Azeroth Trail of Light

In the secret room of the Black Iron Bar, the paladin and the warlock were sitting on both sides of the obsidian stone table. The paladin had a normal expression, as if the crazy idea of ​​fighting against the black iron, black stone and black dragon at the same time was not what he said. In the unchanged pupils, Kanresad could tell that this guy was obviously very confident in the reward he offered.

This aroused the warlock's curiosity. The more difficult the task, the higher the reward. This is almost a theorem. Dick is so confident, that is to say, no matter how difficult the task is, he is absolutely sure that he After seeing the things in this wooden box, they will agree to him.

Kanrethad squinted his eyes, and the black eyes made Dick feel a little inexplicably kind, but the Baron Warlock stretched out a finger the next moment.

"You are such a lunatic... But I have agreed in advance, if the reward is not enough, I will not go crazy with you!"

Dick didn't speak, but withdrew his finger on the wooden box and made a "please" gesture.

Kanrethad took a breath through his nose, then stretched out his fingers, and gently picked on the wooden box.

"Snapped"

The wooden box was opened.

The warlock's eyes also changed from the previous casualness to one of shock and doubt in an instant, but there was also a touch of surprise mixed in. He obviously recognized the things in the wooden box, and even the body that was leaning on the sofa was also surprised. He leaned forward, but at the moment he touched the cold metal, his eyes suddenly turned inward again, and Dick recognized the look.

When he was in the Valley of Hyjal, the paladin also had that kind of look. It was a look that faced an invincible opponent. Although he was helpless, aggrieved, and resentful, he had to bite the bullet and charge forward.

After weighing it for a long time, Dick even heard Kanrethad's deep and rapid breathing. Just when the paladin was a little impatient, the warlock slapped the wooden box and hugged it tightly in his arms. .

He closed his eyes, as if embracing the whole world, but his slightly trembling cheeks showed his inner unrest.

"You are such a devil!"

Warlock didn't open his eyes, but gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words from between his teeth.

The paladin's face didn't change at all, he turned his head to the dancing flames in the fireplace,

"No, I'm a great friend, a trustworthy ally, and a fair trader. I said, you'd pay the whole world for it."

The warlock touched his heart, and then let out a breath. He waved his fingers outward, and the two warlocks who followed him turned around and walked outside. But when they reached the normal level, their shadows on the ground But suddenly it moved, like a poisonous snake alive, viciously strangling their necks.

The two warlocks were obviously shocked by the attack, but just as they were about to fight back, a roar that made Dick somewhat familiar sounded in the secret room, and a layer of thick and filthy shadow arrows flew from Kanrethad's hand It came out and precisely hit the back of one Warlock's heart, while the other Warlock was grabbed by two khaki arms protruding from the void, and violently pulled outward, tearing it in half abruptly .

Kanrethad stretched out his left hand with a cold expression, and scratched in the air. Two blank diamond-shaped crystals appeared in his palm, and he threw them on the two corpses. The lavender soul wailed and was sucked into the crystal. , that painful voice, like a prisoner who is being cut to pieces.

After all this was done, Kanrisad sat back on the sofa. A sacred barrier shining with holy light had risen in front of Dick and Liadrin opposite him, and Velinde was changing in a burst of black mist. Transformed into a werewolf form, she held the sharp luna sickle in her hand, and the werewolf girl bared her teeth at the warlock who would kill at the slightest disagreement, but without Dick's permission, Velinde didn't plan to rush to melee.

The werewolf girl is a little bit cowardly, but she is not stupid. Kanrethad is already a guy at the peak of a high-ranking lord, and he is one step away from being promoted to a hero. This is obviously not an opponent she can deal with.

In front of the two high-ranking paladins, the Baron Warlock finished his murder. He took out a white handkerchief and wiped it on his clean hands, as if to wipe away the blood that didn't exist.

He looked at Dick and said quietly,

"I have to make a deal with the devil! I hope Fili and Tima understand me, and they would do the same thing."

Dick waved away the holy light surging in front of his eyes, he looked at Kanrethad with interest,

"So, are you agreeing?"

"Life is precious, but sometimes, for something, we have to choose to risk our life."

Kanresad put the wooden box into the black skull ring on his finger, picked up the wine glass in front of him with a relaxed tone, shook the dark red wine, and uttered a slang word that is very popular in the dark world.

"When you're used to being a wolf, it's hard to pretend to be a sheep, so I did it!"

He took a sip of the red wine, probably in a hurry, and the dark red wine flowed from the corner of his mouth, like a vampire who had drunk blood.

"But you have to tell me first what you plan to do!"

Warlock stretched out his finger and shook it in front of his eyes, "Don't tell me that you plan to completely pacify Blackrock Mountain, just like what you did on Mount Hyjal, that's impossible! There are too many interests involved here, even if you The natives who brought down Black Rock Mountain, the bigwigs of the dark world, will not sit back and watch this place that has been operated for hundreds of years change hands."

