Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 703 23. Codename: The Fall of the Prophet--add more for Midsummer's presumptuous brothers [510]

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The crisp sound of high heels hitting the ground echoed in the quiet passage of the dark temple. Today's shadow did not wear the uniform with unique temperament, but replaced it with a set of work clothes that showed feminine charm, cut in an extremely decent black The uniform is very similar to the dress used by the nobles, but the white shirt and the slightly baggy trousers line it, but it perfectly sets off the shadow's beautiful figure.

Even Velhari, who was walking behind the shadow, would look at the slender waist and perfect peach-shaped buttocks of the shadow from time to time, especially when she was walking, the curve of the back would make every normal man I couldn't move my eyes, and between the natural swings of my arms, a softness that belonged to a woman naturally radiated out.

If it weren't for the white mask she wore on her face, then today's woman and yesterday's indifferent and lunatic woman are simply two extremes.

Vihari is still not quite used to the uniforms worn by female officials in the federal system, especially the cloth that clings to her body, the kind of friction against the skin makes her a little uncomfortable, and as a powerful fighter, she It should have been easy to maintain the balance of the body, but the pair of black high-heeled shoes under her feet seemed to be against her, making her walking posture very awkward.

What's wrong? Are the shoes making you uncomfortable?

The shadow leading the way suddenly asked, facing her question, Vihari pursed his lips, and then replied:

What do you want me to do? You should kill me... Don't you hate all demons?

Um...you think you should have died long ago?

Shadow said without turning his head:

Do you think we are meddling in giving you another choice? As I said yesterday, what we will give you is the only chance to realize your inner desire. If I were you, then I would not Ask so many meaningless questions, I will calmly accept everything in front of me...Unless, the revenge and desire you insist on in your heart, everything you have paid for revenge is just a joke.

Shadow paused, and she asked meaningfully:

So, are you?

I'm not!

Vihari clenched her fists. After the burning and distortion of the evil energy on the spirit dissipated, she had never felt such a clear thinking, but it was this clear thinking that made her recall the forgotten memories of the past. Driven by the hellish memory, she gritted her teeth and said:

I will give anything for this! As long as you can let me take Velen's life with my own hands...I don't care what you want to do? I don't care what you are going to do to me! My life...has long been Damn it, every day I live is for that day!

Very well, this is the Avenger I want...

Shadow stretched out his left hand and looked at the small and exquisite mechanical watch on his wrist. It was a new product from Heitie District. It was exquisite in shape and inlaid with low-key and luxurious diamonds. A true luxury, expensive but popular with Federation women.

It is worth mentioning that the shadow watch was a personal gift from the great lord.

Time is up.

Shadow said softly:

Now, shut up, Agent Velhari, you may not understand what kind of organization you are joining, let me take a few minutes to introduce you to our organization and the role you will play in the future.

click

The sound of a mechanical gear colliding sounded on the door in front of the two, and the door of the elevator driven by the machine was smoothly separated to both sides. When seeing the shadow, the agent, who was also wearing a black uniform, immediately straightened up and nodded slightly to the shadow:

It's an honor to meet you, Chief Shadow.

I'm the deputy chief, son.

Shadow led Velhari into the elevator, and said to the agent operating the elevator:

On the top floor, I have an appointment with the great lord.

At the moment when the elevator door gradually closed, Shadow folded her arms and leaned against the cold wall. She looked at Vihari, who was a little nervous beside her, and said:

The Dark Blade Intelligence Agency was established 3 years ago. Its predecessor was the secret agent organization of the Dark Blade Legion. We existed as early as when the orcs invaded Azeroth for the second time, and have continued to this day. We are an intelligence agency. The organization is currently responsible for monitoring and evaluating the movements and threats of various forces in Azeroth, and our brothers and sisters are active in hot spots throughout the world.

I can tell you responsibly, first-class agent Velhari, the Dark Blade Intelligence Bureau is the most powerful secret organization in the world, and it is a very important part of the Dark Blade Legion system, and our next opponent...

