Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 27 26. Into the Dragon's Mouth

   The next morning.

  Because of the night's rest, the refreshed Blake opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, and disarmed a few simple traps by the bed.

   As an assassin, even "self-taught".

   He also knew that falling asleep was the most vulnerable state and needed more protection. The construction skills of these traps were learned from the mysterious dwarf Greif Madheart.

   is simple.

   But also practical.

   He pushed open the door, only to see Oriden Perenold walking over. This guy was dressed in casual clothes with a smug look on his face.

   He came over, bent slightly to Blake, and whispered:

   "Master, did you sleep comfortably last night?"

   "Well, I'm satisfied."

  Black replied in a hoarse voice. He looked left and right, and winked at Oriden, who hurriedly followed. In the corner of the corridor, he said to Oriden:

   "I have some 'things' that are inconvenient to carry. Maybe you, a sergeant with extensive connections in the castle, can help me."

   said, and the magic bag was opened.

  The head of an orc fell at the feet of Oriden, making the young sergeant's eyes shine. Seeing his reaction, the sly pirate laughed and said:

   "I have more here"

   The head of the orcs hunted in the past few days was thrown out in the next moment, and a small Jingguan was placed at the foot of Oridon.

   The latter's breathing immediately became rapid.

   So many heads!

   worthy of being an orc killer.

   How much military merit can these orc heads be exchanged for!

   "Master, please rest assured! You are a guest of the mentor."

  Oridon's body was shaking, suppressing his inner excitement, patted his chest and said to Blake:

   "I will do my best to meet all your requirements, this is what I have to do, whether it is money or other enjoyment, I will do my best.

   Just don’t know, what do you need? "

  "I need some equipment, leather armor that is easy to move, good weapons, or magic luggage, etc., but they must be of good quality.

  Don't fool me with defective products. "

  Black hugged the restless little murloc and said:

   "I suggest you don't take them all out at once, the major is planning a war against the orcs, and these things are rotting very slowly in the magic bag.

  You have enough time to plan carefully, don’t rush, you have to be more careful and don’t get caught by others. "

   With due caution as a shadow walker, he warned:

   "If you let me get involved in the trouble you've caused, I'll teach you a little 'little' lesson."

   "Yes, Master."

  Oridon was immediately awe-inspiring, and he politely responded:

   "Thank you for your reminder, although my family is down, there are still some treasures, I will get them as soon as possible, and I will definitely make you satisfied.

  Also, the major invites you to his office to discuss plans to launch a counterattack against the nearby orc clan. "

   "Well, at the right time, I'll visit the major."

  Black glanced at the status bar of the character card.

He says:

   "Now, I'm going to hunt a few orcs as a pre-dinner exercise."

   After finishing speaking, in front of Oridon, he took a step forward, walked into the shadows, and disappeared silently.

   But he wasn't hunting orcs.

  He went to little Taretha, the sensible girl, who was at home in the lower part of the castle, helping her busy mother with the housework, when Blake appeared behind her.

   Little Taretha was taken aback as a matter of course.

   But today, Mr. Black is much kinder. He sits with Taretha very familiarly, and tells her interesting things about the hills and castles, as if he is passing the time.

   This made little Taretha a little puzzled.

   A formidable and awesome character like Mr. Black, shouldn't he be busy?

  How could he have time to chat with an ordinary little girl of his own?

  Blake sat by the fireplace in her house, drinking shoddy wine and paying attention to the status bar of the character card for a full hour later.

   In Little Taretha, a fifth glass of wine was added for him, and when the chat between the two had turned to the boring topic of the secrets of the Stromgard court, Blake, who was holding the wine glass, suddenly shook his fingers.

   in his gaze.

   In the translucent character card status bar, there are two more entries silently:

  Character Card: "Spirit Hunter" Drake Proudmoore (Blake Shaw)

  Status: Mortal body. Hell messenger. Time and space beacon (locked). Longwei shock (lower level. Unable to save)

   "It's coming!"

  Blake narrowed his eyes, stood up immediately, said goodbye to Taresha, and put a bright red apple in the little girl's hand. He patted Taretha on the head and said with a smile:

   "You must be wondering why I came to see you today. In fact, I also have a younger sister who is the same age as you and has long blond hair and light blue eyes just like you.

   Every time I see you, I think of her, and the reason why I let that little orc go has something to do with it. "

  Black sighed playfully.

He says:

   "I can't always refuse any of her requests"

"what?"

  Taretha held the sweet apple, looked at Blake, and said:

   "Then Mr. Black, you must like your sister very much?"

   "I like it. It's okay."

  Blake patted her little head and said:

   "This apple is my gift to you. Just treat it as a supplement for scaring you last night. Just do me a little favor and don't make me feel too guilty."

   Finished speaking, Black dodged and disappeared in place, rushing towards Major Blackmore's office at the fastest speed.

   And little Taretha looked at the red apple in her hand.

The aroma from the    made her sniffle, carefully cut half of it, and planned to bring it to Thrall to taste at night, then hum a song and eat sweet apples while continuing to clean up the housework.

   After five minutes.

The major    was sitting on a chair in the office of the major, looking at the map of the hilly battlefield on the table, and thinking about the next counterattack, the major suddenly felt a cold killing intent.

