Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 233 52. The smelly pirate who punches the old lady is the worst

   "Here, it's done."

   The next morning, in the logistics camp in the Valley of the Kings, Black arrived at the camp of the gnomes and dwarves just in time as the sun rose.

   The yawning gnome master craftsman put a few things in front of him. Judging by the dwarf's red eyes, he probably hadn't slept all night, so he worked overtime to fix what Blake had ordered.

  The pirate stretched out his hand and clasped the armguard-like thing on his wrist.

   Very comfortable.

   An exquisite metal box is nested on the pre-tanned dragon skin, which protects the forearm above the wrist. According to Blake's request, there is a finger cuff in front of it for control.

The    is black as a whole. After wearing it, three locks are used to fasten the arm, which perfectly integrates with Black's black mason fraternity armor without affecting the movement.

   Under the dwarf's bright eyes, the pirate put the control fingertip on his middle finger, and then spread his left hand on the table in front of the dwarf.

   Gently pull with your fingers.

   "bass"

  A sharp black dragon claw bounced out from under the palm, like a conical thorn, easily pierced through the wooden table, leaving a hole in it.

   This destructive power made the pirates nodded in satisfaction.

   He twisted the metal box gear on his arm, took back the slender dragon claw with obvious grinding marks, and put another identical Hidden Blade on his right arm.

   "The dragon claws you gave are all curved, but I found several dwarves, and used the machine we used to polish the steam tank to grind it continuously for a night before grinding it into shape.

   In fact, this thing is better made of metal, but it is almost sturdy. "

   The dwarf rubbed his eyes, yawned again, and said to the pirate in front of him:

   "How is it? Is my technique good?"

   "Well, it's very good, I know that it's more reassuring to find a gnome to do it than a goblin."

  Blake gave a thumbs up without hesitation, touting the master gnome craftsman in front of him, causing the latter to hold his stomach and laugh with pride.

   But after laughing, the dwarf gestured his fingers again and said:

   "But this thing is very dangerous. If you are not skillful enough, you will injure yourself when the blade pops out. Why do you have to use such an unpractical weapon?

  If you have self-defense needs, I can recommend you a dwarf shotgun. I just designed it a few months ago, so that the danger can be shot away by you before it gets close to you. "

   "No no no, my friend, you still don't understand the meaning of this special weapon."

  Blake put the hook made of dragon tendon on the table in his hand and shook it, then tied it behind his waist and put it away, then patted the Hidden Blade on his arm and said to the master craftsman:

   "This thing is the last means of self-protection for assassins after losing their weapons. Its appearance will replace cowardly suicide and painful poison, and become a new way for assassins to win their last dignity.

   I deliberately designed it into this dangerous form, a test of personal skills.

   is the beginning of the symbolic meaning of a legend.

  If you hurt yourself when you use it, it only proves that the assassin is not worthy of it. Today is the first appearance of this weapon, my friend.

   I will win a glorious victory with the weapons you made for me.

correct.

   Do you have flares here? "

"Yes, I have."

  Oversback listened with interest to the pirates talking about the mountains.

   After hearing Black's question, the talkative gnome craftsman snapped his fingers dashingly, jumped off the chair, and soon pushed a cart.

   is filled with all kinds of strange things,

   He pointed to the things and said:

   "I have not only flare bombs, but also professional products such as blasting bombs, blooming bombs, incendiary bombs, smoke bombs, etc., especially this dwarf dark mine that I have improved. People who have used it say it is good.

   There is also this dual-purpose robot for vigilance and courage, which is most suitable for a loner assassin like you.

  Would you like to come?

   For the sake of those leftovers I got, I'll give you a discount. "

   "Uh, let's get three of them."

  The pirate rubbed his chin and looked at the various engineering stuff piled up on the dwarf's trolley.

"Ding"

   A elf gold coin was ejected by him and fell into the dwarf's hand.

   He said to the master craftsman:

   "When the war is over, when you're settled and ready to go to Kul Tiras to find the mechanical gnome, take this gold coin and go to Keel Harbor in Gilneas.

  Look for the fox hawkers who do business over there, they will bring you to me. "

   "Fox Man? What is that?"

  The dwarf craftsman scratched his head, and he said doubtfully:

   "What is the newly discovered new species? I heard that the pioneer of the Alliance, in the Swamp of Sorrows, has newly discovered some strange guys, what are they called the Broken."

   "No, the Foxren are much prettier than the Broken."

  Blake waved his hand, and from the dwarf's ammunition trolley, bought another special launcher for flares, and said:

   "You'll know when the time comes. They're recognizable, with big tails and pointy ears. Okay, I should go.

   Wish me the best of luck, dwarf friend. "

After    finished speaking, he took a step back, nodded to the dwarf, and quietly disappeared into the shadows of gathering and dispersing.

   "Good luck, friend!"

   Overspark stood on the chair, waved goodbye to Black with the dwarf's signature sharp voice, and then yawned, ready to go back to catch up.

   But after taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

   Doubtfully, he looked back at his arms trolley.

   "Alas! No, he didn't give money!"

   "Damn it! His bright and friendly smile confuses me, **** it! This is a big loss!"

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   "Ah, the feeling of prostitution is really cool."

   A few minutes later, the pirate who flew away from the Valley of the Kings on a griffin looked back at the camp that was getting farther and farther, with a happy expression on his face.

   Of course, the so-called prostitution is just a joke.

   He gave the dwarf a small pack of dragon claws, dragon skin, dragon scales and other materials yesterday, and after making four Hidden Blades, there must be leftovers.

   Those leftovers are enough to make up for the gnome's loss.

