Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 31 30. Ravenholdt. Hunting Invitation (Part 1)

"Very well, it seems you understand."

In the room where the candles were burning, Bu Laike chuckled lightly, and said to Oriden in a playful tone:

"Give me his information, and prepare the reward, it can't be worse than this set of armor."

"I'll get ready right away!"

At this moment, Oridan felt as if he had drunk ten cans of Red Bull, his face was flushed with joy, he bid farewell to Laike, and left in a hurry.

"It's a good thing that comes in pairs."

Closing the door, Laike swiftly put on a set of Brotherhood of Masons armor.

Finally, it wasn't that kind of mix-and-match style. A set of black armor with a similar style was soft and tight to his body, making him feel comfortable and easy to move around.

He picked up the blade fist and slashed fiercely on the sleeved breastplate, leaving only a white mark in the end. This kind of protection made Laike very satisfied.

I don't know what kind of material this leather armor is made of, but after the master tanned it, it was so tough that even a sharp ordinary knife could not pierce it.

Even an orc's tomahawk.

As long as it is not a frontal cut, it will not hurt Bu Laike's body.

Moreover, after wearing a suit, the blood bar in the character card has expanded by about one-fifth visible to the naked eye, and the stamina enhancement effect is remarkable.

Coupled with other messy entries, Bo Laike's most intuitive feeling is that his reaction, speed, agility, and strength have all improved a lot.

This is much better than the random matching parts before.

"Awesome."

He sighed in admiration, and happily threw a fruit to the little murloc who was playing diving in the bucket. The latter jumped out of the water and caught it in his hand like a dolphin.

Croaking, very happy.

"Ha ha"

The pirate assassin laughed and lay down on the bed, ready to think about his next move.

But as soon as I lay down, I realized something was wrong.

There's something under the pillow!

He jumped up vigilantly, flung out a dagger and knocked the pillow flying, revealing a black rolled scroll at the head of the bed.

There is a sign of a dagger emerging from the darkness.

The moment he saw the sign, Bo Laike narrowed his eyes.

"Ravenholdt, I already know that the League of Assassins will not be able to hide from your eyes when they are active in northern Xinjiang, so this is an invitation?

This way of sending invitations really has the demeanor of a shadow walker. "

Bu Laike was not surprised by the appearance of this invitation.

Because in this world, in the human kingdom, as long as anyone who has a little understanding of the assassin business, it is impossible not to have heard of the name "Ravenholdt Manor".

Of course, the name is just a disguise.

The true meaning of their organization should be something similar to the "Assassin's League", which has an ancient heritage. It is said that the Assassin's League had already taken shape before Emperor Thoradin unified the human clans 2,800 years ago.

Their first brilliance was when Thoradin and the high elves joined forces to deal with the forest trolls.

The predecessors of the assassins 2,800 years ago, in the jungle north of the Arathi Highlands, held daggers and short swords, and fought in the dark with the more ancient troll headhunters and assassins.

At first, they were not the opponents of the troll headhunters at all, and they were beaten to the ground for a while. Later, it is said that they were trained by the secret assassins of Quel'Thalas, the kingdom of high elves, so that they regained their strength.

With the combination of humans and elves, the Amani Empire of the forest trolls was repulsed, and the fire of their civilization was almost extinguished at the moment of victory, the League of Assassins also completed its initial transformation.

Instead of accepting the glory in the sun, they retreated into the shadows where they hid.

And since then, it has been active in the shadows.

In this era, it is no exaggeration to say that in the entire Eastern Kingdom, from Lordaeron in the northern border to the Stormwind Kingdom in the southern border that has been destroyed by orcs, every human town has an eyeliner of the League of Assassins active.

Out of every ten criminal activities in the entire human civilization, at least six are related to the League of Assassins.

It's a real behemoth.

It is hidden in human civilization, grows together with it, and coexists together. Until now, they are inseparable, and it is difficult to distinguish each other.

