Trustingo was a shield-wielding infantry of the Thorny Trolls, enslaved by the self-proclaimed King of Blackstone, like his fellow citizens.

But for the trolls of the forest, serving a powerful master is an honor, not a disgrace of being enslaved.

If it is said that the orc clan lost its glory because of the defeat of the orc war and the fading of the effect of demon blood.

So more than 10,000 years ago, the strongest empire of Azeroth was established, and the trolls who were not false to the ancient gods and the Qila Zerg were also faced.

He had long since lost the glory of his race after losing to the Night Elves.

…… Eating and sleeping and fighting trolls is a traditional project in World of Warcraft.

The shield in Tustingou's hand was a diamond-shaped shield propped up by a few branches and animal skins.

It looks very fragile, but with the blessing of the voodoo spell of the witch doctor of the Burning Thorn Clan, the defense is no less than the iron shield in the hands of those Split Shield Clan orcs.

In this regard, Tustin Gou, who has been saved many times by the diamond-shaped shield in his hand, is convinced.

Seeing the advance wolf cavalry and the wolf they were riding were covered in bullet holes, Tustin, who was walking in the front row of the line, shrunk the troll's already rickety body.

Pray earnestly that no stray bullets will come to you.

Using shields against the muskets of the Black Iron Dwarves was a habit that the invaders who had captured Hodemar had cultivated over the years.

Sacrifice some of the shield soldiers, let the ogres and dragonmen with hammers or spears approach the dwarves, and then it's harvest time.

The problem is that the shieldmen who are at the front of the line today and don't even dare to show their heads feel a little wrong.

The Black Iron Dwarf's musket no longer fired a series of "thump" sounds, but a series of completely unstoppable "thump" sounds.

Trolls like Tustin Gou had to stand up to it so they wouldn't be pushed away by the impact of these bullets.

Why do those Black Iron Dwarves still keep firing? Some of the restless Tustin Gou could only pray that the muskets in the hands of the Black Iron Dwarves would hurry up, because they were too hot or ran out of bullets to use.

It's a pity that before he waited until this time, the voodoo attached to the diamond-shaped shield in his hand was torn apart by a barrage like raindrops.

The leather shield that had lost its voodoo art was torn apart in an instant by the bullets that followed.

Along with the torn apart, there was also Tustin Go's body.

Before his consciousness sank into darkness, the troll's shield-wielding infantry saw only a strange weapon, spewing the flames of death continuously.

"Greenhill!" Mi Shan, who had finished firing two magazines in a row in the phalanx, let go of his hand and rubbed his shoulder, which was a little sore because of the continuous vibration.

Greenhill, who heard Mistress Mishan's order, immediately took out a magazine, removed the old chain, and inserted the new one.

He also opened the vent valve of the cylindrical barrel of the Maxim heavy machine gun.

The "Zizi ......" was turned into steam by the cooling water boiled by the high-temperature barrel and gushed out.

The world of Azeroth is also not devoid of high-speed firing technology, although there are no miniaturization, at least machine-gun-like ones exist.

But those engineers in the world of Azeroth, because of the existence of ice magic, did not consider this simple water-cooling device.

As a result, it is impossible to sustain fire suppression without a mage.

A heavy machine gun without the ability to suppress constant fire is better than nothing.

Since most of the first bullets were used to destroy those shields, the only real results for Misr were the shield soldiers in the first few rows of the Phalanx, and some ogres who wanted to go into battle quickly.

There were no more than thirty of them together, but they severely damaged the morale of those ragtag troops.

Without a shield, it was under the firepower of nearly a legion of Black Iron Dwarves, and it was in such a narrow place.

…… If you go forward, you will be sent to death, right!?

Mishan's results also shocked the Black Iron Dwarves led by General Angover.

Angfu, who was not only a general but also a master craftsman, figured out the structure and how the weapon was made through the sound and the slight turning of the parts as soon as the Makqin machine gun used by Mishan was fired.

It's very simple...... Very plain...... A lot of things are used by the Black Iron Dwarves themselves.

Even General Angfu can guarantee that the craftsmen of the Black Iron Dwarves can make better weapons of this kind.

Of course, this is how General Angfu thought too much and built this Maxim machine gun according to the Misr Shan idea, but Greenhill is a master craftsman who has participated in interstellar wars...... This can only be considered a weapon that looks like a Maxim heavy machine gun.

Fortunately, General Angover only habitually thought about it, and what he was really thinking about was why none of the Black Iron Dwarves had thought about using water to cool the barrel to solve the problem of overheating the barrel caused by continuous firing.

Could it be that under the control of the Fire Demon King, it is forbidden to use any tools with the help of water?

Seeing the motley army on the opposite side, which was blocked fifty meters away and did not dare to take a step forward, Mishan raised his head and looked at another wave of enemies...... Well? What about the enemy?

"Ran away?" After looking around and not seeing the group of dragoons led by Red Black Hand, Mishan asked in surprise.

You must know that Mi Shan was also going to play with Makqin as an anti-aircraft machine gun, but he ran away.

"Yes, my lord, when you tore through the enemy's shields, Red Black Hand fled like cowards with all the Black Dragoons." Greenhill did not hide the disdain in his tone.

"Vegetables." Mishan shook his head and complained, although Red Blackhand's father, the Great Chieftain Blackhand, is also a fool, but he is also a character.

I didn't expect his son to be so unsuccessful, no wonder he would be enslaved by Nefarian's second-stage patient.

However, speaking of the late second stage, Mi Shan quietly glanced at Greenhill, who did not steal the limelight and concentrated on service.

"What's wrong, sir?" Greenhill wondered.

"Nothing?" Mishan immediately withdrew his gaze.

"Oh, so sir, are you talking about this? How could I disturb adults playing games......" Greenhill, who took several seconds to react to what Misu-sama was thinking, said quickly.

Misr didn't react to Greenhill's words, but the Black Iron Dwarves fell into a hesitation.

Ha? Playing games? Is this a game?

I don't know what the reason is, Mi Shan's words, which can only be heard by the people around him in theory, were also heard by the group of miscellaneous soldiers who were congested at the door and neither advanced nor retreated.

As a result, when Mishan re-aimed his machine gun at those guys, the ragtag army that had been trying to kill all the dwarves, capture the dragon slayer, gain the appreciation of the King of Blackstone, and become winners in life all dispersed in a hurry.

When escaping, even because the road was too narrow, many people on the edge were directly squeezed off the road, and fell into the lava one after another.

It is estimated that the fire element in the lava will not let go of this group of guys who have been under the control of Nefarian and compete with the Fire Demon King.

"Uh...... Am I that scary? Mi Shan was stunned for a moment because of this scene, then lowered his head to look at Makqin, who was still steaming, and was silent for a while:

"Maybe fear is a matter of course."