Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 68 1. Ravenholdt's business --- adding more for the Taipal brothers, the village chief of Novice Village [610]

The kingdom of Alterac surrenders!

The orcs passed through the Alterac Mountains unscathed and rushed into the border of Lordaeron!

The front line of the Sabcher line of defense has fallen!

Silverpine Forest has fallen to the Horde!

The Gilneas Gray Wolf Brigade was defeated across the board!

The Legion of Tirisfal is defeated!

The Stratholme region has been ravaged by orcs! The Gatheris Legion was beaten dizzy!

Dalaran urgent!

Lordaeron is in a hurry!

In just three days, a series of stunned bad news, like a fierce combined punch, beat Marshal Anduin Lothar who was supervising the battle on the front line, and he was attacked in the back. Regardless of the situation on the hilly battlefield, the betrayal of the allies is like a dark blade, stabbing fiercely into the back of the coalition army.

And Orgrim led the three clans of Burning Blade, Blackstone, and Thunder King all the way from the Silverpine Forest, and Saurfang behind him led the Twilight's Hammer, the Ravager clan, and the Amani trolls to plunder wildly. It was like two sharp swords, one on the left and the other on the right, stabbing into the body of the Kingdom of Lordaeron at the same time.

Amidst the blood flow, this move almost killed the old king of Lordaeron, Terenas Menethil.

The peaks of soldiers on both sides pointed directly at the Royal City of Lordaeron. The most terrible thing is that in the crazy offensive of the tribe, there are only three legions in the Kingdom of Lordaeron that can be mobilized, and two of them were suddenly appeared in the Stratholme area. The orcs were losing ground.

All the troops are concentrated on the battlefield of Hillsbrad Hills. There are only two ways to return to Lordaeron, either take the Alterac Mountains, or transfer from Dalaran, and there is another way to go from the Frozen Hills. The road in the Stratholme area, but the mountain road is rough and cannot allow large troops to pass quickly.

The problem is that the Alterac Mountains have been taken over by the orcs, and those strong fortresses used to defend against the orcs have now become a nightmare for the alliance, and the border of Dalaran is tightly blocked by the orcs. It is equivalent to being blocked in the hills, unable to move at all.

At this moment, Orgrim's war wisdom was undoubtedly revealed. He let the Blood Ring clan attack wildly on the hilly battlefield, and the knights under the command of Talon Gorefiend awakened the dead in a way that did not count consumption, with only one purpose , not in killing, but in delaying the transfer speed of the coalition forces.

The originally stable battle situation has completely collapsed at this moment. Anduin Lothar and his coalition forces are facing the cruelest test. If the royal city of Lordaeron is captured, there is no need to fight this war...they will lose deal.

In this case, all the forces that can be used are mobilized crazily, and both sides are crazy... No matter what the result is, in the next few days, the war will end... and although neither side is willing Accept, but in war, there is always a loser.

The whole northern Xinjiang is in chaos.

However, in the troubled times, there are always some places that still maintain the tranquility of the past. In the mountains bordering the Hillsbrad Hills and the Stratholme region, there is such a hidden manor whose name is not known to the world. It represents a secret organization that spans the entire world, but in the thousands of years of history of the human kingdom, they have been involved in almost every major event.

And most of the time, their performance is not so bright...

assassin!

One of the oldest occupations of mankind, these fellows who walk in the dark represent the other side of the world.

The figure wrapped in a long black hood, holding a simple map, searched among the mountains. He quickly found a well-hidden cave. He looked around and walked into it , but before he took a few steps, two figures jumped out of the darkness and stood in front of him.

You are not an assassin!

You don't belong here! Go away! Or... die!

The voices were hoarse and cold. These two guys who jumped out of the shadows were wearing dark leather armor, holding daggers and short swords. On the sharp blades, flashes of green light and shadow flashed from time to time. Obviously, this thing was painted poison.

I'm here to do business...

The figure whispered, I want an intel, and that's what you guys do, don't you?

But we don't do business with strangers!

The dagger in the assassin's hand jumped: Especially for a guy like you... I can smell the smell of death on you from ten meters away! Death knight, right?

What? Don't you earn money from dead people?

The dark figure raised his head, revealing those gray eyes. Celent reached out and took off the hood, took a pocket from his waist, and threw it to the assassin in front of him. The latter took it in his hand and opened it to look.

There were more than a dozen exquisite Silmarils in that pocket. From the perspective of an assassin's professional eyes, this was an irresistible reward. He exchanged glances with his companions, and soon they put away their daggers.

This action caused Celent's eyes to pick up, and he asked:

Aren't you going to invite me in? Is this how Ravenholdt Manor treats guests?

You are not qualified to enter the manor, this guest.

Probably because of the reward, the assassin's voice became less cold. He tossed the pocket in his hand, looked at Celent in front of his eyes covered by the mask, and said softly:

Besides, the Assassin's League has recently received a big deal. I might as well tell you that the heads of members of the Perenold royal family are very valuable now. There is no one in the manor. Everyone who can move has gone to make money. That's it... .”

Then why don't you go?

Celent took a step back, which represented his goodwill. This move made the two assassins nod in satisfaction. The guy who talked a lot moved his fingers, and the pocket full of jewels disappeared into his palm. , as if by magic, he put his hands on his hips and said to Celent:

The more places you travel with, the more difficult it is to make money. People are gone. Guests like you can only find us brothers...Okay, the nonsense is over, now talk about your requirements, guest, what do you want? What information? Let me guess...

