Azeroth’s Death Track

The ancient nobles of human civilization always have some secrets of their own.

Countess Katerina revealed the secret of the Prestor family today. Their bodies actually flowed with the blood of the black dragon. This is enough to become the talk of the nobles of the entire kingdom, but to be honest, it is not a big news .

The well-known Trollbane family, the royal family of the Kingdom of Stormgarde, has some troll blood flowing in the blood of every Trollbane, and there are rumors that the origin of the Trollbane family and some giants It is related to the evil god of the devil, as well as the long-dead guardian Medivh. It is said that there is elf blood in his blood.

In short, in the current human civilization, this kind of adventure is not a shame. The only amazing thing is that Countess Katerina, who has always been kind and generous, and has a high reputation among the common people, can actually command the black dragon to fight for her , which made the image of the Countess even more mysterious in the eyes of commoners.

The scene three days ago has been known to everyone, and the streets and alleys of Stormwind City are full of rumors about it.

The civilians also knew the threat of the undead. They knew the sad news that the noble Archbishop Benedictus had died under the assassination of the undead assassin. Facing the threat of the undead, they suddenly heard that the kingdom would get a powerful The help of the giant dragon is definitely a stabilizing agent for ordinary people.

They don't care about the black dragon's bad reputation, and they don't care about the evil things the black dragon has done in the past. They only care about the present...only about their own lives.

And the protagonist of the story is obviously not having a good time these days.

Katerina, wait for me.

The wounded Duke of Bolvar followed the countess closely. He stretched out his hand, trying to grab Katerina's wrist, but was coldly thrown away by the other party. The countess looked back at her past lover. In the previous disaster, the relationship between the two who already had skin-to-skin relationship began to drift apart.

Stop apologizing to me, Bolvar.

There was a trace of undisguised pain in the countess's voice, and she said softly:

I saw your eyes. That day, I saw that kind of disgust towards aliens. Maybe in your eyes, I am just a sad monster. I'm sorry, but this is not something I can choose. I was born with In this vein, I'm sorry... Bolvar, I lied to you, I let you down.

That's not what I want to say!

The somewhat restless Duke stepped forward like an enraged lion, and said:

I want to say, I don't care what kind of blood is flowing in your body, I don't care!

But can you fool yourself? Bolvar...

The Countess shook her head, took a step back, and boarded the carriage with the help of the maid. She looked at the Duke who was stunned, and shook her head:

Bolvar, you deserve a better lover than me... Prestor's curse spreads on me, maybe it won't be long before I will be completely swallowed by the resuscitated black dragon blood in my body, my My father is not missing, he chose to commit suicide when he was about to become a monster...Maybe that is also my fate, don't come to me again, Bolvar, there is no future between us.

The carriage moved forward slowly, and soon disappeared from the Duke's sight. The powerful paladin stood there dumbfounded. He silently opened his uninjured hand, holding a ring in his palm. After that, he gritted his teeth, turned around and boarded the carriage, and left the Prestor family's mansion.

call...

On the carriage, the Countess let out a sigh of relief, and a trace of relief flashed in her eyes.

Everything has come to an end, now, even if someone accuses her of being a black dragon, it doesn't matter, anyway, most of the legends about dragonborn in this world are weird, and no one has ever seen a real dragonborn. The countess who was born knew very well that there is no such creature as dragonborn in this world. It is difficult for a dragon and a human to have offspring, because the blood of a dragon is too domineering, and the blood of a human cannot coexist with it.

But now, the legend of the dragonborn has been confirmed... The Prestor family can also be integrated into humans as a matter of course... No wonder my father always said that every danger is actually an opportunity, and only you can grasp it.

The countess casually took out a bottle of wine from the dark compartment of the carriage, while drinking, she looked at the silent priest opposite, her beautiful eyes flicked, and handed the wine glass in her hand to the Chaldean priest, who took it In the hands, the eyes of the two collided, and a moment later, the wine glasses of the two also collided.

Happy cooperation!

The two said in unison, and then laughed like two villains working together.

Well

After drinking a glass of wine, Ms. Prestor looked at the pastor in front of her with a strange look, and asked softly:

The exposure of Mr. Benedictus was your fault, wasn't it?

not me.

Chaldea shook his head, he looked at the scenery outside the window, he said:

That was a decision made by fate. I just gave him a slight push.

Shor is a trouble! I feel that we can't hide the matter between us from him.

Countess Katerina put down the wine glass in her hand and said to the Chaldean priest: Do you want to find a way...

No!

Chaldea's fingers slid on the dagger at his waist, he narrowed his eyes and whispered:

Someone wants to get rid of him more than we do, we just have to wait...Speaking of which, your proposal to move the Kingdom of Stormwind north is not a joke, is it? You already know some definite information, and now we are friends , is it time to tell me too?

I can only say that this country can't stop the undead, it can't stop Tyrion, that's all.

The countess seemed unwilling to discuss this issue too much. She leaned on the black velvet seat, closed her eyes and meditated, and said softly:

For now, my interests are consistent with those of the Stormwind Kingdom. I will not ruin it, at least not now.

Um.

The Chaldean priest nodded, and at the moment the carriage stopped, he said:

So it seems that we are indeed going to prepare for the evacuation of the whole country. It's really... a disaster, but speaking of it, Duke Bolvar is really infatuated with you. Are you really not going to forgive him? Oh, no, He's done nothing wrong...how much longer are you going to play with his feelings?

Let's see and talk.

Countess Katerina shrugged: This is the first time I have experienced this feeling of being pursued by others. To be honest, the romance that humans always talk about is really good.

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On the other side, while the shocked nobles were discussing the future of the country in the Garden District, in the dark alleys of the old city, Mathias Shaw was hiding in the shadows, slowly heading towards the Pig and Whistle Inn.

