Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 6 5. The Grave Robber

"These green-skinned orcs are so powerful!"

The screams of murlocs came from outside the camp.

Apparently they had been unilaterally slaughtered by the orcs, and Bo Laike was crouching there, darting at the wounded orcs who had been stabbed through the eyes and brains with the short sword.

Still thinking:

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

If it is not a sneak attack

As far as he grabbed my neck just now, he probably could have broken my spine.

With the ranks of fighters dying out more and more, there is no chance of winning against them head-on, but it is not difficult to assassinate them with a sneak attack.

Huh, this is"

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

Loss of smell in undead form.

But just by looking at this thing, you know it's not a fun thing.

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

Cloth Laike blinked, quickly dipped a rag in the venom, and spread it evenly on his dagger and short sword. He glanced outside the camp.

Four strong and furious orcs killed the murlocs lured by Bu Laike within a few minutes.

The most wonderful thing is that these furious guys, under the control of killing intent, dispersed to chase the fleeing murlocs. It would probably take them a few minutes to end the battle.

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

This is a great opportunity.

Bu Laike Shaw withdrew from the camp, hid in the shadows again, and ran back to the edge of the hill and swamp on tiptoe, staring at the thinnest of the four orcs.

The large army of the Blood Ring orcs should have been conscripted to the Arathi battlefield to fight against the human highland knights in Stormgard, and those who stayed behind were scattered soldiers.

They held the Sardor Bridge, the retreat route of the Bleeding Ring orcs, and they also had the Dragonmaw orcs stationed in Grim Batol in the center of the wetlands as backup.

Captured by the evil artifact, the mighty Red Dragonqueen Laikestrasza, the mighty Red Dragonqueen and the Life-binder, should also be imprisoned in the abandoned Wildhammer dwarven city hundreds of years ago.

These orcs had almost no opponents in the wetlands, no wonder their troops were so scattered, there were only so few people in such a large camp.

Bo Laike's eyeballs rolled as an idea popped into his mind.

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

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

The collapse of the warrior class is now estimated to be inevitable.

If you don't want to let yourself continue to fall into weakness, then before breaking through the dangerous Sardo Bridge, it is imperative to raise the thief class that 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 kind of thinking in mind, Bu Laike silently prepared to pounce under the cover of branches and leaves.

Waiting for the blood ring orc with a hunting stick to drag the murloc corpse closer with a satisfied face, the skinny rib-man assassin jumped down from the tree.

It's almost a replica of killing the old orc, but this time Laike learned his lesson.

The dagger in the left hand was a false move, and the orc who was frightened by the sneak attack first swung his hunting stick to block, and then the dagger in the right hand thrust out suddenly.

Heavy things like hunting sticks need to be held with both hands.

"puff"

The sharp murloc dagger pierced the orc's temple accurately and ruthlessly, and as Bo Laike turned his wrist, it was like a red-hot nail, messing his brain into a ball.

"hum"

The scorching power was transmitted into the body along the dagger. The "experience" this time was slightly more than that of killing orcs before, which made Bu Laike's eyes shine.

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

awesome!

an hour later.

With a trembling wrist, Bo Laike pulled the short sword out of the eye of the last Bleeding Orc.

A dangerous bloodstain was cut on his chest by the battle axe. If it wasn't for the curse of undeath that prevented the blood from being lost in large quantities, the ax that the orc counterattacked just now would have seriously injured him again.

This failed assassination also made Bu Laike understand a truth.

The stealth effect brought about by his low-level shadow affinity is not omnipotent. The blood ring orcs are good at hunting, and their perception is stronger than ordinary orcs.

To deal with the old, weak, sick and disabled, it is very convenient to use assassination, but to deal with this kind of blood ring orcs who are in their prime, if they are not careful, they will be discovered 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 when the sneak attack failed.

This fully illustrates two reasons.

First, assassins are best not to confront fighters or hunters.

Second, poison is really a good thing.

After a two-hour rest, Bo Laike moved the corpses of the six orcs together, and while searching, threw a piece of dried fish that looked edible.

"Oh, luck is running out."

After searching the corpses of six orcs, Bo Laike found nothing but several vials of Halo Poison.

He sighed, with a sense of sadness from a non-chieftain, and threw the dried meat in his hand to the little murloc Benbo Erba who was trying to grab the orc battle axe.