The familiar assassin stretched out his hand, stroked his chin, and said maliciously:

Guys like you must be interested in corpses, corpses of strong men, right? I heard that the Ranger General of Quel'Thalas just died, maybe she...

hum

A dark red death energy clasped the assassin's neck, and in the next moment, he was brought into the cold hands of Serente. The death knight clasped the assassin's neck, and he exuded an unbearable cold.

You should be thankful that I'm here... If you say the wrong thing again, I'd love to see you join us! You think your dagger and poison are deadly? You think too highly of yourself!

Let him go!

Another assassin drew his weapon and was about to rush forward, but was stopped by the chatty assassin with a wave of his hand.

Celent let go of the guy, and the latter rubbed his neck with frostbite in fear. He took a step back and coughed lightly:

I knew that my habit of joking would kill me one day. Tell me, guest, your request!

I want you to inquire about the whereabouts of a man!

Celent said softly:

His name is Rogelio Sunfury. He disappeared 18 months ago. He was the ranger captain who was once stationed in the elf prisoner-of-war camp in Hillsbrad Hills. Three days! Within three days, I want to get information about him. news!

You mean the camp that the orcs destroyed? Zul'jin used to be there?

The assassin's voice seemed a little weird:

You will probably never know what kind of amazing rewards those trolls promised the manor in order to rescue their chief, but we didn't accept that order because of some special reasons. In short, what I want to say is that you The request is very strange, guest, as far as I know, the last elves who survived the prisoner-of-war camp have all returned to Quel'Thalas, you should go to your homeland to find it!

Rogelio is not among them, and a ranger as powerful as him will not be killed by mere orcs!

Celent impatiently pointed to the assassin in front of him:

The reward has already been given to you! Remember! 3 days! If you are really as pervasive as the legends say, you should also know where to find us when things are done!

After speaking, he ignored the two stunned assassins, turned around and walked out of the cave. A moment later, the bone griffin rushed into the sky in the direction of Stratholme and threw the two assassins into the cave.

Cut! Disgusting dead man!

The talking-talking assassin rubbed his neck, and said to his companion, Clean up, we'll set off right away, and visit the former site of the Qiuling prisoner-of-war camp.

But we're gone, there's no one guarding here!

The companion retorted: Once the boss of the lone wolf finds out that we have left our posts without authorization, we will die!

Mr. Winston is probably eating and drinking in the royal court of King Terenas now. How can he have time to care about us?

Chattering Assassin popped out two Silmarils and threw them to his companions, while he himself held a jewel between two fingers, his eyes full of confusion:

Look at these beautiful gadgets, this is a private job, do you understand? You don't need to hand it over to the organization, listen, this gadget is singing! Do you have the heart to refuse it?

Besides, the left and right are just looking for information, and we don't need to go to battle to kill the enemy. Is there an easier job than this?

On the other side, Serent landed in a forest in the Stratholme area of ​​the Kingdom of Lordaeron after flying for more than ten minutes. There should have been a short battle here, and the ground was full of orcs and humans. The remains of the dead, the smell of blood permeated everywhere.

Sertron greeted Glokush, who was cleaning the battlefield, and walked to the depths of the simple camp. In the tent he had just set up, he found Tyrion, who was modifying two one-handed long swords. It seems to be drawing a death rune.

He didn't disturb Tyrion's work until a few minutes later, when the last rune carving was completed, Tyrion picked up the two swords in satisfaction, and in the injection of death energy, the long sword in his left hand emitted a icy and wanton energy. Low temperature, the long sword in the right hand was beating with blood-red light, looking a bit evil.

take it!

Two swords were thrown to Serente, who took them, and Tyrion was heard saying:

Your death spirit power is very compatible with Frost, don't waste it, and ask Mr. Seven more, he can teach you to use the power in your body better.

Okay, I know.

Serente nodded, and then he told Tyrion about his communication with the assassins:

I have entrusted them to find Rogelio, but I always feel that those two assassins are unreliable...they are too weak!

But they represent Ravenholdt Manor and the League of Assassins. That is a really big organization. They are reputable. Once they accept the mission, they will definitely complete it. If those two little thieves die during the mission , there will naturally be more advanced assassins to take over the task, you don't need to worry about this.

Tyrion was sitting on a chair made of stone. In front of him was a map of the Stratholme region, with several red crosses drawn on it. The Lord of the Dark Blade Knights rubbed his forehead, somewhat puzzled. explain:

What we need to worry about now is the missing Saurfang. This orc has been acting strangely for the past two days. It stands to reason that he should go to King City of Lordaeron to reunite with Orgrim as soon as possible, but he didn't... .”

We've been hunting them down.

Celent thought for a while, and said: The human legion is also besieging them. Under such circumstances, they actually divided up their troops to plunder, which shows that Saurfang obviously doesn't want to confront us head-on. The elite have gone to Lordaeron by a road we don't know.

no, I can not!

Tyrion shook his head:

First of all, there is only one way from Stratholme to the city of Lordaeron!

Secondly, Saurfang is not the kind of orc who is afraid of challenges. Our strength will not pose a threat to the combined orc legion. We are not opponents of more than 20,000 orcs. Saurfang will not stop Understand that, but he's splitting up anyway, and you know what they've been doing lately, what it feels like to me?

Um?

Celent expressed his curiosity with a nasal voice. Tyrion raised his head and looked at his subordinates. He said:

It's like a material collection operation, looting around, gathering materials, and then... throwing away the war in front of you, and preparing for a long journey!

You mean he betrayed Orgrim?

Celent's eyes widened: This is impossible!

It's true that Saurfang will not betray, but it's hard to say for others.

There was a weird smile on the corner of Tyrion's mouth: If I'm not mistaken, our Mr. Saurfang is in trouble! Hehe, real trouble!