Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 5 4. Orcs. The first hunt

In the murloc village, Bo Laike was eating bread in a tasteless way.

But the blood bar of the character card will no longer rise when it reaches 70%.

Needless to say, it must have been caused by the damn shadow curse and the accompanying weakening effect after the body was burned by the dragon fire.

The former can be purified by holy light.

The latter can also be healed, and Bo Laike is now only thankful that the orcs are manipulating red dragons, not black or blue dragons.

The five-color dragons of Azeroth have different powers.

The red dragons are the guardians of life, and their breath is accompanied by burning and healing. They could have chosen the mode of the dragon's breath independently, but the orcs controlled the red dragons with an evil artifact.

Let them all have their brains watted.

The dragon's breath must have been sprayed out without manipulation, which left the whole body of the prince who was supposed to be melted, and made it possible for this seemingly serious injury to recover.

But that's for later.

After throwing away the bread in his hand, Laike let go of his perception. The prince's body has been trained all year round. Although he didn't actually participate in many battles, he has excellent blood and a thief class, and his perception exceeds ordinary people.

It was as if a weak radar swept across the murloc village, and it felt faint spots of light rolling in the mud pool next to the village.

Bo Laike jumped into it, fumbling left and right, and finally pulled out a dagger with a corroded handle.

But after wiping off the mud, the blade of the dagger was still shiny.

"It actually dropped equipment!"

He exclaimed.

Holding the dagger in his hand, he waved it in a dignified manner. He could feel a faint magic power from it, which meant that the dagger should be a high-quality product.

"Good stuff!"

Touching his forehead, he called out the character card, and glanced at the equipment bar.

In the field that did not have equipment, this will also have an extra entry.

"Spirit Monkey Murloc Knife: Excellent Quality. Weakly Breaks Armor"

"COOOOL!"

Bo Laike fiddled with the dagger, admired it, and groped around in the mud pool, only to touch a weathered skull, which startled him.

He stopped thinking about finding more equipment, and packed up a pack of bread and jerky that he found in the village that might have gone bad, as well as a few bottles of dwarf beer.

After packing hastily, he prepared to leave and continue hunting the murlocs.

But after walking a few steps, Laike turned his head. He squinted his eyes and saw a little murloc with blue stripes hiding beside a piece of aquatic plants.

Staring at his big cute eyes, he looked at him curiously.

"come over!"

Bu Laike waved at it, startled the little murloc, and turned to run away, but Bu Laike threw something over, and a piece of bread fell at its feet.

The smell of the food made the little murloc stop in its tracks. It looked back at Laike in fear, then quietly grabbed the bread, and ate it in big mouthfuls.

It turned out that I was hungry and ran home to find something to eat.

"I still have a lot here~"

Bu Laike, that bastard, deliberately opened his bag, revealing some blackened bread and jerky stuffed inside.

The little murloc's eyes lit up.

It finished eating the bread in its hand, and with fear and vigilance, it approached Laike little by little, who was squatting there, waving another piece of moldy bread in his hand.

As if to seduce.

Murlocs, although they have language, are obviously not very smart. These murloc cubs are even more stupid, but they are full of curiosity about the world.

It approached Bo Laike boldly, reached out to grab the bread in Bo Laike's hand, and wanted to grab it, but Bo Laike raised his hand suddenly, and lifted the palm-sized little murloc into the air.

It was still grabbing the bread, squeaking loudly.

Bu Laike grabbed the limp body again and threw it into his arms.

Of course, it also got bread.

"I also dropped a little pet, COOL!"

Bu Laike smiled triumphantly, ignored the struggle of the little murloc, and walked into the depths of the swamp while holding it, saying:

"I'm going to call you Benboerba. I've always wanted one, but I can't afford it for 3,500 dollars. You are quite similar to it, and it can be regarded as a dream come true in another sense.

All right, Burperba.

Let's eat and drink enough, let's kill some murlocs together. "

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Two days later, Bo Laike finally came out of the swamp of Palatine Bay and stepped onto a solid hill. He climbed to a plateau and looked north in the setting sun.

I can vaguely see a piece of destroyed buildings, with a strong dwarven style, large and large stones are thrown everywhere, and a few orcs can be seen here and there, camping there.

"Tomb of Ironbeard."

Bo Laike, who was as thin as a real undead, squinted his eyes, lay down on his body, and looked at the orc.

He recognized the destroyed cemetery.

That is the place where the dwarves of the nearby dwarf town Dun Mod bury the dead. It is a group of tombs deep underground. In the dwarf culture, the dead are respected.

Beastmen's behavior of blaspheming the undead is absolutely unacceptable.

