When something was out of the ordinary, something sinister was surely at work. The saying proved true. From the moment that voice rang out, Yu Lin Bloodhawk sensed trouble.
The voice lacked the natural sound of an ordinary person speaking. It was mechanical, rigid, and utterly devoid of emotion. Yu Lin Bloodhawk could not quite describe the sensation; he only knew that it grated on his ears and raised goosebumps all over his body.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk thought it sounded somewhat like the distinctive voice of a Death Knight, hoarse with a mechanical edge. In any case, it hardly sounded like a normal person. He could not describe exactly why, but he was absolutely certain it belonged to a Death Knight. Anyone could hear the unnatural quality in that voice, which did not seem to come from a living person.
As that voice rang out, Yu Lin Bloodhawk relied on the perception granted by Mind Shot and swiftly fired an arrow into the gray death mist.
It was only an ordinary shot, fired purely by instinct. He could only sense that the target was there; he had no idea where his arrow would hit.
After all, visibility was limited here. Even though Yu Lin Bloodhawk had gained insight into Mind Shot, without seeing his target, he could never judge his shot as accurately as he could with the target in sight.
"Ugh!" A low, muffled grunt came from within the gray death mist. Yu Lin Bloodhawk's arrow had clearly struck its target, but no one could tell whether it had hit a vital spot.
In this world of death, everything was gray and hazy, shrouded in the gray mist that symbolized death. Visibility was extremely poor. It obscured their vision even more than the white morning fog in the World