Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Boom"

The sound of fingers knocking on the iron-cast gate was low, echoed in the dark alley of Lane 16 of Craftsman Avenue. A guy in the clothes of ordinary workers, about 35 or 6 years old, holding a half bottle of wine in his hand, looks drunk. Yes, he looked around from time to time, and there was a glimmer of cold light in the deep, drunk eyes.

"Boom...boom"

After 5 seconds, there were two more rhythmic knocks on the door, but the door in front of me was still closed. After another 5 seconds, the drunken man staggered on the iron gate and waved his fists. Beating the door with two hands like crazy.

The form is mad and full of the comics that the drunkard deserves, but listening carefully, there are not many knocks on the door, exactly 27 times.

"Click"

The lookout on the iron door was pulled away from inside. A black iron dwarf in a robe stared at the drunken outside with a fiery red eyes. He lowered his thick voice and said in a deep voice:

"Go away! The door says, strangers, alcoholics and dogs are not allowed to enter! Are you blind?"

"Come on, man."

The drunken human worker raised his hand, swallowed only the remaining wine in the bottle, then wiped his mouth, and made a nauseous hiccup:

"Long live the dark blade! Long live the black iron! I like this place..."

"boom"

After a few seconds, the door was opened from the inside, the drunkard lying on the door fell into the house in this dark alley, and the black iron dwarf leaned out his head, looking around alertly, making sure there was no vision around him After that, he slammed the iron door, and then quickly locked the seven locks behind the door one by one.

Behind him, the drunkard was afraid that the dust on his body would stand up in the dark. His eyes shone with a shrewd and strong light. Where there was a hint of drunkenness, he muttered and said:

"Which genius thinks about this program... Every time I go home after the joint, my wife will not let me drunk into bed, **** it."

This vomiting made the black iron dwarf who closed the door couldn't help but raised his head and looked at the ordinary worker in front of him. The dwarf whispered:

"Should I remind you, Bond, about your true identity? When you first wanted to get married, I said you were dizzy. Have you ever thought about it, once your identity is exposed, that pitiful What should I do with a woman?"

This rhetorical question made a human man named Bond stunned, and then he shrugged and said indifferently:

"It's just disguise, old Figo, aren't you the same? What about your two sons? Did they drive them away again?"

The black iron dwarf snorted and lifted the chandelier from his hand. Under the light of the lantern in his hand, he led the man with the joint all the way to the depths of his house. The old dwarf walked and said:

"It's enough for the Figo family to be loyal to the queen. My sons have nothing to do with this matter. I never let them participate. They both have a great future..."

Talking, the old dwarf lowered his voice:

"Damn, why is this time, I had planned to wash my hands two months ago."

"Come on, Figo, you and I all know."

The human man behind the dwarf put his hand on the dwarf's shoulder. He looked at the passage slowly reaching the end, he said:

"When we embarked on this road, we knew... we have no turning back."

The words came out. Both of them were silent. They lost interest in chatting. They walked in the dark and entered the basement of the house. There were already a few people waiting for them under the dim light.

The composition of these people is very complicated. There are human beings, dwarves, and a dwarf wearing a mechanic uniform. The clothes are covered with oil stains. It seems that they just came from the workshop.

"Bond, you are late."

An ordinary-looking man with hazy eyes stared at Bond, and he calmly made a funny joke:

"I thought you defected...just like Eddie, I think you should remember the scene when our two men executed the traitor?"

"This joke is not funny! Harold."

Bond glared at the joking man. He walked under the dim light, where a table was laid with a rough map and some signs. Bond looked at the map and the signs above. As an old member who was absorbed into the Lordaeron Intelligence Organization from a young age, he can see at a glance the scale of this operation...large.

"We have been lurking in the Black Iron District for almost 5 years. Previously, we used to do secret work such as stealing information or samples..."

Bond picked up the glass and sipped the cold water. He glanced at the silent man Harold, one of the 13 chiefs of the Imperial Agents in the Federal Reign, a real agent, who was meticulous, and The kind of killing without blinking.

When he saw Harold's serious eyes, Bond seemed to remember the scene where he followed Harold to execute the defecting agents, the splashing blood, the sobbing before death, the despair and fear, Allowing him to squeeze the cold glass in his hand subconsciously, perhaps to relieve the tension in his heart, Bond couldn't help but click on the map with his finger, he asked:

"So, this time it's really "big work", right?"

"Big and big kind."

Harold answered Bond's question with a cold smile, which also made other members of the basement feel cold in the spine. For the agent's line, unless it is the kind of madman who naturally loves to walk in the dark No one would be willing to do this job for a long time, and the agent’s task has a characteristic, the risk of small work is small, and the risk of big work is large.

In terms of the "expectation" Harold now shows, this time's task is expected to put everyone on the scene carrying the same risk of tightrope walking. Any normal person will not like to take risks, even if it is real. The agents are the same.

"Bang"

Harold reached out his finger and tapped on the rough map in front of him, attracting everyone's attention to himself. He glanced at everyone with a very deterring eye, and then coughed:

"Relax, guys, I know what you are hesitating, but listen to me, this action does not require us to participate, understand? The base camp will send enough elite people to mix into the Dark Furnace, um, maybe they have already come in, What we have to do is very simple. At 11 o'clock tomorrow night, we will find a way to create a little "motion" in the factory area to create opportunities for assassins who sneak into the city."

"Albin, did I get you the explosives?"

Harold looked at the dwarf standing on the chair. The dwarf wearing oily clothes, with a pair of flexible eyes, and a blue dyed hair glanced at the boss in awe, then some reluctant points Nodded:

"It's done, and it's enough to detonate one-twentieth of a city."

