Azeroth’s Death Track

Thales swore that if he was given another chance to choose, he would never take the initiative to go to Khaz Modan, a place that should go to hell.

The League of Assassins is a really big organization. As long as every member wants to make money, there are endless missions. Many of them are rich rewards, but also very dangerous adventures, such as going to the treasure house of a certain kingdom Take something, such as going to a high-security prison to save a person, etc.

As an international organization with a profound heritage, the original intention of the Assassin's Alliance was not to achieve justice or to have some kind of sacred mission. The reason for its appearance was simply for money.

After the first generation of Assassins withered in time, their descendants passed on this fine tradition. The current Assassin League is making money all the time, but the most unfortunate thing in a precarious era is that many things are not yours. If you don't want to do it, you don't have to do it.

Even the League of Assassins is the same. After the rebuilding of the human empire, the connections between countries became closer, and the intelligence organizations of various countries began to communicate with each other. As a result, the living space of the League of Assassins was greatly reduced, especially for the current emperor. His Majesty is not a decent person who likes to hire assassins to do things, which makes the Assassin Alliance face a serious business crisis.

Under such circumstances, facing the olive branch thrown by the empire, the leaders of the Assassin Alliance did not hesitate long before accepting the goodwill of the empire. As a result, in the alliance, missions related to the empire's military affairs rapidly increased.

What Thales is executing is one of them. He was ordered to enter the battlefield of Khaz Modan to collect enough information about the undead for the center of the empire, about their arms, tactics, combat system, and even logistics that may not exist at all. system, any information is required.

This is not an easy task, but due to the absolutely generous reward, being dazzled by love, and investing all his savings, the cash-strapped assassin had to bid farewell to his girlfriend and come to Kasmo Dan dedicated his loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor.

Thales is not a lucky person. In his short and young life, unlucky things always happened one after another. For example, now, at the moment of completing the mission and preparing to evacuate, Thales lightly crossed the ruins of the undead fortress, preparing to He mixed in with the deserters and left, but when he raised his head, he happened to see the scene where General Danas had his throat cut by Tyrion.

Seeing the splashed blood falling on the polluted snow, that scene almost made Taylor's heart stop beating.

And now, less than a minute after that, he was facing an even worse problem.

How long do you want to stay there?

Are you coming out by yourself, or am I asking you to come out?

Hearing Tyrion's cold but familiar voice, Thales repeatedly looked at that face and that back figure, and finally confirmed that the death knight in front of him who felt ashamed just by looking at his standing posture was definitely the one he had found several years ago. The guy he traded with.

Well, he also passed a nice, expensive hip flask by this guy, but that cutie was used up a year ago.

I hope he's not a grudge...

Feeling the shadows around his body becoming colder and colder, Thales swallowed, and finally took a step forward obediently, raising his hands to signal that he had no malice.

Uh, I still remember you, your name...your name is Liming or something, anyway, I've seen you, we've worked together, handsome guy, I just passed by here by accident...I didn't see anything!

Thales licked his dry lips:

Let me go! My mouth is very firm. My friends call me Honest and Reliable Thales. I will never reveal your whereabouts! I can swear on my father's name!

Well... I remember you.

Tyrion turned his head to look at the nervous Thales, his icy blue eyes carried a trace of scrutiny, a moment later, a dark raven silver coin appeared at his fingertips, when he saw this silver coin, Tyrion The heart that Erles raised finally fell. It seemed that Tyrion had no intention of killing him.

Meeting old friends always makes people feel happy, but the problem is, I remember you said that you can find you in the tavern in the Eastern Continent if you need anything... I have found you three times!

Tyrion's next sentence caused cold sweat to appear on Thales' forehead again. He twisted his fingers nervously and stammered:

Uh, I have a lot of tasks to do during this period of time. As you know, I am a high-level assassin and I am very busy. Besides, those informants must have not contacted me. After all, the assassin's matter, how can it be called a missed appointment... .Say, what do you need me to do? I'll do it right away!

