Chapter 30 29.Old profession
Blake mentioned the soul-inducing lamp placed in his luggage. The pale light on it was a little weaker, and there was a slight sting when it came into contact, which meant that Hades was dissatisfied with yesterday's 'hunt'.
He was urging him to hunt more souls for Queen Hela.
Blake pouted.
Tucao Hela is really a black-hearted boss.
"Huh? Mr. Black? When did you come here again? Why didn't you speak?"
Little Taresha blinked her eyes after recovering from the time stream. She was completely unaware of what kind of thrilling things had happened in the ten minutes that she had been repeatedly going back in time.
Blake wouldn't tell her either.
He just said to little Taresha with a relaxed smile:
"I gave you the wrong gift."
He picked up the cut apple, shook it at the little girl, and said:
"This is what I tried last night. It was coated with herbs that can make people sleep. I shouldn't have given this to you. When I first came here, thank the Holy Light that you hadn't eaten it yet.
However, I still have to give the gift to represent my apology. "
Blake sat beside the bed and said seriously to the young girl in front of him:
"Well, at some point in the future, I will help you, just as a reward for doing me a favor. Trust me, little girl, when that terrible time comes.
You're definitely going to need my help. "
"But I don't remember helping you, Mr. Black."
Little Taresha frowned and said to Blake beside her:
"You're acting weird today."
"No, you have helped, you just don't know it."
Blake chuckled and said hoarsely:
"I am very grateful to you, and a good boy like you deserves a better fate. Remember our agreement when you are most helpless in the future.
do not forget.
You also have a friend who is an 'orc killer'.
And he owes you a big favor.
Okay, it's time for me to go and do today's hunt. "
The pirate assassin waved his hand to little Taresha, stepped into the shadows, and disappeared from the little girl's eyes. When he stepped out of the hut, something suddenly appeared in his mind.
It's like an illusory memory, entangled with the original memory.
It should be that the bronze dragon had completed the "processing" of things that should not have happened seven days ago. In the new memory, Blake did not kill the orc scout at all, and he escaped.
Therefore, I could not find a letter to prove my statement.
But he was still at Dangarok Castle and met the Farstrider rangers who were resting there.
He also had a conversation with Nathanos Maris. The two hit it off immediately, exchanged combat experiences, hunted together, and shared techniques, and then parted ways.
Without the follow-up triggered by that letter, Nathanos did not come to Durnholde Castle, but garrisoned at Dungarok Castle with his companions.
They will go directly to the Royal City of Lordaeron in a few days.
Black came to Durnholde Castle and contacted Major Blackmore. He also did not accept the recruitment, but agreed to fight under his command, and the hilly area did not plan any more counterattacks against the orcs.
Everything has returned to the normal world line.
Warchief Orgrim's secret operation would not be discovered until about half a month later, and by then, it would be too late for Marshal Lothar to make strategic adjustments.
"It's really not that easy to change history, especially when a bronze dragon intervenes."
Blake rubbed his forehead, digesting those illusory but real memories. He glanced at the character card. The ranger's rank was still there, and his power had not disappeared.
"That beautiful girl dragon who likes to disguise herself as a high elf will never give up. I have to be prepared before she comes next time. Well, if I remember correctly, her name should be Sephiel.
More than ten years later, he will be sent to Shattrath City in the Outer Land, which has become a broken world. As the spokesperson of the Bronze Dragon Legion in that world, it is equivalent to exile.
I don't know what kind of trouble she got into. "
The assassin thought so in his heart, but his movements were not slow.
He threw out the hook in the shadow and ran silently above the low-rise residences in the lower city, then crossed the ten-meter-high city wall and entered the hills.
Soon, he discovered a group of orc scouts in the forest, quietly approaching the castle.
Black, who was hiding on the branch, narrowed his eyes, picked up the blade fist and Werther's leg, took a deep breath, and when an orc approached, his body fell back.
In the silent assassination, the whole person was like a flexible monkey, standing behind the orc, and the blade fist gently pulled on his neck, causing blood to splash everywhere.
The scorching heat flowed into the body along the arm, and another ball of experience was received, and was thrown into the soul-inducing lamp. The pale light became brighter, representing the underworld's joy at the new soul's admission.
The orc's body was dragged into the grass, and Black, who quickly completed a search, cut off the head and threw it into his luggage.
But then, after finishing the warm-up, Blake did not use assassination to end the battle. He glanced at the skill bar and frowned at the "unlocked" behind the skill of Far Walker Blade Dance.
"You must seize the time to familiarize yourself with powerful combat skills. Before I encounter trouble next time, I must master this skill. There is also this new talent 'Far Traveler', which is quite interesting."
Blake looked at the character card, and there was a strange entry in the status bar:
Character Card: "Soul Hunter" Derek Proudmoore (Black Shaw)
Status: Mortal body. Messenger of hell. Far traveler - lone wolf
"This 'lone wolf' state probably means that I hunt alone. It does strengthen my perception and agility, and slightly increases my damage power. But if I hunt in a group, it may have a new state."
