Azeroth Trail of Light

But astonishment is astonishment. As a warrior with the memory of a veteran, Dick could not have made the mistake of distracting in battle. He took this opportunity to take a step back, and the long sword in his hand once again pierced a man who tried to approach him On the top of the murloc's head, another life was taken away.

This action undoubtedly angered the purple-skinned murloc. It rushed up again, but Dick took a leap to the left and avoided the murloc’s stabbing. At the same time, when he turned around, he used the murloc in his hand. The long sword cut a deep bone wound on the purple skin murloc body.

The data of this purple-skinned murloc also appeared in Dick's eyes.

"Slark"

"Elite"

"Humanoid"

"Strength 22, Agility 15, Energy 30, Magic 0"

"Evaluation: Its existence is an insult to the two words "elite"."

"Hey, he's an elite, no wonder!"

Dick laughed and stopped backing. This guy's strength is stronger than himself, but his agility is worse than himself, so there is no need to be afraid. He pressed hard under his feet and rushed towards the purple-skin murloc, and began to entangle it closely. Fighting, although the harpoon of the purple-skinned murloc is powerful, it is useless when fighting in close quarters.

Elite creatures are also a setting in the game. Each creature has powerful individuals, far superior to the same kind of physical fitness, and some even have special skills. Only those elite veterans, or small groups of several people, In order to fight against it.

Above the elite, there are rare elites, which are higher-level monsters, and the loot they carry will become richer.

The current Slark is such an existence. It is twice as powerful as ordinary murlocs, and almost doubled in size. If it is facing Dawei, it can definitely win easily. Unfortunately, it is facing Di. K, a monster that does not belong to this world.

"go to hell!"

Dick roared, and flashed Slark's windy harpoon stabbing with his head down, and slapped Slark's ugly face with a heavy shield. This blow with all his strength shot the murloc's body. Staggering, Dick went wrong again, and the shimmering long sword in his hand was shining with a deadly light, and it accurately pierced Slark's neck.

But the murloc was not dead yet. On the contrary, the pain caused it to break free of Dick’s control, and ran to the side with Dick’s long sword, causing the ordinary murlocs who circled around to be squeezed away unexpectedly. Formation.

However, Dick’s bravery also made some murlocs afraid to step forward. Dick stretched out his left foot and propped up the harpoon that Slark left on the ground. He weighed it in his hand, like a bid. Like a gun, he threw the harpoon out.

Slark has been seriously injured. Even if he is an elite murloc with amazing bones, he can't even run too fast under this kind of injury. It can be said that Dick's blow was shooting a fixed target, after the harpoon shot. Dick didn't even look at it, waving a heavy shield and hitting the face of another murloc who approached him from behind.

"Bah, a bunch of cowards!"

Dick blocked the shield in front of him, and picked up a rough stone axe from the ground as a weapon. With the shield, he began to rampage in the crowd of fishes that were already scared.

In the game, murloc creatures are typically bullying and fearful of hardship. Seeing that the most powerful Slark is dead, the other murlocs have been rushed away after being killed by Dick for a while.

Dick stood in place panting. He knew that the battle was not over. The murlocs who fled must have gone to find reinforcements. There are two murloc villages nearby, and they must leave here before the murlocs arrive.

But at this moment, Timmy’s sharp voice, who hurriedly ran out of the Murloc’s Crypt, also attracted Dick’s attention.

"Mr. Dick, come on! We found something else!"

"Ok?"

Dick thumped his numb left arm and ran in the direction of the crypt. It is impossible for Davy not to know the threat of the murloc, but he still chose to let Timmy call him over, which shows that Davy really found out. Something extraordinary.

"Who is this?"

As soon as Dick entered the crypt, he was caught in the dim crypt. The bruised and bruised guy tortured by the murlocs attracted attention. The rescued children surrounded Davy and watched Davy wipe his body. .

"I don't know, he only said that he was a soldier of the empire, and would not tell us other things, so I called you."

Davy spread his hands and signaled that he was helpless, Dick nodded, and the version was next to the guy whose breathing was already weak, and he whispered,

"I'm Dick Tang, former Corporal Dick Tang of the 3rd Investigation Squad of the Fourth Army of Lordaeron, soldier, do you have anything to tell me?"

This self-introduction made Davy's eyes wide open. Even he had heard of the prestige of the Fourth Army. He didn't expect Dick to be a soldier in this Army before he retired.

And these words also made the dying soldier seem to recall his own strength. He pointed at David and the children with difficulty, and Dick nodded.

"Davi, you take the children home first! Leave me alone!"

"But, Murloc..."

"They can't help me, don't worry!"

Dick winked at Davy. The latter hesitated, and obediently led the children out of the crypt. Then the soldier struggled and said,

"I... I am a knight of the inner court, code-named "Hunter", Dick, I have heard of you, the guy who walked through the silver pine forest alone and brought back important information, I need your help now... ahem, you are likely to be So died!"

