Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 31 30. Ravenholdt. Hunting Invitation (Part 1)

   "Very good, it seems you understand."

  In the room where the candles were burning, Blake chuckled lightly and said to Oliden in front of him in a playful tone:

   "Give me his information, and also, prepare a reward, it can't be worse than this armor."

   "I'm going to prepare right away!"

  Oridon was like drinking ten cans of Red Bull at this moment. His face flushed and his face was filled with joy. He said goodbye to Blake and left in a hurry.

   "It's really good things come in pairs."

  Black closed the door and quickly put on a set of Mason Brotherhood armor on his body.

   is finally not that kind of mix and match style. A set of black armor with a similar style, which is soft and tight against the body, makes him feel comfortable and easy to move.

   He picked up the blade fist and slashed **** the breastplate of the sleeve, but only a white mark was left. This kind of protection made Blake extremely satisfied.

  I don’t know what material this leather armor is made of, but after the master tanned it, it was so tough that it could not be pierced with a sharp ordinary knife.

   Even an orc battle axe.

   As long as it's not a frontal slash, it won't hurt Black's body.

   And after wearing a set, the health bar in the character card was expanded by about one-fifth visible to the naked eye, and the stamina enhancement effect was remarkable.

   Coupled with other messy entries, Blake's most intuitive sense of reaction, speed, speed, and strength have been greatly improved.

   This is much more powerful than the random matching parts before.

   "Awesome."

   He sighed, and with great joy threw a fruit to the little murloc who was playing diving in the bucket, and the latter jumped out of the water and took it in his hand like a dolphin.

   croak, very happy.

"Ha ha"

  The pirate assassin laughed and lay on the bed, ready to think about his next move.

   But as soon as I lay down, I realized something was wrong.

  There is something under the pillow!

   He jumped up vigilantly, threw a dagger and knocked the pillow out, revealing a black rolled up scroll on the head of the bed.

   There is a sign on it that a dagger emerges in the dark.

   The moment he saw the sign, Blake narrowed his eyes.

   "Ravenhold, I know the Assassin Alliance, and they can't hide from your eyes when they are active in the northern border, so this is an invitation?

   This way of sending invitations is really like a shadow walker. "

  Black was not surprised that this invitation appeared.

  Because in this world, in the human kingdom, as long as anyone who knows a little bit about assassins, it is impossible not to have heard of the name "Ravenhold Manor".

   Of course, the name is just a disguise.

  The real meaning of their organization should be something similar to the "Assassin League". It has an ancient heritage. It is said that the Assassin League had a prototype before Emperor Thoradin unified the human clan 2,800 years ago.

  Their first time to shine was in the era when Thoradin the Great and the High Elves united against the forest trolls.

  The predecessors of the assassins 2,800 years ago, in the jungle north of the Arathi Highlands, armed with daggers and short swords, fought against the troll headhunters and assassins of the more ancient heritage in the dark.

  At first, they were no match for the troll headhunters at all. They were beaten down for a while, and then it was said that they were trained by the secret assassins of Quel'Thalas, the high elf kingdom, before they regrouped.

   With the union of humans and elves, the victory of the Amani Empire of the forest trolls and almost extinguishing the fire of their civilization, the Assassin Alliance also completed its initial transformation.

   Instead of receiving glory in the sun, they retreated into the shadows of hiding.

   and has been in the shadows ever since.

   In this era, it is no exaggeration to say that the entire Eastern Kingdom, from Lordaeron in the northern border to Stormwind Kingdom in the southern border that has been destroyed by the orcs, every human town has the eyeliner of the Assassin Alliance working.

  In every ten criminal activities of the entire human civilization, at least six are related to the Assassin League.

   It's a real behemoth.

   is hidden in human civilization, grows together with it, coexists together, until now, it is inseparable, and it is difficult to distinguish each other.

The history of   Assassin League is the history of human civilization.

On the northern battlefield, the reason why Marshal Lothar can always be one step ahead of the orcs and make various wonderful strategic deployments is not only because the Marshal himself has a very high strategic vision, but also the excellent intelligence of the Assassin Alliance. Work.

   Although Ravenholde Manor has always stated that they are only loyal to commissions.

   This one is even written into the six codes of the Assassin League, but it is clear that in the face of a great battle between human civilization and orcs, the Assassin League still maintained its original loyalty.

   They are firmly on the side of humanity.

  From Silverpine Forest in Gilneas to troll lands in the Hinterlands.

  From the war-torn Tarren Mill to the ruins of Stormwind City, which has been reduced to an occupation zone.

   On every piece of land in this continent, there are assassins from the Assassin Alliance working for the Human Alliance, and the resources they can use are almost unlimited.

   And the victories they can get are almost limitless.

   This kind of background, in this case, if Ravenholdt didn't notice him after Black had already earned the title of "Orc Killer" and proved his assassin potential.

It would be surprising if    didn't plan to draw him into the organization.

   In fact, Black was very suspicious that the invitation letter from Ravenholdt was delayed until now, probably because the bronze dragon was interfering with it.

  Miss Long is definitely not willing to let Black, this time residue, be associated with the annoying Ravenholdt Manor.

   With the shelter of those shadow assassins, even a young bronze dragon, it would be much more difficult for him to trouble Black again.

   "But it's not all good to join you."

  Blake pouted, and with the black mason fraternity gauntlet, he picked up the invitation, put it under his nose and sniffed it. There was no odor, and there was no poison warning in the status bar.

   looks like an ordinary invitation.

   But the invitation letter is ordinary, but it does not mean that the meaning behind it is ordinary.

