Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 241 60. I said this is a personal grievance, you must believe it

"boom"

The violent explosion shattered a part of the top of Blackstone Mountain. The flames and vibrations from the explosion were immediately observed by the alliance outposts, and the news was quickly sent to the alliance camp that had already entered the battle state.

Immediately, Marshal Lothar personally intervened.

The marshal summoned the head of MI7, who was in charge of front-line intelligence.

But unexpectedly, it was not Ms. Passonia Shaw, whom the Marshal was very familiar with, but her grandson, the young Assassin Mathias Shaw.

"Where's your grandmother?"

Marshal Lothar was coordinating the attack plans of all parties, and when he saw Shor coming over, he asked a question.

The young assassin replied in a calm and calm tone:

"My grandmother was unfortunately caught in an ambush while chasing several orc warlords, and has now been sent back to the rear for recuperation. Your Excellency Marshal, I am currently in charge of the frontline intelligence work."

"A legendary assassin, injured in an ambush?"

Lothar immediately tasted a touch of weirdness.

But he didn't delve into this issue. He knew very well that behind MI7's intelligence was the huge organization Ravenholdt.

If that organization did not respond to this, it proved that there was nothing to worry about as the commander-in-chief.

The marshal glanced at Shaw, and he asked:

"What happened to the explosion just now?"

"It should be the dead soldiers we sent into Blackrock Spire who successfully blew up the orc's grain depot."

Shaw replied seriously:

"This work started before the arrival of the army, but we lost many elite assassins, and Blackrock Spire was originally an area controlled by the Dark Iron Dwarves.

Their fortification was as strong as the copperbeard dwarves, and our assassins were unfamiliar with the interior, and the connection failed several times.

But today, we succeeded.

The Orc's food store has been destroyed, Your Excellency the Marshal.

They no longer have the confidence to defend the city, and they will definitely come out in a battle tomorrow, and then they will be defeated by you and the alliance marshals head-on! "

"it is good!"

Hearing that Shaw said that the grain depot in Blackrock Tower was destroyed, the Marshal got up excitedly.

This is not icing on the cake.

This is a timely assistance!

The Blackstone Tower guarded by the orcs is hidden in the Blackstone Mountain. The terrain is extremely high, and it is protected by the mountain. Even the dwarves' artillery can't break through the defense, and there is also a heavy gate forged by the black iron dwarves.

Originally Lothar was ready to make great sacrifices to seize the door, but now, the orcs had to go out of the tower for a decisive battle, otherwise they would have to starve to death in the Black Rock Mountain.

The siege with huge casualties has turned into a field battle in which one's own side has an absolute advantage.

How can this not make Marshal Lothar ecstatic?

"Those dead men."

The marshal clenched his fists, slightly suppressing the joy in his heart, he looked at Xiao Er, and asked:

"Can those heroes ever come back?"

Shaw shook his head regretfully.

How could it be possible to come back?

He himself was almost desperate for this action.

The explosion just now made Xiao Er ecstatic. He had no idea what kind of shit luck the dead soldiers he sent out had to complete this great cause.

But when the grain depot was blown up in the siege of so many orcs, and the gates on both sides of the Black Rock Mountain were closed again, no matter how powerful the assassins were, it would be difficult for them to come back alive.

"Then remember their names! Everyone's name must be registered. They are the heroes of this battle and must be remembered forever."

Marshal Lothar gave a heavy order, Xiao Er nodded, turned and left.

But when he returned to the camp of the frontline intelligence department, he unexpectedly discovered that all the dead soldiers sent to Blackrock Spire this time had returned in full length.

"you."

Xiao Er looked at the intact men and women in the tent in astonishment.

He suddenly realized something, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but it was fleeting. He looked at his subordinates and said:

"Who helped you?"

"That Your Excellency calls himself 'The Uncrowned,' my lord."

The leader of the dead soldiers on the demolition mission, this will be drinking hard alcohol.

Although before setting off, he had made up his mind that he would die or not, but being able to come back alive was indeed beyond all his imagination. It was like going through a fantasy story, and he had to use spirits to numb his wild beating heart.

Facing Xiao Er's question, the captain said respectfully:

"He is like a ghost in the dark night, like a god of death who is killing the orcs, he walks flickering in the shadows, leading us around those orc sentries with ease.

That Your Excellency is more familiar with the labyrinth-like Blackrock Tower than those orcs.

He took us from the huge iron chain hanging from the inside of the mountain, and approached the orc's grain depot by another road that had never been discovered. After detonating the explosives, he led us into the Dark Forge City of the Dark Iron Dwarves.

Changed a road and left Heishi Mountain. "

"yes."

Another female assassin also said in a strange tone:

"If we didn't know that it was an assassin from the Alliance, we would have thought he was born in Blackrock Mountain. The way he led us around to avoid the orcs and sneak in is as familiar as going home."

"Well, things related to him are always so magical."

Xiao Er smiled and asked again:

"Did he ask you to bring news out?"

"have!"

The captain of the dead soldiers immediately said:

"Your Excellency asked us to bring a sentence back to you, he said, don't think he is helping you, he is just resolving the 'personal grievances' with the orcs.

He also said that if he was killed by an orc once, he would charge some interest.

Do you know your Excellency, my lord? "

"Of course, I know him."

