"As long as I don't cause a world-destroying major incident and don't interfere with those important world-line figures, the busy and exhausted Quicksand Scale and the missing King of Time will not come to me in a big way.

Perfect!"

Having made up his mind, Blake walked briskly towards the salt swamp in the northwest of the wetland. On the way, he accidentally picked up a small blood ring camp with only three orcs guarding it.

In the early hours of the morning, we finally returned to the swamp filled with mud and disgusting things.

He immediately saw a fishman village not far away.

This is the most remote place in the wetland, and the Bleeding Ring Orcs have not cleaned it on a large scale, so there are many saltfoam fish people in the saltfoam swamp and they live freely.

"Shua"

Black took out Werther's legs from his waist and placed the little murloc on the ground. He moved his shoulders, stared at the noisy murloc village in front of him, and quietly entered into stealth.

"Hello, fish people, surprise! Your old friend is back!"

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The salt marsh between Ironbeard's Tomb and the Reef Coast is not large.

Blake spent more than a day traveling through here, and upgraded his thief class to level 11 along the way. Since he didn't spend too much time searching for equipment, the equipment he wore did not change.

After stepping out of the swamp and onto the beach, in the dawn light, he saw the reef coast covered with a layer of white water vapor.

When the little fish man saw the sea, he croaked excitedly, jumped out of Blake's arms, shook his body, and ran towards the sea water that was constantly washing the beach.

"wrlgmmglglgm!"

It ran, shouted, and jumped excitedly in the water, as if dancing.

Blake sat on a stone on the beach, resting and feeling the morning breeze. The curse made him feel like a dead person, with food tasteless and water tasteless.

It was a bit novel at first.

But now, he has had enough of this attitude without touch, smell, or taste.

He glanced at the data on the character card and eagerly wanted to return to his normal human form.

Character Card: Derek Proudmoore (Black Shaw)

Information: Kul Tiran Human, 19 years old

Status: Mortal body. Shadow curse. Solidified life. Weak.

Class: Level 2 Warrior/Level 15 Navigator/Level 11 Rogue

Legendary Class: None

Mythical class: none

Title: Prince of Kul Tiras

Equipment: Magic Pattern Bag, Wirt's Third Leg, Monkey's Murloc Dagger, Monkey's Murloc Dinner Knife, Jungle Bracers

Talents: Children of the Sea, Shadow Affinity (Elementary), Shadow Walking, Proudmoore Bloodline (Seal of Hate)

Skill:

Kul Tiran Military Swordsmanship (Mastery)

Fatal Throw (Mastery)

Fist of Tides (Mastery)

Stealth (skilled)

Navigation (proficient)

The health bar at the bottom of the character card was the same as before. It couldn't continue to rise when it was stuck at 70%, which made Blake feel unhappy again, and his desire to get rid of the curse became more and more urgent.

"Then, let's go."

Blake stood up and strode towards the reef coast in front of him. There were dangerous Nagas in this sea, he knew, but facing a Naga was better than facing a baby dragon.

"Go to the hills as quickly as possible and solve this mess quickly before that nasty baby dragon comes looking for you."

"Benbolba, stop playing in the water, follow me closely, don't run around, be careful Naga will catch you and eat you as a snack! You stupid, silly little fish man.
Chapter completed!