The history of the League of Assassins is the history of human civilization.

On the battlefield in northern Xinjiang, the reason why Marshal Lothar is able to take a step ahead of the orcs every time and make various wonderful strategic deployments is not only the marshal's own extremely high strategic vision, but also the excellent intelligence of the Assassin Alliance. Work.

Although Ravenholdt Manor has always claimed that they are only loyal to commissions.

This article was even written into the six codes of the Assassin League, but it is clear that the Assassin League still maintained its original loyalty in the face of a decisive battle between human civilization and orcs.

They are firmly on the human side.

From the Silverpine Forest of Gilneas to the troll lands of the Hinterlands.

From Tarren Mill, where the war will start, to the ruins of Stormwind City, which has been reduced to an occupied area.

On every piece of land in this continent, there are Assassins from the League of Assassins working for the Human Alliance, and the resources they can use are almost unlimited.

And the victories they can obtain are almost unlimited.

With this background, under this circumstance, after Bo Laike has already gained the title of "Orc Killer" and proved his potential as an assassin, if Ravenholdt still doesn't notice him.

If you don't plan to win him into the organization, that would be a surprise.

In fact, Laike suspected that Ravenholdt's invitation was delayed until now, probably because of the bronze dragon's obstruction.

Ms. Long is definitely unwilling to let Bo Laike, a time residue, be associated with the hated Ravenholdt Manor.

With the protection of the group of shadow assassins, even a bronze baby dragon would have a lot more difficulty finding trouble with Bu Laike.

"But joining you is not all a good thing."

Bo Laike curled his lips, picked up the invitation letter with his black mason fraternity gauntlet, put it under his nose and sniffed it, there was no smell, and there was no poison warning on the status bar.

It looks like an ordinary invitation letter.

But the ordinary invitation letter does not mean that the meaning behind it is ordinary.

Those assassins can quietly put this invitation letter under Bu Laike's pillow, which means that they can also quietly take away Bo Laike's head.

There must be some of them in Dunholde Castle.

"whispering sound"

The pirate didn't open the invitation at all, and threw it into the fireplace casually. He straightened his clothes, turned his head and said to the little murloc playing in the bucket:

"Looking at home, I'll go out for a walk."

"quack"

Amidst the screams of Ben Boerba, Bo Laike opened the window, jumped into the shadows, threw out the rope and slid down the nearly 100-meter drop between the castle and the ground of the lower city.

He didn't need any experience in distinguishing assassins at all, and he was looking for the hidden assassin's eyeliner in the huge castle.

There is no need for that!

Ten seconds later, Bu Laike landed on a residential building in the dark, and along the window, threw three "scouts" at a family who was preparing dinner.

"No, the next household."

The pirate in the shadows, like a black cat, hopped along the eaves and came to the window of the next house, where three detectives threw it out.

"Still not, the next household."

Ten minutes later, Bo Laike jumped out from the shadows at the back of the tavern, holding Werther's leg in his hand to control the power, and knocked a stick on the head of a drunken alcoholic.

The guy was knocked out of his head with a sap, his eyes were white, and he was dragged into the grass by Bo Laike.

And so on and on.

When midnight came, sixteen guys who were stripped naked like pigs, tied up with ropes, and stuffed with sackcloth in their mouths were neatly stuffed into a mile outside the castle, in a place abandoned by the war. in the village warehouse.

"I know what you're going to say."

Cloth Laike changed to new equipment. In order to ensure the unity of the costume, he changed himself to a black face scarf. The Stonemason Brotherhood armor did not have a hood, so he added a black long hood to himself.

Drape it like a cloak.

He folded his arms, looked at the group of terrified guys in front of him, and said hoarsely:

"I also know that there are seventeen of you, and I let one go on purpose to see how efficient the legendary Assassin Alliance is.