But at this point in time, the dwarven towns on the road leading to the Arathi Highlands must have been occupied by orcs.

The copperbeard dwarves lost the entire territory of Khaz Modan and the wetlands. No matter how angry they were, they could only stay in their capital, Ironforge.

Fortunately, the bunker-like city was built to be easy to defend and difficult to attack. The orcs spent more than a year in Khaz Modan, but they failed to break through the gate.

The dwarves with muscular sticks are not weaker than ordinary orcs, and they also have steam tanks designed and manufactured by smart dwarves to help out.

If it weren't for the small number of fantasy creatures like dwarves, the orcs would not have been able to occupy Khaz Modan so easily.

"quack, quack"

A crisp cry came from Bu Laike's arms, and the little blue murloc poked his head out of his ragged clothes, stared with big eyes, and looked down.

When he saw the figure of the orc, Benboerba, who was already very close to Bu Laike, immediately shrank his head.

Obviously, it has seen orcs.

And terrified of them.

It is estimated that when the blood ring orcs stationed here entered the swamp, they massacred the murlocs. It is no wonder that Bu Laike has rarely seen a large-scale gathering of murloc villages along the way.

"To go to the Arathi Highlands where humans gather, you can either take the Sardo Bridge, or go to the Reef Coast to Fardi Bay. The advantage of the former is that it is fast, but there are orcs guarding it.

The latter has the benefit of no orcs, though.

There's a bunch of spine naga out there. "

Bu Laike rubbed his head and thought to himself:

"There seems to be an ancient elf ruin under the reef sea, where the Naga clan is entrenched, and the fighting power of those soft-skinned snakes in the water is not comparable to that of orcs.

There are also spellcasters like sea witches, it is too risky to walk from the reef sea. "

He looked at the orc camp outside Ironbeard's Tomb. There were not many orcs in it, only four or five, but judging by the size of the camp, it could obviously accommodate more orcs.

"So, after Orgrim, the orc chieftain, also mobilized the blood ring orcs from the wetlands to join the battle in Arathi after crossing the sea?

That is to say, the number of orcs guarding here is not as large as before. Taking advantage of the darkness and the shadow affinity, they may be able to take the risk of rushing across the Sardo Bridge. "

In Laike's mind, he quickly sketched out a plan. He took out the little murloc and put it on the side of the high ground, and left a dozen pieces of bread for it.

He patted its head and said to it:

"Wait here for me, don't run around, I'm going to try the fighting power of the orcs, and I'll be back soon, be good."

The little murloc tilted his head, blinked his big eyes, croaked all over, sat there cross-legged, grabbed the bread and started to eat.

Bu Laike curled his lips, thinking that this murloc is just stupid.

He quietly slid down the high ground, clenched the murloc dagger wrapped in rags in his left hand, and gently pulled out a dagger from behind his waist in his right hand.

It is also a weapon of green quality, and it is also a loot found in a murloc village.

He took a deep breath, clenched the weapon in his hand, and tiptoed towards the orc in the shadow beside the rays of the setting sun.

In the past two days, he killed many murlocs and accumulated a lot of experience.

But there is also bad news.

The curse of the tainted Eye of Pa Reiss is still weakening him. The most intuitive manifestation is that the warrior class on the character card has slipped from level 7 to level 4.

He felt that the strength of his body was much weaker, and in a few days, the warrior rank would be completely reduced to zero. Bu Laike thought about injecting the experience gained into the warrior rank to save it.

But after thinking about it, he still chose a safer way.

That curse brought shadow affinity, so that his thieves class was not affected, so the way to maximize the benefits now is to improve this.

In two days, the experience gained from killing more than a hundred murlocs was injected into the thief class by Bu Laike, raising the level from level 5 to level 8.

No skills can be obtained, and no mysterious talents can be obtained.

But it made his footsteps lighter and faster when he walked in the dark, like a black cat walking silently.

He approached the orc camp bit by bit, hid behind a tree, and patiently waited for the opportunity.

Ten minutes later, there were a few roars from the orc camp, and then there was the sound of a fight, making Bu Laike, who was hiding behind a tree, curl his lips.

These orcs have ruined their world.

They were lured by the demons of the Burning Legion in the world of Dellano on the other side of the Dark Portal, and drank the blood of the demons.

While gaining great power, they also became more irritable, war mad like mad, and the blood of fel energy flowed in their bodies, making them lose their minds.

Although he is brave in battle, when he is idle, he will even punch and kick his companions.

They are beyond help.

But this was good news for Bu Laike. Soon, the brawl in the camp came to an end. An old orc with a bruised nose and a swollen face was driven out of the camp.

