MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-Chapter 6 5. Tomb Robber

   Chapter 6 5. Tomb Robber

   "These green orcs are so powerful!"

   The screams of murlocs came from outside the camp.

  Obviously, they were slaughtered unilaterally by the orcs, and Black was squatting there, quickly looting the injured orcs who were stabbed into the brain by the daggers.

   Still thinking:

   "The orc was so old just now, but his strength is at least twice as strong as mine. This is still the elite template of Prince Drake, and he doesn't have the upper hand.

   If it wasn't a sneak attack

   Just when he grabbed my neck just now, he could probably cut off my spine.

As the    warrior class is dying out, there is no chance of winning against them head-on, but if you use sneak attack to assassinate, it is not difficult.

  Hey, this is"

   He quickly found a bottle in the animal skin pocket of the orc under his feet, and when he opened the stopper, he saw a black liquid inside.

   Loss of smell in undead form.

   But just by the look of this thing, you know it's not a good thing.

   "The Blood Ring clan is good at hunting guerrillas, so this should be poison."

  Blake blinked, quickly dipped a rag with the venom, and evenly spread it on his dagger and dagger. He glanced outside the camp.

  The four strong and furious orcs killed the murlocs lured by Black in less than a few minutes.

  The best thing is that these guys on the top of the rage, under the control of killing intent, scattered to chase the fleeing murlocs. It is estimated that they will end the battle within a few minutes.

   Then, with the killing intent satisfied in his heart, he returned to the camp to rest.

   This is a great opportunity.

  Black Shaw withdrew from the camp, hid in the shadows again, and crept back to the edge of the border between the hills and the swamp. He stared at the thinnest of the four orcs.

The large force of   Bloodring Orcs should be recruited to the battlefield of Arathi to fight with the human highland knights in Stromgard. Those who stayed behind were all wandering soldiers.

  They defended the Saldor Bridge, the retreat of the Blood Ring Orcs, and they also had the Dragonmaw Orcs stationed in Grim Batol in the center of the wetlands as backup.

  The life-binder captured by the evil artifact, the mighty Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza should also be imprisoned in that wildhammer dwarf city abandoned hundreds of years ago.

   These orcs have almost no opponents in the wetlands, no wonder their troops are so scattered, and there are only so many people in such a large camp.

  Blake's eyes rolled, and an idea came to his mind.

   I killed two orcs just now, and I gained more experience than killing thirty murlocs. Obviously, the "level" of the orcs is much higher than that of the murlocs.

  Although there is no such magical thing as "level" in reality, more "experience" can only mean that orcs are more dangerous than murlocs,

   Now the collapse of the warrior class is estimated to be inevitable.

   If you don’t want to let yourself continue to be weak, then before breaking through the dangerous Saldo Bridge, it is the top priority to raise the thief class who is not affected by the Shadow Curse as soon as possible.

   In other words, hurry up, fight monsters and upgrade!

   In this wetland right now, is there a better target than these scattered blood ring orcs?

   With this thought in mind, Blake silently prepared to pounce under the cover of the branches and leaves.

   While waiting for the blood-ring orc with a hunting stick, dragging the murloc body with a contented face, the thin skeleton assassin jumped down from the tree.

   is almost a copy of the attack and kill the old orc, but this time Black behaved well.

   The dagger in his left hand was a false move. First, the orc who was frightened by the sneak attack waved his hunting stick to block, and then the dagger in his right hand stabbed sharply.

   Hunting sticks are heavy things that need to be held with both hands.

   "Poof"

  The sharp murloc dagger pierced the orc's temple with precision and ruthlessness, and when Black's wrist was turned, it was like a red-hot nail, and his brain was smashed into a ball.

   "Om"

  The scorching power was introduced into the body along the dagger. The "experience" this time was a little more than the previous killing of orcs, which made Black's eyes bright.

   Successful assassination, one-shot kill, and additional rewards?

   Awesome!

   An hour later.

   Black dragged his trembling wrists and pulled the dagger out of the eyes of the last blood ring orc.

   A dangerous bloodstain was cut open by the battle axe on his chest. If it wasn't for the undead curse that prevented the blood from draining in large quantities, the axe that the orcs counterattacked just now would probably have seriously injured him again.

   This failed assassination also made Black understand a truth.

   The stillness and concealment effect brought by his primary shadow affinity is not omnipotent. Blood ring orcs are good at hunting, and their perception is stronger than ordinary orcs.

   It is very convenient to use assassination to deal with the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, but to deal with this kind of blood ring orcs who are in their prime, if they are not careful, they will find them when they approach.

   Thanks to the help of the poison smeared on the dagger, he was able to kill the strongest blood ring orc in the frontal battle where the sneak attack failed.

   This fully illustrates two truths.

   First, it is best for assassins not to face fighters or hunters.

   Second, poison is really a good thing.

  After a two-hour break, Black moved the bodies of the six orcs together, and while searching, he threw a piece of jerky, which seemed to be edible, into his mouth.

   "Alas, luck is running out."

   After searching the corpses of six orcs, Black found nothing at all except for several bottles of blood ring poison.

   He sighed, with a sadness of the African chief, and threw the jerky in his hand to the little murloc Bumbolba who was trying to grab the orc battle axe beside him.

   The latter cried out in surprise, grabbed the jerky and bit it.

   It's a good mood.

   But Black's mood was not good. He spent two days killing a lot of murlocs and found a dagger and a short sword.

   tried his best to kill six blood ring orcs, but still got nothing.

  This shows that in the real world of Azeroth, those well-equipped weapons are not as flooded as in the game.

   It is understandable to think about it.

