Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Charge, kill!"

For at least the past eight hundred years, the Broken Shore has been a barren land. Of course, this mysterious sea is not without indigenous inhabitants, but the place where they are located is quite far away from the Broken Shore.

Moreover, just because they are "locals", they never come to this ghost place.

But tonight, the peace of more than 800 years was completely disturbed. Gul'dan dared to lead a group of diehards into the tomb of the dark god who finally unlocked the seal.

On the back foot, there was a group of young, brutal, and crazy orcs, led by their two equally young chiefs, swarming over from the coast.

The orcs of the Ravager clan had just gone through a naval battle two days ago, and everyone was injured. Their defenses on the coast were overwhelmed by the violent group of fellow clansmen.

Those who come here have no moral ethics at all.

They don't give these orcs a chance to beg for mercy at all, armed with various weapons, they kill everyone they see!

If it weren't for the ogres from the Twilight's Hammer clan coming up from behind, the Ravager clan would have been defeated head-on in this wave.

The situation on the entire beach quickly became chaotic, and the shouts of killing were loud.

But on the broken bridge leading to the Tomb of the Gods, the center of the temporary camp belonging to the Shadow Council, there was still silence.

There is no one here.

At least there seems to be no one there.

Just now, a young chief from the Black-Toothed Grinning Clan rushed in with a group of orcs and passed the place unharmed. This made Blake, who was wandering nearby, have a question mark in his mind.

Could it be that the mysterious assassin Garona was talking about was not here at all?

Did he follow Gul'dan into the Tomb of the Gods?

Blake was determined to give it a try.

But the vigilance in his heart told him not to do this.

This time it was against a powerful colleague walking in the shadows. Once he was discovered, perhaps in that guy's first attack, Blake would lose his life.

"You can't do this!"

Sephiel in the soul stone said to Black waiting in the shadow:

"You can't compete with him on who has more patience. He doesn't have time issues, but you do. Gul'dan has been in the Tomb of the Gods for nearly half an hour.

If you wait any longer, Garona will be afraid of something happening."

"Be quiet."

Blake interrupted Seifer's speech. He looked around at the quiet surroundings. The war in the distance made the place seem even quieter. He said softly:

"Garona will gain what she wants to see, as long as she is patient. I am not wasting time, I am looking for opportunities."

"You can't find it."

Seifer retorted:

"The assassin in front of you has lived longer than you, has more experience than you, and has killed many more people than you. He trained Garona. Why would you think that such an assassin would expose his weaknesses in front of you? ?

You feel like you're hunting him.

Maybe he had the same idea.

You wanted to use the pair of orcs from the Black-Toothed Smiling Clan as bait, but you also saw that he didn't care about those outsiders at all, so your plan failed.

He only focuses on his goals.

He knows that someone will come to snatch the Master Orb, and that person is you.

This is a duel between you assassins.

But you can't hide in the shadows and be cowards. Someone has to stand up first.

Blake, you are too cautious, which is often an advantage, but not now! This is your shadow trial. Do you know the meaning of the word ‘trial’?

You can't find him in the shadows.

You have to show up and lure him out.

The weak defeat the strong, this is the meaning of the trial. "

The pirate didn't answer.

There was sweat in his hands holding the Thrashing Blade. After a few seconds of hesitation, he said:

"I didn't find him, and he didn't jump out to kill me now, which shows that the shadow loves him almost as much as that bitch loves me.

Have you forgotten the tactic we talked about before? "

"Are you talking about that damn tactic of going to see Hela if you lose?"

Sephiel said quietly:

"Of course I haven't forgotten, and I don't want you to die here."

"Wow, Sephiel, this is the warmest thing you said to me after you, the annoying and stupid bronze dragon, was killed by me."

Blake grinned in the shadows.

He took a deep breath, threw out the hook in the shadow, jumped into the camp, and landed without a sound. There was no one here, but the moment he landed, the pirate felt a gathering of shadow power.

Just ahead!

He raised his head and saw the magic box under the blanket in the tent in front of him. It was black, with the logo of the Shadow Council painted on it, and a keyhole on it.

Requires key to open.

Judging from Garona's description and the concentration of its shadows, it is undoubtedly the Domination Orb.

"He is very confident."

The pirate flexed his wrist and tiptoed towards the tent, maximizing his senses all the way, but the shadows around him remained calm, as if there was no one hiding in them at all.

"I hate this trial! I hate proving my qualifications to continue to hold something I already own, but if that's the rule."

Blake straightened up in the shadows.

He reached out and clasped the clan-style pendant hanging around his neck.

It was the talisman of the Breaker, and the warlock magic solidified on it. The flames of hell were activated in the next moment, and balls of scorching red flames surged out from Blake's body.

The flames continued to radiate outward like a shock wave, and the range was limited to nearly ten meters around Blake. The rolling flames ignited the two surrounding tents in an instant.

The moment the magic power gathered, the shadow suit around Blake was shattered, and he was completely exposed to the night.

The flames hit the ground, causing anxiety, but did not force the hidden assassins around to come out of the shadows. This proved that the guy was indeed not in the camp!

Then he is here.

"Whoosh"

A scream as sharp as a spinning blade sounded three meters above Blake's head. Shadows gathered and black smoke ripped apart, and a guy wearing a weird leather hat appeared from the air.

Head down, feet up.

Like a hunting raven, he holds two obscure daggers, and the sharp blades turned into shadows rotate and emerge in the broken shadows around him.

