yes."

"Should we communicate with him? Reasonably speaking, he is a 'prophet' who is quite hardworking."

"It's not necessary. Ke Luomin said that we don't need to talk to him. She will deal with his problems."

(End of this chapter)