Chapter 006 Walking in the Shadow of the Dragon
The shadow extends a hand to this beginner
He reached out to touch his forehead, and the character card was summoned. In the talent section, there was now an additional talent called "Shadow Walk," and the skill bar also featured a new skill called "Stealth."
Receiving the magical backpack was certainly an unexpected delight, and Blake immediately tossed the magical suitcase into the backpack, as carrying such a dangerous item on his person was too conspicuous
Just right to be used as a flying knife
It is the foundation of thieves, assassins, and rogues, their signature skills; a skilled thief can even vanish silently in broad daylight, under the watchful eyes of hundreds.
Let us go, Bumblebee, and with a single effort, reach level 10 before dawn tomorrow
This thing is indeed quite strange in every sense of the word
A dragon
If we could kill all the orcs in this town
"It's about to start, Witt, give it your all, alright"
Beng Bo Er Ba shivered as he hid in Blake's embrace, pointing at the sky with one finger while covering his eyes with the other hand
Blake threw all his belongings into it, yet the backpack was still not full, and there was originally something happened inside it
The only thing that is somewhat unusual is that this item is heavy to handle, and from the perspective of weapon standards, its balance is exceptionally good
The pants worn are hunting leather trousers, styled like shorts, leaving two bare legs, which do not hinder movement. The leather boots on the feet were picked up from a merman village.
Only one-third remains until level 10
Forest Wristguards: Excellent Quality · Minor Protection
The large slime monster in the Tomb of Iron Whiskers was destroyed by the magic of a cursed artifact, and Blake, amidst the wreckage of the exploded slime monster, fortuitously discovered a peculiar bag covered in slime.
The elderly, weak, sick, and disabled left behind in the wetlands are unlikely to possess anything of value, yet surprises come unexpectedly. In the waist pouch of a legless orc soldier, Blake found a pair of leather wristbands
Blake estimated that it should be a high-quality item such as a rune line or a magic pattern line used by wizards. At the top of the small backpack, there is a drawstring that can be tightened or loosened.
This item is certainly suitable for use as a bludgeon
With just one entry, it is equivalent to nothing, only slightly more resilient than ordinary leather armor. Blake couldn't help but curl his lips in frustration; he has now come to understand some characteristics of the equipment.
The more attributes, the better, just like exquisite weapons such as the Leg of Viter. The description on the attributes is "enhanced," which is certainly more powerful than "weak"
Despite being in the form of a cursed undead, Blake instinctively held his breath for a moment and covered the mouth of the little fishman in his arms, who was making a racket.
A pile of polished gold coins
Well, the third leg
Blake finally bowed towards the makeshift tombstone stacked up on the second level of the Ironbeard's grave
On the thin, slender fingers, a barely audible shadow flows, covering every part of the palm and every part of the body
Blake thought so
The leather armor he wore was all stripped from orcs, and due to the curse, he had become as thin as a bamboo pole, which made the armor somewhat ill-fitting.
Blake could only vaguely see a shadow, but that thing was at least thirty meters long
Now is not the time to be particular
A very compact backpack that can be attached to a belt, similar to a waist bag. It is likely made from a type of high-quality, delicate leather, and is stitched with a shiny thread
He pessimistically discovered that his warrior rank had dropped another level, now down to level 3. At this rate, he could only stay in the wetlands for three or four more days before he would have to hurry to the Arathi Highlands to seek a priest to dispel the curse
Blake swung the leg of Witte in his hand, then casually tucked it into his belt, intending to use this fine weapon as his primary armament. As for the fishman dagger, which had quenched its thirst with the blood of fishmen and orcs, it would not go to waste either
However, just a few minutes after Blake left Danmord, he arrived at a hilly highland, intending to take a nap, when the little fishman in his arms suddenly began to croak.
In the battles of the past two days, he has mastered the deadly throwing skill to the level of "proficient"; within ten meters, he can hit exactly where he aims
There is a stone tablet belonging to a dwarf named "Veit". According to the inscription on the tablet, Veit fought for the Copperbeard family in the Battle of Three Hammers and ultimately lost his left leg at Grim Batol
Wittgenstein's Third Leg
Blake's heart was filled with joy, for this was the first commendable gift he had obtained with his own hands in this magical world
Powerful in function, it can not only be used to open beer, crack eggs, and make kitchen utensils, but also, after losing in gambling, it can conveniently be used to crack open a person's skull
Finally, I have advanced from level 9 to level 10
Blake followed the direction of the little fishman's claw, and in the next moment, he was also startled.
Thus, the shadow bestowed upon him the blessing of strength, allowing him to find refuge in the darkness
Excellent quality · Enhanced strike · Minor crush
It is as if one drapes the invisible new clothes of the king upon oneself, like donning a cloak
The night serves as the best disguise, gently draping a cloak of shadows over him, allowing him to sense the shadows that were once visible but intangible.
He glanced again at the equipment slot of the character card and found that this item was indeed regarded as a weapon, and its name brought back fond memories for him
That is ... ...
But he was not frustrated; instead, he squatted on the ground with a beaming smile, beginning to rummage through the belongings of several orcs.
I fear that Blake will be discovered before he even gets close, and then be torn to pieces by the frenzied orcs
Blake licked his lips
Soon, he discovered the second camp of the Blood Ring Orcs, and like the camp at the Tomb of Ironbeard, it was guarded only by a few frail and sickly orcs.
