The major upgrades of the two professions last night brought two talents and two skills to Black.

There's nothing much to say about the skills. They are all classic skills for thieves and hunters in Blake's memory.

Shadow Step allows him to jump once in the shadows without breaking stealth. It can also be used in non-stealth state, and the distance does not exceed 25 yards.

Sniping means aiming and shooting.

This is better understood.

After a short period of charging, shoot a precise and powerful bullet or arrow.

The signature skill of the shooting hunter.

Because of the Weapon Master's talent, all melee combat skill proficiency effects are treated as 1, so Shadow Step goes from "beginner" to "proficient" the moment it is obtained.

I'm still new to sniping.

But as long as you keep practicing, you will soon reach the proficiency level, and Black has already figured out that the real power of the weapon master's talent is not combat skill proficiency level 1.

But after you practice each combat skill to the peak limited by skill proficiency, you can still 1.

This is the scariest part about it.

It is a pity that Black now only knows that the level of proficiency above "mastery" is master. As for what is above "master", that is still an area that he has not yet entered.

"The effect of 'Hunting Excitement' is pretty good."

At noon, in a basement connected to a dark alley in Steinblade City, Blake shook off the blood on the Thrash Blade, and blood was constantly dripping from the blade fist clasped in his other hand.

Behind him were a dozen guys holding various weapons.

This is a black market den that has just been destroyed. It is the third stop of Blake's "fighting against gangs and evil" today. Like the previous two stops, he did not choose to conduct a stealth assassination.

Instead, they rushed in with weapons and killed them indiscriminately.

In addition to practicing his melee skills and brushing up on his increasingly proficient sneak attack skills, Blake is also taking this opportunity to adapt to the two new talents he got last night.

“The talent Hunting Stimulus given by the Ranger at level 10 can increase the destructive power and speed of each blow as time goes by after entering the battle.

According to the feeling just now, the speed of chopping and stabbing can be increased by up to one-fifth, and there are also detailed movement corrections, which is equivalent to increasing the accuracy of the hit.

A very practical combat talent."

Blake thought to himself.

He looked back at the pool of blood behind him, shook his head, and walked toward the basement door.

Recently, he has been hunting the more difficult orcs, and now he is suddenly replaced by humans, which makes Blake feel very relaxed. Of course, these brave and fierce gangsters and gang members are not that strong themselves.

"However, the talents given by the pirate class at level 30 are a bit difficult to understand."

Blake glanced at the talent column of the character card:

Notorious: Fear and cruelty are also weapons of pirates. Enemies will become more and more afraid of you because your reputation spreads far and wide.

The talent description is as follows.

But Blake didn't like this sentimental explanation.

"Why would the enemy be afraid of me? Will they tremble with fear after hearing my name, or will they just drop their weapons and run away?"

Blake kicked open the broken door and complained in his heart:

"So every time I fight in the future, I have to declare my family name first? This is too shameful... huh?"

"Shua"

There are thoughts in my mind, but my perception is still sharp.

The moment he returned to the dark alley, the assassin threw a throwing knife and inserted it into the middle of the broken wooden box there. It penetrated three points and frightened the two children hiding behind and turned around and ran away.

"boom"

The hook lock was thrown out, like a flying man descending from the sky, with the long hood swinging like wings, and landed lightly in front of the two children in shabby clothes.

The two little guys were so frightened that they sat down on the ground.

"Quack, quack"

This landing also alarmed the little fishman who was sleeping soundly in the backpack on Blake's waist. Benbolba stuck his head out and looked curiously at the two frightened human cubs in front of him.

Before the fight started last night, the little fishman was stored with Ravenholdt's logistics staff and was only returned to Black this morning.

Those bastard assassins, trying to save trouble, fed the little fishman a sleeping potion, causing it to be a little dazed now.

"You all saw it?"

Blake stared at the two children in front of him. They were both young, barefoot, and their clothes were in tatters and patched. They looked like they were from poor backgrounds.

They were also staring at Black. They could only see Black's eyes. Other than that, the assassin didn't show a trace of skin on his body.

When faced with the question of pirates, the two boys shook their heads crazily.

But obviously, they saw the scene of Blake rushing into the lair of those bad guys, and they probably heard the sounds of Blake fighting with those gangsters.

"They hid a lot of supplies, food, clothes, drinks, etc. there, and they should have all been robbed and stolen."

Blake looked at the two children in front of him.

He pointed to the basement connected by a dark alley, and said to the two boys in a hoarse voice:

"As long as you are not afraid of blood or corpses, you can move all those good things out, or you can go back and call your parents to help. They will definitely be happy.

The premise is that you can't tell them about me... Do you understand?"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

The two children were left staring, but they reacted quickly and ran away immediately. A few minutes later, the families of the two children were gathered together.

Led by several adults armed with wooden sticks and shovels, they rushed towards the dark alley.

They cautiously walked into the basement. Several exclamations came from inside, but soon, their shaking parents walked out carrying the blood-stained wooden box.

They sent their children back to call for help, and more neighbors were found. Boxes of supplies with blood were carried out. Children stood guard on both sides of the street to spread the news.

There was joy on everyone's faces, and it was as lively as if it were a festival.

This scene fell into the eyes of Blake across the street.

The assassin squatted on the chimney of a dilapidated house and carefully observed the progress of the matter.

After he destroyed three gangster strongholds and threw more than thirty souls to the soul-inducing lamp, the death curse countdown on the character card paused at 37 minutes.

But it didn't disappear.

Obviously, the underworld has not calmed down yet, and the Mad Queen is using this method to urge her soul hunters to bring more villain souls to herself.

She doesn't choose.

She wants all the souls! The more the merrier!

"How greedy."

Blake cursed.

He stood up in the shadows, intending to find some more villains to kill according to the information given by his local contact, but as soon as he started, the pirates stopped where they were.

He turned around and took the initiative to step out of the shadows.

More than ten meters away, Halduron Brightwing, wearing an elf chain armor and carrying a war bow, was standing up from the shadow of the eaves, standing in the sunlight, looking at him with a smile.

"Xiao Er told me that you came out to relax."

Brightwing Ranger glanced at the bustling streets and alleys, and said in a gentle tone:

"It's really an assassin-style 'relaxation'."

"Lord Mingyi, how long have you been following me?"

Blake said helplessly:

"For a big shot like you, who comes from a well-known family, shouldn't you put on your gorgeous robes and chat and laugh with the local nobles? Why are you in the mood to play a stalking game?

Do you think of me as prey?"

"No, just out of curiosity."

Mingyi chuckled lightly, winked at Blake and said:

"As for the time it takes to track you, well, it's longer than you think anyway.

At first, it was just out of curiosity, but later, I became eager to know what kind of heart the cold orc killer had."

"do not."

Blake crossed his arms in a gesture of refusal and said:

"I have no interest in exposing my soul and giving pointers to others. Lord Brightwing, the skills trained by the Far Traveler Legion should be used in battle to kill the enemy.

Your behavior is really disgusting, do you know that?"

"there's no way."

Mingyi was still not irritated, and still said with a smile:
To be continued...