Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 516 69. Cleaning up for Lothar’s arrival

"This friend of yours is really hypocritical."

In the basement of the MI7 temporary operation point in Dalaran, the one-armed Granny Shaw watched Black disappear. She turned to her grandson, who was checking on her subordinates, and said:

"You say you are doing the assassin job for some kind of 'ideal', but in fact you are still willing to accept money. Well, for an assassin, this is indeed a virtue."

"No, grandma, I believe what Blake said. He is indeed doing this kind of thing for his ideal. It's just that his 'ideal' and the 'ideal' we understand are not the same thing.

He was always so difficult to understand. "

Shore put his fingers on the neck of John J. Keeshan, whom he had personally recruited before, and was relieved to find that the guy's pulse was beating strongly and there were no bad signs.

He took out a small medicine bottle from his arms and placed it on the table. He looked back at his grandma and asked:

"There seems to be something wrong with the list you just gave Black. At present, the only assassin masters we know of who are confirmed to have rebelled are Farad, Conn, Macros, and Carlu Aurelius.

The disappearance of the 'Duke' also seems to be related to them.

The factions of the two masters, Zazo Brightfinger and Dugan Wildhammer, went to Dalaran for an unknown purpose.

There are also two masters, 'Hunter' Leopold and 'Assassin' Rohan, who have sent letters to Marshal Lothar, indicating that they will be on our side.

Why are they also listed as ‘suspects’? "

"Relieve the pressure for you, my innocent grandson. Aren't you ready to apply to the organization for the 'Master Trial'?"

Granny Xiaoer said without any psychological pressure:

"If the Duke is lucky enough to survive this time, based on my understanding of the old guy, he will definitely randomly choose one of these masters to test you.

These guys are not easy to deal with. Everyone has two skills.

If Blake can treat them like he treated me and leave them with some kind of injury, even the slightest injury, it can give you a pretty good advantage.

Now that I am disabled, the master seat in our family can only depend on you. As an elder, I must give you more thought. "

"that is it?"

Shaw picked up the medicine bottle, mixed it with a large amount of water, like a priest doing baptism, picked up a handkerchief, dipped it in water, and poured water drops on the unconscious men next to him.

He said softly:

"It's not just that, is it? Grandma, you are really petty. Do you really want to see my brother suffer a loss due to your 'little trick'?"

"How to talk to elders?"

Granny Xiaoer said dissatisfiedly:

"I just saw that our new 'Uncrowned One' was full of confidence, so I took advantage of the situation to have some fun for him. Besides, those guys are in this situation now, and they still plan to play a game of snake and mouse.

They have to be put under a little pressure.

With the Duke missing, they must choose between two sides.

This is a very important matter. If you make one wrong step, it will mean the demise of the faction.

I am just borrowing Master Black's hand to convey a message to my 'old friends'. Look at how clear the two masters of the elf faction are.

Didn't Baron Sangunar's 'Dreaders' and Vyles Deep Shadow's 'Phoenix Assassins' follow Prince Kael'thas and set up defenses in Dalaran?

Although those of us who sell our skills must be loyal to the commission, even assassins like us have to recognize right from wrong at some point.

As for those guys who have no eyes and no brains, they are not worth a second look even if they die. "

"Well said! But I have sworn not to let Black fight alone. His Uncrowned Ones have not yet gathered, and he is weak in this city.

Grandma, my men are all under your command.

Tonight, I also want to do some activities. "

Xiao Er said something, and the serious young man made a gesture to his grandmother and jumped into the shadows. Grandma Xiao Er did not stop her. She has now lost "control" over her grandson.

Even though Shore respects her

But didn’t you see that the little guy just gave orders to his grandma in a commanding tone?

"Oh, the future life is terrible."

Pasonia Shore, who had silver hair and was dressed like a graceful old lady, sighed. She walked to the main seat of the round table in the basement, reached out and took out a pistol from her arms.

He fired a shot into the sky without looking.

The sound of shooting in the basement woke up the sleeping "elites" all around. A group of people subconsciously touched their weapons. This reaction was quite satisfying.

"Well, my grandson always keeps expressing to me how much he values ​​you subordinates, but now I feel that you are not worthy of my grandson's respect.

