Thales swore that if he was given another chance to choose, he would never take the initiative to go to Khaz Modan, a place that deserves hell.
The League of Assassins is a really big organization. As long as every member wants to make money, there are endless tasks to complete. Many of them are richly rewarded but also highly dangerous adventures, such as going to a treasure house in a certain kingdom.
"Get" something, such as going to a high-security prison to save a person, etc.
As an international organization with profound heritage, the original intention of the League of Assassins was not to achieve "justice" or have some kind of sacred mission. The reason for its emergence is very simple, just for money.
After the first generation of assassins withered away, their descendants passed on this fine tradition. The current Assassin League is always making money, but the most unfortunate thing about being in a precarious era is that many things are not yours.
If you don't want to do it, you don't have to do it.
Even the League of Assassins is the same. After the reconstruction of the human empire, the connections between countries have become closer, and the intelligence organizations of various countries have begun to exchange information. As a result, the living space of the League of Assassins has been greatly compressed, especially the current emperor.
His Majesty is not a decent person who likes to hire assassins to do things, which puts the Assassin's League facing a serious business crisis.
Under such circumstances, facing the olive branch offered by the Empire, the leaders of the Assassin Alliance did not hesitate long before accepting the Empire's goodwill. As a result, in the Alliance, tasks related to the Empire's military affairs rapidly increased.
What Thales is executing is one of them. He was ordered to enter the battlefield of Khaz Modan and collect enough information about the undead for the empire center, about their arms, tactics, combat system and even logistics that may not exist at all.
System, any information is needed.
This is not an easy job, but due to the absolutely generous reward, being carried away by love, and investing all his savings, the cash-strapped assassin had to say goodbye to his girlfriend and come to Kazmo
Dan has dedicated his "loyalty" to His Majesty the Emperor.
Thales is not a lucky man. In his short young life, unlucky things always happen one after another. For example, right now, at the moment when he has completed his mission and is preparing to evacuate, Thales easily crosses the ruins of the Fortress of the Undead and prepares to evacuate.
He blended in with the deserters and left, but when he raised his head, he happened to see the scene where General Danaus had his throat cut by Tyrion.
Seeing the splash of blood falling on the contaminated snow, that scene almost made Thales' heart stop beating.
And now, less than a minute after that, he faced an even worse trouble.
"How long do you want to watch there?"
"Are you going to come out on your own, or should I "invite" you to come out?"
Hearing Tyrion's cold but familiar voice, Thales looked at the face and back repeatedly, and finally confirmed that the death knight in front of him who looked amazing just by looking at his stance was definitely the one he found a few years ago.
The guy he traded for.
Well, he also passed an exquisite and expensive wine bottle from this guy, but that cute little thing had been used a year ago.
"I hope he's not a vindictive person..."
Feeling the shadows around his body becoming colder and colder, Thales swallowed, and finally took a step forward obediently, raising his hands to show that he had no ill intentions.
"Well, I still remember you. Your name was...your name was Li Ming or something like that. Anyway, I've met you and we've worked together. Handsome guy. I just passed by here accidentally...I didn't see anything!"
Thales licked his dry lips:
"Let me go! I'm very trustworthy. My friends call me "Honest and Reliable Thales". I will never reveal your whereabouts! I can swear on my father's name!"
"Well...I remember you."
Tyrion turned to look at the nervous Thales, with a trace of scrutiny in his ice-blue eyes. After a moment, a dark raven silver coin appeared on his fingertips. When he saw the silver coin, Tyrion
Else's heart finally dropped. It seemed that Tyrion had no intention of killing him.
"Meeting old friends always makes people feel happy, but the problem is, I remember you said that if I need anything, I can find you in the tavern of the Eastern Continent... I looked for you three times!"
Tyrion's next words caused cold sweat to appear on Thales' forehead again. He twisted his fingers nervously and stammered:
"Well, I have a lot of tasks to do during this period. As you know, I am a high-level assassin and very busy. Besides, those informants must have not contacted me. After all, how can the assassin's matter be called a breach of contract...
