Shadow Trails in Azeroth

In the murloc village, Black was eating bread with a sense of boredom.

However, the health bar of the character card will no longer increase when it returns to 70%.

Needless to say, it must be caused by the damn shadow curse and the accompanying weakening effect after the body was burned by dragon fire.

The former can be purified by the Holy Light.

The latter can also be restored through healing. Black is now only grateful that the orc is controlling a red dragon, not a black dragon or a blue dragon.

The five-color dragons of Azeroth have different powers.

Red dragons are the guardians of life. Their breath is both burning and healing. They could have chosen the mode of dragon breath independently, but the orcs used evil artifacts to control the red dragons.

Let them all have brains.

The dragon's breath must have been sprayed out without any control, which left the whole body of the prince who should have been melted, and also made it possible to recover from this seemingly serious injury.

But that's for later.

After throwing away the bread in his hand, Black spread his senses. The prince's body has been trained all year round. Although he has not participated in many wars, he has good blood and a thief class, and his senses are higher than ordinary people.

It was like a weak radar sweeping over the fishman village, and he felt faint light spots rolling in the mud pool next to the village.

Blake jumped into it, felt around, and finally pulled out a dagger with a corroded handle.

But after wiping away the mud, the dagger's blade still shone brightly.

I actually lost my equipment!

he exclaimed.

Holding the dagger in his hand, he waved it gracefully. He could feel a faint magic power from it, which meant that the dagger should be of high quality.

Good stuff!

Touching his forehead, he called up the character card and glanced at the equipment column.

There is now an additional entry in the slot that originally had no equipment.

Spirit Monkey's Murloc Dinner Knife: Excellent Quality. Weak Armor Breaking

COOOOL!

Blake played with the dagger, admired it, and then touched around in the mud pool. He finally touched a weathered skull, which shocked him.

He stopped thinking about getting more equipment and packed up a bag of bread and dried meat that might have gone bad, as well as a few bottles of dwarf beer in the village.

After hastily packing, he was ready to leave and continue to hunt the fishmen.

But after taking a few steps, Blake turned around. He squinted back and saw a small fish-man with blue stripes hiding beside a piece of water grass.

She stared at him curiously with her big cute eyes.

come over!

Black waved at it, startling the little fishman, and turned around to run away, but Black threw something over and a piece of bread fell at its feet.

The smell of the food made the little fish man stop. It turned back and glanced at Blake fearfully, then quietly grabbed the bread and ate it in big gulps.

It turned out that I was hungry and ran home to find something to eat.

I have a lot more here~

Black, a bad guy, deliberately opened his baggage, revealing that it was full of blackened bread and dried meat.

The little fishman's eyes suddenly lit up.

It finished the bread in its hand, and with a sense of fear and vigilance, it approached Black little by little, who squatted there, waving another piece of moldy bread in his hand.

Like tempting.

Although fishmen have language, they are obviously not very smart. These fishman cubs are even dumber, but they are full of curiosity about the world.

It approached Blake and boldly reached out to grab the bread in Blake's hand, trying to snatch it away, but Blake suddenly raised his hand and lifted the palm-sized little fish-man into the air.

It was also grabbing the bread and making squeaking noises.

Blake grabbed the limp body again and threw it into his arms.

Of course, it also got bread.

I also lost a little pet, COOL!

Blake smiled proudly, and regardless of the little fishman's struggle, he carried it and walked deeper into the swamp. As he walked, he said:

I'm going to call you Benbo Erba. I've always wanted one before, but I can't afford it for $3,500. You look just like it. It's a dream come true in another sense.

Okay, Benbolba.

After eating and drinking, let's go kill a few more fishmen together.

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Two days later, Blake finally walked out of the swamp of Palatine Bay and stepped onto a solid hill. He climbed up to a high ground and looked to the north under the setting sun.

You can vaguely see a damaged building, with a strong dwarven style, with large rocks thrown everywhere, and a few orcs camped there.

Ironbeard's Tomb.

Black, who was as thin as a real undead, narrowed his eyes, lay down, and looked at the orcs.

He recognized the destroyed cemetery.

That is where the dwarves of the nearby dwarf town of Dunmod bury their dead. It is a group of tombs deep underground. In the dwarf culture, the dead are highly respected.

This kind of desecration of the undead by orcs is absolutely unacceptable.

But at this point in time, the dwarf towns on the road to Arathi Highlands must have been occupied by orcs.

