Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 76 9. Ravenholdt's business (continued) --- add more for brothers abcde555 [1010]

Different worlds will always give birth to many different civilizations, as well as many special industries, regardless of any occupation, the necessary ethics are necessary.

For a senior intelligence collector, it is not difficult to find a distinctive missing person in the chaos of war. Therefore, two days after the Serent commission was carried out, the Dark Blade Knights who were resting near the hills get the news they want.

The whole hill is smashed into a pot of porridge!

Celent once saw a chatter assassin sitting on a stone in the night, his fingers playing with the dagger, and the sharp blade danced in his hand, like a butterfly piercing a flower.

Alliance warriors, Horde orcs, I've even seen looting trolls, anyone with a brain at this point will stay at home, behind a strong castle, but then again , even the noble King of Alterac cannot escape assassination in his palace, where else is safe?

A trace of helplessness flashed in the assassin's eyes. He raised his head and looked at the four figures standing in the dark. To be honest, he was a little afraid to meet these strange dead people alone in the dark.

But Ravenholdt's rule is like this, if you accept the task, you must complete it yourself, unless you die.

Oh? What happened to the king of Alterac?

A hoarse voice in the dark asked with interest: Go on, I'm actually quite curious.

The chatty assassin was stunned by this answer. The next moment, a cold wine jug was thrown into his hand. He shook the wine jug in his hand with a strange expression, and said suspiciously:

I never knew that dead people drink too?

Ordinary dead people really don't, but you can treat us as special ones.

The hoarse voice sounded again, the assassin shrugged his shoulders, and twisted open the jug, the wine that had been infested by the death knight's cold power became very cold, and it tasted special.

As for poisoning... Don't be kidding, if an assassin from Ravenholdt couldn't even tell the difference between poisoned wine, he would have been kicked out of the manor long ago.

Don't look at this guy as a chatterbox, in fact he is also a veteran assassin.

Well, comfortable!

The Chattering Assassin took a sip of wine and felt the special low-temperature liquid enter his body, which made his whole body tremble and his spirit became better.

Thanks for the drink, man.

As the assassin spoke, he hung the elf-style wine jug on his belt, everything was so natural, as if this thing belonged to him in the first place.

Then let us go on, the king of Alterac, His Majesty Aiden Perenolde, the king who sold his country and alliance, last night, in his heavily guarded bedroom, was attacked by more than 12 people. The joint assassination of two assassins is only a little short!

The Chattering Assassin stretched out his hand and gestured with his fingers:

Only a few inches away, His Majesty Aiden is about to return to hell, but unfortunately, the assassination failed. His cousin rescued him. It is said that he is a reclusive royal family member. His Majesty Aiden called He is the lord of Prestor, the relationship between the two seems to be very close, he shot at a critical moment and saved the mad king.

Having said that, the talkative assassin pursed his lips:

What a shame, that's a lot of money.

Twice if not once.

Tyrion, who was standing in the darkness, shrank his eyes suddenly when he heard the name Prestor, but quickly said nonchalantly: I don't believe that Ravenholdt's assassins will He was timid because of a failure, and speaking of it, how is Mr. Duke recently?

Tyrion's question caused the chattering assassin to pause the dagger he was playing with for a moment. In the darkness, the assassin looked up and down at Tyrion. After a few seconds, he snorted:

I don't know who you are, guest, but Mr. Duke probably doesn't have a friend like you...and as far as I know, the person who assassinated His Majesty Aiden was not from the manor. If we did it, His Majesty Aiden would die It's settled, in short, there is a problem with the Lord Prestor who suddenly appeared...Of course, this has nothing to do with us.

The chatty assassin's answer was a little subtle. He was obviously testing Tyrion's details, but the death knight didn't answer. Instead, he coughed lightly and asked directly:

The gossip is over, it's time to talk about the person we are looking for, where is Rogge?

According to the information we have received, unfortunately, Mr. Rogelio Sunfury is dead, and he died before 18 months.

The assassin's voice also became serious, he stretched out his hand and threw something over, and Tyrion took it in his hand, it was a family crest covered in dust, it was the Fire Emblem of Sunnu Family, and it was Rogelio's The accessories that never leave the body made Tyrion's eyes narrow.

Where is he? Who killed him?

Where he was buried no one knows.

The talkative assassin said slowly:

But he last appeared on the night when the high elves' prisoner-of-war camp was attacked by orcs. He dragged his seriously injured body to Durnholde Castle to ask for help. More than one guard had seen him. Unfortunately, since that night, Mr Rogelio never appeared again.

I found the coat of arms on your hand from an orphanage in the Stratholme area of ​​Lordaeron. According to the child, it was a toy left to him by his father...and his father, who once Served at Dunholde Castle, died in the first battle of the orc invasion, do you understand?

Edras Blackmoore, isn't it?

Tyrion's voice became cold:

It's a trick of fate that such a piece of shit can kill the best ranger under my command, but we will deal with the grievances between this general and us ourselves. What I want to say now is that your commission is still It’s not finished yet! Where is Roger buried?”

It must be near the castle, but to be honest, there is nothing we can do at this time of year...Dunhold Castle is now stationed with 2,000 soldiers, and the two of us alone cannot sneak into it for investigation, but in this matter , there is a very important role, although I am not 100% sure, but I think if anyone else knows where your ranger is buried, he must be the most likely person to know!

The assassin stood up, put his fingers in his mouth, and whistled. A moment later, his always silent assassin companion dragged a bag into the forest and threw it at the feet of the death knights.

