3. The Land of Impossible. Alterac---Burning Fever for the Leader [16/30]
"This annoying sun!"
The scorching sunshine shines on the hilly land. The forest that was cut down due to the outbreak of war a few years ago has not yet recovered, making the land that Thales was once familiar with look a little barren.
Thales, who was dressed like a small businessman, held his pack horse and endured the sunlight. He walked slowly on the road near Tarren Mill, cursing the scorching sunshine from time to time while thinking about himself in his mind.
action plan.
This is not the first time that Thales has collected intelligence in war-torn areas. In fact, he has done many such things in the past few years. Not only has he been employed by nobles and businessmen from the alliance countries, he has even died for
He has served the spirits, and he was born in Nanhai Town. He is naturally familiar with the environment around Hillsbrad Hills, but the problem is that at this time, this land is no longer in his memory.
China’s hometown.
And this time he was hired by the notorious orcs in Azeroth to search for traces of another orc. Once discovered by others, his "good reputation" in Ravenholdt would be completely ruined.
.
Ravenholdt Manor, or the League of Assassins, doesn't care who they serve, as long as they can get due rewards. They themselves are a group of assassins who despise royal power and secular war. This is the "freedom" advertised by the League of Assassins, but then
Even so, it is a pity that in the war between the Alliance and the Orcs, Ravenholdt finally sided with the Alliance, and 80% of the members in the manor are humans. Counting the massacre of humans by the Orcs, everyone privately
Orcs' senses are not very good.
When he thought of this, Thales became even more disgusted with his mission, but he could not avoid this search due to emotion or reason.
"If I had known, it would have been easier to die in the Hinterlands back then. At least it wouldn't be as confusing as it is now."
Thales, a high-ranking assassin from the Assassin's League, frowned and cursed again, but he still had to do what he had to do, not only for the generous reward, but also to repay the kindness he incurred two years ago.
At that time, he was hired by a goblin merchant to explore the evil branch troll's fortress in the Hinterlands, trying to steal the trolls' treasures. As a result, he almost died in the cave full of spiders, if it hadn't been for the passing Thunder King.
With the help of Fenris, the chief of the clan, Thales, who was already deeply poisoned, had already died.
Of course, until now, Thales does not think that the orc chief Fenris is his friend. After all, for the assassins of Ravenholdt, only gold coins are the best friends.
"哐啷"
After staring at the vicious sun for half an hour, Thales finally arrived at Nanhai Town. He tied the packhorse to a branch in the shade, took a few steps forward, and opened the door of the town's tavern, even though it was still noon.
, but the tavern here was already sparsely occupied with many people, and the environment was not too noisy. But Thales looked around and saw from the dress and temperament of the drinkers that these guys obviously did not look like farmers.
If he read correctly, the people sitting here drinking at this time are most likely villains doing some business without money. From before the second grade to the present, such people are more and more common in the Kingdom of Alterac.
More and more are coming.
Thales carefully hid his contempt in the depths of his eyes. He nimbly passed over several drunken guys and sat on the bar. He waved to the bartender and an obscure silver coin flipped between his fingers.
After a moment, the silver coin was engraved with the symbol of a raven. When he saw the silver coin, the bald old bartender narrowed his eyes and nodded to Thales inaudibly.
A few minutes later, the two people were sitting in the corner of the tavern.
"Well, this ale is getting worse and worse."
Thales sipped the wine in the glass, put the glass aside with a look of disgust, tapped his fingers on the table, and whispered to the old bartender in front of him:
"What? Have you started making such dirty money recently?"
"Do you need good wine to entertain a group of robbers?"
The old bartender said casually, looked around and lowered his voice:
"What are you doing here?"
"Work!"
Thales picked up an exquisite little wine flask from his arms, took a sip of wine, wiped his mouth, and said to the old man in front of him: "Is there anything new happening near Tarren Mill recently?"
"If I remember correctly, you are still a member of Ravenholdt now, right?"
The old bartender did not answer Thales' question immediately. He blinked:
"The Assassin's League has its own intelligence point in Alterac. Your friends are collecting all the information about this damn place every day. So, as a high-ranking member, why don't you go to them instead of me?"
Is this retired old guy here?"
"Private work, private work, please understand, and among the fragmentary information collected by young children, how can an old man with roots in the local area get comprehensive information?"
Thales waved his hand awkwardly. He touched his left hand on the table and 10 gold coins were piled neatly together. The old bartender snorted meaningfully and tapped the pile of gold coins with his finger, like
Like magic, the gold coins disappeared in his palm, and he coughed lightly:
"Listen to my advice, Thales. Don't do this kind of private work. Lone Wolf is not an easy boss to deal with. If he catches you, you will be finished."
The old bartender reached for Thales' wine bottle and played with it for a few seconds. Then he raised his head and raised his chin:
"Tell me, what do you want to hear?"
Thales looked at his exquisite little wine bottle with a pained expression. He hesitated for a few seconds, and then lowered his voice:
"I'm looking for an orc..."
"Um."
The old bartender made an unintelligible snort. He threw the wine bottle in his hand to Thales with a wave of his hand, and his expression turned cold:
"Orgrim? Haha, I'm sorry, if you are such a big shot, this little thing is not enough!"
"Don't be too greedy, old guy!"
Thales gritted his teeth: "I just want some information!"
"Then I'm afraid you may not know how expensive information about Orgrim is now!"
The old bartender crossed his arms and said softly:
"After he escaped from prison, Lordaeron, Stromgarde, and Dalaran all sent their best spies to Alterac, as well as the bandits who occupied the mountains and became kings. They were also controlled by the bureaucrats.