The Bronzebeard dwarves lost the entire territory of Khaz Modan and the Wetlands. No matter how angry they were, they could only be trapped in their capital, Ironforge.

Fortunately, the big city like a bunker was built to be easy to defend and difficult to attack. The orcs spent more than a year in Khaz Modan and failed to break through the city gate.

The fighting power of the muscular dwarves is no weaker than that of ordinary orcs. They also have steam tanks designed and manufactured by clever dwarves to help out.

If it weren't for the small number of fantasy creatures like dwarves, the orcs wouldn't be able to occupy Khaz Modan so easily.

Quack, quack

A clear cry came from Blake's arms. The little blue fishman poked his head out of his tattered clothes, stared down with his big eyes.

When he saw the figure of the orc, Benbolba, who was already very close to Black, immediately shrank his head.

Apparently, it had seen orcs.

And very afraid of them.

It is estimated that when the Blood Ring Orcs stationed here entered the swamp, they launched a massacre of the fishmen. It is no wonder that along the way Black has seen large-scale gatherings of fishmen villages.

“If you want to go to the Arathi Highlands where humans gather, you can either take the Saldo Bridge or take the reef coast to Faldi Bay. The advantage of the former is that it is faster, but it is guarded by orcs.

The benefit of the latter is that there are no orcs, though.

There is a group of Thornspine Naga there.

Blake rubbed his head and thought:

There seems to be an ancient elven ruin under the reef sea. The Naga clan is entrenched there. The fighting power of those soft-skinned snakes in the water is not comparable to that of the orcs.

And for spellcasters like sea witches, it would be too risky to leave from the reef sea.

He looked at the orc camp outside Ironbeard's Tomb. There were not many orcs in it, only four or five, but looking at the size of the camp, it could obviously accommodate more orcs.

So, after the orc warchief Orgrim crossed the sea, did he also mobilize the blood ring orcs in the wetland to go to Arathi to join the war?

That is to say, the number of orcs guarding here is no longer as large as before. Taking advantage of the darkness and the shadow affinity, they may be able to risk crossing the Saldo Bridge.

Blake quickly sketched out a plan in his mind. He took out the little fish man, placed it on the edge of the high ground, and left a dozen pieces of bread for it.

I patted its head and said to it:

Wait for me here. Don't run around. I'm going to test the orc's fighting power. I'll be back soon. Be good.

The little fish man tilted his head, blinked his big eyes, croaked, sat there cross-legged, grabbed some bread and ate it.

Black curled his lips, thinking that this fish man was stupid.

He slid down the high ground quietly, holding tightly the fish-man dagger with the handle wrapped in rags in his left hand, and gently pulled out a dagger from the back of his waist in his right hand.

It is also a weapon of green quality, and it is also a trophy found in the fishman village.

He took a deep breath, clenched the weapon in his hand, and tiptoed towards the orc in the shadow next to the light of the setting sun.

In the past two days, he had killed many fishmen and accumulated a lot of experience.

But there's bad news, too.

The curse of the contaminated Eye of Paris is still weakening him. The most intuitive manifestation is that the warrior class on the character card has dropped from level 7 to level 4.

He felt that the strength of his body was much weaker. In a few days, the warrior class would probably completely return to zero. Black thought about injecting the experience gained into the warrior class to save it.

But after thinking about it, he chose a safer way.

That curse brought about Shadow Affinity, which kept his thief class from being affected. So the way to maximize benefits now was to improve this.

In two days, the experience gained from killing more than a hundred fishmen was injected into the thief class by Black, raising the level from level 5 to level 8.

No skills were obtained, and no mysterious talents were obtained.

But it made his steps lighter and faster when walking in the dark, like a black cat moving silently.

He approached the orc camp little by little, hid behind a tree, and patiently waited for the opportunity.

Ten minutes later, several roars came from the orc camp, and then there were sounds of fighting, which made Black, who was hiding behind a tree, curl his lips.

These orcs have ruined their world.

In the world of Draenor on the other side of the Dark Portal, they were seduced by the demons of the Burning Legion and drank their blood.

After gaining great power, they also became more violent and war-crazed like crazy. The blood of evil energy flowed in their bodies, making them lose their minds.

Although he is brave when fighting, when he is free, he will even fight with his companions with fists and kicks.

They are hopeless.

But this was good news for Blake. Soon, the fight in the camp came to an end, and an old orc with a bruised nose and face was driven out of the camp.

He was hunched over, with blood-red lines on his face, and his left eye was blind.

