Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 394 103. You stinky pirate don't have any creativity in naming your name, it's too bad

Bu Laike said he wanted to talk to Venthir about the payment for the last assassination.

But there's really nothing to talk about.

Because the reward was agreed at the beginning, after Braike reappeared, Fansel immediately used the channels he had prepared long ago, and gathered the other leaders of the "rebels" in the Crescent Moon Tavern.

These people have their own identities and jobs in Suramar City, and they have to carefully cover up their whereabouts, so it is not easy to gather together.

It wasn't until midnight that Bu Laike met all the faction leaders of the rebel organization in the city of Suramar.

Well, it's actually not that hard to remember.

After all, in previous games, pirates were familiar with each of them, including their lives, their stories, and even their death methods

"Fansir, why did you summon us on this unsurprising day?"

In the basement of the Crescent Moon Tavern, a tall man wearing a gray cloak and tight leather armor, but with a gloomy aura and a half-mask covering his eyes, asked hoarsely:

"And it's not just me, you have summoned everyone here, it's very dangerous! Although the Strys family has been destroyed, as far as I know, there are still some people in the city guard who are chasing us."

"It's something important."

Fansel, an ordinary tavern owner, wiped the sweat from his forehead a little nervously, and looked at everyone in the dark basement in front of him that was not lit, only a few candles.

He coughed and said:

"I know, you are all curious about the truth about the assassination that night"

"Yes, everyone wants to know."

A female night child wearing a gondola boat girl costume said excitedly:

"Right now, rumors are going crazy in the city, saying that we have a secret assassin group to clean up the scum that hinders the 'just cause' for us.

Even the city guards believed this.

They have been very polite to the boat girls recently, for fear of getting angry.

But I've known you for almost two hundred years, Fansel, why didn't I know that you still have this relationship? Do we really have a secret order of assassins serving us?

That's pretty cool. "

Although others are not as curious as this gondola boat lady.

But they also pricked up their ears to listen to Fansir's decryption. To be honest, these people generally don't believe that an honest person like Fansel would do the kind of "buying murder" thing.

But the truth of the matter is often so unexpected.

"That's right, someone I hired."

When the owner of the tavern, who had spent his whole life, said these words, he felt that he had become the big villain in those street stories, and he said in a lamenting tone:

"Those high-ranking city guards and villains from the Strys family who were assassinated, I also wrote their names on the reward list with my own hand.

They all died because of me.

But... I don't regret doing it.

Without them, the poor people in the city will not live better, but they will not continue to slide into the abyss. "

"wrong!"

Several people in the darkness suddenly commotion.

An elf man in a gorgeous cloak and a noble banquet mask shook his head and said:

"Fanser, it's not that I don't believe you, but I've been in the business of information trading for three hundred years, and I've never heard of any mysterious assassin group in Suramar City.

Elisande has a court assassin, but they will certainly not serve you.

The members of Aluin's fraternity are ordinary people, and they can fight well, but they can't do "technical work" such as assassination. "

"Is it an assassin from outside?"

The last one was silent, with a strange fragrance on her body, the short elf girl suddenly said:

"I was at the winery recently and heard some butlers from the wealthy district who came to purchase magic wine say that on the night of the assassination, a group of outsiders raided the city.

But it was concealed by the great magister.

The chattering housekeepers were not sure about the authenticity of the news, but they all said that Miss Anaris, who hadn't seen her face for a month, was kidnapped by outsiders. "

"No way, Fanthir!"

The gondola boat mother exclaimed:

"When did you become so courageous? Dare to contact outsiders in private? Tell us quickly, what do those outsiders look like? How many killers did you hire to make such a big deal happen overnight?"

"I didn't take the initiative to contact, he came to the door."

Fansel wiped his sweat and said softly:

"I only hired one person, the master assassin who called himself 'The Uncrowned', and he completed the cleanup of the city guards and the Strys family by himself."

"I do not believe!"

