The large ooze monster in Ironbeard's Tomb was exploded by the magic power of the cursed evil weapon. Blake was lucky enough to find a strange leather bag covered in mucus in the exploded remains of the ooze monster.

This leather bag looks unusual.

Especially after Blake cleaned it, it became even more beautiful.

It is a very compact backpack that can be put on the belt, just like a waist bag. It should be made of some kind of fine, fine leather and sewn with a shiny thread.

Black estimated that it should be high-end goods such as rune thread or magic thread used by mages. On the top of the small backpack, there is a drawstring that can tighten or open it.

But if it were just beautiful, this thing wouldn't be worth exciting Blake so much.

It is a magic item.

After Blake put it on the belt he had taken from the orcs, an entry for "Magic Pattern Bag" appeared in the equipment column of the character card.

Its actual capacity is much larger than its size appears. Maybe the mages used magical magic like the extension spell on it.

Blake threw all his belongings in. The backpack was still not full, and there was something in it.

Some food, meat and a whole box of dwarf ale that had been there for an unknown amount of time but still hadn't spoiled.

A pile of shiny gold coins.

There are probably close to a hundred of them. This magic pattern backpack should be a trophy that a blood ring orc plundered in Azeroth, but in the end it was advantageous to Black, a rib man.

"Speaking of which, if I remember correctly, eighteen years later, there was a quest chain for the dwarf herbalist in the Tomb of Ironbeard, and the final reward was also a magic bag."

Blake rubbed his chin and thought:

"Could it be that the bag that the female dwarf gave me as a reward was the one I found now? No way."

Of course it was an unexpected surprise to get the magic backpack. Blake immediately threw the magic suitcase into the backpack. It was too eye-catching to carry such a dangerous thing with you.

He calmed down and began to look at another magic item found in the remains of the ooze monster.

This thing is rather weird.

Its appearance is like a piece of rotten wood, gray-black, as long as a forearm, the top is thicker than the tail, and it is also inlaid with a circle of small frosted balls.

Other than that, there is nothing worthy of praise.

The only strange thing is that this thing is heavy to buy, and by weapon standards, the balance is excellent.

Blake grabbed it in his hand and waved it back and forth.

Well, it feels very good in the hand.

He glanced at the equipment column of the character card again, and found that this thing was actually regarded as a weapon, and the name made him miss it very much.

"Werther's third leg

Excellent quality. Strengthened heavy blow. Weak crushing."

Well, the third leg...

This thing is indeed quite weird in every sense of the word.

It was so weird that Blake didn't dare to think too deeply about it.

But in fact, this thing was not as evil as he thought. When he was sorting out mourning for the bones in the second level of the tomb, he found some small stone tablets recording the life of the deceased in the tomb.

There is a stone tablet inside that belongs to a dwarf named "Witt". According to the stone tablet, Wait fought for the Bronzebeard family in the War of the Three Hammers and lost his left leg in Grim Batol.

So he made himself another leg.

It has powerful functions. It can not only be used to open beer, beat eggs, and make kitchen utensils, but it can also be used to open a person's head after losing a gamble.

"This thing is definitely good for hitting sap."

Black shook Werther's leg in his hand, and then inserted it into his belt, intending to use this excellent weapon as his main weapon. As for the fish-man knife that had drunk the blood of fish and orcs, he would not waste it.

Just use it as a throwing knife.

In the past two days of fighting, he had mastered the fatal throwing skill to the point where he could hit wherever he pointed within ten meters.

After this evil big ooze monster exploded, it brought a lot of experience to Black, and he allocated all that experience to the thief class.

Let that little experience bar break through level 9.

It is only one-third away from level 10.

"Let's go, Benbolba. Let's work together to reach level 10 before tomorrow morning."

Blake finally bowed to the simple tombstone on the second floor of Ironbeard's Tomb.

Asking these dead dwarves to give him good luck, he then put on the gray-black hunting cloak of the Bleeding Ring orcs amidst the croaking sounds of the little murlocs, left Ironbeard's Tomb, and continued walking northeast.

