Azeroth’s Death Track

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Thales vowed that if he was given another chance to choose, he would never take the initiative to run to Kazmodan, the ghost place that should go to hell.

The Assassin Alliance is a truly large organization. Every member of it has a mission that can’t be done as long as they want to make money. Many of them are well-paid but also very dangerous adventures, such as going to a treasure trove of a kingdom. "Take" something, such as going to a well-guarded prison to save someone, etc.

As an international organization with deep heritage, the original intention of the Assassin Alliance was not to achieve "justice" or to have some kind of sacred mission. The reason for its appearance is very simple, it is for money.

After the first generation of assassins withered away in time, their juniors inherited this fine tradition. The current Assassin League is always collecting money, but the most unfortunate encounter in a stormy era is that many things are not you. If you don't want to do it, you don't have to do it.

Even the Assassin Alliance, after the reconstruction of the human empire, the links between countries have become closer, and intelligence organizations between various countries have begun to communicate with each other. As a result, the survival space of the Assassin Alliance has been greatly compressed, especially the current emperor. Your Majesty is not a decent person who likes to hire assassins to do things, which makes the Assassin Alliance face a serious business crisis.

In this case, in the face of the olive branch thrown by the empire, the leaders of the Assassin Alliance did not hesitate long before accepting the goodwill of the empire, and as a result, in the alliance, the mission of the empire's military increased rapidly.

Taylors is performing one of them. He was ordered to enter the battlefield of Kazmodan to collect enough information about the undead for the Imperial Center, about their arms, tactics, battle system and even logistics that may not exist at all. System, any information is required.

This is not a simple job, but after being absolutely rewarded, being blinded by love and investing all the savings, the shy assassin in the bag had to say goodbye to his girlfriend and rush to Kasmo Dan offered "loyalty" to His Majesty the Emperor.

Taylors is not a lucky person. In his short and young life, unlucky things always happened one after another. For example, now, at the moment of completing the task and preparing to evacuate, Taylors lightly crossed the ruins of the undead fortress and prepared Mixed with deserters and left, but when he looked up, he saw the scene where General Darnas was cut by Tyrion.

Watching the splash of blood fall on the contaminated snow, the scene almost made Tyers' heart stop and beat.

Now, less than a minute after that, he is facing a worse trouble.

"How long do you want to watch there?"

"Are you coming out yourself, or am I "please" you come out?"

Hearing Tyrion’s icy but familiar voice, Tyers repeatedly looked at the face and the back, and finally confirmed that the death knight in front of him who only looked at the standing posture was definitely looking for it a few years ago. The guy he traded.

Uh, he also passed a delicate, expensive hip flask from this guy, but the little cutie was used up a year ago.

"I hope he is not a vengeful..."

Feeling the shadows around his body getting colder and colder, Tyers swallowed, and finally stepped forward obediently, raising his hands and indicating that he was not malicious.

"Uh, I still remember you, your name is... your name is Liming or something, in short, I have seen you, we have worked together, handsome guy, I just passed here by accident... I didn't see anything!"

Tyles licked his dry lips:

"Let me go! My mouth is very firm, my friends call me "honest and reliable Tyles", I will never reveal your whereabouts! I can swear in my father's name!"

"Um...I remember you."

Tyrion turned his head to look at the nervous Taylors, with a glance in his ice-blue eyes. A moment later, a dark silver coin of the raven appeared on his fingertips. When he saw the silver coin, Thai His heart finally fell, and it seemed that Tyrion did not mean to kill him.

"Old friends always make people feel happy, but the problem is, I remember you said that you can find you in a tavern in the Eastern Continent if you need anything...I have found you three times!"

Tyrion's next sentence caused cold sweat to appear on Tyers's forehead again. He twisted his fingers nervously and stuttered.

"Uh, I have a lot of tasks to do this time. You also know that I am a high-level assassin. I am very busy. Besides, it must be those informers who have not contacted me. After all, how can an assassin's matter be called a missed appointment... .Say, what do you need me to do? I will do it immediately!"

