Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Early the next morning.

Blake, who was refreshed after a night's rest, opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, and disarmed a few simple traps beside the bed.

As an assassin, even if you are "self-taught".

He also knows that falling asleep is the most vulnerable state and requires more protection. The techniques for building these traps were learned from the mysterious dwarf Greif Crazy Heart.

Very simple.

But it's also very practical.

He pushed open the door and saw Oridon Perenold walking over. This guy was wearing casual clothes and his face was full of pride.

He came over, bowed slightly to Blake, and whispered:

"Master, did you sleep well last night?"

"Well, I'm very satisfied."

Blake replied in a hoarse voice. He looked around and winked at Oridon, who hurriedly followed. In the corner of the corridor, he said to Oridon:

"I have some 'things' that are inconvenient to carry. Maybe you, a sergeant with wide connections in the castle, can help me."

As he spoke, the magic bag was opened.

An orc's head fell at Auriden's feet, making the young sergeant's eyes light up. Seeing his reaction, the cunning pirate chuckled and said:

"I have more here"

The heads of the orcs that had been hunted and killed in the past few days were thrown out in the next moment, creating a small spectacle at the feet of Auriden.

The latter's breathing immediately became rapid.

So many heads!

He is truly an orc killer.

How much military merit can these orc heads be exchanged for?

"Master, please rest assured! You are the mentor's distinguished guest."

Auriden's body was trembling, suppressing his inner excitement, he patted his chest and said to Blake:

"I will do my best to meet all your requirements, this is what I must do, whether it is money or other aspects of enjoyment, I will do my best to do it.

I just don’t know, what do you need? "

"I need some equipment, leather armor for easy movement, good weapons, or rare items such as magic bags, but they must be of good quality.

Don't fool me with defective products. "

Blake hugged the restless little fish-man and said:

"I suggest you don't take them all out at once. The major is planning a war against the orcs, and these things rot in the magic bag very slowly.

You have enough time to make careful arrangements, don't rush, you have to be careful and don't let others take advantage of you. "

With the caution a shadow walker should have, he warned:

"If you let me get into any trouble you've caused, I'll teach you a 'little' lesson."

"Yes, Master."

Oridon suddenly became solemn, and he responded politely:

"Thank you for reminding me. Although my family is in decline, there are still some treasures. I will get them as soon as possible and I will definitely satisfy you.

Also, the Major invites you to his office to discuss a plan to launch a counterattack against the nearby orc clan. "

"Well, when the time is right, I will visit the Major."

Blake glanced at the status bar of the character card.

He said:

"Now, I'm going to hunt a few orcs as a pre-dinner exercise."

After saying that, he took a step forward in front of Auriden, walked into the shadows, and disappeared silently.

But he wasn't hunting orcs.

He went to find little Taresha, that sensible girl, who was helping her busy mother clean up the housework at her home in the lower part of the castle, when Blake appeared behind her.

Little Taresha was naturally startled again.

But Mr. Black was much kinder today. He sat with Taresha very familiarly and told her interesting things about the hills and the castle, as if he was passing the time.

This made little Taresha a little confused.

Shouldn't a person as powerful and awe-inspiring as Mr. Black be very busy?

How could he have time to chat with an ordinary little girl like himself?

Blake sat by the fireplace in her home, drinking poor wine and paying close attention to the status bar of her character card. This continued for a full hour.

When little Taresha refilled his fifth glass of wine, and the chat between the two had turned to such boring topics as the secrets of Stromgard's palace, Blake's fingers suddenly trembled as he was holding the wine glass.

In his gaze.

In the translucent character card status bar, two more entries were quietly added:

Character Card: "Soul Hunter" Derek Proudmoore (Black Shaw)

Status: Mortal body. Hell messenger. Time and space beacon (locked). Dragon power shocks (lower level. Unable to save)

"It's coming!"

Blake narrowed his eyes, stood up immediately, said goodbye to Taresha, and put a bright red apple in the little girl's hand. He patted Taresha on the head and said with a smile:

"You must be wondering why I came to see you today. In fact, I also have a sister who is as old as you, and like you, has long blond hair and light blue eyes.

Every time I see you, I will think of her. The reason why I let that little orc go has something to do with this. "

Blake sighed playfully.

He said:

"I can never refuse any of her requests"

"ah?"

Taresha held the sweet-smelling apple. She looked at Blake and said:

"Then Mr. Black, you must like your sister very much?"

"I like it. It's okay."

Blake patted her little head and said:

"This apple is my gift to you. Just think of it as a complement to scaring you last night. Just do me a small favor and don't make me feel too guilty."

After saying that, Blake disappeared and rushed to Major Blackmore's office as fast as possible.

And little Taresha looked at the red apple in her hand.

The aroma coming from it made her twitch her nose, and she carefully cut off half of it, planning to bring it to Sal to taste in the evening. Then she continued to clean up the housework while humming a song and eating the sweet apple.

Five minutes later.

In the major's office, the major was sitting on a chair, looking at the hilly battlefield map on the table, and thinking about the next counterattack, when he suddenly felt a cold killing intent.

The veteran reacted extremely quickly.

