MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-Chapter 4 3. The disaster of the Wetland Murlocs

   Chapter 4 3. The disaster of the murlocs in the wetlands

   "Huh? No!"

   At midnight, a sense of crisis approached, pouring into the tired Blake Xiao's sleeping consciousness, like a person walking in the dark, suddenly felt something moving around him.

   That is the warning sent by the well-trained body of Prince Drake in the keen perception.

   In this dark night around, something is approaching!

  Black 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's as if Blake, 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 concepts.

   At the same time, Blake was looking at the surrounding wind and grass while quickly recalling the situation in this wetland.

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

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

   A series of treading water and squealing screams interrupted Blake's thinking at this moment, and something approaching in the dark appeared.

   They are messy and disturbing.

   "Murloc! Nasty Murloc!"

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

   These creatures in front of them are humanoid, with limbs, head and body connected together, staring at the eyes of dead fish.

  The average height of them is less than one meter, and when they run, they look like a group of funny dwarfs.

   But the rusted sword in his claws, or the vicious shout wielding some kind of weird thighbone at all, made Black really laugh.

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

   Most of the body has bright and slippery scales, but there is a scaly spine on the back, and the huge protruding eyeballs on the head that keep closing and opening are also shining strangely.

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

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

   This is the Murloc.

   Ugly guys, born from the deep sea, magical creatures that spread across every inch of Azeroth.

   They have their own civilization, their own language, their own social structure, but for the most part, they are cruel and barbaric.

   The most important thing is that most murlocs have the custom of cannibalism.

   And now, the fish people who dominate the wetlands and swamps have obviously found new prey.

   "Rgmmlr! Grgrmlmlrl!"

The bigger murlocs led by    waved their rusted iron swords the moment they saw Black, swaying their bodies, and charged towards Black.

  Black had the urge to step back, but the memory that belonged to Drake told him that at this time, he should step forward!

   Murlocs are creatures that bully the soft and fear the hard.

  If the first wave of confrontation can't hold them down, Black is finished today!

   He slapped his forehead sharply, the translucent character card jumped out, glanced down, and after a rest, the health bar had returned to a healthy level.

   This gave Blake a lot of confidence.

"what!"

   In the next second, he roared loudly, followed the action in his memory, lowered his waist, clenched his left fist, took a step forward, and thumped the blue-gill murloc who was rushing towards him.

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

"Snapped"

   The rusty sword slashed at Blake's waist and abdomen, pulling out a scar, but not much blood flowed out. While the curse of undead made him weak, it also ensured that he would not lose a lot of blood.

   After all, the skin is dry.

   The health bar below the character card has also been shortened a bit.

   The damage is not serious, these murlocs are weak, so they bully the civilians.

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

"boom"

   The murloc's sword slashed at Black at the same time, and his fist also hit the murloc's smooth head.

   This punch is not ordinary. It comes from the special fighting skills that the Kul Tirans have been training on the sea since they were young and accompanied by ships.

  The Fist of the Tides!

   The momentum was heavy, and he punched the murloc's raised eyeballs with a punch. For the first time in the fight, Blake didn't know how to keep his strength, but it made this punch even more destructive.

   is like a soft tomato, smashed by a punch.

   In the murloc's screams, the green, stench blood spurted out like a waterfall, Black's fist smashed into its eye socket, and the murloc jumped up and down in pain.

  Black grabbed the rusty iron sword from its claws.

   Follow the feeling and wave backhand.

   "Poof"

   A slippery head was lifted into Black's hands just like that.

   "It's not too difficult."

   He thought so in his heart, and when he saw that the leading murloc had his head cut off by a sword, the charge of the rest of the murlocs was like hitting a wall in unison.

   They don't scream anymore.

  They were intimidated.

  Blake also stopped in place. He savored the smooth movement of swinging the sword just now, and learned the way the prince swings the sword in his memory. He turned his wrist and let the rusty sword in his hand make a sound of wind.

  The blade hangs down, and the left hand makes a fist.

   This is the Kul Tiras military swordsmanship starting move!

   The most important thing is that while the murloc was beheaded, an inaudible scorching heat flowed into his body along the weapon, so subtle that it was almost incomprehensible.

   But it did make Blake feel the weakness of the curse eased.

   is like growing up.

Do not.

   is an experience!

   is the experience gained after killing monsters!

   Exactly.

   Surely so!

"Hahaha"

  Blake let out a hearty laugh, as if he had picked up five million from the sky.