With the degree of interlacing of the sharp blades, as long as he came into contact with Blake, he would be instantly cut into a pile of minced meat.

Assassin combat skills. Death falls from the sky!

Don't mind the name.

Although the assassins walking on the Shadow Road are low-key in nature, who doesn't have a heart to show off?

Besides, such a cool high-level combat skill really needs an equally domineering name.

Garona knows this, and is very skilled at it.

Unfortunately, Blake hasn't learned that yet.

There was no trace of contempt in the old orc assassin's heart. His attack was a killing move, which represented his caution. He also had enough confidence that the human in front of him would definitely not be able to dodge this full-force surprise attack.

Indeed, under normal circumstances, this distance and this speed would leave Blake less than a second to react.

However, he also has his own "stunts".

"Ouch"

A strange roar rose from the human pirate.

The old orc had a bad feeling, but it was too late to jump into the shadows again.

He could only see a miniature version of the dragon rushing out from Blake's chest, spinning and hitting him.

A coldness instantly shattered the shadows surrounding the old assassin, like a layer of hoarfrost on his soul, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

The body that should have fallen nimbly also became stiff.

To make matters worse, the lamb to be slaughtered below also tore off his disguise at this moment, tapped his toes, and disappeared from the spot, stepping into the shadows and appearing behind him before he landed.

The poison-coated blade fist and the thrash blade crisscrossed and brought up a black line. While slightly correcting their movements, they slashed at the old orc's neck with a shadow attack technique.

"clang"

Sparks intersected, and Blake felt the weapon hit something like a neck brace. The movement was hindered, turning the cutting into a slash, and making the old orc fall faster.

The next moment, the two entangled figures fell to the ground.

The dagger and the blade fist went back and forth, raising sparks, and the dagger followed the feeling and stabbed into the old orc's eyes, but the latter raised his elbow and deflected the attack.

In less than two seconds, the two attacked back and forth more than seven times.

No, seven times for Blake.

For an old orc, it should be at least ten times!

Blake could confirm that he had blocked at least three attacks, but at the point where the dagger touched the armor, he felt two extremely fast combos.

There's something wrong with this old orc's two daggers! It is definitely a high-end magic weapon with combo entries!

"puff"

Blood flashed under Blake's black leather armor. A hole was punctured in the tough Mason Brotherhood armor, and the old orc's dagger left a wound on his waist and abdomen.

The moment blood spurted out, Blake's waist completely lost feeling.

numbness.

The weapon is poisoned

But it shouldn't be a fatal poison, and it's different from the poison Black applied to the weapon. In front of him, there were scratches on the old orc's neck.

Although the previous first assassination blow was blocked by the neck guard, it still cut through the skin. The blood ring toxin was destroying the old orc's body, which could be seen from the protruding veins on his neck.

In the burning flames of the camp, two assassins held weapons and looked at each other.

The old orc with the weird leather hat took a step back, and his figure quietly disappeared into the shadows.

Black inserted the Thrash Blade back into his waist, pulled out the Sparrow Pistol from his arms, put his finger on the trigger, and stood it at his side, with the Blade Fist in his other hand protecting him.

The shadows around him had not subsided yet, and he could not escape into stealth. The old orc felt this, so he planned to jump into the shadows and carry out another assassination.

Blake didn't notice him.

Therefore, he was confident that by breaking out of the shadow this time, he could take away Blake's life!

"call"

The pirate moved cautiously in the fire, looking around with alert eyes. He seemed not to notice the old assassin who had returned to the shadows.

But the sniper skill is charging up.

One second, two seconds, until five seconds later, the moment when the charge is completed.

Black, who had always acted like he couldn't notice where the old orc was, blinked his eyes, rotated his wrist, and pointed the muzzle forward at the obvious and dazzling hunter's mark not far away.

Without hesitation, pull the trigger.

After five seconds of charging, the sniper combat skill proficiency is regarded as +1.

When the hunter's mark is marked, the proficiency of long-range combat skills is regarded as +1.

The current level of sniper skill is proficiency. After proficiency +2, the power of this sniper attack will explode, breaking through the master level and reaching the grand master level.

The most terrible thing is that the distance between the two of them is no more than five meters, and they are almost facing each other!

"Bazinga!!"

Amidst Blake's weird cheers, the projectile flew out of the gun barrel and instantly hit the old orc who had a look of shock on his face and had just drank the antidote potion.

Blood burst out from his left arm.

It produced a penetrating blasting effect.

While breaking off his left hand, it also shattered his protective shadow.

"You are just an assassin, and I am not only an assassin, but also a ranger. After you show up once, in my eyes, you will be invisible."

The pirate took back the short gun that was still emitting smoke, inserted a special bullet, raised his hand and shot it into the sky. A bright and dazzling flare lit up above his head, completely dispersing the surrounding shadows.

Black threw the short spear back into his bag, grabbed the Thrashing Blade, and performed a master-level military swordsmanship stance. In the light emanating from all around, he said to the old orc assassin who was staggering back:

"Sorry, this is not a fair fight. I did bully you a bit. But I think the power of shadow should not just let us hide in it and be a coward who seizes the opportunity.

After breaking out of the shadow, the assassin's battle has just begun. Without the protection of the shadow, it does not mean that we have become weaker. When it is time to fight, we will not be weaker than the warriors who are eager for victory!

Come!

With your life, or my blood! Help me complete this trial. "