  Those assassins can quietly place this invitation under Black's pillow, which means that they can also take Black's head quietly.

   There must have been their people at Dunhold Castle.

  “嘁”

  The pirate didn't open the invitation at all, and threw the thing into the fireplace. He adjusted his clothes, turned his head and said to the little murloc who was playing in the bucket:

   "Look at home, I'll go out for a spin."

  “呱”

   In the sound of Pemberba, Blake opened the window, jumped into the shadow, threw out the rope and slid down the nearly 100-meter drop between the castle and the ground of the lower city.

   He doesn't need any experience in distinguishing assassins at all, looking for hidden assassin eyeliners in the huge castle.

   No need for that!

   After more than ten seconds, Black landed on a residential house in the dark, and along the window, he threw three "reconnaissance" to the family who were preparing dinner.

   "No, the next one."

   The pirate in the shadow, like a black cat, jumped gently along the eaves and came to the window of the next house, and three more detectives were thrown out.

   "Still not, next one."

  Ten minutes later, Black jumped out of the shadows behind the tavern, with Werther's leg in his hand controlling the power, hitting a drunken alcoholic's head with a stick.

   The guy was dazed by a sap, his eyes were white, and he was dragged into the grass by Black again.

   And so on.

When midnight came, sixteen guys who were stripped naked like pigs, **** with ropes and stuffed with sackcloth in their mouths, were neatly stuffed into the outer mile of the castle, and one place was abandoned due to the war. in the village warehouse.

   "I know what you're going to say."

  Blake, who had changed to new equipment, changed himself into a black face covering to ensure the uniformity of his clothes. The Mason Brotherhood armor did not have a hood, so he added a long black hood to himself.

   is draped behind him like a cape.

   He folded his arms, looked at the group of terrified guys in front of him, and said in a hoarse tone:

   "I also know that there are seventeen of you, and I deliberately let one go to see how efficient the legendary Assassin League is.

   In addition, I found a lot of bottles and jars in you. "

  The pirate pointed maliciously at the dozens of bottles of liquid of different colors placed on the broken table beside him. He said to the eyeliners of the Assassin League who were **** in front of him:

   "I don't know their effects, but I'm curious about the secret toxicology of the Assassin League, so I'm going to try the effects on you guys.

guys.

   Pray your backstage response is fast enough. "

  He picked up a bottle of grey liquid, twisted the lid, walked towards a thin guy, he said:

   "Originally, everyone is a shadow walker, and now we have to fight the orcs together. If you have something to say, you should say it well, but you have to play this kind of pretending to be mysterious game with me.

  Want to arrange a **** of a trial for me?

   Is this going to give me a slap in the face, or is it going to try my 'orc killer'? I'm in a good mood today, so let's play. "

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  Three hours later, Blake, who was dozing with arms folded and leaning against the periphery of the abandoned warehouse, was suddenly awakened by a red light at the end of his vision.

   He opened his eyes and looked towards the dead end of midnight. In the darkness that was clearly out of reach, a dim red beacon was moving.

   It was a halo that only Black could see.

   comes from the first active skill given after the Ranger class reaches level 5.

  Hunter's Mark!

   is the most savvy hunter, a skill that can focus all energy on the prey in the boring hunt, just like some kind of imprint of the mind.

After    was marked with the Hunter's Mark, as long as the prey appeared within Blake's line of sight, no matter where he was hiding, whether he was sneaking, it would be clearly seen.

   But now it's only a primary hunter's mark, and the duration is not expected to be too long.

   At present, there must be three hours.

   "Come on."

  Blake sneered, took out the sawn-off dwarf shotgun from his pocket, took out a specially-made projectile from his luggage, stuffed it into the chamber, and waited patiently in the shadows.

   Until the mark was about twenty meters away from him, he grabbed the musket and pulled the trigger towards the sky.

"boom"

With a muffled sound, the projectile flew into the air, and like a lit flame, it instantly released a bright light, illuminating everything around it clearly.

   These things are called flares.

   is one of several hunter gadgets that Greve Madheart imparted to Black. It is not a skill, but a way to make special projectiles.

The    is filled with gunpowder powder specially made by dwarves, which is almost harmless.

   But after flying out, it will shine brightly and dispel the shadows.

  The mysterious dwarf also told Black that he also had skills in the production of flares, and clever hunters would add different materials to enhance the power of the flares.

   But this needs to be learned by Black himself.

   The basic flares currently used can only disperse the most common shadows. It is useless for the shadow clothes of advanced assassins, but this is enough!

The moment the    flares blazed brightly, drove several sneaking assassins out of the shadows.

   They looked dazed, but they reacted very quickly.

   He threw out the hook lock and wrapped it around the nearest assassin. The moment he pulled him down, he also flew out, waving the leg of Werther in his hand, and struck the other assassin on the back of the head with a stick.

   In the black smoke of the shattered Cloak of Shadows, Blake was murderous, without a blade fist in his left hand.

   After all, it's just a demonstration.

   There is no need to actually cause a human life.

   So he changed to a wooden stick that was very similar to Werther's legs, raised his hands, and beat the assassin in front of him.

  What kind of shadow attack, what pirate fighting technique, what military swordsmanship, all of which are used in one brain, not like an assassin at all, but more like a berserker with a pair of knives, fighting the low-level assassins.

   also chased after them.

   It wasn't until two minutes later that the last Ravenholdt low-level assassin with a bruised nose fell to the ground, holding his head and trembling, before Black dropped the stick in his hand.

   He flexed his shoulders comfortably and looked behind him.

   He said to the empty night:

   "The big man in Ravenhold, I, have you passed the level?"

   (end of this chapter)