Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 575 128. I guess you must not like hunting

   On the way to evacuate Lordaeron, Anduin Lothar, who almost had his arm cut off by Grom's axe, looked back at the people who were still following him.

When the    orc raid began, the mighty Grom Hellscream, with the help of Varok Saurfang, dragged down three great knights, including Uther Lightbringer with the Holy Artifact.

  Bronzebeard Prince Muradin was entangled by Fenris, the king of the wolf cavalry, when he was evacuating.

  Kagas reappeared just now, and Granny Shaw and the great knight Bolvar Fordragon, who were with him, joined forces to stop him by falling into the city.

   Now with him, there are only Prince Falstad of Wildhammer, and little Varian, as well as some loyal warriors and griffin knights.

  The protectors of the high elves, except for Rommath, the Silvermoon Archmage, were all in Dalaran at this time. The unexpected appearance of the Blue Dragon King cut off all the possibility of teleportation.

   Prince Kael'thas and the Council of Six couldn't do it quickly if they wanted to.

   Dalaran and Lordaeron City are so close, it will take time to travel by land.

  The defense around Lothar has been weakened to the extreme by the attacks of the orcs, and the looting behavior of the Blackrock Marauders led by Red Blackhand has caused chaos to spread rapidly from the royal city to the entire city.

  The city has been thrown into chaos, and Lothar's available support has been greatly diminished.

   If he is the mastermind of this assassination, then this time is the perfect time to execute the assassination. Therefore, those assassins who are hiding in the darkest and looking for opportunities should be here

   "Poof"

   When this group of flying knights crossed the walls of Lordaeron, the sudden volley of strong crossbows caught the arrows of the three Griffin knights at the front of the group by surprise.

The dwarf riders fell down with the gryphon mounts hit by the thick crossbow bolts, these rough-skinned guys won't die here, but they still curse in "hometown", screaming and spinning into the city In the lake under the cliff below.

  The well-trained griffon knights spread out immediately.

   But from above the city wall in front of him, a group of black-robed assassins with war bows stood up in unison, and poured arrows toward the griffins flying in the sky.

   Wildhammer dwarves are not afraid of such an attack.

   They have many ways to attack from high altitude and easily kill this group of outlaws, but the problem is that the dwarves are now performing the most troublesome protection tasks.

   The other assassins don't need to defeat them at all.

  Assassins only need to seize the opportunity to kill Anduin Lothar to claim victory while leaving the bitterness of defeat in the hearts of the dwarves.

   "Storm Hammer! Volley!"

  The leader of the Wildhammer dwarves, Falstad, took the silver-gray flying hammer from his waist, and smashed the warhammer in his hand toward the city wall with the impact of the high-speed flight of the Griffin.

   The other gryphon knights, like Falstad, bombarded the assassins on the city walls with small flying hammers from the sky.

   These warhammers enchanted by the Wildhammer Shaman will emit dazzling thunder when they land, and can also release the elemental magic stored in the warhammer, causing all enemies within the attack range to enter the electric paralysis for a short time.

   This is the main long-range attack method of the Griffon Knights, and it is extremely powerful.

   In just two rounds of salvo, half of the assassins who appeared on the entire city wall were eliminated, and the rest left their bows and crossbows and turned and fled. But it doesn't matter, they have achieved their purpose.

  The griffins that Lothar and Varian were riding were hit by a rain of poisoned arrows. At the last moment of their lives, the loyal beasts stretched their wings and gliding with difficulty, and fell to the bottom of the walls of Lordaeron as if out of control.

   The injured old marshal was thrown out in mid-air. He hugged Varian tightly in the air, trying to arouse his anger, and wanted to complete a heroic jump to dissolve the impact.

   But Grom Hellscream's beheading axe just now was too overbearing, making the old man's anger run very poorly now.

   He can only hold the king of Stormwind Kingdom, Varian, who he regards as his adopted son, in his arms, and use his body to protect this young man who is destined to have a bright future, and may even become the future hope of human civilization.

   "Om"

Lothar is used to doing his best to protect Varian after the death of his friend Ryan Wrynn, but he occasionally forgets that Varian Wrynn is no longer the powerless and lost man he used to be. All the poor kids have.

   He also already has his own power.

   As the warm holy light burned and reverberated, a thick sacred barrier was called by the king, blessing around him and Lothar, causing the two of them to fall to the ground from midair, unscathed.

