Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 7 6. Walking in the Shadow of the Dragon

The large ooze monster in the Tomb of Ironbeard was exploded by the magic power of the cursed evil weapon, and Laike was lucky to find a weird leather bag covered in slime in the wreckage of the ooze monster exploded.

This purse looks unusual.

Especially after cloth Laike cleaned it up, it was even more beautiful.

A small rucksack that can be worn on a belt, almost like a fanny pack. It should be made of some kind of fine, delicate leather and sewn with a shiny thread.

Bu Laike reckoned that it should be a high-end product such as rune thread or magicweave thread used by mages. On the top of the small rucksack, there is a drawstring to tighten or pull it apart.

But if it's just pretty, it's not worth getting Laike so excited about.

It is a magic item.

After Laike put it on the belt he picked up from the orc, in the equipment column of the character card, there was an entry of "magic pattern luggage".

Its actual capacity is much larger than its size, and it is possible that the mages used magical magic similar to the extension spell on it.

Bo Laike threw all his belongings into it, the rucksack was still not full, and it already had something in it.

Some food, meat, and a whole box of dwarven ale that have been stored for an unknown period of time but are still not spoiled.

A pile of polished gold coins.

There are about a hundred of them. This magic-weave rucksack should belong to a loot that a blood ring orc plundered in Azeroth, but in the end it was cheaper than Laike, a rib man.

"Speaking of which, if I remember correctly, eighteen years later, in the tomb of Ironbeard, there is a quest chain for a dwarf herbalist, and the final reward is also a magic bag."

Rubbing his chin, Bo Laike thought to himself:

"Could it be that the reward bag that the female dwarf gave me back then is the one I found now? No way."

It was a surprise to get the magic backpack, and Bo Laike immediately threw the magic suitcase into the backpack. It was too eye-catching to carry such a dangerous thing on his body.

He calmed down, and then began to look at another magic item he found in the wreckage of the ooze monster.

This thing is rather weird.

It looks like a piece of rotten wood, gray-black, as long as a forearm, the top is thicker than the tail, and it is inlaid with a circle of small frosted balls.

Other than that, there is nothing to commend it.

The only thing that's unusual is that it's heavy to handle and, by weapon standards, extremely well balanced.

Bo Laike took it in his hand and waved it back and forth.

Well, it feels very good.

He glanced at the equipment column of the character card again, only to find that this thing was actually regarded as a weapon, and the name made him miss it very much.

"Werther's third leg

Excellent quality. Strong blow. Weak smash. "

uh, the third leg

This thing is indeed quite weird in every sense.

It was so weird that Laike didn't dare to think too deeply.

But in fact, this thing is not as evil as he thought. When he was sorting out the bones of the second layer of the tomb, he found some small stone tablets in the tomb that recorded the life of the deceased.

There is a stele inside that belongs to a dwarf named "Werther", according to the stele, Werther fought for the Bronzebeard family in the War of the Three Hammers, and lost his left leg in Grim Batol as a result.

So he made himself another leg.

Powerful function, not only can be used to open beer/beat eggs/make kitchen utensils, but also can be used to open people's brains after losing in gambling.

"This thing must be good for beating Sap."

Bu Laike swung Werther's leg in his hand, and then slipped it into his belt, intending to use this excellent weapon as the main weapon. As for the murloc knife that drank the blood of murlocs and orcs, he didn't want to waste it.

It just happened to be used as a flying knife.

In the past two days of fighting, he has practiced his deadly throwing skills to "proficient", and he can hit wherever he points within ten meters.

And after this big evil ooze monster exploded, it brought a lot of experience to Laike, and he allocated those experiences to the thief class.

Let that little experience bar break through level 9.

It's only one third away from level 10.

"Let's go, Benbo Erba, let's work hard and reach level 10 before tomorrow morning."

Bo Laike finally bowed to the simple tombstone on the second floor of Ironbeard's Tomb.

He begged these dwarves to give him good luck, and then amidst the croaking of the little murlocs, he put on the gray-black hunting cloak of the blood ring orcs, left the tomb of Ironbeard, and continued to walk northeast.

Soon, he found the second camp of the blood ring orcs, and like the camp at the Tomb of Ironbeard, there were only a few old, weak, sick and disabled orcs guarding there.

Boo Laike whistled and grabbed Werther's leg from his waist.

whispered:

"It's about to go, Werther, give it some strength, all right."

——

That night, Bo Laike killed the last fleeing old orc with poisoned throwing knives a few miles away from the orc-occupied dwarven town of Dun Mod.

Empty the third camp he came across, stabbed in the back of the one-armed old orc, fell to the ground and swallowed his last breath, the familiar heat rushed into Bo Laike's body.

He didn't care about searching the camp, rubbed his hands together, and distributed this bit of experience to the thief class with great anticipation. Then, under the expectant gaze, the experience bar of the class took a step forward.

Finally jumped from level 9 to level 10.

This upgrade process was not as exaggerated as he imagined, but he just felt a flash of inspiration in his heart.

Through the past few days of hiding in the dark and attacking and assassinating, Bu Laike has already gained his own understanding of the walking skills of tiptoeing. It will be like a thick accumulation of hair, and the last layer of window paper has been pierced.

He looks around.

The night is like the best camouflage, gently putting a shadow coat on him, he can feel the shadow that he can see but can't touch.

He felt a faint ray of knowledge opening to him in the darkness.

That is the secret of the shadows.