He said in a sharp voice unique to the gnome:

"Just placed in the warehouse of Isaac Mining Company, I am managing that warehouse now, you can come to pick it up at any time.

"well!"

Harold nodded with satisfaction, then looked at the men around him, his fingers nodded vigorously at three points on the map, and then said:

"Bond went to the first district, the second district of Halver, and the Brothers Grimm was in charge of the third district. Listen, all we have to do is bury the explosives, erase our tracks, and then ignite it. We are okay, understand? Brothers."

"The mission the empire has given us is far more than that. We need to protect ourselves and continue to serve the empire in a useful way..."

Harold said something, took something from his pocket, and put it in Bond's hands. He increased his voice:

"This is the reward given to you by King Alsace, Bond. The weapon sample you got last month made the King very satisfied. He even gave you the status of Lord Lord! Although this glory cannot be made public, But the entire kingdom and even the entire empire will remember you, will remember us... this is what you deserve!"

Bond touched the cold metal gadget in his hand. It was a delicate coat of arms, representing his new glory. For a spy walking in the dark, such glory is very precious, which means As long as he can end the current lurking mission and return to the imperial reign area, he can become a real nobleman.

But in this period of latent time, once this delicate gadget was discovered, it was enough to kill him. Those who do secret work should not be too famous.

The imperial agents who had been lurking in the Federation at the same time as Bond had no one. Some died in the wits and bravery of the agents of the undead, and some chose to defect. The rest are the same as him. Silently insisting in the dark that the empire's westward crossing had a great impact on these loyal agents. In those months, many agents had chosen to leave in a daze, or simply surrendered to the Federation.

It was a period of ups and downs, but then it was back on line with the Empire, and the daily activities of the agents were on the right track. Oh, it is worth mentioning that Bond and his current wife were in that chaotic time. married.

"Okay, brothers!"

Harold put his hands on the table, and there was a hint of radiance in his hazy eyes. He said in a deep voice:

"The counterattack of the empire will be carried out by our own hands. We will use a gorgeous firework to declare to the clutter who betrayed the race and stood with the undead that the empire will never admit defeat! Human supremacy! The empire supreme!"

"Go, brothers, tomorrow night, we will fulfill our mission!"

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In the dark room, Bond was leaning on a soft sofa. His eyes stared blankly at the darkness in front of him. On the table in front of him, there was a bottle of open rum, playing in his hand. No one knew what he was thinking about that delicate coat of arms.

"Ding Dong"

The door that was pushed open rang the wind chime at the door. This sudden sound made Bond sitting on the sofa unconsciously raise his head. The crest in his hand was between his fingers, as if it was magic. Disappeared.

The bright gas lamp was twisted off, and Mrs. Bond, holding a bag of vegetables and food, walked into the room. The latter seemed to be in a good mood. She put the food in the mechanical refrigerator, then walked into the living room, and saw the person drinking. Husband, this made Mrs. Bond's good mood flew out of Jiu Xiaoyun immediately.

With her arms akimbo and arms folded, she stared at her husband from behind. After a while, she asked:

"Why didn't you go to work today? Do you know how much gas fee we have to pay this month? And the rent... aren't we talking about saving money to buy a house in North County or a small farm in the wilderness of the West? Have you forgotten?"

This series of questions made Bond not interested in answering at all. The poor woman did not know that she was just a... prop used by senior detective Bond to disguise her identity.

Seeing her husband not answering, Mrs. Bond's anger was more intense, she stepped forward, threw a folded piece of paper on the table in front of Bond, then turned around and walked back to the bedroom, high heels and floor The sound of the collision rang in the house. This kind of quarrel between ordinary people made Bond very disgusted. He even had the idea of ​​falling away.

"I must have been dizzy."

Bond shook his head, and he felt more and more that Old Figo's complaint was correct. As a blind agent, he shouldn't be married... But who can tell the story about hormones?

The senior detective, who had been drinking a bit, picked up the glass, then picked up the origami that his wife threw on the table, opened the origami in a casual gesture, and glanced at it.

"boom"

The glass of half a glass of wine fell on the floor, and the broken glass fell everywhere. Bloody liquid drenched the hem of Bond's pajamas, but the agent was like being petrified.

"boom"

It was like a sudden burst of emotion. He punched a punch on the table in front of him. Like a beast, he flew the table out. The movement made the angry Mrs. Bond startled. After rushing out of the bedroom, I saw a husband who was angry like a lion. The crazy gesture that she had never seen before.

The poor woman from Arathi Highlands was terrified by the sight. The bond she was familiar with, the somewhat shy middle-aged man, was gone. Instead, another devil seemed to dominate his body.

Feeling the noise coming from behind, Bond turned his head, he was breathing like an angry orc, but the moment he saw his wife, the murderous eyes in his eyes became gentle in an instant, and he was a little bit uninformed. Looking at the messy floor beneath his feet, he took a deep breath, then slowly walked to his wife, kneeled down on one knee, and put his ear on his belly.

He asked in a gentle tone like never before:

"Is it true? My Hers? I have children, right? Sorry, I just, I'm just too excited...some things, some things I have to arrange...but I have to confirm first , You’re not lying to me, right?"

"Of course, my Bond, didn't you keep telling me, do you want a child? You see, the Holy Light has been with us again."

Mrs. Bond reached out her hand and stroked Bond's hair like she was taking care of the child. At this moment, she felt the incomparable warmth. This poor woman who had lost everything in the war, once again felt the warmth of her home.

It's a pity... she didn't know that her husband's heart was desperately cold...

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