Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 7 6. Walking in the Shadow of the Dragon

  The large ooze monster in the Tomb of Ironbeard was exploded by the magic of the cursed evil weapon, and Blake was lucky to find a strange leather bag full of mucus in the wreckage of the ooze monster.

  This leather bag looks unusual.

  Especially after Blake cleaned it, it was even prettier.

   A very small rucksack that fits over a belt, just like a **** pack, it should be made of some kind of fine, fine leather, sewn with a shiny thread.

  Black guessed that it should be a high-grade item such as rune thread or magic thread used by mages. On the top of the small rucksack, there is a drawstring that can be tightened or pulled open.

   But if it's just pretty, this thing isn't worth getting Blake so excited about.

   It is a magic item.

   After Black put it on the belt he pulled from the orcs, an entry for "Magic Weave Bag" appeared in the equipment column of the character card.

  Its actual capacity is much larger than its volume looks, maybe the mages have used magical magics similar to extension spells to it.

  Blake threw all his belongings in, but the rucksack was still not full, and it already had something in it.

  Some foods that haven't gone bad, meat and a full case of dwarf ale.

   A pile of shiny gold coins.

There are about a hundred   . This magic pattern backpack should belong to the loot of a blood ring orc looted in Azeroth, but in the end, it was cheap for Black, the skeleton man.

   "Speaking of which, if I remember correctly, eighteen years later, in the Tomb of Ironbeard, there is a dwarf herbalist's quest chain, and the final reward is also a magic bag."

  Black rubbed his chin and thought to himself:

   "Could it be that the reward bag that the dwarf gave me at that time was the one I found now? No way."

   Obtaining the magic backpack was of course a pleasant surprise, and Blake immediately threw the magic suitcase into the backpack. It was too dazzling to carry such dangerous things on him.

  He calmed down and began to look at another magic item found in the wreckage of the ooze monster.

   This thing is rather weird.

  It looks like a piece of rotten wood, gray-black, as long as the forearm, the top is thicker than the end, and a circle of small frosted **** are inlaid.

   Other than that, there is nothing to praise.

The only strange thing about    is that this thing is heavy to start with, and by the standards of a weapon, the balance is excellent.

  Black grabbed it in his hand and waved it back and forth.

   Well, it feels very good.

   He glanced at the equipment column of the character card again, and found that this thing was really regarded as a weapon, and the name made him miss it very much.

   "Werther's third leg

  Excellent quality. Strengthened heavy blows. Weakly crushed. "

   Well, the third leg

   This thing is really weird in every sense.

  It was so weird that Blake didn't dare to think about it.

   But in fact, this thing is actually not as evil as he thought. While sorting out the bones of the tomb on the second floor, he found some small stone tablets recording the life of the deceased in the tomb.

   There is a stele in it that belongs to a dwarf named "Wert". According to the stele, Werther fought for the Bronzebeard family in the Battle of the Three Hammers and lost his left leg in Grim Batol.

   So he made himself another leg.

   is powerful, not only can be used to open beer / beat eggs / make kitchen utensils, but also can be used to open a human brain after losing gambling.

   "This thing must be good for sap."

  Black shook Werther's leg in his hand, then put it on his belt, intending to use this fine weapon as his main weapon, as for the murloc knife, which was full of the blood of murlocs and orcs, it would not be wasted.

   just happened to be used as a flying knife.

   In the past two days of fighting, he has practiced his lethal throwing skills to the point of "proficient", within ten meters, he can shoot wherever he wants.

   And after this evil big ooze monster exploded, it brought a lot of experience to Black, and he allotted the experience to the thief class.

   let that little experience bar break through level 9.

   is only a third of the way to level 10.

   "Let's go, Bumblebee, let's work hard and get to level 10 before tomorrow morning."

  Black finally bowed to the simple tombstone built up on the second floor of the Tomb of Ironbeard.

   Begged these dwarf souls to give him good luck, and then, in the croak of the little murlocs, he put on the gray-black hunting cloak of the blood ring orcs, left the Tomb of Ironbeard, and continued to walk northeast.

   Soon, he discovered the second blood ring orc camp, and like the camp at Ironbeard's Tomb, there were only a few old, weak and sick orcs guarding it.

   Black whistled and grabbed Werther's leg from his waist.

   said softly:

   "Go on, Werther, do your best, okay."

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   That night, Black used a poisoned throwing knife to kill the last escaped old orc a few miles away from the dwarven town of Dun Moder, which was occupied by orcs.

   emptied the third camp he encountered, stabbed the one-armed old orc in the back, fell to the ground and took his last breath, the familiar heat rushed into Black's body.

   He didn't care to search the camp, rubbed his hands, and was looking forward to assigning this experience to the rogue class, and then, watching with anticipation, the class's experience bar took a step forward.

   Finally jumped from level 9 to level 10.

   This upgrade process was not as exaggerated as he imagined, but he just felt a flash of inspiration in his heart.

   Through the sneak attack and assassination by hiding in the dark for the past few days, Blake already has his own understanding of the tiptoe walking skills.

   He looked around.

   The dark night is like the best disguise, gently draping a shadow garment on him, he can feel the shadow that he could see but couldn't touch.

   He felt a faint wisp of knowledge opening up to him in the darkness.

   That is the secret that belongs to the shadows.

