Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 688 19. Orc Killer Reserve

   "This dress is nice."

   After reading the attributes of the "dividend" armor presented by Little Star, Black touched his chin and commented.

   But it's more than good, right?

   This set of armor is as described in its description, which is basically the highest quality that mortals can achieve.

  A battle armor is not a weapon, especially this kind of complete set of armor is even more difficult to make.

   The material collection alone is a huge problem.

   But Blake had reason to suspect that Xiao Xingxing was so generous in giving this suit as a gift because she got enough benefits.

   I don't really see the gains and losses of a set of armor.

   "Hey, you followed her to Ravenhold Manor that day, little idiot, to tell me secretly how many good things she got from the duke's treasury?"

  The smelly pirate looked at the little fish-man who was still eating meat at his feet and asked in a low voice.

  Bumblebee let out a quack, waving his oily claws and making a "many, many" exaggerated gesture.

   There was another look of envy in his big eyes.

  Although it also got dividends, it was Xiaoxing who took the big head after all.

  Thinking of this, the little fish man suddenly remembered something.

   It jolted, and hurriedly took out a wooden box from its luggage and handed it to Black with both hands. The fish had a flattering expression on his face, as if offering a treasure.

"what is this?"

  Blake took the box in surprise.

   opened it and found a box full of the original embryo of the Ravenhold Seal. Each has the same pattern as the sapphire Master Assassin Seal on his left hand.

   But not yet embellished with gems, nor imbued.

   The pirate's breath was heavy at this moment. The box in front of him was the most valuable treasure after Ravenholdt Manor was looted!

   He stretched out his hand and touched an original seal of the seal, and the attribute entry was in front of him:

   Name: Unfinished Seal of Rahovind

  Quality: Epic [The final quality depends on the craftsmanship of gem setting and infusion processing, the highest level is Excellent·Legendary, the lowest level is Excellent·Epic]

  Properties: Incomplete, no properties

  Item effect: waiting to be filled

  Item Description:

   The technique of how to make the seal of the Master Assassin has been secretly passed down in the Ravenholdt family for thousands of years. The League of Assassins has had an absolutely secret production line at the magic artisans of Quel'Thalas since its inception.

   And the production of each seal has to go through complicated craftsmanship, and it is specially designed for the different strength preferences of each master assassin.

   The time-consuming and labor-intensive making of imprints like this makes them a gift that can only be given to those who have made outstanding contributions to Ravenholdt's cause.

   This is not only a symbol of strength, but also a proof of identity in the dark world.

   Please find jewelers and enchanters and inscribers skilled enough to complete these masterpieces, and please do not dishonor this ancient tradition with poor craftsmanship.

   "There are more than 20 original seals here. If you sell them all, it will be enough for me to exchange for several battleships!"

  Blake pursed his lips, and cautiously put the box of seals into his luggage.

   The magic eyeballs on his shoulders rolled down, and he glared fiercely at the little murloc who tilted his head and whistled. Black said in a low voice:

   "If it wasn't for today, when were you going to give them to me? You foolish **** can't protect something like this, and if it's taken away, I'll lose a real treasure.

  I see that you are really itchy, you little idiot! Planning to hide the spoils again? "

  “呱呱呱”

  Bumblebee hurriedly waved his paws and explained.

   This time, it wasn't really intentional. It was because the situation in Dalaran was too scary before, and there was another exciting naval battle. After that, I was busy for a while, which led to this matter being forgotten.

  No way, the murloc's brain is as big as a fist, it's not as smart as Black.

   "Forget it this time."

  Blake shook his head, and neatly changed into the Bone Sickle Battle Armor in this deserted valley, and buckled the gray neckguard that covered the lower half of his face around his neck and chin.

   In addition to the red eye patch on the eyes, the pirate's cheeks are covered tightly.

The best thing about    is that it doesn't affect Blake wearing the pirate king's pirate hat, so in addition to the bone sickle armor, the pirate put on the worn black pirate trench coat, and put a skull jug on his waist.

   Finally put the heavy watchman's cape over the battle suit.

