The history of Twilight's hammer begins with the first ogre ---- Gugar.
Ogres are indigenous creatures of the planet Draenor, the home of the orcs, and are descendants of the troll Goron.
They are tall and powerful, but they lack sufficient intelligence and are superstitious about brute force.
In Draenor, ogres, orcs, and draenei are the three largest races of humanoid creatures.
Orcs and draenei could not talk about friendship and covenant until they were tainted by demons, but they lived in peace and traded regularly.
The orcs traded their hunting meat and skins for gems and artifacts from the Draenei, but the ogres were the orcs' mortal enemies.
Even in the eyes of the orcs, these savage creatures have little civilization to speak of.
However, after being contaminated by demons, Gul'dan, the leader of the orcs, began to consider bringing these ogres in to enhance the orcs' combat effectiveness.
Although they had no brute strength and no knowledge of magic, Gul'dan had "successfully experimented" to create the Two-Headed Ogre, a deformed ogre with the usual ogre body but more intelligent.
The first two-headed ogre was Gugar.
Gugar's magic practice was personally guided by Gul'dan, and after the chief of a certain clan was executed for disobeying the orders of the Shadow Council, Gugar became the leader of the orc clan, and it was clear that all of this was planned by Gul'dan, because ogres and orcs were mortal enemies before, and Gugar was the first and only ogre to become the chief of the orc clan.
He changed the name of the clan to Twilighthammer, and there is no trace of what the clan's previous name was or who its former chief was.
Under the leadership of Gugar, this clan became the most descendant of Gul'dan.
As Gul'dan leads the fallen orc horde to invade Azeroth, the Twilight Hammer clan of Gurgar follows him closely.
During the Second World War, after learning of Gul'dan's betrayal of the Horde, Orc Chief Orgrim Doomhammer sent a force to purge the rebels and slaughter Gul'dan and his cronies, but Gurgar escaped.
Although it was believed that Gugar might have died, he and a handful of his cronies had actually fled and fled all the way to Silisus.
There, he discovered Angela, the ruins of the ancient Zerg Yaki Empire.
There, Gugar discovers a terrifying force that can almost rival the leader of the Burning Legion, Sargeras, Cthun, one of the ancient gods sealed by the Titans in the primeval era.
Cthun and the other Elder Gods were sealed away after losing the battle between the Primeval and the Titans.
After countless years of flowing, he took control of Angela's wormmen.
But in order to regain his grasp of Azeroth, he needs more people to work for it.
Apparently worm-shapers are not suitable for activities other than Silishus—because they are too eye-catching, so Cthun chose Gugar.
After gaining the power of the Elder Gods, Gurgar organized the secret cult of the Twilight Hammer and began to gather power in the shadows as servants of the Elder Gods in preparation for the return of their evil master to the continent of Azeroth.
These cultists, brainwashed by the Elder Gods, are convinced that Azeroth will return to the rule of the Elder Gods.
Once the Elder Gods return, they will perform a complete purge of Azeroth (known to the Twilight cultists as the "Twilight Trial"), at which point all usurper (Titan) creations will be destroyed.
Only the truly pious will be able to live beyond Judgment Day.
But no matter how much they kept their secrets, and managed to hide almost all of Azeroth's forces, in the eyes of Diego Aznar, who had memories of his past life, the secret sect was almost transparent.
So, when the mines of Fireview Ridge were overrun by the Twilight cultists, Diego immediately understood what was going on - these doomsday cultists were clearly accumulating resources for their evil masters.
After hesitating for a long time, Diego told the blacksmith Born Knight something about the Twilight Hammer, but his fears did not happen, and the blacksmith was grateful for the information, but did not ask about the source of the information.
This made him feel a lot more relaxed.
However, Diego knew that he could do more for the Thorium Brotherhood, so one evening, a few days after the 1 rifle was made, he and the Night Elves left the Thorium Tower. …… The Scorching Canyon is as hot as ever, and even at night, the red-hot lava provides enough illumination.
However, the haze from the volcanic ash makes everything hazy and indistinct.
Diego crouched on a hillside, overlooking the road below, the only access to the south from the Fireview Ridge Mine.
Diego wiped the sweat from his forehead, although his lizard skin cloak can change color with the environment, and can isolate infrared visual detection, but at the same time, it is also impermeable, isolating the heat dissipation, staying in it is like being stuffed in a steamer, especially in the sweltering environment of the scorching canyon, it is simply painful.
"There are gains and losses, but fortunately, this cloak is the only one missing."
Diego comforted himself inwardly, and at that moment, the sound of wheels passing by came from a distance.
He lifted his cloak slightly, and saw the panther, with Masrae bearskin changing, turning from the other side of the hill.
"Ten minecarts, twenty workers, two dozen guards."
