Captain Jack of Azeroth

Chapter 133 The situation is reversed
"boom--"

An explosion caught the two's attention, and they looked towards the goblin camp, only to see the attackers retreating frantically. Behind them, goblins kept rushing out and throwing bombs at them.

Iser asked in disbelief: "The goblins still have bombs?"

"We just blew up the goblin's weapons depot. Of course the goblins have bombs." Jack said, "I just felt that the attack just now was too smooth. It turns out that the goblins have hidden tricks."

The goblin demolisher didn't show up just now, and he thought the goblins had equipped the demolishers with muskets in order to reduce casualties.

Now it seems that the goblins are just secretly planning how to counterattack.

Perhaps, this is not the only trump card of the goblins. The goblins are not fools, they know that Jack is an accurate shooter, so they will not let the goblin blaster die in vain!
The money to buy life is very expensive.

Just as Jack was wondering what other tricks the goblins had up their sleeves, he heard a series of artillery fire in the camp.

Jack's face changed and he threw Issel to the ground, "Get down!"

The crew members heard the shouts and fell to the ground subconsciously. The slaves didn't react in time, and the shells fell and blew them away.

"Boom boom boom——"

The shells continued to bombard the excavation site, especially where Jack was, which was the focus of the goblins' attack.

These cannons were salvaged from the sea by the goblins and have been kept in the camp for repairs, and have not yet been put into the armory.

The explosion of the weapons depot really confused the goblins. But they quickly reacted and sent musketeers and lumberjacks to meet the enemy while preparing artillery. They found Jack early, but Jack kept moving, leaving them no chance to fire.

Jack's arrogant behavior gave the goblins an opportunity. They saw Jack stop, adjust the artillery at the fastest speed, and then launch this counterattack.

The counterattack was very effective, and shells kept exploding around Jack. If it weren't for the lucky rabbit's foot constantly emitting white light, those shells would have drowned Jack.

A round of shelling passed, and Jack shook his head and looked at the shell craters around him. If he was off by three or five yards, he would be dead.

God bless!

No, it seems like the lucky rabbit's foot worked, otherwise there wouldn't be craters all around.

Thinking of this, Jack immediately felt grateful to his cheap "father".

He quickly got up and reached out to pull Isel. Isel let out a soft cry, which caught Jack's attention. Soon, he found a wound on Isel's waist with a shrapnel of a shell stuck in it.

Such injuries did not seem to be caused by the surrounding shells, but rather by shrapnel from a distant shell that bounced off the stone. Looking in the opposite direction of where the shrapnel had been inserted, there was indeed a large stone not far away with a clear bullet mark on it.

"You're so unlucky! You even caught the ricocheting shrapnel."

Jack picked up Iseil, walked a few steps to the excavation pit, and jumped down.

At this time, the sound of artillery fire rang out again, and the shells whizzed over Jack's head, fell on the wall opposite the excavation pit, and continued to explode.

Jack quickly turned around and pressed down Iseil. Iseil's face suddenly turned red as he was pressed down by Jack continuously.

She knew that Jack had no intention of taking advantage of her, but Jack's protection still touched her sensitive spot. Among the night elves, Iselle was still relatively young and in the early stages of love. Jack risked his life to save her, so it was inevitable that she would have strange feelings in her heart.

Shrapnel flew everywhere, filling the entire excavation pit. The slaves in the pit were hit hard again and fell to the ground. Jack spat and said unhappily, "If I had known earlier, I would have brought the cannon over."

Iseil wanted to get up, but the wound on her waist made her sit back down.

Jack pulled out a healing potion and handed it over.

Issel shook his head, "No, you help me take out the shrapnel, I can use the healing spell myself."

Jack was a little envious, "It's good to know healing spells!"

He turned to the wound and took a closer look. "Just bear with it!"

Iser nodded, "Okay-Ah!!!"

Jack took advantage of her inattention and pulled out the shrapnel, causing Issel to scream in pain. Jack didn't care how much pain she was in, and directly cast a spell to wash the wound, then said, "You can be treated now."

Iseil looked straight at Jack, snatched the healing potion and poured it into his mouth.

Jack asked curiously, "Why don't you cast a healing spell?"

Iser said speechlessly, "The pain makes my mind unstable and I can't cast spells."

The third wave of bombardment came, and Jack pressed Iseil under him again. After the bombardment was over, Iseil pushed Jack away and performed the healing spell.

The healing speed of the wound increased rapidly and scabs formed soon on the wound.

When Jack saw that Issel was fine, he immediately said, "Turn into a black panther, leave the battlefield, and go to the goblin camp."

Issel nodded, quickly transformed into a black panther, and before the fourth wave of artillery fire arrived, he rushed out of the excavation pit and entered stealth mode.

Jack also poked his head out of the excavation pit to check the goblins' movements. The goblin blasters were coming over here. They obviously knew Jack was here and wanted to give him a surprise attack.

"A sneak attack? You are still a little naive."

Jack raised his two guns and kept pulling the trigger, knocking the goblin blasters to the ground. The goblin blasters who were not dead yet took out the bombs and threw them at Jack. However, Jack shot them and the bombs exploded in mid-air, directly detonating the bombs on the ground.

After a series of explosions, the goblin demolitionists were turned into minced meat.

Jack retreated into the excavation pit, and when the explosion was over, he tried to stick his head out again, but the fourth wave of shells came. Jack was so scared that he quickly retreated his head, jogged along the edge of the pit, and rolled out in the explosion. As soon as he lay down, shrapnel flew over him, making a shrill and terrifying sound.

We must find a way to destroy the goblins' artillery, otherwise we will surely lose the battle.

Jack looked around, trying to find Rude. Where had this crowmouth gone? With him around, the goblins would probably attack him first, right?

At this time, Rude was shivering in another excavation pit, surrounded by the bodies of slaves and the screams of the crew.

Lying on the ground did not completely avoid the bombardment. Those who were unlucky were directly hit by the shells, which was a sure death. Many people were hit by shrapnel, and even with healing potions, they could not heal their wounds immediately. The shrapnel was too deep, and they did not dare to pull it out hastily. They could only slowly move to the edge of the pit to temporarily save their lives.

Just as Jack was thinking about how to deal with the goblins, a group of elves appeared next to the goblin camp. They raised their bows and fired a volley at the goblin camp.

(End of this chapter)