Chapter 004: Orcs - First Hunt

I got rid of a little pet, COOL

The little fish man tilted his head, blinked his big eyes, croaked loudly, sat cross-legged there, and began to eat the bread.

They rushed out, searching everywhere for the assassin, but returned empty-handed

This imposing-looking object is merely a shoddily made weapon, not the quality equipment that Blake had anticipated

The curse of the polluted Eye of Phares continues to weaken him, as evidenced most directly by the warrior class on his character card, which has fallen from level 7 to level 4

Alright, Benboerba.

A few minutes later, several roars echoed from the orc camp, followed by the sounds of a brawl, causing Blake, who was hiding behind a tree, to curl his lip.

It is evident that it has encountered orcs

He exclaimed

Blake hid in the shadows and quickly dashed into the swamp, the commotion caused by the fallen old orc had already alerted the orcs in the camp

Like a monkey, it pounced onto the back of the old orc

However, after wiping off the filthy mud, the blade of the dagger still shone with a snowy brilliance

Blake waved at it, startling the little fish person, which turned to run. However, Blake threw something over, and a piece of bread landed at its feet

Beneath the reef, there seems to be an ancient elven ruin, where the Naga clan is entrenched. The combat prowess of those soft-skinned serpents in the water is not something the orcs can rival

Blake suddenly jumped up from the ground, throwing himself into the orc's embrace, and with a sweep of his left hand, he deflected the punch thrown by the orc

The dragon's breath certainly spewed out without manipulation, which allowed the prince, who should have been melted, to remain intact, and also provided a possibility for recovery from what appeared to be a serious injury

The grip of the orc's fingers on the back of his neck was rapidly weakening. A few seconds later, he shook his body and fell to the ground, only to be caught by Blake, who dragged him into the shadow of a nearby large tree

A curled-up, emaciated "ribs man" silently emerged from the shadow of the large tree

It is a pity

Wait for me here, don't run around. I will go test the combat strength of the orcs and will be back soon. Be good.

He felt that the strength of his body had weakened significantly. In a few days, his warrior rank would likely drop to zero. Blake considered injecting the experience he had gained into the warrior rank to save it

A crisp call emerged from Blake's embrace, as a small blue fish person peeked out from his tattered clothing, staring wide-eyed downwards.

The advantage of the latter is the absence of orcs, but ...

The orc's act of desecrating the undead is absolutely unacceptable

The combat strength of the muscular, stick-like dwarves is not inferior to that of ordinary orcs, and they are further supported by steam tanks designed and manufactured by clever gnomes

There is a group of spiny naga there

Of course, it also received the bread

Let them all lose their minds one by one

But the orc

It approached Blake, boldly reaching out to grab the piece of bread in Blake's hand, attempting to snatch it away, but was abruptly lifted into the air by Blake, who raised his hand, holding the small fish person, which was the size of a palm.

The old orc spat rudely in the direction of the camp, leaning on his battle axe, and reluctantly made his way towards the swamp

In the next moment, the orc let out a roar, grabbed his hand axe, and was about to rise.

There is no need to elaborate; it is undoubtedly that damned shadow curse, coupled with the weakening effect caused by this body being scorched by dragon fire

Faintly visible is a section of ruined buildings, exhibiting a strong dwarven style, with large stones scattered everywhere, and a few orcs can still be seen camping there

Come here

He wants to roar

But that is a matter for the future

Truly lacking in martial ethics

The short sword in his right hand pierced into the old orc's throat, while the dagger in his left hand viciously stabbed towards the old orc's temple. This method of ambush was something Blake had long mastered

After much contemplation, he ultimately chose a more prudent approach

Touching the forehead, summoned the character card, and glanced at the equipment bar.

After discarding the bread in his hand, Blake expanded his perception. The prince's body had been trained for many years; although he had not participated in many actual battles, his noble bloodline and the rogue class endowed him with a perception that surpassed that of ordinary people

COOOOL !

