Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Very good, it seems you understand.

In the candle-lit room, Blake chuckled and said to Oridon in front of him in a playful tone:

Give me his information, and prepare the reward, which cannot be worse than this set of armor.

I'll get ready right away!

O'riden felt as if he had drank ten cans of Red Bull at this moment. His face was flushed and he looked happy. He said goodbye to Black and left in a hurry.

“It’s true that good things come in pairs.”

Blake closed the door and quickly put on a set of Mason Brotherhood armor.

Finally, it was no longer the mix and match style. A set of black armor with a similar style was soft and tight against his body, making him feel comfortable and easy to move.

He picked up the Blade Fist and scratched Rian Xiu's breastplate hard, leaving only a white mark. This kind of protective power made Black extremely satisfied.

I don’t know what material this leather armor is made of, but after the master tanned it, it was so tough that even a sharp ordinary knife could not pierce it.

Even an orc's battle axe.

As long as it is not hit from the front, Blake's body will not be hurt.

Moreover, after putting on a suit, the health bar in the character card expanded by about one-fifth visible to the naked eye, and the endurance enhancement effect was significant.

Coupled with other messy entries, Blake's most intuitive feeling is that his reaction, speed, agility, and strength have been greatly improved.

This is much better than the random combination of parts before.

Awesome.

He praised it, and happily threw a fruit to the little fishman who was playing diving in the bucket. The latter jumped out of the water and caught it in his hand like a dolphin.

Croaking, extremely happy.

Ha ha

The pirate assassin laughed and lay on the bed, ready to think about his next move.

But as soon as I lay down, I realized something was wrong.

There's something under the pillow!

He jumped up vigilantly, whipped out a dagger and knocked the pillow away, revealing a black rolled scroll at the head of the bed.

There is a symbol of a dagger emerging from the darkness.

The moment he saw the sign, Blake narrowed his eyes.

Ravenholdt, I know that the League of Assassins cannot hide from your eyes when operating in Northern Xinjiang. So, is this an invitation?

This way of sending invitations is really like a shadow walker.

Blake was not surprised by the invitation.

Because in this world, in the human kingdom, as long as anyone has a little knowledge of the assassin business, it is impossible not to have heard of the name Ravenholde Manor.

Of course, the name is just a disguise.

The true meaning of their organization should be something like the Assassin's League, which has an ancient heritage. It is said that the Assassin's League already took shape before Emperor Thoradin unified the human clans 2,800 years ago.

Their first great success was when Emperor Thoradin and the high elves united to deal with the forest trolls.

The predecessors of the assassins from 2,800 years ago, in the jungle north of the Arathi Highlands, armed with daggers and short swords, fought in the darkness with the troll headhunters and assassins with more ancient inheritance.

At first, they were no match for the Troll Headhunters and were beaten to the point of collapse. Later, it was said that they were trained by the esoteric assassins of the High Elf Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, which allowed them to regain their strength.

As humans and elves united to defeat the Amani Empire of the forest trolls and almost extinguished the fire of their civilization, the Assassin's Alliance also completed its initial transformation.

Instead of accepting glory in the sun, they retreated into the shadows.

And it has been operating in the shadows ever since.

In this era, it is no exaggeration to say that in the entire Eastern Kingdom, from Lordaeron in the north to the Kingdom of Stormwind in the south, which has been destroyed by the orcs, there are assassins from the League of Assassins operating in every human town.

Out of every ten criminal activities in the entire human civilization, at least six are related to the League of Assassins.

It's a real behemoth.

They are hidden in human civilization, growing and coexisting with it. Until now, they are inseparable and it is difficult to distinguish each other.

The history of the League of Assassins is the history of human civilization.

On the battlefield in Northern Xinjiang, the reason why Marshal Lothar was always one step ahead of the orcs and made various wonderful strategic arrangements was not only because of the Marshal's own extremely high strategic vision, but also because of the excellent intelligence of the Assassin Alliance. Work.

Although Ravenholdt Manor has always claimed that they are only loyal to commissions.

This article was even written into the six-article code of the Assassin's League, but it is obvious that in the face of a decisive battle between human civilization and the orcs, the Assassin's League still maintained its original loyalty.

They are firmly on the side of humanity.

From the silverpine forests of Gilneas to the troll lands of the Hinterlands.

From Tarren Mill, where war is about to begin, to the ruins of Stormwind City, which has become an occupied zone.

In every part of this continent, there are assassins from the League of Assassins working for the Human Alliance, and the resources they can use are almost unlimited.

And the victories they can achieve are almost unlimited.

With this background and this situation, after Black had already obtained the title of Orc Killer and proved his potential as an assassin, if Ravenholdt hadn't noticed him yet.

If you don't plan to recruit him into the organization, that would be surprising.

In fact, Black suspected that Ravenholdt's invitation was delayed until now, probably because the bronze dragon was causing trouble.

Miss Long definitely doesn't want Black, a remnant of time, to be associated with the hated Ravenholdt Manor.

With the protection of those shadow assassins, it would be much more difficult for even a young bronze dragon to cause trouble for Black.

But joining you is not all a good thing.

Blake curled his lips, used the black Mason Brotherhood gauntlet, picked up the invitation, put it under his nose and smelled it. There was no peculiar smell, and there was no poison warning in the status bar.

It seems to be an ordinary invitation letter.

But just because the invitation letter is ordinary, it doesn’t mean that the meaning behind it is ordinary.

Those assassins could quietly place the invitation under Blake's pillow, which meant that they could also steal Blake's head quietly.

