Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 516 69. Clean up for the arrival of Lothar

   "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, turned her head and said to her grandson who was checking the situation of her subordinates:

   "It is said that the assassin's career is for a certain 'ideal', but in fact it is still open to money. Well, for an assassin, this is indeed a virtue."

   "No, Grandma, I believe what Blake said, he did it for the ideal. It's just that his 'ideal' is not the same thing as our 'ideal'.

   He was always so difficult to be understood. "

  Shore put his finger on the neck of John J. Keeshan, whom he had personally recruited before, and found that the guy's pulse was beating powerfully, and there was no bad sign, so he was relieved.

   He took out a small medicine bottle from his arms, put it on the table, looked back at his grandmother, and asked:

   "The list you just gave to Black doesn't seem right. At present, the only master assassins we know of who are sure to betray are Farad, Conn, Macross, and Carru Aurelius.

The disappearance of   'The Duke' also appears to be related to them.

  The factions of the two masters, Zazo Yaozhi and Dugan Wildhammer, are heading to Dalaran for an unknown purpose.

   There are also two masters, Leopold the Hunter and Rohan the Killer, 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 simple grandson. Are you not ready to apply to the organization for the 'Master Trial'?"

  Mother-in-law Xiao said without any psychological pressure:

   "If the Duke survives this time, with what I know about the old thing, he will definitely choose one of these masters to test you at random.

   These guys are not easy to deal with, everyone has two brushes.

  If Blake treats them like I did, and leaves them with some damage, even the slightest one, it can give you a really great advantage.

  I am disabled now, and we can only rely on you for the master seat in our family. As an elder, I will definitely give you more thought. "

"that is it?"

  Shore picked up the medicine bottle and poured it into a large amount of water, like a priest doing baptism. He picked up a handkerchief and dipped it in water, and poured water droplets on the unconscious men next to him.

   He said softly:

   "It's not just like that, right? Grandma, you are really careful, do you just want to see my brother suffer from your 'little tricks'?"

   "How to talk to the elders?"

  Mother-in-law Shaw said dissatisfiedly:

   "I just saw that our new 'Uncrowned' was full of confidence, so I just took advantage of the situation to give him some fun. Besides, those guys are in this situation now, and they plan to play the game of snakes and mice.

   Must give them a little pressure.

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

   This is a very important thing, one wrong move means the demise of the faction.

  I also borrowed Master Black's hand to convey a message to my 'old friends'. You can see how clear the two masters of the elf faction are.

Didn't    Baron Sangunar's "Terrorist" and Velles Deep Shadow's "Phoenix Assassin" follow Prince Kael'thas and set up defenses in Dalaran?

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

   As for those guys who don't wink and their brains are not good. It's not worth taking a second look when they die. "

   "Well said! But I swore I wouldn't leave Blake alone. His Uncrowned haven't assembled yet, and he's all alone in the city.

  Grandma, all my men are under your command.

  Tonight, I also want to be active. "

   Shaw said, the serious young man made a gesture to his grandma and jumped into the shadows, but Granny Shaw did not stop him. She has now lost "control" over her grandson.

   Although Shore respects her

   But didn't you see that this little guy gave orders to his grandma just now?

   "Alas, the future generations are terrifying."

  The silver-haired Pasonia Shore, dressed like a graceful old lady, sighed. She walked to the main seat of the round table in the basement and reached out to take out a pistol from her arms.

   fired a shot at the sky without looking at it.

The sound of   's shooting in the basement woke up the sleeping "elites" in unison, and a group of people subconsciously touched their weapons. This response was quite satisfying.

   "Okay, my grandson always expresses to me how much he values ​​your subordinates, but I now feel that you are not worthy of my grandson's attention.

   Seventeen people in total!

   was taken over by one person, and he was so embarrassed. "

   Granny Shaw leaned on the chair and said sarcastically:

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

  “Shu”

   The seventeen high-level assassins in charge of various affairs stood up straight, and Granny Xiao closed her eyes and said indifferently:

   "Tonight Dalaran has a 'big cleanup' event, you don't need to fight it yourself. After the two masters clear the leader of the traitor, you are responsible for dispersing and arresting the little ones.

  The Dalaran official side has already said hello. There will be no battle mages to interfere with your activities tonight. Dalaran is destined to bleed a lot tonight.

   And I have only one request.

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

   I'm an old man with old arms and legs, so I won't make trouble.

  Young people, you always think that this era belongs to you. Now, let us old ladies and gentlemen see your abilities.

Oh, right.

  If someone dies unfortunately, remember to die outside.

   Don't drag yourself back with serious injuries and be embarrassed, understand? "

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

  In a mage tower outside the Violet Castle, Maris, who was "rubbing" a room here in the name of the Nartharas Academy delegation, was repairing his arrows, and his door was pushed open.

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

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

   "It's in this town."

  Moros said softly:

   "The master said that those unsightly objects that should not exist will hinder the upcoming magic lectures at Nar'Thalas Academy, and he hopes that his Academy will have a perfect appearance in the human world.

   He didn't want the brilliance of magical truth to shine and be swept up in dirty politics. "

"Oh, I get it."

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

   he asked:

   "Won't Your Excellency the Steward come with me?"

   "I won't bother you anymore."

  Moros let out a hoarse laugh, he pointed to a dark red assassin costume in his hand, and said:

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

"understood."