He was hunched over, with blood-red lines on his face, and was blind in his left eye.

This is the symbol of the blood ring orcs. Those guys who worship death have very cruel rituals. When the blood ring orcs become adults, they need to dig out their eyes to perform sacrifices.

The old orc spat rudely in the direction of the camp, and leaning on his battle ax, reluctantly headed towards the swamp.

His stronger and more irascible descendants wanted a change of taste and used their fists to "convince" him, an old man, to come back from hunting the crocodile in the swamp.

whispering sound.

Really don't talk about Wude!

The old orc complained, grunted, and limped with his tomahawk on his shoulders. When he went around the camp, he reached a blind spot.

A curled up, extremely skinny "rib man" came out from the shadow of the big tree without making a sound.

Like a monkey, it jumped behind the old orc.

The dagger in the right hand pierced the old orc's throat, and the dagger in the left hand pierced the old orc's temple viciously. This kind of sneak attack technique, Laike has long been familiar with.

This method of killing murlocs in the wetlands has never failed.

But orcs.

They are orcs after all.

The moment he was attacked, the old orc dropped the battle ax in his hand, grabbed the wrist that was stabbing at his temple by Laike, and fell over his shoulder, throwing Laike to the ground in front of him.

He wants to scream.

But the severed neck could not make a sound at all.

Bu Laike also jumped up from the ground suddenly, threw himself into the arms of the orc, swung his left hand, and blocked the fist from the orc.

The dagger in the right hand pierced the orc's heart like a poisonous snake looking for food, and the dagger with a weak armor piercing pierced the orc's leather armor, allowing hot blood to gush out.

One shot is not enough.

Two strokes, three strokes, four strokes.

The strength of the orc's fingers clasping the back of his neck weakened rapidly, and after a few seconds, he swayed and fell to the ground, and was grabbed by the shoulders by Bu Laike, dragging him into the shadow of a nearby tree.

The skull-embellished tomahawk was also dragged in.

it is a pity.

This domineering thing is just a shoddy weapon, not the good equipment Laike expected.

The assassination was successful.

Bu Laike hid in the shadows and rushed into the swamp quickly. The movement of the old orc's fall had already been noticed by the orcs in the camp.

They rushed out and looked around for the assassin, but without success.

And ten minutes later, there was a disturbing sound from the edge of the swamp, which disturbed the orcs.

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

A few irascible orcs saw a large group of murlocs rushing out from the edge of the swamp, they didn't pay attention, and rushed up with axes and hunting sticks.

They couldn't bear the anger in their hearts, and wanted to chop off a few murlocs to vent their anger!

And Bu Laike, who made a big circle, rushed into the camp while the murlocs and the orcs were fighting. There was a wounded blood ring orc lying there.

When the rib man rushed into the camp, the wounded orc happened to meet Bo Laike's eyes.

The next moment, the orc roared, grabbed the hatchet and was about to get up.

But Bo Laike was faster than him.

He rushed forward, pressed his left leg on his chest, swung the sharp blades in both hands, and cut off his eyes alternately.

"puff"

Hot blood rushed to his face.

Blooming like a flower of blood.

PS: Benbo Erba and Benbo Erba are different. The former is a baby murloc, while the latter is a silly monster from Journey to the West. This is not a meme.

This is actually in the game.

In addition, regarding the feedback from the brothers, I have seen it, so I will explain why the value is not used, but the class similar to the DND system is used.

In the books of the past few years, you rarely see numerical settings, because the power system marked with numerical values ​​will easily collapse in the middle and late stages.

To give a very simple example, if the strength of the orc is 10, then when the protagonist grows to level 60, what should his strength be?

Can he kill ordinary orcs in seconds, just like crushing a bug, and open Wushuang to his heart's content in Orgrimmar, but this kind of thing cannot be done in the real world.

And students who have played WOW know that level 60 is just the beginning. If the system is described by numerical values, how should we set their numerical values ​​when the Purifiers and Honest Ones appear?

Of course, some students will say that the numerical value is simpler and clearer, and the sense of substitution is stronger.

This is true, but my ability is limited, and there is no way to guarantee that when I write a long novel for the first time, I can reach 2 million and 3 million words, and the value will not be wrong.

This project is too much, after all, I am just a newcomer author.

And Brother Lao Lu also gave me an example. When he wrote Shengguang, he used the numerical value. The power system collapsed in a mess in the later stage. You don’t have to worry about this class losing its flavor, because I just adopted this framework, even fake DND None of them count.

All the professions, all the skills, and all the equipment in the system come from Warcraft. Except for some places that have to be self-developed, the others are just a different form of expression.

Then

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