Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 274 4. The hermit in the valley --- add more for the head of the greedy wolf brothers [1730]

Dagger of Cowlan, this is a mountain highland at the border of the Alterac Mountains and the Hillsbrad Foothills, from here you can enter the cold Alterac Mountains through the foothills, and here is also the current chaotic Alterac Mountains. One of the few places where order still exists in the Kingdom of Trank.

Many peasants who had to flee because of the bandits hide here, but what protects them is not Alterac's already extinct kingship, on the contrary, it is a group of dwarves who protect these innocent people in this chaotic kingdom. Poor homeless people.

The Stormpike dwarves are one of the big clans of the copperbeard dwarves. Their ancestors have lived in the Thelsamar region in the southeast of the wetlands. When the iron ore was about to be mined, they were eager to find new ore veins, so many Stormpike dwarves explored all the way to the north of the mainland, and finally found various minerals with extremely high reserves in the cold Alterac Mountains.

So the Stormpike dwarves took root here, but it is said that their relationship with the former Perenold royal family was not friendly. King Aiden forbade the dwarves to explore the depths of the mountains, and several conflicts broke out between the two sides. .

In order to avoid the intensification of the conflict, for a while, the dwarves evacuated Alterac, but after Aiden's death, when Alterac was about to usher in a new rule, the wise Lord Prestor invited The dwarves came to share the minerals, so the Stormpike dwarves returned to Alterac, but the good times didn't last long. After Lord Prestor mysteriously disappeared, the whole Alterac quickly fell into chaos.

There are bandits everywhere, and the Stormpike dwarves had to bring back a lot of soldiers from Ironforge to protect themselves from the chaos. There is even a full steam tank regiment. Those lawless bandits tried to attack Coran The dagger, but was beaten by the mortars of the dwarves and ran away. After coming and going, this place became a temporary residence for many refugees.

The dwarves only care about their own minerals, they have no intention of helping the exiled refugees, they just allow them to live near the Dagger of Koran, but in this way, a lot of new farmland has been opened up near the highlands, and the farmers use crops and The dwarves exchanged supplies, and the carefree dwarves did not resist this, so in the past year, almost all the farmers in Tarren Mill gathered here, and even moved the entire town here.

And now, Thales is wrapped in a black robe, walking on the streets of New Tarren Mill, his face is a little weak, in the past week alone, he was ambushed 22 times, more than 200 people Hunting him down exhausted the spirit of the high-ranking assassin. Although he was not injured, he really couldn't hold on any longer.

He looked around the emerging town around him. The human life here seemed to be pretty good. Some hawkers were selling goods, and many dwarves in military uniforms with muskets on their backs could be seen in the crowd. The relationship is still very good, but out of an assassin's intuition, Thales can find a lot of peeping eyes in the crowd.

It's really lingering!

He cursed, wrapped his black robe tightly, and walked quickly to the end of the town. The dwarves did not directly intervene in the rule and management of the New Tarren Mill area, which means that there must be many spies from various forces here. He is here The activity is necessarily very unsafe.

We must go to the valley as quickly as possible.

Thales gritted his teeth. At the end of the town, he patrolled left and right, quickly threw off the tail following him, and walked into an ordinary warehouse as fast as he could. The assassin who was eager to get out I didn't find out that the name of this warehouse is Taresa and Sal's Cabin.

Hi, what do you need?

Thales pushed open the door of the warehouse, and heard a crisp greeting. He raised his head and saw a human girl busy in the warehouse. She had beautiful long brown hair and looked only 15 or 6 years old. She looks like a plain blue dress, with lovely freckles on her face, and her light blue eyes are very gentle, with a kind of feminine fragility.

Facing this greeting, Thales didn't answer, he just strolled towards the girl in front of him, the latter seemed to sense something was wrong, and took two steps back a little bit, she looked at Thales vigilantly, and shook hands behind her Tighten the iron fiber used to open the wooden box.

What do you need? Guests? Don't come near me anymore!

The girl let out a scream, and the next moment, Thales' figure suddenly disappeared in front of the girl's eyes. When he reappeared, the cold dagger touched the girl's neck, and Thales whispered in the girl's ear:

I'm sorry, boy, take your hand off the iron fiber, that thing can't protect you, but I don't want to hurt you... just do me a little favor, tell me, who are you? This warehouse Who does it belong to?

I... my name is Taresa, Taresa Foxton.

The girl was a little scared, but beyond Thales' expectations, the girl calmed down quickly. She raised her hands and replied softly:

This warehouse belongs to me and my brother Thrall. We transport some medicinal materials and minerals between New Tarren Mill and Alterac Valley. Mr. Barton, the commander of the Stormpike dwarves, often visits me. I don't want to mess with you. Trouble, sir, I don't want to know what happened to you, you see, the gold coins are in the cabinet, you can take whatever you want, don't hurt me, okay?

Um?

Thales pursed his lips, and he whispered:

You don't behave like an ordinary girl. Maybe... Maybe you are also the eyes of a certain force here. Tell me, should I kill you?

You are joking, sir.