There must be some of their people in Durnholde Castle.

whispering sound

The pirate didn't open the invitation at all, and threw the thing into the fireplace. He straightened his clothes, turned to the little fishman playing in the bucket and said:

Looking at home, I'll go out for a walk.

Quack

Amid Benbolba's screams, Blake opened the window, jumped into the shadows, threw out the rope and slid down the nearly 100-meter gap between the castle and the lower city.

He didn't need any experience in identifying assassins to find assassins' spies hidden in the huge castle.

That's not necessary!

Ten seconds later, Blake landed on a residential house in the night, followed the window, and threw three detections at a family who was preparing dinner.

No, next household.

The pirate in the shadow, like a black cat, jumped lightly along the eaves, came to the window of the next house, and threw three more scouts out.

Still not, next household.

Ten minutes later, Blake jumped out from the shadows behind the tavern, controlling the power with Werther's leg in his hand, and hit a drunkard on the head with a stick.

The guy was knocked unconscious by a sap, his eyes turned white, and he was dragged into the grass by Blake.

And so on.

When midnight came, sixteen guys who were stripped naked like pigs, tied up with ropes, and stuffed with linen in their mouths, were neatly stuffed into a place one mile away from the outside of the castle, which was abandoned due to the war. in the village warehouse.

I know what you're going to say.

Blake, who had changed into new equipment, changed himself into a black face covering in order to ensure the uniformity of his clothing. The Mason Brotherhood armor did not have a hood, so he added a long black hood to himself.

It is draped behind you like a cloak.

He crossed his arms, looked at the group of frightened guys in front of him, and said hoarsely:

I also know that there are seventeen of you, and I let one go on purpose. I wanted to see how efficient the legendary Assassin's League can be.

Besides, I found a lot of bottles and jars on you.

The pirate pointed maliciously at the dozen bottles of liquids of different colors placed on the broken table in his hand. He said to the tied up Assassin League spies in front of him:

I don't know their effect, but I am very curious about the secret toxicology of the Assassin's League, so I plan to try the effect on you.

guys.

I hope your backend responds quickly enough.

He picked up a bottle of gray liquid, opened the lid, walked towards a thin guy, and said:

Originally, we are all shadow walkers, and now we have to fight the orcs together. We should talk to each other if we have anything to say, but in the end, we have to play this mysterious game with me.

You want to arrange some kind of damn initiation trial for me?

Are you trying to give me a showdown, or are you trying to test my potential as an 'orc killer'? I'm in a good mood today, so let's play.

——

Three hours later, Blake, who was dozing with his arms folded and leaning against the outside of the abandoned warehouse, was suddenly awakened by a flash of red light at the end of his sight.

He opened his eyes and looked towards the end of the dead midnight. In the darkness that was clearly beyond his sight, there was a dim red beacon moving.

It was a circle of light that only Blake could see.

It comes from the first active skill given to the ranger after reaching level 5.

Hunter's Mark!

He is the most skilled hunter, a technique that can focus all his energy on the prey during boring hunting, which is like a certain imprint of his mind.

After being marked with the hunter's mark, as long as the prey appears within Blake's sight, no matter where he is hiding or whether he is sneaking, he will be clearly seen.

But now it’s just a junior hunter’s mark, and it’s not expected to last too long.

At present, three hours is definitely available.

Here we come.

Blake sneered, took out the dwarf shotgun with the barrel shortened from his arms, took out a special bullet from his bag, stuffed it into the gun chamber, and waited patiently in the shadows.

When the mark was about twenty meters away from him, he grabbed the musket and pulled the trigger toward the sky.

boom

With a muffled sound, the projectile flew into the air, and like a ignited flame, it instantly released a bright light, illuminating everything around it clearly.

This thing is called a flare.

It is one of several hunter gadgets that Greif Crazyheart taught Black. It is not considered a skill, it is just a way to make special projectiles.

It contains gunpowder specially made by the dwarves, which is almost harmless.

But after flying out, it will shine brightly and dispel the shadows.

The mysterious dwarf also specifically told Black that there are skills in making flares. Skilled hunters will add different materials to enhance the power of the flares.

But this is something Blake needs to learn on his own.

The basic flares used now can only dispel the most common shadows, and are of no use to the high-level assassin's shadow clothing, but it is enough!

The moment the flare shined brightly, several sneaking assassins were driven away from the shadows.

They looked confused, but reacted very quickly. They each drew their weapons and prepared to fight. The light of this thing caught them off guard, but with the blessing of the intermediate shadow affinity, Black did not break the submarine.

He threw out the hook lock and wrapped it around the nearest assassin. The moment he pulled him down, he also flew out. He swung the Werther's leg in his hand and hit the other assassin on the back of the head with the stick.

In the black smoke of the shattered Shadow Clothes, Blake was filled with murderous intent, without holding a bladed fist in his left hand.

It was just a demonstration after all.

There is no need to really cause trouble.

So he changed to a wooden stick similar to Werther's leg, raised his hands, and started beating the assassin in front of him.

What shadow attacks, pirate fighting skills, and military swordsmanship were used all at once. He didn't look like an assassin at all, but more like a berserker holding two swords. He beat the low-level assassins and fled.

He even chased them and beat them.

It wasn't until two minutes later, when the last low-level Ravenholdt assassin with a bruised nose and face fell to the ground, holding his head and shivering, that Black dropped the wooden stick in his hand.

He moved his shoulders comfortably and looked behind him.

He said to the empty night:

Have I, the great man of Ravenholdt, passed the test?