Azeroth’s Death Track

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"This annoying sun!"

The scorching sunlight shone on the hilly land, and the forest that was cut down due to the outbreak of war in previous years had not been restored, which made this piece of land that Taylors was familiar with seem a bit barren.

Dressed like a small businessman, Tyers led his packhorse and endured the sun. He walked slowly on the road near Tarren Mill, cursing a scorching sun from time to time, while thinking about himself in his heart Action plan.

This is not the first time Tells has collected intelligence in war-torn areas. In fact, in the past few years, he has done many such things, not only employed by the nobles and merchants of the alliance countries, but even died. The spirits have served, and he was born in Nanhai Township. He knows the environment around Hillsbrad hills naturally, but the problem is that at this time, this land is no longer his memory. Hometown now.

And this time he was hired by the infamous orcs in Azeroth to search for the traces of another orc. Once discovered by others, his “good reputation” in Ravenhold can be completely ruined. .

Ravenholdt Manor, or the Assassin’s Union, does not care about who it serves, as long as they get the rewards they deserve, they are themselves a group of assassins who despise royal power and secular war. This is the “freedom” that the Assassin’s League advertises. Even so, it is a pity that in the war between the Alliance and the Orcs, Ravenhold finally stood on the side of the Alliance, and 80% of the members of the manor were humans, counting the orcs’ slaughter of humans, everyone in private The orcs' senses are not too good.

At the thought of this, Thales was even more disgusted with his task, but Yu Qing could not escape this search.

"I knew it was easier to die in Hinterland at that time, at least not as tangled as now."

The Assassin's high-level assassin Taylor frowned and scolded again, but the thing to be done was not only for the generous reward, but also as the repayment of the graciousness of 2 years ago.

At that time he was hired by a goblin businessman to investigate the stronghold of the evil branch troll in Hinterland, trying to steal the treasures of the trolls, and almost died in the spider cave, if not the thunder king passing by With the help of the chieftain of the clan, Fenris, the already poisoned Tells had already died.

Of course, until now, Taylors does not think that the orc chief Fenris is his friend. After all, for the assassin of Ravenhold, only the gold coins are the best friends.

"Wow!"

After staring at the vicious sun for half an hour, Taylors finally reached Nanhai Town. He tied his pack horse to a branch in the shade and stepped forward, pushing the gate of the tavern in the town, although it was still noon. However, the tavern here has sparsely seated a lot of people, and the environment is not too noisy, but Taylors looked around for a week. From the appearance and temperament of the wine drinkers, these guys are obviously not like the farmers of the duty.

If he reads correctly, sitting here drinking at this point, nine out of ten are some villains who have no business to buy and sell. From the second grade to the present, in the Alterac kingdom, such people are more More and more.

Tells carefully concealed his contempt in the depths of his eyes. He flexed his hands and feet over several drunken guys, sat on the bar, and waved to the bartender. A dark silver coin flipped between his fingers. After a while, the logo of the raven was engraved on the surface of the silver coin. When he saw the silver coin, the bald old bartender narrowed his eyes, and nodded to Tyers indifferently.

After a few minutes, the two sat in the corner of the tavern.

"Well, this ale is getting worse."

Tells sipped the wine in the glass, put the glass aside in disgust, his fingers tapped on the table, and whispered to the old bartender in front of him:

"Why? Have you started making this kind of black money recently?"

"Entertain a group of robbers, should we still use good wine?"

The old bartender said casually. He looked around and lowered his voice:

"What are you doing here?"

"jobs!"

Tells picked up a delicate little jug from his arms, drank his mouth, wiped his mouth, and said to the old man in front of him, "Is there anything new near Tarren Mill recently?"

"If I remember correctly, are you still a member of Ravenhold?"

The old barman did not immediately answer Tells’ question. He blinked:

"Assassin Alliance has its own intelligence point in Alterac. Your friends are collecting all the news in this ghost place every day. So, as a high-level member, why don’t you go to them and return them to me? This old retired guy is here?"

"Private work, private work, understand, and the fragmentary news collected by the young children, where is a local elder who has rooted in the local area got the full information?"

Tells waved his hand awkwardly. His left hand was wiped on the table. Ten gold coins were piled up neatly. The old barman snorted meaningfully and clicked the pile of gold coins like Just like magic, the gold coin disappeared into his palm, he coughed lightly:

"Listen to my persuasion, Tells, this kind of private work has fewer contacts. "Lone Wolf" is not a good boss. If he is caught by him, you will be finished."

The old bartender reached out to take the Taylors hip flask and put it in his hand for a few seconds. Then he raised his head and put his chin down:

"Speak, what do you want to hear?"

Tells looked at his own delicate hip flask with a painful face. He hesitated for a few seconds, then lowered his voice:

"I'm looking for an orc..."

"Ok."

The old bartender groaned inexplicably. He shook his hand and threw the jug in his hands to Tells. His face also cooled down:

"Orgrim? Ha ha, sorry, if it is such a big man, this thing is not enough!"

"Don't be too greedy! Old fellow!"

Telles clenched his teeth: "I only need a piece of information!"

"Then I am afraid you may not know how expensive the information about Orgrim is now!"

