Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 5 4. Orcs. The first hunt

   In the murloc village, Blake ate bread with a savory taste.

   But the health bar of the character card will not rise again when it recovers to 70%.

   Needless to say, it must be caused by the damned shadow curse and the weakening effect attached to this body after being burned by the dragon fire.

  The former can be purified by Holy Light.

  The latter can also be restored by healing, and Black is only happy that the orcs are controlling the red dragon instead of the black or blue dragon.

   Azeroth's five-colored dragons have different powers.

  Red dragons are guardians of life, their breaths are accompanied by burning and healing at the same time. They could have chosen the mode of dragon breath, but the orcs used evil artifacts to control the red dragons.

   Let them all have watts of brains.

The    dragon breath must have spewed out without any manipulation, which left the prince who should have been melted with a whole body, and made it possible to recover from this seemingly serious injury.

   But that's for later.

   After throwing away the bread in his hand, Black spread his perceptions. The prince's body has been exercised all year round. Although he has not really participated in many battles, his bloodline is excellent, and he has a thief rank, so his perception is beyond ordinary people.

   It was like a faint radar swept across the murloc village, and I felt a faint spot of light rolling in the mud pool next to the village.

  Blake jumped into it, touched left and right, and finally took out a dagger with a corroded handle.

   But after cleaning the mud, the blade of the dagger still shines with snow.

   "The equipment actually dropped!"

   he exclaimed.

   He held the dagger in his hand and waved it in a pretentious manner. He could feel a faint magic power from above, which meant that the dagger should be a fine product.

   "Good stuff!"

   touched his forehead, summoned a character card, and glanced at the equipment bar.

  In the slot that was originally not equipped, this meeting also added an entry.

   "Monkey Murloc Dining Knife: Excellent Quality. Weak Armor Break"

   "COOOOL!"

  Black played with the dagger, exclaimed, and touched the mud pool again, only to find a weathered skull, startling him.

   stopped thinking about finding more equipment, and packed up a bag of possibly spoiled bread and jerky in the village, as well as a few bottles of dwarf beer.

  I packed up hastily, then prepared to leave and continued to hunt the murlocs.

   But after taking a few steps, Blake turned his head. He squinted his eyes and saw a little murloc with blue stripes, hiding beside a patch of water grass.

   stared at him with big cute eyes, and looked at him curiously.

"come over!"

  Black beckoned to it, startling the little murloc, and turned to run, but Black dropped something and a piece of bread landed at its feet.

   The smell of the food made the little murloc stop, it looked back at Blake in fear, then quietly grabbed the bread and ate it in big mouthfuls.

   It turned out to be hungry and ran home to find something to eat.

   "I have a lot more here~"

  Blake, this bad thing, deliberately opened his bag to reveal some blackened bread and jerky stuffed inside.

   The little fishman's eyes lit up all of a sudden.

  It finished the bread in its hands, and with a sense of fear and vigilance, it approached Blake, who was squatting there, waving another piece of moldy bread in his hand.

   is like a seduction.

   Murlocs, although they have language, are obviously not too smart. These murloc cubs are even more stupid, but they are full of curiosity about the world.

   It approached Blake, boldly stretched out his hand to grab the bread in Blake's hand, and wanted to grab it, but Blake suddenly raised his hand and lifted the palm-sized little murloc into the air.

   It was still holding on to the bread, screaming and screaming.

   Black grabbed the soft body again and threw it into his arms.

   Of course, it also got bread.

   "I lost a small pet, COOL!"

  Blake smiled smugly, and regardless of the little murloc's struggle, he hugged it and walked into the depths of the swamp, saying as he walked:

   "I'm going to ask you to run around, I've always wanted one before, but I can't afford that thing for $3,500. You're quite similar to it, and it's a dream come true in another sense.

   Alright, Pemberpa.

   Eat and drink enough, let's go kill a few murlocs together. "

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   Two days later, Blake finally got out of the quagmire of the Palatine Bay and onto a solid hill, and he climbed a high place and looked north in the setting sun.

   You can vaguely see a damaged building, with a strong dwarf style, large blocks of stones are thrown everywhere, and you can also see a few orcs camping there.

   "The Tomb of Ironbeard."

   Black, who was as thin as a real undead, narrowed his eyes, lay down, and looked at the beastman.

   He recognized the destroyed cemetery.

   That is the place where the dwarves of the nearby dwarven town of Dun Mod buried their dead.

The behavior of    orcs blaspheming the undead is absolutely unacceptable.

   But at this point in time, the dwarven towns on the road to Arathi Highlands must have been occupied by orcs.

