Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 78 77. The death of the madman

   Ravenholdt is an Assassin Order, but it's not just Assassins.

   It supplies a lot of special goods to members, including flares made by master engineers.

   This kind of thing that makes countless rookie assassins grit their teeth with hatred, will bring endless light.

   But the special flare in Black's hand was not bought from the Assassin League, but a gift from the little dwarf Kelsey Steel Sparkle.

  God knows why this smart dwarf, what kind of thinking and thinking, would give an assassin flare as a gift.

   But I have to say that this specially-made reinforced flare has indeed brought a great advantage to Black's shadow trial at this time.

The    flares slowly fell from the sky.

   It didn't last long, only about half a minute, but during this half minute, neither Black nor the old orc assassin could get into the shadows.

   Two assassins, now like warriors, fight to the death in the burning camp.

  The old orc lost his left hand.

   But he can still move his right hand.

   And it can be seen from the red light in his eyes that this guy drank the blood of the devil, that stuff full of fel energy, and the wound on his arm quickly stopped bleeding.

   Although it will not heal immediately.

   But also get rid of the trouble that blood loss can bring to combat.

  Breaking an arm didn't seem to affect the old assassin's movements. He and Blake danced like a veneer dance in the flames. You come and go.

   Relying on the weird dagger in his hand, he could block Black's weapons with precision every time.

   Pirates have a huge advantage in melee combat.

   In addition to his assassin fighting skills, he also has fighting skills from the elves such as the Farstrider Blade Dance, and after entering the battle, the blessing of the weapon master and hunting stimulation talent makes Black more and more fierce.

   He dodged nimbly, and then fought back fiercely like a mongoose.

   He succeeded in one strike, never greedy for the sword, and quickly returned to the dodging state again, but in less than ten seconds of fighting, he left several wounds on the old orc.

   If it goes on like this, he will win for sure.

   But the old orcs are not easy to deal with. To be able to teach a disciple like Garona shows that he has already excelled in combat skills. Although he is missing a hand, he is still deadly.

  “Shu”

  Black avoided the dagger piercing of the old orc with a short body, leaned his footsteps, and slashed the orc's waist and neck with the thrashing blade and blade fist in his hand.

   It stands to reason that he should hide.

   But not the old orc.

   Not only did it not, but it was like suicide.

   actively slammed his waist and abdomen against Black's dagger, and at the same moment, the dagger in his right hand was thrown behind him, as if he had voluntarily dropped the weapon.

   The five separated fingers rubbed the blade fist and buckled on Black's wrist.

"Roar!"

   The orc roared as the blood splattered from his own waist.

   His already crimson eyes turned even redder, and his entire body's strength suddenly increased. Under the **** frenzy of the orc talent, he slammed the right hand that was buckled on Black's wrist backwards.

   simultaneously swiped and kicked the pirate's chest at close range.

   This big action caused the wound on his waist to be cut even more, but the huge impact also stopped Black's dodging, as if being hit by a bull, he swayed back two steps, and glanced at his left hand.

   The blade fist in his hand was taken away by the old orc.

  Blake's five fingers were cut and hurt because of the opponent's dangerous "disarm" action.

   But in front of him, the old orc grinned, showing a bloodthirsty and cruel smile, grabbed the blade fist, and buckled it towards his broken wrist.

  This is the correct way to use the Blade Fist!

The    was so rudely installed that the hidden buckles added by the dwarf when transforming this weapon were like barbs, stabbing into the flesh and blood of his severed arm, and the pain caused the old assassin to grin and twitch.

   But that’s okay.

   The 'weapon' he lost when Blake broke his hand is now back.

   The old orc took two steps back, and in the blood dripping from his left hand, he bent down, picked up the dagger thrown just now by his feet, and moved his fingers nimbly.

   Let the black dagger spin in the palm of his hand and be held by the backhand.

  He raised his head, grinned at Blake, and waved the blade fist on his left hand, which was very provocative.

  Blake's eyes narrowed.

   This beastman in front of him is very powerful.

   It's not just his fighting skills, but his personality, which is absolutely extraordinary.

   Pirate did lose Blade Fist, but he still had weapons.

   This will simply put the Thrashing Blade back into his waist, and take out the Orc Sword Saint Lantresor's Master Warblade from his luggage, clench his hands, and aim the straight blade with the elemental spell at the orc in front of him.

   At the same time, he threw a scout on him, and the information returned was extremely mysterious:

   "Kinister".? ? ?

   Mortal Body. Serious Injury. Poisoning. Fel Enhancement. Covering Shadow. Bloody Rage

   Level 60 Assassin/Level 45 Wolf Cavalry

"Um?"

   The moment he saw this information, Blake's brows furrowed, but it didn't affect his combat action. He stepped forward with his sword in hand, and slashed forward with a master-level military swordsmanship cleave, forcing the old orc back.

   The latter retreated lightly, his legs like springs charged with power.

   As soon as Black's second knife hit his head, he kicked his legs straight, jumped over the pirate's head, and took advantage of the situation to slash his blade fist, leaving a bloodstain on the pirate's shoulder.

   He is dragging time!

   Flare is about to fall to the ground.

   Once the shadow returns, he can immediately use high-level combat skills similar to death from the sky to defeat Black on the spot.

   But the pirates were thinking about a very complicated issue at this moment.

  Title, he has come into contact with a lot.

   is definitely not a title that can be obtained by killing someone casually. The title of the old orc assassin in front of him is "kinslayer".

