CHAPTER 47 : Shadows of Assassination Emerge
"Help me hold them down, I'll kill these orcs."
Arthas felt a little distressed, that was all experience! If he wanted to improve himself, he had to kill more enemies. After all, the mission only gave rewards, but no experience!
"Are you a murderer? Do you enjoy killing people so much?"
Alleria was a little surprised. She didn't even bother with the bow in her hand. She shot an arrow through the orc's throat, putting them in a state of near death. "Help me retrieve the arrows and get some of their arrows as well."
"No, I just want to deepen my understanding of martial arts."
Arthas's knife fell without stopping. If not fifty, at least one hundred orcs died in his hands. The silver armor was stained with blood again. This kind of killing could easily have negative effects. He even considered other ways to kill quickly. be magic would be good?
"I've never seen you act so strange."
Alleria just muttered and continued to shoot arrows. Her strength was not strong enough to not need arrows. She still needed to rely on ordinary arrows. She actually rolled her eyes at Arthas's behavior, because after this, he would definitely be unable to resist asking her for Making Love again. She should have refused, but when she thought of that kind of happiness, she couldn't help the pleasure of her body and wanted to do it with this little prince again! The thought in her mind was actually to do it again, once was enough, just once! Over and over again, she said it once every time, and she was endlessly indulging in carnal desires!
Every time the long sword swung, the air would burst into a whistling sound. Blood splashed, and the hot blood fell on his face, which made Arthas feel a little bit of blood boiling. He had seen ferocious orcs, especially Grom Hellscream, who could even knock cavalrymen away. His strength was probably more than a thousand pounds, or even far more. He couldn't imagine what it would feel like to be hit by such a force. Could he withstand it? I'm afraid he would die!
Puff! Arthas groaned as he was hit on the back by an axe. The wound was so deep that the bone was visible, and blood was oozing out of the wound!
"Holy Order of Glory!"
"The hammer of sanctions!"
The holy light repaired the wound and increased the blood volume, and the light hammer knocked out the orc who was about to release the special skill. Turning around, I found that the orc was not wearing armor, and he was holding an ancient long sword in his hand, which looked like a sword but not a sword, and like a knife but not a knife. There was also a necklace made of unknown animal skulls hanging around his neck, which looked extremely intrusive.
Blademaster! Isn't this the orc hero unit in Warcraft? The orc Blademaster comes from the Burning Blade Clan, a clan that specializes in skills, is good at attacking, and its style is attacking. The unique wind step can hide itself in the air, and it can also move quickly and attack the target silently!
"[System UI] " triggering the mission chief's hostility.
"The Warchief's Enemy (serial quest) You are being targeted by the Horde Warchief Orgrim. As the prince of Lordaeron, you should not be on the battlefield. You have ruined the Horde's plan. Now the Horde has sent elite assassins to assassinate you. Get rid of the assassins sent and try to survive! Kill the orc assassin 0/10, quest reward Specialization Advanced."
Sure enough, the assassin's mark also appeared on the orc's head, with an arrow on it, indicating that this was the mission target.
"Burning Blade Clan Orc Assassin"
"Alleria, there is an assassin hiding. Find him. Onyxia, set the trees in front of you on fire. Be careful of the assassin."
Arthas shouted quickly, and his hands moved quickly as he chopped the Fire Blade Orc's neck with his sword.
Swish! This time, it only left a bloody mark, but failed to cut off the opponent's neck. At the same time, a light curtain on the beast's body rose up and then shattered, as if this light curtain protected him from being beheaded.
"Fuck!"
Arthas couldn't help but swear. The orc Blademaster has high attack and low defense, but he is not very resilient at the moment. Once he is approached by several assassins, he will definitely die!
"Die for me! I don't believe you can stop me a second time!"
Under the fear of death, Arthas exploded with great potential, and holy light ignited on his body. The long sword was covered with golden light, and the whole person seemed to be lit up. The long sword chopped down at the orc assassin's head again, and this time the burst of power cut the orc's neck in half.
Puff! Blood spurted out again, and the dizzy time ended. The young Orc assassin stared at Arthas in disbelief, as if he could never have imagined that he would fail in his first battle.
A burst of angry orc roars came from a distance, as if the orc assassin became furious because he was seriously injured.
"Go to hell!"
Arthas never showed mercy, especially when the opponent was out to assassinate him. So why should he give the opponent face? The enemy should die, and a dead enemy is a good enemy. The sharp long sword pierced the orc's neck directly, and the blade pierced through the green skin and went straight into the neck, shattering the cervical vertebrae. Cut it horizontally with force, and puff! The beast's head flew high, with an air of disbelief.
"[System UI] " you killed Luhk, the son of the chief of the Burning Blade Clan. Your reputation in the Burning Blade Clan has turned into hatred."
A muscular orc rushed over the fire, his body still ablaze, and roared at the headless orc corpse. This time his roar was in authentic orc language, "Great ancestors, I will wash away the shame of Luhk with the blood of my enemies!"
After saying this, he stared at Arthas with red eyes, and it was obvious that he had regarded Arthas as a target of hatred.
"Dharl of the Thrice-Bloodied Blade (Blademaster of the Burning Blade Clan, father of Luhk, Luhk son of the chieftain of the Burning Blade Clan)"
Seeing the other party's name, Arthas couldn't help but raise his eyelids. My goodness, this is really a case of beating the younger to get the older.
Arthas's urgency to gain experience drove his relentless pursuit, each fallen orc a step toward mastery. Alleria's accusation highlighted the moral ambiguity, yet her own efficiency in combat mirrored his determination.
Her internal conflict revealed the deepening bond, physical desires intertwining with emotional ties, a cycle of indulgence she couldn't escape.
The visceral thrill of combat invigorated Arthas, the splatter of blood a stark reminder of mortality. Reflections on orc ferocity, like Grom's raw power, fueled his doubts about survival.
The ambush wound tested his resilience, holy light mending flesh as he countered. The Blademaster's eerie appearance signaled a new threat level, his clan's reputation for lethal precision ominous.
The system's quest alert intensified the stakes, Orgrim's vendetta personalizing the war. Commands to allies showcased tactical acumen, the failed decapitation strike revealing protective magics.
Arthas's outburst under pressure unleashed latent power, holy light amplifying his assault. The assassin's demise sparked vengeance, the father's arrival escalating the familial tragedy.