Blake rubbed his chin and thought:
"As expected of a hidden profession, this permanent status is already worth pouring experience into. Well, let's do it. Before midnight today, we will raise the Ranger class to level 5.
Calculating the soul fragments that should be given to Hela, I will hunt at least 15 orcs today.
Well, it’s not much. If you work hard, it shouldn’t be difficult. "
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In the evening, Blake returned to Durnholde Castle, feeling tired.
Today's hunting was not smooth, because he had to practice blade dance combat skills, which was not as easy as assassination. When he was in a head-on battle with the orcs, he was slashed by a wolf cavalry.
Fortunately, he dodged quickly and only hurt his chest, which was already bandaged. He would need to find the priest in the castle for treatment later.
This is why in Azeroth, a place with Holy Light energy, Holy Light priests who are good at gentle healing have great experience in treating skin wounds.
It only takes one healing spell to speed up the healing of the wound. Otherwise, with his injury, he would have to recuperate for at least four or five days before he can continue to move.
"Master! I'm here as requested."
When Blake came to his room, Oridon Perenold, carrying a small bag, was already waiting there.
Seeing his figure, Blake's eyes suddenly lit up.
He didn't answer, just made a gesture, took Oridon into the room, and threw the little fishman whose skin had become dry into the water in the big wooden barrel, letting him play happily in the water.
Then he sat on the edge of the chair.
O'riden knew Master Black's temper, so he didn't say much and simply took out the various things he brought from the small bag.
Two small suitcases.
A complete set of black leather armor, including breastplate, trousers, boots, gloves and belt, with fine texture, no unnecessary decoration, and no fancy dyeing.
It just looks older, but there's no obvious damage.
Blake stretched out his hand and touched the armor stacked in front of him. When his fingers came into contact, he found out the information about this set of armor:
Mason Brotherhood Armor
Excellent quality
Set effect:
Strengthen attack. Strengthen protection. Strengthen endurance.
Good guy.
In addition to two entries for each of the five parts of the armor, the set also comes with three additional strengthening entries!
Although one set must be worn to be effective, this set of five pieces of leather armor is equivalent to two more pieces of equipment when worn on the body. It is indeed the best thing Blake has found after entering Azeroth.
Oridon, who was watching the changes in his expression next to Blake, noticed a touch of joy in the master's eyes. He immediately felt confident and introduced:
"I got this set of armor through a friend. They come from an organization in the southern part of the continent. They originally made a living in the Kingdom of Stormwind, but now they have to move to the northern part of the country.
I did him a favor before and got a batch of supplies for his brothers. As a reward, he gave me his armor and said that he asked a master to make it in the Kingdom of Stormwind.
But I'm a soldier, and I have my chain mail, which is more protective, so I keep it.
My friend, although they were all a group of construction workers before, they are also bloody people. Now they have joined the army of MI7 of the Kingdom of Stormwind and are fighting guerrilla warfare against the orcs in Gilneas. "
"Um."
Blake looked at this set of armor that looked so familiar. After a few seconds, he asked:
"Your friend's name is Edwin Van Cleef?"
"Um?"
O'riden was really surprised now. He looked at Black in confusion, and the latter waved his hand.
explain:
"The Third Fleet rested at Keelhaven in Gilneas before.
I'd heard about them in the taverns there, the Brotherhood of Stonemasons from the Kingdom of Stormwind, skilled craftsmen forced to take up arms and fight the orcs.
These stories are widely circulated in Gilneas. "
"I see."
Auriden nodded, pointed to the two shabby little bags and said:
"These two magic bags are not particularly good, but now that the war is in chaos, it is not convenient for me to contact my family in Alterac, so I can only use these two as payment.
Master, don’t dislike it. "
"It doesn't matter. I'm very satisfied with your efficiency, so I'll pay you extra."
Blake handed over the newly hunted orc head in his bag to the surprised Oridon. The young sergeant was already satisfied. It was not that he didn't know the benefits of this sophisticated armor.
But the problem is, it's just a set of armor, how can it compare to my own bright future?
With the orc head generously given by the master, he is sure to become a major or even a lieutenant colonel after this battle!
Just like your mentor, you have your own territory and army!
That is truly valuable power.
Compared with power, giving away a set of armor that you can't use is really a low price, and establishing a good relationship with the orc killer in front of you will not do any harm to your future career.
"I still need something as good as this."
Blake hung two small bags on his waist and said to Oridon:
“If you can find something better, you can always come to me and I will pay with whatever you need. As long as the thing is good enough, you don’t have to worry about remuneration.
Whether it's an orc head, or something else, or even helping you get rid of the thorn in your side. I'm an assassin, Auriden. Don't worry about saying this, it will put me under psychological pressure. "
"this."
Auriden's eyes shone. He had really not considered this level before. Blake would point this out, and his mind immediately started to change.
Ten seconds later, he said softly:
"I was banished from the Kingdom of Alterac by my family because one of my cousins was causing trouble."