   He strayed into a different world in his heart, and the anxiety that stemmed from the inability to control his destiny was completely eliminated at this moment.

   took another look at the murloc head he was holding in his hand, and threw it away, and the slippery thing hit the feet of the remaining murlocs like a ball.

   The dead fish eyes of his companions glowed eerily, staring at them, scaring the timid ones back.

   And Black took his sword and strode forward.

   There was no more fear in his heart.

   There is no more fear, these weak murlocs are the key to his becoming stronger.

   "I can't let any of you go."

  Black said to the murlocs who didn't understand him at all:

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

  “Shu”

   jumped over and slashed a murloc with a sword. The next moment, he turned around. The rusty sword in his hand was thrown out by a special technique. This was Prince Drake's fifth-level thief class, which gave him a deadly throwing skill.

  Blake quickly learned from memory. It was the first time he used it, and he was not very skilled. The long sword that was supposed to pierce the head of the escaped murloc, stabbed it through the belly of the hapless man.

   Another green blood burst.

   The other murlocs were so frightened that they turned around and ran, but they were caught up by Black, who was tall and long-legged, and knocked them to the ground with their feet, fists, and mud stones they grabbed at random.

   is just a murloc, any well-trained human soldier can easily kill a group, provided they don't gather too many companions.

   This little skill is very important for any warrior who wants to fight a murloc!

"Well"

   Six or seven murlocs were slaughtered, and the scorching power was absorbed into his body, causing Blake Shaw to groan comfortably, and he grabbed an old machete left by the murlocs.

   grabbed the rusted sword in his right hand again.

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

   Maybe it was because of the shadow affinity talent acquired by the curse, so that Blake could only make an inaudible sound when he walked in the quagmire.

   After a few minutes of practice, he became familiar with this silent 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 murloc village.

   That was his next goal.

   Now that you have experience killing monsters, I just don’t know, will the equipment explode?

   And the experience gained from killing fish, how should I allocate it to my three classes? And the continuous promotion of rank, will it bring skills to myself?

   Will you learn to kill the feast in the future?

Will    learn to descend from the gods?

  Tsk tsk.

   Happiness comes so suddenly, it’s really exciting.

   A few minutes later, at the edge of the murloc village, Black, armed with two rusted weapons, dashed out, taking advantage of the time when the murlocs were alerted, slashing with both knives.

   also has no rules.

   But the effect of a few slashes was very good, and it was a sneak attack. At the moment of the battle, the group of wet guys was slashed three times by Black taking advantage of their height.

   The stench of green blood was scattered everywhere, and the remaining murlocs screamed and scattered, but they were caught up by Black and hacked to death.

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

   However, if his opponents were changed from murlocs to orcs, it might be more honorable.

   But that's okay.

   These blue-gill murlocs are not a good thing either. They are entrenched in the swamps of the Palatine Bay. Before the orcs invaded, they were the biggest disaster in this wetland.

   Countless travelers and caravans have been killed by them and looted, and now Blake slaughtered them, which is barely a just act.

"Whizzing"

   The rusty knives and swords were thrown left and right by him in a fatal throwing technique. They were more skilled than before, like flying knives flying out and pinning the two fleeing murlocs to the ground.

  Black shook the green blood in his hand, and made a clenched fist to celebrate his victory in the first battle.

   Murlocs are easy to deal with, as long as you can scare them off, you'll win half the battle.

   But if you can't scare

   "Well, look what I found?"

  Black finished the last two murlocs. He turned back and walked a few steps to the small village full of murloc corpses, and was surprised to find that there were murlocs in this village.

   A litter of little murlocs.

   should have just hatched.

  Compared to the ugly and disgusting appearance of adult murlocs, these newborn puppies are much cuter.

  Small, soft body, no sticky scales, and wide eyes, just like the little tadpoles, huddled together in horror, looking at the murloc slayer Blake Shaw.

   Those big eyes almost melted.

"Uh"

  Black looked at the litter of little murlocs in front of him, and then looked at the rusty knife in his hand that was stained with blood. He pouted and threw the knife in his hand aside.

   With one hand, he grabbed the brood of little murlocs, walked outside the village, and threw them into the swampy river.

   "Run, run, little bastards."

   He stomped his feet and splashed the mud, startling the little murlocs.

"Hahaha"

  Blake smiled a few words on his hips, patted his stomach again, and returned to the village, where he began to rummage around in the village decorated with rotten wood, seaweed, and shells.

  These murlocs have robbed a lot of travelers, they should be able to find some supplies here.

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

"Um?"

   "Is the equipment actually dropped?"

   (end of this chapter)