Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Huh? No!"

At midnight, a sense of crisis came into the tired Black Shaw's sleeping consciousness, just like a person walking in the dark who suddenly felt something moving around him.

That was the warning sent out by Prince Drake's long-trained body with keen perception.

In the darkness around us, something is approaching!

Blake immediately opened his eyes and climbed to his feet.

Just like instinct, he lowered his body, clenched his hands naturally, and made a fighting posture. Prince Drake's fighting skills kept emerging in his mind.

It's true that Blake, like the prince, has undergone rigorous training in the past.

But this is just an illusion.

After all, knowing how to do something and actually being able to do it are two different concepts.

At the same time, while Blake was observing the surroundings, he was also quickly recalling the situation of this wetland in his mind.

"This place should not be far from the Palatine Bay. It is a swamp left by the impact of sea water. The most numerous creatures in this swamp are"

"Ggggggmlr! Grm...Rmlg!! Rgmmlr! Grgrmlmlrl!"

A series of treading water sounds and squeaking noises interrupted Blake's thinking at this moment, as something approaching in the darkness appeared.

They were noisy and unsettling.

"The fish-man! The nasty fish-man!"

The name flashed in Blake's mind, and within a few seconds, five or six fishmen rushed out of the darkness and appeared in front of him.

These creatures in front of me are humanoid, with limbs, heads and bodies connected together, and dead fish eyes.

Their general height is less than one meter, and when they run, they look like a group of funny dwarfs.

But the rusty sword held in his claws, or simply the fierce shouting of waving some kind of weird thigh bone, made Blake really unable to laugh.

The bodies of these murlocs appear a dark green color with blue spots.

Most of the body has shiny and slippery scales, but there is a scaly spine on the back, and the huge bulging eyeballs on the head that are constantly closing and opening are shining with a strange light.

On both sides of their necks, there are constantly trembling gills.

The five short statures have webbed hands and feet. They roar chaotically, leap forward, and their hoarse, sharp guttural sounds convey their anger and cruelty.

This is the fish man.

Ugly guy, a magical creature born from the deep sea and spread across every inch of Azeroth.

They have their own civilization, their own language, and their own social structure, but in most cases they are cruel and barbaric.

The most important thing is that most fish people have the custom of cannibalism.

But now, the fish people who dominate the swamps have obviously found a new prey.

"Rgmmlr! Grgrmlmlrl!"

The taller fish-man in the lead, as soon as he saw Blake, swung his rusty iron sword, shook his body, and rushed towards Blake.

Blake had the urge to retreat, but the memory belonging to Drake told him that at this time, he should step forward!

Murlocs are creatures that bully the weak and fear the strong.

If the first wave of confrontation can't suppress them, Blake will be finished today!

He slapped his forehead suddenly, and the translucent character card popped out. He glanced below. After a rest, the blood bar had returned to a healthy level.

This gave Blake a boost of confidence.

"ha!"

The next second, he roared, followed the movements in his memory, lowered his waist, clenched his left fist, took a step forward, and punched the blue-gill fish man who rushed toward him.

He ignored the sword that the fishman slashed at him, as if the sharp blade didn't exist at all.

"Snapped"

The rusty sword struck Blake's waist and abdomen, causing a scar, but not much blood flowed out. While the undead curse made him weak, it also ensured that he would not lose a lot of blood.

After all, the skin is dry.

The health bar under the character card has also been shortened a bit.

The damage was not serious. These fishmen were weak and could only bully the civilians.

The biggest threat to a warrior is their disgusting and ugly face, which is like a mental shock that will make the warrior lose the idea of ​​eating.

"boom"

When the fishman's sword struck Black, his fist also hit the fishman's smooth head.

This punch is not ordinary. It comes from the special fighting skills that the Kul Tiran people have trained on ships since they were young.

Tidal Fist!

The force was strong and heavy, and he punched the fish-man's bulging eyeball. This was the first time Blake fought and he didn't know how to hold back, but this made the punch even more destructive.

It was like a soft tomato that was smashed by a punch.

As the murloc screamed, green, smelly blood spurted out like a waterfall. Black's fist hit its eye socket, and the murloc jumped up and down in pain.

Blake snatched the rusty iron sword from its claws.

Follow the feeling and wave your backhand.

"puff"

A slippery head was just lifted into Blake's hand.

"It's not too difficult."

He thought this in his heart, and saw that the leading murloc had his head cut off with a sword, and the remaining murlocs charged as if they all hit a wall.

They also stopped screaming.

They were frightened.

Blake also stopped in place. He savored the smooth movement of swinging the sword just now, and then learned the way the prince swung the sword in his memory. He turned his wrist and let the rusty sword in his hand make a sound of wind.

The blade of the sword is drooped, and the left hand is clenched into a fist.

This is the Kul Tiran military swordsmanship starting move!

The most important thing is that while hacking the fishman to death, an inaudible burning heat flowed into his body along the weapon. It was so subtle that he could hardly feel it.

But it did make Blake feel that the weakness of the curse was relieved a little.

It's like growing up.

No.

It's experience!

It’s the experience you get after killing monsters!

That's right.

