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Before being polluted by fel blood, the orcs who prided themselves on honor looked down on thieves who only knew how to hide in the dark and attack.

Except for the Shadow Council created by Gul'dan, few orcs would choose to become thieves, and brave warriors are their eternal destination.

With the Shadow Council being taken over by Orgrim, the orcs couldn't find a suitable scout for a while.

As a last resort, the Fire Blade Swordmaster headed by Dar Triple Blood Blade took over this task.

Several years have passed since the orcs invaded Azeroth, and the Burning Blade clan has gradually started to work as scouts, and the sword masters have become more proficient in using the windwalk.

Wherever someone passes by, there are bound to be traces.

Although Vereesa, who is well versed in anti-detection techniques, tried her best to eliminate traces, but under the careful investigation of the Burning Sword Saint Samuro, she still found some unusual clues.

Squatting down in front of a mud pond on the west bank of Lake Arendal, Samuro thoughtfully looked at the messy pile of thin mud.

"The traces that someone stirred on purpose, did they escape into the water from here?"

Looking along the wide Arendal Lake, the smoky and bad environment made Samuro unable to see the scene on the other side of the lake, and could only vaguely see a tall tower rising into the sky.

This is the only remaining Bandinoril defense stronghold in the southern part of Eversong Forest, the Tower of Morningstar.

The top of the tower shone with azure arcane light, which became a beacon to guide Salom to move forward under the current foggy environment.

"The final task... must be completed satisfactorily."

Putting his beloved Burning Blade behind his back, Samuro plunged into the water and swam quickly to the opposite bank in a dog-planing posture.

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At the same time, Sharlayan and others who set off earlier had already arrived at Deep Shadow Manor.

The man in black robe who was knocked out woke up on the way.

Valeera lifted his hood, and in front of the four of them was a very strange face, full of fear and uneasiness.

"Who are you? Who do you obey? Why are you betraying the interests of Quel'Thalas?"

When it comes to torture, Valeera who has received professional training is the best at it.

But in fact, it didn't take much effort to interrogate this person. After a few words of intimidation, he told all the information he knew like pouring beans.

It has to be said that the people behind the scenes are very cautious.

The man in black who was in charge of connecting with the troll didn't know much information. He was a puppet recruited by the real traitor in Qingfeng Village with a lot of money, and he was only responsible for delivering information for him.

"Qingfeng Village..."

Sharlayan remembered the place name.

Qingfeng Village is the largest trade distribution center in the northern part of the forest besides Silvermoon City. It connects the north and south of Eversong Forest, and the goods shipped from Sunsail Port to Silvermoon City also need to pass through here.

In Sharlayan's impression, Qingfeng Village is a huge village with great vitality and high mobility of people.

On the other hand, there are many unabashed adventurers and mercenaries in Qingfeng Village, which used to be one of the main battle sites of Sharlayan.

He often met "friends" with fists in Qingfeng Village, leaving many legends in the local taverns.

The mercenary named Anderson was persuaded by the huge sum of money promised by his employer, resisted his instinctive discomfort, ventured into the gathering place of the Amani trolls, and was responsible for conveying the information his employer told him to the trolls in real time.

"This is it."

Anderson also knew that what he was doing was surrendering to the enemy and betraying the country. In order to survive, he betrayed his employer without integrity and poured all the black water on the other party.

Anderson took out a beautifully crafted amulet from his pocket: "The real traitor used this to contact me."

"What is this?" Lailas looked around the amulet curiously: "Magic item?"

"Don't move yet."

Valeera cautiously began to check the enchantment on the talisman, and after a while, she looked at Anderson with a flattering smile.

"Fortunately, you really think that the reward for this kind of head-losing mission is so easy to get?"

"In addition to the remote contact spell, this amulet also has a powerful self-destruction spell built in."

"Once the mission is complete, your employer can remotely activate the self-destruct procedure, and..."

"Boom~ You will be blown to the sky."

