Azeroth’s Death Track

Under the shroud of the moonlit night, by the time the shadow rushed to the East Valley with the most powerful hunters from the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency, the battle on the Federal Mission had already ended.

The level 9 agent looked at the subordinate who had fallen into a near-death coma in front of her. Her former and current sisters and several psychics were nervously injecting fresh blood into their seriously injured bodies to ensure that the two level 7 agents Can last until being sent back to Stormwind City.

The bodies of the two people are full of terrible scars cut by holy silver weapons, as well as wounds pierced by holy silver bullets, and horrible marks similar to firewood burned by holy fire oil. In fact, if it were not for the Cordana and Marais are Saraines with strong vitality. If it weren't for the attackers' eagerness to take away Mekkatorque, I am afraid that Shadow will meet his sisters in another way.

How is this going?

Shadow's voice was as cold as ice, and anyone could hear the creepy murderous intent contained in it. She turned her head and looked to the other side. At the East Valley Station, which was under martial law, the passenger compartment of the Federal Mission was like As if it had suffered a terrorist attack, in the carriage that had been burned by flames, there was still a lingering dark aura that circulated endlessly.

Myra, are you still alive?

Shadow walked to another hospital bed, on which lay the blood lord Myra, his condition was no better than Cordana and Marais, in fact, now Myra had lost both of his arms, his One-third of the flesh and blood had been removed from the abdomen, and the body that had also been burned looked like pieces of disgusting black charcoal.

But at least it is the blood lord, and Myra's situation is better than that of a level 7 agent. Facing the shadow's questioning, the blood lord opened his eyes with difficulty. Bloodshot, he replied in a feeble voice:

Fortunately... I can't die, but... it really hurts.

Who attacked you?

Under the shadow's white mask, those blood-red eyes danced, and she lowered her voice:

Tell me, who hurt my sister? I will avenge you, I swear...

Shor, Jorach Ravenholdt, Hemet, and a few guys I don't know... Ahem, they are all first-class experts... They are all master assassins. There are weapons against the undead... I was careless.

Myra closed her eyes in pain. He stretched out his charred hand, which was as black as charcoal, and grasped Shadow's wrist tightly. He gritted his teeth and said:

Be careful...be careful with Shaw, he has...a weird...a weird...darkness on him.

I see.

The shadow took out a dose of blood essence from his waist, pierced Myra's neck with a syringe, and said to the drowsy blood lord:

Rest, leave the rest to us, they will pay the price...

Watching the wounded being sent away by the psychics, the shadow stood in place, and there was a moving shadow in the night behind her, she tilted her head, and said to the shadow:

Look, they started another war and they slapped us in the face...it hurts.

Notify the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency that all agents above level 7 must gather at Red Ridge Mountain as quickly as possible, let Black Shore and the action team set off, and let the Valkyrie also bring their weapons... If you dare to come, don't even think about leaving gone.

In addition, execute half of the imperial spies in the federation immediately! Send their heads back to the kings and tell them... war is on!

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On the other side, in the savage Red Ridge Mountains, a group of people were galloping towards the withdrawal point on the other side of the mountain range on horseback.

The rescue operation was half successful, but the remaining half was even more difficult. Less than 15 minutes after the end of the train robbery, a terrifying space anchor centered on the Deadwind Trail and radiated to most of the Federal District. The demon Anastarian used the Karazhan Mage Tower as a medium for casting spells, and cut off all the space transmissions in the entire Federation with one person.

For the Federation that focuses on engineering and technology, the consequences of the blockade of space are not serious, but for these rescuers who are eager to get out, this is a very fatal problem, which means that they must run Only by leaving this radiation zone can the portal to another continent be reopened.

Of course, due to the weak strength of the empire on the Federation side, it is really impossible to adopt this extremely risky evacuation method.

Someone's coming, Shaw...

A strange voice resounded in Xiao Er's heart, causing the Grand Master Assassin to immediately grasp the reins. He looked back, and in the vision blessed by shadows, above the red Red Ridge Mountains behind him, in the sky intertwined with moonlight and stars , the dense black dots have already lifted into the sky.

That's the Darkblade's air power...

Their reflexes are so fast, hell.

Beside Shaw, the leader of the Assassin Alliance, the Grand Master of the Assassins, Jorach Ravenholdt, gritted his teeth and scolded:

If the response speed of the bureaucrats in the empire is half of this, then I will be thankful.

That's normal, folks.

The master craftsman Mekkatorque, who shared the same horse with Shaw, held his suitcase tightly. The jolt of the horse made him a little dizzy, but he still dutifully explained:

Mechanical telegraphs have been popularized among federal government departments, and they are only for civilian use. The high-end products used in the Dark Blade Legion fully support short-frequency tactical communication within a range of 20,000 yards. In other words, the undead It has gotten rid of the old-fashioned information transmission. In terms of communication alone, the Federation has been ahead of the Empire for at least 40 years. Oh, yes, they also installed the latest life detectors last month...

Before Mekkatorque finished speaking, Shaw poured a bottle of strange-tasting potion into his mouth. In just a moment, all the life reactions of this team disappeared quickly, including the horses, as if Suddenly turned into an undead.

Norsenfogg potion, this should be able to evade those detectors.

Xiao Er pulled down his cowboy hat, he looked at his companions, there was a gleam of determination in his gray eyes, he said in a deep voice:

We have to separate some people to delay the footsteps of the undead and attract their attention...

Let me go.

Before Shaw finished speaking, a thick voice sounded behind him. It was an old dwarf carrying a black sniper rifle. That was old Hemet Nesingwary, the most famous man in Azeroth. One of the hunters is a helper hired by the empire this time.

