When Black was carried by the griffin knight and returned to Dangarok Castle, it was already three hours later.

The dwarves commanded by Captain Darren chased them for several kilometers at a stretch and completely dispersed the orcs of the Bonechewer clan. It must be said that the victory in this battle was brilliant.

With 300 remnant troops, he defeated an orc clan that was twice his own size. It was a brilliant victory for any race.

As one of the most important parts of this victory, when the assassin Black was returned to the castle, he was naturally treated like a hero. The dwarves who could still move stood by the castle and cheered him.

The captain also opened a barrel of excellent dwarf ale and invited Black to drink the wine with him.

The Paigu Man did not refuse.

He was very tired and really needed to rest, but surprisingly, in a drinking contest with the dwarves who were the best at drinking, Black miraculously persisted until the end.

This further increased his image in the minds of these dwarves.

This human assassin, who is as thin as a rib, can fight, has courage, and can drink so much that he has the stomach of a dwarf drunkard. He is definitely a top-notch heroic warrior among humans.

In fact, the cunning pirate only committed a small cheat.

When his class was transferred to a pirate, one of the talents he received was a magical "drunkard", which was probably a black humor expression that pirates are all drunkards.

In short, with the blessing of this talent, Blake drinks wine just like drinking water.

It's not that I won't get drunk.

But after being drunk to a certain level, there will be no more serious drunkenness, no vomiting, and no fragmentation.

But running to the toilet is out of the question.

After all, the human stomach is only that big, even the people of Kul Tiran in the ocean kingdom.

"I found this on the orc chief."

At midnight, on the outskirts of Dangarok Castle, a drunken Blake was holding a bottle of wine in his hand, holding a similarly drunk little murloc in his arms who was still blowing bubbles, and took out something from the magic bag.

He handed it to Captain Darren, who was sitting cross-legged on the wine barrel next to him, enjoying the tobacco from his pipe.

With the help of the burning torch next to him, the captain, who was also a little drunk, took the thing and found that it was a strange weapon, which was heavy in his hand.

That's a bladed fist.

The lower part is made into the shape of a wrist, while the upper part maintains a ferocious orc-style machete, with a blood groove on the blade.

At first glance, it looks like a sinister weapon.

"Ah, this thing is a rare weapon among us dwarves. Only those orc lunatics and pirates would replace their fists with this kind of thing."

Captain Darren is indeed a dwarf who is good at forging.

He took the fist blade in his hand, looked at it for a few times, then raised his head, blew out a smoke ring, and said to Black:

"But the quality of this thing is very fine. It should be made by the orc chief in their world. It doesn't look like the craftsmanship of Azeroth. You gave it to me because you want me to find a blacksmith to help you change it?"

"Um."

Blake took a sip of wine, wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, and said to the dwarf:

"Who in the entire Azeroth doesn't know that you dwarves are the best at forging iron? It's rare that I meet you, so I ask you to help me change it into a weapon suitable for me."

He wiped Werther's leg around his waist with some regret and said to the captain:

"My previous weapon was accidentally destroyed when I was chasing the orcs today. It was probably because I used it too harshly recently and I never took good care of it."

"Well, this is not a bad habit that a good soldier should have."

The captain laughed and said to Blake with a hint of drunkenness:

"Whether you are a warrior or an assassin, you must learn to treat the weapons in your hands well. If you treat them badly, they will punish you and leave you."

"yes."

Blake raised his head sadly and looked at the moonlight above his head.

He said in his heart:

"Who knew that in the real world, weapons still have durability, and they will be broken into pieces when the durability reaches zero, but it is not displayed in the character card either.

It all depends on your own perception.

I can still use that fish-man dagger pretty well, which is really a pity."

"I'm going to modify this weapon for you right now."

Captain Darren smoked a bag of tobacco, patted his belly, stood up unsteadily, and said to Blake:

"Although I'm not a master blacksmith, I can still modify the weapon. I'll give it to you tomorrow at the latest. By the way, this is the trophy you got from an orc chief.

Won’t you give it a name?”

"Blade Fist."

Black took a sip of wine and said to the dwarf captain:

"Just call it Blade Fist."

"Huh? This name is a bit weird, but it's okay. It's quite appropriate. It's both a fist and a blade..."

The captain laughed, waved his hand, and staggered towards the castle.

Blake watched him disappear and shook his head, thinking that he was not the one who gave the name, but that the equipment was called "Blade Fist".

He glanced at the equipment column of the character card.

"Imitated Blade Fist

Excellent quality. Strengthened chopping. Strengthened bleeding."

Um.

Two "enhancement" entries.

But in terms of attributes, it is even better than Blake's already handy Werther's Leg. This is also the second sophisticated weapon he has obtained. It is indeed a fortune gained through danger.

Moreover, what he gained from risking this battle today was not just a sophisticated weapon, nor just a skill.

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"I don't know what you Kul Tirans are like, but we dwarves don't really like killing prisoners."

Outside the castle, quite far away.

Black held the wine bottle and the pipe gifted by Captain Darren, holding it in his mouth and puffing on the smoke. The tobacco used by the dwarf was quite explosive, but once he got used to it, he could feel the unique aroma of wood.

It's a little addictive.

In this forest, Captain Darren's adjutant, the dwarf ranger Greif, comforted his pet brown bear, which was two or three times larger than himself, while saying to Blake who emerged from the shadows:

"If I hadn't known that you were in a special situation and that you had proven your bravery on the battlefield today and were not the kind of bastard who bullies the weak and fears the strong, I wouldn't have helped you."

"Thank you, Lieutenant."

Blake glanced deeper into the forest. A group of dwarf musketeers wearing green ranger uniforms were guarding a temporary camp.

Inside was tied up with ropes the orc prisoners captured in today's battle.

There are a lot of people.

Underneath the shadows, there were about thirty people.

"How are you going to kill them to honor your comrades who died in Khaz Modan?"

Dwarf Greif is a talkative person.

He held a gun that was taller than others and asked curiously. Blake glanced at him and said seriously:

"Our third fleet was completely wiped out in that sea area, killed by the orcs' conspiracy. Not many people survived, but I still remember that our advance fleet had nearly three thousand people.

In my whole life, I will let these orcs who have no honor in their hearts exchange their lives for their lives!

However, my comrades-in-arms would not want to see me become as despicable as these intruders!

Lend me a sword."

Black dropped the bottle, wiped his mouth, and said to the dwarf ensign:

"I want to kill them one on one in battle! Don't interfere. If I die, it means that I am nothing more than that!"

"good!"

These words made Greif, who was still a little uncomfortable, suddenly light up. The dwarf hunter waved and took off a one-handed ax from his waist and threw it to Blake.

The latter took it in his hand and glanced at the equipment column.

"The Razor's Edge

Excellent quality. Strengthened chopping. Strengthened agility.”

Huo!

Good guy.

There are so many good things about these dwarves.

As soon as you give it to you, you will find a weapon of excellent quality. Judging from the rarity of this weapon, the seemingly ordinary dwarf in front of you is probably someone with a certain background.
To be continued...