  Marris laughed and walked out of the Mage Tower quickly. The street in front of him was very deserted. The battle mages who used to patrol in the dark seemed to be on vacation collectively tonight.

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

  The champion dog Desolate at the feet of Maris moved his nostrils, whimpered to the owner in a low voice, sniffed the smell of blood in the air, and hurried away in one direction with Maris.

   Soon, he saw a group of men in black silently picking up the corpses in the dark alley. Judging from the blood splashes on the surrounding street corners, a massacre had just happened here.

   But the perpetrator didn't leave any traces at all, he didn't even come here at all.

   This is the perfect assassination done with a bow and arrow.

   swept in the opposite direction of the arrow stuck on the ground, and Maris determined the approximate direction. He whistled and let the pet follow, threw out the hook and quickly climbed up the wall.

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

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

  The gauntlet is shaped like a claw blade with magic steel. He stood alone on a high dome, and the moonlight above his head shone, but did not cast any shadow on Black.

   In fact, in Maris' eyes, Black at this time is like a fog that doesn't exist, as if it will disappear under the moonlight all the time.

   He has replaced the inconvenient Corruptor's vest, and put on the death shadow armor and dark green Warden's cloak that he loves.

   A shadow moon blade hangs from his waist, and on the other side is a green crystal-like short sword dagger.

   Carrying a black quiver behind him, he took out a bone arrow sharpened by a snake man, put it on the bowstring, pulled the bow in the most standard ranger attitude, and aimed at the night in front of him.

  Marris did not interfere with the process.

   He was very much like seeing how his brother accomplished that artistic ultra-long-range sniper kill. Black maintained his sniper action, and after a silent five countdown, his fingers on the bowstring were gently released.

   The shadow-wrapped arrow began to rotate at high speed the moment it was shot, as if it disappeared into the night sky.

   Almost at the same moment, a small hole was shattered in the outer wall of a shop two hundred yards away, arrows flew into it, and an unknown cracking sound of skulls sounded in the dark.

   and the woman screaming, but then it was silent.

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

   "I've already killed three bosses and ten scumbags. You just came here, and you're still hiding there to watch my superb performance. Did you pay for the tickets?"

   Black turned back and cursed.

  Marris shrugged and said:

   "I don't know who the target is either. I can't just find a target on the street and shoot it, right? Who gave you target guidance? Is your uncrowned?"

   "Can't I lock it myself?"

  The pirate asked.

  Nathanos laughed, grabbed the bow from behind and said:

   "You're really good, but your tracking skills can't tell the target assassins in Dalaran in such a short time, not even General Lireza, nor even the legendary mages.

   Someone must be marking your target for you.

  Let me guess, Shore's men? "

   "Huh, don't you know if you come and see for yourself?"

  Black took out the jug and took a sip, and Maris jumped over quickly.

   At Black's position, he could see that in the dark night of Dalaran, where there were no street lights, there was a group of symbols that were not bright in the dark beating before the target point of the shot.

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

   However, to be able to snipe through walls silently like Black just now, the perception requirements of the ranger are extremely strict.

   "You and Shaw cooperate to hunt down these bosses. I heard that there is a master assassin in the city. I will go and play with him."

  Black patted Maris on the shoulder and waved towards the darkness in the distance. He carried the dark bow borrowed from Windrunner's mother, turned and jumped down to another place.

  The pirate disappeared in front of Maris's eyes at the moment of passing from the dome, as if into the moonlight. This made Nathanos feel a moment of silence for the unknown Master Assassin.

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

   It's just that he can't do the blind-sense shooting like a pirate, and can only use his own perception that is different from ordinary people to drive the tracking technique.

   "There are three people in the house. The target marked by Shaw's subordinates is on the far left. The wall is very thick, um, be safe, use the window as a springboard."

   Lordaeron's Ranger-General whispered to himself and adjusted his angle slightly.

   "Whoosh"

   "dang chi"

   "Poof"

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

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

At the same time, outside the Magic Commercial Street, on the path leading to the city gate of Dalaran, a carriage was galloping in the moonlight. Although the massacre against the mutineers had only begun less than ten minutes ago, the keen guys had already noticed it. It's not good.

   They resolutely chose to evacuate.

  Unfortunately, they chose the wrong path, which was almost full of moonlight.

   "Poof"

  The heads of the two coachmen driving the carriage rose to the sky in the blood, the cold breath made the horses run wild in fright, and there was a fight where the carriage windows were shattered.

   One second later, while the three heads rolled to the ground, a bald assassin holding a two-handed axe moved quickly and planned to jump on the eaves to escape.

   But faster than him was the invisible harpoon chain.

   The vicious and sharp barb harpoon stabbed into his waist, deformed his movements in one pull, and then blood burst out from behind the bald head.

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

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

   Looking at the bald assassin who stood up covering the wound in front of him, he stared at the blood-red seal on the guy's fingers, then looked at the fast-healing wound on his waist and the weird scales on the flesh.

Say:

   "Let me first confirm that I'm not looking for the wrong person, you are Master Kangen, the faction leader of the 'Beheader', right? If you don't talk, I'll just assume you are.

   You said you were a legendary warrior, how did you become a master assassin?

   Also, the depraved taste of the blood of the black dragon, okay? "

   (end of this chapter)