This is the symbol of the Blood Ring Orcs. They worship death and have very cruel rituals. When the Blood Ring Orcs reach adulthood, they need to dig out their own eyes for sacrifice.

The old orc spat rudely in the direction of the camp, leaned on his battle ax, and reluctantly headed toward the swamp.

His stronger and more violent descendants wanted a change of taste and used their fists and kicks to persuade him, an old man, to go hunt for the first crocodile in the swamp.

whispering sound.

You really don’t care about martial ethics!

The old orc complained, grunted, and limped along with his battle ax on his shoulder as he walked around the camp and reached a blind spot.

A huddled up, extremely thin pork-bone man quietly emerged from the shadow of the big tree.

Like a monkey, he jumped behind the old orc.

The dagger in his right hand pierced the old orc's throat, and the dagger in his left hand stabbed the old orc's temple viciously. Blake had already mastered this sneak attack technique.

This method of killing fish people in wetlands has never failed before.

But the orcs.

They are orcs after all.

The moment he was attacked, the old orc dropped the battle ax in his hand, grabbed Black's wrist where he stabbed his temple, threw Black over his shoulder, and threw Black to the ground in front of him.

He wanted to roar.

But the severed neck made no sound at all.

Blake also jumped up from the ground suddenly, threw himself into the arms of the orc, and swung his left hand to block the orc's fist.

The dagger in his right hand stabbed into the orc's heart like a poisonous snake looking for food. The dagger with a weak armor-piercing dagger broke through the orc's leather armor, allowing hot blood to flow out.

One moment is not enough.

Two times, three times, four times.

The strength of the orc's fingers on the back of his neck weakened rapidly. After a few seconds, he shook his body and fell to the ground. Blake grabbed his shoulders and dragged him into the shadow of the big tree next to him.

The skull-embellished tomahawk was also dragged in.

it is a pity.

This domineering thing is just a crude weapon, not the good equipment Blake expected.

The assassination was successful.

Black hid in the shadows and quickly rushed into the swamp. The sound of the old orc falling had already been noticed by the orcs in the camp.

They rushed out and looked for the assassin, but in vain.

And ten minutes later, there was a sound from the swamp that made the orcs upset.

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

When a few irritable orcs saw a large group of murlocs rushing out from the edge of the swamp, they rushed forward with axes and hunting sticks without taking a closer look.

They could no longer bear the anger in their hearts and wanted to kill a few murlocs to vent their anger!

Blake, who had circled around a lot, took advantage of the fighting between the fishmen and the orcs to quickly rush into the camp, where an injured blood-ringed orc was lying.

When the Spare Rib Man rushed into the camp, the injured orc happened to be eye-to-eye with Black.

The next moment, the orc roared, grabbed the hand ax and was about to stand up.

But Blake was faster than him.

He rushed forward, pressed his left leg on his chest, swung his sharp blades with both hands, and chopped off his eyes.

puff

Hot blood rushed to his face.

Blooming like a blood flower.

PS: Benboerba and Benboerba are different. The former is a baby fishman, and the latter is a silly monster from Journey to the West. This is not a joke.

This is really in the game.

In addition, regarding the feedback from brothers, I have seen it and will explain why numerical values ​​are not used, but classes similar to the DND system.

In the books of the past few years, numerical settings are rarely seen, because the power system marked with numerical values ​​can easily collapse in the middle and late stages.

To give a very simple example, if the orc's strength is 10, then when the protagonist reaches level 60, what will his strength be?

Can he kill ordinary orcs instantly, just like crushing a bug, and enjoy unparalleled power in Orgrimmar, but this is not possible in the real world.

And students who have played WOW know that level 60 is just the beginning. If we use numerical values ​​to describe this system, how should we set their numerical values ​​when the Purifier and the Honest appear on the stage?

Of course, some students will also say that the numerical values ​​are simpler and clearer, and the sense of substitution is stronger.

This is indeed the case, but my ability is limited, and there is no way to guarantee that when I write a novel for the first time, I can reach 2 million words, or that the number will not be wrong when I write 3 million words.

This project is too big, and I am only a new author after all.

Moreover, Brother Lao Lu also gave me an example. When he wrote Holy Light, he used numerical values. In the later period, the power system collapsed into a mess. You don’t have to worry about this class losing its flavor, because I just adopted this framework, even the pseudo-DND It doesn’t even count.

All professions, all skills, and all equipment in the system come from Warcraft. Except for some places where they have to use themselves, the rest are just different forms of expression.

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