"Drip... Trigger the mission, nine deaths a lifetime"

"Help the "hunter" and bring important information to the connector."

"Ugh…"

Dick sighed sadly, "Go ahead, veterans won't be afraid of death!"

"Ahem, very good... Listen well, I can only say it once. Prince Arthas is leading the soldiers to trace the source of the plague. He should be near Andorhal now. I am the vanguard. The source is in Stratholme. , The cultists... curse the cult, they are the culprit, they have been chasing me."

The inner court knight's voice suddenly became hoarse. Just after the words Stratholme were highlighted, a black smoke burst out of this guy's chest, and his body also became husky because of the black smoke. As the oil ran out, the lamp drew, and the weaker he grew. He struggled to squeeze Dick's hand, and after speaking the last sentence, the whole person turned into a pile of bones at a very fast speed.

"The murlocs of Blackwood Lake and the trolls of Zul Martha are all their accomplices. I can't make it anymore. You must, to bring this news to the prince. Their goal is... the entire kingdom. Cereals, cereals are the source of infection...uh..."

Feeling the bones in his arms, the expression on Dick's face was very subtle. Although he could not bear the tragic death, he discovered that history was actually carried in his hands at this moment.

If he guessed correctly, it was the report of the inner court knight that allowed Arthas to go to Stratholme, which led to a series of changes later, and finally became a death knight. Arthas, who commanded the undead natural disasters, returned and almost turned over. The entire northern Xinjiang, and the source of all this, now falls in his own hands.

Dick stood up and gave a standard military salute to the corpse. After packing up the inner court knight's things, he walked out of the crypt, but a strange thought came into his mind.

"If I conceal this news and don't bring it to Arthas? Will it change the fate of the prince?"

But after careful consideration, Dick overthrew his idea. According to the "Hunter", there are more than one inner court knights lurking in Stratholme. Even if he doesn't say it, there will be other inner court knights after a while. Pass the message to Alsace.

"Um...it looks like I have to go to Andorhal again!"

Dick returned to the ground, and he saw the blue waves of the Blackwood Lake from a distance, as well as the dense murlocs under the current. The reinforcements came, and he should go.

He quickly ran towards the direction of the grass, as long as he stayed away from Blackwood Lake, these low-level creatures would naturally not chase him all the way to the wasteland.

An hour later, when the sun was slanting, Dick returned to Dahlone County. As expected, David and Timmy were welcoming him at the entrance of the town.

Seeing Dick returning safely, Davy rushed up and gave Dick a firm hug. He patted Dick on the back and said loudly,

"I knew that the mere murloc would not take your life!"

Timmy stood behind Davy and saw Dick’s eyes turned to him. The bad boy bends down and salutes Dick uncharacteristically.

"Thank you, Mr. Dick, if it weren't for you, Aluf and the others would be dead."

"Hahaha, you guys, don't go to those dangerous places in the future."

Dick smiled heartily. He stretched out his hand and pressed it on top of Timmy's head. After messing up his hair, he was about to follow Davy into the town, but he was yelled at by Timmy.

"Mr. Dick, please wait a minute!"

Timmy untied his black dwarf musket from his body and handed it respectfully to Dick. "This is the musket left by my father. He was once a good hunter as famous as Redpath. Mr. Davy has promised to teach me some martial arts. I don’t need this thing anymore. I will leave it to you as a memorial."

Dick originally wanted to refuse, but thinking of the way of obtaining the last shimmering sword, he hesitated and took this dark, poorly sold dwarf musketeer, and made it towards Timmy. In a "come on" posture, he carried him behind his back and followed Davy into the town.

That night, Dick, who was drunk and drunk, said goodbye to Davy and Redpath, and returned to his room with a musket on his back. He shot a basin of water, picked up a rag, and started to clean this obviously for a long time. The unmaintained musket, intuitively told him, this is his reward for completing the task this time.

Although muskets are not uncommon in the human world, the muskets handcrafted by the dwarven masters of Ironforge are still rare treasures. After more than ten minutes, Dick put the muskets in black for the last time. After wiping off the dirt, this exquisite short-barreled shotgun was put into the Buddha's hands and was entrusted to Dick's hands.

The barrels are silver-white, side by side, with a few black patterns engraved on them, polished and shiny mahogany handles, and a simple aiming slot, which Dick holds in his hand, regardless of weight, It still feels like an extraordinary fit.

After being cleaned up, the name of this murder weapon also appeared in Dick's vision.

"Timmy's Toy Gun"

"blue"

"Accuracy +15, firmness +15, damage bonus +20"

"Special Effects-Repel"

"Explanation: A real master's work, and there are possibilities for further improvement."

"good stuff!"

Seeing this attribute, Dick couldn't help but patted his thigh. With such a thing in there, he would depart tomorrow for the journey to Andorhal, and he would be guaranteed an extra point.

The "Hunter" may not know what kind of person he entrusted the task to. With him, Prince Arthas' journey to death is destined to not be so easy.