Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 16 15. Trophy

It was three hours later when Bu Laike was carried by the Griffin Rider and returned to Danga Locke Castle.

The dwarves commanded by Captain Darren chased them for several kilometers in one breath, and completely dispersed the orcs of the Bonchewer clan. It must be said that the victory in this battle was brilliant.

With 300 remnants, he defeated an orc clan that was twice as large as his own. In any race, it could be called a brilliant victory.

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

The captain also personally opened a barrel of excellent dwarven ale, and invited Bo Laike to drink the good wine.

Ribs did not refuse.

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

This added to his image among the dwarves.

This skinny human assassin, who was as thin as a rib, was capable of fighting, courageous, and so drinkable. He had a belly comparable to that of a dwarf alcoholic. He was definitely a first-class hero and warrior among humans.

In fact, the cunning pirates cheated only a little.

When he was transferred to a pirate, among the talents he got, there was a very magical "drunkard", probably a black humor expressing that all pirates are drunkards.

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

It's not that you won't get drunk.

But after being drunk to a certain level, there will be no more serious drunkenness, no vomiting, and no fragmentation.

But going to the toilet is out of the question.

After all, the human stomach is only that big, even for the Kul Tirans in the ocean kingdom.

"I found this on the orc chieftain."

At midnight, on the outskirts of Locke Castle in Danga, the drunken Bo Laike held a bottle of wine in his hand and held a murloc in his arms who was also drunk and was still bubbling. He took out something from his magic suitcase.

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

With the help of the burning torch next to it, the captain, who was also a little drunk, took the thing and found that it was a weird weapon with a heavy hand.

It was a blade fist.

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

It looks like a vicious weapon.

"Ah, this thing is also a rare weapon in the eyes of us 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 forging.

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

"However, this thing is very fine. It should be made by the orc chief in their world. It doesn't look like Azeroth's craftsmanship. You gave it to me because you want me to find a blacksmith to help you change it?"

"Ok."

Bo Laike took a sip of wine, wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, and said to the dwarf:

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

He wiped Werther's leg at his waist with some regret, and said to the captain:

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

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

The captain laughed and said to Bo Laike with a strong drink:

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

"Yes."

Bu Laike raised his head sadly, looking at the moonlight above his head.

He said in his heart:

"Who knew that in the real world, weapons actually have durability. When the durability reaches zero, it will be broken directly, but it is not displayed in the character card.

It's all up to you to perceive.

I can still use that murloc dagger quite smoothly, what a pity. "

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

Captain Darren smoked a bag of tobacco, patted his belly, got up unsteadily, and said to Bo Laike:

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

Won't you give it a name? "

"Blade Fist."

Bo Laike took a sip of his wine and said to the dwarf captain:

"Just 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 hands, and staggered towards the castle.

Bu Laike watched him disappear, but also shook his head, thinking that he did not invent the name, but this piece of equipment, called "Blade Fist".

He glanced at the equipment column of the character card.

"Imitation Blade Fist

Excellent quality. Enhanced hacking. Enhanced bleeding. "

Ok.

Two "strengthening" entries.

But in terms of attributes, it is better than the Werther's leg that Laike has used so well. This is also the second excellent weapon he got.

Moreover, he took the risk of this battle today, and what he gained was not just an excellent weapon, nor just a skill.

——

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

Outside the castle, quite far away.

Bo Laike was holding the wine bottle and the pipe gifted by Captain Darren, puffing on his mouth. The tobacco used by the dwarf was quite bursting, but after he got used to it, he could feel a unique aroma of wood.

It's kind of addicting.

And in this forest, Captain Darren's adjutant, the dwarf mountain ranger Greif, comforted his big brown bear pet two or three circles older than himself, and said to Bu Laike 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 weren't the kind of bastard who bullies the weak and fears the hard, otherwise I wouldn't help you."

"Thanks, Lieutenant."

Laike glanced further into the forest, where a group of dwarf musketeers in green mountaineer robes were guarding a makeshift camp.

It was full of orc captives captured in today's battle with ropes.

There are many people.

There were about thirty people in the shadows.

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

Greif, the dwarf, was a chatty fellow.

Leaning on a gun that was taller than others, he asked curiously, while Bu Laike glanced at him and said seriously:

"Our Third Fleet was completely wiped out in that sea area, and died due to the 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 orcs who have no honor in their hearts exchange their lives for their lives!

