Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 32 31. Ravenholdt. Hunting Invitation (Part 2)

This is just an invitation.

Although the content was subverted by Laike, from others testing him to him testing others, an invitation is an invitation, or a trial.

Since it is a trial, there must be a host.

Bo Laike didn't think that the big name, or the Ravenholdt League of Assassins hidden in the shadows was so good, he was sure, except for the sixteen eyeliners who were tied up in the barn by himself.

In addition to the seven or eight rookie assassins who had just learned how to sneak, there were other people hidden in the darkness.

Maybe more than one.

After all, Laike did show a certain amount of hostility, which might be considered a provocation by Ravenholdt, and an ancient organization like this has always had a very low tolerance for provocation.

But with the Tidal Charm in hand, Bu Laike may not be able to beat it, but he must be able to escape.

"Big man, have I passed the level?"

The pirate assassin dropped the wooden stick in his hand, inserted Werther's leg back to his waist, and stepped on the shoulder of a rookie assassin with a bruised nose and a swollen face with his left foot.

He folded his arms and shouted into the darkness behind him.

The voice was hoarse, and did not bring an echo under the empty moonlight.

Soon, in the shadows before his eyes, a man in a Gilneas-style tuxedo, a tall gentleman hat, and a black cane under his arm appeared in front of him.

"Crack, crack, crack"

For Bu Laike's "performance", the man was not stingy with his own applause. The crisp applause echoed in the dark night. Compared with the current messy scene, it was indeed somewhat ironic.

"Your trial failed, go back to training."

The man didn't speak to Bo Laike immediately, but to the rookie assassins lying on the ground, clutching their bodies:

"Although the recommenders everywhere told me that you are first-class players, unfortunately, I have seen nothing from you except recklessness and excessive aggressiveness.

On the first day you joined the manor, I told you.

We are assassins, we are thieves.

We don't need any face, we hate fighting fiercely, and despise fair duels. When we can't beat the enemy, we have to run away, even if you are confident that we can fight, we have to run away.

Unfortunately, you have learned nothing. "

The man changed the cane to his left hand, leaned on it, and walked forward step by step. He said in a regretful tone:

"When you were forced back from the shadows by the orc killer's flares, you lost your most powerful weapon. Facing an enemy who is very familiar with your style, you shouldn't draw your dagger and rush forward without thinking.

You should retreat.

Lure the enemy to go deep, unite and cooperate.

I believe that no matter how strong the orc killer is, he can only chase one at a time, and there are eight of you, the worst case scenario is to lose one member.

But your remaining power is still enough for a second infiltration counterattack.

never mind.

I am too lazy to teach you.

Go back and rest for the night and replace our brothers in Stromgarde tomorrow, and hopefully a long enough dormant career will allow you to learn something. "

Those low-level assassins who were beaten to the ground were ashamed one by one, stood up holding their wounds, and walked into the night very desolately.

They failed.

For a novice in training, that's a shame.

But if it is a real mission, they will have no chance to feel the shame, so this shame can be regarded as a kind of luck.

"As for you, Orc Slayer!"

The guy who was full of performances, after drinking away his incompetent subordinates, changed his tone of gentleness. He looked up and down at the cloth Laike in front of him, and said:

"Congratulations, you have passed."

"Ok?"

Bu Laike tilted his head, looked at the man in front of him, and said:

"What's qualified? Did I say I wanted to join you?"

"Well, it seems that you are very dissatisfied with our 'little trick'."

The guy leaned on a cane, and he didn't get angry because of Bo Laike's rude remarks. On the contrary, he always maintained his gentle posture.

He explained to Boo Laike:

"I told Farad before that if you want to invite a new star who has already proved his strength with real heads, you can't use the method of dealing with ordinary people.

The mediocre will be in awe of us for our elusiveness.

But geniuses just feel challenged and figure out how to give us a good look. Just like the hand you're sneaking into my pocket right now

Stealing skills are not bad, orc killer, it seems that in addition to beheading people, you also have two extra brushes. "

The guy interrupted the theft that Bo Laike was doing with a single blow.

Master!

Definitely a master.

Bu Laike shrugged, he wasn't embarrassed by being caught stealing, he was a pirate, he was a thief once, and he didn't care about such things as face and dignity.

"Introduce yourself."

This means that the man who appeared in Ravenholdt reached out and took off his top hat, put it on his chest, and bent slightly towards Laike with a very aristocratic style.

He said softly:

"My name is Winston, and I come from Gilneas. I have been in this industry for more than ten years, and my colleagues call me a 'lone wolf'. In fact, I don't like to fight alone.

At present, due to the tight front and shortage of personnel, I was transferred from the logistics position to the personnel department, which is responsible for recruiting warriors from all walks of life. I apologize to you for my friend Farad's "little joke".

If you joined the organization and lived two years without dying, you would know that Farad was actually a very easy person to get along with.

I just like to do some mysterious tricks occasionally.

This probably has something to do with his origin in Sepulcher. The people there, well, how should I put it, probably because they are adjacent to the city of magic, they are a bit superstitious. "

Facing the opening remarks, Bu Laike nodded coldly, and said briefly:

"Blaike Shaw, Kul Tiran."

"Is this a real name? Or is it a disguise?"

Winston glanced at Bo Laike, his eyes lingering for a moment on the severe burn on Bo Laike's veil, and asked a question, but Bo Laike didn't answer.

