Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 4 3. The Disaster of the Wetland Murlocs

"Huh? No!"

In the middle of the night, a sense of crisis coming poured into the exhausted Laike. Xiao's sleeping consciousness, like a person walking in the dark, who suddenly felt something moving around him.

That was the warning from the keen perception of Prince Drake's well-trained body.

In this dark night around, something is approaching!

Bu Laike immediately opened his eyes and got up.

Just like instinct, he lowered his body, clenched his hands naturally, and made a fighting posture, and the fighting skills belonging to Prince Drake kept emerging in his mind.

It is true that Bo Laike, like a prince, has undergone rigorous training in the past.

But this is just an illusion.

After all, knowing how to do it and actually being able to do it are two different concepts.

At the same time, while Bu Laike looked at the wind and grass around him, he was also quickly recalling the situation of this wetland in his mind.

"This place should not be far from the Palatine Bay. It is a swamp left by the impact of sea water, and the most creatures in this swamp are"

"Ggggggmlr! Grm...Rmlg!! Rgmmlr! Grgrmlmlrl!"

A series of treading water sounds, as well as squeaking screams, interrupted Laike's thinking at this moment, and something approaching in the darkness appeared.

They are messy and unsettling.

"Murloc! Nasty murloc!"

The name flashed in Laike's mind, and a few seconds later, five or six murlocs rushed out of the darkness and appeared in front of him.

The creatures in front of them were human-shaped, with limbs, head and body connected together, staring at dead fish eyes.

They are generally less than one meter tall, and when they run, they look like a group of funny dwarfs.

But a rusty sword in its claws, or simply a ferocious yelp wielding some sort of eerie femur, kept Bo Laike from laughing.

The bodies of these murlocs are a dull green with blue spots.

Most of the body has shiny and slippery scales, but there is a scaly spine on the back, and the huge protruding eyeballs on the head that are constantly closing and opening, also shine with a strange light.

On both sides of their necks, there are constantly trembling gills.

The five short statures have webbed hands and feet, they roar chaotically, jump forward, and their hoarse, sharp guttural voices convey their anger and cruelty.

This is the murloc.

The ugly guy, born from the deep sea, is a magical creature that spreads across every inch of Azeroth.

They have their own civilization, their own language, and their own social structure, but for the most part, they're brutal, barbaric.

Most importantly, most murlocs have the habit of cannibalism.

But now, the murlocs who dominated the wetlands and swamps had apparently found new prey.

"Rgmmlr! Grgrmlmlrl!"

The taller murloc headed by him swung his rusty iron sword the moment he saw Bu Laike, swayed his body, and rushed towards Bu Laike.

Bu Laike has the urge to retreat, but the memory belonging to Drake tells him that at this time, he should step forward!

Murlocs are bullying creatures.

If the first wave of confrontation can't keep them down, Bo Laike is finished for the day!

He slapped his forehead violently, and the translucent character card jumped out, and he glanced down. After a rest, the blood bar had returned to a healthy level.

This gave Bu Laike a boost of confidence.

"what!"

The next second, he roared, followed the action in his memory, lowered his waist, clenched his left fist, took a step forward, and slammed the bluegill murloc who was rushing towards him.

He ignored the murloc's sword, as if the blade didn't exist at all.

"Snapped"

The rusty sword slashed at Laike's waist, leaving a wound, but not much blood flowed out. While the curse of undeath weakened him, it also ensured that he would not lose a lot of blood.

After all, the skin is dry.

The blood bar at the bottom of the character card also shortened a bit.

The injuries were not serious, and these murlocs were weak, so they only bullied the civilians a bit.

The biggest threat to a fighter is their disgusting and ugly faces, like a mental shock, which will make the fighters lose the idea of ​​eating.

"boom"

At the same time that the murloc's sword hit Boo Laike, his fist also hit the murloc's smooth head.

This punch was not ordinary, it was a special fighting skill that the Kul Tirans had trained on the sea while accompanying ships since childhood.

Tidal Fist!

With a heavy force, he punched the murloc's protruding eyeballs. It was the first time Laike fought, and he didn't know how to keep his strength at all, but it made the punch even more destructive.

It was like a soft tomato that was smashed by a punch.

Amidst the murloc's screams, green, stinky blood spurted out like a waterfall, and Bu Laike's fist hit its eye socket, and the murloc jumped up and down in pain.

Bo Laike snatched the rusted iron sword from its claws.

Following the feeling, he waved his backhand.

"puff"

A slippery head was lifted in the hands of Bu Laike.

"It's not too difficult."

He thought so in his heart, and saw that the head of the leading murloc was cut off with a sword, and the remaining murlocs charged as if hitting a wall in unison.

They don't scream anymore either.

They are intimidated.

Bu Laike also stopped at the same place. He savored the smooth movement of swinging the sword just now, and imitated the way the prince swung the sword in his memory. He turned his wrist and let the rusty sword in his hand make a sound of wind.

The blade is drooping, and the left hand is clenched into a fist.

This is the Kul Tiras military swordsmanship move!

Most importantly, when the murloc was hacked to death, an inaudible scorching heat flowed into his body along the weapon, so subtle that he could hardly feel it.

But it did make Bo Laike feel a little less of the weakness of the curse.