.Tell me, what do you need me to do? I’ll do it right away!”
Thales slapped his chest and shouted, while Tyrion looked at it suspiciously and finally shook his head:
"I don't need you anymore."
These words made Thales subconsciously grab the dagger at his waist. Although he didn't have much contact with Tyrion, this assassin could probably guess the thoughts of such a big boss. Useless things have no value.
Things or people without value often end badly.
But just when he was suspiciously thinking about whether to get up and take a gamble, Tyrion said slowly:
"I've already finished it, but... Speaking of which, I do have something very troublesome that I need an excellent assassin like you to help me with."
The Dark Blade King narrowed his eyes and looked at Thales:
"That's a very dangerous thing. Only really powerful guys can escape unscathed. My only question is, are you the kind of powerful guy I need?"
"Uh, I..."
Thales glanced at the buzzing magic sword behind the Dark Blade King. He felt that his answer was very important to his life. After a few seconds of hesitation, he nodded:
"I am!"
"Very good! I like confident people."
A smile appeared on Tyrion's face again. He reached out and patted Thales on the shoulder, lowering his voice:
"Mograine, the great nobleman of Lordaeron, I want you to check whether he took anything away from the Burning Plains battlefield five years ago. If so, help me get it back. Of course, I will pay
Give you enough compensation, more money than you can spend in your lifetime, and..."
"Your meaningless life..."
Tyrion did not say this straightforward threat, but Thales, who was entangled in the dark red death energy, seemed to hear it, and his body became stiff.
Tyrion didn't seem to know what impact his words would have on Thales, but maybe he wouldn't care if he knew. The identities of the two people have undergone earth-shaking changes in the past few years. With the current situation
From the looks of it, high-level assassin Tails is not a threat anyway.
"What's this?"
The Dark Blade King took out a hastily written document from Thales's arms with great interest. He flipped through a few pages. There was a lot written on it in scrawled handwriting, and there were even some poor simple drawings.
, you can probably tell that this is information about the undead army described from the perspective of an assassin.
And Thales looked at Tyrion's expression carefully. He had mobilized all his energy. Once Tyrion showed a hint of murderous intent, he would immediately turn around and run away, but whether he could escape, Thales
He was not sure either, especially after seeing Tyrion kill General Danas like a chicken, Thales really lacked confidence in his successful escape.
"Nonsense! It's all nonsense!"
Tyrion threw the information that Thales had carefully collected for several days on the ground and stepped on it intentionally or unintentionally. This made Thales very distressed. That was a lot of money!
"10% truth, 50% speculation, and the remaining 40% is complete nonsense."
The Dark Blade King looked at the high-level assassin in front of him with a strange look:
"If I didn't know your details, I might have thought that you had been developed into one of ours by that little goblin Nasa. Using such intelligence to fight against us, the empire's failure is simply doomed. Of course, if the empire's spies
It’s your attitude and style of doing things, how much worry should I have to worry about.”
"Ah, I had no intention of finishing it."
Seeing that Tyrion had no intention of killing people and silencing them, Thales' instinct kicked in. He leaned against the wall of the ruins and said nonchalantly:
"You don't know how much the empire's bureaucrats want to know everything about you. What I have collected may not be on the table in your eyes, but it is definitely the life-saving straw those bureaucrats need most, especially after experiencing this tragedy.
After the failure..."
Thales glanced at the corpses on the battlefield in the distance, closed his eyes and said:
"Compared to being blindfolded and beaten, even a piece of information that is only half true will be regarded as a real treasure by them. The special existence form of the undead is destined to make it impossible for the living to sneak into you...
At least now, there is no way to perfectly disguise yourself as an undead, and it is too difficult to get information from you."
"And you have many tough guys like ghosts under you... I suspect that they are definitely the top assassins who were killed and resurrected by you."
Thales coughed lightly:
"They are our kind, and they no longer need to breathe or worry about being poisoned. They can control their bodies completely independently... They are simply the perfect natural enemies of assassins."