"This…"

Anderson looked at the talisman on the table in surprise and anger: "So that guy didn't plan to pay in the first place! If I had known, I would have..."

Sharlayan twitched his lips incomprehensibly: "Is this the point? Money is more important than life?"

Anderson laughed at himself: "Looking at the size of the manor, your family should be in a pretty good position. A young master like you won't understand us low-level people."

Sharlayan frowned slightly: "Don't make me sound like an aristocrat oppressing common people, look at my ears, in the xenophobic Quel'Thalas, I am the one being discriminated against."

It was only then that Anderson noticed that Sharlayan was different from ordinary high elves.

"So you're a half-elf...I see."

No matter how prosperous a country is, there will be a dark side, just like no matter how prosperous a city will be, there will be slums.

Quel'Thalas is the richest country in the Eastern Kingdoms, and the standard of living is much better than those of the human kingdoms whose people are still struggling to feed their stomachs.

In the words of barrage, every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite.

After worrying about food and clothing, the people of Quel'Thalas naturally have a higher pursuit - to stand out.

It's a pity that Quel'Thalas' feudal aristocratic system has almost completely blocked the room for civilians to rise.

For ordinary people with modest backgrounds, becoming a sorcerer's apprentice is the best way to advance.

If you can earn the title of master mage through hard work, ordinary people with humble backgrounds can also turn around from now on.

But it is not easy to become a mage apprentice.

Even if the whole people have the high elves with arcane affinity, not everyone has the aptitude to be a mage.

The Fatherin Academy of Magic located on Sunstrider Isle recruits students for the entire Quel'Thalas every five years.

However, the number of people who pass all the examinations for each enrollment is only a pitiful single digit, and the proportion of these freshmen who graduate and obtain the title of official mage is also quite low.

It is precisely because the number of mage professions is scarce that their status can always be high.

Those who want to make progress but are unfortunately unsuccessful can only find another way out. Some people will give up becoming warriors, and as parts that make up Quel'Thalas, they will spend a peaceful life doing ordinary jobs as part of Quel'Thalas.

Another group of people who are not willing to give up either become rangers and join the regular army, or travel around the world under the name of adventurers and mercenaries.

Or join the Farstriders and fight for the interests of the high elves throughout Azeroth.

Anderson chose the second path. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Since he has no hope of becoming a rich man, he can only dream of becoming a rich man one day, and having the capital to brag in front of his relatives and friends in the future.

"Grass, so pretending to be aggressive is the instinct that intelligent creatures can never give up."

"If you have the conditions, pretend to be coercive. If you don't have the conditions, you have to pretend to be coercive when you create the conditions."

"There's nothing wrong with it. People with mage aptitude can become ostentatious, rich people can show off their wealth, and people with outstanding combat power can become heroes."

"All roads lead to being aggressive."

"The classic flip-flop belongs to yes."

"As long as people are alive, they have to pretend (violence)."

Ignoring the barrage of ridicule, Sarlayan concentrated on listening to Anderson revealing a little information about his employer.

As Valeera said, the traitor who hid behind the scenes and manipulated everything was very cautious, leaving almost no usable information.

Anderson only knew that his employer would contact him this afternoon, using him as a medium to communicate remotely with the Amani trolls and orc special envoys, and reveal Li Reza's marching track to the orcs and trolls.

"Boom!"

Hearing this, Vereesa slammed her fist heavily on the table, and she punched a big hole in the solid wooden table with brute force.

Lyras' face was also very ugly, after all, it was his biological mother who was plotting by the trolls and orcs.

"call…"

Vereesa, whose face was flushed, took several deep breaths before adjusting her mood.

"The top priority is, we must try to break through the blockade as soon as possible, and get with my mother..."

"Dingling~"

The faint sound of the bell reached the ears of the five people, and Sharlayan's face suddenly changed.

"Be alert! Someone is approaching the manor, and the alarm bell left by the old man has been triggered!"