   This veteran responds extremely quickly.

   violently kicked the table in front of him, shouted loudly, and avoided the blade punch stabbing in front of him with a short body, then drew out the dagger from his waist, and slashed at the assassin in front of him when he got up.

   "clang"

The    dagger collided with Werther's leg, splashing a few sparks.

Major    exerted force under his feet, and his whole body, like a bull, slammed into the assassin in front of him, knocking Blake Xiao, who was full of murderous aura, back several steps.

   "You're crazy!"

Major    saw the assassin in the shattered shadow and roared.

   As a result, Blake shouted coldly:

   "Edras Blackmoore! You have failed your people, you have betrayed your king! You kept orcs in your castle! You two-faced coward!"

"you!!"

The words    made the major startled.

   The anger of being assassinated in his heart also turned into a chill at this moment, and he stared at Black in front of him.

   I sighed in my heart, worthy of being an orc killer!

   Overnight, Thrall's existence was discovered.

   Now is the period of the great battle between orcs and humans. Once such a secret is leaked, the merits and good reputation that the major has finally saved will be over immediately.

   His face that was full of boldness immediately showed a decisive look, and he turned his wrist and rushed towards Black.

  He wants to kill the assassin in front of him!

   Even if he is an orc killer and a human warrior, he has put too much energy into Thrall, has made too much investment, and everything in the future is planned.

   He couldn't allow an assassin to destroy it all.

   As a battlefield veteran, although Major Blackmore is not one of those legendary heroes, he has worked hard all the way on the battlefield since he was young. With his rich combat experience, he has an absolute advantage over Black.

  Assassins are not good at confronting fighters head-on.

   After a few short sword fights, Blake was at a disadvantage, and the sound of the footsteps of the guards rushing came to mind outside the door, and the major was already winning.

   and Blake, who lowered his head, suddenly changed his style of play at this moment, no longer responding with a delicate fight, but recklessly pounced on the major's dagger.

   "Poof"

At the same time that the dagger stabbed the piercer's waist and abdomen, Black's blade punch also cut into the left arm of the major's block, and two groups of blood burst out at the same time.

   Judging from the injuries alone, the assassin's blow was a life-threatening attack, and the results were terrible.

   But the problem is, since he got the blood ring poison, Black never forgets to poison the weapon in advance every time he strikes.

   "Despicable Assassin!"

Major    also felt the numbness of his entire arm for a moment, he staggered back and cursed, kicked Black away with one foot, the assassin fell to the ground, and his waist was almost pierced.

   This is already a fatal injury.

   But he didn't care.

   That burnt face was full of eerie calmness, as if feeling no pain at all, and he ignored the dazzling swords of the guards pouring into the office.

   just stared at Edras Blackmore in front of him.

   Blood Ring Poison, as always, did not disappoint, but in just a few seconds, the brave major had already fallen into the chair with a pale face, and Oriden even shouted at the priest.

   "Om"

   Just as the guards were about to slash the despicable assassin to death, in Blake's perception, everything around him stopped in an instant.

  Swords wielded by soldiers.

   Their shouting and breathing, the noise in the office, even the wind around the entire castle, the light from the sun, everything stopped.

  Time is frozen in the river of time.

  Everything in the castle is rapidly fading, like an old photo with a filter that removes all colors, and it seems to be stripped from the river of time.

  Blake's body was also frozen, as if he had pressed the power button, and he could no longer move a finger, but his unique soul was still as alive as before.

   He looked at the translucent status bar in front of him, and there was an entry in it:

   "Back in Time"

   "Om"

   The time when the entire castle was frozen quickly reflowed, as if someone had quietly moved back one space on the invisible scale of the time axis.

   is like rewinding a silent black and white film.

  Those swords slashed against Black, those angry soldiers, shouting O'Riden, the dying major, including Black himself, are all part of the movie's inversion.

   Everything is backtracking.

   This process was terrible, like being thrown into a frantically spinning washing machine and spinning hundreds of times, the moment Black’s consciousness returned to his body.

   He had been forcibly returned to the moment when he was fighting with Major Blackmore. At this time, he was facing the dagger stabbed by the major, and the blade fist in his hand was only a few inches away from the arm that the major blocked.

"Snapped"

   In the still frozen time, in Blake's gaze.

  A tall, tall, white-skinned high elf wearing a long moon-white dress, crown decoration, white hair and long ears, like a ghost, appeared from the frozen time stream.

   She hovered a few inches above the ground,

   looked at Blake Shaw with an indifferent and calm look. Under the raised white eyebrows, what should have been beautiful eyes appeared shocking yellow snake pupils.

   During the frozen time, she was the only one around who was unaffected.

   As if, she is the master of this time stream.

   She "floated" to Blake's eyes, looked him up and down, and after a second, she said in a crisp, clear voice like a bird's chirping:

   "Caught you, Drake Proudmoore!"

   "You shouldn't be there, time scum!"

  PS:

Today, I had a chat with Big Brother Yunfei, the old author of Warcraft. The big brother is very good. After the chat, I am deeply inspired. "Mu Shenhao" is much better written than me, you can go and see it.

   (end of this chapter)