Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 575 128. I guess you don't like hunting

On the way to evacuate the city of Lordaeron, Anduin Lothar, who was about to have his arm chopped off by Grom's axe, looked back at the people who were still following him after trying to understand the plan of the mastermind behind the scenes.

When the orc raid began, the mighty Grom Hellscream, aided by Va Locke Saurfang, held off the three Grand Knights, including Uther Lightbringer with the Hallows.

Muradin, the Bronzebeard Prince, was entangled by Fenris, the Wolfrider King, when he was evacuating.

Kargas reappeared just now, and Granny Shaw and the great knight Bolvar Fortagen joined forces to stop him by falling into the city.

Now with him, only Prince Falstad of the Wildhammer, little Varian, and some brave warriors and Griffin Knights are left.

The protectors of the high elves are all in Dalaran at this time, except for the silver moon archmage Rommath, and the unexpected appearance of the blue dragon king cuts off the possibility of all teleportation operations.

Prince Kael'thas and the Council of Six couldn't even provide quick support.

No matter how close Dalaran and Lordaeron City are, it would take time to get there by land.

The defense force around Lothar has been weakened to the extreme by the orcs' attack, and the looting behavior of the Blackstone Marauders led by Red Blackhand caused chaos to spread rapidly from the royal city to the entire city.

The city has fallen into chaos, and the support Lothar can get has also been greatly weakened.

If he is the planner of this assassination, then this time is the perfect time to execute the assassination. Therefore, those assassins who are hiding in the darkest looking for opportunities should be here

"puff"

When this group of flying knights crossed the city wall of Lordaeron, a sudden volley of crossbows caught the three Griffin Knights at the front of the team off guard.

The dwarf riders fell down together with the griffin mounts that were hit by the thick crossbow bolts. These thick-skinned guys would not die here, but they still yelled in their "local dialect" and fell into the city whirling and whirling. In the lake under the cliff below.

The well-trained Griffin Riders immediately spread out.

But from the city wall in front of them, a group of black-clothed assassins with bows in their hands stood up in unison, and poured a rain of arrows towards the flying griffin in the sky.

Wildhammer dwarves are unfazed by such attacks.

They have many ways to launch an attack from high altitude and easily kill this group of lunatics blocking the way, but the problem is that the dwarves are now performing the most troublesome protection task.

The opponent's assassins don't need to defeat them at all.

The Assassins had only to seize the opportunity to kill Anduin Lothar to claim victory while leaving the bitterness of defeat in the hearts of the dwarves.

"Storm Hammer! Volley!"

The leader of the Wildhammer dwarves, Falstad, took the silver-gray flying hammer with a square head from his waist, and with the impact of the Griffin's high-speed flight, he smashed the hammer in his hand towards the city wall.

The other Griffin Knights, like Falstad, used small flying hammers in the sky to launch bombing attacks on the assassins on the city wall.

These warhammers enchanted by the Wildhammer Shaman will emit a dazzling thunder when they land, and they can also release the elemental magic power stored in the warhammer, causing all enemies within the attack range to enter electric shock paralysis for a short time.

This is the main long-range attack method of the Griffin Riders, and it is extremely powerful.

With just two salvos, half of the assassins that appeared on the entire city wall were wiped out, and the rest dropped their bows and crossbows and turned to flee. But that's okay, they've served their purpose.

The griffin that Lothar and Varian were riding was hit by a rain of poisoned arrows. At the last moment of their lives, the loyal beast spread its wings and glided with difficulty, and fell out of control to the bottom of the city wall of Lordaeron.

The injured old marshal was thrown out in mid-air. He hugged Varian tightly in the air, trying to arouse his anger, trying to complete a heroic jump to defuse the impact.

But Grom Hellscream's beheading ax just now was too domineering, which made the old man's anger very difficult to move.

He could only hold Varian, the king of the Stormwind Kingdom and whom he regarded as his adopted son, tightly in his arms, and use his body to protect this young man who was destined to have a bright future, and might even become the hope of the future of human civilization.

"hum"

Lothar is used to trying his best to protect Varian after the death of his good friend Ryan Wrynn, but he occasionally forgets that Varian Wrynn is no longer the helpless and lost All the poor children.

He also already has his own power.

