Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Did you do something wrong and offend your grandmother? Your family relationship is really tense if she can send you here as bait.

In the dark night outside the Alterac Mountains, Black fisted the blade from the neck of a wolf cavalry that had penetrated along the battle line, and shook off the blood on the blade.

He turned around and asked Xiao, who was silently pulling out a dagger from another corpse.

The latter obviously does not have the domineering power to dominate Azeroth more than ten years later, nor has he become a talkative legend who likes men. Well, in Black's memory, Master Shore's XP is somewhat different from that of a normal man.

He is very jerky now.

Although the assassination movement jumped out from the shadows, it already had a ruthless and precise momentum that it had after many years.

Faced with Blake's inquiry.

Shore didn't answer.

He didn't seem to think the question was worth answering.

Blake shrugged and glanced forward. With the joint efforts of him and Shore, only the last two of the wolf cavalry were left, and they had already escaped more than ten meters away on the wolf.

They were going to report the news.

Warn the advancing Burning Blade clan from behind that there is an ambush here.

Whizzing

Two black-feathered arrows shot out from behind the assassin. Under Blake's admiring gaze, they knocked the two fugitives off the wolf like a heavy punch.

There were also fierce barks from the front, and the hound Desolate rushed out from its hiding place, biting off the neck of the fallen orc, and then pounced on the two war wolves with a bloody light.

The other orc died the instant he fell to the ground.

The exquisite arrows from Quel'Thalas shattered his heart from behind.

It's 5:3:2 now.

The pirate assassin whistled and said to Shore beside him:

Work harder, assassin. There are two of us and four knives, but we were outmatched by a ranger who was hiding behind and shooting arrows.

Wow

Xiao threw out a piece of fire, lit the corpse behind him, and quickly arranged the attack to disguise the attack as an encounter.

He raised his head in the darkness, glanced behind him, and gestured silently.

This means that there should be two orc vanguards infiltrating around, and they must kill these orcs before the Burning Blade Clan arrives.

Although it is a job of doing bait.

But they couldn't wait stupidly for the Burning Blade Sword Saints to jump into the encirclement. They had to be more proactive and attract the attention of the Burning Blade Beastmen.

To put it simply, you have to be able to attract hatred.

The three rookies in the eyes of the masters moved quickly in the dark night. Above their heads, there were falcons from Halduron Brightwing guiding their targets, as if the fog of war had opened.

They soon encountered a second group of orc wolf cavalry camped here. They also used Maris's assassination arrow as an ambush. Two assassins jumped out of the shadows, blood flying everywhere.

Thirty minutes later, the third and final wolf cavalry was eliminated with precision.

Blake sat by the burning fire at the back, holding a handful of dried meat in his hand and putting it in his mouth. While he was eating to regain his energy, he looked at the darkness around him.

There was no other sound except the peeling sound of burning flames.

Behind him, Nathanos was poisoning the arrows in his quiver. This behavior didn't seem very fair, but considering the nature of this ambush, using poison was also an excellent strategy.

The pirate turned his head and saw that Shaw was also quenching poison on the dagger and dagger. He shook his head, took out a small bottle from his bag, and threw it away.

Use this! The hunting poison of the Blood Ring Clan is highly toxic and takes effect very quickly. It is better than the poison of the Assassin's League. I tried it specially a few days ago.

Shore glanced at the bottle at his feet. He glanced at Blake, decisively picked up the poison and applied it to the weapon.

This is a very pragmatic guy.

They'll be here soon.

Maris's voice sounded from behind. The human ranger fed a handful of dried meat to his pet dog. He said:

According to the traces we left behind, the number of Alliance assassins who have disguised themselves as a group of assassins chasing us should be no less than five.

This is the limit of what the three of us can lure at once, lead them into the explosive minefield, and then come back again.

No.

Blake interrupted Maris's voice. He stroked the pebble-like charm hanging around his neck and said:

The task Grandma Xiaoer gave us is to lure as many Burning Blade Sword Masters away from our headquarters as possible. The more Sword Masters we lure away, the greater their success rate will be in assassinating Old Dahl at the front.

Five is not enough!

What do you think?

Xiao finally spoke for the first time. His voice was too hoarse to sound like a young man in his twenties. He took out a face covering from his arms, put it on his face, and said:

Do you have a better way to attract attention?

have.

Blake didn't hide it either. He stood up and said to the two companions beside him:

“According to Maris, we have left traces and the first wave of pursuers will come after us, and your grandmother’s estimate of our strength is very accurate.

Once those sword masters force us out of the shadows, the three of us are doomed.

But what if I tell you that I have a way to immobilize the pursuers?

Shua

Maris's eyes sharpened suddenly, and he asked briefly:

One person? Or a group of people?

group!

Blake stroked the Tide Charm and said:

“I got this thing by accident, I don’t know how to describe it to you, but since I got it, it has never let me down.

But the Sword Master is not an ordinary orc after all. I am not sure whether I can knock them out for three seconds.

But no matter whether there are five or ten coming, as long as I am not hacked to death by them in an instant, I will be sure to stun them all, at least for one second!

Just imagine, if the Burning Blade Clan loses several Juggernauts, then the second batch of people they send will only be more, and our mission will be overfulfilled.

Shock those old ladies and old men!