Fortunately, the large city built like a fortress is easy to defend and difficult to attack. The orcs spent more than a year in Khaz Modan and still could not break through the city gates

What a good thing

While gaining immense power, they also became more irritable, like frenzied warriors, as the blood of dark energy flowed within them, causing them to lose their sanity

In the past two days, he has killed many fishmen and accumulated quite a bit of experience

Yet it allows him to walk more lightly and swiftly in the darkness, like a silent black cat moving forward

However, the health bar of the character card will no longer increase once it reaches 70%

This is the symbol of the Blood Ring Orcs, who are a group that worships death and engage in very brutal rituals. Upon reaching adulthood, Blood Ring Orcs are required to gouge out their own eyes as part of their sacrificial rites

The latter can also be restored through healing techniques. Blake is now only grateful that the orc is controlling a red dragon, rather than a black dragon or a blue dragon

Neither have I acquired skills, nor have I obtained mysterious talents

They are beyond救了.

Killing fishers in the wetlands, this method has never failed.

In the village of the fish people, Blake was eating bread with a taste as bland as chewing wax

He quietly slid down from the high ground, gripping tightly in his left hand the fishman dagger with a handle wrapped in tattered cloth, while in his right hand, he gently drew a short sword from behind his waist

The emaciated Blake, resembling a true wraith, squinted his eyes and lowered his body, peering towards the orc.

I still have a lot here

Two days later, Blake finally emerged from the mire of Baladin Bay and stepped onto solid hills. He climbed to a high point and looked northward under the setting sun

There are also spellcasters like the Sea Witch, coming from the reef sea, which poses too great a risk

When the rib man charged into the camp, the injured orc happened to make eye contact with Black

It is the same quality green weapon, also a trophy found in the merman village.

After all, it is an orc

But there is also bad news

I patted its head and said to it

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

On the other side of the Dark Portal in the world of Draenor, they were tempted by the demons of the Burning Legion and drank the blood of demons

However, this was good news for Blake. Soon, the brawl in the camp came to an end, and an old orc, bruised and battered, was driven out of the camp.

But Blake is faster than him

Blake smiled triumphantly, disregarding the struggles of the little fishman, and carried it deeper into the swamp, all the while saying:

Blake jumped in, feeling around on both sides, and finally pulled out a dagger with a handle that was completely corroded

But after taking a few steps, Blake turned back. He squinted his eyes and looked behind him, and saw a small fishman with blue stripes hiding by a patch of water plants

He took a deep breath, tightened his grip on the weapon in his hand, and stealthily made his way towards the orc, moving cautiously in the shadows beside the light cast by the setting sun

The former can be purified by the Holy Light

twice, three times, four times

The assassination was successful

Blake, this wicked individual, deliberately opened his backpack, revealing it stuffed full of some darkened bread and jerky.

So, after the orc chieftain Orgrim crossed the sea, did he also gather the Blood Ring orcs from the Wetlands to participate in the battle in Arathi

The Tomb of the Iron Whiskers

Like blood flowers blooming

With wide, adorable eyes, she curiously peered at him, her head poking in and out.

and they are very afraid of them

The Dwarves of the Bronze beard have lost the entirety of the territory of Khaz Modan and the Wetlands; no matter how angry they are, they can only remain confined in their capital, Ironforge

He looked towards the orc camp outside the Ironbeard's tomb. There were not many orcs, only four or five, but judging by the size of the camp, it was evident that it could accommodate more orcs

Creatures such as fishmen, although capable of language, are clearly not very intelligent. These fishman offspring are even more foolish, yet they are filled with curiosity about the world.

This is still not enough

A few minutes later, a cacophony of sounds that disturbed the orcs arose by the swamp's edge

A few irritable orcs saw a large group of fishmen rushing out chaotically from the edge of the swamp, and without taking a closer look, they charged forward with their axes and hunting sticks.

I want to call you Benboerba. I have always wanted one, but that thing costs 3,500 US dollars, which I cannot afford. You resemble it quite a bit, so in a way, this fulfills my dream.