   "bass"

The old marshal's emperor's sword was lifted by Varian, and the golden flame of holy light was wrapped around the blade. After falling into this dark alley, the young king drew his sword without fear and stood on Lothar's body. forward.

   He felt the shadows shaking around him.

   There are dangerous master assassins around here, probably more than one!

   "I won't allow them to hurt you, Marshal."

  Varian held the Emperor's Sword Stromka in both hands, looked around vigilantly, and said to Lothar, who had his arms lowered behind him and stood up with difficulty, without turning his head:

   "You used to protect me, but today it's my turn to protect you."

  Varian's voice was so calm that it didn't look like a seventeen-year-old sent into a desperate situation.

   He never seemed to despair, even at this moment when surrounded by enemies.

   And the powerful magic steel sword of the barbarian king in the hands of the little king has perfect energy conduction, whether it is the anger of the warrior or the holy light of the paladin, it can make it produce the effect of "energy sharp blade".

The    long sword lingered in his hand with a throbbing golden light blade, illuminating the surrounding shadows a lot.

   "No, child."

  Lothar shook his head, and the old marshal placed his still movable right hand on Varian's shoulder. In the strange shadows flowing around him, he said:

   "I'm not old enough to need a young man and a half to protect me. Listen to me, they came for my life today, as you saw it, Varian.

   This is no ordinary political affair.

   Orcs, Black Dragons, Assassin League and Elves are all involved, this matter may be caused by me, but at this point, it is out of our control.

   You must leave now!

   Not only have to leave Lordaeron, but also leave the northern border and return to the Kingdom of Stormwind. Perhaps a storm is about to strike, and you must fulfill your sacred oath.

   I don't need you to choose between your people and me, Varian.

   You have to choose them! "

   "Listen to the marshal, young king, he is right."

  Lothar's voice fell, and a gloomy voice with a few strands of magnetism rang out in the surrounding darkness.

   seems to be sarcastic.

   But if you listen carefully, you realize that this mysterious guy is just saying what he thinks.

   As Varian and Lothar watched, a veil of shadows rolled up in a faint wind of darkness.

   A group of people dressed in black loomed in the dark wind. There were about thirty of them, most of them were humans, and there were a few tall people who were supposed to be elves, as well as short dwarfs and dwarves.

   Seeing them holding weapons in their hands, silently surrounding them, watching their walking in the dark, and seeing the icy breath they exude, you know that these guys are real assassins.

   is a super-assassin that combines the absolute elite of two assassin factions, and has been strengthened by dragon blood. Each of their bodies has been strengthened into a "critical" state.

   You only need to sum up your own set of power system, you can be promoted to the extraordinary legendary realm.

The two leading men appeared twenty yards in front of Lothar and Anduin, one behind the other. The former was wearing a black dragon-scale armor, a dark helmet, and a long and Short two daggers.

   The one at the back is a big bald head, wearing a black battle uniform, and tattooed strange lines on his bald head, which looks full of a sense of religious ritual.

   This weapon with a big bald head looks fierce, but it is two small snake-shaped daggers, which is extremely inconsistent with his size.

   "Master Farad, Master Karru Aurelius."

  Lothar, surrounded by the elites of the faction of the two Master Assassins, was not panicking.

   He straightened his back, drew a short sword for self-defense from behind, looked up at the two masters in front of him, called them by name, and said:

   "During the most difficult period of the Orc War, it was thanks to the activity and hard work of the two that the Orc Juggernaut and the Shadow Council Assassins were not able to cause more terrible damage to our commanders.

  I still can’t forget that when I first met the two masters, you were performing a reverse osmosis mission. You were covered in blood and lying in the camp tent exhausted.

   That time you went to thirty-seven people, resisted twice as many orc assassins, and only came back seven.”

   "It's six."

   Faraday with a battle helmet said calmly:

   "My cousin wailed all night after he came back. The blood ring orc's toxin damaged his eyes and kidneys. Before the sun rose, I had to give him a relief with my own hands."

   "Condolences."

  Lothar paused and said:

   "What I want to say is that we have all survived such difficult times, so why do we have to fight each other with swords after everything has gotten better?

   I don't think you'll give me an answer that it's for the gratuity.

   Now has come to this moment, maybe I will die in a while, I hope I can know the answer to this question I want to know before I die.

   for strength? status?