Thales patted his chest and shouted, Tyrion glanced suspiciously, and finally shook his head:

I can't use you anymore.

This sentence made Thales subconsciously grab the dagger at his waist. Although he didn't have much contact with Tyrion, this assassin can probably guess the mind of this big guy. Useless things are worthless. Things or people without value often end up miserable.

But when he was thinking suspiciously about whether to get up and take a gamble, Tyrion said slowly:

I've already done it, but...speaking of it, I do have a very troublesome thing that requires an excellent assassin like you to help me.

The Dark Blade King narrowed his eyes and looked at Thales:

That's a very dangerous thing. Only really powerful guys can escape unscathed. My only question is, are you the kind of powerful guy I need?

Uh, I...

Thales glanced at the magic sword humming behind the Dark Blade King. He felt that his answer was very important to his life. After a few seconds of hesitation, he nodded:

I am!

Good! I like confident people.

A smile appeared on Tyrion's face again, he reached out and patted Thales on the shoulder, and lowered his voice:

Mograine, the great nobleman of Lordaeron, I want you to check if he took anything from the Burning Plains battlefield 5 years ago, if so, help me get it back, of course, I will pay Give you enough compensation, a sum of money that you can't spend in your lifetime, and...

Your meaningless little life...

Tyrion didn't say this blunt threat, but Thales, who was entangled in the dark red death energy, seemed to hear it, and his body became stiff.

Tyrion doesn't seem to know what kind of impact his words have on Thales, but maybe he doesn't care if he knows, the identities of the two have undergone earth-shaking changes in the past few years. From the looks of it, the high-ranking assassin Thales is no longer a threat.

What's this?

The Dark Blade King took out a scribbled document out of Thales's arms with great interest, and he flipped through a few pages. There were a lot of content written in scribbled handwriting, and there were even some clumsy stick figures , it can be seen that this is the information about the undead army described from the perspective of an assassin.

And Thales carefully looked at Tyrion's expression. He had mobilized all his energy. Once Tyrion showed any killing intent, he would immediately turn around and run away, but can he escape? Thales He was not sure, especially after seeing Tyrion kill General Danas like a chicken, Thales really lacked confidence in his escape.

Nonsense! It's all nonsense!

Tyrion threw the information that Thales had carefully collected for several days on the ground, and stepped on it intentionally or unintentionally, which made Thales very distressed, that was a lot of money!

10% truth, 50% guesswork, and the remaining 40% is complete nonsense.

The Dark Blade King looked at the high-level assassin in front of him with a strange look:

If I didn't know your details, maybe I would have thought that you had been developed into one of us by Nasa, the little goblin. Using such information to fight us, the empire's failure is simply doomed. Of course, if the empire's spies It’s all about your attitude and style of doing things, how much should I worry about.”

Ah, I never intended to finish it.

Seeing that Tyrion didn't intend to kill people, Thales' nature broke out. He leaned against the wall of the ruins and said nonchalantly:

You don't know how much the bureaucrats of the empire want to know everything about you. The things I collected can't be put on the table in your eyes, but they are definitely the life-saving straws that those bureaucrats need most, especially after going through this tragedy. After the failure of...

Thales glanced at the corpses on the distant battlefield, closed his eyes and said:

Compared to being beaten blindfolded, even a piece of information that is only half true will be regarded as a real treasure by them. The special form of existence of the undead is destined to make it impossible for the living to mix in with you... At least there is no way to perfectly disguise as undead, and it is too difficult to get information from you.

And you have a lot of ghost-like ghosts under your command... I suspect that they are definitely the top assassins who were killed and resurrected by you.

Thales coughed lightly:

They are our kind, and they no longer need to breathe, and they don't have to worry about being poisoned. They can control their bodies completely autonomously... They are simply the perfect natural enemies of assassins.

Thanks for the compliment.

