"Huh? No!"

At midnight, a sense of crisis came into the tired Black Shaw's sleeping consciousness, just like a person walking in the dark who suddenly felt something moving around him.

That was the warning sent by Prince Drake's long-trained body through his keen perception.

In the darkness around us, something is approaching!

Blake immediately opened his eyes and got up.

Just like instinct, he lowered his body, clenched his hands naturally, and made a fighting posture. The fighting skills belonging to Prince Drake constantly appeared in his mind.

It's true that Blake, like the prince, has undergone rigorous training in the past.

But this is just an illusion.

After all, knowing how to do something and actually being able to do it are two different concepts.

At the same time, while Blake was observing the surroundings, he was also quickly recalling the situation of this wetland in his mind.

"This place should not be far from the Palatine Bay. It is a swamp left by the impact of sea water. The most numerous creatures in this swamp are..."

"Ggggggmlr!Grm...Rmlg!!Rgmmlr!Grgrmlmlrl!"

A series of treading water sounds and squeaking noises interrupted Blake's thinking at this moment, as something approaching in the darkness appeared.

They are noisy and unsettling.

"The fish-man! The nasty fish-man!"

This name flashed in Blake's mind, and a few seconds later, five or six fishmen rushed out of the darkness and appeared in front of him.

These creatures in front of me are humanoid, with limbs, heads and bodies connected together, and dead fish eyes.

Their general height is less than one meter, and when they run, they look like a group of funny dwarfs.

But the rusty sword held in his claws, or the fierce shouting of waving some kind of weird thigh bone, made Blake really unable to laugh.

The bodies of these fishmen appear a dark green color with blue spots.

Most of the body has shiny and slippery scales, but there is a scaly spine on the back, and the huge bulging eyeballs on the head that are constantly closing and opening are shining with a strange light.

On both sides of their necks, there are constantly trembling gills.

The five short statures have webbed hands and feet, and their chaotic roars, jumping forward, and hoarse, sharp guttural sounds convey their anger and cruelty.

This is the fish man.

An ugly guy, a magical creature born from the deep sea and spread across every inch of Azeroth.

They have their own civilization, their own language, and their own social structure, but in most cases they are cruel and barbaric.

The most important thing is that most fish people have the custom of cannibalism.

But now, the fish people who dominate the swamps have obviously found a new prey.

"Rgmmlr! Grgrmlmlrl!"

The taller fish-man in the lead, as soon as he saw Blake, swung his rusty iron sword, shook his body, and rushed towards Blake.

Blake had the urge to retreat, but the memory belonging to Drake told him that at this time, he should step forward!

Murlocs are creatures that bully the weak and fear the strong.

If the first wave of confrontation can't suppress them, Blake will be finished today!

He slapped his forehead suddenly, the translucent character card popped out, and he glanced below. After resting, the blood bar had returned to a healthy level.

This greatly boosted Blake's confidence.

"ha!"

The next second, he roared, followed the movements in his memory, lowered his waist, clenched his left fist, took a step forward, and severely punched the blue-gill fish man who rushed towards him.

He ignored the sword that the fishman slashed at him, as if the sharp blade didn't exist at all.

"Pa"

The rusty sword struck Blake's waist and abdomen, causing a scar, but not much blood flowed out. While the undead curse made him weak, it also ensured that he would not lose a lot of blood.

After all, my skin is dry.

The health bar under the character card has also been shortened a bit.

The damage was not serious. These fishmen were weak and could only bully the civilians.

The biggest threat to a warrior is their disgusting and ugly face, which is like a mental shock and will make the warrior lose the idea of ​​eating.

"Bang"

When the fishman's sword struck Black, his fist also hit the fishman's smooth head.

This punch is not ordinary. It comes from the special fighting skills that the Kul Tiras people have trained on ships since they were young.

Tidal Fist!

With a powerful force, he punched the fishman's bulging eyeball with a punch. This was the first time Blake fought and he didn't know how to hold back, but this made the punch even more destructive.

It's like a soft tomato that was smashed by a punch.

As the fish-man screamed, green, stinking blood spurted out like a waterfall. Black's fist hit its eye socket, and the fish-man jumped up and down in pain.

Blake snatched the rusty iron sword from its claws.

Follow the feeling and wave your backhand.

"puff"

A slippery head was just lifted into Blake's hand.

"It's not too difficult."

He thought this in his heart, and saw that the leading murloc had his head cut off with a sword, and the remaining murlocs charged as if they all hit a wall.

They no longer scream.

They were frightened.

Blake also stopped in place. He savored the smooth movements of swinging the sword just now, and then learned the way the prince swung the sword in his memory. He turned his wrist and let the rusty sword in his hand make a sound of wind.

The blade of the sword is drooped, and the left hand is clenched.

This is the starting point for Kul Tiran military swordsmanship!

The most important thing is that while he hacked the fishman to death, an inaudible burning heat flowed into his body along the weapon. It was so subtle that he could hardly feel it.

But it did make Blake feel that the weakness of the curse was alleviated a little bit.

It's like growing up.

No.

It's experience!

It’s the experience you get after killing monsters!

That's right.

That's for sure!

"Hahaha"

At this moment, Blake seemed to have picked up five million falling from the sky, and laughed heartily.

The fear and uneasiness in his mind that he had mistakenly entered a different world, stemming from the inability to control his destiny, was completely eliminated at this moment.

He glanced at the murloc head in his hand again and flicked it casually. The slippery thing hit the remaining murlocs at their feet like a ball.

The dead fish eyes of the companions were emitting a strange light as they stared at them, scaring the timid fellows into retreating.

Blake, on the other hand, strode forward with his sword in hand.

There was no fear in his heart anymore.

There is no fear anymore, these weak fish-men in front of him are the key to his becoming stronger.

"I can't let any of you go."

Black said to the fish people who didn't understand him at all:

"If you let one go, you will attract a group. Due to my current situation, I really need strength, so I'm sorry, fishmen brothers."

"Shua"

He jumped over and chopped down a murloc with one sword, then turned around in the next moment. The rusty sword in his hand was thrown with a special technique. This was Prince Drake's fifth-level thief class, a fatal throwing skill given to him.

Black quickly learned from his memory. The first time he used it, he was not very skillful. The long sword that was supposed to pierce the head of the escaping murloc penetrated the unlucky guy's abdomen.

Green blood burst out again.

Several other murlocs were so frightened that they turned around and ran away, but they were caught up by Blake, who was tall and long-legged. They knocked them to the ground with their feet, fists, and random mud and stones.

They're just fishmen. Any well-trained human soldier can easily kill a group of them, as long as they don't recruit too many companions.

This skill is very important for any warrior who wants to fight fishmen!
To be continued...