Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The major upgrades of the two professions last night brought two talents and two skills to Black.

There's nothing much to say about the skills. They are all classic skills belonging to thieves and hunters in Blake's memory.

Shadow Step allows him to jump once in the shadows without breaking stealth. It can also be used in non-stealth state, and the distance does not exceed 25 yards.

Sniping means aiming and shooting.

This is better understood.

After a short period of charging, shoot a precise and powerful bullet or arrow.

The signature skill of the shooting hunter.

Because of the Weapon Master's talent, all melee combat skill proficiency effects are treated as +1, so Shadow Step goes from beginner to proficient the moment it is obtained.

I'm still new to sniping.

But as long as you keep practicing, you will soon reach the proficiency level, and Black has already figured out that the real power of the weapon master's talent is not the +1 combat skill proficiency.

But after you practice each combat skill to the peak limited by skill proficiency, you can still get +1.

This is the scariest part about it.

Unfortunately, Blake now only knows that the proficiency level above mastery is master. As for what is above master, that is still an area that he has not yet entered.

The 'Hunting Thrill' effect is pretty good.

At noon, in a basement connected to a dark alley in Steinblade City, Blake shook off the blood on the Thrash Blade, and the blade fist clasped in his other hand was dripping with blood.

Behind him were a dozen guys holding various weapons.

This is a black market den that has just been destroyed. It is the third stop of Blake's fighting against gangs and evil today. Like the previous two stops, he did not choose to conduct a stealth assassination.

Instead, they rushed in with weapons in hand and killed them indiscriminately.

In addition to practicing his melee skills and brushing up on his increasingly proficient sneak attack skills, Blake was also using this to adapt to the two new talents he got last night.

“The talent Hunting Stimulus given by the Ranger at level 10 can increase the destructive power and speed of each blow as time goes by after entering the battle.

According to the feeling just now, the speed of chopping and stabbing can be increased by up to one-fifth, and there are also detailed movement corrections, which is equivalent to increasing the accuracy of the hit.

Very practical combat talent.

Blake thought to himself.

He looked back at the pool of blood behind him, shook his head, and walked toward the basement door.

Recently, he has been hunting more difficult orcs, and now he is suddenly replaced by humans, which makes Blake feel very relaxed. Of course, these brave and fierce gangsters and gang members are not that strong themselves.

However, the talents given by the pirate class at level 30 are a bit difficult to understand.

Blake glanced at the talent column of the character card:

Notoriety: Fear and brutality are also the weapons of pirates. Enemies will become more and more afraid of you as your reputation spreads far and wide.

The talent description is this.

But Blake didn't like this sentimental explanation.

Why do enemies fear me? Are they trembling with fear after hearing my name, or are they simply dropping their weapons and running away?

Blake kicked open the broken door and complained in his heart:

So every time I fight in the future, I have to declare my family name first? This is too shameful, huh?

Shua

There are thoughts in my mind, but my perception is still sharp.

The moment he returned to the dark alley, the assassin threw a throwing knife, which was inserted into the center of the broken wooden box there. It penetrated three points, scaring the two children hiding behind and turned around and ran away.

boom

The hook lock was thrown out, like a flying man descending from the sky, with the long hood swinging like wings, and landed lightly in front of the two children in shabby clothes.

The two little guys were so frightened that they sat down on the ground.

Quack, quack

This landing also alarmed the little fishman who was sleeping soundly in the backpack on Blake's waist. Benbolba stuck his head out and looked curiously at the two frightened human cubs in front of him.

Before the fight started last night, the little fishman was stored with Ravenholdt's logistics staff and was only returned to Black this morning.

Those bastard assassins tried to save trouble by feeding the little fishman a sleeping potion, causing it to be a little dazed now.

You all saw it?

Blake stared at the two children in front of him. They were both young, barefoot, and their clothes were in tatters and patched. They looked like they were from poor backgrounds.

They were also staring at Black. They could only see Black's eyes. Other than that, the assassin didn't show a trace of skin on his body.

When faced with the pirates' question, the two boys shook their heads crazily.

But obviously, they saw the scene of Blake rushing into the lair of those bad guys, and they probably heard the sounds of Blake fighting with those gangsters.

They hid a lot of supplies, food, clothes, drinks, etc. there, and they should have all been robbed and stolen.

Blake looked at the two children in front of him.

He pointed to the basement connected by a dark alley, and said to the two boys in a hoarse voice:

As long as you are not afraid of blood or corpses, you can move all those good things out, or you can go back and call your parents to come over and help. They will definitely be happy.

The premise is that you can't tell them about me, do you understand?

After saying that, he turned around and left.

The two children were left staring, but they reacted quickly and ran away immediately. A few minutes later, the families of the two children were gathered together.

Led by several adults armed with wooden sticks and shovels, they rushed towards the dark alley.

They walked into the basement cautiously, and there were a few exclamations from inside, but soon, their shaking parents walked out of it carrying the blood-stained wooden box.

They sent their children back to call for help, and more neighbors were found. Boxes of supplies with blood were carried out. Children stood guard on both sides of the street to spread the news.

There was joy on everyone's face, and it was as lively as if it were a festival.

This scene fell into the eyes of Blake across the street.

The assassin squatted on the chimney of a dilapidated house and carefully observed the progress of the matter.