The druid's succinct general report, "It's a little more than we thought, but it should be fine!"
” "Well, according to the plan, you lurk on the side of the road and wait for my gunshots to go off, and then do it."
Diego agreed, patting Kanhaifa, who was lying on the side, and the big cat stood up and walked towards the druid.
"Take aim, that thing isn't a joke."
The Night Elf admonished him that after watching Diego test the gun, he had a deep fear of the musket, but it also gave him great confidence, which was really contradictory.
Diego didn't say anything, just waved his hand, and motioned for Masrae to leave quickly, as before.
The latter shook the fur off his body and disappeared into the night, Guan Haifa following behind him.
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Out of the corner of Diego's eye, he saw the big cat bared its teeth before disappearing, and the newly installed metal tooth shimmered in the night, and it looked as if it couldn't wait to make a fortune.
The road wasn't in good condition - most of the roads in the Scorching Canyon were like that, and the upheaval of three hundred years ago shattered the earth and destroyed almost all of it.
The convoy was moving slowly, and Diego waited for about a quarter of an hour to see the convoy appear.
The workers had a minecart for every two people, one roped in front and the other pushed in the back, a two-wheeled minecart that didn't carry a lot of cargo, and Diego estimated that it would be good to hold five hundred pounds.
The guards lined up in two columns on either side of the convoy, twelve on each side.
Most of these men were warriors armed with swords and shields, but there were also two guys in cloth robes, whom Diego judged might be Warlocks, as this was the most populous spellcasting class in Twilight's Hammer.
Diego pushes the bolt and loads the bullet.
The rifle's crosshair slowly moved with the convoy, and slowly, the convoy finally entered the best killing distance of 300 meters.
Diego found that even with the reflection of lava, it was difficult to aim at this distance.
He hesitated, but decided to bring the enemy closer.
When the Twilight cultists came within a hundred meters, Diego opened fire, choosing the miner who was the first to pull the cart.
With a loud "bang", the miner fell with a spin, and at this distance, the bullet of 1 easily penetrated his body.
Because the cable was still on his shoulder, the minecart was crooked.
Overturned minecarts and scattered ore blocked almost the entire road.
The convoy was in chaos, and someone inexplicably walked towards the first car, intending to see what was going on.
But some experienced people immediately judged the sound of the musket, and one guy shouted loudly: "Musketeer!
” The experienced warriors immediately raised their shields and looked around vigilantly, but in the dim night, no one expected that someone would be able to hit the target from a hundred meters away.
And the sound of gunfire echoed in the valley, and it was impossible to tell which direction it was the ambusher.
Another gunshot rang out, and the man who had gone up to inspect fell straight down.
The screams pierced through the night and spread far away in the open field.
Without hesitation, the warlocks blessed themselves with magic armor and demon skins, and in the midst of the chaos, Diego calmly aimed at one of the guards, and then pulled the trigger.
The bullet hit him in the chest, sending him flying straight into the air, flipping over the minecart and falling to the other side.
Looking at the twilight cultists looking around, Diego sneered and pulled the trigger again, the sight cultists could not have spotted the gunfire at this distance against the red background of the lava.
He was shooting almost recklessly, and one Twilight Warrior after another fell screaming, and shields made of the chitinous shells of the Zermen were torn apart like papier-mâché in front of the bullets,1 and their penetration was so powerful that Diego could penetrate his target without even having to infuse the bullets with arcane energy.
Compared to ordinary bows and arrows, this gun is simply an armor-piercing weapon, and even the Twilight Warlock who casts spell protection has been put down by him.
But at this moment, Diego suddenly felt a little cold, as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake.
A chilling cold sensation rose from the bottom of his heart, running down the back of his neck and into his brain, giving him goosebumps all over his body.
His heart jumped suddenly, and then without hesitation, he pulled 500 from the quick-draw holster of his thigh, then took out a special bullet and filled it into the nest, and adjusted it to the position to be fired.
In the next second, with a piercing scream, a bright ball of light swayed and flew into the air.
The special metal powder burned violently in the air, illuminating the entire slope.
At this time, Diego no longer cared about exposing himself.
The shadow was dispelled, and no more than three paces away from him, a strange abyssal creature revealed itself.
The thing floated in the air half a foot above the ground, about the size of a watermelon, it looked like an eyeball, but it emitted an eerie green light, it had snake-like vertical pupils, and the vitreous body around the pupil also highlighted tangled and twisted blood vessels, this eye was so evil, as if just looking at it would make people fall into boundless despair.
Eye of Kilrog!
This demonic creature is a derivative of the Beholder.
Warlocks summon this demonic eye and use its sensitivity to life to detect it.
The evil creatures of the abyss are rather weak and do not have the powerful abilities of the Eye Demon, but they can pollute people's minds and act as spell beacons to guide the corrosive energy released by warlocks.
