Azeroth’s Death Track

Oh my Bond, what a beast you are...

The ambiguous dialogue echoes in Mr. Bond's bedroom. The man and woman controlled by passion are like surfers. Between the intertwining of lust, the two keep rolling on the happy waves until they reach the top of the tide. Between the tight hugs of the warm bodies, the two slipped from the lost joy together.

Hoo... Hoo

The sound of heavy breathing resounded in the dark bedroom, the flushed Hells Bond, this young and energetic lady stretched her body, and fetched his favorite tobacco for her husband from the bedside , and personally lit it for him.

Between the flickering of the shredded tobacco and the rich aroma, Mr. Bond, who was blind-eyed, subconsciously hugged his wife's warm body tightly, while Mrs. Bond put her head on her husband's chest, letting her long brown hair hang down on her husband's chest. On the white bedding.

She looked at her lover carefully. Compared with her who was only 26 years old, the 35-year-old Bond seemed a bit richer, but she just liked the mysterious temperament of this man under his shy appearance. After first meeting at a sorority party for bachelorettes, a lonely Miss Hells gets lost in Mr. Bond's world.

The most important thing is that Bond works as a workshop manager in the most famous Thorium Brothers machinery factory in the Black Iron District. This is a proper upper-middle class in the Black Iron District. For an immigrant from northern Xinjiang like Hells, he is a real golden turtle son-in-law.

After getting married, Hels also became the Miss Lucky who made the girls who worked with her extremely jealous in the office of the Agricultural Products Company in Darkforge City where she worked.

Of course, the two quarreled occasionally, but they were generally happy. However, because of the sensitive nature of women, Miss Hears could feel that her husband was hiding something from her.

Have you ever thought about naming your child?

Hells suddenly asked:

Marcus... isn't that a good name? It's my grandfather's name. Listen, Marcus Bond... sounds like a big name.

No!

Mr. Bond shook his head and put out the cigarette in the ashtray. He reached out and stroked his wife's hair, and said softly:

Marcus M. Kant, this is our child's real name...I'm sorry I kept it from you for so long, but my real last name is indeed M. Kant.

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Mrs. Bond to ask, the senior spy looked into his wife's eyes and said softly:

I know, you think I'm hiding a lot of things from you, and I'll tell you, Hells, actually... Actually, I have the title of Lordaeron Lord, but you know, people on the federation side are very concerned about nobles. There was an instinctive disgust, so after immigrating, I changed my surname and concealed my origin.

As he spoke, the spy took out the cold coat of arms from his clothes on the bedside, and put it in his wife's hand to strengthen his persuasion. Miss Hears seemed shocked by this secret. Seeing the impossibly fake aristocratic coat of arms in her hand, she didn't know what to say for a moment.

I'm going to take you out of here, Hells.

Mr. Bond raised his wife's face with both hands, and he said seriously:

Let's go back to the empire. I've been thinking about it all the time, but our children... He made me make up my mind. Go back to the empire. We will become nobles, and our children will have a brighter future. You will be Lady Conder, and you will...

no, do not want!

Hers seemed to be frightened. She wrapped her body in the quilt, as if she was away from the hot iron, away from the palm of her husband. This sudden movement startled Bond, and he widened his eyes. He saw his wife bowed her head and wept slightly.

What's wrong?

Bond asked, Hells raised her head and looked at him with a sad look:

No! I'm not going to the empire. I'm just a peasant girl. I grew up on a farm. My father and grandfather are both farmers. In the empire, I will never have any contact with a noble lord like you in my life. We People from two worlds, you said this to me only because you have a child, you don't love me at all, you love your own child... No!

No! Bond, you still want to go back to the empire, so that you can be your high-ranking lord. All you can't forget is your power and status. You are no different from those nobles who used to whip me. You really make me feel sick. ..”

Mrs. Bond screamed and retreated to the corner of the room. She stared at her husband like staring at a stranger:

I'm not going anywhere! I'm not going anywhere with my child, I won't let him live in a world with nobles, I won't let him kneel to those disgusting people, get out! Bring Fuck your title! We're done!

His wife's reaction made Bond stunned on the bed. The manuscript he had typed was useless now. He never thought that he would get this result by sharing the most precious thing with his wife. At this moment, he suddenly realized. ..

His wife doesn't care about his origin at all, what his wife loves is him, not the damn cold coat of arms, not the so-called noble status.

This was supposed to be a disappointment for Bond, which meant that the glory he had earned through his life and death was trampled under his feet by this woman, but at this moment, Bond's heart, which had been lonely all along, was suddenly filled with a strange happiness up.

As a solitary spy living in the dark, he knew he shouldn't have such emotions, but... again, who can say clearly about hormones?

No! Hells, no...we're not going anywhere, just follow your orders!

Bond suddenly grabbed the coat of arms on the bed, and under his wife's gaze, he threw the coat of arms into the burning fireplace in the house without hesitation. During the beating of the sparks, he opened his arms to his wife, and he was gentle says:

Come on, tell me about that house you fancy in North County... where our child will be born, Marcus M. I will never kneel down to anyone... I promise!

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Bang bang bang bang

The sound of knocking on the door like a madman sounded in the old Figo's house. A few minutes later, the cynical face of the old dwarf appeared in the eyes of Bond wearing a windbreaker. The old dwarf cursed in a vicious voice:

Go back! Bond, I have guests at this time, no matter what you want to do, I don't welcome you!