Soon, he discovered the second Bleeding Ring orc camp, and just like the camp at Ironbeard's Tomb, there were only a few old, weak, sick and disabled orcs guarding it.

Blake whistled and grabbed Werther's leg from his waist.

Say softly:

"We're going to do it, Werther, please work harder, okay."

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That night, Black used a poisoned throwing knife to kill the last old orc who escaped a few miles away from Dunmod, a dwarf town occupied by orcs.

After clearing the third camp he encountered, the one-armed old orc was stabbed in the back. After falling to the ground and taking his last breath, the familiar heat rushed into Blake's body.

He didn't care about searching the camp and rubbed his hands, looking forward to assigning this experience to the thief class. Then, with his expectant gaze, the class experience bar took a step forward.

Finally jumped from level 9 to level 10.

This upgrade process was not as exaggerated as he imagined, but he just felt a flash of inspiration in his heart.

After hiding in the dark for the past few days and carrying out sneak attacks and assassinations, Blake had already developed his own understanding of the tiptoeing technique. It was like the last layer of window paper had been pierced through thick and thin accumulation.

He looked around him.

The night was like the best disguise. It gently put a garment of shadow on him, and he could feel the shadow that he could see but couldn't touch.

He felt a faint ray of knowledge opening up to him in the darkness.

That is the secret of the shadows.

Blake stood up, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, followed the feeling in his heart, took a step back slightly, and learned to touch the invisible shadow.

It's like the king's invisible new clothes are gently draped on himself, like a cloak.

He opened his eyes and raised his hands.

On the thin and slender fingers, an inaudible black shadow flows, covering every part of the palm and every part of the body.

The shadow reaches out to this beginner.

Blake took the hand and embraced it without reservation.

So the shadow gave him the blessing of strength, allowing him to live in the darkness.

Blake's heart was filled with joy. This was the first praiseworthy gift he had obtained with his own hands in this magical world.

He reached out and touched his forehead, and the character card was called up. In the talent column, there was now a "Shadow Walking" talent, and there was also a "Stealth" skill in the skill column.

It is the foundation of thieves, assassins, and stalkers. They are good at special skills. A skilled thief can even disappear quietly in broad daylight while hundreds of people are watching.

And it blocks all the breath of oneself, as if fleeing into the shadows and disappearing from the real world.

That is a realm that is beyond the reach of Blake now.

But it doesn't matter, he still has enough time to learn these shadow ways.

"Shua"

Blake's movements were a little bigger, tearing the still thin shadow clothes on his body, causing the first stealth failure, and his thin body reappeared in the dark night camp.

But he was not upset. Instead, he squatted on the ground with a smile on his face and began to search for the good things of several orcs.

There was no hope at all.

It is impossible for these old, weak, sick and disabled people who were left behind in the wetland to hide anything good, but surprises are surprises, and they come without any warning. In the pocket of a wounded orc soldier with a broken leg, Blake found a pair of

Animal skin wrist.

Very clan style.

After wearing it on the wrist, there are new entries in the equipment column.

"Jungle Bracers: Excellent quality. Weak protection."

Um.

There was only one entry, which was equivalent to none. It was slightly tougher than ordinary leather armor, which made Blake curl his lips helplessly. He now understood some of the characteristics of the equipment.

The more entries, the better. For a high-quality weapon such as Veit's Leg, if the description on the entry is "strengthened", it must be more powerful than "weak".

But items of excellent quality are so rare. If you want to get lucky again and find excellent equipment like Werther's Leg, you may have to wait until the end of the year.

And Blake's current outfit is also quite interesting.

The leather armor on his body was stolen from orcs. Due to the curse, he became as thin as a bamboo pole, so the size of the leather armor was a bit inappropriate.

The trousers are hunting leather trousers, shorts style, leaving two bare legs, which does not affect the movement. The leather boots on the feet were picked up from the fishman village.
To be continued...