Old Hemet sat on his battle sheep, drinking wine, and said to the others:

Don't look at us like that, we're not crazy...Actually, I think the chances of successfully escaping with you are very low, and as a hunter, I prefer to adopt my evacuation plan.

The old dwarf grabbed the reins, and behind him, his ace team followed him. He waved to Shaw and Jollach, as if saying goodbye:

We will enter Stranglethorn Valley from Red Ridge Mountain. I hunted there more than ten years ago. It is my home field. I am also happy to play a hunting game with these undead who destroyed Ironforge It was a pleasure fighting with you guys, but now, it's time to say goodbye.

If we're lucky, we'll see you in Kalimdor!

After finishing speaking, this very stylish old dwarf tightened the reins of the battle sheep, and led his team to gallop towards the south. In the frightening darkness, his back with a heavy shotgun on his back was quite chic. smell.

Well, everyone says dwarves are difficult to deal with, but this dwarf is an exception.

Qiao Lacy looked at the back of Hemet leaving, and he said to Shaw:

Old Hemet is probably the kind of opponent that all assassins hate... The shot he killed the blood lord before was really amazing.

How many hunters like him are there in Azeroth?

Xiao Er responded, and then looked left and right. After a few seconds of thinking, he stretched out his hand, grabbed the clothes of the great craftsman, and threw it to Qiao Laqi.

Continue to take Mekkatorque! Just relying on Hemet is not enough, I have to go in another direction...

After finishing speaking, before anyone could answer, Xiao Er's figure disappeared on the horseback. Compared with a few years ago, Xiao Er's stealth skills are more exquisite, even Qiao Laqi, who is also a master assassin, admired it. endlessly.

Let's go!

Qiao Laqi glanced at the horse standing alone on the spot. He shook his head. The warrior had already made sacrifices by setting an example, and the rest of them must fulfill their mission to complete this damn rescue.

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It's just you and me now.

On the ridge of Red Ridge Mountain, Xiao Er, who was in a state of stealth, sat on the edge of the cliff, looking at the night in the distance, the still water lake like a mirror reflected the not-so-bright starlight, the night wind howled and blew across the ridge, those The sound of swaying leaves made the night even more peaceful.

Shaw was talking to a unique being in his mind, almost like chatting.

Gani, I had to thank you for letting your heir help.

It's for the sacrifices you made for me...

The weird voice sounded after a while, it didn't sound like a regular talker, there were always some stumbles between the words, as if not very familiar with human language, its tone was weird, and it was still going on, Clumsy temptation Xiao Er.

Speaking of which, Shaw, do you really not consider becoming my priest? Old Ghani has never seen a human being as talented as you... When I chat with you, I can compare with those old-fashioned trolls in Zandalar. much better.

Really?

Shaw let out a chuckle, stroking his fingers on the silver pistol at his waist, he drew his voice, and whispered:

Do you want me to be your priest? To be a follower of the god of thieves and scavengers? Or, are you going to recruit more assassins and have your name changed to God of Assassins?

Hey! Bastard, are you looking down on me?

The voice seemed disgruntled, and it screamed:

Don't forget, your Shadow Affinity was bestowed on you by Old Ghani... Although the name is not very good, Old Ghani still doesn't like those guys who are dressed in mighty and gorgeous clothes, just like Old Ghani hates Like those mighty Devilsaurs, Old Ghany will take care of the weak, just like Old Ghany will take care of you...

If I remember correctly, I slaughtered a mighty Triceratops for you in return for your Shadow Affinity...

Shaw shook his head, a light flashed in his gray eyes, and he whispered:

We trade as equals, for mutual benefit...wait, there are 'friends' coming.

The moment the voice fell, Xiao Er waved his left hand, the silver revolver muzzle turned in the air, the trigger was pulled repeatedly, and six rounds of holy silver bullets roared in the night sky. peaceful.

After the last bullet was emptied, Xiao stood up, stretched out his hand and pulled his old gray cowboy hat, and opposite him, wearing black leather armor, had exactly the same appearance as Xiao, only the crazy black Xiao was shining in his eyes. Er has been forced out of stealth.

Black Shore, a level 9 agent of the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency, lowered his head and glanced at the gloves and breastplate that were torn by bullets. It was proof that he had passed by the holy silver bullet. As long as he was a little later, the pair of undead bodies The extremely destructive bullets would pierce through his body.

But what surprised Heishor even more is that the current Xiaoer's extreme perception of shadows...

In the confrontation a few years ago, Hei Xiaoer could use stealth to play with Xiao Er in the applause, but now, he was not even 10 meters away from Xiao Er, and he was discovered by Xiao Er in advance.

very good.

Heishor tore off the broken leather armor with one hand, and threw the tattered gloves aside. He grabbed his two icy daggers, stuck out his tongue, and licked the sharp blades of the daggers. He stared at the Xiao Er, who was dressed like a cowboy in front of him, made no secret of his malice, and said softly:

Seeing that you haven't abandoned yourself these past few years, I'm very happy. The other me... This kind of you, the stronger you, when I kill you with my own hands, maybe I will feel more happy... .”

I don't feel any joy...

Xiao Er inserted the pistol back into his belt, reached out and pulled out the two holy silver war knives at his waist. Between the sharp blades, he bent down slightly, and a scar on the edge of his cheek was beating, which represented that Xiao Er was not calm. heart, he said:

I simply wanted to kill you, Black Shore...

Then come...

Hei Xiaoer's figure suddenly disappeared, Xiao Er suddenly turned around, and stabbed the holy silver saber at the back of nothing.

clang

Just like the battle between the two in the burning Stormwind City a few years ago, even the movements of their hands are almost exactly the same. Sparks splattered, and in the melee combat like a blade dance, his crazy voice also sounded in Xiao Er's ears:

This is a battle of fate! After tonight, there will only be one Xiaoer left in this world! That is... me!