Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Don't you use that warlock's soul?

When Blake patted the scorch marks on his leather armor and walked down the stone castle, Sephiel, who had transferred to the soul stone, suddenly asked:

If you don't want it, just give it to me. I'm weak. I...

No, keep this.

Blake shook his head and said:

When Hela's envoys appear in front of me, words alone cannot 'convince' them. I have to come up with something decent to prove that I have been working hard to 'serve' the queen.

Just one warlock's soul is not enough, I need to prepare a few more.

Um.

The bronze baby dragon immediately expressed his understanding, and then continued to sleep soundly in the slightly crowded new home. When the pirates walked out of the stone castle, they saw Garona leaning against the animal pen not far away.

At her feet, there were more than a dozen orcs lying in a mess.

But they didn't die, but were knocked unconscious.

too slow.

The legendary assassin crossed his arms and shook his head and said:

You urgently need training. You cannot be the opponent of any high-level warlock in the Shadow Council now. I hope you grow up fast enough.

Let's go.

Hold on.

Black squatted down, drew out the Thrash Blade, and stabbed each of the unconscious orcs. In a blink of an eye, a dozen of them gained experience, and then they were all thrown into the ranger class.

Let the ranger class jump from level 17 to level 18.

As for the assassin's level 30 experience stripe, it didn't move at all, still stuck at the 99% mark.

The experience gained from assassinating the legendary sword master allowed the pirate class to break through. After level 30, the experience bar of the pirate class seemed to be locked.

If you can't inject experience into it, you can only continue to upgrade the ranger class.

It's not just a day or two since Blake got this character card. He has been studying this issue recently. He has a deep understanding that the level of a job is not just a manifestation of strength after digitization.

It also represents the understanding of the corresponding profession and the degree of manipulation of the corresponding power.

As Garona pointed out just now, Blake's foundation as an assassin is too poor, and his manipulation and use of the power of shadow has reached a novice's bottleneck.

It's like being locked into levels.

If he wants to continue to quickly upgrade with the experience gained from hunting, he must first complete the basic courses he missed before so that he can learn more about the secrets of shadows.

I originally planned to go to Ravenholdt Manor to make up lessons after I had some free time.

But now, with the personal guidance of Garona, the legendary assassin, he is naturally willing to accept it.

After Black executed the last orc, the legendary assassin stepped into the shadows. The pirate moved his shoulders, pulled up his hood, and followed Garona away.

There was no point in continuing to stay in the Hinterlands.

The pirate has made up his mind to go to the next node. Before leaving, he has to go back to Wildhammer Castle to replenish supplies. On the other hand, he also needs to rent a griffon as a means of transportation.

That afternoon, as the gryphon took off from the large platform of Wildhammer Castle, Black, who was sitting in the saddle, looked back behind him, where Major Fairbanks was waving goodbye to him with his arm hanging.

Black in the wind also raised his hand and returned the farewell salute to the enthusiastic major.

He is about to embark on a career that truly belongs to him,

From today on, after the appearance of the Hinterland, the name Orc Killer should not appear in the official field of vision for a long time.

Blake wants to keep a low profile and lurk in his destiny.

As Ms. Pasonia said at the beginning, as an assassin, it is not good to be too famous.

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In fact, in the orc civilization, hybrids are not uncommon.

Not every mixed race is looked down upon.

For example, Blake knew that there was a special being in the orc clan called Moknasa, and that clan was all a mixture of orcs and ogres.

But its reputation among many clans is very loud.

The strength and wildness of the warriors of Mok'Nathal are respected by many orcs.

Only in recent decades, hybrids of orcs and draenei such as Garona and Lantrisso have been regarded as a shame by the increasingly violent green-skinned orcs.

The Draenei who lived with the orcs in the world of Draenor have been slaughtered by the orcs who drank the blood of demons, leaving only a few remnants.

The orcs, whose brains were burned out by power and fell into the desire for destruction, did not put the draenei on the same level as them. They regarded them as cowards, inferior races and tools for venting their desires.

This is also how Harvard Olsen like Garona and Lantrexo were born.

The reason why Black is thinking this way is because he and Garona were the first targets of his Assassin Training after returning to the hills three days ago.

He just walked into a Moknasa clan's stronghold near Nanhai Town alone.

These half-orc, half-ogre warriors are the bravest, most cunning, and most terrifying hunters among the orcs. The orcs of the Blood Ring Clan who are also famous for hunting do not even dare to fart in front of them.

If the Mok'Nathal orcs weren't withdrawn and their numbers were too small, there would be nothing wrong with the Bleeding Ring Clan.

It is precisely because these half-orcs have keen senses that they were chosen as Blake's first challenge. Garona asked him to sneak into the Mok'Nathal camp without any equipment, especially the tidal charm.

He wanted to steal something from every half-orc wilderness hunter.

The legendary assassin only gave Black two days to complete the task. If he couldn't do it, Garona would abandon him and go to Southsea Town.

Their time was running out, as Gul'dan could betray the Horde at any moment.