Plus, I've found tons of bottles and jars on you guys. "

The pirate pointed maliciously at the dozens of bottles of liquids of different colors placed on the broken table at hand, and he said to the tied eyeliners of the League of Assassins in front of him:

"I don't know their effects, but I'm curious about the secret toxicology of the League of Assassins, so I plan to try the effects on you.

guys.

Pray that your backend responds quickly enough. "

He picked up a bottle of gray liquid at random, twisted off the cap, walked towards a thin guy, and said:

"Originally, everyone is a shadow walker, and now we have to fight against the orcs together, so we should speak up if we have something to say, but in the end, we insisted on playing this mysterious game with me.

Want to set me up for some hellish initiation trial?

Is this trying to give me a bad start, or is it trying to test my prowess as an 'orc killer'? I'm in a good mood today, so let's play. "

——

Three hours later, Bu Laike, who was dozing on the edge of the abandoned warehouse with his arms folded, was suddenly awakened by a red light at the end of his vision.

He opened his eyes and looked towards the end of the dead midnight. In the darkness where his sight clearly couldn't reach, there was a dim red beacon moving.

It was a circle of light that only Bo Laike could see.

It originated from the first active skill given after reaching level 5 of the Ranger class.

Hunter's mark!

It is the skill of the most brilliant hunter, who can put all his energy on the prey during the boring hunt, like a certain imprint of the mind.

After being marked with the hunter's mark, as long as the prey appears within the line of sight of Laike, no matter where he is hiding or whether he is sneaking or not, he will be seen clearly.

But right now it's just a junior hunter's mark, and it's estimated that the duration won't be too long.

From the current point of view, three hours must be available.

"Here we come."

Bo Laike sneered, took out the dwarf shotgun with the sawed-off barrel out of his pocket, took out a special bullet from the bag, stuffed it into the gun chamber, and waited patiently in the shadows.

When the mark was about 20 meters away from him, he grabbed the musket and pulled the trigger toward the sky.

"boom"

With a muffled sound, the projectile flew into the air, and like a ignited flame, it instantly released a bright light, clearly illuminating everything around it.

This thing is called a flare.

One of several hunter gadgets taught to Boo Laike by Greif Frenzyheart, it's not considered a skill, just a way to craft special projectiles.

It contains gunpowder powder specially made by dwarves, which is almost harmless.

But after flying out, it will shine brightly and dispel the shadows.

The mysterious dwarf also specifically told Bu Laike that the production of the flares is also skillful. A skilled hunter will add different materials to enhance the power of the flares.

But this requires Bu Laike to learn by himself.

The basic flares currently used can only disperse the most common shadows. They are useless for the high-level assassin's shadow clothing, but it is enough!

The moment the flare flared brightly, several sneaking assassins were driven away from the shadows.

They looked dazed, but they reacted very quickly. They each drew out their weapons and prepared to fight. The light of this thing caught them off guard, but with the blessing of the intermediate shadow affinity, Laike did not break through.

He threw out the shackle and wrapped it around the nearest assassin, and the moment he pulled him down, he also flew out, swung Werther's leg in his hand, and hit the back of the other assassin's head with a stick.

In the black smoke of the shattered Cloak of Shadows, Bu Laike was murderous, with no bladed fist in his left hand.

It was just a demonstration after all.

There's no need to really kill someone.

So he changed to a wooden stick similar to Werther's leg, raised his hands, and hit the assassin in front of him.

What kind of sneak attack, what kind of pirate fighting skills, what kind of military sword skills, all of them are used in one go. They don't look like assassins at all, but more like berserkers with two knives.

Still chasing them.

It wasn't until two minutes later that the last low-level Ravenholdt assassin with a bruised nose fell to the ground, trembling with his head in his arms, that Laike dropped the stick in his hand.

He moved his shoulders comfortably and looked behind him.

He said to the empty night:

"Ravenholdt's big shot, have I passed the level?"

(end of this chapter)