Shadow smiled slightly and lowered his voice:

It's your regular customer, the Burning Legion.

Legion?

Even though she had been forcibly separated from the legion under the action of some mysterious force, when Velhari heard the word, she still raised her head subconsciously. She stared at the shadow with her big blue eyes, and she wanted to confirm Was the woman in front of her joking, but she only saw a mask that couldn't laugh, and a pair of cold, blood-red eyes.

With all due respect, you may have no enemies in Azeroth, but Legion, it is still a colossus beyond your imagination.

Verhari said bluntly:

I have served the Legion for decades, but I still don't know how powerful the Legion is as a whole. Among the stars, the entire stars are their battlefields. Yes, I admit that the Dark Blade Legion is very strong. In one night You are definitely the most powerful force in this world, but 400,000 demons? That is hardly a loss for the legion...it won't even appear in the military report inside the legion inside.

You and the legion are not equal opponents at all. It's like a fearless praying mantis preparing to stop a galloping steel chariot. You will only be crushed by them. I can't see the second possibility...

Not you!

Shadow stretched out a finger and flicked it in front of Vihari's eyes. She said softly:

It's us, you are also part of us, Agent Velhari, as for how powerful the Legion is, believe me, I know the gap between the two better than you, but the problem is that, like you, the Legion also thinks that it is impossible Lose, unfortunately, they are the same as you, and they don't know what kind of opponent they are facing...

I won't hypocritically tell you that we have a chance of winning, but I will say that if the legion does not detect the threats within them in the future, then they will lose, and they will lose miserably. That seemingly weak The praying mantis will easily tear apart the decayed steel chariot inside... Regarding this, His Excellency Archimonde the Defiler should have a very good say.

you!

Vihari heard some clues from the shadow's hint, she widened her eyes, and asked in disbelief: You have planted within the legion...

Hush!

Shadow put his finger under the mask and made a silent motion:

Some things, you just need to know it, don't tell it...Hiding secrets, this is the most basic requirement of a good agent.

Then you, are you not afraid that I will tell the legion about this?

Verhari retorted:

You should know that I don't trust you now. Even if I lose my fel power, I still know the contact points of the legion in Azeroth by heart. Maybe it only needs a letter or even a sentence. Years of planning will go bankrupt!

That's why you're alive, my Velhari.

Shadow flicked his fingers casually:

You can try it, I'm not opposed to trying, but if you fail... you may think that what the orcs of Draenor did to you back then is real hell, but I will tell you, that No... you've never seen real hell, and the best part is...

The real hell is in our hands!

Ding

With a soft sound, the elevator that went all the way from the bottom of the Dark Temple to the top slid away without a sound. Shadow straightened his clothes, and then walked out of the elevator in the most elegant manner, followed by Agent Velhari. Behind her, she said nothing.

At this moment, sister hoof already knew that the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency must have tampered with her body or soul. She had already paid the price for this rebirth, and the saddest thing is that she will continue to pay the price until she until another death comes.

Your Majesty, the shadow of the 9th-level agent of the Dark Blade Intelligence Bureau, and the 1st-level agent Velhari are here to report!

Standing under the steps of Tyrion's throne, Shadow put his fingers on his chest and nodded slightly to Tyrion. Behind her, Velhari, who was a little anxious, followed the shadow's movements and saluted the great lord in front of him.

A death lord captured her on the battlefield, so as the commander of the death lord, the high lord Tyrion must be stronger, not even weaker than the fraudster Kil'jaeden. She may not agree with Tyrion's majesty, but She must have respect for power, a truth she learned in the Burning Legion...

If you despise power, power will beat you and torture you without hesitation until you learn to respect power... The code of conduct of demons is as rough and simple as that.

So you are Velhari?

