Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 516 69. Cleaning up for Losar's arrival

"This friend of yours is really a hypocrite."

In the basement of the SI7 temporary operation point in Dalaran, the one-armed Granny Shaw watched Bu Laike disappear, turned her head and said to her grandson who was checking the situation of her subordinates:

"It is said that the job of assassin is for some kind of 'ideal', but in fact it is still open to money. Well, for assassins, this is indeed a virtue."

"No, Granny, I believe Bo Laike said that he is doing this kind of thing for ideal. It's just that his 'ideal' is not the same thing as our understanding of 'ideal'.

He was always so incomprehensible. "

Shaw put his finger on the neck of John J. Keeshan, who he personally recruited before, and found that the pulse of this guy was beating strongly, and there was no bad sign, so he was relieved.

He took out a small medicine bottle from his arms, put it on the table, looked back at his grandma, and asked:

"The list you gave to Bo Laike just now seems to be not quite right. The only master assassins we know who have confirmed the defection are Farad, Conn, Macross, and Carl Aurelius.

The disappearance of the 'Duke' seems to be related to them as well.

The factions of masters Zazo Brightfinger and Duggan Wildhammer are traveling to Dalaran for unknown purposes.

There are also two masters, Leopard the Hunter and Rohan the Killer, who have sent letters to Marshal Lothar, indicating that they will stand by our side.

Why are they also listed as "suspect persons"? "

"Relieve the pressure for you, my simple grandson. Aren't you ready to apply to the organization for the 'Master Trial'?"

Granny Xiao said without any psychological pressure:

"If the Duke is lucky enough to survive this time, based on what I know about that old thing, he will definitely randomly select one of these masters to test you.

These guys are not easy to deal with, everyone has two brushes.

If Boo Laike treats them the way he treats me, leaving them a wound or something, even the slightest, will give you a pretty good advantage.

I am disabled now, and the master seat in our family can only depend on you. As an elder, I must give you more consideration. "

"that is it?"

Xiao Er picked up the medicine bottle, mixed it with a lot of water, like a priest doing baptism, took a handkerchief and dipped it in water, and poured water droplets on the unconscious subordinates beside him.

He said softly:

"It's not just like that, is it? Grandma, you are so narrow-minded, do you just want to see my brother suffer from your 'little trick'?"

"How do you talk to your elders?"

Granny Xiao said dissatisfied:

"I just saw that our newly promoted 'uncrowned' is full of confidence, so I took advantage of the situation to have some fun for him. Besides, those guys are in this situation now, and they still plan to play the game of snakes and rats.

There has to be a little pressure on them.

With the Duke missing, they must choose between two parties.

This is a very important matter, one wrong step will mean the demise of the faction.

I'm also borrowing Master Bu Laike's hand to convey a meaning to my 'old friends'. You can see how well the two masters of the elf faction understand.

Didn't Baron Sangunar's "Fearer" and Villes Deep Shadow's "Phoenix Assassin" follow Prince Kael'thas and set up defenses in Dalaran?

Although those of us who sell our skills must be loyal to the commission, even assassins like us have to recognize right and wrong at some point.

As for those guys who don't wink and don't know how to use their brains, it's not worth looking at them even if they're dead. "

"Well said! But I swore I would not leave Bo Laike alone. His Uncrowned have not assembled yet, and he is alone in this city.

Grandma, all my subordinates are under your command.

Tonight, I will also be active. "

After Xiao Er said something, the serious young man gestured to his grandma and jumped into the shadows, but Granny Xiao did not stop her. She has now lost "control" over her grandson.

Although Shaw respects her

But didn't you see that the little guy gave orders to his grandma in an orderly tone just now?

"Oh, the younger generation is terrifying."

Passonia Shaw, who was full of silver hair and dressed like a dignified old lady, sighed. She walked to the head seat of the round table in the basement, and took out a pistol from her pocket.

Without looking, he fired a shot into the sky.

The sound wave of shooting in the basement woke up all the sleeping "elites" around, and a group of people subconsciously touched their weapons. This reaction was satisfying.

"Well, my grandson keeps expressing to me how much he values ​​you subordinates, but now I feel that you are not worthy of my grandson's importance.