Three days ago, with the help of the black dragons, Stormwind City expelled Benedictus after a difficult battle. Note, it was not a kill! It is expulsion. The power used by the archbishop is too weird. When encountering such an opponent for the first time, it is difficult to really hurt him. After the archbishop killed 3 black dragons, for unknown reasons, he himself Choose to evacuate.

It is undoubtedly a shame for MI7 to allow a cultist to control the kingdom's faith center for decades, but right now, the entire MI7 has more important things to do than revenge.

The countess, who was becoming more and more mysterious in Shaw's eyes, revealed a piece of news before, that in the old city of Stormwind City, there is hidden power to infiltrate the undead, although it is still unclear whether she and her black dragons are enemies or friends, But the black dragons did protect the nobles and the city from the Twilight Archbishop's attack, and sacrificed for it.

The remains of the three black dragons who died in battle were restrained by the countess, and their sacrifices also made the nobles willing to try to contact the black dragon, just like what Tyrion would often say... sacrifice is the basis of cooperation.

SI7 is located in the old city. It stands to reason that everything that happened in this city cannot be hidden from Xiao Er's eyes. However, since three days ago, Xiao Er discovered that there are more and more secrets hidden in this city. , The assassins he sent disappeared strangely in these dark alleys. This city was like the mouth of a giant beast, ruthlessly devouring any life that dared to step into it.

There is a problem here!

This is also the reason why Xiao Er went out in person today. He had to figure out what happened in this strange city.

But the moment Shaw stepped into the dark alley around the Pig and Whistle Inn, the surrounding air suddenly became quiet, and that eerie quietness made the hairs on the Master Assassin's neck stand on end. During an assassination mission, that Stranglethorn Valley was as quiet as a hellish night.

He is being watched! There is no doubt that he is being targeted.

call

Xiao Er let his breathing become lighter, and two sharp daggers fell into his palms. He looked at the shadows around him vigilantly, and he could feel that a pair of cold eyes were hiding in a certain corner, He looked at him with the eyes of looking at the prey.

For master assassins, maintaining stealth and concealment is the basic ability. He is like a cat, walking quietly in this dark alley. With Xiao Er's strength, even if he stands behind the assassinated target, The target may not be able to find him. In the profession of assassins, Xiao Er is the real genius. He was trained by his grandmother since he was a child. In the entire Stormwind Kingdom, Xiao Er dared to boast, but failed to find the hidden state. he.

But now, Shaw felt threatened.

whoosh

While waiting quietly, the other party seemed to lose his composure. The moment Xiao Er turned his head, a cold throwing knife pierced his back with precision, but Xiao Er avoided it with a strange movement. Passing over, the sharp flying knife pierced the wall behind, splashing a spark, but also revealing the opponent's position.

The next moment, Xiao Er's body disappeared in place. He passed through the shadow covering his body and appeared directly behind the attacker. Two daggers staggered towards the opponent's neck.

clang

The collision of the dagger and the dagger made a crisp sound, and the two hidden assassins revealed their figures at the same time. At the moment they confronted each other, Xiao saw his opponent.

A guy who exists like a ghost, his whole body seems to have no entity, that kind of pale mist wraps around his body, between reality and reality, it looks very strange, but what surprised Xiaoer the most is that that face.

Every day when he wakes up from a deep sleep, he can see that face in the mirror...it is his face, it is exactly the same, even the small scar at the corner of the eye, and the iconic mustache are exactly the same, except for that The eyes, those blood-red eyes, were filled with hatred and anger, and the distorted hatred was hardly concealed.

Snapped

Xiao Er's figure jumped to the back. He lowered his body, held the weapon in his hand, and looked at the ghost on the opposite side vigilantly. The latter was very relaxed playing with the dagger in his hand. The sharp double-edged blades were like ice flakes, shining ominously. .

You regressed... No, you failed this body!

The ghost said in a windy voice: It is resisting you, it is resisting a strange soul, because it does not belong to you, it has never belonged to you!

The figure of this ghost slowly disappeared in the darkness. The next moment, the sharp knife light bloomed in front of Xiao Er's eyes again. The deep darkness wrapped this ghost, making it almost merge with the shadow. At the moment of appearance, behind Xiao Er and on both sides of his body, four phantoms appeared at the same time, stabbing the weapon towards Xiao Er's body with the same movement.

Give me back my body...!

clang clang clang clang

The master assassin was very calm at this fatal moment. He spun his body quickly, and during the twirl, he threw the throwing knives on his belt in four directions in unison, like a burst of lightning in the dark. Like Bladestorm.

But this counterattack was not completely successful. When the ghost appeared about 5 meters in front of his eyes again, Xiao Er felt the stabbing pain from his arm, and he was cut.

The wound was frozen, and not a single drop of blood flowed, but Xiao Er could feel a strange toxin flowing in his blood vessels, and the ice-like blade was coated with poison!

Your body?

Xiao Er threw an antidote into his mouth. While recovering his energy, he looked at the strange ghost in front of him that was just like him. He asked softly:

How to say?

The ghost didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill Xiao Er, he played with the dagger in his hand, and with a twisted smile, he asked:

May I have your name?

Xiao Er was stunned by this question. He narrowed his eyes and replied:

Shor... Mathias Shor!

What a coincidence, the despicable thief who stole my body.

The Ghost Assassin let out a piercing laugh, his illusory figure suddenly disappeared into the darkness, Xiao Er's scalp was numb, he turned around subconsciously, and stabbed the dagger in his hand behind, but...it missed nothing.

At the same moment, the ghost's cold voice sounded behind him. In the pain of the sharp knife penetrating into his body, he heard the ghost gnashing its teeth and saying:

Matias Shaw... this is mine too, name!