Lord of Rot

Dolu Qi is a 14-year-old Warcraft man.

When he was 8 years old, the tribe's resources were not enough to allocate. As a cub, he naturally became a ration. But that day, he suddenly burst out with powerful power and easily slaughtered the entire tribe with one person.

Later, he was taken in by the noble half-orc Mu Er, the commander of the fifth legion.

Until this year, due to the resource competition between Red Stone and Iron Claw, friction between the two places continued, and Dolu Qi became a member of the expatriate and was stationed at the border of Red Stone.

But Dolu Qi's life was not comfortable. Everyone knew that Master Mu Er valued the ability of Warcraft people very much. Although the young Dolu Qi awakened very early, his body was still too weak.

In competition with other Warcraft people, he has always been at the bottom.

So this assignment meant that he was completely given up.

The rumbling noises of the past few days were not far from his station, but Dolu Qi's attitude was not positive. As long as the other party did not rush over on a large scale, there was no need to worry.

There are constant frictions between the two countries, as long as the problems are not caused by themselves.

"What does Iron Claw want to do?" Dolu Qi looked towards the sea and asked, "Where are the people sent out?"

He sent the Warg Cavalry to investigate as soon as possible, but there was no news after so long, and it was very likely that the people of Iron Claw would solve it.

This is not good news. It means that Dolu Qi’s subordinates, who were not wealthy, have lost their most precious unit, the Warg Cavalry!

"Is it possible that Iron Claw has a conspiracy?"

Dolu Qi's ferocious orc face was wrinkled.

Suddenly there was a rumbling sound coming from the distance, and the sound of running was uniform.

As a qualified warrior, Dolu Qi reacted immediately. He picked up his double-headed ax and rushed out of the stone house. Because of the noise, the entire station was in chaos.

"Get away!" Dolu Qi stretched out his hand and moved it casually, and each person was shot away.

The thick-skinned dwarf orcs flew out of the group in an arc, and it was fine even if they hit the ground. They patted their butts and stood up again, following behind the tall Dolu Qi and howling.

Dwarf orcs don't think about anything except eating, drinking, and defecating most of the time. They are typical people who only care about eating but not fighting.

In the wild ahead, a dark figure surged in like a tide.

Dolu Qi stared and realized that it turned out to be an army of cavalry!

From head to toe, including the horses, they were all covered in exquisite iron armor.

The spear, which was shining coldly, was raised at an angle.

There are no less than a thousand people. If this cavalry charges, Dolu Qi is sure that his side will be defeated.

Fortunately, the opponent did not rush over directly, but stopped in front.

"Are you from Iron Claw?!" Dolu Qi yelled.

……

"Roar!"

Ashley frowned.

She couldn't understand what the other person was saying at all.

Fortunately, the improvised "translation helmet" can help her solve this problem.

The principle is very simple, let a half-orc translate what he hears into the common language of Lurea, and then transmit it to Ashley's helmet through magic.

The disadvantage is that it has to be one-to-one.

After a long while, the translator came belatedly: "Are you from Iron Claw?!"

"No, we're here to do business!" Ashley said.

This time it was much faster, and the orc roar, whose sound was transmitted by magic, came from Ashley's helmet.

"Business? What business?"

"A batch of relatively special weapons."

……

boom!

Dolu Qi held up a small iron rod called a "musket" and pulled the trigger at the short orc who was close at hand.

The short orc who was ordered to stand still by him suddenly had his head exploded.

Pieces of flesh and blood were scattered and exploded all over the place.

The dwarf orcs, who had been hungry for a long time, swarmed forward and ate the pieces of meat that they had called their "companions" just a moment ago.

Dolu Qi changed another one. He couldn't load the bullets of the previous gun because the muzzle was too narrow.

Taking the gun again from the black armored "little man" on the side, Dolu Qi pointed the gun at his arm.

boom!

There was just a small bloody hole in the arm, which hurt a little, but it didn't penetrate the bone.

"It's still a little less powerful."

As he spoke, he grabbed another dwarf orc and threw it out, ordering the other person to stand far away and not move.

He fired four or five shots in a row before finally blowing his head off.

Dolu Qi was horrified.

Bows, javelins, slings, etc. are the main long-range weapons of the orc army, but they are limited by the level of forging. Except for some master craftsmen who can make excellent weapons, most bows cannot guarantee the accuracy of archery. and power.

Therefore, slings, javelins, etc. have become the main force in long-range combat.

However, these weapons are extremely close and have low power, so they cannot hurt me as a Warcraft.

But the weapon called "Musket" is very different.

It has a long range, and although its accuracy is not high, it is much more accurate than a sling, and it can even penetrate your own flesh!

Dolu Qi's first thought was that he must get these weapons.

The second idea is to kill these people after getting the weapons.

"What do I need to pay?"

"Ore, gold, various rare objects or magic materials, including monster bones, scales, etc." Ashley said: "I believe that after this first cooperation, our future cooperation will be more enjoyable."

"Cooperate in the future?" Dolu Qi suddenly woke up. Even if he killed these people, where did the bullets come from?

And the other party's asking price is very low.

Iron ore is indeed precious, but except for master craftsmen, it cannot be eaten or drunk.

Until Dolu Qi obtained enough firearms and ammunition and the cavalry left, he was immersed in joy.

When Dolu Qi came back to his senses, he remembered: "How to contact them!"

When you run out of bullets, who should you look for to replenish them?

Also, their armor is very sophisticated, so there must be a way to forge it!

As for who the other party is, Dolu Qi doesn't care. The most powerful people in Panbo Continent are only the orcs.

Until it was getting dark, a warg suddenly jumped out of the grass.

The warg cavalry rolled to the ground and lay in front of Dolu Qi: "Sir! The people of Iron Claw are coming!"

"how many people?"

"Many, many! There are as many as four or five tribes!"

Four or five tribes, maybe 100 people, maybe 500 people.

Dolu Qi cursed the illiterate cavalry in his heart, grabbed a short orc, and threw it to the warg who was waiting anxiously with his tongue hanging out.

The warg screamed and flew over when he saw a piece of moving black and green "meat", opened his bloody mouth, and jumped up.

Click, click!

Blood splattered.

The other dwarf orcs were trembling, but no one thought there was anything wrong with this.