The tall elf with a gloomy temperament touched the dagger at his waist, and he said in a "professional" tone:

"I have also been trained as an assassin, and I know what an assassin can do, but what happened that night was too big to be done by one person.

unless

Unless you hire the fabled Warden! "

"You'd better believe it, Your Excellency Aruin."

The moment he finished speaking, a faint voice rang in the tall elf's ear, and a person quietly emerged from the darkness put his hand on the elf's shoulder.

He said:

"Also, don't mention the word 'Watcher' in front of me, I don't like it."

"you!"

The tall elf, completely unaware of Bu Laike's appearance, fought back quickly. With a flick of his wrist around his waist, two black daggers jumped into his hands, stabbing backwards in a very professional manner, and at the same time he wanted to escape into the shadows .

But the moment he merged into the shadow, a hand with a sapphire seal and three rings, one gold and one black, was clasped on his collar, and the elf assassin who was about to stealth was roughly pulled out of the shadow cover. .

The shadow battle suit on his body was torn apart like black smoke.

While the world was spinning, the whole person was pressed down on the round table in front of him, and the dagger in his hand was disarmed like a breeze.

When he was about to stand up, the cold blade lightly touched the center of his forehead.

"The basic skills are solid, the connection with the shadow is very harmonious, the movements are vigorous and soft, and the body flexibility is amazing. In addition to the natural agility of the elves, you must have years of self-training.

Unfortunately, you have not found the right path to the depths of the shadows, perhaps because you have not been taught and trained in this area. "

Bu Laike looked at the assassin who was suppressed by him for a moment.

He said calmly:

"But in general, you are a very potential assassin, staying in the garbage dump of Suramar, leading a group of Brotherhood punks to fight for territory, is too much of a waste of your talent.

Interested in working for me?

Arouin. "

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the elf assassin to answer, Bu Laike raised his head in the darkness, and named the trembling Nightbornes in front of him one by one:

"Vanthir of the Crescent Moon Tavern.

The founder of the rebel, the backbone of the organization, knows what he can do, but he doesn't know what he should do. "

"Gondola mother Delin.

The managers and maintainers of the rebel smuggling network, without you and the boat girls around you, the magic wine smuggled from the Twilight Winery would never have been delivered to the Crescent Moon Tavern, nor could it have been delivered to the tramps. "

"Mr. Hillgreen, the most famous intelligence dealer in Suramar City.

A low-level butler of the Yuejun family has been in contact with the rebels since Lilith Yuejun took power, before her father's era.

Escort the rebels with their own intelligence, let them know the danger in advance, and also manage the city guards secretly to create a hiding net for the rebels. "

"And finally you, Malga the Brewer."

Laike paused. He looked at the frightened short elf, as if recalling some bad memories, his tone became gentler.

Say:

"The person who raised magic wine for the rebels in Twilight Winery.

A kind person, someone who doesn't want to see anyone suffer, someone who is willing to grieve, even give his life for, the suffering of a stranger. "

"You are the 'rebels' of Suramar. A group of people who don't want to launch a coup to overthrow the Grand Magister, but just want to use their own efforts to make life better for the poor people in the city.

Your ideas and efforts are admirable.

But from a professional point of view, you are a bunch of rabble.

If it weren't for me, the master assassin who accidentally passed by Suramar, you probably would have... Hehe, I won't talk about things that haven't happened.

I came here today to talk to you about your future plans, about my arrangements for your future.

This is the reward I demand from Venthir. "

Bu Laike took a step back and threw the dagger in his hand to Aruin who got up.

He stood in the darkness, the wide watchman's cloak enveloped his body, and the dark, pale skull helmet with a touch of evil and dark style in the shadow of death armor added invisible deterrence to him.

He said to the crowd in front of him:

"Starting today, the Rebels will cease to exist, and I will give you a new name. I will not interfere with your continuing work of helping, but I will teach you to turn 'help' into 'salvation'.