As the warm holy light blazed and reverberated, a thick layer of sacred barriers blessed him and Lothar under the call of the king, allowing them to fall from mid-air to the ground without any injuries.

"bass"

The old Marshal's Emperor's Sword was lifted by Varian, and the golden flame of holy light wrapped around the blade. After falling in this dark alley, the young king drew his sword and stood beside Lothar without fear. forward.

He felt the shadows around him shake.

There are dangerous master assassins around here, and there may be more than one!

"I will not allow them to hurt you, Marshal."

Varian held the emperor's sword Stromkar in both hands, looked around vigilantly, and said to Lothar, who had lowered his arms behind him and stood up with difficulty, without looking back:

"You used to protect me, but today it's my turn to protect you."

Varian's voice was so calm that he didn't sound like a seventeen-year-old sent to a desperate situation.

He never seemed to despair, even in this moment surrounded by enemies.

The powerful magic steel sword of the barbarian king in the hands of the little king has perfect energy conductivity, whether it is the warrior's anger fire or the holy light of the paladin, it can produce the effect of "energy blade".

The long sword lingered in his hand with a dancing golden blade of light, illuminating the surrounding shadows a lot.

"No, child."

Lothar shook his head, and the old marshal put his still moving right hand on Varian's shoulder. In the weird shadows that surrounded him, he said:

"I'm not old enough to need the protection of a half-grown young man. You see, they came here for my life today, and you saw that, Varian.

This is no ordinary political affair.

Orcs, black dragons, the League of Assassins, and elves were all involved, and it may have been caused by me, but at this point, it's out of our control.

You must leave immediately!

Not only do you have to leave Lordaeron, but you also have to leave the northern border and return to the Kingdom of Stormwind. Perhaps a storm is about to hit, and you must fulfill your sacred oath.

I don't need you to choose between your people and me, Varian.

You have to choose them! "

"Listen to the Marshal, young king, he is right."

Lothar's voice fell, and a gloomy voice with a few strands of magnetism sounded in the surrounding darkness.

It seems sarcasm.

But when I listened carefully, I felt that this mysterious guy was just expressing what was in his heart.

Under the watchful eyes of Varian and Lothar, the surrounding shadow curtain rolled up a slight dark wind.

A group of people dressed in black loomed in the dark wind. There were about thirty of them, most of them were humans, there were also a few tall ones who should be elves, and short gnomes and dwarves.

Seeing them holding weapons one by one, surrounding them silently, watching their walking movements in the dark, and seeing their icy aura, you can tell that these guys are real assassins.

It is a collection of the absolute elites of two assassin factions, super assassins who have been strengthened by dragon blood, and the bodies of each of them have been strengthened into a "critical" state.

You only need to sum up your own set of power systems, and you can be promoted to the extraordinary realm of legend.

The two leaders appeared one after the other at a position twenty yards in front of Lothar and Anduin. The former one was wearing a black dragon scale battle armor, a dark helmet, and a long and one long stick in his waist. Short two daggers.

The one in the back has a big bald head, wearing a black battle suit, and also tattooed weird patterns on his bald head, which looks full of a sense of religious ceremony.

This fierce looking weapon with a big bald head turned out to be two small snake-shaped daggers, which did not match his figure.

"Master Farad, Master Carl Aurelius."

Lothar, who was surrounded by the faction elites of the two Master Assassins, was not panicking.

He straightened his waist, pulled out a dagger for self-defense from behind, looked up at the two masters in front of him, called their names, and said:

"During the most difficult period of the orc war, it was thanks to the activity and hard work of the two that the orc sword master and the assassins of the shadow council could not cause more terrible damage to our commander.

I still can't forget that when I first met the two masters, you were finishing a reverse osmosis mission. You were covered in blood and lying exhausted in the marching tent.

Thirty-seven of you went there that time, resisting twice as many orc assassins as your own, and only returned seven."

"It's six."

Farad, wearing a helmet, said calmly:

"My cousin wailed all night after he came back. The blood ring orc's poison damaged his eyes and kidneys. Before the sun rose, I had to give him relief myself."

"Congratulations."

Lothar paused and said:

"What I'm trying to say is, we've all come through such a difficult time, why do people turn swords against each other when everything gets better?

I don't think you'll give me an answer that it's for honorarium.

Now has come to this moment, maybe I will die soon, I hope that before I die, I can know the answer to the question I want to know.

