Azeroth’s Death Track

Boom

The sound of fingers knocking on the cast-iron gate echoed in the dark alley of Lane 16, Craftsman Avenue. A guy in ordinary workers' clothes, about 35 or 6 years old, was holding a half bottle of wine in his hand, and looked drunk Yes, he looked left and right from time to time, and in the depths of those sleepy drunken eyes, there was a cold light shining.

Boom...boom

Five seconds later, there were two more rhythmic knocks on the door, but the door in front of him was still closed. After another five seconds, the drunk man staggered on the iron door, waved his fists, and He slapped the door frantically with both hands like he was going crazy.

The shape is insane and full of the humor that a drunkard should have, but if you listen carefully, there are not too many knocks, exactly 27 times.

click

The lookout on the iron gate was opened from the inside, and a black iron dwarf in a robe stared vigilantly at the drunkard outside the gate with fiery red eyes. He lowered his thick voice and said in a deep voice:

Go away! It says on the door, No Strangers, Drunks, and Dogs! Are You Blind?

Come on, buddy.

The drunken human worker raised his hand, drank the remaining wine in the bottle in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and burped disgustingly:

Long live the dark blade! Long live the black iron! I love this place...

boom

After a few seconds, the door was opened from the inside, and the drunkard lying on the door fell into the house in the dark alley. The black iron dwarf poked his head out and looked around vigilantly, making sure there were no abnormalities around. After that, he closed the iron door with a bang, and then quickly locked the seven sets of locks behind the door one by one.

Behind him, the drunkard stood up in the darkness with the dust on his body, his eyes were shrewd and capable, and there was no trace of drunkenness, he muttered:

Which genius came up with this procedure... Every time I come home after a session, my wife won't let me sleep drunk, damn it.

This complaint made the black iron dwarf who closed the door couldn't help raising his head and looked at the ordinary worker in front of him. The dwarf said in a low voice:

Do you want me to remind you, Bond, about your real identity? When you wanted to get married, I said you were dizzy. Have you ever thought that once your identity is revealed, that poor What is the woman going to do?

This rhetorical question stunned the human man named Bond, then he shrugged and said indifferently:

It's just a disguise, old Figo, aren't you the same? What about your two sons? Have you driven them away again?

The black iron dwarf snorted, and lifted the chandelier from his hand. Under the light of the lantern in his hand, he led the man who was connected all the way to the depths of his house. The old dwarf said as he walked:

It is enough for one member of the Figo family to serve the queen faithfully. My sons have nothing to do with this matter. I never let them get involved. The two of them have a great future...

While speaking, the old dwarf lowered his voice:

Damn it, why is it this time, I planned to quit two months ago.

Come on, Figo, you and I both know.

The human man following the dwarf put his hand on the dwarf's shoulder. He looked at the passage slowly coming to the end in front of him, and said:

When we started down this road, we knew ... there was no turning back.

After saying these words, both of them fell silent, they lost interest in chatting, walked in the dark, and entered the basement of the house, where, under the dim light, several people were already waiting for them.

The composition of these people is very complicated. There are humans, dwarves, and a dwarf wearing a mechanic uniform. The clothes are stained with oil, and it looks like he just came from the workshop.

Bond, you're late.

An ordinary-looking man with cloudy eyes stared at Bond, and he calmly made an unfunny joke:

I thought you defected... just like Eddie, I think, you should still remember the scene when we executed that traitor with our own hands?

That joke is not funny! Harold.

Bond glared at the joking man, and he went to the dim light, where there was a table covered with a rough map and some signs, and Bond looked at the map and the signs on it, As an old member who had been absorbed into Lordaeron's intelligence organization since he was a child, he could tell at a glance that the scale of this operation...was huge.

We have been lurking in the Black Iron District for almost 5 years. We used to steal information or samples and other small jobs...

Bond picked up the water glass and sipped the cold water. He glanced at the silent man Harold. This guy was one of the 13 chiefs of the Imperial agents in the Federal District. The kind that kills without blinking an eye.

At the moment when he saw Harold's serious eyes, Bond seemed to recall the scene where he followed Harold to execute the defected agents, the splashed blood, the sobbing before death, the despair and fear, Let him subconsciously clenched the cold water glass in his hand, perhaps to relieve the tension in his heart, Bond couldn't help but point his finger on the map, and he asked:

So, this time it's a real 'big job', right?

The very big kind.

Harold answered Bond's question with a cold smile, and this smile also made the other members of the basement feel chills down their spines. For the secret service, unless it is the kind of lunatic who naturally likes to walk in the dark , no one would be willing to do this job for a long time, and the task of an agent has a characteristic, the risk of a small job is small, and the risk of a big job is high.

In terms of the expectation that Harold is showing now, it is estimated that this mission will put everyone present on the risk of walking a tightrope. No normal person would like to take risks, even if it is a real The same goes for the agents.

bang bang

Harold stretched out his finger, tapped on the rough map in front of him, and attracted everyone's attention to himself. He glanced at everyone with a very menacing gaze, and then coughed lightly:

Don't worry, guys, I know what you are hesitating, but listen to me, we don't need to participate in this operation, understand? The headquarters will send enough elite people to infiltrate Darkforge City, uh, maybe they have already entered, What we have to do is very simple, at 11 o'clock tomorrow night, we will find a way to create a little movement in the factory area to create opportunities for the assassins who sneaked into the city.

Albin, did I let you get the dynamite?

Harold looked at the dwarf standing on the chair. The dwarf in the oil-stained clothes, with flexible eyes and dyed blue hair gave the boss a fearful look, and then nodded reluctantly. nodded:

It's done, and it's enough to detonate one-twentieth of a city.