After he destroyed three gangster strongholds and threw more than thirty souls to the soul-inducing lamp, the death curse countdown on the character card paused at 37 minutes.

But it didn't disappear.

Obviously, the underworld has not calmed down yet, and the Mad Queen is using this method to urge her soul hunters to bring more villain souls to herself.

She doesn't pick.

She wants every soul! The more the merrier!

How greedy.

Blake cursed.

He stood up in the shadows, intending to find some more villains to execute according to the information given by the local contact, but as soon as he started, the pirates stopped where they were.

He turned around and took the initiative to step out of the shadows.

More than ten meters away, Halduron Brightwing, wearing an elf chain armor and carrying a war bow, was standing up from the shadow of the eaves, standing in the sunlight, looking at him with a smile.

Xiao Er told me that you came out to relax.

Brightwing Ranger glanced at the bustling streets and alleys, which looked like a festival, and said in a gentle tone:

It's really an assassin-style 'relaxation'.

Lord Mingyi, how long have you been following me?

Blake said helplessly:

For a big shot like you, who comes from a well-known family, shouldn't you put on your gorgeous robes and chat and laugh with the local nobles? Why are you in the mood to play a stalking game?

Do you think of me as prey?

No, just out of curiosity.

Mingyi chuckled lightly, winked at Blake and said:

“As for the time it takes to track you, well, it’s longer than you think anyway.

At first, it was just out of curiosity, but later, I was eager to know what kind of heart the cold orc killer had.

do not.

Blake crossed his arms in a gesture of refusal and said:

I have no interest in exposing my soul and giving pointers to others. Lord Mingyi, the skills trained by the Far Traveler Legion should be used to kill the enemy in battle.

Your behavior is really bad, you know that?

there's no way.

Mingyi was still not irritated, and still said with a smile:

The lifespan of us elves is too long. Day after day passes, as if there is no end to eternity. Apart from war and training, we must find something to do for ourselves.

In addition to being a ranger, I also plan to be a bard or something in the future. Isn't the human thieves thing I saw today a good little chapter?

Blake Shaw.

You are a good assassin, and you are a human being with a noble soul. I have seen you helping the weak, robbing evil and giving to the poor. This does not belong to going into battle to kill the enemy.

But it's still a good thing.

He reached out and took off the war bow from his back, and smoothed his golden hair.

He said:

Do you mind if I join in and enjoy this simple fun? Also, don't call me adult, just call me Mingyi. I'm very happy to have met another human friend.

If you join, you'll be bullying them too much.

Blake pretended to think for a few seconds, shook his head and said:

But maybe you can use your powerful tracking skills to help this poor guy like me. It's like a combination, you come and I kill, perfect coordination.

By the way, I wanted to practice my fighting skills. After witnessing the legendary battle with my own eyes, I realized that only shadows could not protect me in this dangerous world.

Then come on.

Mingyi laughed and put the bow back on his back. He pointed to the east and said:

There is a group of rats having a meeting there, and they are planning to kidnap evil things. Before anyone gets hurt, Rogue Black is going to stop them.

Well, it's a good idea to use this as the opening of my poem.

What do you think?

——

With the help of a powerful ranger, Blake's relaxation journey goes more smoothly.

He was busy until the afternoon, when the setting sun shone on this small town under the snow-capped mountains, Blake climbed in from the window of the big hotel with a slight fatigue.

What a strong smell of blood.

Shore's voice sounded behind him. The guy's posture and movements were exactly the same as when he left in the morning. He was leaning there, no longer playing with the knife, but peeling an apple.

He said slowly:

At seven o'clock in the morning, the Perenold family lost a promising branch child, causing chaos in the noble area.

Then starting from 7:30 to 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the 13 recently emerged small gangs in the entire Steinblade City were eradicated one by one, from the leader to his subordinates, no one was spared.

The perpetrator was ruthless and was described by others as a ghost that brings judgment.

The number of dead people currently counted will not be less than 70. Taking into account the time you spend moving and investigating, it takes almost three minutes to kill one person, which is a good efficiency.

I'm curious, how did these local rats mess with you?

Orc killer.

They didn't mess with me, I don't even know them. Also, don't make random remarks without evidence. Our relationship has taken a step forward, but it is about reputation.

Blake took off his hood and threw it aside. He picked up a bottle of wine, opened it, and took a sip.

explain:

I heard through the grapevine that you like men, Shore, tell me that's not true.

This is changing the subject and is very blunt.

But the effect was immediate, causing Xiao Er's expression to change slightly, and he finally shut his mouth. The room was silent for a while, until a few minutes later, Xiao Er said in a bad tone:

Who spread the rumor? Who did you listen to?

A mysterious man.

Blake looked back at him, shook his glass, and said curiously:

So it's fake?

is fake!

Shore glared at Blake. He took a bite of the apple and said in a complicated tone:

Let me clarify, don't believe those nonsense rumors in the organization, I just said that I was trained by a strong grandmother since I was a child.

Do you feel that way?

A great shadow falls over you, making every breath you take feel intense pressure and every mistake punished.

Every failure will be punished.

You are so in awe of her that you instinctively distance yourself from all the women around you.

Anyway, let me emphasize it once.

My friends, I don't like men.

Do not worry.