Tyrion smiled calmly, and after a while, he said to Thales:

The basic combat unit of the Undead Legion is the battle group. There are currently 13 battle groups deployed in the eastern continent, of which 6 are newly formed, and 5 battle groups participated in the attack on the empire. I am currently in command. There are 5 legion commanders, 15 combat commanders, and 2 dark warlocks. After completely occupying Ironforge, I can form another Khaz Modan battle group. The candidate for the legion leader has not yet been determined. But it will certainly be those acquaintances of the king.

Hearing these military secrets, Thales' eyes were a little dull, and he didn't come back to himself until Tyrion stopped talking. Looking at the Dark Blade King in front of him, he showed a dull expression:

What?

Isn't this the information you need to hand over?

Tyrion asked back, while Thales was a little crazy:

I mean, why, why are you telling me this?

Interesting question.

Tyrion's eyes changed, he looked at Thales, and said:

I will never treat my own people badly, so I will give you what you need, and I will help you ascend to a higher and more important position in your system. Of course, when I need it... I trust that you will not refuse my...request.

Um?

Thales immediately understood what Tyrion meant. He wanted him to be a double agent, but the problem was that the risk was too great. In the current situation, once someone else found out that he had a connection with the undead, he would It is absolutely impossible to walk beyond the borders of the empire alive.

He wanted to reject this goodwill, but seeing Tyrion's eyes looking at him, the eyes of the dead, made the high-ranking assassin immediately dismiss this idea.

The empire has barely learned something, but their crude beheading tactics are meaningless.

Tyrion said slowly:

The reason why the wargroup uses high-level knights to command lower-level knights, and lower-level knights to command undead infantry is very simple. It is just to reduce the pressure on the knight's soul. But when necessary, a high-level death knight can control more than one 3,000 undead infantry, the reason they don't usually do this is because it is unnecessary, so the empire wants to really execute beheading, either kill the legion commander in one fell swoop, and then peel off the layers, or send someone to kill me directly.. .”

You have also seen that I can command the undead infantry on the entire battlefield by myself... This is still without using all my strength.

Thales took out a new text and quickly recorded the information Tyrion said. He had already seen that what he was holding in his hand was not a document, but a bright future. Of course, Thales would not be so stupid Taking out all these things at once would only make others doubt him. He had to grasp the timing, but for high-level assassins, this was not difficult.

You know very well what the consequences of taking this information will be?

Thales glanced at the Dark Blade King:

Many old-fashioned assassins will be moved upon hearing the news... Your head will definitely be very valuable, no, the Emperor of the Empire may even exchange your head with an earl title!

Hearing the high-level assassin's words, Tyrion smiled indifferently:

Count? This is a humiliation in my opinion... Of course, I welcome those assassins to assassinate me. I lack talents in this area, very short! Otherwise, what do you think I would tell you?

The communication between the two did not last long. Tyrion would not be stupid enough to hand over the really important information to the empire, but the truths he said were enough for the empire to digest for a while, and enough for Thales to switch to An official position that is not noble, but important enough.

When the high-ranking assassin was about to leave, Tyrion called to him.

He took out something from his storage ring and put it in the assassin's palm. It was a thumb-sized bottle filled with a pure black suspicious liquid. When Thales picked up the bottle, the trembling The liquid seemed to be actively devouring the surrounding light.

This is the prepaid reward, the pure blood of the shadow demigod, it will make you more loved by the shadow, it will make you the king in the shadow, but the blood of the demigod is so domineering, if you can't take stable blood within 1 year If you use the potion, you will lose your handsome human appearance, lose all your sanity, be swallowed by the shadows, and then turn into an ugly wind snake.

The Dark Blade King stretched out his hand and helped Thales unseal the bottle, then took a step back, pulled out the magic sword with his backhand, and looked at him calmly:

So, drink it... and you can return to the Empire with your bright future.

Or, bring your beliefs and secrets and join us.