In the murloc village, Black was eating bread in a fussy mood.

However, the health bar of the character card will no longer increase when it returns to 70%.

Needless to say, it must be caused by the damn shadow curse and the accompanying weakening effect after the body was burned by dragon fire.

The former can be purified by the Holy Light.

The latter can also be restored through healing. Black is now only grateful that the orc is controlling a red dragon instead of a black or blue dragon.

The five-color dragons of Azeroth have different powers.

Red dragons are the guardians of life. Their breath also contains burning and healing. They could have chosen the mode of dragon breath independently, but the orcs used evil artifacts to control the red dragons.

Let them all have their brains turned upside down.

The dragon's breath must have been sprayed out without any control. This left the whole body of the prince who should have been melted, and also made it possible to recover from this seemingly serious injury.

But that's for later.

After throwing away the bread in his hand, Black let go of his perception. The prince's body has been trained all year round. Although he has not participated in many wars, he has good blood and a thief class, and his perception is higher than that of ordinary people.

It was like a weak radar scanning the fishman village, and I felt a faint light spot rolling in the mud pool next to the village.

Blake jumped into it, felt around, and finally pulled out a dagger with a corroded handle.

But after wiping away the mud, the dagger's blade still shone brightly.

“I actually lost my equipment!”

He exclaimed.

Holding the dagger in his hand, he waved it gracefully. He could feel a faint magic power from it, which meant that the dagger should be of high quality.

"Good stuff!"

He touched his forehead, called up the character card, and glanced at the equipment column.

There is now an additional entry in the slot that originally had no equipment.

"Spirit Monkey's Murloc Dinner Knife: Excellent Quality. Weak Armor Breaking"

"COOOOL!"

Blake played with the dagger, admired it, and then groped around in the mud pool. He finally touched a weathered skull, which shocked him.

He no longer thought about getting more equipment, and packed up a bag of bread and dried meat that might have gone bad, as well as a few bottles of dwarf beer in the village.

After hastily packing up, he was ready to leave and continue to hunt the fishmen.

But after taking a few steps, Blake turned around. He squinted back and saw a small fish-man with blue stripes hiding beside a piece of water grass.

She stared at him curiously with her big cute eyes.

"come over!"

Black waved at it, which startled the little fishman, and turned around to run away, but Black threw something over and a piece of bread fell at its feet.

The smell of the food made the little fishman stop. It turned back and glanced at Blake fearfully, then quietly grabbed the bread and ate it with big mouthfuls.

It turned out that I was hungry and ran home to find something to eat.

"I have a lot more here~"

Black, a bad guy, deliberately opened his own baggage, revealing that it was full of blackened bread and dried meat.

The little fishman's eyes suddenly lit up.

It finished the bread in its hand, and with a sense of fear and vigilance, it approached Blake little by little, who squatted there, waving another piece of moldy bread in his hand.

Like tempting.

Although fish-men have language, they are obviously not very smart. These fish-men cubs are even dumber, but they are full of curiosity about the world.

It approached Blake, boldly reached out and grabbed the bread in Blake's hand, and tried to snatch it away, but Blake suddenly raised his hand and lifted the palm-sized fishman into the air.

It was also grabbing the bread and making squeaking noises.

Then Blake grabbed the limp body and threw it into his arms.

Of course, it also got bread.

"I also lost a little pet, COOL!"

Blake smiled proudly, and regardless of the little fishman's struggle, he carried it and walked deeper into the swamp. As he walked, he said:

"I'm going to call you Benbo Erba. I've always wanted one before, but I can't afford it for $3,500. You look quite similar to it. It's a dream come true in another sense.

Okay, Benbolba.

After you’ve eaten and drank enough, let’s go kill a few more murlocs together.”

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Two days later, Blake finally walked out of the swamp of Palatine Bay and stepped onto a solid hill. He climbed up to a high ground and looked to the north under the setting sun.

You can vaguely see a damaged building, with a strong dwarven style, with large rocks thrown everywhere, and you can also see a few orcs camping there.

