MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-Chapter 16 15. Booty

   Chapter 16 15. Booty

  Black was carried by the Griffon Knight and returned to Dangarok Castle three hours later.

  The dwarves under the command of Captain Darren chased for several kilometers in one go, completely dispersing the orcs of the Bone-chewing clan. I have to say that the victory in this battle was brilliant.

   With three hundred remnants of the army, he defeated the orc clan twice his size, which is a brilliant victory in any race.

   As one of the most important components of this victory, when the assassin Black was sent back to the castle, he was naturally treated like a hero. Those dwarves who could still move stood by the castle and cheered him.

Captain    also opened a good barrel of dwarven ale himself, and invited Blake to drink with him.

   The Rib Man did not refuse.

   He was very tired and really needed a rest, but unexpectedly, after a fight with the dwarves who were best at drinking, Blake miraculously persevered to the end.

   This added to his image among the dwarves.

   This thin human assassin with the same size as ribs, can fight, has courage, and can drink so much. He has the stomach volume comparable to that of a dwarf drunkard. He is definitely a first-class hero and warrior among human beings.

   In fact, the cunning pirate is only a small cheat.

  When he was transferred to a pirate in his class, he got a very magical "alcoholic", probably expressing the dark humor that pirates are alcoholics.

   In short, with the blessing of this talent, Black drinks like water.

   doesn't mean you can't get drunk.

   But after a certain level of intoxication, there will be no more serious intoxication, no vomiting, and no fragmentation.

   But running to the toilet is a no-brainer.

   After all, human stomachs are just that big, even the Kul Tirans of the ocean kingdom.

   "I found this on that orc chieftain."

  At midnight, on the outskirts of Dangarok Castle, the drunk Blake was holding a bottle of wine in his hand, and he was holding a little murloc who was also drunk, still blowing bubbles, and took out something from his magic bag.

   handed it to Captain Darren, who was sitting cross-legged beside him on the barrel, enjoying tobacco with a pipe.

   With the burning torch next to him, the captain, who had also been drinking a little, took the thing and found that it was a strange weapon, which was heavy in his hand.

   That was a blade punch.

   The lower part is made into the shape of a wrist, and the upper part maintains a very orc-style ferocious machete, with a blood groove on the blade.

   At first glance, it is a sinister weapon.

   "Ah, this thing is also a rare weapon in the eyes of our dwarves. Only those orc lunatics and pirates will replace their fists with this kind of thing."

   Captain Darren is indeed a dwarf who is good at blacksmithing.

   He took the fist blade in his hand, looked at it a few times, then raised his head, exhaled a ring of smoke, and said to Black:

   "But the quality of this thing is very good. It should be made by the orc chieftain in their world. It's not like the craftsmanship of Azeroth. You gave it to me because you want me to find a blacksmith to help you change it?"

"Um."

  Blake poured a sip of wine into his mouth, wiped the wine stain from the corner of his mouth, and said to the dwarf:

   "In the whole of Azeroth, who doesn't know that you dwarves are best at forging iron and forging. It's rare for me to meet you, so please help me change it into a weapon suitable for me."

   He wiped the leg of Werther around his waist with some regret, and said to the captain:

   "My previous weapon was accidentally destroyed when I was chasing down orcs today, probably because it was used too hard recently, and I haven't taken care of it."

   "Well, this is not a bad habit a good soldier should have."

Captain    laughed and said to Blake with a spirit of wine:

   "Whether you are a warrior or an assassin, you must learn to treat the weapons in your hand kindly. If you treat them badly, they will punish you and leave you."

"yes."

  Blake raised his head sadly and looked at the moonlight above his head.

   He said in his heart:

   "Who knew that in this real world, weapons still have durability, and they will shatter when the durability is zero, but it is not displayed on the character card.

   is all about your own perception.

   I still use that murloc dagger quite smoothly, which is a pity. "

   "I'm going to change this weapon for you."