Tells screamed on the chest, and Tyrion glanced suspiciously, and finally shook his head:

"I can't use you anymore."

This sentence made Tells subconsciously grabbed the dagger in his waist. Although he did not have much contact with Tyrion, this assassin could probably guess the mind of this big brother. The useless things will have no value. Things or people without value often end badly.

But just when he wondered if he wanted to get up, Tirion said slowly:

"I've done it, but... speaking of it, I do have a very annoying thing and need an excellent assassin like you to help me do it."

The King of Dark Blades narrowed his eyes and looked at Tyers:

"That's a very dangerous thing. Only really powerful guys can withdraw from the whole body. My only question is, are you the kind of powerful guy I need?"

"Uh, I..."

Taylors glanced at the magic sword that was constantly buzzing behind the King of Blades. He felt that his answer was very important for his life. After a few seconds of hesitation, he nodded:

"I'm!"

"Very good! I like confident people."

A smile appeared on Tyrion's face again, and he reached out and patted Tyers on the shoulder, lowering his voice:

"The great aristocrat Mograine of Lordaeron, I want you to check. Has he taken anything from the Battlefield of Burning Plain 5 years ago? If so, help me get it back. Of course, I will pay. Give you enough remuneration, a sum of money that you will spend all your life, and..."

"Your meaningless little life..."

The blunt threat Tyrion didn't say it, but Tyers, who was wrapped in dark red death energy, seemed to hear it, and his body became stiff.

Tyrion doesn’t seem to know what effect his words have on Tyers, but maybe he doesn’t care if he knows that the identity of the two has changed dramatically in the past few years. Judging from this, the high-level assassin Taylor is not a threat anyway.

"what is this?"

The King of Dark Blades was interested in taking a cursive document out of Tyers' arms. He flipped through a few pages, and he wrote a lot of content in scribbles, and even some poor stick figures It can be seen that this is the information about the undead army from the perspective of an assassin.

Tyres looked carefully at Tyrion’s expression. He had mobilized all his energy. Once Tyrion showed a trace of killing intent, he would immediately turn around and run away, but could he escape? I was not sure, especially after seeing Tyrion killing General Darnas like killing a chicken with his own eyes. Tells lacked confidence in his escape.

"Crap! All crap!"

Tyrion threw the intelligence that Taylors carefully collected for several days on the ground, and stepped on the foot accidentally or unintentionally. This made Taylors very distressed, but it was a lot of money!

"10% of the truth, 50% of the guesses, and the remaining 40% are entirely Huzhao."

The King of Dark Blades looked at the high-level assassin with a strange look:

"If it were not for me to know your details, I might think that you have been developed into our man by the little goblin of Nassa. With such intelligence to fight us, the defeat of the empire is destined. Of course, if the espionage of the empire It’s all your attitude to doing things and your style of doing things. How much should I save."

"Ah, I didn't plan to finish it."

Seeing that Tyrion didn't mean killing or killing his mouth, Tyrs's nature broke out. He leaned against the wall of the ruins and said carelessly:

"You don't know how much the bureaucrats of the empire want to know everything about you. The things I have collected can't be put on the table in your eyes, but it is definitely the life-saving straw that those bureaucrats need most, especially after experiencing this tragedy. After the failure..."

Tells glanced at the corpse on the distant battlefield. He closed his eyes and said:

"Compared to being beaten blindfolded, even if it is only half of the real intelligence, they will be treated as real treasures. The special form of existence of the undeads is destined to be impossible for the living to mix into you... At least there is currently no way to perfectly disguise as an undead, it is too difficult to get intelligence from you."

"And you have a lot of ghost-like guys under your hands...I suspect that they are definitely the top assassins killed and resurrected by you."

Tells coughed softly:

"They are our kind, and they no longer need to breathe, they don't have to worry about poisoning, they can control their bodies completely autonomously... they are simply perfect enemies of assassins."

"Thanks for praise."

