Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The Hinterlands, Yagwatha.

This is one of the ruins left by the empire when the Amani trolls were powerful. In that era 2,800 years ago, the forest trolls in northern Xinjiang had their own empire.

They call it Amani.

The trolls believe that the entire land of Azeroth is the territory of their ancestors. They have the absolute qualifications and power to rebuild the glory of their ancestors after the collapse of the earth 10,000 years ago.

The Amani trolls of that time were proud.

Starting from their core area, they attacked the human tribes that thrived in the Arathi Highlands to the south, and the high elves who established their kingdom in Quel'Thalas to the north.

They do have the qualifications to be proud of.

The war between the north and the south started at the same time. The war was in the ascendant at the time. The human civilization and the high elves who were trapped in the same place were abandoned. Both sides were once forced into a desperate situation by the Amani Empire.

So they decisively chose to unite.

After the alliance between the human emperor Thoradin and the sun king Anasterian, the high elves and humans fought back on two fronts and cooperated with each other.

Finally, in the decisive battle at the pass of the Alterac Mountains, the first batch of human mages who had learned magic from the high elves used a swarm of spellcasting raids to kill the general of the Amani Empire, the divine warrior Sinsa.

Then the forest troll's dream of an empire was shattered.

They were unable to recover.

From then to now, it has been declining all the way and never rising again.

This afternoon, just after the dream of the troll empire was shattered, and in the ancient ruins where all the glory was completely buried in time, a hunt in the shadows was going on.

There is a team of orcs stationed here, more than fifty people.

There were an equal number of forest trolls on guard outside, but when they discovered the intruders, all four orc captains had their heads cut off.

Moreover, the cunning intruder poisoned the drinking water, leaving a group of wounded people without a chance to resist, and died from the deadly poison of the Blood Ring Clan.

The whole camp was in chaos.

Black, who was hiding in the shadows, blinked his eyes under his hood and face mask. He held a very delicate dwarf detonation device in his hand. Under the cover of a big tree, he pulled the switch.

"boom"

The dwarf mines buried around the ruins were detonated at the same time, killing seven or eight trolls in the flying fire. Inflammable materials piled deep in the camp were also ignited by the explosion flames.

In just a few minutes, the entire ruins burst into flames.

But Blake wasn't happy about it.

"Losing control is indeed the essence of dwarf technology. I planted six hidden mines, but only five exploded, and one lost control."

He threw out the hook lock in the shadow, grabbed it on the masonry of a ruin, and pulled him to the center of several orcs who were transferring supplies. The moment he emerged from the shadow, the blade fist pierced the back of the orc in front of him.

A standard and powerful sneak attack, in the shadow like black smoke wrapped around the blade, pierced the rough leather armor, causing even greater damage and blood splattering everywhere.

The heart of the strong orc was smashed into a ball of minced meat.

The other four orcs reacted immediately, waving their weapons and about to attack.

But the phantom sound of the tide rang in his ears, and the next moment he was stunned by the magic power and fell to the ground. Black drew the knife in his hand. The excitement of hunting in the fighting state made him swing the knife and dodge faster.

The title of Orc Killer, Weapon Master talent, and dual action modification double his lethality against orcs.

The second the Tide Spell took effect, the Blade Fist and Thrashing Blade were swung from both sides, a double attack, cutting off the necks of the two orcs, and then rolling along, inserting the dagger into the enemy's eyes.

He stood up at the last second, turned around, threw out the poison-quenching flying knife, and inserted it into the shoulder of the last person.

Exactly three seconds.

Perfect!

Five streams of heat poured into Black's arms, and four of them were converted into experience by him, and were dropped on the 18th-level Ranger class. Under Black's delighted gaze, the experience bar of the Ranger class rose again by a small amount.

The last soul fragment was thrown to the soul-guiding lamp on his waist, and the Hell Messenger's state was temporarily sealed. This soul could not return to Hela, so it took advantage of the weak soul in the soul-guiding lamp.

"Um?"

Blake squatted down and began to search for the loot. He asked:

"What's wrong? Little girl, is the food not to your liking?"

"I"

Sephiel wanted to respond with a complicated tone.

But she didn't need to say more, Black knew what she wanted to say, and the pirate sadly got up, finding nothing with the five orcs. He turned back into the shadows and began searching the burning ruins for his next victim.

He said:

"You are a dragon, so the diet is complicated. What? Have you never eaten humans before? Think about it on the bright side, these are not humans, they are orcs.

If you really don't want to eat it, just give it back to me, I can still use it. "

Sephiel didn't answer after all.

The pale light on the soul-inducing lamp also changed quickly, and there seemed to be the sound of swallowing and chewing coming from it, which made the bad guy Blake reveal a weird smile on his lips.

As he walked around the edge of the growing fire, Blake found three or four more orcs who were howling and trying to rescue military supplies from the flames.

There was also a strangely dressed troll in a robe helping them.

"Shua"

As the assassin stepped under his feet, his figure disappeared into the shadows. When he reappeared, he was already behind the tallest orc, and the curved blade of the Thrash Blade grazed his throat and cut into it.

The orc's eyes widened and he subconsciously covered the wound.

Black, who emerged from the broken shadow, kicked the orc in the back, knocking him down and pressing him against the troll priest who was casting a spell.

As if the shaman's spell casting was interrupted, the water element that had emerged from half of its body howled, then turned into a large stream of cold water and dissipated.

"boom"

The pirate who completed the assassination took out the musket in his arms, aimed at the orc swinging the tomahawk in front of him, took aim briefly, pulled the trigger, and activated his sniper skill.

The projectiles flying from the muzzle hit the orc's eyes accurately, and the bloody light exploded, like an invisible fist hitting the face, raising the guy's head, and the skull was opened.