  Captain Darren smoked a bag of tobacco, patted his stomach, stood up staggeringly, and said to Black:

   "Although I am not a master blacksmith, I can still modify the weapon, and I will give it to you tomorrow at the latest. By the way, this is the trophy you got from an orc chieftain.

   Won't you give it a name? "

   "Blade Fist."

  Black took a sip of wine and said to the dwarf captain:

   "Let's call it Blade Fist."

   "Huh? The name is a bit weird, but it's okay, it's quite appropriate, it's both a fist and a blade..."

The captain    laughed and waved his hand, and staggered towards the castle.

  Blake watched him disappear, and shook his head, thinking that he didn't come up with the name, but this piece of equipment, called "Blade Fist".

   He glanced at the equipment slot of the character card.

   "Replica Blade Fist

  Excellent quality. Strengthened slashing. Strengthened bleeding. "

Um.

  Two "enhanced" entries.

   But in terms of attributes, it is better than the leg of Werther that Blake has used with ease. This is also the second sophisticated weapon he has obtained.

   Moreover, he risked this battle today, and what he got was not just an excellent weapon, nor just a skill.

—

   "I don't know what you Kul Tiras are like, but we dwarves don't like killing prisoners very much."

   Outside the castle, quite far away.

  Black carried the wine bottle and the pipe gifted by Captain Darren, and puffed the clouds in his mouth. The tobacco used by the dwarf was quite bursting, but after getting used to it, he could feel a unique aroma of wood.

   is a little addictive.

   And in this forest, Captain Darren's adjutant, the dwarf mountain ranger Greif, while comforting his pet, a big brown bear two or three circles bigger than himself, said to Black who appeared from the shadows:

   "If I didn't know that your situation is special, and you proved your bravery on the battlefield today, and you're not the kind of **** who bullies the soft and fears the hard, otherwise I won't help you."

   "Thanks, Lieutenant."

  Black took a look deeper into the forest. A group of dwarf musketeers in green mountain ranger uniforms were guarding a temporary camp.

   It was full of orc prisoners captured in the first battle today with ropes.

   Lots of people.

   There are about thirty people under the shadows.

   "How are you going to kill them, to honor your comrades who died in Khaz Modan?"

   Dwarf Greif is a chatterer.

   He was holding a gun that was taller than others, and asked curiously, Blake glanced at him and said seriously:

   "Our Third Fleet was completely wiped out in that sea area, and died in a conspiracy of the orcs. Not many people survived, but I still remember that our advance fleet had nearly 3,000 people.

   In my whole life, I will let these beasts who have no glory in their hearts exchange their lives for their lives!

   But, my comrades, don't want to see me become as mean as these invaders!

   Lend me a sword. "

  Black dropped the bottle, wiped his mouth, and said to the dwarf lieutenant:

   "I want to kill them one-on-one in battle! Don't interfere, if I die, it means that I am nothing more than that!"

"it is good!"

  's words made Greve, who was still a little uncomfortable, suddenly brighten his eyes. The dwarf hunter waved his hand and took off a one-handed axe from his waist and threw it to Black.

   The latter took it in his hand and glanced at the equipment slot.

   "Razor's Edge

  Excellent quality. Strengthened chopping. Strengthened swiftness. "

  Ho!

   Good guy.

   These dwarves are so good.

   As soon as you give it, it is a weapon of excellent quality. Judging from the rarity of this weapon, the seemingly ordinary dwarf in front of him is a little bit Greif, and it is estimated that he is also someone with a bit of background.

"You come!"

  Black stepped forward and walked to the orcs, took Werther's legs from his waist, and split the rope of an old orc with an axe. Beside him was a dwarf mountain ranger watching a play, and threw two short swords to the orc.

  The pirate raised his weapon, and the orc on the opposite side glanced at him.

   probably knew what Black meant, so he didn’t say much, just picked up the two swords in silence, and got ready for battle.