A slightly hoarse voice came to Haveli's ears. It was a very pleasant voice, but the moment he heard the voice, first-level agent Vihari felt that his body and soul were beginning to lose his control , she raised her head, and saw the great lord Tyrion sitting on the throne. To be precise, she saw those ice-blue eyes, which seemed to be able to penetrate all her disguises and penetrate directly into the deepest part of her heart. Secrets that you don't want anyone, not even yourself, to know.

A special draenei who defected to the Burning Legion in the chaotic years of Draenor and rose to fame over the decades, becoming the most famous of the eredar demon lords...you I once swore to follow Velen, as the most loyal Vindicator, followed him across the endless sea of ​​​​stars, but in the end I stood against him, fought against him to the death, and even wanted to get his head... This makes me very curious, Velhari.

Tyrion's fingers danced on the armrest of the throne. He looked down at the trembling tyrant Velhari and said softly:

What makes you hate Velen so much? Is it just because of the torture you have suffered?

Vehari didn't want to answer this question, but under the inquiry of the great lord, her soul, her body, and all her thinking were unwilling to hide all this from the person in front of her, so she said in a shy voice:

Because of weakness, High Lord.

As a prophet, Velen's personal charm is perfect, and every draenei is willing to obey him. He is a qualified prophet, a qualified apostle of the Holy Light, but as a leader, Velen failed. Seeing all that, he knew that the Burning Legion would not let him go, he knew the fragments of the future and the disasters that might happen, but he chose to escape.

Vihari clenched her fists tightly, and at this moment, this Yujie-type hoof girl said everything hidden in her heart:

I used to be one of Velen's most trusted garrison officers. When we just fell into the world of Draenor, Velen saw everything from the prophecy of the song of souls, about the orcs being bewitched, about the pursuit of demons. He saw the attack, but he didn't prepare in advance, but let it happen, we suggested to solve the hidden danger of the orcs in advance, in 200 years, we have enough power to suppress the orcs, and even eradicate them.

But no, Velen believes that all life has meaning and value. He spared the orcs, and then the orcs raised the butcher knife against us... In Tymor, my companions and I fought to the death until the city was destroyed. At that moment, we didn't stop fighting, we wanted to protect people, but we lost our people.

I was taken captive by the orcs...they humiliated me, they tortured me, they made me the lowest plaything, they threw us into the arena...

Vihari's body was trembling crazily. Apparently, the pain buried in the memory made this little hoof girl a little overwhelmed. She lowered her head and her voice became bleak:

We expected the Prophet to fight back, we encouraged each other, we persevered in hell, waiting for the news of our compatriots' victory over the orcs, but no... what we finally got was the coward who led the rest of the people and abandoned all City, fled into the wilderness, and he never even thought of fighting back...He's a good man, a good man, a true guardian, but he's not the leader we want.

One by one my companions died in torture, their bones were not even buried, and I was the last...I was discouraged, and then let the whispers of fel transform my soul, I accept With that kind of power, that night, I killed all the orcs in that tribe...

Vihari looked up, tears streaming down her face, and she looked at Tyrion:

I want revenge, not revenge against the orcs... The blood debt of hundreds of thousands of Tymor compatriots are all on my shoulders, and the souls of 278 compatriots who died in the orc prisoner-of-war camps are watching me in the sky, and they drive me to take revenge, They drove me to question our former leader, Velen, they asked me to question him, why... why didn't you fight back? Why didn't you fight? Why were you so cowardly...

It was his weakness that killed us...

Tyrion and Velhari's eyes met, he looked at the soul that was burdened with heavy pain in front of him, he could feel the weight, but this was exactly what he wanted, a pure avenger could ignite the whole world for revenge. The world, until she burned herself in that flame, this kind of power is exactly what the High Lord needs.

He propped his chin on his left hand and looked at Velhari as if he were looking at the sharpest weapon, or a burning flame:

So, Velhari, the first-class agent of the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency, are you interested in joining our next operation?

The code name for the operation is... Fall of the Prophet.

swish

Velhari's eyes lit up, and she heard Tyrion whisper:

I heard that Velen has a son...