The gun in his hand is no longer the dwarf shotgun with the barrel shortened. It is a dwarf handmade by Kelsey Steelspark, a dwarf who had fought alongside her again in Lordaeron. Musket.

To put it simply, the technology content is higher.

Although its appearance is no different from that of a dwarf gun, this black short gun with an exquisite flint lighter has a very powerful name.

BKP "Sparrow" short gun

Excellent quality

Weak puncture. Weak precision

Um.

Just by hearing this "different" name, you know that it is a dwarf product.

Kelsey said that she can also make more powerful special-purpose assassin guns, but she needs to go back to Gnomeregan, the technological city of the dwarves, and make them with the help of precision machine tools.

And the little dwarf still needs Blake to pay for it himself.

The research funding granted to her by the Craftsmen Council for this year has reached its limit, and Blake cannot be advanced.

So the pirate spent all the gold coins he had and ordered an assassin-style short gun from Kelsey, but it would take half a year to a year to deliver.

After all, it's still a war period, and Kelsey, who serves the alliance military, probably doesn't have that much time to do private work.

In short, every time Blake chatted with the pink-haired Kelsey Steelspark, Blake would feel a faint, weird, nostalgic feeling of familiarity.

It was as if he was not in a fantasy world of magic and swords, but in his real hometown, discussing dangerous topics with a black gun dealer.

Black killed two orcs, and the last one rushed in front of him. He grabbed the sword with both hands and chopped off his head. At this distance, he could only draw the sword and fight in close combat.

The pirate was not timid at all. He bent down and rolled. With the blessing of the standard pirate fighting skills of rogue fighting, he stood up and got close to the orc, swinging his hand and swinging a sword.

The standard of his posture would definitely make the swordsmanship instructors of the Kul Tiran Navy applaud.

Kul Tiran military swordsmanship. Master level!

"puff"

The Beating Blade was swung up, bringing out an arc of light. While the blade fist blocked the orc's double-knife slash, the orc warrior's head also spun and flew out.

At the same time, some strange scenes appeared in front of Blake's eyes. They were all scenes of him fighting the orcs, the movements of the sword swings, and the footsteps of attacking and killing people emerging from the shadows.

And the desperate counterattack that night when chasing the Burning Blade Master.

These images seem familiar.

Blake also had this experience before when he first wore the title of Orc Killer. He knew what it was and touched his forehead with his hand to call out the character card.

Sure enough, the "Orc Killer" worn on the title column had disappeared.

It was replaced by the new title "Orcs' Deadly Enemy".

"20, and then 200? Well, if you do some calculations, from the time we entered the hills to now, we have almost hunted enough of this number."

The pirate thought:

"I have already guessed that the title should be able to break through and be promoted, but if you want to go to the next level, it is estimated to be 2,000? Good guy, this is the rhythm that requires me to kill an orc clan single-handedly."

Blake, who was interrupted by the sudden episode of title upgrade, realized something fatal in the next moment.

There are enemies here!

"Wow"

Stones undulating like vines entangled at Blake's feet, abruptly interrupting the assassin's turning movement. Blake looked back and saw the hunched-over troll priest with his hands open with a grin on his face.

His body was covered in the blood of the orcs, and his hands with only six fingers had been pulled apart, and dazzling arcs of electricity were beating and shining in his hands.

Dangerous lightning bolts are ready to go.

This is not a data-based game. Every hit you take will only drop some blood. If you are hit by a lightning arrow, Blake will definitely be paralyzed in his current posture.

There are so many orcs and trolls wandering in the ruins that the result of being unable to escape into the shadows is to be chopped into pieces by the chasing enemies.

"Shua"

Something appeared in Blake's hands.

In the next moment, he was thrown out with a master-level fatal throwing technique, and whizzed towards the Troll Priest. A sarcastic smile appeared on the latter's ugly face dotted with fangs.

Such stupid humans!

Didn't you see that there was a shield formed by the power of the earth around him?

No matter how sharp the weapon is, it is impossible to penetrate his own earth shield, and his lightning arrow casting is at the end!

It only takes one strike to seriously injure him or take his life directly!

I won!

The weak orc was killed by humans, but he was a powerful troll. He would kill him and use his head to sacrifice to the great Loa.

"puff"

All the priest's reveries were cut off in the next moment.

The simple, featureless black sword that was thrown over by Blake tore into pieces as easily as paper when it hit the earth-yellow earth shield.

Then, like a hot knife inserted into butter, it pierced through the troll's chest, easily nailing him to the ground behind him. The lightning arrow that was ready to go failed to hit out in the end.

And until the moment of death, the troll priest's eyes shone with incredible light.

this knife

His strong vitality did not allow him to die immediately after being pierced through the heart. With trembling hands, he wanted to hold the sword that nailed him, but it was impossible for him to complete this action.

With a flash of shadow step, Blake appeared behind the troll, swung his blade fist, chopped off his head, then reached out to hold the handle of the black sword, and pulled it out of the corpse easily.

There is not a trace of blood on the dark blade of the legendary blade.

"Fortunately, I have this."

The pirate put the extraordinary demon-breaking legendary blade back into his bag. He stretched out his hand, slapped himself hard on the cheek, and then stepped into the shadows again.

This incident was a lesson, teaching him that he must be more focused.

This is the assassin's battle. Once the opportunity is lost, once the vigilance is relaxed, death will follow.

"You're being targeted!"

A few minutes later, Black, who was about to launch an assassination, suddenly heard Sephiel's voice. The pirate immediately asked:

"By whom?"

"Legendary Assassin Garona Harfoulson! She is nearby."