Diego immediately judged what it was, and without hesitation, he pulled the trigger again and hit the eyeball.
After a terrible scream, the eyeball vanished, and it was banished back into the Twisted Void, waiting to be summoned the next time.
In fact, warlocks can often only summon the projection of demons in Azeroth, and only the most reckless demons descend in their main forms, and these demons often don't end well.
"He's over there!"
Someone pointed here and shouted, but in fact, he didn't need to shout, everyone saw it, the flare was so dazzling, and the one who couldn't see it again was simply blind.
"Rush over and kill this son of a bitch!"
The fanatics rushed towards this direction with a frenzied shout, and some of the warriors even threw their shields aside in a fit of rage.
Some of the Twilight cultists were shooting indiscriminately in this direction, but the musket captured from the Black Iron Dwarves was a matter of luck at this distance, and if it did, Diego would be considered unlucky.
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Diego unhurriedly fell back to the ground again - not to hide, but to shoot more steadily.
Without the guidance of the Eye of Kilrog, the Warlock's spell range was not that far, and he could continue to hit the target, but the fixed target was now a moving target.
"Bang-", "Bang-" "Bang-", "Bang-", Diego shot unhurriedly, always staying in a rhythm, but almost every shot saw a Twilight Cultist fall until the empty magazine in the rifle jumped out with a "ding".
Diego pulled a full cartridge from his bag, tapped it on the butt, filled it into the magazine, and then loaded it.
But within a few seconds of changing magazines, the Twilight cultists were already getting closer, about fifty meters away from the slope, but they weren't running fast because they were attacking from their backs.
But just as they reached the halfway point of the mountain, a huge explosion broke out in the crowd, and the explosion trap set up by Diego finally worked.
Many people were engulfed in flames for a moment, and they wailed and rolled on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies, but in vain, and after a few seconds, the charred human bodies finally fell silent.
The hillside was filled with the smell of burnt human barbecue.
Diego began his shooting show again, but by this time, there were only a dozen Twilight cultists left.
Still, the fanatics pounced on them frantically, and the one at the front even ran through the frost traps placed in the second line of defense—almost all of them knew that they would almost win when they rushed in front of the hunter.
He grinned excitedly and raised his spear, ready to stab it into the ambusher's body.
But just then, a dark shadow jumped out of the shadows on the side, threw him to the ground, and bit wildly at his unprotected throat, and he hung up before he could scream a few times.
Diego continued to shoot, not even interested in looking at him.
After a few shots, he looked up from above the butt of his rifle and saw the last of the last Twilight cultists rushing up screaming and falling under the attack of the Druid Panthers.
"Uncle Diego is not alone now, Uncle now has a baby as a companion!
It's a dead end to get up!
Diego stood up and smirked at the dead fanatic.
Diego sat down, held the rifle in his arms, pulled the bolt back and forth, and pulled all the bullets out of the magazine one by one.
He carefully examined the bolt, and after making sure that there were no bullets in the chamber, he dropped the muzzle of the gun and looked inside.
At this time, it was almost dawn, and by the morning light, Diego was satisfied to see that after this battle, the metal components did not show the slightest sign of stress deformation and cracking, the bolt ran tightly and smoothly, and the rifling of the barrel did not even show even a single wear, which made the human hunter very satisfied.
"Hi buddy!
Come down and take a look!
Just then, the Night Elves shouted from the hillside.
Diego reloaded his rifle with a full magazine and headed down the hill, it was harvest time.
There were more than a dozen corpses lying around the minecart, and the remaining Twilight Warlock didn't escape.
The low-ranking warlock was brought down without the slightest revolt under Masrae's surprise attack.
Their status in the Twilight Cult is probably not high, as evidenced by their shabby robes, which do not have any spells on them or the most basic enchantments, which makes Diego not even interested in looting loot.
He walked over to the minecart, lifted the tarpaulin on the minecart, and saw that there were some unrefined coarse ores, mostly ordinary iron ore, and a small amount of black iron ore, but these ores were obviously accompanied by some rare Thorsilver, which could be seen by the shimmering green filaments in the ore.
However, the silver content in these ores is not high, and it is not even a poor ore, and these five carts of ore may not even be refined from half a pound of silver.
"It's not a valuable thing, at least not until it's refined."
Diego said in a low voice, he looked back at the direction of the mine, there was already a lot of people over there, to be honest, this side of the "ping pong" has been fighting for so long, there are flares, and there are gunshots, and there is no reaction over there, it is too much, the Doomsday cultists are just crazy, not stupid.
"Alright, we have to go."
He whispered to Masrae, who was still looting for loot, and to be honest, the Night Elf sometimes seemed to be even more greedy than the goblin trader.