"Thank you for the compliment."
Tyrion smiled calmly, and after a moment, he said to Thales:
"The basic combat unit of the Undead Legion is the battle group. There are currently 13 battle groups deployed in the eastern continent, 6 of which are newly formed, and there are 5 battle groups participating in the attack on the empire. Currently, I am personally commanding them.
There are 5 legion commanders and 15 combat commanders, as well as 2 dark warlock warbands. After completely occupying Ironforge, I can form a Khaz Modan warband again. The candidate for the legion commander has not yet been determined.
But it will definitely be those "acquaintances" of the king."
Hearing these military secrets, Thales's eyes were a little dull. It was not until Tyrion stopped talking that he came back to his senses and looked at the Dark Blade King in front of him with a dull expression:
"What?"
"Isn't this the information you need to submit?"
Tyrion asked back, while Thales was a little crazy:
"I mean, why, why are you telling me this?"
"Interesting question."
Tyrion's eyes changed. He looked at Thales and said:
"I never treat my own people badly, so I will give you whatever you need, and I will help you get to a higher and more important position in your system. Of course, when I need it...
I believe that you will not refuse my... "request"."
"Um?"
Thales immediately understood what Tyrion meant, which was to ask him to become a double agent, but the problem was that the risk was too great. Under the current circumstances, once others discovered that he had contact with the undead, he would
It is absolutely impossible to escape the borders of the empire alive.
He wanted to reject this "goodwill", but when he saw Tyrion's eyes looking at him, those eyes belonging to the dead, the high-level assassin immediately gave up this idea.
"The Empire has reluctantly learned something, but their crude "decapitation" tactics are meaningless."
Tyrion said slowly:
"The reason why the war group uses high-level knights to command lower-level knights and lower-level knights to command undead infantry is very simple. It is just to reduce the pressure on the knight's soul. But when necessary, a high-level death knight can control more than
3,000 undead infantry. The reason they don't do this usually is because it's not necessary. So if the empire wants to truly "behead" them, they must either kill the legion commander in one fell swoop and then peel them off to the next level, or send people to kill me directly...
.”
"You have also seen that I can command the entire undead infantry on the battlefield alone...and this is without using all my strength."
Thales took out a new text and quickly recorded the information Tyrion said. He had already seen that what he was holding was not a document, but a bright future. Of course, Thales would not be so stupid.
Taking out all these things at once will only make others doubt him. He has to seize the opportunity, but for a high-level assassin, this is not difficult.
"You know exactly what the consequences of taking this information will be, right?"
Thales glanced at the Dark Blade King:
"Many veteran assassins will take notice of this... Your head will definitely be valuable. No, the emperor may even trade a count for your head!"
After hearing the words of the high-level assassin, Tyrion smiled indifferently:
"Earl? This is a humiliation in my opinion... Of course, I welcome those assassins to assassinate me. I lack talents in this area, very much! Otherwise, what do you think I would tell you?"
The exchange between the two did not last long. Tyrion would not be stupid enough to hand over the really important information to the Empire, but the "truth" he told was enough for the Empire to digest for a while, and it was enough for Thales to change.
An official position that is not noble, but important enough.
When the high-level assassin was about to leave, Tyrion called to him.
He took out something from his storage ring and placed it in the palm of the assassin's hand. It was a thumb-sized bottle with a pure black suspicious liquid rippling inside. When Thales picked up the bottle, the trembling liquid
The liquid seems to be actively swallowing the surrounding light.
"This is a prepaid reward, the pure blood of the Shadow Demigod. It will make you more beloved by the Shadows and make you the king of the Shadows. But the blood of the Demigods is so overbearing. If you cannot take it stably within a year,
If you take the dose, you will lose your human handsomeness, lose all your sanity, be swallowed by the shadows, and then turn into an ugly wind snake."
The Dark Blade King stretched out his hand and helped Thales unseal the bottle, then took a step back, drew out the magic sword with his backhand, and looked at him calmly:
"So, drink it...and you can return to the empire with your bright future."
