Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 49: 48. City Hunter

Chapter 49 48. City Hunter

The big upgrade of the two professions last night brought two talents and two skills to Black.

The skills are nothing to say, they are all classic skills belonging to thieves and hunters in Black's memory.

Shadow Step allows him to jump once in the shadows without breaking stealth. It can also be used in non-stealth mode, up to a distance of 25 yards.

And sniping is aiming and shooting.

This is better understood.

After a short charge, shoot a precise and powerful bullet or arrow.

Shooting Hunter's signature skill.

Because of the talent of the weapon master, all melee combat skill proficiency effects are regarded as +1, so the shadow step will go from "beginner" to "proficient" the moment it is obtained.

Sniping is still a beginner.

But with continuous practice, you can quickly reach the proficient level, and Blake has already figured out that the real power of the weapon master talent is not the +1 combat skill proficiency.

But after you have cultivated each combat skill to the peak of your skill proficiency limit, you can still get +1.

This is the scariest part of it.

Unfortunately, Black now only knows that above the proficiency "Mastery" is the Master, as for what is above the "Master", that is still a field he has not yet set foot in.

"The effect of 'hunting stimulation' is good."

At noon, in a basement connected by a dark alley in Steinblade City, Blake flicked the blood from the Thrashing Blade, and blood dripped from the clenched fist in the other hand.

Behind him, there were a dozen guys with various weapons in a row.

This is a black market den that has just been destroyed. It is the third stop of Blake's "fighting the black and eliminating evil" today. Like the first two stops, he did not choose to stealthily assassinate.

Instead, he rushed in with his weapon in front of him, killing him indiscriminately.

In addition to practicing melee skills and brushing the proficiency of the increasingly skilled Sinister Strike skills, Black is also using this to adapt to the two new talents he acquired last night.

"The hunting stimuli given by the 10th-level Ranger can increase the destructive power and speed of each blow as time goes on after entering the battle.

According to the feeling just now, the speed of slashing and stabbing is increased by up to one-fifth, and there are also detailed action corrections, which is equivalent to increasing the accuracy of hits.

A very useful fighting talent. "

Black thought.

He looked back at the pool of blood behind him, shook his head, and walked towards the basement door.

Recently, he has been hunting more difficult orcs, and now he is suddenly replaced by humans, which makes Black feel very relaxed. Of course, these brave little gangsters and gang members are not that strong.

"However, the talent given by the pirate class at level 30 is a bit difficult to understand."

Black glanced at the talent bar of the character card:

Notorious: Fear and brutality are also the weapons of pirates, and the enemy will fear you more and more because of your reputation.

The talent description is like this.

But Blake disliked this sentimental interpretation.

"Why do enemies fear me? Did they shiver when they heard my name, or did they just drop their weapons and run away?"

Black kicked open the tattered door, while complaining in his heart:

"So every time I fight in the future, do I have to report to my family first? This is too shameful. Huh?"

“Shu”

There is thinking in the heart, but the perception is still keen.

As soon as he returned to the dark alley, the assassin threw a flying knife, which was inserted in the middle of the broken wooden box over there, three points into the wood, and scared the two children hiding behind to turn around and run.

"boom"

The hook and lock threw out, like a trapeze falling from the sky, and with the long hood swaying like wings, it landed lightly in front of the two children in tattered clothes.

scared the two little guys to sit on the ground.

"呱, 呱"

This landing also alarmed the little murloc who was sleeping soundly in the rucksack on Black's waist. Pemberpa stuck his head out and looked curiously at the two frightened human cubs in front of him.

Before the fight started last night, the murloc was deposited with Ravenholdt's logistics staff, and was returned to Black this morning.

Those **** assassins saved the trouble and fed the murloc a sleeping potion, causing it to be a little dazed now.

"You guys, have you seen it?"

Blake stared at the two children in front of him. They were young, barefooted, and their clothes were tattered and patched. At first glance, they were from poor people.

They were also staring at Blake. The two of them could only see Blake's eyes. Apart from that, the assassin's whole body showed no trace of skin.

In the face of the problem of pirates, the two boys shook their heads wildly.

But obviously, they saw the scene of Black rushing into the lair of the bad guys, and they probably heard the sound of Black and the gangsters fighting.

"They hid a lot of supplies there, food, clothes, drinks, etc. They should have been stolen."

Black looked at the two children in front of him.

He pointed to the basement connected by the dark alley, and said to the two boys in a hoarse voice:

"As long as you are not afraid of blood and corpses, you can move all those good things out, or you can go back and ask your parents to come and help, they will definitely be happy.

The premise is that you can't tell them what I know? "

After saying that, he turned around and left.

The two children were left with big eyes and small eyes, but they reacted quickly and ran away immediately. After a few minutes, the families of the two children were gathered.

Led by a few adults with wooden sticks and shovels, they rushed over to the dark alley.

They walked carefully into the basement, and there were several exclamations from inside, but soon, the parents, who were shaking their bodies, still carried the blood-stained wooden box and walked out from the inside.

They sent their children back to call for help. More neighbors were found. Boxes of blood-filled supplies were carried out. The children stood on both sides of the street to report the news.

Everyone had joy on their faces, and it was as lively as a festival.

This scene fell into the eyes of Blake across the street.