It's like growing up.

Do not.

It is experience!

It is the experience gained after killing monsters!

That's right.

It must be so!

"Hahaha"

At this moment, Bu Laike seemed to have picked up five million dollars that fell from the sky, and he laughed heartily.

In his heart, he strayed into another world, and the anxiety stemming from his inability to control his fate was completely eliminated at this moment.

He glanced at the head of the murloc in his hand again, and flicked it casually, the slippery thing fell to the feet of the remaining murlocs like a ball.

The dead fish eyes of the companions emitted a strange light, staring at them, scared the timid guys back.

But Laike strode forward with sword in hand.

There was no longer any fear in his heart.

No more fear, these weak murlocs in front of him are the key to his becoming stronger.

"I can't let any of you go."

Bu Laike said to those murlocs who couldn't understand him at all:

"If you let one go, you will attract a group. Due to my current situation, I really need strength, so I'm sorry, murloc brothers."

"swish"

He jumped over and knocked down a murloc with his sword, then turned around the next moment, and the rusty sword in his hand was thrown out in a special way. This is the deadly throwing skill bestowed on him by Prince Drake's fifth-level thief class.

Laike learned quickly from memory, used it for the first time, and was not very skilled, the long sword that was supposed to pierce the fleeing murloc's head pierced through the belly of the hapless man.

Another burst of green blood exploded.

The other murlocs turned around and ran away in fright, but they were caught up by the tall and long-legged Bu Laike, who knocked them to the ground with their feet, fists, and mud and rocks.

It's just murlocs. Any well-trained human soldier can easily kill a group of them, provided they don't gather too many companions.

This skill is very important for any warrior who wants to fight murlocs!

"Well"

Six or seven murlocs were slaughtered, and the wisps of scorching power were absorbed into the body, causing Braike Shaw to groan in comfort, and he grabbed a worn-out machete left by the murlocs.

He grabbed the rusty sword in his right hand again.

In the dark night, he hummed a folk song in Drake's memory, recalling the skills of those thieves, and tiptoed forward in the mud.

Perhaps it was because of the cursed gift of shadow affinity that Bo Laike could only make an inaudible sound when walking in the mud.

After a few minutes of practice, he became familiar with this silent walking mode, and even found a hint of the sneaking feeling of an assassin in the game.

In the distance ahead, he had already seen a village of murlocs.

That's his next goal.

Now that I have experience in killing monsters, I just don't know, will the equipment be exposed?

And how should the experience gained from killing the fish be distributed among his three classes? There is also the continuous improvement of the rank, will it bring you skills again?

Will he learn the Killing Spree in the future?

Will you learn to descend from the gods?

Tut tut.

Happiness comes so suddenly, it is really exciting.

A few minutes later, at the edge of the small murloc village, Bo Laike rushed out with two rusted weapons, and slashed fiercely with both knives while the murlocs were alarmed.

There is no rules.

But a few slashes were very effective, and it was a sneak attack. In the instant of the battle, Bu Laike took advantage of his height and cut down three of those wet guys.

The stinky green blood was scattered everywhere, and the remaining murlocs scattered screaming, but they were caught up by Bu Laike and hacked to death one by one.

That brave posture is really like the resurrection of a prince.

However, if his opponent was changed from murlocs to orcs, it might be more honorable.

But that's okay too.

This group of bluegill murlocs is not a good thing either. They live in the swamp of the Palatine Bay. Before the orcs invaded, they were the biggest disaster in this wetland.

Countless travelers and caravans have been killed and looted by them, and now Braike slaughtering them is barely a righteous act.

"Whizzing"

Rusty knives and swords were thrown from left to right by him in a deadly throwing technique, more skillful than before, flying out like flying knives, nailing the two escaped murlocs to the ground.

Bu Laike shook off the green blood in his hand, made a fist and swung himself, celebrating his victory in the first battle.

Murlocs are easy to deal with, as long as you can scare them, you've won half the battle.

but if you can't be scared

"Well, look what I found?"

Bu Laike killed the last two murlocs. He turned around and walked a few steps to the small village full of murloc corpses, and was surprised to find that there were still murlocs in this village.

A nest of little murlocs.

It must have just hatched.

Compared with the ugly and disgusting appearance of adult murlocs, these newborn little ones are much cuter.

Small, soft body, no sticky scales, and big eyes, like a tadpole, huddled together in horror, looking at the murloc slayer Bu Laike. Xiao.

Those big eyes almost melted.

"Uh"

Bu Laike looked at the nest of little murlocs in front of him, and at the bloody, rusty knife in his hand. He curled his lips and threw the knife aside.

One in each hand, they caught the nest of little murlocs, walked outside the village, and threw them into the river in the swamp.

"Run, run, little bastards."

He stomped his feet and splashed the mud, startling the little murlocs, they croaked and dived into the water, one by one escaping with self-taught breaststroke.

"Hahaha"

Laike put his hips on his hips and laughed a few words, rubbed his stomach again, returned to the village, and began to search around in the village decorated with rotten wood, seaweed and shells.

These murlocs have robbed many travelers, and they should be able to find some supplies here.

A few minutes later, an exclamation came from the murloc village.

"Ok?"

"It really dropped equipment?"

(end of this chapter)