The New Order of Azeroth Chapter 42

If the deceleration poison doesn't work, then continue to change the poison.

In just ten seconds, Vanessa changed five poisons! Some have quick onset and some are highly corrosive. Unfortunately, Colin Liquor has rough skin and thick flesh, and there is a drink that can cure all poisons. Not at all.

This is the helplessness of mid-level thieves fighting high-level fighters.

She used two false moves in a row, taking advantage of the interval between the opponent's turning, and stayed away from Heitantou's attack range.

She panted heavily, trying to adjust her breathing so that her physical strength could recover quickly.

Vanessa misses Brother Nimez very much, and the effect of the holy light on restoring physical strength is really good. It's a pity that the young monk is still thousands of miles away. The only one around her is this shaman who is slashing with an ax and doesn't know how to heal herself.

Huh? When she was about to fight again, she found that Heitantou's face was flushed, her footsteps were a little sloppy, and the hit rate and strength of her attacks had dropped a lot. Is this the effect of some kind of poison? Smelling the soaring smell of alcohol on the other party, she was a little speechless. This was not because the poison had worked, but because the other party drank too much!

A dick! Fighting this kind of person is simply an insult to herself, Vanessa looked around, then reached out and threw the grappling hook.

With light steps, she clicked here and jumped there, just like Spiderman did with Ant-Man, she wrapped the rope around Heitantou's neck twice, then she jumped high, using a boat on the boat. Using the mast as the axis, he used his own acceleration and gravity to drag Heitan head off the ground abruptly.

"No! He's too heavy! Help!" She hurriedly beckoned to a group of short and thick dwarf uncles and aunts for help.

The dwarf shaman still didn't remember his legal identity, he threw away the big axe, took three steps at a time, and ran over to help her pull the rope.

The **** that was fighting a bunch of Dark Iron dwarves also sent out a few dwarves to help.

With the help of two dwarf uncles and three dwarf aunts, Heitantou was forcibly dragged off the deck with his full body armor weighing hundreds of kilograms, come on? Can't reach the mast, down? It couldn't touch the deck again, hanging in the air like a pendulum.

"Fire! Fire! Kill the bastard! Use a musket! A musket! Shoot me! Hit!" Vanessa took over the command and ordered a group of dwarves to throw away their battle axes and hammers and show off their musketeer demeanor , Aim at the living target in mid-air and hit hard!

She wants to see, in the world of Azeroth, which is more powerful, armor or gunpowder.

"Well...the armor is still powerful!" The dwarf musketeer beat Heitan's head for half a minute. She was frustrated to find that firearms were not omnipotent. Charcoal Head's Defense.

The opponent's armor did not know what material it was made of, and the projectile made a 'dang-dang' sound when it hit it, and it couldn't penetrate it at all.

"Let's think about it... Right! Can this guy swim? It doesn't matter if he can swim, just tie him a big rock and throw him into the sea!" Vanessa turned around and thought of another bad move, the armor is strong? Can your armor come with its own oxygen tank?

"Hi! Friends from afar, leave that black guy to me!" Just as Vanessa was about to chop the mast and black charcoal head into the sea, she couldn't help but turn her head to look at a loud shout from a distance.

They saw a burly figure approaching them at a slow speed.

Good eyesight is the basic quality of a thief, even if the distance is a hundred meters, she can still see who is coming.

The visitor was tall and tall, wearing a bamboo hat, with a slightly fat stomach in mind, and two sharp eyes in black and white hair.

The opponent is holding a wooden stick and carrying a large wine jug on his back. It is not a ship that carries him across the sea, but a sea turtle.

The characteristics can be said to be very obvious. Is this a Pandaren? Thoughts collided quickly in Vanessa's mind, who are the pandaren who can roam around these days? Looks like there is only one.

The guy suspected of being a pandaren disliked the slow speed of the sea turtle under his feet. He beat the sea turtle with a wooden stick, but the sea turtle was still wandering slowly on the surface of the sea, showing no sign of speeding up.

Seeing that it was less than 100 meters away from Vanessa's big ship, he didn't wait for the turtle to speed up.

The wooden stick in his hand propped up against the turtle shell, and the pandaren jumped into the air with a somewhat out-of-shape jump, and flew towards their merchant ship.

The posture is very elegant. It is not easy to make such light movements with a fat body. He is definitely a flexible fat man, but...

Vanessa looked at the opponent's landing point, and then calculated the speed of her own merchant ship. Your landing point seems to be in the sea!

"Ah!—Ah!—" The pandaren in mid-air also discovered this problem. He thought that the boat would not move too fast on the sea surface, but he did not expect that the current under the sea was very fast. In less than two seconds, the boat had already It floated to the side for more than three meters, less than four meters.

You must have been sent by the monkey to be funny! Vanessa doesn't have the ability to call the wind and rain to stop the ship like Princess Talanji, but she can't watch her fall into the sea either.

Heitan's head was still hooked on the usual grappling hook. Fortunately, there was not much on board, except a lot of rope.

Quickly grabbing a rope, he threw it at the pandaren.

The other party looked fat, but his actual skills were far beyond imagination. Vanessa expected several people to pull the rope, and then the scene of pulling the fat panda up did not appear at all. It leaped forward and landed firmly on the deck.

"Orc!" The dwarf shaman had never seen a pandaren before, but when he saw the face of the pandaren, he automatically thought of the orcs who had caused huge casualties to humans and dwarves.

"I'm not an orc, I followed this guy all the way here, he dared to steal my wine!" The panda man said angrily, pointing at Heitantou who was struggling desperately.

"Please let him down, I want to have a good fight with him." The pandaren's fighting spirit was high, Vanessa thought for a while, she still nodded to the dwarves, no nodding, Heitantou struggled too hard, the rope was about to break .

"Leave this guy to you, let's deal with those enemies!" She gathered all the dwarven guards to fight against the black iron dwarves who came to rob. Appalling.

However, after she, a mid-level thief with a relatively low minimum, joined the battle, no matter how good the armor defense was, it was useless. Nineteen of the Black Iron dwarves were killed on the spot, and seven were captured. Spirits is still fighting the Pandaren one-on-one.

sharp! Just looking at it for a while, Vanessa saw how powerful the Pandaren are. They seem to move slowly, but their actual strength is used just right. Every movement of their hands and feet can cause huge damage to Heitantou, and the armor is useless. .

This is a legendary professional.

Chapter end