He found a few more bottles of Blood Ring poison in the camp, so he poisoned the short sword and dagger again. The leg of Vite is no longer needed, as this item is a blunt weapon
Blake grasped that hand and embraced it without reservation
He opened his eyes and raised his hands
It became even more beautiful, especially after Blake cleaned it thoroughly
There are approximately one hundred pieces of them. This enchanted backpack should belong to a certain blood ring orc who plundered in Azeroth, but in the end, it fell into the hands of Black, this skeleton.
Blake whistled and grabbed the leg of Witte from his waist
So he made himself another leg
whisper
Blake stroked his chin, thinking to himself
There was never any hope to begin with
The size is just right, and it can protect delicate toes, with a headscarf on top, dressed very much like an Arab.
Then, the next step is Danmode
A typical dwarven style, built against the mountains
When launching a surprise attack, strike directly at the head; it will either result in unconsciousness or a skull fracture. The significance of applying poison is rather limited
Blake's movements were slightly exaggerated, tearing the thin shadowy garment he wore, which led to the failure of his initial stealth attempt, and his emaciated body reappeared in the camp under the cover of night
It would be best to lure a small squad of elite orcs to investigate, and then use a method of individual assassinations to wear them down. Speaking of which, elite orcs should drop some good loot, right
It is evident that he was frightened by something.
swish
Taking advantage of the night, Blake entered stealth mode, walking cautiously beyond the camp. He concealed himself in the shadows, gazing towards the edge of his vision, where he could faintly see a small town nestled in a valley.
He looked around him
After being worn on the wrist, a new entry has also appeared in the equipment bar
That is a secret belonging to the shadows
Yes
Speaking of which, if I remember correctly, eighteen years later, in the Tomb of the Iron Mustache, there is also a quest chain involving a dwarf herbalist, and the final reward is also a magical satchel
Its actual capacity appears to be much larger than its volume, perhaps due to the use of magical spells similar to extension charms by the wizards
Some food that has been stored for an unknown period but has not yet spoiled, along with meat and an entire crate of dwarven ale
This thing is rather peculiar
A genius idea popped into my mind
In this real world, there is no such thing as level crushing or instant kills at will
It is a magical item
That night, Blake eliminated the last fleeing old orc with a poisoned throwing knife, just a few miles away from the dwarven town of Dun Morogh, which was occupied by orcs
Its appearance resembles that of a piece of rotten wood, grayish-black in color, approximately the length of a forearm, with the top being thicker than the tail by a circumference, and it is also inlaid with a circle of small frosted balls
The process of this upgrade was not as exaggerated as he had imagined; he simply felt a flash of inspiration in his heart
Let that small experience bar break through level 9
He sought the blessings of the souls of the dwarves for good fortune, and then, amidst the croaking of the murlocs, he donned the gray-black hunting cloak of the blood ring orcs, leaving the grave of Ironbeard and continuing his journey northeast
After the defeat of this evil large slime, Blake gained a substantial amount of experience points, which he allocated entirely to his rogue class.
... ...
So strange that Blake did not dare to think too deeply about it
Above the tranquil wetlands, beneath a multitude of stars, a massive shadow is spreading its wings, flying towards the Arathi Highlands, far away and at a great height
He gazed towards Danmorde a few more times, and finally, with regret, retreated, planning to wander to other places and find a few Blood Ring camps to bully the old, weak, sick, and disabled.
However, in reality, this thing is not as evil as he imagined. While organizing a memorial for the remains in the second layer of the tomb, he discovered some small stone tablets in the tomb that recorded the life stories of the deceased
But it does not matter, he still has enough time to learn the ways of these shadows
He sensed a faint thread of knowledge opening up to him in the darkness
However, items of excellent quality are so rare that one wonders how long it will take to be fortunate enough to find exquisite equipment like the leg of Vite
By hiding in the shadows and launching surprise attacks over the past few days, Blake has developed his own understanding of stealthy walking techniques. It is as if he has accumulated knowledge and experience, and now the final barrier has been broken.
Blake stood up, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and gently stepped back, following the feeling in his heart, attempting to touch the formless and intangible shadow
The tactile sensation is quite pleasant
He could not be bothered to plunder this camp, rubbed his hands together, and eagerly allocated this bit of experience to the rogue class. Then, under the watchful gaze of anticipation, the experience bar for the class moved forward a step
This handbag appears to be quite extraordinary
But it is clear upon reflection that it is impossible
and cut off all of one's breath, as if retreating into the shadows, disappearing from the present world
After Blake fastened it onto the belt he had stripped from the orc, a term "Magic Pattern Satchel" appeared in the equipment section of the character card
That is a realm that the current Blake can only aspire to but cannot reach
What is stationed there is not a mere rabble of the old, weak, sick, and disabled, but the true elite of the Blood Ring, who also raise orc war wolves with keen senses of smell and hearing
If it is truly possible to eliminate all four hundred orcs in the town of Danmod, then my rogue class is likely to rise all the way to level 15, or even level 20
This eclectic style, whether aesthetically pleasing or not, is beyond discussion
However, if it is merely beautiful, then this thing is not worth Blake's excitement.
He calmed himself and began to examine another magical item found among the remains of the soft mud monster
It has a strong clan style
There are few buildings visible on the surface, but the town is lit up, and orc patrols ride on the backs of war wolves, howling as they charge out of the town, heading further north
Having cleared the third camp he encountered, after being stabbed behind by the one-armed old orc and collapsing to the ground to take his last breath, a familiar surge of heat rushed into Blake's body
Could it be that the reward pouch given to me by that female dwarf at that time is what I have now found? No way
Blake's current attire is also quite interesting
Blake grasped it in his hand and swung it back and forth.
glanced at my character card again
Apart from this, there is nothing else worthy of commendation