A whole seventeen people!

Being brought into the old nest by one person, and still made such a mess. "

Granny Xiao leaned on the chair and said in a sarcastic tone:

"Even if the seventeen pigs are here, they will definitely perform better than you. But I don't have anyone else to call on me now, so...combat mission issued!"

"swish"

The seventeen high-level assassins who were in charge of various affairs stood up straight. Granny Xiao closed her eyes and said indifferently:

"Tonight there is a 'cleaning up' event in Dalaran, you don't need to fight it yourself, after the two masters have cleaned up the leader of the traitors, you will be responsible for dispersing and arresting the little ones.

Dalaran officials have already greeted you. There will be no battle mages to interfere with your activities tonight. Dalaran is bound to shed a lot of blood tonight.

And I have only one request.

When the sun rises tomorrow morning, the city must become 'clean'! Except for the elves faction, SI7, and the Uncrowned, all assassins from other factions will disappear!

I'm an old man with old arms and legs, so I won't make trouble.

Young people, you always think that this era belongs to you. Now, let us old men and women see what you can do.

Oh, right.

If anyone unfortunately dies, remember to die outside.

Don't drag yourself back with a serious injury and shame yourself, understand? "

——

"Mr. Nathanos, the master invites you to go hunting."

In a mage's tower outside the Violet Castle, Maris, who was "scrambling" for a room in the name of the Nazaras College visiting group, was repairing his arrows when his door was pushed open.

Moros, the steward of the undead, conveyed Bo Laike's "invitation" to him politely. Maris was stunned for a moment, glanced at the dim night outside the window, and said:

"At this time? Where to hunt? Is there any good prey near Dalaran?"

"It's in this city."

Moros said softly:

"The master said that those obtrusive things that shouldn't exist will hinder the upcoming magic lectures of Narsalas College, and he hopes that his college's appearance in the human world will be perfect.

He didn't want the brilliance of magical truth to shine, to be coerced by dirty politics. "

"Oh, I get it."

Nathanos nodded, picked up the Song of Arrows, put a pot of arrows behind his back, and led his pets towards the door.

He asked:

"Your Majesty, won't you come with me?"

"I won't bother you anymore."

Moros let out a hoarse laugh. He pointed to a dark red assassin outfit in his hand and said:

"As a qualified housekeeper, I must perfectly perform whatever my master orders. I am also an uncrowned one."

"understood."

Maris laughed and walked out of the mage tower quickly. The street in front of him was very deserted. The battle mages who used to patrol in the dark seemed to be on vacation tonight.

A cool summer night breeze blew, and the treetops on both sides of the street swayed.

Desolate, the champion dog at Maris' feet, moved its nostrils, whimpered softly to its master, sniffed the bloody smell in the air, and led Maris to rush in one direction.

Soon, he saw a group of men in black silently packing up the corpses in a dark alley. Judging from the blood splattered on the corners of the surrounding streets, a massacre had just occurred here.

Yet the perpetrator left no trace at all, and he never even came here.

It was a perfect assassination with a bow and arrow.

Sweeping in the opposite direction of the arrow pierced on the ground, Maris determined the approximate location. He whistled to let the pet follow him. He threw out the hook lock and quickly climbed up the wall.

Run along the dome of Dalaran's magic shopping street, and finally find Laike, who is searching for the target there, three blocks away.

The latter held a dark and vicious bow in his hand.

The part of the gauntlet is shaped like a claw blade with magic steel. He stood alone on a high dome, the moonlight above his head shone, but did not cast any shadow on Bo Laike.

In fact, in the eyes of Maris, Bu Laike at this time is like a cloud of mist that does not exist, as if it will disappear under the moonlight every moment.

He had already changed out of his inconvenient robes of the Corruptor, and put on his beloved set of death shadow armor and dark green cloak of the watcher.

A shadow moonblade hangs from his waist, and on the other side is a green crystal-like dagger.

Carrying a black quiver on his back, he took out a bone arrow made by a snake man, put it on the bowstring, and drew the bow with the most standard ranger posture, aiming at the night in front of him.

Marius didn't interrupt the process.

He seemed to see how his brother accomplished that artistic ultra-long-range sniper kill. Laike maintained the sniper movement, and after counting down silently to five times, the fingers that were holding the bowstring were lightly released.

