Azeroth’s Death Track

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Under the shadow of moon night, when the shadow rushed to the East Valley with the Darkest Intelligence Bureau's most powerful hunters, the battle on the Federal Mission had already ended.

The 9th-level agent looked at the subordinate who was in a near-death coma. She and her current sisters, several psychics were nervously injecting fresh blood into their seriously injured body to ensure the two 7th-level agents Can sustain until being sent back to Stormwind City.

The bodies of the two were full of scars cut by holy silver weapons, wounds pierced by holy silver bullets, and horror marks similar to firewood burned by holy fire oil. In fact, if not because of Cordana and Marais are the vitality of the Rhine, if it is not because the attackers are eager to take Mekkatorque, I am afraid that the shadow will meet his sister in another way.

"How is this going?"

The voice of the shadow was cold, and anyone could hear the creepy killing in it. She turned her head to look to the other side. At the already-martial East Valley Station, the passenger cabin of the Federal Mission was like Like a terrorist attack, there was still a lingering dark breath in the car that was burned by flames.

"Myra, are you still alive?"

The shadow walked to another bed, where the blood lord Myra was lying. His condition was no better than that of Cortana and Malais. In fact, now Myra had lost his arms, his The abdomen was cut with a third of flesh and blood, and the same burned body looked like disgusting black charcoal.

But it was blood lord anyway. Myra was in a better situation than the 7th-level agent. Faced with the question of the shadow, blood lord opened his eyes hard. His left eye had turned into a scary blood hole, and his right eye also Full of blood, he replied in a weak voice:

"Fortunately...I can't die, but...it hurts."

"Who attacked you?"

Under the shadow-white mask, those blood-red eyes were beating, and she lowered her voice:

"Tell me, who hurt my sister? I will avenge you, I swear..."

"Shore, Joe Lacy. Ravenhold, Hemet, and a few guys I don’t know... cough, they are all first-rate masters... they are some Assassin masters, they are in their hands. There are weapons against the undead...I’m careless."

Myra closed his eyes in pain. He stretched out his burnt black charcoal-like hands and clenched the shadow's wrist. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Be careful... be careful Shoal, he has... weird... weird... dark."

"I know."

Shadow took a dose of blood essence from his waist and pierced Mylar's neck with a syringe. He said to the sleepy blood lord:

"Relax, let us do the rest, they will pay the price..."

Watching the wounded being sent away by the psychics, the shadow stood in place, and there was a flowing shadow in the night behind her. She tilted her head and said to the shadow:

"Look, they started the war again, and they slapped us on the face...it hurts."

"Notify the Dark Blade Intelligence Bureau that all agents above level 7 will gather at the Red Ridge Mountain at the fastest speed, let Black Shore and the action team start, and let the Valkyries also bring their weapons...Since you dare to come, don’t want to go Now."

"Also, immediately execute half of the Imperial Agents in the Federation! Send their heads back to the kings and tell them... it's war!"

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On the other side, in the savage Redridge Mountains, a group of people was riding on the evacuation point on the other side of the mountain.

The rescue operation has been half successful, and the remaining half is even more difficult. Less than 15 minutes after the end of the train robbery, a terrifying space anchor centered on the headwind trail and radiated to more than half of the federally ruled area. The demon Anastarian used Karazhan Mage Tower as a medium of cast, and used one person to cut off all teleportation in the entire Federation.

For a federation that focuses on engineering and technology, the consequences of space being blocked are not serious, but for these rescuers who are eager to get out, this is a very fatal problem, which means that they must run Out of this radiation zone, we can reopen the portal to another continent.

Of course, between the weak forces of the empire on the federal side, it is indeed impossible to adopt this extremely risky method of evacuation.

"Someone is coming, Shore..."

A weird voice sounded in Shore, causing the Assassin's Grand Master to immediately grasp Ma Rein. He looked back, in the vision of shadow blessing, above the red red ridge mountains behind, in the sky where moonlight and starlight were intertwined , The dense black spots have been lifted off.

That is the air power of the dark blade...

"Their response is too fast, hell."

Next to Shore, the leader of the Assassin League, Assassin Grandmaster Qorazi Ravenhold gritted his teeth and scolded:

"If the bureaucracy on the other side of the empire responds at this rate, then I will thank God."

"This is normal, everyone."

Mekkatorque, the master craftsman who was riding a warhorse with Shore, hugged his suitcase. The bumps of the warhorse made him dizzy, but he still explained with due diligence:

"Mechanical telegraph machines have been popularized among the federal government departments. This is only civilian. The high-end goods used in the Dark Edge Legion fully support short-frequency tactical exchanges within 20,000 yards. In other words, the undead It has got rid of the old-style information transmission. In terms of communication only, the Federation has been ahead of the Empire for at least 40 years. Oh, yes, last month they also replaced the latest life detector... "

Before Mekkatorque's words were finished, Shore poured a quirky potion into his mouth, but in a moment, all the life reactions of this team quickly disappeared, including within the horses, as if Suddenly turned into an undead.

"A potion of Northumbruck, which should be able to escape those detectors."

Shore pulled his cowboy hat down. He looked at his companion, and he turned into a gray eyes with a ray of decisive light. He said in a deep voice:

"We must separate some people from delaying the steps of the undead and attracting their attention..."

"Let me go."

Before Shore finished, a thick voice sounded behind him. It was an old dwarf carrying a black sniper rifle. That was old Hemet Nesingwary, Azeroth’s best known. One of the hunters is the helper invited by the empire this time.

Old Hemet sat on his war sheep, drinking and talking to others:

"Don't look at us like this, we are not crazy... Actually, I think the chance of successfully escaping with you is very low, and as a hunter, I prefer to take my "evacuation" plan."

