Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Ha ha"

The orc messenger riding on the wolf was panting heavily. He held the reins in his left hand and leaned his whole body on the black wolf saddle.

His right hand was hanging low by his side, and blood was constantly flowing from the wound on his shoulder.

His right shoulder was hit by a hot lead bullet. The soft bullet entered the flesh and opened a large wound, paralyzing less than half of the orc messenger's body.

Damn human assassins, soaked in lead bullets!

How despicable!

The orc messenger cursed, but he did not dare to stop. He pressed his legs against the wolf's back and let out a cry from his throat, making the beast under his crotch run faster.

He was an elite messenger from the Hillsbrad Hills to the Arathi Highlands, but was ambushed by the dwarves near Thoradin's Wall. The bones of the five warriors who accompanied him have been buried in this human land.

He was the only one left.

He must escape, not only because of his desire for life, but also because he carries an important document communicated from the top of the tribe.

This thing must not fall into human hands!

"Whoosh"

A strange sound came from behind the orc messenger. The injured orc suddenly thrust his body outwards, narrowly avoiding the thing that flew past him like a sharp blade.

But this is not a throwing knife or a throwing axe.

It's a hook lock.

It was shaped like a claw buckle and was buckled on the wolf's reins. The orc's eyes widened, but it was too late to push the thing away. The next moment, the hook lock was straightened.

The kinetic energy brought by it dragged the skinny assassin who appeared from the broken shadow and flew from behind like an arrow.

"Snapped"

Wearing black leather armor, a full-covered hood, and covering most of his face with a black face scarf, the human sat lightly behind the running wolf.

As if dancing face-to-face with the orc messenger, he leaned close behind the roaring orc in a "lover"-like posture, raised his left hand, and gently brushed the orc's neck like a lover's touch.

The front end of the blade fist was as sharp as a knife. When it grazed the orc's throat, it was pulled back violently. The black blades with sharp edges on both sides immediately cut into the orc's flesh like a sickle.

"Ouch!"

The black wolf felt the breath of death.

The ferocious beast jumped up and down, trying to save the owner who was dying behind him, but the next moment, the black Werther's leg was strong enough to hit the wolf on the head.

Let the beast whimper like a puppy.

The moment the black-clothed assassin jumped out, he was slashed by a black sinister blade fist, cutting off most of his neck.

"Wow"

The wolf slid out with its owner and rolled several times on the ground. It also tried to get up, but its severed neck quickly took away its life.

And its owner left the world of the living first.

Before the souls of one person and one beast could leave the body, they were bound by milky white light and quickly dragged back into the soul-inducing lamp on the waist of the human assassin.

It's like being eaten.

Their end will not be too good. If they fall into the hands of that crazy woman Hela, life worse than death will become the norm in their afterlife.

"Number 97."

Black moved his numb left hand. The wolf warrior rushed too fast just now, and when he jumped over with a jumping hook lock, his wrist suffered huge kinetic energy for a moment.

But not serious enough to be injured.

He glanced at the Blade Fist on his left hand. Although this thing didn't look good, its lethality was amazing, especially after it was coated with the poison of the Blood Ring Clan.

Let it become a sharp weapon to seal one's throat at the sight of blood.

But Blade Fist is a weird weapon after all, and you need to pay attention to skills when using it. Blake has been practicing the use of this thing hard these days.

Now it seems that the effect is remarkable.

"puff"

The orc messenger's head was chopped off and thrown into the magic bag. Black squatted down again and searched in the orc's backpack.

It didn't give me much confidence.

Obtaining the Blade Fist seemed to have spent all his luck. In the past three or four days, he and the dwarf Greif had hunted together, and he had killed at least more than forty orcs.

But it was really annoying to not get even a single weapon or equipment of excellent quality.

"Huh? This is..."

Blake found a letter wrapped in animal skin in the pocket of the orc messenger. He looked at the stamp on it, which was a clan symbol.

If he remembered correctly, it should be the mark of the Blackstone clan.

"Maybe it was signed by Orgrim himself."

The pirate thought so and quickly opened the letter, which was handwritten in orc language.

To ordinary soldiers, it would be like reading a book from heaven.

But Blake was an anomaly.

Not only could he understand the orcish language, but he could also read the orcish writing. It was like he was born with full-level language talent in the game. After just glancing at the envelope, Blake immediately stood up straight.

This letter is not long.

But the content is not simple, and the words and sentences are full of the rough style of the orcs.

"Dead Eye, we have received a battle report from the Arathi Highlands.

As I expected, your clan has disappointed us all.

With the help of dragons from the Dragonmaw clan, you haven't even taken down a single Stromgarde. Perhaps the fear of death has weakened the courage of you once brave hunters.

It's no wonder that the warchief won't let you join the frontal battlefield. Obviously your stupid failure in Khaz Modan has made the warchief give up on you.

I would like to personally ask you, a frail old dog, how difficult it is to hunt down a group of dwarfs who look like chickens?

