Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Ravenholdt is an assassin organization, but its members are not just assassins.

It supplies many special goods to its members, including flares handmade by master engineers.

This thing that makes countless rookie assassins gnash their teeth with hatred, something that will bring endless light.

However, the special flare in Blake's hand was not bought from the Assassin's League, but a gift from the little dwarf Kelsey Steelspark.

God knows why this smart dwarf gave an assassin a flare as a gift.

But it has to be said that this specially made enhanced flare does bring a great advantage to Blake's shadow trial at this time.

Flares slowly fell from the sky.

It did not last long, only about half a minute, but during this half minute, neither Blake nor the old orc assassin could enter the shadow.

The two assassins, now like warriors, fought 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 devil's blood. The thing full of evil energy made the wound on his arm stop bleeding quickly.

Although it won't heal immediately.

But it also gets rid of the trouble that blood loss would bring to the battle.

The loss of an arm did not seem to affect the old assassin's movements. He and Black were dancing side by side in the flames, going back and forth.

With the weird dagger in his hand, he could always accurately block the weapons wielded by Blake.

And pirates have great advantages in close combat.

In addition to assassin combat skills, he also has fighting skills from the elves such as Farstrider Blade Dance. Coupled with the blessing of weapon master and hunting stimulation talents after entering the battle, Black fights more and more fiercely.

He dodged nimbly, and then counterattacked as fiercely as a mongoose.

The blow was successful, and he was not greedy. He quickly returned to the dodge state again, but in less than ten seconds of fighting, he left several more wounds on the old orc.

If this continues, it is certain that he will win.

But the old orc is not easy to deal with. Being able to teach a disciple like Garona shows that he is already outstanding in combat skills. Even though he is missing one hand, he is still deadly.

"Shua"

Blake ducked down to avoid the old orc's dagger, tilted his steps, and slashed at the orc's waist and neck with the striking blade and blade fist in his hand.

Logically speaking, he should hide.

But the old orc didn't.

Not only did it not happen, it was like committing suicide.

He actively bumped his waist and abdomen against Blake's dagger. At the same moment, he threw the dagger in his right hand behind him, as if he had actively thrown away the weapon.

The five separated fingers rubbed the blade fist and clasped on Blake's wrist.

"Roar!"

The orc roared as blood splattered from his own waist.

His already red eyes became even redder, and his whole body's strength suddenly increased. In the bloody and violent state of the orc's talent, he swiped back the right hand that was clasped on Blake's wrist.

At the same time, he swung his foot and kicked the pirate in the chest at close range.

This big movement caused the wound on his waist to be cut even larger, but the huge impact also stopped Blake's dodge. As if he was hit by a bull, he staggered 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 painful because of his opponent's dangerous "disarming" action.

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

This is the correct way to use Blade Fist!

It was installed so roughly that the hidden buckle added by the dwarf when he modified the weapon was like a barb, piercing into the flesh and blood of his severed arm. The pain caused the old assassin to grin and twitch.

But it doesn't matter.

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

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

Let the black dagger rotate in the palm of your hand and hold it in your backhand.

He raised his head, grinned at Black, and waved the upright blade fist of his left hand, the provocation was extremely obvious.

Blake's eyes narrowed.

The orc in front of me is very powerful.

It's not just about his fighting skills, but his character, which is definitely not ordinary.

The pirate did lose his bladefist, but he still had his weapon.

At this time, he simply inserted the Thrash Blade back into his waist, took out the Master Blade of the Half-Orc Sword Master Lantrisso from his bag, clenched it with both hands, and pointed the straight blade engraved with elemental charms at the orc in front of him.

At the same time, a detective was dropped on him, and the information returned was extremely mysterious:

"Parricide".? ? ?

Mortal body. Seriously injured. Poisoned. Enhanced by evil energy. Shadow covering the body. Bloody rage.

Level 60 Assassin/Level 45 Wolf Cavalry

"Um?"

The moment he saw this information, Blake frowned, but it did not affect his fighting movements. He stepped forward with his sword and struck forward with a master-level military swordsmanship cleave, forcing the old orc back.

The latter retreated lightly, his legs like springs accumulating power.

The moment Black's second knife hit his head, he straightened his legs, jumped over the pirate's head, and slashed with his blade fist, leaving a bloody mark on the pirate's shoulder.

He's buying time!

The flare is about to hit the ground.

Once the shadow returns, he can immediately use high-level combat skills similar to Death from the Sky to defeat Blake on the spot.