   After all, it is designed for playability and gameplay. How can there be so many good blacksmiths in the world who can make excellent weapons all over the world? Not even the most skilled dwarves can do it.

Um?

and many more!

  Blake suddenly thought of something.

   He raised his head and glanced at the Tomb of Ironbeard that was burnt down by the orcs. A clear smile appeared on his thin face.

   When the dwarves bury the dead, they seem to have the habit of burial.

   No wonder these orcs built a camp here after burning and destroying the tomb. After a long time, these blood ring orcs came to "fight".

  Blake curled his lips, and despised this group of bottomless orc invaders in his heart. He stood up and hooked his fingers at the burble who was biting jerky, saying:

   "Little guy, come with me, let's go to the Tomb of Ironbeard and pay homage to the ancestors of the dwarves.

   express my respect, I hope those who have passed away, for the sake of killing the orc invaders who disturbed their peace

   Give me something good for the poor traveler. "

   The little murloc croaked twice, and with the murloc's unique walking posture, swaying from side to side, he followed behind Black, bypassed the burned black rocks, and walked into the tomb in front of him.

  The tombs of the dwarves are actually no different from the tombs of humans.

   However, dwarves are good at digging pits and carving stones, so their ancestors’ tombs are generally larger and more luxurious than those of humans. Blake stepped into the tomb with the torch left by the orcs.

   Walk down the stairs to the first floor, where you see a coffin that was dragged out by the orcs and smashed to pieces on the ground.

   There are also skeletons scattered all over the place.

   "These guys."

  Black shook his head, feeling a little disappointed in his heart. It seemed that the orcs had already scavenged this place, and it was estimated that nothing good was left.

   But instead of leaving right away, he took a moment to pile up the scattered skeletons and make a simple tombstone out of the broken coffin.

   This kind of behavior is meaningless, but Blake has lived in another world for more than 20 years, and he has developed the habit of worshipping his ancestors every year.

   He didn't like the act of desecrating the souls of the dead.

Although    is meaningless, it can at least calm his mind.

   He stood up and bowed to the simple tombstone. The little murloc behind him looked at him curiously, followed his example and bowed forward.

   Then he walked into the lower, wider tomb, only to hear a strange grunt as soon as he entered.

   It sounded like some kind of liquid shaking, with a weird roar.

   At this moment, Blake quickly grabbed the little murloc, rolled backwards, and lay there. A cloud of green mucus was like a cannonball, wiping his head and flying out.

   was hitting the stone wall behind him, and immediately white smoke rose from the stone.

  Very poisonous!

   At this moment, Blake finally knew why the Blood Ring Orcs set fire to the Ironbeard's Tomb. The depths of the cemetery were probably closed for too long, and an ooze monster was born!

   He lay there with a sullen face, and the little murloc in his arms was also startled and let out a croaking sound.

  Black raised his head, and saw a mass of slime-like things, swaying and swaying his slimy, translucent, mucus-like huge body, swaying and crawling towards him.

  The body of that thing is a translucent gel, green, covered with messy skeletons, and a half-digested orc corpse.

  The filthy blood on the corpse dyed the lower body of the ooze monster dark purple, and the flesh was melted into it.

  A few swords, a few hunting sticks, and a grotesque head with a weathered black dwarf skeleton in it.

   It should still have a foul smell on it.

   Not to mention how disgusting!

   This kind of thing is naturally a "specialty" in the magical world of Azeroth. Even the most knowledgeable mage can't tell you clearly what type of creature the ooze belongs to.

   Even if they are living things, it remains to be seen.

   But what is certain is that they have absolutely no intelligence, and will only instinctively devour everything they encounter, whether it is wood, steel, or flesh and blood.

  Looking at the size of the ooze monster in front of him, it is estimated that it has swallowed at least four or five orcs.

   To fight against such a guy, daggers, daggers, no matter how sharp they are, but Black still has one thing in his hand, he hugs the little murloc, and rolls to the left again, avoiding the slime spray of the ooze.

   He grabbed the black magic suitcase from behind his waist, grabbed the key from his wrist, inserted it into the suitcase, and flicked it, the purple-black cursed weapon was thrown at the disgusting ooze monster.

   is also bullying the latter for being brainless.

  The ooze made an "open mouth" action, like the most obedient dog, and swallowed the purple-black cursed evil weapon into its stomach.

   Then, Blake heard the sound of boiling water, gurgling, and the translucent gel body of the huge ooze also seemed to ignite a purple-black fire.

   to expand, to expand.

   Re-expansion.

   "Damn!"

  Black hugged the little murloc, turned around and ran. The moment he rushed to the tomb on the first floor, the muffled sound of a bomb exploded from behind, followed by the hissing sound of venom corroding stones.

   He and the little murloc waited in the tomb on the first floor for ten minutes before lighting up the torches and entering the lower floor.

   It's over here.

Whether it's the delicate stone carvings or the scattered coffins around, they were all corroded by the explosion of the big ooze monster. The bones in the ooze monster's body, the corroded weapons, and the disgusting corpses were all scattered on the ground. .

"Um?"

  Blake closed his eyes, sent out perception for a moment, his heart pounded, in this garbage, he felt at least two things with magical fluctuations.

   "There is a reward for doing good deeds, no matter which world is the same."

   The Rib Man grinned, as thin as a undead, and his face burned by the flames showed a smile that could scare children to tears.

   He opened his eyes, quickly put the cursed weapon back into the magic suitcase, and followed his perception to find the two magic items.

   "Well, look what I've found? A magic bag, the thing I need most now! Thank you for your gift, ancestors of the dwarves.

  I will make good use of what you have given me. "

   (end of this chapter)