   Or for some kind of faith? "

   "No, it's not as complicated as you think, Marshal."

  Falad still used the name of the previous war to call Lothar, and even with an undisguised respect, he did not hide his thoughts, but said frankly:

   "It has nothing to do with status, status, or power, and it has nothing to do with belief.

  It’s just that when the meaning of our existence is about to be erased, when the cause we have fought for our whole life is about to collapse, when we are about to lose the only value of existence in this world, we will fight back.

   The only things we have.

   Others want to take it from us, how can we let them succeed?

   Actually, it doesn't have to be you, Marshal.

  You are a respectable man, I always thought you were the only and truly great man on this earth, but unfortunately, I am not as fearless and upright as you are.

  Between your life and mine, I will choose myself without hesitation. "

"I do not understand."

  Lothar shook his head, and he also said frankly:

   "Maybe it's because I'm not an assassin.

   But I feel your helplessness and pain, Master Farad, maybe we can shake hands and make peace, maybe we can end this dispute in another way.

  I will help you get back what you have taken, I swear. "

   "We are assassins, we are Ravenholdt, we will take what we need ourselves, so you won't have to do it."

  Farad and the silent big bald Karl Aurelius drew their weapons at the same time, and in the shadows around him, he said in a hoarse voice:

   "Marshal, go all the way."

   "Poof"

The moment    Farad disappeared into the shadows, several clusters of blood light burst out at the same time.

   But not Varian or Lothar, but among the elites of the two factions who jumped out of the shadows.

  The magic arrow of the elf pierced through the shadow and shot out, and a thin figure shuttled back and forth in the darkness, as well as the roar of the dog and the wolf, the growl of the bear, and the arc of lightning that shone.

   This scene stunned Varian, who was already clenching his sword and preparing to fight to the death.

   But Lothar showed a smile, and the smile that looked at Farad in the dark frowned and his heart sank. He realized that the situation was wrong, but now the arrow was on the string and he had to send it.

   "MI7 is at your service, Your Majesty. You didn't need to fight with a sword until we died. Now, please stand back a little so that blood doesn't splatter on you."

  Shore sounded beside Varian with a teasing voice, which made Varian Wrynn, who was worried in his heart, immediately relaxed.

   He trusted his intelligence chief very much.

  Shore is indeed the kind of character that can be reassuring.

  The elites of MI7 he brought, and the Uncrowned's "Dark Ravens" fought against the rebellious assassins in the shadows, and from time to time there were the bold shouts and harsh gunshots of the dwarf old Hemet.

On the other side, Nathanos, who was carrying a war spear and a war bow, also broke through the shadow curtain. As he moved, he shot deadly arrows one after another towards the figures in the shadows around him expressionlessly. .

   "Fallard, Karru, you still have a chance to make a choice."

  Lothar cried out:

   "You are all heroes who have contributed to the alliance. No matter what you drink, no matter what you become, you can still look back!"

   "You still don't understand, Marshal."

   The voice of the Master Assassin sounded from behind Lothar.

   Along with the sound, there were also two poisonous daggers that stabbed behind Lothar. This backstab was fast and ruthless, and its speed was so high that it even brought out an afterimage.

   But before he could touch Lothar, Farad was hit in the chest by a foot kicked out of the shadows.

   His strength was not great, but his attacking action was deformed, and he escaped the engagement circle with a light back jump.

   "You don't tell others what you want to do, but you keep saying that others don't understand you! Are you a mature and stable master assassin, or a little girl in love?

   always makes people guess, is it annoying? "

   Black, who was wearing the Shadow of Death Armor, emerged from behind Lothar with the Moon Blade.

   He snapped his fingers.

   Imp, Felguard and Big Beholder burst out of the Fel Portal, bringing a pack of mad Hellhounds to join the siege against the rebellious assassins.

  The pirate performed the classic attacking action of a watchman, pointing the moonblade diagonally at Farad in front of him, he said:

   "I heard you're a very old-fashioned person, and I guess you don't have much entertainment. You don't like hunting, and you don't like fishing, do you? I suggest you take the time to learn.

   This hobby is great for those of us in high-risk industries who are always on edge.

   Of course, the premise is that you have future words.

   Ah, the long hunt finally ends today. You said, if I kill you, will the annoying Ravenholdt be over? "

   (end of this chapter)