Xiao moved his fingers, glanced at the dead soldiers in front of him, and said calmly:

"You should call him 'Master', his name is Brad Laike Shaw, remember that name, remember your savior. He is not a friend of SI7.

But definitely not the enemy.

Get a good night's sleep, folks. Tomorrow morning, we will fight the enemy! "

——

"puff"

In the early hours of the morning, a handful of blood spurted out from the Blackstone Fortress on the southeast side of Mount Heishi. Under the dark sky, the owner of the blood struggled to hold his slit throat, trying to escape the chasing death behind him.

But he threw away the heavy battle axe, and after only taking three steps, he fell limply to the ground.

The pursuer behind him was not in a hurry to step forward, and killed the orc who had difficulty breathing because his throat was cut. On the contrary, he was still in the mood to wipe the blood off the dagger.

And took out the evil skull jug from his waist, and poured a gulp of wine into his mouth.

Instead, a bouncing and screaming murloc rushed over with a sharp dagger and stabbed the twitching orc in the heart.

Ended his suffering once and for all.

"It's completely inexperienced."

Bu Laike looked regretfully at the black stone orc who had lost his breath in front of him, and then at the corpses of a dozen orcs who fell in disorder behind him.

It took him some time to come up with this scene.

But he got nothing but a pile of junk.

This fortress of the Blackstone clan was breached by the alliance before.

There is only a piece of burnt ruins here. These orcs are probably soldiers sent out of Blackrock Spire, or simply deserters, hiding here.

But they didn't contribute anything to the pirates, much to the displeasure of Laike.

However, when Laike saw the brand-new sapphire seal on his left hand, all the dissatisfaction in his heart was swept away, which was delivered to him by the assassins of Ravenholdt Manor yesterday afternoon.

The Seal of the Master Assassin specially made for him.

Not only does it have the initials of Laike's name, but also the gemstones are replaced with his favorite blue color, which is really considerate, this thing is not just a symbol.

It also has great power.

This can be seen from its equipment entry:

Seal of the Master Assassin

Legendary Quality [Magic Binding. Cloth Laike Shaw]

Extraordinary Stamina. Extraordinary Perception. Extraordinary Critical Strike

With special effects:

1. Shadow cast:

The craftsmanship of this seal came from the magic craftsmen of the high elves. When they made the seal, they added the power of shadow to it.

While wearing the seal, any assassin skills will cause a shadow impact effect on nearby enemies within fifteen yards.

The deeper the wearer's knowledge of the shadow's mysteries, the more destructive the shadow impact will be.

2. Master certificate:

The Seal of the Master Assassin will only be granted to those shadow walkers who have demonstrated amazing shadow skills and have died for Ravenholdt.

When you wear it, you will be respected by all members of Ravenholdt.

It may also cause some greedy and malicious gazes, but every master can handle this little trouble very well.

"I heard that Ravenholdt Manor still hides many armors left by master assassins of the past."

Laike breathed a sigh of relief towards his master's seal, rubbed the perfectly polished sapphire on the face of the ring, rubbed his chin, and looked at the dark sky that was about to dawn.

I thought of:

"Perhaps I should ask the Duke how to get those armors, so I don't want to steal them? Alas, this set of Mason Brotherhood armor was completely destroyed by Granny Shaw.

It's a shame, I kind of like it. "

Thinking of this, Laike glanced at the character card again. The serious injury status in the status bar has changed to a minor injury after several days of recuperation.

Maybe it will heal completely tomorrow.

With the little murloc, he threw out the hook lock beside the ruins of the burnt fortress, and climbed up deftly, finally reaching the highest point of the orc fortress.

From a height of more than 30 meters here, looking towards the direction of Black Rock Mountain, you can just see the war that will start tomorrow from afar.

The pirate took out a few bottles of wine, some fruits, bread, and bacon from the magic bag, and spread a blanket on the observation deck.

I also thoughtfully got myself a parasol.

He sat on it, leaning against the wall, planning to take a nap.

After waking up, you can appreciate this battle that is destined to happen, and those people who will change their fate because of themselves.

The process of intervening in the timeline this time is much easier than the last time. With Sefiel "joining the tide", the little seeds he had planted before will take root and germinate smoothly tomorrow.

In this way, the two points form a line, and the world in front of me, this timeline, will be freed from the established path leading to "absolute victory". It's like a long river about to divert.

At the node of tomorrow, it will break through the original shackles and flow all the way to an unknown direction.

The pirate sat in the darkness, silently looking at the alliance barracks in the distance under the night sky, where lights were lit up, forming a faint band of light in the huge camp.

There are knights ready to go, warriors sharpening their swords, spellcasters are still meditating, and assassins are ready to step out of the shadows and fight head-on.

They are full of confidence, they will definitely win!

As if chosen by fate, he will charge forward fearlessly.

"It makes the chosen person feel so pretentious that they can't help but act as pawns and promoters, trying their best to push everything to that critical moment.

But the seeds that define those moments of glory or despair were planted in the past. "

Bu Laike closed his eyes, talking to himself about the youthful and sad literature that he didn't know where to read from in his memory. At this moment, he sighed like a philosopher:

"This is the cunning of fate."

"Destiny? Haha, I don't believe in those! Let the threads of your fate come to me, and I will cut them one by one. I will be patient and prepare a surprise for you, just from

Let's start tomorrow. "

(end of this chapter)