   Garona also said that he was the one who assassinated Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf clan.

   But as far as Black knows, there are not many of Durotan's relatives alive now, the most famous is the chief of the Thunder King clan "Wolf King" Fenris.

   It was Durotan's older brother who broke away from the Frostwolf clan. The story between the two is already old, and it happened before the orcs invaded Azeroth, and it had nothing to do with the battle at hand.

   However, in addition to the assassin rank, this old orc also has a very incompatible wolf cavalry profession. The most famous wolf cavalry in the orc clan are from the Thunder King clan and the Frostwolf clan.

   So, this old orc is a member of the Thunder King clan? Fenris' child?

Do not.

   Wrong!

  The age is not right, he is so old, at least he is the same age as Durotan and Fenris, so he is

   "Ganar!"

   At the moment when the old orc fit in, the flare just fell to the ground.

  The light dissipated, and the darkness returned. Blake also stepped forward with a knife. He looked at the pair of red eyes in front of him.

   shouted sharply:

   "You are Gar'nar! The second son of the old chieftain of the Frostwolf, Garad, the younger brother of the wolf king Fenris! The elder brother of the chief Durotan! Thrall's uncle

  You killed your brother with your own hands in the chaos of Hillsbrad Hills! And leave your own nephew on human territory to die!

  You kin-killing beast! "

The identity of   , which has been hidden for many years, was immediately smashed by the human in front of him, making the old orc assassin wearing the ancient monster skin hat widen his eyes for a moment.

   is like the biggest secret in the heart, being exposed in broad daylight.

   was like an invisible war hammer, hitting his heart, making him tremble. At the moment of jumping into the shadows, the process that should have been smooth and smooth also made mistakes.

   This mistake was so big that the shadow fluctuations he set off made a novice like Blake clearly feel it.

  The pirate stopped the forward charge with one step, the black war blade in his hand followed the feeling, slashed sideways, and slashed fiercely behind him, like a prophet, following the end of the shadow fluctuation.

   slashed the old orc who appeared from the shadows with a slash in the head, slashing on the shoulder, as if the old orc took the initiative to send his shoulder up and slashed at Black.

   Blood splattered everywhere, the blade stuck into the bone, and the old orc screamed and fell to his knees.

  Black let go of the sword and pulled out a thrashing blade.

   took a step forward, lifted the old orc's hair with his right hand, and clasped it on his head.

The    dagger brought a black line in the reflection of the flame, and it struck out in a shadowy manner, as if rolling black smoke, a sword pierced the eyes of the old orc.

  Blood splattered, sharp blades pierced into the brain.

   The pirate's right hand was loosened, and the dead body in his hand slumped to the ground.

   at that very moment.

   He truly captured the waves that this guy made when he walked through the shadows. Although it was caused by the mistakes of the old assassin, the unique vibration rhythm of the shadows.

   is like a beautiful song tone, once you hear it, you will never forget it again.

   "The 'resonance coordination' that Garona has been emphasizing, it turns out to be this."

  Blake grinned in the darkness, he touched his already numb waist and abdomen, and glanced at his blood-stained right hand, the shadows in the darkness surrounded him.

   is the same as before, but it seems to be different again.

   He has learned from the mistakes of others how to coordinate with the vibrations of the shadows.

   This is a kind of power, you can't wave it roughly, you must feel its fluctuations, and then melt into it like ink into water.

   is easy to say.

   But it's too hard to do.

   If it wasn't for this battle, he estimated that he would need to practice for a long time to grasp this shadow mystery that requires extreme precision to perceive.

  Black looked back at the old orc with a sword in his eyes, he touched his forehead with his hand, a translucent character card appeared in front of him, and the blockade of the pirate class had been touched.

   The better news is that his Shadow Affinity talent has changed from mid-level to high-level, and he has one more talent.

  Covered Shadow: Stealth Proficiency +1.

   "Cool!"

  Blake grinned, and the experience gained from the old orc Gar'nar was thrown into the pirate class. This guy is an elite monster with a lot of background, and it is basically a very powerful wave under the legend.

   is another one-on-one kill, full of gold.

   Therefore, the experience is quite generous, allowing the pirate rank to be promoted three times in a row.

   Moreover, a very good weapon was harvested.

  The pirate squatted down, pulled his blade and fist off the old orc's left arm, looked at the sticky blood and minced meat with disgust, and took the black dagger from the old orc's right hand.

  The wavy blade is perfectly balanced, and on the blade of the dagger, there are odd things like black scales.

   He glanced at the character card.

   is indeed a familiar "old friend":

   Demon Strike

  Epic Quality

  Extremely effective combo. Strengthen piercing. Strengthen sharpness. Strengthen magic breaking

  Blake whistled, grabbed the black dagger in his hand, and made a piercing motion forward, as if activated by magic, only stabbed a knife, and the second phantom stabbed along the trajectory.

  One knife is equal to two knives.

  Ouhuang in his hand is equivalent to an extra hand.

   "He has two, and one should be there"

  Black looked left and right and turned around, and saw the sneaky little murloc Bumbleba, holding a very familiar thing standing in a dim light.

  In the magic box that has been opened, the round crystal ball exudes a faint purple light in the dark night.

   Murlocs seem to hate this power.

   When Blake turned his head, he saw that the little fishman claws the other demon strike it picked up, and stabbed the crystal ball fiercely.

   "No! You stupid idiot murloc! Put down my gear."

   "Don't touch that!"

   (end of this chapter)