But the pirate was thinking about a very complicated problem at this moment.

He has been exposed to a lot of titles.

You definitely don't get a title just by killing someone casually. The title of the old orc assassin in front of you is "Parricide".

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

But as far as Blake knows, there are not many relatives of Durotan still alive. The most famous one is "Wolf King" Fenris, the chief of the Thunder King clan.

That was Durotan's brother who broke away from the Frostwolf clan. The story between these two people is an old story, and it happened before the orcs invaded Azeroth, and has nothing to do with the battle at hand.

However, in addition to the assassin class, this old orc also has a very incongruous 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?

No.

wrong!

His age doesn't match up, he is so old, at least he is the same generation as Durotan and Fenris, so he is

"Janal!"

The moment the old orc pounced, the flare hit the ground.

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

Shout loudly:

"You are Jarnar! The second son of the old Frostwolf Chief Garad, the younger brother of Wolf King Fenris! The older brother of Chief Durotan! Thrall's uncle

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

You parricide beast! "

The identity that had been hidden for many years was exposed by the human in front of him at this moment, making the old orc assassin wearing an ancient monster skin hat widen his eyes for a moment.

It was like the biggest secret in my heart was exposed in broad daylight.

It was like an invisible war hammer, hitting his heart, making him tremble. At the moment when he jumped into the shadow, there were mistakes in what should have been a smooth and smooth process.

This mistake was so big that even a novice like Blake could clearly feel and capture the shadow fluctuations he caused.

The pirate stopped his forward movement in one step, followed the feeling with the black blade in his hand, slashed sideways, and slashed hard behind him, following the end point of the shadow fluctuation as if he had no idea.

He swung his sword and gave the old orc who emerged from the shadows a blow in the head, hitting it on the shoulder. His gesture was as if the old orc took the initiative to send his shoulder up for Blake to kill.

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

Blake let go of the sword and drew out the Thrash Blade.

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

The short sword brought up a black line in the reflection of the flames, and the shadow strike was like a black smoke, and the sword pierced the old orc's eye.

Blood splattered everywhere and a sharp knife entered his brain.

The pirate let go of his right hand, and the lifeless body in his hand collapsed to the ground.

Just at that moment.

He really captured the ripples this guy caused when he walked through the shadows. Although it was caused by the old assassin's mistake, it was the unique vibrating rhythm of the shadows.

Just like the beautiful tone of a song, once you hear it, you can never forget it.

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

Blake grinned in the darkness. He touched his numb waist and abdomen, and then glanced at his blood-stained right hand. Shadows in the darkness surrounded him.

It's the same as before, but it seems different.

He had learned from the mistakes of others how to attune to the vibrations of the shadows.

This is a kind of power. You cannot wave it roughly. You must feel its fluctuations and then blend into it like ink entering water.

It's easy to say.

But it is too difficult to do.

If it weren't for this battle, he would have needed to practice for a long time to master the secret of shadows that required extreme precision to detect.

Blake looked back at the old orc with a sword in his eye. He touched his forehead with his hand. The translucent character card appeared in front of his eyes. The blockade of the pirate class had been touched.

The better news is that his Shadow Affinity talent has been changed from intermediate to advanced, and he has one more talent.

Covering Shadow: Stealth proficiency +1.

"Cool!"

Blake grinned, and threw the experience gained from the old orc Janar into the pirate class. This guy was considered an elite monster with a good background, and he was basically considered to be a very powerful one under the legend.

Another one-on-one kill, full of gold content.

Therefore, the experience is quite generous, allowing the pirate class to be upgraded three levels in a row.

Moreover, I got a very good weapon.

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

It has a wave blade shape and perfect balance. On the dagger blade, there is something weird like black scales.

He glanced at the character card.

It is indeed a familiar "old friend":

Devil's Strike

epic quality

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

Blake whistled, grabbed the black dagger in his hand, and made a piercing motion. It was like magic was activated. Only one knife was pierced, and a second phantom followed the trajectory and pierced out.

One sword equals two swords.

Holding Ou Huang in your hand is like having an extra hand.

"He has two, and one should be there."

Blake looked around and turned around, and saw the sneaky little fishman Benbolba, standing in the dim light holding a very familiar thing.

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

The little fishman seems to hate this kind of power.

When Blake turned around, he saw the little fish man holding another Devil's Strike he picked up with his claws and stabbing the crystal ball hard.

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

"Don't touch that!"