Tyrion smiled calmly. After a while, he said to Tyers:

"The basic combat unit of the Legion of the Undead is a warfare group. There are currently 13 warfare groups deployed on the eastern continent, of which 6 are newly formed, and 5 warfare groups involved in the attack on the empire are currently under my command. There are 5 regiment commanders and 15 combat commanders, and 2 dark warlock regiments. After completely occupying Ironforge, I can form a Kazmodan regiment again. The choice of the regiment leader has not yet been determined. But it must be the "acquaintance" of those kings."

Hearing these military secrets, Tells' eyes were a bit dull. It wasn't until Tyrion stopped to speak that he returned to God. Looking at the King of Dark Blades in front of him, he showed a dull expression:

"what?"

"Isn't this what you need to get the messenger information?"

Tyrion asked back, and Tells was a little crazy:

"I mean, why are you, why are you telling me this?"

"Interesting question."

Tyrion's eyes changed a bit. He looked at Tyers and said:

"I never treat myself badly, so I will give you whatever you need, and I will help you get higher and more important in your system. Of course, when I need it... I believe that you will not refuse my..."Request"."

"Ok?"

Thales immediately understood what Tyrion meant. This was to ask him to be a double-faced spy, but the problem was that the risk was too great. In today's situation, once someone discovers that he is connected to the undead, he It is absolutely impossible to live out of the empire's borders.

He wanted to reject this "goodwill", but seeing the eyes of Tyrion staring at him, the eyes of the dead, made the high-level assassin suddenly dispel this idea.

"The empire barely learned something, but their superficial "beheading" tactics are meaningless."

Tyrion said slowly:

"The reason why the clan uses high-level knights to command subordinate knights and sub-level knights to command undead infantry is very simple, just to reduce the pressure on the knight's soul, but when necessary, a high-level death knight can control more than The reason for the 3000 undead infantry is that they don’t usually do this because it is not necessary, so the empire wants to actually perform "beheading", either killing the head of the army in one fell swoop, and then stripping down to the next level, or directly sending someone to kill me... ."

"You have also seen that I can command the undead infantry of the entire battlefield alone...this is still without using all my strength."

Taylors took out the new text and quickly recorded the information that Tyrion had said. He had already seen that he was not holding documents but a promising future. Of course, Taylors would not be stupid enough Taking out all of these things at once will only make others doubt him. He has to take advantage of the timing, but it is not difficult for high-level assassins.

"Do you know what the result will be if you take this information?"

Tells glanced at the King of Dark Blades:

"Many veteran assassins will smell the wind... your head will definitely be very valuable, no, the emperor may even replace your head with an earl!"

Upon hearing the words of the high-level assassin, Tyrion smiled indifferently:

"Count? This is a shame to me... Of course, I welcome those assassins to assassinate me. I lack the talents in this area, very lacking! Otherwise what do you think I would tell you?"

The exchange between the two did not last long, Tyrion would not be foolish enough to pass the really important information to the empire, but the "truth" he said was enough for the empire to digest for a while, and enough for Tells to change to An official that is not honorable, but important enough.

As the high-level assassin was about to leave, Tyrion shouted at him.

He took something out of his storage ring and put it in the palm of the assassin. It was a thumb-sized bottle with pure black suspicious liquid in it. When Tyers picked up the bottle, it was trembling. The liquid seems to be actively swallowing the surrounding light.

"This is a prepaid remuneration, the pure blood of the demigod of the shadow, it will make you more loved by the shadow, and will make you a king in the shadow, but the blood of the demigod is so domineering, if you can’t take stable within 1 year If you use medicine, you will lose the handsome look of human beings, lose all your senses, be swallowed by the shadows, and then become an ugly wind snake."

The Lord of Dark Blades reached out and helped Tells to twist off the bottle's seal, then took a step back, withdrew the magic sword, and looked at him calmly:

"So, drink it... you can take your bright future back to the empire."

"Or, join us with your beliefs and secrets."

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