The   Bronzebeard dwarves lost the entire territory of Khaz Modan and the wetlands, and no matter how angry they were, they could only be trapped in their capital, Ironforge.

   Fortunately, the big city like a bunker was easy to defend and difficult to attack. The orcs spent more than a year in Khaz Modan, but they couldn't break the gate.

   And the fighting power of the muscular dwarves is not weaker than that of ordinary orcs, and they also have steam tanks designed and manufactured by smart dwarves to help out.

   If it weren't for the small number of fantastic creatures like dwarves, the orcs would not be able to occupy Khaz Modan so easily.

   "quack, quack"

   A crisp cry came from Blake's arms, and the little blue murloc stuck his head out from his tattered clothes, stared wide-eyed, and looked down.

   When he saw the figure of the orc, Pemberba, who was already very close to Black, shrank his head.

   Apparently, it has seen orcs.

   And scared of them.

   It is estimated that when the blood ring orcs stationed here entered the swamp, they massacred the murlocs. It is no wonder that Black has rarely seen large-scale murloc villages along the way.

   "To go to the Arathi Highlands where the human race gathers, either take the Saldo Bridge or take the reef coast to the Faldi Bay. The former has the advantage of being fast, but it is guarded by orcs.

   The benefit of the latter is that there are no orcs, but .

   There is a group of Thornridge Nagas there. "

  Blake rubbed his head and thought to himself:

   "There seems to be an ancient elf ruin under the reef sea, where the Naga clan is entrenched, and the fighting power of those soft-skinned snakes in the water is not comparable to the orcs.

   There are also spellcasters such as sea witches. It is too risky to walk from the reef sea. "

   He looked at the orc camp outside the Tomb of Ironbeard. There were not many orcs in it, only four or five, but looking at the scale of the camp, it was obvious that more orcs could be accommodated.

   "So, after Orgrim the Orc Warchief crossed the sea, he also mobilized the Blood Ring Orcs from the wetlands to go to Arathi to fight?

   That is to say, the number of orcs guarding here is not as many as before. Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, and with the shadow affinity, you may be able to risk crossing the Saldo Bridge. "

  Blake quickly sketched a plan in his mind. He took out the little murloc and put it on the edge of the high ground, leaving it with a dozen more pieces of bread.

   patted its head and said to it:

   "Wait for me here, don't run around, I'll test the fighting power of the orcs, come back soon, be good."

   The little murloc tilted his head, blinked his eyes, croaked, sat cross-legged, grabbed the bread and ate it.

  Black pouted, thinking that this murloc is stupid.

   He slid down the heights quietly, clenched the murloc dagger with the handle wrapped in rags in his left hand, and gently drew a short sword from behind his waist in his right hand.

   is also a green quality weapon, also a loot found in a murloc village.

   He took a deep breath, clenched the weapon in his hand, and in the shadows beside the rays of the setting sun, he tiptoed towards the beastman.

   In the past two days, he killed a lot of murlocs and accumulated a lot of experience.

   But there is also bad news.

   The curse of the polluted Eye of Palles is still weakening him. The most intuitive manifestation is that the warrior class on the character card has slipped from level 7 to level 4.

   He felt that the strength of his body was much weaker. In a few days, the warrior class was estimated to be completely zero. Black thought about injecting the experience gained into the warrior class to save it.

   But after thinking about it, he chose a more secure way.

   That curse brought shadow affinity, so that his thief class was not affected, so the way to maximize the benefits now is to improve this.

   In two days, the experience gained from killing more than a hundred murlocs was injected into the thief class by Black, and the level was raised from level 5 to level 8.

   No skills, no mysterious talents.

   But it makes his steps lighter and faster when walking in the dark, like a black cat walking silently.

   He approached the orc camp little by little, hid behind a tree, and waited patiently for an opportunity.

  Ten minutes later, there were a few roars in the orc camp, and then there was the sound of a fight, causing Blake, who was hiding behind a tree, to curl his lips.

   These orcs ruined their world.

  They were lured by the demons of the Burning Legion in the world of Draenor on the other side of the Dark Portal and drank the blood of demons.

While    gained powerful power, he also became more irritable, like a madman, the blood of fel energy flowed in their bodies, making them lose their minds.

   While fighting, he is brave, but when he is idle, he will even punch his comrades.

   They are already helpless.

   But it was good news for Black, and soon the fight in the camp was over, and a beaten old orc with a bruised face was driven away from the camp.

   He was hunched, with blood-red lines on his face, and he was blind in his left eye.

   This is the symbol of the blood ring orcs. Those who worship death have very cruel rituals. When the blood ring orcs become adults, they need to dig out their eyes to perform sacrifices.