"Ironbeard's Tomb."

Black, who was as thin as a real undead, narrowed his eyes, lay down, and looked at the orcs.

He recognized the destroyed cemetery.

That is where the dwarves of the nearby dwarf town of Dunmod bury their dead. It is a group of tombs deep underground. In the dwarf culture, the dead are highly respected.

This kind of desecration of the undead by orcs is absolutely unacceptable.

But at this point in time, the dwarf towns on the road leading to the Arathi Highlands must have been occupied by orcs.

The Bronzebeard dwarves lost the entire territory of Khaz Modan and the Wetlands. No matter how angry they were, they could only stay trapped in their capital, Ironforge.

Fortunately, the big city like a bunker was built to be easy to defend and difficult to attack. The orcs spent more than a year in Khaz Modan but failed to break through the city gate.

The fighting power of the muscular dwarves is no weaker than that of ordinary orcs. They also have steam tanks designed and manufactured by clever dwarves to help them out.

If it weren't for the small number of fantasy creatures like dwarves, the orcs wouldn't be able to occupy Khaz Modan so easily.

"Quack, quack"

A clear cry came from Blake's arms, and the little blue fishman poked his head out of his tattered clothes, looked down with wide eyes.

When he saw the figure of the orc, Benbolba, who was already very close to Black, immediately shrank his head.

Obviously, it has seen orcs.

And very afraid of them.

It is estimated that when the Bleeding Ring Orcs stationed here entered the swamp, they launched a massacre of the murlocs. It is no wonder that Black has rarely seen large-scale gatherings of murloc villages along the way.

"If you want to go to the Arathi Highlands where humans gather, you can either take the Sardo Bridge or take the reef coast to Faldi Bay. The advantage of the former is that it is faster, but it is guarded by orcs.

The advantage of the latter is that there are no orcs, but...

There's a group of Thornspine naga out there."

Blake rubbed his head and thought:

"There seems to be an ancient elven ruin under the reef sea. The Naga clan is entrenched there. The fighting power of those soft-skinned snakes in the water is not comparable to that of the orcs.

There are also spellcasters like sea witches, so it’s too risky to go from the reef sea.”

He looked at the orc camp outside Ironbeard's Tomb. There were not many orcs in it, only four or five, but looking at the size of the camp, it could obviously accommodate more orcs.

"So, after the orc warchief Orgrim crossed the sea, did he also mobilize the blood ring orcs in the wetland to go to Arathi to join the war?

That is to say, the number of orcs guarding here is no longer as large as before. Taking advantage of the darkness and the shadow affinity, we may be able to risk crossing the Saldo Bridge."

Blake quickly sketched out a plan in his mind. He took out the little fish man, placed it on the edge of the high ground, and left a dozen pieces of bread for it.

I patted its head and said to it:

"Wait for me here. Don't run around. I'm going to test the orc's fighting power. I'll be back soon. Be good."

The little fish man tilted his head, blinked his big eyes, croaked, sat there cross-legged, picked up the bread and ate it.

Black curled his lips, thinking that this fish man was stupid.

He slid down the high ground quietly, holding tightly the fish-man dagger with the handle wrapped in rags in his left hand, and gently pulled out a dagger from the back of his waist in his right hand.

It is also a weapon of green quality, and it is also a trophy found in the Murloc Village.

He took a deep breath, clenched the weapon in his hand, and tiptoed toward the orc in the shadow next to the light of the setting sun.

In the past two days, he killed many fishmen and accumulated a lot of experience.

But there's bad news, too.

The curse of the contaminated Eye of Paris is still weakening him. The most intuitive manifestation is that the warrior class on the character card has dropped from level 7 to level 4.

He felt that the strength of his body was much weaker. In a few days, the warrior class would probably completely return to zero. Black thought about injecting the experience gained into the warrior class to save it.

But after much thought, he chose a safer way.

That curse brought about Shadow Affinity, which kept his thief class from being affected. So the way to maximize benefits now is to upgrade this.
To be continued...