He said in the high-pitched voice of a dwarf:

It's in the warehouse of Isaac Mining Company. I'm managing that warehouse now. You can come and pick it up anytime.

very good!

Harold nodded in satisfaction, then looked at the men around him, tapped three points on the map with his fingers, and said:

Bond goes to District 1, Halfords to District 2, Brothers Grimm to District 3, listen, all we have to do is plant the explosives, erase all traces of ourselves, set it ablaze, and the rest is as it should be. We're alright, get it, guys.

The mission given to us by the empire is far more than that. We need to protect ourselves and continue to serve the empire with a useful body...

As Harold was speaking, he took something out of his pocket and put it in Bond's hands. He emphasized his voice:

This is a reward from the King of Alsace, Bond. The weapon sample you got last month made the king very satisfied. He even gave you the status of Lord! Although this honor cannot be made public, But the entire kingdom and even the entire empire will remember you and us...you deserve it!

Bond touched the cold metal object in his hand. It was a delicate coat of arms, representing his new glory. For a spy who walks in the dark, such glory is very precious, which means As long as he can end his current latent mission and return to the empire's ruled area, he can become a true nobleman.

But during this period of time when he was lurking, once this exquisite gadget was discovered, it would be enough to kill him. It is best not to be too famous for those who do secret work.

None of the imperial spies who had been lurking in the Federation at the same time as Bond had survived. Some died in the battle of wits with the undead spies, some chose to defect, and the rest were the same as him. Silently persisting in the dark, the matter of the empire's westward journey dealt a heavy blow to these loyal spies. During those months, many spies chose to leave in a daze, or simply surrendered to the Federation.

It was a tumultuous period, but then reconnecting with the Empire put the agents' daily activities on track again, and oh, it's worth mentioning that Bond and his now wife, it was during that chaotic time married.

Okay, guys!

Harold propped his hands on the table, there was a glimmer of enthusiasm in his hazy eyes, and he said in a deep voice:

The empire's counterattack will be carried out by us personally. We will use a gorgeous fireworks to announce to the bastards who have betrayed their race and stand with the undead that the empire will never admit defeat! Humanity is supreme! Empire is supreme!

Go, brothers, tomorrow night, we will fulfill our mission!

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In the dark room, Bond was leaning on the soft sofa, his eyes stared blankly at the darkness in front of him, on the table in front of him was an open bottle of rum, playing with it in his hand That exquisite coat of arms, no one knows what he is thinking.

ding dong

The door that was pushed open rang the wind chime at the door. The sudden sound made Bond, who was sitting on the sofa, raise his head subconsciously. The coat of arms in his palm was twitching between his fingers, as if by magic Disappeared.

The bright gas lamp was turned on, and Mrs. Bond, who was holding a bag of vegetables and food, walked into the room. The latter seemed to be in a very good mood. She put the food in the mechanical refrigerator, then walked into the living room, and saw Mrs. Bond who was drinking Husband, this made Mrs. Bond's good mood fly away immediately.

She crossed her hips, folded her arms, and stared at her husband from behind. After a moment, she asked:

Why didn't you go to work today? Do you know how much we have to pay for gas this month? And the rent... Didn't we agree to save up to buy a house in North County, or a small farm in Westfall? Have you all forgotten?

This series of questioning made Bond not interested in answering at all. The poor woman didn't know that she was just a... prop used by Bond, a senior agent, to hide his identity.

Seeing that her husband didn't answer, Mrs. Bond became more angry. She walked forward angrily, threw a folded paper on the table in front of Bond, then turned around and walked back to the bedroom, high heels and the floor. The sound of collisions sounded in the house. This kind of quarrel between ordinary people disgusted Bond so much that he even had the idea of ​​slamming the door and leaving.

I must have lost my head.

Bond shook his head, he felt more and more that old Figo's complaints were correct, as a shady secret agent, he shouldn't get married...But who can say anything about hormones?

The senior spy, who was drinking in a confused way, picked up the glass, then picked up the origami that his wife threw on the table, opened the origami with a careless gesture, and glanced at it.

boom

The half-filled wine glass fell to the floor, and the shattered glass was scattered everywhere. The blood-like liquor soaked the hem of Bond's pajamas, but the spy seemed to be petrified.

boom

Like a sudden outburst of some kind of emotion, he slammed his fist on the table in front of him like a wild beast, and the table flew out. This movement startled the angry Mrs. Bond. After rushing out of the bedroom, she saw her husband who was as angry as a lion. She had never seen that crazy gesture before.

The poor woman from the Arathi Highlands was terrified by the sight in front of her. The Bond she was familiar with, that somewhat shy middle-aged man, was gone, replaced by another devil who seemed to dominate his body.

Sensing the noise coming from behind, Bond turned his head, he was breathing like an angry orc, but the moment he saw his wife, the murderous eyes in his eyes became gentle in an instant, he was a little confused Looking at the messy floor under his feet, he took a deep breath, then walked slowly to his wife, knelt down on one knee, and put his ear on his wife's abdomen.

He asked in a gentle tone he had never had before:

Is it true? My Hells? I have a baby, right? I'm sorry, I'm just, I'm just so excited...something, something I have to arrange...but I need to make sure , you are not lying to me, are you?

Of course, my Bond, haven't you been telling me you want a baby? You see, the Light has come to visit us again.

Mrs. Bond stretched out her hand, stroking Bond's hair like taking care of a child. At this moment, she felt extremely warm. This poor woman who lost everything in the war felt the warmth of home again.

It's a pity... She didn't know that her husband's heart was full of despair...