The old dwarf grabbed the reins. Behind him, his ace team followed him. He waved towards Shore and Qorazzi, like a farewell:

"We will enter the Stranglethorn Vale from Redridge Mountain. I hunted there more than ten years ago. It is my "home field". I am also happy to play a "hunting game" with the undead who have destroyed Ironforge. "My friends, it is a pleasure to fight with you, but now, it is time to say goodbye."

"If you are lucky, we will see you in Kalimdor!"

Having said that, this very old dwarf tightened the reins of the War Sheep and led his team to the south all the way. In the dreadful darkness, he was carrying a heavy shotgun on his back, but it was quite chic. taste.

"Well, everyone says that the dwarf is difficult to deal with, but this dwarf is an exception."

Qorazzi looked at the back of Hemet leaving and said to Shore:

"Old Hemet is probably the kind of opponent that all assassins hate... The shot he used to kill the blood lord before was really amazing."

"How many hunters like him are there in Azeroth?"

Shore responded, and then looked around. After a few seconds of thinking, he held out his hand, grabbed the master craftsman's clothes, and threw it to Qorazzi.

"Go ahead with Mekkatorque! It is not enough to rely on Hemet, I have to go in another direction..."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for others to answer, Shore’s figure disappeared on the horse’s back. Compared with a few years ago, Shore’s stealth technique became more and more superb, and even let the same as Assassin’s master, Gorazi. Endlessly.

"Go!"

Qorazzi glanced at the solitary horse standing on the spot. He shook his head. The warrior had made sacrifices by example, and the rest of them would inevitably accomplish this **** rescue without humiliating the mission.

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"It's just you and me now."

On the ridge of Red Ridge Mountains, Shore was sitting on the cliff, watching the distant night, and the Zhishui Lake like a mirror reflected the starlight that was not bright. The night wind whistled across the ridge, those The sound of the leaves shaking makes the night look more peaceful.

Shore was talking to a unique being in his heart, just like chatting.

"Ghani, thank you for letting your heirs help."

"That's for those sacrifices you offered me..."

The weird voice sounded after a moment. It didn’t sound like it often talked. Between those words, there was always some stumbling, as if it was not familiar with the language of human beings. Its tone was strange and constant. Awkwardly "tempted" Shore.

"Speaking of it, Shore, don't you really consider being my priest? Old Garnico has never seen you as a gifted human being... when chatting with you, you can compare to the old-fashioned trolls of Zandalari. much better."

"really?"

Shore gave a chuckle, his fingers stroking on the silver pistol around his waist, he lengthened his voice and whispered:

"Do you want me to be your priest? Become a believer in the **** of thieves and scavengers? Or, do you plan to recruit more assassins and then change your name to "God of Assassins"?"

"Hey! Bastard, do you look down on me?"

The voice seemed dissatisfied, it screamed and said:

"Don’t forget, your shadow is kind to you, but old Garney personally gave it to you...Although the name is not very good, old Garney still doesn’t like the powerful and gorgeous guys, like old Garney hates Like those powerful Demon Tyrannosaurus, Old Garni will protect the weak, just like Old Garni will protect you..."

"If I remember correctly, I slaughtered a powerful triceratops for you in return for the affinity of the shadow..."

Shaw shook his head, a flash of light flashed in his gray eyes, and he whispered:

"We are dealing on an equal footing, mutual benefit... wait, there are "friends" coming."

At the moment when the voice fell, Shore's left hand waved, the silver revolver muzzle turned in the air, the trigger continued to pull, and six rounds of holy silver bullets roared in the night sky, and the low gunshot also tore the ridge. peaceful.

After the last bullet emptied, Shore stood up and stretched out his old gray cowboy hat, and opposite him, wearing black leather armor, looked exactly like Shore, and only the crazy black shining in his eyes Al has been forced out of stealth.

Blackshore, a 9th-level agent of the Darkblade Intelligence Bureau, lowered his head and glanced at the gloves and breastplate torn by the bullet. It was a proof that he passed the Holy Silver bullet. As long as he was a little later, the pair of undead bodies A very destructive bullet will penetrate his body.

But what surprised Black Shore was that Shore's extreme perception of shadow now...

In the confrontation a few years ago, Black Shore could sneak up on Shore to applaud, but now, before he was close to Shore by 10 meters, Shore was discovered in advance.

"very good."

Black Shore ripped the broken leather armor in one hand and threw the tattered gloves aside. He grabbed his two ice-like daggers, stuck out his tongue, licked the sharp blade of the dagger, he stared Dressed like a cowboy in front of him, he did not conceal his maliciousness, he said softly:

"Seeing that you have not deserted yourself in recent years, I am very happy, another me... such you, stronger you, when I personally kill you, maybe I will feel more happy... ."

"I don't feel any happiness..."

Shoel inserted the pistol back into his belt, reached out and pulled out two holy silver battle knives around his waist. Between the sharp blades, he bent down slightly, and a scar on the edge of his cheek was beating, indicating that Shoal was not calm. In the heart, he said:

"I just want to kill you, Black Shore..."

"Then come..."

Black Shore's figure disappeared suddenly, and Shore turned back suddenly, thrusting the Holy Silver War Blade into the back of nothing.

"clang"

Just like the battle between the two in the burning Storm City a few years ago, even the movement of the hands was almost exactly the same. Black Shore’s dagger quickly crossed on Shore’s war blade. Mars was splashing, and in a melee battle like a blade dance, his mad voice also sounded in Shore’s ears:

"This is a fateful battle! After tonight, there will be only one Shore left in this world! That is... me!"

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