Chapter 003: The Disaster of the Wetland Fishmen

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I cannot let any one of you go

Blake finished off the last two fishmen, and as he turned to walk a few steps towards the small village scattered with fishman corpses, he was astonished to discover that there were still fishmen in the village.

The fishmen are easy to deal with; as long as you can scare them, you have already won half the battle

That's right

But this is merely an illusion

Blake strode forward with a sword in hand

The rusty knives and swords were thrown by him with a deadly technique, tossed left and right, more skillfully than before, resembling flying daggers as they pinned the two fleeing fishmen to the ground

The greatest threat to a soldier is, indeed, their disgusting and ugly face, which acts as a psychological shock, causing soldiers to lose their appetite.

It was the well-trained body of Prince Drake that issued a warning through its keen perception

Most importantly, as he killed the fishman, a barely audible heat flowed into his body along the weapon, very subtle, almost imperceptible

How should the experiences gained from these fish killers be allocated among my three ranks? Additionally, will the continuous elevation of ranks bring me new skills?

Ha!

A slippery head was thus held in Blake's hand

No longer feeling fear, these weak fishmen before him are the key to his becoming stronger

The health bar below the character card has also been shortened slightly

The sword blade hangs down, the left hand clenched into a fist

The name flashed through Blake's mind, and a few seconds later, five or six fishmen rushed out of the darkness, appearing before his eyes

Blake looked at the group of little fishmen before him, then glanced at the rusty knife stained with blood in his hand. He curled his lip and tossed the knife aside.

As the fishman's sword struck Blake, his fist also landed on the fishman's smooth head

In that moment, Blake seemed to have stumbled upon five million dollars falling from the sky, and he let out a hearty laugh

Most of the body is covered with shiny, smooth scales, but there is a scaled spine on the back. The large, protruding eyeballs on the head, which continuously open and close, also shine with an eerie light

A few minutes later, at the edge of the Fishman village, Blake suddenly charged out, wielding two rusted weapons, and took advantage of the moment when the Fishmen were startled to launch a fierce attack with his dual blades

"Whoosh, whoosh"

snap

This skill is extremely important for any warrior who wishes to engage in combat with the fishmen

He stomped his feet, splashing mud, startling the little fish people, who all quacked and dove into the water, each escaping with an instinctive frog kick

swish

No

Amidst the screams of the fishman, green, foul-smelling blood gushed out like a waterfall, as Blake's fist struck into its eye socket, causing the fishman to jump around in pain

The other fishmen, frightened, turned to flee, but were caught up by the tall and long-legged Blake, who brought them down to the ground with his feet, his fists, and by striking them with mud and stones he picked up at hand

Six or seven fishmen were slaughtered, and the strands of scorching energy were absorbed into his body, causing Blake Shaw to emit a contented moan as he picked up a worn-out cleaver left behind by the fishmen

That valiant posture truly resembles the resurrection of a prince

Will one learn the descent of the celestial beings

Run, hurry and run, you little rascals

The foul-smelling green blood was splattered everywhere, and the remaining fishmen were squawking in chaos as they scattered, only to be caught up by Blake, who killed them one by one with his knife

Blake immediately opened his eyes and got up

Fist of the Tide

It is not too difficult, is it

But this is nothing.

Yet it truly made Blake feel that the curse's weakness had alleviated somewhat

Happiness arrives so suddenly, it truly makes one look forward to it

That is his next objective

It is just like growth

Letting one go will attract a whole group. Given my current situation, I truly need strength, so I apologize, my fishman brothers

He suddenly slapped his forehead, and a translucent character card popped out, glancing down below. After a period of rest, the health bar had returned to a healthy level

Tsk tsk

Fishman! Detestable fishman!

However, the effect of the reckless hacking was excellent. It was another surprise attack, and in the moment of engagement, that group of wet fellows was knocked down by Blake, who took advantage of his height, taking down three of them.

They have their own civilization, their own language, and their own social structure, but in most cases, they are very cruel and barbaric

A few minutes later, a cry of surprise echoed from the village of the fish people

Meanwhile, Blake was observing the movements of the surrounding environment while quickly recalling the conditions of the wetland in his mind

I glanced again at the fishman's head I was holding, casually tossing it aside; that slippery object bounced like a ball, landing at the feet of the remaining fishmen.

Rgmmlr ! Grgrmlmlrl !

These fishmen have robbed many travelers, and they should be able to find some supplies here

Fishmen are creatures that bully the weak and fear the strong

The rusty sword struck Black's waist, leaving a scar, but not much blood flowed out. The curse of becoming undead weakened him while also ensuring that he would not lose a significant amount of blood

Blake snatched the rusty iron sword from its claws

The ugly creature, born from the deep sea, is a wondrous being that permeates every inch of land in Azeroth

After all, knowing how to do something and truly being able to do it are two different concepts

The injuries are not severe; these fishmen are weak and only bully the common people

This punch is not ordinary; it is a special fighting technique developed by the Kul Tiran people, who have been companions of ships since childhood and trained on the sea.

bang

After all, the skin has all dried out

In the next moment, he let out a loud shout, bending down as per the movements etched in his memory, clenching his left fist, stepping forward, and striking fiercely at the blue-skinned fishman that was lunging towards him.