He kicked the table in front of him roughly, roared, ducked down to avoid the blade punch thrust from in front of him, and then drew out the dagger from his waist. The moment he stood up, he slashed at the assassin in front of him.

"clang"

The dagger collided with Werther's leg, causing a few sparks to fly.

The major exerted force with his feet, and like a bull, he bumped into the assassin in front of him, knocking back several steps the Black Shaw who was exuding murderous aura.

"You're crazy!"

The major saw the assassin clearly covered in the broken shadow and roared.

As a result, Blake shouted coldly:

"Edras Blackmoore! You have failed your people, you have betrayed your king! You breed orcs in the castle! You two-faced coward!"

"you!!!"

These words shocked the major.

The anger in his heart at the assassination also turned into a bone-chilling chill at this moment, and he stared at Blake in front of him.

I sighed in my heart, he is indeed an orc killer!

Overnight, Sal's existence was discovered.

Now is the period of the decisive battle between orcs and humans. Once such a secret is leaked, the merits and good reputation that the major has managed to accumulate will be over immediately.

A look of determination immediately appeared on his face that was originally full of boldness. With a twist of his wrist, he rushed towards Blake.

He wants to kill the assassin in front of him!

Even though he is an orc killer and a human warrior, he has poured too much energy into Thrall, made too much investment, and everything in the future has been planned.

He couldn't allow an assassin to destroy all of this.

As a battlefield veteran, Major Blackmore, although he is not one of those legendary brave heroes, has been fighting on the battlefield since he was young. His rich combat experience gives him an absolute advantage against Black.

Assassins are not good at confronting warriors.

After just a few sword exchanges, Black was at a disadvantage. The footsteps of the guards rushing towards him could be heard outside the door. The major had already secured victory.

Blake, who had his head lowered, suddenly changed his fighting style at this moment. He no longer responded with a delicate fight, but instead rushed forward recklessly towards the major's dagger.

"puff"

At the same time that the dagger pierced the assassin's waist and abdomen, Black's blade fist also cut into the major's blocked left arm, and two balls of blood burst out at the same time.

Judging from the injuries alone, the assassin's blow was simply a life-threatening attack, and the results were disastrous.

But the problem is that since getting the blood ring poison, every time Blake attacks, he will not forget to quench the weapon in advance.

"Despicable assassin!"

The major also felt the numbness of his entire arm in an instant. He staggered back, cursed, and kicked Black away. The assassin fell to the ground, and his waist and abdomen were almost stabbed.

This is already considered a fatal injury.

But he doesn't care.

The face with residual burns was filled with an eerie calm, as if he couldn't feel the pain at all, and he ignored the dazzling swords of the guards pouring into the office.

He just stared at Edras Blackmoore in front of him.

The blood ring poison did not disappoint as always. In just a few seconds, the brave major fell into the chair with a pale face, and Oridon even shouted for the priest.

"Buzz"

Just when the guards were about to hack the despicable assassin to death, everything around him suddenly stopped in Black's perception.

The soldiers wielded their swords.

Their shouts and breathing, the noise in the office, even the wind around the entire castle, the light from the sun, everything stopped.

Time is frozen in the river of time.

Everything in the castle is fading rapidly, like an old filtered photo with all the colors removed, and like it has been ripped out of the river of time.

Blake's body was also frozen, as if he had pressed the shutdown button and could no longer move a finger, but his unique soul was still as alive as before.

He looked at the translucent status bar in front of him, and there was an additional entry in it:

"Back in Time"

"Buzz"

The frozen time in the entire castle quickly flowed back in an instant, as if someone had quietly moved one space back on the invisible scale of the timeline.

It's like a silent black and white silent film played backwards.

The swords that cut down against Blake, the angry soldiers, the shouting Oridon, the dying major, including Blake himself, are all part of the film's backward playback.

Everything is backtracking.

This process was terrible, like being thrown into a crazy spinning washing machine and spinning hundreds of times. The moment Blake's consciousness returned to his body.

He had been forced back to the moment when he was fighting with Major Blackmore. At this time, he was rushing towards the dagger thrust out by the major. The blade fist in his hand was only a few inches away from the major's blocking arm.

"Snapped"

In the still frozen time, in Blake's gaze.

A tall, white-skinned high elf wearing a moon-white dress, a crown decoration, white hair, and long ears appeared from the frozen time stream like a ghost.

She hovered a few inches above the ground,

Looking at Black Shaw with a cold and calm gaze, under the raised white eyebrows, what should have been beautiful eyes was a shocking yellow snake pupil.

In the frozen time, she was the only one around who was unaffected.

It's like she is the master of this time flow.

She "floated" to Blake's eyes, looked him up and down, and a second later, she said in a clear voice, like a bird chirping:

"Got you, Derek Proudmoore!"

"You shouldn't be here, time scum!"

PS:

Today I had a chat with Brother Yunfei, a veteran author of Warcraft fandom. He was very nice and I was deeply inspired after the chat. He gave me a chapter recommendation, and I also had the audacity to recommend his book "Stanso" to him. "Mu Shenhao", the writing is much better than mine, you can go and read it.