Azeroth’s Death Track

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Different worlds will always give birth to many different civilizations and many special industries, regardless of the necessary ethics for any profession.

For a senior intelligence collector, it is not difficult to find a characteristic missing person in the war, so after 2 days of commissioning by Serrent, the Dark Blade Knights rested near the hills. Got the news they wanted.

"The whole hill is made into a pot of porridge!"

When Serent had seen it once, the assassin was sitting on the stone in the dark night, his fingers playing with the dagger, and the sharp blade was beating in his hand, like a butterfly wearing flowers.

"Warriors of the Alliance, orcs of the tribe, I even saw trolling trolls. At this point, anyone with a brain would stay at home honestly, behind the fortified castle, but then again , Even the honorable King Alterac could not escape the assassination in his palace, where else is safe?"

There was a trace of helplessness in the Assassin's eyes. He raised his head and looked at the four figures standing in the dark. Seriously, he was a little scared to see these strange dead people alone in the night.

But the rules of Ravenhold are like this, you have to complete the task by yourself, unless you die.

"Oh? What happened to Alterac's King?"

A hoarse voice in the dark asked with interest: "Continue to say, I am actually curious."

This answer made the words assassin stunned. At the next moment, a cold jug was thrown into his hand. He shook the jug weirdly in his face and said doubtfully:

"I never knew that the dead would drink too?"

"General dead people do not, but you can treat us as special ones."

The hoarse voice sounded again, the assassin shrugged, twisted the hip flask away, and the wine infested by the cold power of the death knight became very cold, and it tasted nothing like it.

As for poisoning...don't joke, assassins from Ravenhold, if they can't even tell the poisonous wine, it is estimated that they have been driven out of the manor.

Don't look at this guy's nagging, in fact he is also a senior assassin.

"Um, comfortable!"

Then the assassin took a sip of wine and felt that the special low-temperature liquid had entered his body, which gave him a thrill and his spirit became better.

"Thank you for your wine, man."

The assassin spoke, and hung the elf-style hip flask on his belt. Everything was so natural, as if this thing belonged to him.

"Then let us go on to say that King Alterac, His Majesty Aiden Perenolde, the king who sold his country and the Union, was beaten by more than 12 in his defended palace last night. The assassination of the assassins is only a little bit worse!"

Then the assassin reached out his hand and gestured with his finger:

"It's only a few inches away. His Majesty Aiden is about to return to hell, but unfortunately, the assassination failed. His cousin saved him. It is said that it was a reclusive royal member. His Majesty Aiden called He is Lord Lord Presto. The relationship between the two looks very close. He shot at a crucial moment and saved the mad king."

Speaking of which, the assassin pursed his lips:

"It's a shame, it was a lot of money."

"If it doesn't work, it's twice."

Terion, standing in the dark, shrunk his eyes when he heard the name "Presto", but soon said nothing, "I don't believe the assassins of Ravenhold Because one time he failed, he said, "Is the "Duke" okay recently?"

Tyrion’s question made the words of the dagger capital suspended by the assassin pause for a moment. In the darkness, the assassin’s eyes looked at Tyrion up and down. After a few seconds, he snorted:

"I don’t know who you are, guest, but Mr. Duke presumes that there is no friend like you... and as far as I know, it was the man who assassinated His Majesty Aiden, not the manor. If it were really our hands, His Majesty Aiden died. Okay, in short, the sudden Lord Presto has a problem...Of course, it has nothing to do with us."

The assassin’s answer was a little subtle. He was obviously testing Tyrian’s details, but the death knight did not answer. Instead, he coughed and asked directly:

"The gossip is over, it's time to talk about the person we're looking for, where is Roger?"

"According to the information we have received, it is a pity that Mr. Roglio Sunrage is already dead, and he died before 18 months."

The assassin's voice also became serious. He reached out and threw something. Tyrion took it in his hand. It was a dusty family crest, a fire emblem of the Sunfury family, and also Roglio. The accessories that never leave him make Tirion's eyes narrow.

"Where is he? Who killed him?"

"No one knows where he was buried."

The assassin said slowly:

"But he last appeared on the night that the High Elves' prisoner of war camp was attacked by the orcs. He dragged his wounded body to Dunhold Castle for help. More than one guard had seen him. Unfortunately, after that night, Mr. Roglio never appeared again."

"The coat of arms on your hand was I found from an orphanage in the district of Lordaeron Stan Som. According to the child, this was the toy his father left him... and his father, who was in Dunholde Castle served in the battle and died in the first battle of the orc invasion, do you understand?"

"Edras Blackmore, right?"

Tyrion’s voice became cold:

"A miscellaneous thing that can kill my best ranger is really fate, but we will deal with the grievances of this general and us. What I want to say is that your commission is still returned Not done! Where exactly was Roger buried?"

"It must be near the castle, but to be honest, at this time, we are powerless... Dunholde Castle is now stationed with 2,000 soldiers. The two of us alone cannot sneak into it and investigate, but in this matter , There is a very important character, although I’m not 100% sure, but I think if anyone knows where your ranger is buried, he is definitely the most likely person to know!"

The assassin stood up, put his finger in his mouth and whistled. After a while, his always silent assassin companion dragged a pocket into the forest and threw it at the feet of the death knights.