"Well, it looks like our Nova Assassin is an idiot."

Winston shrugged.

He looked left and right, took a token from his pocket, handed it to Bo Laike, and said:

"Ravenholdt will occasionally use coercion to force other people to join us, but that method is very dangerous and is generally only used to gather eyeliners.

This cannot be done for regular members.

So I only give this badge of status.

You have enough time to think about whether to join us, but I can give you a little extra news, we are preparing for a big event recently.

Really big deal."

He winked at Bo Laike and said:

"Given the heartfelt hatred you've shown for orcs during your recent activities in the Hills, I don't think you'd want to miss this event.

Alas, you young people are really lucky. You have such a good opportunity to show your talents when you just entered the industry. Back then, I went from the most low-level eyeliner to a full-fledged member step by step.

Those sins I suffered, I feel sad when I think about it now.

Take your chance.

Young man, I like you very much. "

After finishing speaking, without hesitation, he turned around and left, strands of shadows wrapped around him.

As if some kind of dark thing was about to swallow him up, just the appearance of entering stealth proved that the one in front of him should be a real high-level assassin.

Bu Laike touched the emblem in his hand, and without hesitation threw a scout in the past:

"Lone Wolf" Winston Wolfie

Mortal Body. Shrouded Shadow. Cunning. Perception. Premeditation. Minor Injury Status

Level 35 Assassin / Level 40 Scholar

"Ok?"

The moment the detection was activated, Winston, who was entering stealth, suddenly turned around, waved his hand, and a black shadow cut through the air, screaming and piercing Laike's eyes.

"block"

The flying dagger was thrown away by the blade fist.

The force of the impact caused the pirate's arm to shake. The small knife was inserted into the ground, and the end was vibrating rapidly. Under the dim moonlight, the blade reflected a dark green light.

Obviously quenched the poison.

"Who trained you? Didn't your mentor teach you not to show ill will to people you can't afford?"

Winston's voice lost its gentleness for a moment.

Showing a hoarseness and a slight killing intent, this keen guy sensed Bu Laike's malice.

"For an injured high-level assassin, I don't think I have no chance of winning at all. You've disguised yourself well, Mr. Winston, but next time you'll heal your injuries and come out for activities."

Bu Laike shook his wrist, he said:

"Let's talk about your big plan. I want to know more."

"You have to join us first."

Winston dropped a word, turned his head and walked away.

Then he felt a buzzing thing flying over from behind, he raised his left hand, and without looking back, he pinched the thing precisely.

don't look.

Just knew it was the badge of identity he had just given to Bo Laike.

"I'm in."

Bu Laike says:

"Can we talk now?"

"Four days later, at the southwest corner of Icewind Hill, come here at midnight, and you will be counted as a member. Friendly reminder, this mission is not allowed to quit. Once you are unfortunately injured, it will delay the action.

They will leave you without hesitation.

The content of the task cannot be disclosed, but it is related to the orcs. Ravenholdt is going to hunt a big man enough to change the situation in the hills, that's all I can say. "

Winston stepped into the shadows and left a few words for Bo Laike, speaking vaguely and in full assassin style.

Boo Laike wasn't disappointed either.

Since he was forced to take this path of shadows due to the situation at the beginning, and now he is active in northern Xinjiang, he must deal with Ravenholdt. There are many benefits to joining the Assassin League.

Although he may be assigned hellish assassination or latent missions from time to time, considering his current situation, there is no harm in having a good relationship with this ancient organization.

And although Winston did not disclose much information.

But saying that the target was orcs, it was another hunting operation. Since he already knew that Orgrim was leading troops to Quel'Thalas, the hilly area deserved so much attention from the Assassin Alliance, and there were only a few big clans. the sheikh.

"The Bloodring clan is in the Arathi Highlands, the Blackrock clan was taken away by Orgrim, the Ravager clan and the Twilight's Hammer clan were commanded by the great warlock Gul'dan, and they also went to the Elven Kingdom with the warchief."

Bo Laike narrowed his eyes, his mind racing.

He ruled out possible targets one by one, thinking in his mind:

"The Dragonmaw Clan is in the Wetlands, the most violent Warsong Clan and the Shattered Hand Clan stay in Dellano, on the other side of the Dark Portal, their violent compatriots don't trust their sanity.

Didn't take them into Azeroth at all.

After entering Azeroth six years ago, the Frostwolf clan parted ways with the tribe and did not join the war at all. They are still hiding in the deepest part of the Alterac Mountains.

The target is definitely not them.

From the current point of view, the possible targets are nothing more than the Thunder King clan that controls the wolf cavalry army, and the rest are some small clans that are not worthy of the Assassin Alliance's own action.

So it was Wolf King Fenris they were going to assassinate? Is this an attempt to take the enemy's head among the ten thousand armies? "

Bo Laike rubbed his chin, feeling that the outcome of the assassination was a bit uncertain, but when he raised his foot, he suddenly thought of another name.

"No! I missed one, that letter that never existed! Old Dahl's letter to Dead Eye!"

"Fire Blade! The Fire Blade Clan, which is rich in sword masters, is also active in the hills, but they are good at hiding, so the sharp knives and war dogs of that group of tribes are hard to be noticed.

But, won't it?

Are these daring assassins going to slaughter a group of orc sword masters? It is Ravenholdt who wants to gnaw such a hard bone.

What a guts!

Exciting enough. "

(end of this chapter)