Most importantly, merfolk generally have a custom of cannibalism

Blake crossed his arms and laughed a few times, then patted his belly, returned to the village, and began to search around in the village adorned with rotten wood, seaweed, and shells.

He no longer harbors any fear in his heart

Hahaha

On either side of their necks, there are gills that are constantly quivering

I see

The bodies of these fishmen exhibit a dull green color, adorned with blue spots

It is as if Blake, like a prince, has undergone rigorous training in the past

The small, soft body, devoid of any slimy scales, stared with large eyes, huddled together in fear like little tadpoles, watching the fishman slayer, Black Shaw.

And now, the fishmen who dominate the wetland marshes have evidently found new prey

In the darkness of the night, he hummed a folk song from Drake's memory, recalling the skills of those thieves, stealthily advancing through the mire

Compared to the ugly and disgusting appearance of adult fishmen, these newly born little ones are much cuter

Will there be a time when one learns the art of the massacre feast

His heart, having mistakenly entered another world, was rooted in the anxiety of being unable to control his fate, which was completely eliminated in that moment

Blake shook the green blood in his hand and made a fist-downward motion to celebrate his victory in the first battle

He leaped forward and struck down a merman with a single sword swing. In the next moment, he turned around, and the rusty sword in his hand was thrown with a special technique. This was the fifth-level rogue class of Prince Drake, which granted him the deadly throwing skill

Now that I have gained experience from killing monsters, I just don't know if they will drop equipment

This is the fishman

However, if his opponent were changed from a merman to an orc, it might be a bit more glorious

Hahaha

Hmm? That's not right!

They are noisy and unsettling

With great force, he struck the bulging eye of the fishman with a powerful punch. This was Blake's first battle, and he did not understand the concept of holding back, which only amplified the destructive power of his punch

Their average height is less than 1 meter, and when they run, they resemble a group of comical little people

There is also no particular order

Hmm?

Instinctively, the body lowered, hands clenched naturally, adopting a fighting stance, as the combat techniques belonging to Prince Drake continuously emerged in the mind

However, the rusted sword clutched in its claws, or the fierce shouting while brandishing some bizarre thigh bone, made it impossible for Blake to laugh

The taller fishman at the forefront, upon seeing Blake, swung his rusty iron sword, shaking his body as he charged towards Blake

Blake also stood still, savoring the fluid motion of the sword swing he had just executed, while attempting to recall the prince's swordsmanship from memory, flipping his wrist to let the rusty sword in his hand create a sound of wind.

Did you really lose your equipment?

It should have just hatched

It is the experience gained after defeating monsters

At midnight, a sense of impending crisis surged into the weary consciousness of Blake Shaw, as if a person walking in the dark suddenly sensed that something was happening around them

He thought to himself, and upon seeing the leading fishman beheaded by a sword, the charge of the remaining fishmen was like crashing against a solid wall

The short and stocky figures have webbed hands and feet, their chaotic cries echoing as they leap forward, the hoarse and sharp sounds conveying their anger and cruelty

Ggggggmlr ! Grm......Rmlg ! ! Rgmmlr ! Grgrmlmlrl ! ''

After a few minutes of practice, he began to familiarize himself with this stealth mode, even finding a hint of the feeling of an assassin's stealth in the game

They are merely fishmen; any well-trained human soldier can easily defeat a group of them, provided that they are not allowed to summon too many companions

They no longer scream either

It is experience

This greatly boosted Blake's confidence

Blake quickly learned from memory, using the longsword for the first time, not very skillfully, and instead of piercing the fleeing fishman's head, it stabbed into the unfortunate bookworm's abdomen

Blake said to the fishmen who could not understand his words

This group of blue-skinned fishmen is not to be taken lightly; they have entrenched themselves in the marshes of the Baradin Gulf, and prior to the orc invasion, they were the greatest menace of this wetland

This should be not far from the Baladin Bay, a marsh left by the impact of the sea, and the most abundant organisms in this marsh are ... ...

In the surrounding darkness, something happened. Approaching!

Countless travelers and caravans have lost their lives to them, their possessions plundered. Now, Blake's slaughter of them can barely be considered an act of justice

Blake felt an impulse to retreat, but the memories belonging to Drake told him that at this moment, he should advance

Perhaps it is due to the cursed shadow affinity talent that Blake, while walking through the mire, only makes an imperceptible sound

If the first wave of confrontation cannot subdue them, Blake will be finished today

Uh ... ...

Those big eyes were almost adorable

A nest of little fish people

The creatures before me are humanoid, with four limbs, their heads and bodies connected, staring with dead fish eyes

Puff

A series of splashing sounds, along with the chaotic clamor of voices, interrupted Blake's thoughts at that moment, as something approached from the darkness.

Following the feeling, I made a swift motion with my hand

They were frightened

In the distance ahead, he has already spotted a village of fishers

Well, look what I have discovered

He grasped the rust-covered sword in his right hand again

Each person grabs one, captures that nest of little fish people, walks outside the village, and throws them into the muddy river water

This is the starting stance of the Kul Tiran military swordsmanship

But if it does not intimidate...

Once again, green blood bursts forth

It is like a soft tomato that has been smashed by a punch

The dead fish eyes of the companion emitted an eerie light, staring at them and causing those timid fellows to retreat in unison.

He paid no attention to the sword swung by the fishman, as if the sharp blade did not exist at all

It is certainly the case