A total of seventeen people!

He was taken over by a man and made into such a mess. "

Granny Xiaoer leaned on the chair and said in a sarcastic tone:

"Even if there are seventeen pigs here, they will definitely perform better than you. But I don't have anyone else to command now, so... the combat mission has been issued!"

"Shua"

The seventeen high-level assassins in charge of various matters present all stood up straight. Granny Xiao closed her eyes and said in an indifferent tone:

"There is a 'big cleanup' event in Dalaran tonight. You don't need to fight in person. After the two masters clean up the traitor leaders, you are responsible for dispersing and arresting the minions.

Dalaran officials have already said hello. No battle mages will interfere with your activities tonight. Dalaran is destined to shed a lot of blood tonight.

And I have only one request.

When the sun rises tomorrow morning, this city must become 'clean'! Except for the Elf Faction, MI7, and the Uncrowned Ones, all assassins from other factions will disappear!

With my old arms and legs, I won’t cause trouble.

Young people, you always think that this era belongs to you. Now, let us old men and women see what you can do.

Oh, right.

If anyone unfortunately dies, remember to die outside.

Don't come back with serious injuries and embarrass yourself, do you understand? "

——

"Mr. Nathanos, the master invites you to go hunting."

In a mage tower outside the Violet Castle, Maris, who had occupied a room in the name of a visiting group from Nathalas College, was repairing his arrows when his door was pushed open.

Moros, the undead butler, politely conveyed Blake's "invitation" to him. Maris was stunned for a moment, glanced at the dimming night outside the window, and said:

"At this time? Where to hunt? Is there any good prey near Dalaran?"

"It's in this city."

Moros said softly:

"The master said that those unsightly objects that should not exist will hinder the upcoming magic lectures of Narthalas Academy. He hopes that his academy will make a perfect appearance in the human world.

He did not want the radiance of magical truth to be shrouded in dirty politics. "

"Oh, I get it."

Nathanos nodded, picked up the Song of Flying Arrows, put the pot of arrows behind his back, and walked towards the door with his pets.

He asked:

"Your Majesty, Butler, won't you come with me?"

"I won't disturb you anymore."

Moros laughed hoarsely, pointed to a dark red assassin costume in his hand, and said:

"As a qualified steward, I must perfectly perform whatever the master orders. I am also an uncrowned one."

"understood."

Maris laughed and walked out of the mage tower quickly. The streets in front of him were very deserted. The battle mages who used to patrol in the dark seemed to be on a collective holiday tonight.

A cool breeze of summer night blew by, swaying the treetops on both sides of the street.

The champion dog Desolate under Maris's feet twitched its nostrils, whimpered lowly to its owner, sniffed the smell of blood in the air, and rushed in one direction with Maris.

Soon, he saw a group of men in black silently collecting corpses in a dark alley. Judging from the blood splattered on the surrounding street corners, a massacre had just occurred here.

But the perpetrator left no trace at all, and he never even came here.

It was a perfect assassination with a bow and arrow.

By scanning in the opposite direction of the arrows stuck on the ground, Maris determined the approximate direction. He whistled and asked his pet to follow. He threw out the hook lock and quickly climbed up the wall.

He ran forward along the dome of Dalaran's Magical Commercial Street, and finally found Blake, who was searching for the target three blocks away.

The latter was holding a dark and vicious war bow in his hand.

The part of the gauntlet is made of magic steel to look like a claw blade. He stood alone on a towering dome, with the moonlight shining above his head, but it did not cast any shadow on Blake.

In fact, in Maris's eyes, Blake at this time was like a non-existent mist, as if it would disappear under the moonlight at any moment.

He had replaced the Corruptor's robes that were inconvenient for movement, and put on his beloved Death's Shadow armor and dark green Watcher's cloak.

There is a shadow moon blade hanging on the waist, and on the other side is a green crystal-like dagger.

Carrying a black quiver behind his back, he casually took out a bone arrow polished by a snake man, placed it on the bow string, opened the bow in the most standard ranger posture, and aimed at the night in front of him.

Marius did not interrupt the process.