  Unfortunately, I was in a hurry and didn't have time to scavenge some materials from the corpse of Sefir's young dragon.

   And since Sefir is a young dragon after all, the Hidden Blade barrel made of its dragon claws and dragon skin is not of very high quality. Black stroked the Hidden Blade on his arm, and the character card immediately gave the entry:

   Dragon Claw Hidden Sword

  Epic Quality

  Effective piercing. Extremely effective armor breaking. Extremely effective toughness. Strengthening magic breaking

   With special effects:

   Hidden Sword Attack: The first hit of the Hidden Sword when unsheathed has a high chance of causing triple puncture damage.

Although    is of epic quality, the entries are a mess, and there is not a single extraordinary entry. In the jargon of players, this thing belongs to "garbage purple".

The    effect is not as useful as some superb blues.

   But how to say, this thing is also considered a weapon. Ordinary people only have two hands, and carrying two weapons is the limit. Adding two Hidden Swords on the body is equivalent to carrying two more weapons.

   In an emergency, you won't have to raise your hands to fight for a boxing championship.

   Besides, Black also intends to use this practical and stylish thing as a symbol of his own faction.

   After defeating Pasonia Shore for a while, he will make a request to Ravenholdt Manor. Only assassins of his own faction are eligible to wear this thing.

   This will be a status symbol!

  The pirate sat on the griffin and flew all the way to Lathero Canyon on the edge of the barren land. He had already started planning the future of his faction in his mind, and his performance was a sure win.

  At his feet, after flying away from the lush mountains and forests of the Valley of the Kings, what catches his eye is the scenery of a wasteland and Gobi, as if separated by a mountain, two worlds.

   And from his height, he could vaguely see the Black Rock Mountain in the border between the Burning Plain and the Searing Gorge.

  That mountain is one of the highest peaks in the southern border of the Eastern Continent, but it is not as snow-capped as Khaz Modan's mountains, but the exact opposite, like a dormant extinct volcano.

   There were black smoke rising from the black mountain into the sky, making that piece of sky extremely hazy.

  There is also a typical area where the strange power of the Azeroth world acts on the material world. Under that mountain, there is a terrifying big guy.

   "I'll come to trouble you later!"

  The pirate said something to Blackrock Mountain, like setting a small goal.

   He pulled the reins of the Griffin and flew towards the Lathero Canyon in his memory, which was in the easternmost part of the Barren Land, separated from the Endless Sea by a ridge, blocking the wind from the ocean.

   And if Black remembers correctly, in the next few years, that inaccessible canyon will become a stronghold of the Black Dragon on the Eastern Continent.

   But right now, that barren place has nothing.

  Well, that's not right.

  There is a grandmother of the master assassin who wants to teach Black a hard lesson, a paranoid avenger, a legendary demon king, who is waiting for him to sharpen his knife.

   "Ow"

  The griffin with the reins of the saddle, flapping its wings, landed at the entrance of Lathero Canyon. It splashed a lot of dust on the ground as it landed, creating a small dust storm in the water-deprived area.

   "Go, go back, the next thing is not something you can participate in."

  The pirate jumped off the saddle, took out the water bag from the bag, fed it to the griffin, patted its fluffy feathers again, and said something to it.

  This docile and brave bird squeaked a few times, flapped its wings and re-launched into the sky, circled a few times above Black's head, and flew back towards the Valley of the Kings.

   After watching it leave, the pirate let out a long sigh of relief, put on the Pirate King suit, put on the eye patch of the Eye of Reid, and felt the various effects and blessings after the equipment was added.

   put on the title of spirit hunter again, looked left and right, turned around and strode into the deserted grand canyon behind him.

  In order to ensure privacy and safety, no one is allowed to watch the Master Assassin trial.

   is the host and the tester.

   And maybe an observer from Ravenholdt Manor.

  The pirate walked into the canyon, and sure enough, as Shaw said, the sunlight here is almost direct, and most of the shadows in the body are dispelled, leaving too few opportunities for the assassin to sneak.

   Of course, that is for ordinary assassins.

   And Master Passonia didn't make any mystical appearances. After Blake went around the entrance of the canyon, he saw the legendary assassin on the scorching ground with smoke and tumbleweed blowing in front of him.

   She was wearing a black battle armor, a half-covered mask with a neck guard on her face, silver-gray hair tied into a ponytail, and two moon-curved daggers flipped in her hands like a butterfly wearing a flower.

   "Don't say something? Mother-in-law."

  Black took out the worn-out hilt from his arms, injected magic power, and the one-meter-long blazing blade popped out. With the other hand, he took out the Loawan spirit dice and threw it in his hand.

He says:

   "Under such circumstances, shouldn't you, a person who represents justice, say a righteous scolding to suppress my evil will?"

   "I have nothing to say to you. I put kindness in front of your eyes, and you kicked it away."

  Pasonia said in a cold tone:

   "I have seen many people who have gone the wrong way in my life, some of them are just fate, they don't know they have done evil, they can be forgiven.

   But you are not!

  You know it is evil, but you do it anyway. "

   "Sorry, you have to remind me."

  Black threw the dice in his hand into the air, and between the flips of the dice, he said to Pasonia:

   "When you say evil, do you mean that I became a pirate, or that I became friends with Garona? Or did I go against your will and ruin your good grandson?"

   In the next instant, the figures of the two disappeared into the shadows under the sun at the same time.

   Pirate asked a question.

   Granny Shaw would of course answer him.

   The premise is that he can hear this kind of murmur conveyed above the blade.

  If he doesn't understand, it will be miserable.

   (end of this chapter)