The voice of the girl named Taresa trembled slightly, and she said softly:

I'm just an ordinary girl, but I have experienced more things than ordinary people. Believe me, killing me will only bring you more trouble. You say you need help? But your current posture is not like The attitude of a person in need, you don't scare me sir, with all due respect, I've seen people 100 times scarier than you... so why don't we sit down and talk?

Hmm, good proposal.

Thales let go of the dagger against Taresa's neck. He took a step back and leaned against the wooden box behind him. He looked at Taresa who was moving her wrist, and a flash of appreciation flashed in his eyes. He said softly:

You said that you and your younger brother Sal are transporting goods between the valleys? Then you must have a fixed trade route. What I want is very simple. Just hide me in your goods and send them to the valley... As for the reward.

swish

Thales raised his wrist, and a dozen gold coins neatly fell into Taresa's open palm. The young assassin frowned:

Is that enough? My businessman lady, speaking of it, the name Sal sounds a little weird, you don't know, it actually means slave, right? How did your parents give it to yourself? What is your son's name?

Taresa put away the gold coins, a faint smile flashed across her face:

Because we're slaves ourselves... that's all, all right, sir.

The girl put her left hand on her hips and pointed to a row of wooden boxes beside her. She whispered:

Find a comfortable box and lie down in it. I know what you're worried about, but your dagger can cut my neck at any time, and...you have secrets, and I have secrets. You don't want to cause trouble, and neither do I, so For now, we can trust each other.

The eyes of the high-ranking assassin Thales fell on Taresa's eyes. After a while, he put away his dagger, opened a wooden box, and lay down curled up in it. When the box closed, he smiled frivolously. smiled:

You know? Girl, I appreciate you more and more now, I hope we don't need to say goodbye in the worst way.

Taresa responded with a gentle smile. She brushed her long brown hair and said with a smile:

I'm starting to like you too, Mr. Spend a lot, believe me, my little brother Sal will like you too.

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boom

The icy warhammer whizzed through the air, and slammed on the head of an assassin who was running away in a hurry. With the help of huge force, the heavy warhammer easily smashed the head flat, and the disgusting blood mixed with the white brain Flying everywhere, in the swaying wind and snow in Alterac Valley, this lifeless body was thrown into the snow hard.

Orgrim stepped forward, and he picked up his warhammer from the ground. The former orc chief looked very downcast now. He was wearing sackcloth clothes, and his black hair had turned gray. After escaping from Lordaeron, He has been active in Alterac, and the pursuit of him has never stopped.

What batch is this?

Orgrim wiped the blood of the warhammer on the corpse behind him. He sat on a rock a little tiredly, took out a piece of frozen jerky from the package behind his back, and ate hard to recover his strength. While thinking about his own affairs.

He knew that it was dangerous for him to stay here, and he also knew that Grom and Fenris in the Arathi Highlands were sending people to look for him, but he was unwilling to respond. Ci has long since lost interest, and the reason why he has survived until now is to fulfill his promise to his former brother.

Drotan...my brother, I swear, I will find Go'el.

Orgrim clenched his fists, closed his eyes, and cheered up his spirit again in the cold wind. After a while, he stood up and wiped the pockets of his clothes with some regret. , a group of human knights found him. After a fierce battle between the two sides, Orgrim fled alone, but lost the most important thing on the battlefield.

It was a relic from Durotan that was given to him by the elder Drek'Thar, the great shaman of the Frostwolf, and it was also the most important token for looking for his poor nephew, but now, it's gone.

The figure of the great chief moved away a little bit in the snow. His body was a little rickety, but he would not fall down. Here, at the risk of their lives, they traveled every corner of Alterac in the pursuit of various forces because the Frostwolf clan had received definite news.

In the past few years, the Frostwolf orcs living in the valley occasionally sent out scouts to observe the movements of the Stormpike dwarves on the other side of the valley. The orcs living in seclusion in the valley believed that these dwarves would find them sooner or later. At that time, it was hard to say whether there would be a war between the two sides, but during a certain investigation, the Frostwolf scouts who got lost in the snowstorm saw a strange orc.

It was a very young green-skinned orc, probably underage, and he lived with a human girl. The news was brought back to the clan, and soon got the great shaman's attention, because according to the scout's report, that The young orc was just about the same age as the lost son of the Frostwolf Chieftain.

But the young orc was very vigilant, and when the Frostwolf scouts tried to approach him, he was quickly noticed, and then the former residence was destroyed by the young orc, and he and the weird human girl disappeared in Alterac In the valley, this made the great shaman feel lost, and Orgrim stayed here stubbornly because he heard the news.

He believed that the young strange orc must be the Go'el he was looking for, the only heir of his brother Durotan murdered by the Shadow Council.

But he has been searching here for a long time and has not received any news. This made Orgrim feel desperate, but a person like him would never bow to a bad fate. He wrapped his clothes tightly and braved the wind. Xue walked forward, he was indeed old, but the light shining in those eyes showed no trace of frustration, and he was still as determined as the great chief back then.

It's time to go back to the Frostwolf Clan, I hope Elder Drek'Thar's quest has been heard...

Guil, no matter what, no matter what I suffer, I will definitely find you...