He wanted to see how his brother accomplished that artistic ultra-long-range sniping. Blake maintained the sniping action, and after a silent countdown of five times, he gently loosened the finger on the bowstring.

The arrow wrapped in shadow began to spin at high speed the moment it was released, as if it disappeared into the night sky.

Almost at the same moment, a small hole was opened in the outer wall of a shop two hundred yards away, and an arrow flew into it, causing an unknown skull cracking sound in the night.

There was a woman's scream, but then silence fell.

The Eye of Kilrogg on his shoulder was turning, looking at Maris, who was clapping his hands beside him.

"I've already killed three bosses and ten minions, and you just came and you're still hiding there to watch my superb performance. Have you paid for the tickets?"

Blake cursed over his shoulder.

Marius shrugged and said:

"I don't know who the target is. You can't just find a target on the street and shoot at it, right? Who gave you target guidance? Your Uncrowned One?"

"Can't I lock it myself?"

the pirate asked.

Nathanos laughed, grabbed the bow from behind and said:

"You are indeed very powerful, but your tracking skills are not yet able to identify the target assassins in Dalaran in such a short period of time. Even General Lylessa can't do it, and neither can the legendary mages.

Someone must be marking the target for you.

Let me guess, Shore's men? "

"Huh, can you tell if you see it for yourself?"

Blake took out the wine bottle and took a sip, and Maris jumped over quickly.

From Blake's position, he could see a group of symbols that were not very bright in the night beating in front of the target point where he had shot in the Dalaran night without street lights.

For high-level rangers, this is almost like hitting a fixed target.

However, to be able to snipe through walls as silently as Blake just did, the requirements for the ranger's perception are extremely stringent.

"You and Xiao should work together to hunt down these bosses. I heard that there is a master assassin in the city. I will go and have fun with him."

Blake patted Maris on the shoulder and waved towards the darkness in the distance. He held the dark war bow borrowed from Windrunner's mother, turned around and jumped to another place.

The moment he emerged from the dome, the pirate disappeared in front of Maris' eyes, as if he melted into the moonlight. This made Nathanos couldn't help but mourn for the unknown master assassin.

A few seconds later, another spot of light lit up in another place two hundred yards away. Nathanos took a deep breath and drew his bow on the dome like Blake.

It's just that he can't shoot blindly like pirates, so he can only use his different perception to track.

"There are three people in the house. The target marked by Shore's subordinates is on the far left. The wall is very thick. Well, be careful and use the windows as a springboard."

The ranger general of Lordaeron whispered to himself and adjusted his angle slightly.

"Whoosh"

"Danglang"

"puff"

Three different sounds exploded in succession. Maris moved his shoulders and said to the blue fox looking at him at his feet:

"Although it's not as stunning as him, it's not bad, right?"

At the same time, outside the Magic Commercial Street, on the path leading to the gate of Dalaran, a carriage was speeding under the moonlight. Although the massacre of the traitors had only started less than ten minutes, the keen guys had already noticed that Something bad has arrived.

They decisively chose to evacuate.

It's a pity that they chose the wrong road, which was almost filled with moonlight.

"puff"

The heads of the two coachmen driving the carriage soared into the sky amid splatters of blood. The cold breath made the horses run wildly in fright. There was also a fight with broken carriage windows.

A second later, as the three heads rolled to the ground, a bald assassin clutching a two-handed ax quickly planned to jump onto the roof and escape.

But faster than him was the harpoon chain that was stabbed invisibly.

The vicious and sharp barbed harpoon pierced his waist and deformed his movements with another pull, and then blood burst out from behind the bald head.

Blood splashed into the air, vaguely creating an illusory human shape in the moonlight.

The pirate holding the moon blade wiped the blood from his cheek.

Looking at the bald assassin standing up covering his wound, he stared at the blood-red seal on the guy's finger, and then looked at the rapidly healing wound on his waist and the weird scales on his flesh.

explain:

"Let me first make sure that I have found the right person. You are Master Conn, the leader of the 'Decapitator' faction, right? If you don't say anything, I will assume that you are.

You said you are a legendary warrior, how can you become a master assassin?

Also, the corrupted flavor of Black Dragon’s Blood, okay? "