The arrow wrapped in shadow began to spin at high speed the moment it was shot, as if it disappeared into the night sky.

Almost at the same instant, a small hole was shattered in the outer wall of a shop two hundred yards away, and arrows flew into it, and there was a skull cracking sound that no one knew about in the night.

There was also the woman's scream, but then it fell silent.

The Eye of Keir Rogge on his shoulder was flipping, looking at Maris who was clapping beside him.

"I've killed three bosses and ten minions. You just came here, and you're still hiding there to watch my superb performance. Did you pay for the ticket?"

Bu Laike cursed back.

Marius shrugged and said:

"I don't know who the target is. You can't just find a target on the street and shoot, right? Who guided you? Your uncrowned man?"

"Can't I lock it myself?"

the pirate asked.

Nathanos laughed, and grabbed the bow from behind and said:

"You are indeed very powerful, but your tracking technique is still unable to distinguish the target assassins in the entire Dalaran in such a short period of time, neither can General Liresa, nor can the legendary mages.

Someone must be marking the target for you.

Let me guess, Shaw's men? "

"Hmph, don't you know if you come and see for yourself?"

Bo Laike took out the flagon and took a sip, and Maris jumped over quickly.

From the position of Bu Laike, he could see that in the night of Dalaran without street lights, there was a group of not-so-bright symbols jumping in front of the target point he had shot before.

For high-level rangers, this is almost a fixed target.

However, to achieve the silent sniping through the wall like Bu Laike just now, the requirements for the ranger's perception are extremely strict.

"You and Shaw should cooperate to hunt down these bosses. I heard that there is a master assassin in the city. I will go and play with him."

Bu Laike patted Maris on the shoulder and waved his hand towards the darkness in the distance. Holding the dark bow borrowed from Windrunner's mother, he turned and jumped towards another place.

At the moment from the dome, the pirate disappeared in front of Maris, as if melting into the moonlight. This made Nathanos couldn't help but mourn for the unknown master assassin.

A few seconds later, another spot of light lit up in another place two hundred yards away, and Nathanos took a deep breath, drawing his warbow above the dome like Laike.

It's just that he can't shoot blindly like a pirate, and can only use his perception-driven tracking technique that is different from ordinary people.

"There are three people in the house. The target marked by Xiao Er's subordinates is on the far left. The wall is very thick. Well, be safe and use the window as a springboard."

Lordaeron's Ranger General whispered to himself and adjusted his angle slightly.

"whoosh"

"dang lang"

"puff"

Three different voices exploded in succession. Maris moved his shoulders and said to the blue fox who was watching him:

"Although not as amazing as him, it's not bad, right?"

At the same time, outside the Magic Commercial Street, on the small road leading to the gate of Dalaran, a carriage was galloping under the moonlight. Although the massacre against the traitors had only started less than ten minutes ago, the keen guys had already noticed It's not good.

They decisively chose to evacuate.

It's a pity that they chose a wrong road, which is almost full of moonlight.

"puff"

The heads of the two coachmen driving the carriage soared into the sky amidst the splatter of blood. The cold breath made the horses run wild in fright, and there was a fight with the windows of the carriage shattered.

A second later, at the same time as the three heads rolled to the ground, a bald assassin with a two-handed ax moved swiftly, intending to jump onto the roof and escape.

But even faster than him was the harpoon chain imperceptibly protruding.

The vicious and sharp barbed harpoon pierced his waist, deforming his movements in another pull, and then blood burst out from behind the bald head.

Blood splashed into the air, creating an illusory human form vaguely under the moonlight.

The pirate with the moonblade wiped the blood from his cheek.

Looking at the bald assassin standing up covering the wound in front of him, he stared at the blood-red seal on that guy's finger, and then at the fast-healing wound on his waist and the strange scales on the flesh and blood.

Say:

"Let me first make sure that I am not looking for the wrong person. You are Master Conn, the leader of the Beheader faction, right? If you don't say anything, I will take it for you.

You said that you are a legendary warrior, how did you become a master assassin?

Plus, the blood of the black dragon has a depraved taste, okay? "

(end of this chapter)