The old bartender folded his arms and said softly:

"After he escaped from prison, Lordaeron, Stromgarde, and Dalaran all sent their best agents to Alterac, and the robbers who took the mountain as king, and they were also bureaucratic. We used it to search almost an inch across the hills, and Syndicate, do you know them? A group of exiled nobles eager to return, they are also crazy searching for the orc."

The old man's finger pointed behind him. Those drunken villains who had drunk, he lay on the table and looked at Tyers:

"Why do you think they ran to me and got drunk at noon? You see, not only do you want to get some news from me, there are other people, and their bids are more generous than you!"

The old bartender spread his hands:

"So you think, why should I help you? Everyone in our business knows, don't blame me for anything like friendship, after Perenolde lost his throne and the family of the Presto family fled, Alterac is now a lawless place!"

"There is no order in this ghost place and it is completely out of control. Tarren Mill is patronized by robbers every three days. Even the most honest farmer can’t survive, leading his family to Gilnis or Lordaeron, in the forest. They were still full of "grand thieves", who had to fight for the site almost every day, and every day corpses were thrown on the roadside."

The old man chattered and said:

"If the South China Sea town is not protected by the Kul Tiras navy, I am afraid that it will also be regarded as a fat sheep. When I sleep every day, I put a loaded musket under the pillow, look around you, everywhere It’s a robber, a thief, a murderer. It’s too bad. Now only the sound of gold coins can make me feel happy and relaxed."

A sorrow flashed in his squinted eyes, but soon his eyes were covered by the light of the city gang. He patted Tyles' wrist, stood up, and said in the assassin's ear:

"Little Tells, listen to me to persuade, leave here, don't go this muddy water!"

"So you really have some news in your hand?"

Tells looked at the back of the old barman. He gritted his teeth and took a thing from his rucksack and put it in his hand. It was a jug full of elf-style carvings and inlaid with various jewels. The most special is that there are several runes with insignificant meaning inscribed under the hip flask. Between the runes shining, the surface of the artwork made of gold and silver will be covered with a mist of frost.

At the moment this thing was taken out, more than a dozen greedy eyes fell on Tells, even turning around with the old bartender, staring at the thing in Tells's hands, his eyes narrowed again. He got up, then walked over to the assassin again, sat opposite him, reached out and took the hip flask from Tyles's hand, and repeatedly checked it in his hand.

"Well, at least it is an antique that is more than 2000. This emblem looks like the inheritance treasure of the noble house of Quel'Thalas, and it is also carved with perfect necrotic runes. Gee, I dare not imagine, you Where did you get this baby from?"

The old bartender held the exquisite hip flask in his hand. He looked at Tyers:

"So, did you decide?"

The assassin closed his eyes and prevented himself from seeing the treasure he had just belonged to. It was the treasure he got from Tyrion. Dawnblade 4 years ago, which is considered to be the most valuable in all his collections. One more.

He nodded bluntly, which made the old bartender sigh, and a moment later, a folded animal skin was stuffed into his hands with a secret technique of passing messages between assassins, and the old bartender patted Tyers' shoulders:

"I don’t know where Orgrim was, but a dozen days ago, the orc and the knight of Lordaeron had a fight. At the place where they fought, I found this. It should be carried by the orc. One thing, listen to me, Orgrim could have gone directly to Arathi Highlands to meet those rebellious orcs, but he didn’t!”

"There is a reason for him to risk staying in Alterac, Orgrim is also looking for something, and the only clue is now in your hands, as long as you walk out of this door, now active in Alter All of Rank’s forces will see you as a thorn in my eyes. I can only help you get here. If you are lucky enough to be alive and wait for you to come back, I invite you to drink!"

"Now, before those people have come, get out of my tavern! Don't cause an old man any more trouble."

Tyles squeezed the hide in his hand. He stared at the old barman. He whispered

"At least give me a direction, Alterac is so big..."

The old man glanced at the hip flask in his hand, and he pouted his mouth a little painfully, and finally said a place:

"The last place he appeared was Cowran's Dagger! Go."

"Thank you."

Tells picked up his silver silver jug ​​and sipped the fine wine out of it. He looked back, and the guys in the tavern who had not been drunk had quietly blocked the door of the tavern. Poor eyes looked at him.

There was a silent laugh in the corner of the assassin's mouth. His flexible fingers were flipped. A glimmer of light was moving at his fingertips. He walked to the entrance of the tavern under the eyes of everyone. Moving his shoulders, he didn't see how he moved. A thin red line appeared on the neck of a strong man standing in front of him. At the next moment, blood spewed out.

"It's just a bunch of shit."

In the low voice, the figure of Taylors was like a flying shadow, moving back and forth among the chaotic crowd, and the two shaped daggers were held in the back of his hand by each hand. A life.

The high-level assassins who let go of their hands completely faced these robbers who could only scare ordinary people. It was like the death of a reaping life. No one could stop him.

After 2 minutes, Tyles, who was covered with blood all over the body, pushed open the door of the tavern, still a hot sun shining on the barren ground, he pursed his lips, walked to the door of the tavern, took the old packhorse rope and Chewed his head to untie it and patted his neck.

"Run quickly, old fellow, I will be the only one to go the next way."

As he spoke, the assassin carried his carefully organized backpack behind him, recognized the direction, and quickly rushed out of the tavern, rushing toward the Alterac Mountains northwest of the Hillsbrad Foothills.

His mission goal is there, he must get there before he is caught.

Chasing and killing, this is the fate of the assassin.

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