  The old orc rudely spat in the direction of the camp, leaning on his battle axe, and headed towards the swamp reluctantly.

  His more robust and irritable juniors, wanting to change their tastes, used their fists and feet to "convince" him, the old man, to return from hunting crocodiles in the swamp.

  嘁.

   Really doesn't talk about martial arts!

   The old orc grumbled and limped with his battle axe as he circled the camp and reached a blind spot.

  A curled up, extremely thin "rib man", quietly came out from the shadow of the big tree.

  Like a monkey, he jumped behind the old orc.

   The dagger in his right hand stabbed into the old orc's throat, and the dagger in his left hand stabbed the old orc's temple extremely viciously. Blake had already mastered this sneak attack technique.

   Killing murlocs in the wetlands has never failed.

   But Orcs.

   is an orc after all.

  At the moment of being attacked, the old orc threw away the battle axe in his hand, grabbed the wrist that Black was stabbing at his temple, and threw him over his shoulder, throwing Black on the ground in front of him.

   He wanted to growl.

   But the severed neck made no sound at all.

  Black also jumped up from the ground suddenly, threw himself into the orc's arms, and swung his left hand to block the orc's fist.

   The dagger in the right hand pierced the beast’s heart like a poisonous snake foraging for food, and the dagger with weak armor pierced through the orc’s leather armor, allowing the blood to flow out.

   One is not enough.

  Two, three, four.

The strength of the    orc's fingers on the back of his neck weakened rapidly. After a few seconds, he swayed and fell to the ground. Black grabbed his shoulders again and dragged him into the shadow of the big tree next to him.

  The skull-dotted battle axe was also dragged in.

It is a pity.

  This domineering thing is just a shoddy weapon, not the good equipment that Blake expects.

   Assassination was successful.

  Black hid in the shadows and rushed into the swamp quickly. The orcs in the camp were already aware of the old orc's fall.

   They rushed out and looked around for assassins, but came back without success.

   And ten minutes later, there was a sound from the edge of the swamp that disturbed the beastman.

   "Ggggggmlr! Grm...Rmlg! Rgmmlr! Grgrmlmlrl!"

   Several irritable orcs saw a large group of murlocs rushing out from the edge of the swamp, and without looking closely, they rushed up with axes and hunting sticks.

   They couldn't bear the anger in their hearts, they were going to cut down a few murlocs to vent their anger!

   And Black, who had circled in a big circle, took advantage of the battle between the murlocs and the orcs, and quickly rushed into the camp, where a wounded blood-ring orc lay.

   When the skeleton man rushed into the camp, the wounded orc just looked at Blake.

   The next moment, the orc roared, grabbed the hand axe and was about to get up.

   But Black was faster than him.

   rushed up, pressing his left leg on his chest, swung the sharp blades in both hands, and chopped off his eyes in a staggered manner.

   "Poof"

  Scorching blood rushed to his face.

   blooms like blood flowers.

  PS: There is a difference between rushing ba and rushing erba. The former is a murloc baby, and the latter is a silly monster from Journey to the West. This is not a joke.

   This is really there in the game.

   In addition, I have seen the feedback from the brothers, so I will explain why I don't use numerical values, but a class similar to the DND system.

   In the books of the past few years, people rarely see numerical settings, because the power system marked with numerical values ​​will easily collapse in the middle and late stages.

   To give a very simple example, if the strength of an orc is 10, when the protagonist grows to level 60, what should his strength be?

   Can he kill ordinary orcs in seconds, just like crushing a bug and playing unparalleled in Orgrimmar, but this is impossible in the real world.

   And students who have played WOW know that level 60 is just the beginning. If you use numerical values ​​to describe this system, when the purifiers and honest ones appear, how should you set their numerical values?

   Of course, some students will also say that the value is simpler and clearer, and the sense of substitution is stronger.

   This is true, but my ability is limited, and I can’t guarantee that I can reach 2 million when I write a long novel for the first time, and I can guarantee that the value will not be wrong when I write 3 million words.

  This project is too much, I am only a rookie author after all.

And Lao Lu also gave me an example. When he wrote Shengguang, he used the numerical value. The power system collapsed in a mess in the later stage. You don't have to worry about this class losing its flavor, because I just adopted this framework, even the pseudo DND Neither count.

All the professions, all the skills, and all the equipment in the    system come from beasts. Except for some places where they have to play by themselves, the other expressions are just changed.

Then

   Please collect and recommend, the contract has been sent, and you can update it twice in a few days.

   (end of this chapter)