That's for sure!

"Hahaha"

At this moment, Blake seemed to have picked up five million falling from the sky, and laughed heartily.

In his heart, the fear of being in another world due to his inability to control his destiny was completely eliminated in this moment.

He glanced at the murloc head in his hand again and flicked it casually. The slippery thing hit the remaining murlocs at their feet like a ball.

The dead fish eyes of the companions were emitting a strange light as they stared at them, scaring the timid fellows into retreating.

Blake, on the other hand, strode forward with his sword in hand.

There was no more fear in his heart.

There was no fear anymore. These weak fish-men in front of him were the key to becoming stronger.

"I can't let any of you go."

Black said to the fish people who couldn't understand him at all:

"If you let one go, you will attract a group. Due to my current situation, I really need strength, so I'm sorry, fishmen brothers."

"Shua"

He jumped over and chopped down a murloc with his sword, then turned around in the next moment. The rusty sword in his hand was thrown with a special technique. This was Prince Drake's fifth-level thief class, a fatal throwing skill given to him.

Black learned it quickly from his memory. The first time he used it, he was not very skillful. The long sword that was supposed to pierce the head of the escaping murloc penetrated the unlucky guy's abdomen.

Green blood burst out again.

Several other murlocs were so frightened that they turned around and ran away, but they were caught up by Blake, who was tall and long-legged. They knocked them to the ground with their feet, fists, and random mud and stones.

They're just fishmen. Any well-trained human soldier can easily kill a group of them, provided they don't let them recruit too many companions.

This skill is very important for any warrior who wants to fight fishmen!

"Well"

Six or seven murlocs were slaughtered, and the wisps of scorching power were absorbed into his body, making Black Shaw groan with pleasure. He grabbed an old machete left by the murlocs.

He grabbed the rusty sword in his right hand again.

In the dark night, he hummed a folk song that Drake remembered, recalling the skills of those thieves, and tiptoed forward in the mire.

Perhaps because of the cursed talent of Shadow Affinity, Blake could only make inaudible sounds while walking in the mire.

After a few minutes of practice, he became familiar with this silent walking mode, and even found a hint of the assassin's stealth feeling in the game.

Far ahead, he had seen a fishman village.

That's his next goal.

Now that I have experience killing monsters, I just don’t know if the equipment will explode?

And how should I allocate the experience gained from killing fish people to my three classes? And if the level continues to increase, will it bring more skills to myself?

Will he learn how to perform the Killing Feast in the future?

Will you learn how to descend from the gods?

Tsk tsk.

Happiness comes so suddenly, it's really exciting.

A few minutes later, at the edge of the small fish-man village, Black suddenly rushed out with two rusty weapons. Taking advantage of the time when the fish-man was alarmed, he slashed with both swords.

There is no structure.

But the effect of a few blind cuts was very good, and it was a sneak attack. In the moment of the battle, Black took advantage of his height advantage and chopped down three of the wet guys.

The smelly green blood was scattered everywhere, and the remaining fishmen fled away with croaking noises, but they were caught up by Black and hacked to death one by one.

That brave gesture really looked like a prince coming back to life.

However, it might be more glorious if his opponent were changed from murlocs to orcs.

But that's okay.

This group of bluegill murlocs is not a good thing. They are entrenched in the swamp of Palatine Bay. Before the invasion of the orcs, they were the biggest scourge of this wetland.

Countless travelers and caravans had been killed and looted by them, and now that Blake was killing them, it was barely an act of justice.

"Whizzing"

He threw the rusty knives and swords left and right with a deadly throwing technique, more skillfully than before. They flew out like flying knives and pinned the two escaping fishmen to the ground.

Blake shook off the green blood in his hand and made a fist-swinging motion to celebrate his victory in the first battle.

Murlocs are easy to deal with. As long as you can scare them, you've won half the battle.

But if you can't be scared

"Well, look what I found?"

After Black killed the last two fishmen, he turned back and walked a few steps toward the small village where fishmen corpses were scattered. He was surprised to find that there were still fishmen in this village.

A brood of little fishmen.

It must have just hatched.

Compared with the ugly and disgusting appearance of adult fishmen, these newborn little ones are much cuter.

His small, soft body had no sticky scales, and he had big eyes. Like a tadpole, he huddled up in fear and looked at the fish-man killer Black Shaw.

Those big eyes are almost cute.

"Well"

Blake looked at the group of little fishmen in front of him, and then at the bloody rusty knife in his hand. He curled his lips and threw the knife aside.

One by one with each hand, he grabbed the nest of little fishmen, walked outside the village, and threw them into the swampy river.

"Run, run, you little bastards."

He stamped his feet and splashed mud, which startled the little fishmen. They croaked and dived into the water, and each of them escaped by swimming breaststroke without a teacher.

"Hahaha"

Blake put his hands on his hips and smiled a few words, touched his belly again, returned to the village, and began to rummage around the village decorated with rotten wood, seaweed and shells.

These fishmen have robbed many travelers, and they should be able to find some supplies here.

A few minutes later, a cry of surprise came from the fishman village.

"Um?"

"You actually lost your equipment?"