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

Lend me a sword. "

Bo Laike dropped the wine bottle, wiped his mouth, and said to the dwarf ensign:

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

"it is good!"

What he said made Greif, who was still a little uncomfortable in his heart, suddenly brighten up. The dwarf hunter took a one-handed ax from his back with a wave and threw it to Bo Laike.

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

"The Razor's Edge

Excellent quality. Strengthen chopping. Strengthen swiftness. "

Huo!

Good guy.

There are so many good things about these dwarves.

Just give it away, it is a high-quality weapon. Judging from the rarity of this weapon, the seemingly ordinary dwarf Slightly Greif in front of him is probably someone with some background.

"You come!"

Bu Laike stepped forward to those orcs, pulled Werther's leg from his waist, and split the rope of an old orc with an axe. There were also dwarves watching a show, and threw two daggers to the orc.

The pirate raised his weapon, and the orc across the way glanced at him.

He probably knew what Bu Laike meant, so he didn't say much, just picked up the two swords silently, and got ready to fight.

"These violent orcs of the old age have long since fallen into a hopeless desire for destruction when the entire race was tempted by demons, but it is not bad to give them a warrior.

You can also practice your skills. "

Bu Laike stared at the orc in front of him, and said in his heart:

"What Hela wants is the soul of a warrior, so I will give her the soul of a warrior. After tonight, my 'trial post' will be completed."

"Come!"

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

"I give you glory!"

As a result, as soon as these words were said, the old orc on the opposite side immediately froze for a moment.

Under the gaze 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 towards Bo Laike.

That is human etiquette.

He is saying thanks.

maybe.

The execution continued until the early hours of the morning.

Thirty orcs were slain one by one in duels by Boo Laike, exhausted from the day's fighting, and almost all were wounded when they were caught.

And the gap in weapons is also obvious.

It wasn't a fair fight, but no one complained about it, even the dwarves who were watching, and the orcs who were killed.

Thanks to their "efforts", at dawn, Bu Laike's pirate fighting skills and newly learned saber stabbing skills have all improved from beginners to proficient.

But only seventeen experiences were recorded, and the remaining thirteen, combined with the orcs killed before, became fifty, all of which were thrown into the soul lamp.

Bu Laike looks at the status bar of the character card.

In his gaze, there are words changing:

Character Card: "Orc Killer" Drake Proudmoore (B Laike Shaw)

Info: Kul Tiran Human, 19 years old

Status: Mortal Body. Hell Envoy

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

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

The "Spirit Hunter" in the title column also became wearable, but Laike didn't wear it immediately, because the chattering dwarf Greif was still chattering beside him.

"Huh? You said you want to learn hunting from me?"

The dwarf mountain ranger hunter with a big brown bear as a pet, would lean into his pet's soft mane, drink and watch Boo Laike.

On his generous dwarf face, which was mostly covered by beard, there was a rather wonderful smile.

Say:

"Okay, I can teach you.

But you may not be able to learn it. The skills of the mountain rangers are unique to us dwarves. They are the blessings of the earth. Many humans want to learn them, but none of them have learned them.

But those long ears in Quel'Thalas also have very powerful hunters called rangers. I heard that there is a genius among you humans.

More than a year ago, he just became the first human ranger to join the Farstrider Legion.

what is his name

Maris? "

Greif chatted endlessly about the stories he had heard, while Bo Laike sat cross-legged in front of him with the same delicate expression.

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

"Level 35 Mountain Patrolman/Level 25 Beastmaster/Level 1 Shadow Guard Sentinel, the bronze bearded dwarf Greif Crazyheart, is teaching you hunter skills."

"really."

Bu Laike's heart skipped a beat.

The seemingly ordinary dwarf second lieutenant in front of him was not ordinary.

With his level 35 mountaineer class, as long as he finds the opportunity, he can probably kill today's orc chief Skullsplitter with one shot. In front of him, Laike is a rookie.

And, most importantly, Greif's level 1 shadow guard sentinel rank is .

Legendary class!

If Laike read the name correctly, it means that the chattering dwarf in front of him is a member of Azeroth's legendary hunter organization, the Hidden Path?

This guy is an elite template?

No wonder Danga Locke Castle was besieged by orcs for so many days, but it didn't fall. Probably this guy was quietly supporting him.

But what is he lurking in the Hillsbrad foothills for?

Devil?

(end of this chapter)