The pirate moved his shoulders, feeling his heart beating feverishly, and said:

And my only question is

My two friends, can you kill those immobile Juggernauts in one second? If you miss, we're all screwed.

Faced with this problem, Shore and Maris looked at each other. He stood up, threw a bag of things to Blake, and said:

This is what my grandmother gave me before I set off. It's a special flash powder mixed with some magic materials. It can mobilize shadows to cover the whole body. If you miss, use this.

good.

Blake threw the glitter powder into his magic bag and looked at the sky. A black falcon was quietly passing above their heads.

bass

Raising his blade fist, the pirate said to his companions:

They're coming!

——

It's the work of a human assassin.

At the other end of the valley, a bare-chested old orc carrying a burning blade battle flag and a two-handed sword squatted beside a pile of burnt corpses.

He looked at the traces left on the ground professionally and said to the people behind him:

The footprints are messy and represent a large number of people, but they may also be used to spread suspicion. These cunning assassins always like to play this kind of trick to confuse our sight.

But what is certain is that the assassins who attacked were all elites. Look at these wounds. They were killed in one blow and there were few fights.

He took out a broken arrow from the still-heated ashes, put it under his nostrils and smelled it.

Quenching the poison, you are really cautious. But as far as I know, the human army is not good at rangers. They prefer to use the rough muskets of the dwarves.

So, are the group of elven rangers who are rumored to have appeared in Arathi Highlands also joining this battle?

This is a trap, the probability is extremely high.

Behind the old orc, another Fire Blade Sword Master dressed very similarly to him said:

Chief, we shouldn't come here. The Thunder King clan swore to us that we will definitely gain something in Steinblade, but everything happened by coincidence.

Regardless of the news of the appearance of the human marshal.

The same letter revealed too much weirdness. To be honest, I don't trust this news confirmed by the assassins who once served the Shadow Council.

Yeah, it could be a conspiracy, but we have to come.

Chief of the Burning Blade Clan, Dahl. Triple Blood Blade threw away the broken arrow in his hand and stood up. This old orc with gray hair and white beard was stronger than other sword masters.

His waist, abdomen, chest, and arms were covered with old wounds, but they did not make him look weak. Instead, they were like medals, representing countless fierce battles in this life.

His skin is dark green.

That is the pollution caused by the evil blood surging in the body.

But this blood from the devil really brought violent power to the orcs, and also allowed the old Dahl to once again have the power to wield the war blade.

He was wearing crimson combat trousers, with a large rosary blessed by the shaman wrapped around his neck, and on his back was a tattered burning blade battle flag that had experienced countless battles like him.

Apart from this, he has no other armor defense.

For a Juggernaut, wearing armor is a cowardly move.

Moreover, even the lightest leather armor will affect their sword-swinging movements. As a sword master, they are more confident that they can dodge or block every sword strike that strikes them.

Armor is meaningless.

The warchief has gone to Quills to find new allies for the tribe. This news is estimated to have been known to the alliance by now, and their large-scale counterattack will come soon.

We have to do something to buy enough time for the Warchief.

The old sword master looked at the dark night in front of him and said in a deep voice:

If Lothar is in that city, that's great. We will give everything we have tonight to kill the human commander. This will directly push the war to the final battle.

And in this decisive battle, we have a great chance of winning.

If Lothar wasn't there, it wouldn't matter.

The human commander in the hilly areas, Gavinrad Doom, has appeared in that city. As long as we can kill him, at least in the hilly areas, we can still maintain the oppression of humans.

This is a conspiracy.

Humanity is forcing us to take action. If we do nothing, the Thunder King Clan and the Burning Blade Clan will be trapped and die in the hills during the subsequent counterattack.

We can't count on support from the Arathi Highlands at all.

Pooh!

The Blood Ring Clan is a bunch of trash! They are just as useless as the Dragonmaw clan who can only fight in the shadow of the dragon but dare not step out of the wetland!

The old chief shook his head and said to the empty darkness behind him:

Elite human assassins must have been scattered in the valley in front of me. I will personally go to deal with the human commanders and the swordsmen of the Burning Blade Clan!

I need you to buy me time.

And this group of assassins who massacred our compatriots must pay with blood! Go ahead, find them and give them an honorable death!

Buzz

No one answered the old chief's instructions.

But a gust of wind surged up in the dark night, blowing the old chief's white hair tied into a single ponytail on the back of his head, as if an invisible army had set off in the darkness.

As the subordinates following him disappeared into the darkness, the upright old chief finally sighed helplessly.

Oh, Samuro, if you are still following me, then even if I encounter misfortune tonight, I will not have any regrets. Under your leadership, the Burning Blade Clan will still not decline.

Jubel is good enough for the task, but he is too old, as old as me.

He stretched out his hand, as if touching the direction of the wind in the dark night.

With a slight tear, the black two-handed sword behind his back was held in his hand, and the old sword master's fingers gently brushed against the dark blade.

A beating, life-like flame burned on the sharp blade.

The flame lit up the old orc's eyes.

Tonight may be the last battle of the Burning Blade. Orgrim, you promised me that you would find a new place for our people to live.

For this reason, I am willing to drink the curse and wield the sword for you.

I'm not afraid of death.

But you promised me

In the night wind, Dahl, holding the flaming blade and the triple blood blade, took a step forward, and his whole body seemed to disappear into the dark night, without any trace of breath anymore.