Is it for strength? status?

Or for some belief? "

"No, it's not as complicated as you think, Marshal."

Farad still called Lothar by the name he used during the previous war. He even had a kind of undisguised respect, and he didn't hide his thoughts, but said very frankly:

"It has nothing to do with identity, status or power, and it has nothing to do with faith.

It's just that when the meaning of our existence is about to be erased, when the career we have fought for all our lives is about to collapse, when we are about to lose the only value of being in this world, we will fight back.

Those are the only things we have.

Others want to snatch it from us, how can we let them succeed?

It doesn't have to be you, Marshal.

You are a respectable person, and I always thought you were the only true greatness on this land, but unfortunately, I am not as fearless and upright as you.

Between your life and my existence, I will choose myself without hesitation. "

"I do not understand."

Lothar shook his head, and he also said frankly:

"Maybe it's because I'm not an assassin.

But I feel your helplessness and pain, Master Farad, maybe we can shake hands and make peace, maybe we can use another way to end this dispute.

I will help you get back what was taken from you, I swear. "

"We are assassins, we are Ravenholdt, we will take what we need, so we won't bother you."

Farad and the silent big bald Carl Aurelius drew their weapons at the same time. Amidst the surrounding shadows, he said in a hoarse voice:

"Marshal, go all the way."

"puff"

The moment Farad fled into the shadows, several clusters of blood burst out at the same time.

But it wasn't hurt on Varian or Lothar, but among the elites of the two factions who jumped out of the shadows.

There were magical arrows of elves piercing the shadows, another thin figure shuttled back and forth in the darkness, the howling of dogs and wolves, the growling of big bears, and clusters of flashing arcs of lightning.

This scene stunned Varian, who had already clenched his sword and was about to fight to the death.

But Lothar showed a smile, and Farad, who looked at the dark smile, frowned and his heart sank. He realized that the situation was wrong, but now he was on the verge of breaking out and had to act.

"SI:7 is at your service, Your Majesty. You don't need to fight with a sword until we die in battle. Now, please stand back a little to prevent blood from splashing on you."

Shaw's teasing voice sounded beside Varian, and Varian Wrynn, who was worried in his heart, immediately relaxed.

He trusted his intelligence chief very much.

Shore is indeed one of those reassuring characters.

The elite of SI7 he brought, and the uncrowned "Raven Squadron" fought against the rebellious assassins in the shadows, and from time to time there were bold shouts and piercing gunshots from the old dwarf Hemet.

On the other side, Nathanos, who was carrying a spear and a bow, also broke in from the shadow curtain. As he moved, he shot a series of precise and deadly arrows towards the figures shuttling in the shadows around him with no expression on his face. .

"Farad, Carl Roux, you still have a chance to make a choice."

Lothar shouted loudly:

"You are all heroes who have contributed to the alliance, no matter what you drink, no matter what you become, you can still turn back!"

"You still don't understand, Marshal."

The master assassin's voice sounded behind Lothar.

Along with the sound, there were two poisoned daggers stabbing behind Lothar. This backstab was fast and ruthless, and its speed was so high that it even brought out afterimages.

But before reaching Lothar, Farad was hit in the chest by a foot kicked out of the shadows.

The strength was not great, but the kick deformed his attacking movements, and he escaped from the battle circle in a light jump.

"You don't tell others what you want to do, but you keep saying that others don't understand you! Are you a mature and stable master assassin, or a little girl in love?

It always makes people guess, is it annoying? "

Bu Laike, wearing the Death Shadow Armor, appeared from behind Lothar holding the Moonblade.

He snapped his fingers.

The imp, the demon guard and the big beholder rushed out of the fel energy portal, leading a group of crazy hellhounds, and joined the counterattack against the rebel assassins.

The pirate posed the watchman's classic attack action, pointed the moonblade obliquely at Farad in front of him, and said:

"I hear you're a very stuffy fellow, and I guess you don't have much fun. You don't like hunting, and you don't like fishing, do you? I suggest you take the time to learn.

It's a hobby that's great for those of us in high-risk industries with our nerves on edge.

Of course, the premise is that you have future words.

Ah, the long hunt is finally coming to an end today. You said, if I kill you, will the unsightly Ravenholdt be finished? "

(end of this chapter)