Pastor Chaldea Morgan, during the period when Mr. Rogelio disappeared, he was in charge of treating soldiers and civilians in Durnholde Castle. He must have contacted Mr. Rogelio. In other words, this The pastor was very lucky recently. He got on the way of Prince Varian Wrynn of the Kingdom of Stormwind, and now he is the most trusted priest of the prince. If the prince hadn't been sent to Kul Tiras in an emergency , we haven't caught him so easily in the city of Lordaeron yet.

What belongs to us is done, guests!

The chatty assassin waved his hand towards the death knight:

It's time to say goodbye.

etc!

Just before the two assassins disappeared into the forest, the death knight called out to them, and the two assassins clenched their weapons at the same time, but Tyrion just looked at their backs and said softly:

Leave the contact method, my friend, maybe there are still many things I need to ask you for help in the future.

oh?

The talkative assassin breathed a sigh of relief, he turned his head to look at Tyrion, his brows were raised, and the voice under the mask became cheerful:

A big man who knows the name of the Duke, do you have anything to ask us rookies for help? It seems that my skills and experience have been recognized, which is really happy...

hum

A pulsating dark silver coin was thrown out by the chatty assassin, and fell into Tyrion's hands tumbling:

The secret word is Sword of No Lord, you know, any tavern in the big cities of the Eastern Continent can find our people, as long as you can recognize them, you can find me... As for the name, Just call me Thales.

The silver coin engraved with a shadow raven was turned over by Tyrion several times in his hand, and then he threw it to Celent beside him. He ignored the matter of the two assassins. He opened the pocket under his feet and dragged the unconscious Chaldean priest out of the pocket.

Snapped

A cold slap hit the pastor's face. Accompanied by severe pain, the Chaldean priest suddenly woke up from that strange coma. Fine frostbite had appeared on his cheek, and the piercing piercing The coldness of the soul made the pastor tremble all over his body.

He saw the person squatting in front of him, the appearance of a high elf, the death energy entangled on his thin cheeks, and his ice blue eyes that were no different from the dead.

The Chaldean priest swallowed hard, turned his head, and saw Celent and Luminas behind him, brought here by three elf death knights in the middle of the night. Even if the priest is a fool, he should You know, that secret hidden deep in my heart... exposed.

You are not a fighter!

When Tyrion saw the panicked eyes of the pastor, he knew that the pastor was definitely not a strong-willed person. Such a person was incapable of killing Rogge. With the experience of the old ranger, even if he was seriously injured , can easily kill the priest.

So I just asked... where is Rogelio?

Rogge...Mr. Rogge...I, I don't know, I don't know anything, that has nothing to do with me!

When Priest Chaldea heard this name, it was as if he had been hit by a shadow wound in his heart. He yelled in horror like a rabbit. This performance made Celent next to him roll his eyes. , this pastor is really cowardly.

Son, listen to me.

Tyrion stretched out his hand, grabbed the Chaldean priest's collar, lifted him up from the ground, and made him stand in the dark night. He reached out and patted the dust on the Chaldean priest's robe. Finally, He put his hand on the shoulder of the Chaldean priest, looked at the priest, and said softly:

I just need to know, Rogelio Sunfury, where was he buried after he was killed? As for whether you have anything to do with this matter, whether you are innocent or not, it has nothing to do with me, understand? After Rogge wakes up, he has to judge your life and death.

ah!

The incomparable cold pierced into the Chaldean priest's body through his shoulders, and encountered the instinctive counterattack of the holy light in his body. For a moment, the priest's body was surrounded by bright and warm holy light, but it had no attack power, and After Tyrion increased the input of death energy, the young priest's face turned pale, and half of his body was frozen.

You don't want to die, do you?

Tyrion's voice sounded again:

Look, you will become a court priest in the future, and you will have a very bright future, and I remember that in the teaching of the Holy Light, neglecting to be saved is also a great sin, don't you want to repent?

Facing the death knight's questioning, the pale-faced Chaldean priest couldn't help but think of that cold and dark night again. The pain and fear that seemed to be the next day made him couldn't help but clenched the rosary in his hand. After this incident, in the past year and a half, he would think of the ranger who died innocently and tragically almost every night.

He hated his own powerlessness, hated his cowardice and fear, and even more hated General Blackmoore, who killed the ranger recklessly, and now made the Chaldean priest suffer this pain.

Enduring the Light's condemnation and self-questioning had been hard, and the Chaldean priest had had enough.

A few seconds later, he raised his head and looked at Tyrion in front of him with difficulty. After a while, there was a touch of determination in his eyes:

I'd like to take you there... but Mr. Rogge is buried in the church of Dunholde Castle, the poor man I buried with my own hands, but now Dunholde Castle has 2000 garrisons, you can't get in .”

Tyrion raised his head. He looked at the moonlight above the hilly forest. He had vaguely expected that Rogge could avoid death, but now it seemed that the poor ranger still failed to return to his hometown.

He has been waiting for 18 months alone in this land far from his hometown, how lonely it must be.

Death knights, have you all heard?

Tyrion's voice sounded in the forest: Our brother died. He died in an unknown and silent way. He was still buried in a castle with 2,000 people stationed. I'm going to take him home. Who are you and I go together?

Celente and Luminas silently pulled out the weapons at their waists. Glokush stood there like a mountain with his arms folded, waiting for the order. The two Salains reached out and pulled down their mage hats. In the dark night, the dark rangers, whose number had increased to 25, appeared one after another.

Then let's go and pick him up.

Tyrion strode forward, the cloak fluttering behind him in the night, his gray hair flying in the wind, and behind him, the murderous death knights followed their leader. Until now, they had been in pain. Zai Horde, now is the time to teach the arrogant nobles of the Alliance a lesson.

That is... don't mess with death!