After finishing speaking, old Figo was about to close the door forcefully, but was held up by Bond with his hand. The senior spy stared at the old dwarf's fiery red eyes, and in the darkness of Darkforge City, he paused says:

Old Figo, no matter what you want to do, I will join in!

You're crazy!

The old dwarf cursed, and he cried:

I have nothing...

Don't be stupid! I've been in this business for 20 years! Old Figo, I can't hide the panic in your eyes, including the hatred for Harold, the disgust, I can feel it... You must be planning something.

Bond gritted his teeth and said:

Listen! I'm on your side now! Let the empire die, I've given the best 20 years of my life to the big guys, and now... now I'm living for myself.

Um?

Old Figo looked at Bond suspiciously. He didn't believe the man in front of him, but out of some instinct, he still asked:

how to prove?

This sentence already showed that old Figo did have a secret, and Bond's heart suddenly dropped when he mentioned it. He took a long breath, looked around, and lowered his voice:

No need to prove, old dwarf, I... I have children, just like you, and I know how it feels now. It doesn't matter whether I live or die. I'm used to life and death. I know always One day I will die with a dagger stabbed in the back, but the children... my children, my wife, they are innocent.

I have to give them two lives back!

Bond clenched his fists, he looked into old Figo's eyes, and said in the most sincere tone:

Please! Give me a chance.

this...

Old Figo didn't know what to do for a while, and the two of them were deadlocked in the darkness, until more than ten seconds later, a hoarse voice came from the darkness of the house:

Let him in, Figo, I want to see him.

It was a woman's voice. The moment the voice appeared, all the nerves in Bond's body were frantically calling the police. It was the instinctive reaction of the prey sensing the predator, and Bond's back even broke out in cold sweat. However, old Figo But no longer hesitated, he let go of his hand, patted Bond's arm in a gesture of his own, and motioned him to enter the room.

Bond walked stiffly through the darkness, and a few minutes later he saw the woman with her back to him, sitting on the sofa under the bright gas lamp, flipping through some papers.

She had her head crossed, with blood-red long hair, and on both sides of her hair were long, sharp ears. She didn't look like a high elf, but rather a legendary night elf.

And Bond stood in the living room, he didn't know what to say, until another guy came out from the basement, and Bond really jumped.

Albin! Damned dwarf!

Bond saw the little figure with dyed blue hair, and he couldn't help shouting:

Why are you here! You also...

betray?

The dwarf hugged his belly and laughed:

I know you want to say the word, but not betrayal, my Bond man.

The dwarf who was discussing with Bond before to blow up the Darkforge City said in a high-pitched voice:

I have never been the same as you, let's get to know you again, I am from the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency, Gnomeregan Secret Operations Division, call me Aldridge... Level 5 agent, you are so lucky, you will be here soon You finally made a not-so-bad decision when you closed the net.

Well, dwarf, you talk too much!

The woman who had been silent all this time stood up suddenly, causing Bond to raise his head subconsciously. This woman is really tall, at least 2.5 meters. She was wearing a leather trench coat lined with a black combat uniform. She looked very imposing, and Serious, with a white mask on his face, under that mask, Bond saw a pair of blood-red eyes...Damn it, this is a dangerous Saraine!

Those eyes were looking at Bond, who couldn't help swallowing, and then heard the Salayne elf say in a hoarse voice:

Introduce yourself, you can call me Shadow, level 9 agent of the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency, my people have been following you for a long time, Mr. Bond, but before I start, I want to ask, what is it that prompts You came here tonight...

Of course, this is a personal question and you can choose not to answer it.

Bond was silent for more than ten seconds. Finally, under the watchful eyes of the dwarf and Sallein, he clenched his fists, then loosened them, and finally clenched them again. Facing the new friend in front of him, he said:

I didn't have a choice before, but now... I just want to be an ordinary person. Are you satisfied with this answer?

good!

Shadow reached out and clapped dryly, as if to applaud, as she watched Bond, and a few seconds later, she picked up a document from the table behind her and threw it at the human agent.

Sign it!

This is?

Bond flipped through the file and asked, the shadow didn't answer, but the noisy dwarf answered instead:

The Witness Protection Program, or another name, Operation Paperclip, you just need to know that signing this document means that you voluntarily give up all your previous identities and turn to serve the Federation. After 1-3 years of inspection After the period, you and your family will get a new identity, live in a new place, no one will know your past, and you and your family will be included in the federal protection system.

The Commonwealth is committed to protecting the fundamental rights of every citizen.

After the dwarf's introduction, Shadow added a few words:

Working for the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency, you don't need to worry about being silenced in the end...As long as you show your loyalty to the Federation, we will protect you like we protect 750,000 citizens. Many, this is why in the intelligence battle between the two sides, you were repeatedly pressed on the ground by us and rubbed... there is no way to fight back.

Well, that sounds good...

Bond picked up the pen, and before signing his name, he glanced at the shadow, and he said softly:

Can I make one additional request?

explain!

Shadow nodded, and she said meaningfully:

The request can't be too much. Of course, the limit depends on the amount of secrets you can provide us.

I hope you don't have any scruples, Mr. Bond, you and I both know that secrets destroy a person from the inside, and as long as you have a day of fear because of the secrets in your heart, you will never really quit... Based on what you've done in the past, this is your only chance.

I think...

As Bond signed his real name on the document, tenderness shone in his eyes, and he whispered jokingly:

I want a house in North County.

The house prices there are a bit expensive. With my current salary, it may be a bit difficult to afford. As for the secret, I have been in this industry for 20 years. You will be very satisfied with the ones in my mind.