They can no longer contain the anger in their hearts and are about to vent their frustrations by attacking a few fishmen

The little fishman's eyes suddenly brightened

Upon seeing the figure of the orc, the already close Bolbat, who was with Blake, immediately shrank his head back

The old orc complained and mumbled, limping along while carrying his battle axe, as he rounded the camp and reached a blind spot in his line of sight

But a severed neck cannot produce any sound

Scorching hot blood rushes towards me

Spirit Monkey's Fishman Dagger: Excellent Quality · Slight Armor-Piercing

In battle, one may be fierce and valiant, yet when at leisure, one might even turn against comrades with fists and feet

Hmph

The short sword in the right hand pierced the orc's heart like a hunting viper, accompanied by a slightly armor-piercing blade that tore through the orc's leather armor, causing hot blood to surge forth

It turns out I was hungry, so I ran home to find something to eat

In Blake's mind, a plan quickly took shape. He took out the little fishman, placed it at the edge of this high ground, and left it a dozen pieces of bread.

I can't believe I actually lost my equipment

The battle axe adorned with skulls was also dragged in

In the slot that originally had no equipment, an additional entry has appeared.

To reach the Arathi Highlands, where the human race is gathered, one can either take the Saldor Bridge or travel along the Reef Coast to Faldir's Cove. The advantage of the former is its speed, but it is guarded by orc sentinels

If it were not for the scarcity of these fantastical beings such as dwarves, the orcs would not have been able to easily conquer Khaz Modan

The red dragons are guardians of life, and their breath carries both burning and healing. They could choose the mode of their breath autonomously, but the orcs have controlled the red dragons with an evil artifact

The five-colored dragons of Azeroth possess different powers

It is estimated that the Blood Ring Orcs stationed in this area launched a massacre against the Murlocs upon entering the swamp, which explains why Black has rarely encountered large gatherings of Murloc villages along the way

These orcs have destroyed their own world

Puff

That is the burial place for the deceased of the dwarves from the nearby town of Danmod, a series of tombs that extend deep underground. In dwarven culture, there is a significant respect for the deceased

Once again, Blake seized her soft body and tossed her into his embrace

Having hastily packed up, he prepared to leave and continue his pursuit of the fisherman

Charge forward, with the left leg pressing against his chest, both hands wielding blades in unison, striking down towards his eyes in a crisscross manner

The curse brought about shadow affinity, allowing his rogue class to remain unaffected. Therefore, the optimal way to maximize benefits now is to enhance this.

In the moment of the attack, the old orc dropped the battle axe in his hand, seized Blake's wrist that was thrusting towards his temple, and executed a shoulder throw, slamming Blake onto the ground before him

It is also holding onto the bread, making a racket.

It is like seduction

He hunched over, with crimson lines on his face, and his left eye was blind

He gradually approached the orc camp, hiding behind a tree, patiently waiting for an opportunity

No longer thinking about acquiring more equipment, I tidied up a bit in the village and found a package of possibly spoiled bread and jerky, as well as a few bottles of dwarven beer

It was as if a faint radar swept over the village of the fish people, sensing that in the muddy pool beside the village, there were faint points of light rolling about

He recognized the destroyed cemetery

Blake was playing with the dagger, exclaiming in admiration, and then he began to rummage around in the muddy pool, ultimately stumbling upon a weathered skull, which startled him.

... ...

His more robust and irritable juniors wanted to change things up and "persuade" this old man with fists and kicks to go into the swamp and hunt for a head crocodile to bring back

In the span of two days, the experience gained from killing over a hundred fishmen was injected into the rogue class by Black, raising the level from 5 to 8

Quack, quack

It finished the bread in its hand, and with a sense of fear and vigilance, it slowly approached Blake, who was squatting there, waving another piece of moldy bread in his hand

At this point in time, the dwarf town on the road to the Arathi Highlands must have already been occupied by the orcs

That is to say, the number of orcs stationed here is no longer as many as before. Taking advantage of the night and with the affinity for shadows, perhaps it is possible to take the risk and rush across the Saldor Bridge

Blake rubbed his head and thought to himself

Having eaten and drunk to our fill, let us go together to slay a few more fishmen

Holding the dagger in his hand, he waved it around with a certain flair, feeling a faint trace of magical energy emanating from it, indicating that this dagger must be a fine piece.

Blake curled his lips, thinking that this fishman was simply foolish

Blake, who had taken a long detour, seized the opportunity to rush into the camp while the fishmen and orcs were engaged in battle, where an injured Bloodring orc was lying.

The aroma of food made the little fish person stop in its tracks. It turned back and glanced fearfully at Blake, then quietly grabbed a piece of bread and began to eat it voraciously.