   The most peculiar part of this armor is the shoulder armor. On the shoulder armor with excellent protection on both sides, there are six weapon slots reserved for fixing daggers and flying knives.

   This design is ingenious.

   It allows pirates to attack with the fastest speed when they need weapons.

   But because of the suit of combat boots, Hemet's hunting boots can't be worn.

   But that pair of shoes is only useful when hunting and treasure hunting. Its crotch-pulling property makes it difficult for Black to provide force support in battle.

Blake glanced at the blood bar that was obviously extended on the character card, and then sensed the increase in his own strength, moved his shoulders and fingers, and put the last part of the bone sickle armor, the black magic ring on. on the right hand.

   In this way, he wears three rings on his left hand and one on his right, which makes him look more like a nouveau riche.

   "There are only six to be done before you can collect the achievements of The Lord of the Rings."

   Black laughed.

   He snapped his fingers at the murloc and said:

   "Stop eating, it's time to go, let's go to the roadside and find a few 'heroes' who can save the Red Dragon Queen. Well, it's not far from Stratholme, I feel like I already have the first person to choose."

   He whistled and summoned the loyal Hippogryphs to fall.

This time, the little fishman is determined not to "hitchhike". It summoned its new flying dragon Shadwalk in this inaccessible place, first fed the leftover bones to this ugly otherworldly dragon, and then turned over to ride. Behind Shad Walker, follow Blake into the sky.

  Although the pirates said that they could find a few people to be heroes, but after all, they wanted them to take risks in the cursed city full of orcs, and they certainly couldn’t really just drag a few people on the streets to make up the number.

   At least a little bit of self-preservation, right?

   And to be honest, saving the Red Dragon Queen is something that no one can do casually.

   On the way to Stratholme, Black called out in his heart:

   "My servant, are you there?"

   "Xal'atas is always waiting in your heart, my little master."

   Miss Void Essence responded to Blake's call a few seconds later. She was about to say a few dirty jokes to tease her innocent master when she heard Blake whisper to her:

   "The red dragons are about to act, they have contacted the Magic Legion and the Emerald Legion, and are ready to storm Grim Batol and rescue their queen.

   You should tell this news to your 'Mother'.

  Before the enemies of the black dragons arrive, it's time for you to move. "

   "How dare they?"

   Hearing this news, Xalatas asked in surprise:

   "The soul of the dragon is now in the hands of the high-ranking warlock Necros Skullbreaker of the Dragonmaw clan, and that cunning orc carries that thing with him even when he eats and sleeps.

  I wanted to 'borrow' to have a look, but he refused.

  There is that thing, any dragon that gets close to Grim Batol will be discovered in advance, and Zulu Shid, the chief of the Dragonmaw clan, is a guy who is very good at training dragons.

   Under his training, many young red dragons have given up hope and completely obeyed the orders of the orcs. Dragons alone cannot save their queen.

   As many as they come, they will be given away. "

   "Certainly not just by the dragon, my stupid servant."

  Black described Jorazzi Ravenholdt's trick to Saratas in detail, and he concluded:

   "Their plan is very simple. After Jorazzi steals or destroys the dragon's soul, the guardian dragons will appear together to exterminate all the tragic dragon-mawed orcs with thunder."

   "Does the little master want me to stop that cunning old human man?"

  Xalatas let out a low, gloomy laugh, and said:

   "My black dragon companions and I are absolutely happy to do this for you. Just a legendary human assassin, under the wings of the black dragon, how many come and how many die!"

   "No, I will do this in person. I tell you the news, just to prepare you black dragons for the transfer in advance."

  The smelly pirate sighed and said:

"I know what the dragon mother Sinestra is doing in Grim Batol, and I even know what her plans and plans are. Remember the last time I told you, after helping me bring down Mephistos, I would reward you?

   Now is the time for me to reward you.

  Follow the Mother of Dragons and take those tainted red and black dragon eggs to the world of Draenor, where they will find a new unfettered home for the Black Dragonflight.

   Of course, remember not to go to Gorgrond, there is a terrifying King of Gronn who is sharpening his knife and preparing to taste the black dragon meat.