They took advantage of it and searched almost inch by inch in the entire hilly area. There is also the Syndicate, you know them, right? A group of exiled nobles who are eager to restore their country. They are also frantically searching for the orc."
The old man pointed his finger behind him at the drunken villains. He lay on the table and looked at Thales:
"Why do you think they came to me at noon to get drunk? You see, it's not just you who wants to get some information from me, there are others, and their bids are much more generous than yours!"
The old bartender spread his hands:
"So why do you think I should help you? People in our field know not to talk about friendship with me. After Perenold lost his throne and the Prestor family fled,
Alterac is already a lawless place now!"
"This ghost place has no order and is completely out of control. Tarren Mill is visited by bandits every three days. Even the most honest farmer cannot survive. He takes his family and flees to Gilneas or Lordaeron. In the forest
It is also full of those "robbers" who fight over land almost every day, and bodies are thrown on the roadside every day."
The old man said nonchalantly:
"If Nanhai Town hadn't been protected by the Kul Tiran Navy, I'm afraid this place would have been treated as a fat sheep. Now when I sleep every day, I have to put a loaded musket under my pillow. Look around you, everywhere.
It’s a robber, a thief, a murderer, it’s too bad, now only the sound of gold coins can make me feel happy and relaxed.”
A hint of sadness flashed through his narrowed eyes, but soon they were covered by the philistine light. He patted Thales' wrist, stood up, and said in the assassin's ear:
"Little Thales, listen to my advice, leave here, don't go into this muddy water!"
"So you really have some information?"
Thales looked at the back of the old bartender. He gritted his teeth and took out something from the backpack he carried with him. He shook it in his hand. It was a wine bottle filled with elf-style carvings and inlaid with various jewelry.
, the most special thing is that there are several runes with unclear meanings engraved under the wine pot. As the runes shine, a trace of mist-like frost will appear on the surface of this gold and silver work of art.
The moment this thing was taken out, a dozen greedy eyes fell on Thales. Even the old bartender turned around and stared at the thing in Thales' hand. His eyes narrowed again.
He got up, then walked back to the assassin, sat opposite him, reached out and took the wine bottle from Thales' hand, put it in his hand and checked it repeatedly.
"Well, it's an antique that's at least over 2,000 years old. This emblem seems to be an inherited treasure of the noble family of Quel'Thalas, and it's also engraved with perfect necromantic runes. Gee, I can't even imagine it. You
Where did you get this treasure?"
The old bartender held the exquisite wine bottle tightly in his hand and looked at Thales:
"So, you have decided?"
The assassin closed his eyes, preventing himself from looking at the treasures that belonged to him just now. Those were the treasures he got from Tyrion Blade of Dawn 4 years ago. They are considered to be some of the most valuable items in his collection.
One of them.
He nodded stiffly, which made the old bartender sigh. After a moment, a folded animal skin was stuffed into his hand using a secret method of passing messages between assassins, and the old bartender patted it.
Taylor's shoulders:
"I don't know where Orgrim is, but more than ten days ago, the fleeing orc had a fight with the knight of Lordaeron. At the place where they fought, I found this. It should be carried by the orc.
Something like that, listen to me, Orgrim could have gone directly to the Arathi Highlands to join those rebellious orcs, but he didn't!"
"There is a reason why he risked his life to stay in Alterac. Orgrim is also looking for something, and the only clue is now in your hands. As long as you walk out of this door, you are now active in Alterac."
All the forces in Ranke will regard you as a thorn in their side, I can only help you up to this point, if you are lucky enough to be alive, I will treat you to a drink when you come back!"
"Now, get out of my tavern before those people come! Don't cause any more trouble for an old man."
Thales clenched the animal skin in his hand, stared at the old bartender, and whispered:
"At least give me some direction, Alterac is so big..."
The old man glanced at the wine bottle in his hand, pursed his lips in pain, and finally named a location:
"The last place he was seen was at Caullan's Dagger! Go."
"Thanks."
Thales picked up his small silver flask and drank the wine in one gulp. He looked back and saw that the guys in the tavern who were not yet drunk were quietly blocking the door of the tavern, using
He looked at him with unkind eyes.
A silent laugh appeared at the corner of the assassin's mouth. He turned his nimble fingers, and a dark light flickered on his fingertips. He walked towards the door of the tavern in full view of everyone. In the eyes of the old bartender who returned to the bar watching the show, the assassin
Even if he moved his shoulders, he could not see any movement. A thin red line appeared on the neck of the strong man in front of him, and the next moment, blood spurted out.
"Just a bunch of bastards."
In the deep voice, Thales' figure was like a flying shadow, shuttling back and forth among the chaotic crowd. He held two special-shaped daggers in his hands. Every time he struck fiercely, they would be taken away.
One life.
The high-level assassin who had completely let go faced these bandits who could only scare ordinary people. He was like the God of Death harvesting lives. No one could stop him.
Two minutes later, Thales, who was covered in blood, pushed open the door of the tavern. In front of him, there was still a scorching sun shining on the desolate land. He pursed his lips, walked to the door of the tavern, and tied the rope of the old draft horse to the door of the tavern.
He untied the bit and patted its neck.
"Run quickly, old guy, I will be the only one to walk the rest of the way."
As he spoke, the assassin carried the carefully organized backpack behind his back, checked the direction, and quickly rushed out of the tavern, heading towards the Alterac Mountains northwest of the Hillsbrad Hills.
The target of his mission is there, and he must get there before he is caught.
Chasing and killing, this is the fate of the assassin.