Bu Laike stood up, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, followed the feeling in his heart, and took a step back slightly, learning to touch the invisible shadow.

It's like putting the invisible new clothes of the king gently on yourself, like adding a cloak to your body.

He opened his eyes and raised his hands.

On the thin and slender fingers, an inaudible black shadow is flowing, covering every part of the palm and every part of the body.

Shadow held out his hand to the beginner.

Bo Laike took the hand and embraced it without reservation.

So the shadow gave him the blessing of power, allowing him to shelter in the darkness.

Bu Laike's heart was full of joy, this was the first commendable gift he obtained in this magical world relying on his own hands.

He reached out to touch his forehead, and the character card was called out. In the talent column, there was now a "shadow walk" talent, and a "stealth" skill was added to the skill column.

It is the foundation of thieves, assassins, and stalkers. With their special skills, skilled thieves can even quietly disappear under the gaze of hundreds of people in broad daylight.

And blocking all his aura, it was like escaping into the shadows and disappearing into the present world.

That's a realm that the current Bu Laike can't hope to achieve.

But it doesn't matter, he still has enough time to learn these ways of shadows.

"swish"

Bu Laike's movement was a little bigger, tearing off the thin shadow coat on his body, making the first stealth a failure, and his emaciated body reappeared in the night camp.

But he was not upset, but squatted on the ground with a smile on his face, and began to search for a few good things from the orcs.

There was no hope at all.

It is impossible for these old, weak, sick and disabled people who were left behind in the wetland to hide any good things, but surprises are surprises, and they came without warning. In the pocket of a wounded orc soldier with a broken leg, Braike found a treasure. To a hide wrist.

Very clan style.

After wearing it on the wrist, there are new entries in the equipment column.

"Dense Forest Bracers: Excellent Quality. Weak Protection."

Ok.

Just one entry, equivalent to no, and a little tougher than ordinary leather armor, which made Bu Laike curl his lips helplessly. He now understands some equipment characteristics.

The more entries, the better. For a high-quality weapon like Werther's Leg, the description on the entry is "enhanced", which must be more powerful than "weak".

But things of excellent quality are so rare. If you want to get lucky and find such excellent equipment as Werther's leg, you don't know that you have to wait until the year of the monkey.

The current dress of Bu Laike is also quite interesting.

The leather armor on his body was picked up from the orcs. Because of the curse, he became like a thin bamboo pole, so the size of the leather armor did not fit.

The trousers are hunting leather pants, in the style of shorts, with two bare legs, which will not affect the activities. The leather boots on the feet are picked up from the murloc village.

The size is just right, and it can protect the delicate toes. There is a turban on the top of the head, and it looks like an Arab.

This mix-and-match style is not to mention whether it is beautiful or not.

Now is not the time to be fussy.

He found a few more bottles of blood ring poison in the camp, and quenched the poison on the dagger and dagger again, so Witte's leg was no longer needed, it was a blunt weapon.

Knocking down on the head during a sneak attack will either cause a coma or split the skull, so applying poison is really meaningless.

"Then the next step is Dun Mod."

Taking advantage of the darkness, Laike sneaked into the camp and tiptoed out of the camp. He hid in the shadows and looked towards the end of his field of vision, where he could vaguely see a small town in a valley.

Typical dwarf style, built on the hillside.

There are few buildings exposed on the surface, but the town is also lit, and there are patrolling orcs riding on the back of the wolf, rushing out of the town and rushing further north.

"If you can kill all the orcs in this town."

Bo Laike licked his lips.

A genius idea popped up in my mind.

If he could really do it and kill all the 400 orcs in Dunmod Town, then his thief class would probably be able to rise all the way to level 15, or even level 20.

But if you think about it, you know it's impossible.

The people stationed there are not stragglers, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, but the real elite of the Blood Ring, and they also domesticate the orc war wolves with a keen sense of smell and hearing.

I'm afraid that before Bo Laike gets close, he will be discovered, and then he will be chopped into pieces by the berserk orcs.

In this real world, there is no such thing as level crushing or instant killing.

He looked over to Dun Moder a few more times, and finally retreated regretfully, intending to go to other places, find a few blood ring camps, and bully the old, weak, sick and disabled.

"It's best to attract a small group of elite orcs to check, and then use the method of assassinating them one by one to grind them to death. In other words, the elite orcs should be able to drop some good goods."

Bu Laike thought so.

He glanced at his character card again.

He pessimistically found that the rank of warrior had dropped by another level, and had already dropped to level 3. At this rate, he could stay in the wetland for at most three or four days, so he had to go to the Arathi Highlands to find the priest to dispel the curse.

However, just ten minutes after Bu Laike left Dun Mod, he came to a hilly highland, intending to take a nap, but the little murloc in his arms suddenly croaked.

Ben Boerba hid in Bu Laike's arms tremblingly, pointing to the sky with his finger, and covering his eyes with the other hand.

Obviously freaked out by something.

Bu Laike looked along the little murloc's paw, and was startled in the next moment.

On the quiet sky of the wetland, under the stars, a huge black shadow is spreading its wings and flying towards Arathi Highland. It is far away and flying very high.

Bu Laike could only vaguely see a shadow, but that thing was at least thirty meters long!

Although in the form of the curse of the undead, Laike didn't need to breathe, but he instinctively held his breath for a moment, covering the croaking mouth of the little murloc in his arms.

That is

A dragon!

(end of this chapter)