   "These berserk old-time orcs have long since fallen into a hopeless thirst for destruction when their entire race has been tempted by demons, but it's a good ending to give them a warrior.

   You can also practice skills easily. "

  Black stared at the orc in front of him and said in his heart:

   "Hela wants a warrior's soul, so I'll give her a warrior's soul. After tonight, my 'trial post' will be completed."

"Come!"

   He made a provocative gesture to the orc in front of him, and said in half-baked orc language:

   "I give you glory!"

   As soon as these words were said, the old orc on the opposite side was immediately stunned.

   Under the gazes of all the dwarves, the old orc lowered his head, as if recalling his youth, his body trembled, and when he raised his head, his eyes were already red.

   He bowed to Black.

   That is human etiquette.

   He was expressing his thanks.

maybe.

   This execution continued until the early hours of the morning.

   Thirty orcs were killed by Black in a duel one by one. They were exhausted from the day's fighting, and almost all of them were wounded when they were caught.

   And the gap in weapons is also obvious.

   This was not a fair fight, but no one complained about it, even the dwarves watching and the orcs who were killed.

   Thanks to their "payment", at dawn, Blake's pirate fighting skills and the newly learned saber stabbing skills have been improved from beginners to skilled.

   But only seventeen experience points were recorded, and the remaining thirteen, which were combined with the orcs killed before, were combined into fifty, and they were all thrown into the spirit lamp.

  Black looked at the status bar of the character card.

   As he watched, there were words changing:

  Character Card: "Orc Killer" Drake Proudmoore (Blake Shaw)

   INFO: Kul Tiras human, 19 years old

  Status: Mortal body. Hell messenger

  The curse was transformed into a new state. At this moment, Black seemed to hear the real surging tide in his ears, and his perception was also strengthened.

   The soul-inducing lamp in hand has officially become an equipment.

   And the "Spirit Hunter" in the title column also became wearable, but Black didn't wear it immediately, because he was talking about Dwarf Griff and was still chatting around him.

   "Huh? You said you wanted to learn hunting with me?"

   This dwarf mountain ranger hunter with a large brown bear as a pet will lean on his pet's soft mane and drink while watching Black.

   His dwarf's generous face, which was mostly covered by beards, showed a rather strange smile.

Say:

   "Okay, I can teach you.

   But you don't have to learn it. The skills of mountain rangers are unique to us dwarves. It is the blessing of the earth. Many humans want to learn it, but none of them have learned it.

   It's the long ears of Quel'Thalas. They also have very powerful hunters called Rangers. I heard that you humans have a genius.

   Just over a year ago, he became the first human ranger to join the Farstrider Legion.

  What's his name?

   Maris? "

   Greif chattered about the stories he had heard, and Black sat cross-legged in front of him, his expression equally subtle.

   Above the translucent character card, the previous scene appeared again, and a line of small characters was beating.

   "Level 35 Mountaineer/Level 25 Beastmaster/Level 1 Shadowguard Sentinel, Bronzebeard Dwarf Griff. Madheart, teaching you hunter skills."

   "Sure enough."

  Blake's heart moved.

   This seemingly ordinary dwarf second lieutenant is not ordinary.

   With his 35th-level Mountain Ranger rank, as long as he seizes the opportunity, it is estimated that he can kill today's Orc Chieftain Skull Splitter with one shot. Black is an uncompromising rookie in front of him.

   And, most importantly, Greif's 1st-level Shadowguard Sentinel class is .

  Legendary class!

  If Black didn't read the name wrong, it means that the chattering dwarf in front of him is a member of the Legendary Hunters of Azeroth and the Secret Passage?

   This guy is an elite template?

   No wonder Dangarok Castle was besieged by the orcs for so many days, but it didn't fall, probably this guy was quietly supporting it.

   But he was lurking in the Hillsbrad Hills, what was he investigating?

   Devil?

   (end of this chapter)