  Blake stood up, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, followed the feeling in his heart, took a step back, and learned to touch the invisible shadow.

   is like putting the king's invisible new clothes on his body, like a cloak.

   He opened his eyes and raised his hands.

   On the thin and slender fingers, an inaudible black shadow is flowing, covering every part of the palm and every part of the body.

  Shadow reaches out to this beginner.

  Black took that hand and embraced it without reservation.

   So the shadow gave him the blessing of strength, allowing him to shelter in the darkness.

  Blake's heart was full of joy. This was the first commendable gift he had obtained in this magical world with his own hands.

   He reached out and touched his forehead, and the character card was called up. In the talent column, there was already a "Shadow Walking" talent, and a "Sneak" skill was added in the skill column.

   is the foundation of thieves, assassins, and stalkers. They are good at stunts, and skilled thieves can even disappear silently under the gaze of hundreds of people in broad daylight.

   and block all his breath, as if escaping into the shadows and disappearing into the world.

   That is the realm that Blake can't reach now.

   But it doesn't matter, he still has enough time to learn these shadow ways.

  “Shu”

  Blake's movements were a little bigger, tearing the still thin shadow coat on his body, making the first sneak a failure, and his thin body reappeared in the night camp.

   But he was not annoyed, but squatted on the ground with a smile on his face, and began to search for the good things of a few orcs.

   had no hope.

These old, weak, sick and disabled people who were left behind in the wetlands couldn’t possibly hide anything good, but surprises were surprises, and they came without warning. In the pocket of an orc wounded soldier with a broken leg, Black found a pair of Animal skin wrist.

   Very clan style.

After    is worn on the wrist, there are also new entries in the equipment slot.

   "Forest Bracers: Excellent quality. Weak protection."

Um.

   is just an entry, which is equivalent to none, and it is slightly tougher than ordinary leather armor, which makes Blake helplessly pouted. Now he can be considered to understand some equipment characteristics.

   The more entries, the better. For a boutique weapon like Werther's Leg, the description on the entry is "enhanced", which must be more powerful than "weak".

   But things of good quality are so rare. If you want to get lucky and find such excellent equipment as Werther's Legs, I don't know that you have to wait until the Year of the Monkey.

   And Blake's current dress is also quite interesting.

  The leather armor on his body was taken from the orcs. Because of the curse, he became like a thin bamboo pole, so the size of the leather armor did not fit.

   The trousers are hunting leather trousers, shorts style, with two bare legs, which do not affect the movement, and the leather boots on the feet are picked up from the murloc village.

   The size is just right, and it can protect the delicate toes. He wears a turban on the top of his head, and he looks like an Arab.

   This one is a mix and match style, not to mention whether it is beautiful or not.

   Now is not the time to be particular.

   He found a few more bottles of blood ring poison in the camp, and then poisoned the dagger and dagger again, so the leg of Werther was no longer needed, it was a blunt weapon.

   Knock it down on the head during a sneak attack, either unconscious or splitting the skull, the meaning of poisoning is really not great.

   "Then, the next step is Dun Modr."

   Taking advantage of the darkness, Blake went into stealth and walked tiptoe outside the camp. He hid in the shadows and looked at the end of the horizon, where he could vaguely see a small town in a valley.

  Typical dwarf style, built on the mountain.

   There were few buildings exposed on the surface, but the town was also lit, and the orcs who were patrolling rode behind the wolves, roaring out of the town and rushing further north.

   "If you can kill all the orcs in this town."

   Black licked his lips.

   A genius idea came to mind.

   If you can really do it, you can kill all the 400 orcs in the town of Dun Mod, then your thief class can be raised all the way to level 15, or even level 20.

   But think about it and know it's impossible.

  The people stationed there are not stragglers, old and sick, but true blood ring elites, and they also tame orc warrior wolves with a keen sense of smell and hearing.

   I'm afraid that Black will be discovered before he gets close, and then be cut into pieces by the berserk orcs.

   In this real world, there is no such thing as a level crushing and instant killing.

   He looked at Dun Mod a few more times, and finally retreated with regret. He planned to turn around elsewhere, find a few blood ring camps, and bully the old, the weak, the sick and the sick.

   "It's best to draw a small team of elite orcs to check, and then use the method of assassinating them one by one to grind them to death. In other words, elite orcs should be able to drop some good goods."

   Black thought so.

   glanced at his character card again.

   He found pessimistically that the warrior class had dropped by one more level and had already dropped to level 3. At this rate, he could stay in the wetlands for three or four days at most, so he had to hurry to the Arathi Highlands to find a priest to dispel the curse.

   But just ten minutes after Black left Dun Modder, he came to a hilly highland and planned to take a nap, but the little murloc in his arms suddenly croaked.

  Bumblebee shivered and hid in Black's arms, pointing his finger at the sky and covering his eyes with the other hand.

   Apparently freaked out by something.

  Black followed the claws of the little murloc, and the next moment was also startled.

   Above the quiet sky of the wetlands, under the stars, a huge black shadow was spreading its wings and flying towards the Arathi Highlands. It was far away and flew very high.

  Black could only vaguely see a shadow, but that thing was at least thirty meters long!

  Although Blake didn't need to breathe in the form of the undead curse, he instinctively held his breath for a moment, and covered the mouth of the little murloc in his arms.

That is

   A dragon!

   (end of this chapter)