But you let them escape back to that mechanical bunker city.

For more than a year, you haven't even been able to break through the gate of that mechanical bunker!

What a disgrace to the tribe!

But it doesn't matter.

You blood-ringed wastes may be able to contribute to the tribe’s cause in another way!

The warchief had set off for a new battlefield a few days ago. We very much suspected that Gul'dan, that black-hearted bastard, had deceived him with intrigues.

But the Amani Trolls are a much-needed ally.

The large number of soldiers they brought is worth the risk at this moment, but we also have to admit that the humans in northern Xinjiang are tougher and more difficult to deal with than their compatriots in southern Xinjiang.

Especially Lothar, the commander-in-chief of the human coalition. His strategic vision reminded me of the wise Durotan. Unfortunately, our fellow wise man has died in a despicable assassination.

We cannot let humans detect the Warchief's intentions, we must attract the attention of humans for the Warchief.

I ask you and the trash in your clan to speed up the attack on Stromgarde. My brave warriors and I will also support you on the hilly battlefield!

We have to get at least half a month.

If you can't even do this well, believe me, Dead Eye, there is no need for human knights to hunt you down. My sword and I will personally take away your cowardly life one night!

remember!

This is your last chance to prove yourself! "

Blake finished reading the letter.

At the bottom of the letter, there is a clan emblem with flames wrapped around a sharp blade.

This is the symbol of the Burning Blade Clan.

This letter was written to Kilrogg Deadeye, the chief of the Bleeding Ring orcs who was besieging Stromgarde in the Arathi Highlands. He was the chief of the Bleeding Ring clan.

A hero of the tribe, it is said that he is also the eldest among all the current chiefs of the big clans. No wonder the chief of the Burning Blade Clan contemptuously calls him "old dog".

These cruel guys are really unscrupulous. They have such contempt for an old man and have no moral ethics at all.

But that's not the point.

The focus is on the information revealed in the letter.

"Orgrim secretly took half of the orcs to Quel'Thalas! He went to find an alliance with the Amani forest trolls to attack the Silvermoon City of the high elves.

Plan to open a second battlefield in northern Xinjiang! "

Blake squinted his eyes, put away the blood-stained letter and put it into his bag.

He went on to think:

"Just like the memory in my mind, it is completely consistent with the direction of the world line. Lothar's heavy defenses in the northern border really made Orgrim unable to find any possibility of breakthrough.

He is indeed the last blood descendant of Emperor Thoradin. Marshal Lothar's strategic vision is rare in all of Azeroth. "

He sighed and looked back in the direction of Dangarok Castle.

The group of dwarves were very warm and hospitable, and their energy was as full as the legend said. In the past four days, before they had recovered their strength, they started hunting orcs everywhere. Blake followed them and "mixed" many heads.

To be honest, he quite liked being with those dwarves, but they were a bit noisy.

He stroked his forehead and glanced at the translucent character card in front of him. The change in rank was quite large compared to four days ago.

Character Card: "Soul Hunter" Derek Proudmoore (Black Shaw)

Class: Level 17 Pirate/Level 3 Hunter/Aerial

New talent: Perception enhancement

The main reason is that a second class has been added, which comes from the teachings of the mysterious mountain ranger Greif Crazy Heart. When you obtain the hunter class, you will have a new perception talent.

But the class has not yet reached level 5 and no skills have been acquired.

Based on Black's four days of killing, the experience gained shouldn't be so little, but the problem is that at least half of the experience was sacrificed to the soul-inducing lamp.

Hela has a huge appetite.

This crappy thing is equivalent to a walking experience-devouring machine. The problem is that Black can't leave it alone, partly because he can't afford to offend Hades.

Mainly because of the title of "Spirit Hunter", which is so fragrant.

Compared with the title of "Orc Killer", after wearing the title of Soul Hunter, Blake's every attack will be accompanied by a weak soul piercing.

The ability to kill the orc messenger so easily just now was due to this powerful special effect.

The physical pain may be exempted by Will, but the piercing of the soul is too painful, enough to distract a brave warrior for a moment during the battle.

For an assassin, a moment of distraction means the battle is over.

"But it's not going to work like this."

Blake whispered as he walked back:

"This way the upgrade speed will be seriously slowed down. We have to find a way to make up for the loss. Maybe we can find some elite monsters to enjoy the huge experience.

As for ordinary monsters, just give them.

Think of it as spending money to buy a passive skill, no loss at all. "

"Blake! Come on! Reinforcements are coming to the castle!"

Just as he approached the dwarf castle with brisk steps, he heard Captain Darren Tieshan's signature broken voice. The dwarf captain seemed very happy.

The new pirates also became interested.

Didn't I say a few days ago that the fighting in the hilly areas was tense and that there were no extra reinforcements sent? Where did this new batch of reinforcements come from?

As a result, Blake ran to the bottom of the castle hill to take a look.

Huo, good guy!

It's not a human being.

It's a group of elves! A bunch of long ears!