Assassin crouched on the chimney of a dilapidated house, carefully watching how things were going.

After he destroyed three gangster strongholds in a row and threw more than 30 broken souls to the lantern, the countdown to the death curse on the character card was suspended at 37 minutes.

but not gone.

Apparently, the **** hasn't calmed down yet. The Mad Queen is using this method to urge her spirit hunters to bring herself more villainous souls.

She doesn't pick.

She wants all souls! The more the better!

"Really greedy."

Black cursed.

He stood up in the shadows, intending to follow the information given by the local contact, and then find some villains to execute them, but just starting, the pirates stopped in place.

He turned his head and walked out of the shadows.

A few dozen meters away, Halduron Mingyi, wearing elven chain armor and carrying a war bow, was standing up from the shadow of the eaves, standing under the sun, looking at him with a smile.

"Shore told me that you came out to relax."

Mingyi Ranger glanced at the lively streets and alleys like a festival, and said in a gentle tone:

"It's really an Assassin-style 'distraction'."

"Master Mingyi, how long have you been following me?"

Blake said helplessly:

"A big man like you from a famous family, shouldn't you put on a gorgeous robe and chat and laugh with the local nobles? How can you be in the mood to play a tracking game?

Are you taking me as prey? "

"No, just out of curiosity."

Mingyi chuckled lightly, he blinked at Blake and said:

"As for tracking your time, well, it's longer than you think anyway.

At first, it was just out of curiosity, but later, I was eager to know what kind of heart the ruthless orc killer had. "

"do not."

Blake crossed his arms in a gesture of refusal, saying:

"I'm not interested in revealing my soul and pointing others out. Lord Mingyi, the skills trained by the Farstrider Legion should be used to kill the enemy.

Your behavior is really bad taste, you know? "

"there's no way."

Mingyi was still not provoked, and still said with a smile:

"Our elves' lifespan is too long. Day by day, it seems like eternity has no end. In addition to war and training, we must find something to do for ourselves.

In addition to being a ranger, I also plan to become a bard or something in the future. Isn’t this a good little chapter about the human robbers that I saw today?

Blake Shaw.

You are a good assassin, and you are still a human being with a noble soul. I have seen you helping the weak, robbing the bad and helping the poor. This is not a battle to kill the enemy.

But it is still a good thing. "

He reached out and took off the bow on his back, and brushed his blond hair.

He says:

"Do you mind if I join in and enjoy this simple fun? Also, don't call me an adult, just call me Mingyi. I'm very happy to have met another human friend."

"If you join, you will bully them too much."

Black pretended to think for a few seconds, shook his head and said:

"But maybe you can use your powerful tracking skills to help this poor guy like me, it's like a combination, you come to me, I come to kill, and they work together perfectly.

By the way, I practiced my fighting skills. After seeing the legendary battle with my own eyes, I realized that only the shadows cannot protect me in this dangerous world. "

"Come on then."

Mingyi laughed, and after putting the war bow back on his back, he pointed to the east and said:

"There's a group of rats in a meeting there, they're plotting to kidnap, and before anyone gets hurt, Black the Rogue, stop them.

Well, it's nice to use this as the opening of my poem.

What do you think? "

—

With the help of a powerful ranger, Blake's "heart-free" journey is smoother.

He was busy until the afternoon, when the setting sun shone on this small town under the snow-capped mountains, Blake climbed in from the window of the big hotel with a slight exhaustion.

"What a strong **** smell."

Shore's voice sounded behind him, the guy was exactly the same as when he left in the morning, leaning there, instead of playing with a knife in his hand, he was peeling an apple.

He said slowly:

"At seven o'clock in the morning, the Perenold family lost a promising offshoot, causing chaos in the noble district.

Then from 7:30 to 4:00 in the afternoon, the 13 newly emerging gangs in the entire Steinblade City were eradicated one by one, from the leader to the subordinates, no one was spared.

The perpetrator was ruthless, and was described by others as a ghost who brought judgment.

The number of dead people counted so far will not be less than 70. Including the time you spend moving and investigating, you can kill one person in about three minutes, which is quite efficient.

I'm curious, how did these mice who are playing around in the local area annoy you?

Orc killer. "

"They didn't mess with me, I don't even know them. Also, don't say anything without evidence, our relationship is a step further, but it's a matter of reputation."

Blake took off his hood and threw it aside. He picked up a bottle of wine, opened it, and took a sip to his mouth.

Say:

"I heard some gossip that you like men, Shore, tell me it's not true."

This is changing the subject, and it is very blunt.

But the effect was immediate, making Shaw's face change slightly, and finally made him shut his mouth, the room was silent for a while, until a few minutes later, Shaw said in a bad tone:

"Who spread the rumor? Who did you listen to?"

"A mysterious man."

Blake looked back at him, shook the glass, and said curiously:

"So it's fake?"

"is fake!"

Shore glared at Black, he took a bite of the apple, and said in a complicated tone:

"Let me clarify, don't believe those nonsense rumors in the organization, what I just say, I was raised by a strong grandmother.

Do you feel that way?

A great shadow hangs over you, making every breath feel extremely stressed and every mistake reprimanded.

Every defeat will be punished.

You are so in awe of her, even, so instinctively alienate all the women around you.

In short, I emphasize once.