The latter let out a cry of surprise, grabbed the jerky and began to bite.

It's in a good mood.

But Bu Laike's mood couldn't get better. He spent two days killing many murlocs and found a dagger and a short sword.

He tried his best and killed six blood ring orcs, but he still got nothing.

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

It's understandable when you think about it.

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

Ok?

wait!

Bu Laike suddenly thought of something.

He raised his head, glanced at the Ironbeard Tomb that was burned by the orcs, and a clear smile appeared on his thin face.

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

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".

Bu Laike curled his lips, and in his heart he scorned this group of orc invaders who had no bottom line. He stood up, hooked his fingers at the Benboerba who was biting the jerky, and said:

"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 that those dead souls who have passed away will see that I killed the orc invaders who disturbed their peace

Give me something good for the poor traveler. "

The little murloc croaked twice, followed behind Laike with the unique murloc walking posture of swaying from side to side, walked around the burnt 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 the tombs of their ancestors are generally larger and more luxurious than those of humans. Bu Laike stepped into the tomb with the torch left by the orcs.

Going down the stairs to the first floor, you can see a coffin that was dragged out by the orcs and thrown to the ground and smashed to pieces.

There are also skeletons scattered here and there.

"These guys."

Bu Laike shook his head, feeling a little disappointed in his heart. The orcs seem to have searched this place, and probably left nothing good.

But he didn't leave immediately, but took some time to pile up the scattered bones and make a simple tombstone with the broken coffin.

This kind of behavior is meaningless, but Laike has lived in another world for more than 20 years, and he has formed the habit of worshiping his ancestors regularly every year.

He couldn't understand the behavior of blaspheming the soul of the dead.

Although it is meaningless, at least it can 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, and just as he walked in, he heard a strange grunting sound.

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

At this moment, Bu Laike grabbed the little murloc quickly with his eyes and hands, rolled backwards, and lay there, a ball of green slime flew out like a cannonball, rubbing his head.

Just as it hit the stone wall behind it, white smoke rose from the stone immediately.

Toxic!

At this moment, Laike finally knew why the Blood Ring orcs set fire to the Ironbeard Tomb. The depths of the cemetery must have been closed for too long, and an ooze monster was born!

He lay there disheveled, and the little murloc in his arms was also startled and croaked.

Laike raised his head, and saw a slime-like thing, swaying a slimy, translucent slime-like huge body, crawling towards him unsteadily.

The body of the thing is a translucent gel, green in color, filled with messy skeleton bones, and a half-digested orc corpse.

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

There are several swords stuck in the body, several hunting sticks, and a strange head with a weathered black dwarf skeleton inside.

It should still be exuding a foul smell.

Not to mention how disgusting it is!

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 slime belongs to.

Whether they are even living things remains to be seen.

But one thing that 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 probably swallowed at least four or five orcs.

To fight against such a guy, you can use any sharp dagger or short sword, but Bo Laike still has something in his hand. He hugged the little murloc and rolled to the left again, avoiding the slime spray of the ooze monster.

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

It's also bullying the latter's brainlessness.

The slime monster made an "open mouth" movement, like the most obedient dog, and swallowed the purple-black cursed evil weapon into its stomach head-on.

Then, Laike heard a sound like boiling water, gurgling, and the translucent gel inside the huge ooze monster also seemed to be lit with a purple-black flame.

Swell, swell.

re-expansion.

"Damn it!"

Laike turned around and ran while holding the little murloc in his arms. The moment he rushed to the first floor of the tomb, the muffled sound of a bomb explosion sounded behind him, followed by the hissing sound of venom corroding stones.

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

It's over here.

Whether it's the exquisite stone carvings or the scattered coffins around them, they were all corroded in the explosion of the big ooze monster. The bones, corroded weapons, and disgusting corpses in the ooze monster were all scattered all over the place. .

"Ok?"

Closing his eyes, Laike sent out his perception for a moment, his heart skipped a beat. In the rubbish on the floor, he felt at least two items with magical fluctuations.

"Doing good deeds really pays off, no matter which world you are in."

Ribs man grinned, skinny like an undead, and his face was burned by the flames, showing a smile that could scare a child into tears.

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

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

I will make good use of what you give me. "

(end of this chapter)