I will lead you from weak to strong, from dazed to firm, from ordinary to great.

Until you use your own hands to personally rescue the Son of Night who has fallen into despair.

Give them back a truly beautiful world. "

Facing Bo Laike's declaration, the other night children were a little at a loss.

This is normal, they are all the bottom of Suramar, they have been helping the poor people in front of them, but never thought about the distant things.

And the "pie" that Bu Laike drew for them was too big.

It's so big that when they look up, their necks will cramp.

"Why should we trust you?"

The Nightborn Assassin Aruin, who was easily disarmed by Bu Laike before, was probably the only one among these people who was not intimidated, even though he knew that the outsider assassin in front of him could easily kill him.

But he sent his inquiry anyway.

He said:

"I grew up in the dark alleys of Suramar. Since I was a child, I knew that something like survival needs to be fought for. The old alcoholic who trained me also told me not to accept the kindness of strangers casually.

I regard his teachings as wise words.

What we have done may not seem worth mentioning to you, but at least we know that we are doing something good for the poor people in the city. They are our compatriots, and we have a reason to do so.

But you are an outsider!

All the suffering in this city has nothing to do with you. Why does a powerful person like you value us? Is it really just a kindness?

I do not believe!

State your purpose, or else."

"Otherwise what?"

Bo Laike let out a short laugh in the dark, and he said with interest:

"Are you going to bring your fraternity punks who fight hard and beat me up? Or are you going to kill me with your little toothpick?

Aruin, Aruin, calm down before making a decision, don't forget that you still have a poor sister, Olule is waiting for you to go home with fear.

She knows how dangerous what you're doing, even though she's proud of you.

But as a big brother, you can't let your sister worry so much.

I also have a sister.

I know that feeling.

Someone like you who can say something like 'survival needs to be fought for' must have known it long ago, relying on your small fights can only keep those poor people from transforming into the withered ones.

But the addiction to magic has already become the original sin that Son of the Night was born with.

Everything you care about, hate, desire, and spurn will mean nothing if you don't get rid of your addiction.

Suramar didn't need a bottle or two of smuggled magic wine.

What the city needs is to be reborn from the ashes.

You are a group of lost people who can't find their way in the dark, but I will bring you the fire, if you walk with me. "

The moment the pirate uttered the name of Aluin's sister, the elf assassin's body trembled. He had always protected his sister very well, and even Fansel didn't know the existence of Aurule.

But this outsider.

He found the Achilles' heel in his heart so easily.

"Let me introduce myself, I am a complex person.

In addition to being a pirate, a captain, a warlock, a ranger, and a seer, I have another identity. I am a master assassin from a faraway land.

You don't have to delve into the meaning of the word, you will soon see for yourself what the word stands for. "

Bu Laike raised his left hand and put it in front of Aruin.

He said:

"Others are for their hometown. But you, besides your hometown, have a relative who is worth everything for her. You have double motivation to walk the road of strength, and I believe you will not let me down.

come on.

A potential assassin.

Kiss my seal and join my faction as an 'uncrowned' recruit.

I will give you a difficult task, consider this a trial of fire.

The moment you get your Hidden Blade, you will know how to save your hometown and relatives. "

"As for the others

Of course, I know how difficult it is to make a decision, so I will give you time to think, and by the way, I will show you the 'gift' I have brought you. "

Bu Laike looked at the others and said:

"You need to learn how to protect yourself and hide from the oppression of the big men.

I have the best teacher for you guys.

You need a hole card that can escape disaster in a critical moment, a hiding place that will not be discovered, let alone destroyed.

I also brought it to you.

You will see my sincerity, and then join me willingly, after all, you have no other way to go.

Then, from now on, you will become the 'invisible ones' of the undead fleet, and become my spokesperson and executor in Suramar. "

Bu Laike paused, and he asked in the most elegant Salas language:

"Out of politeness, let me ask one last time, everyone here, is there anyone who wants to quit?"

(end of this chapter)