   And your reward, in the sacred mountain of Oshugu in the Nagrand steppe, inside the place of belief of the orcs, you can find a godsend that will make you ecstatic.

   That is the best compliment I can give you for your long-term dedication and loyalty to me. "

   Having said this, Blake stopped, and he looked at the city of Stratholme, which had already been outlined in the distance.

He says:

   "This is also an opportunity for you, you can choose whether to leave me or not and exist alone to pursue your own 'freedom', I will not have any complaints about your choice.

   After all, we had a great time working together before.

   It's good to get together and good to go.

   But as I said before, if you choose to leave me and pursue your own life, then half of the void power you have left with me will belong to me. "

   "Oh, little master, why did you talk about this unpleasant thing again?"

  Xalatas pretended to be dissatisfied and complained:

   "I have emphasized many times, my little master, there is only one sun in my heart, I am loyal to you, and I will never leave you.

   In your words, you never want to get rid of me, this little goblin from the void"

   "Don't talk so much, my servant."

   Black chuckled and said meaningfully:

   "Let's wait until you see the 'reward' I give you in another world. I think you have at least a 60% chance of choosing to leave me.

  After all, for a void essence like you, the chance to reshape your body in the material world is very rare.

   Okay.

   Having said that, go to your 'Mother' and tell her the bad news, so that she can prepare early.

   At this stage, the remarkable and dreaded 'biological research' of Deathwing is not a good time to appear under the sun. "

After   , Black took the initiative to cut off the contact with Xalatas.

   Behind the speeding Hippogryph, he gave a strange smile, and looked suspiciously at the old man Thacher who was floating beside him. The noisy skull shouted in Eredar:

   "Your smile reminds me of my outstanding disciple, when Archimonde chopped off my head, his smile was exactly the same as yours.

  You must be thinking about something shady."

   "Yes, but does this bother you? Sir."

   Black replied.

  Thakir gave a grotesque laugh and said:

   "No, I'm just glad to see that I won't be the only poor **** to be ripped apart by the wicked, and your wicked ways are to my liking, stinky pirate.

   I decided to open up a little knowledge to you.

   Do you want to learn?

   Just create a little havoc to make me feel good, and I'll give you this precious knowledge for free. "

   "Not currently needed, thank you."

  Black politely refused:

   "You should keep those old-fashioned knowledge for yourself. You have seen it with your own eyes. I can already enslave Nasrezim with my own magic, and I don't need experience from a loser.

   Maybe it makes you a little uncomfortable to say that, but.

  Shut up!

   Below is the place of the Holy Light!

  You don't want to be thrown into the holy fire to burn, so let me honestly fulfill your duty as an ornament! "

   "Sad little brat! You dare not use me at all."

   Mr. Thatcher was incensed by Blake's posturing, but he soon realized that Blake wasn't joking, as he also noticed the holy light shining on the church in Stratholme.

   It made a disdainful nasal sound, and when the Hippogryph landed, it reluctantly fell back onto Black's belt, restraining all its magic power, and pretending that it was just an evil decoration.

   "Very well, it seems that you have learned how to get along with each other. As a tens of thousands of years old, your ability to learn and adapt is really good."

  The pirates commented so.

   A few minutes later, he directed the sky to land in the upper city of Stratholme, a low-key manor hidden in the streets.

   On the edge of the martial arts field, there was a young man in a linen gown waving his sword silently.

"Hey!"

  Blake jumped on the branch, pulled out the jug from his waist, and shouted to the young man in front of him:

   "His Royal Highness, are you busy recently?

   I heard that you abandoned the Holy Light, it was a wise choice! There is no so-called hope, and naturally there will be no despair after hope is shattered, so you can stay away from that pathetic path of life.

  Come on, don't rush to scold me, and don't rush to complain. I came today with a 'noble mission', and I want to invite you to join a mission that will allow you to vent your anger freely. "

  The pirate twisted the cap of the jug and shouted to Alsace:

   "Are you interested in slaughtering a few orcs with me as an 'orc killer'?"

   (end of this chapter)