"Pastor Chaldean Morgan, during the period when Mr. Roglio was missing, he was responsible for treating diseases for soldiers and civilians at Dunhold Castle. He must have contacted Mr. Roglio. The priest was very lucky recently, he took the path of the prince of the storm kingdom Varian Wrynn, and is now the most trusted priest of the prince, if not the prince was sent to Kul Tiras in an emergency. , We haven’t caught him in Lordaeron so easily."

"Our business is done, guests!"

Then the assassin waved towards the death knight:

"It's time to say goodbye."

"and many more!"

Just before the two assassins disappeared in the forest, the death knight yelled at them. The two assassins clenched their weapons at the same time, but Tyrion just looked at their backs and said softly:

"Leave a way to stay in touch, friend. Maybe there are still many things to ask for your help in the future."

"Oh?"

The assassin was relieved, he turned his head to look at Tyrion, his brow raised, and the voice under the mask became pleasant:

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

"Om"

A beating dim silver coin was thrown out by the words assassin and rolled into Tyrion's hands:

"The secret word is "The Sword of the Lord". As you know, any tavern in the big city 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 Tyers."

The silver coin engraved with a shadow raven was flipped by Tyrion a few times in his hand, and then thrown to Serent beside him. He no longer ignored the two assassins. He crouched down and reached out to unlock The pocket under his feet dragged the unconscious Chaldean Chaldeans out of his pocket.

"Snapped"

A cold slap hit the priest's face. With severe pain, the Chaldean priest suddenly awakened from that strange coma. There was a slight frostbite on his cheek, and the straight **** The coldness of the soul caused the priest to tremble.

He saw the man squatting in front of his eyes, the appearance of a high elf, the death energy wrapped around his thin cheeks, and his ice-blue eyes that were no different from the dead.

Chaplain Chad swallowed hard. He turned his head and saw Serent and Luminas behind him. They were brought here by the three elven death knights late in the night. Even if the chaplain was a fool, he should I know, that secret that is deep in the heart... exposed.

"You are not a warrior!"

Seeing the panicked eyes of the priest, Tyrion knew that the priest was definitely not a determined person. Such a person could not kill Roger. With the old ranger’s body, even if it was seriously injured And can easily kill the priest.

"So I asked directly... where is Roglio?"

"Roger...Mr. Roger...I, I don't know, I don't know anything, it has nothing to do with me!"

When Chaldean heard this name, he seemed to be hit by a shadow wound inside his heart. He yelled in horror like a rabbit. This performance made the next Serent roll his eyes. , This pastor, is really enough to counsel.

"Child, listen to me."

Tyrion stretched out his hand, grabbed the chaplain's collar, and lifted him from the ground, letting him stand in the dark. He reached out and patted the dust on the chaplain's robe. Finally, He stretched out his hand and placed it on the shoulder of Pastor Chaldean. He looked at the pastor and said softly:

"I just need to know now, Roglio Sunfury, where it was buried after being killed? As for whether you have anything to do with this matter, are you innocent, it has nothing to do with me, okay? After Roger wakes up, he has to judge your life and death"

"what!"

The incredibly cold penetrated into the body of the Chaldean Chaplain through his shoulders, and encountered the instinctive counterattack of the Holy Light inside him. For a time, the pastor's body was surrounded by a bright and warm Holy Light, but there was no attack power, and After Tyrion increased the input of death energy, the young priest looked pale, and his small body was frozen.

"You don't want to die, right?"

Tyrion’s voice sounded again:

"Look, you will become a court priest in the future, and you will have a bright future, and I remember, seeing death is not a big sin in the doctrine of the Holy Light, don't you want to confess?"

Faced with the question of this death knight, the pale Chaldean priest couldn't help but think of the cold and dark night, the kind of pain and fear like the next day made him unable to hold his rosary in his hand. After the incident happened, during the year and a half, he almost remembered the innocent cruel ranger every night.

He hated his powerlessness, hated his cowardice and fear, and even hated General Blackmore. He killed the ranger indiscriminately, but now he wants the Chaplain to suffer.

It was hard to endure the condemnation of the Holy Light and the self-question, and Chaldean Pastor had had enough of it.

After a few seconds, he raised his head and looked hard at Tyrion in front of him. After a moment, there was a moment of determination in his eyes:

"I'm willing to take you...but Mr. Rogge was buried in the church of Dunhold Castle, the poor man I buried myself, but now Dunhold Castle has 2000 troops stationed, you can't get in ."

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

He has been alone on this land far away from his hometown for 18 months, how lonely it should be.

"Don't you all hear the death knights?"

Tyrion’s voice rang through the forest: “Our brother died, he died silently and silently, and he was buried in a castle where 2,000 people were stationed. I’m going to pick him up and go home. I'm going together?"

Serent and Luminas drew their arms from the waist silently, and Glokus stood there like a mountain, waiting for the order. The two Sahelen stretched out their hands and pulled their mage hats, In the dark night, the dark rangers who added up to 25 people appeared one by one.

"Then go, pick him up home."

Tyrion strode forward, his cloak fluttering in the night, and his gray hair fluttered in the wind. Behind him, the murderous death knights followed their leader. Before, they had been in pain. Zai tribe, now, it is time to give a lesson to the arrogant nobles of the Alliance.

That is... don't provoke death!

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