Dick nodded. He didn't intend to do this himself. After a few years, some Blackstone orcs will join the new tribe led by Thrall, and the Dark Iron dwarves will return to the dwarf kingdom. Behind the black dragon, there are hidden plots in the dark. World Destroyer, all three of them have backgrounds.

"It is necessary to save Princess Bronzebeard!"

Dick said softly, and the warlock nodded in agreement, "This can be done! And it's the easiest."

"Completely eliminate the Twilight's Hammer forces from Blackrock Mountain, Burning Plains, and Scorching Canyon!"

The paladin made the second request, Kanresad propped up his chin helplessly,

"I don't understand how those lunatics provoked you, but this request is not too difficult, it can be done!"

The paladin still wanted to speak, but the warlock waved a finger in front of his eyes, and whispered,

"The last request! Even this thing can only be changed to three requests. You have to understand, Dick, even with these two requests, most of the power of the Black Sickle Council in the southern part of the Eastern Continent will be lost. We’re just a fledgling organization after all.”

Dick shrugged.

"Okay! My last request, I want to drive out the black dragon entrenched here!"

After the paladin finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room became weird.

After a while, Warlock rubbed his teeth, then spread his hands.

"I really can't do this. You don't even know who is manipulating everything on the top of Blackrock Spire! Let's put it this way, even if my Black Sickle Council and Prag's forces are involved, don't even try to interfere with that Dick, I know you defeated the great demon at Mount Hyjal, but you believe me, the existence behind that is not much weaker than the great demon at all, and that is the real big man!"

"Nefarian... Actually, I know who he is better than you!"

The paladin rubbed his hands with some regret. He also knew that this request was too difficult for Kanrethad. The son and daughter of Deathwing, the current actual controller of the Black Dragon Legion, this level is very difficult for warlocks. It is indeed a bit too strong.

"Okay, you can help me contact someone, Windsor, he should still be in Stormwind City now... What's your expression?"

When Dick said this, he noticed the weirdness on Warlock's face. He stopped talking and looked at Kanresad suspiciously. The latter looked at Dick with a weird face, hesitated for a few seconds, and asked ,

"Could you be talking about Reginald Windsor, the old marshal who participated in two orc wars and also followed Marshal Lothar?"

The paladin nodded, "That's right, that's him! You know him? That's great."

"No no no, I mean, Windsor is no longer in Stormwind! In fact, he was kicked out three months ago, when I set off from here to Mount Hyjal, because of political failure In Stormwind City, the king announced that he would send Windsor to the Burning Plains to supervise the Blackrock orcs. In fact, that was already dispatched. For this matter, the Defias Brotherhood, which was suppressed not long ago, made another fuss in the West Wasteland. The political situation in Stormwind City is very chaotic right now!"

Kanrethad gave Dick a brief introduction to the current situation of the Stormwind Kingdom. At the end, he pursed his lips,

"Actually, Windsor's luck is very bad, but your luck is very good, he is here now!"

"The Black Iron Bar?"

"No, no, it's worse than that. The old man is now imprisoned in the prison of the Dark Iron Dwarves. I heard that he will be thrown into the big arena to fight wild beasts soon!"

Warlock showed a regretful expression, facing the shocked Dick, he curled his lips, "Yes, it is the order of Nefarian, the new owner of Blackrock Spire, it is said that it is because Windsor led troops to kill a Young dragon, this is causing trouble."

"Snapped!"

Dick stood up, strode silently to the outside of the secret room,

"I heard that the Black Iron Bar has a strong drink that can make people disguise themselves as Dark Iron dwarves?"

Kanrethad followed behind Dick for some reason, and when he heard this question, he nodded,

"That's the "treasure" brewed by Prager. Only those who are familiar with him know it, but it's not surprising that you, a mysterious guy, know it! What, you're going to save that old guy? Don't blame me for not telling you, it's very difficult Tall ones, don't underestimate the Dark Iron Dwarves, these clever ghosts are much more treacherous than the Bronzebeard Dwarves."

"That's my business."

Dick turned back and put his hand on Kanrethad's shoulder, and said to him,

"The third request has changed. Help me convey a word to Duke Ravenholdt. The Syndicate will be transferred to Kalimdor in the future to serve the Theramore royal family. This is my last reply to the Assassin Alliance's offense. Of course , if he thinks those second-rate assassins under his command can kill me, they can also ignore my goodwill, as long as he can avoid Ms. Maiev's knife wheel, or General Sylvanas' sharp arrow, then he will !"

Kanrethad's face changed, he lowered his voice,

"You are indeed a lunatic, Dick. You are probably the first person who dared to threaten the Dark Lord Joraki. I already regret working with you!"

Dick rolled his eyes.

"Come on, brother, to deal with these assassins who are loyal to the commission, it is impossible not to be tough."

Jorach Ravenholdt, the leader of the Assassin Alliance, who lives in Ravenholdt Manor all year round, is the leading assassin in Azeroth. Of course, I seriously doubt his assassination ability, after all, I have never seen him make a move.

The last rule of the League of Assassins: always be loyal to the commission.