Although Black knew that Gul'dan and the Shadow Council would definitely abandon the Warchief and stab Orgrim in the back, he was not sure on the specific day when this betrayal would occur.

Moreover, Blake really has no time to think about this issue now, because these Mok'Natha orcs are really too damn difficult to deal with!

Whoosh

A burning illumination arrow flew into the sky in the dark night, and with a wolf howl, within a few seconds, a dozen other illumination bombs also shot into the sky.

The orc camp, located east of Nanhai Town and on the edge of the river, was assembled in almost ten seconds.

A large number of tall orc hunters wearing animal skin hats rushed out of the tent and bunker with their wolf warriors. Under the scoldings of several warlords, they divided into several teams and inspected the surrounding area of ​​the camp.

Those domesticated and extremely elite black wolves sniffed the ground like hounds, and no clues could escape their sense of smell.

The tall and brave hunters of the Moknasa clan, armed with double axes, vigilantly searched for traces of the damn infiltrator under the guidance of flare tactics.

In the past two days, a lot of things were lost in the camp.

Each hunter lost something of his own, although no one was injured, and there wasn't even an attack.

But throw something

This nasty joke was like a slap on the face of these orcs, who were known for their keen perception, and made them feel humiliated.

They have vowed to find the thief and cut him into pieces!

No matter he is a human, an orc, or something else!

It's just a little bit worse.

On a big tree outside the camp, Blake, hiding in the shadows, crouched on the edge of a branch, reaching out to wipe the non-existent sweat in a playful manner.

Just now, he completed the first stage of his assassin training.

He had stolen the token of the Mok'Natha orc warlord. It was very difficult to do this. The warlord was a rare coward among the Mok'Natha orcs.

There are more than four guards protecting him at all times.

But Blake lurked for two days and finally found a fleeting opportunity.

He did it.

And in order to celebrate his completion of training and the proficiency of his stealing skills from beginner to proficient in two days, Blake easily killed the guy after stealing the warlord's token.

Using iron coils and fists, combined with the dual blessing of the orc's mortal enemy title and weapon master talent, he strangled the guy who was four heads taller than him in the toilet and whose arms were thicker than his thighs.

It is precisely because of this that this little commotion has occurred.

However, this token is a bit interesting.

In the shadows, Blake picked up the last thing he had stolen and put it in front of his eyes to admire. It was a rough ornament with a very orcish style.

A war wolf's fang.

It's not exquisitely made, and it doesn't have any magical effects, but its name is very interesting:

Ha LS’s regret. Ordinary quality

An ordinary piece of equipment without any entries, no, it is not even considered equipment. If you pick up this surprisingly large wolf tooth on the roadside, throwing it away is the best option.

Huh?

The pirate rubbed his chin, recalling the name.

A few seconds later, a gleam of light appeared in the eyes in the center of his long hood and face mask. He grabbed the unsurprising wolf fang in his hand, rubbed it a few times, and then put it into the third small magic bag on his waist. middle.

That luggage is where important items are stored.

It'll definitely come in handy, if only I can meet that guy in the future!

Blake rubbed his hands and looked at the chaotic camp not far away. He stood up in the shadows, threw out the hook lock with a slightly more delicate movement than before, and crossed the night sky like Tarzan, rushing towards the river bank. .

Ten minutes later, he returned to the temporary camp on the other side of the river.

I finished.

Blake emerged from the shadows and said to the empty camp:

What's the next stage?

kill.

Garona's voice sounded from the shadows, and she said without any emotion:

You have proven that you can take away the tokens of the Moknasa warriors without alerting them. Then, next, you will try to take their lives quietly in the shadows.

Blake's weapon was thrown out of the night, and the legendary assassin continued:

But the requirement is that it cannot be discovered! In the continuous assassination, as long as it is discovered once, it will start from the beginning.

You can't attack head-on. Your shadow affinity is very high. You can complete multiple silent assassinations without breaking the shadow.

But your habits are bad.

I don't know who trained you, but he or she is obviously a third-rate assassin who doesn't know how to teach you to suppress your excessive desire to attack.

You have to remember that you are an assassin, not a warrior!

If it is not necessary, frontal violence should always be used as a last resort among all your options.

You have to learn to act continuously in the shadow, you can't just use it passively, you have to learn to distinguish the flow of shadow, and let yourself go with it.

Hold on!

Blake, who was listening carefully, suddenly stretched out his hand and interrupted Garona's explanation. He glanced in the direction of the coast and then at the soul-inducing lamp on his waist.

The pale light became active at this moment, burning like a flame.

Moreover, the night wind beside the river also became thick and cold at this moment, as if a gloomy mist was quietly dispersing.

They are here, carrying the wrath of Hela, to judge me, a colleague who has 'neglected his duty'.

Blake picked up the soul lantern and pulled his hood.

He said to the shadow in front of him:

I'm going to meet them and report my recent 'work results' to the Crazy Queen's envoy. Just wait for me here and don't follow me unless you, madam, are impatient.

Of course, I know you will follow.

So try to be as low-key as possible.