Alterac's Restorers---Lonely Brothers for Volley【10/10】
Dark Portal in the spring of 2014, a bad time.
In the second half of 2013, after the Battle of Khaz Modan failed and news of the fall of Ironforge spread to northern Xinjiang, the territory of the newly rebuilt Human Empire seemed to be in turmoil for a time. Many nobles chose to abandon everything and flee, especially
They were the minor nobles of the Kingdom of Stromgard. They were afraid of the life-and-death war that would break out in the wetlands and Arathi Highlands, and almost fled their country one after another.
But what happened in the next few months showed the stupidity and short-sightedness of these guys.
The undead did come, but they did not come out in droves. The silent dead only sent three battle groups. About 200,000 undead were entrenched in the wetland. Opposite them were 250,000 undead led by the human emperor Lothar himself.
The human soldiers almost drained all the standing armies in Northern Xinjiang. Both sides did make a few tentative attacks in the disgusting mire of the wetland, but then they fell silent again like hibernating beasts.
Judging from the news sent back by the spies hiding in southern Xinjiang, there is no large-scale mobilization of troops in the area controlled by the undead. Everyone knows that the undead must be planning some kind of conspiracy, just like they raided the iron furnace from underground
The castle is the same, but the problem is that maintaining the supply of 250,000 soldiers in the Arathi Highlands has almost overwhelmed the empire. If he wants to take the initiative, Emperor Lothar must wait patiently.
While you are waiting for the undead to reveal their flaws, you must also wait for the bad things within the empire to be resolved.
Yes, even at this moment when the life of the human empire is at stake, the empire is still not very peaceful. The first troublesome problem is the increasingly violent lycanthropy crisis in Gilneas. King Genn Greymire of Gilneas
In order to stop the invasion of lycanthropy, the entire nation built the "Greymane Wall", a giant wall that could not be conquered at the entrance to the peninsula of Gilneas, and banished the lycanthropic patients to the Silverpine Forest to fend for themselves.
destroy.
At the other two exits of Silverpine Forest, the Kingdom of Alterac and the Kingdom of Lordaeron also deployed necessary troops to prevent lycanthropes from bringing the disease into their countries.
It can be said that in the past few years, Silver Pine Forest has become a deplorable place, where nearly 100,000 lycanthropic patients are wandering and waiting to die.
But even this cruel method failed to prevent the spread of the disease in Gilneas. Just last month, a lycanthropy epidemic broke out in Gilneas's most important port city, Dragonbone Port. That city has now been destroyed by loyalists.
King En's soldiers surrounded him, and a brutal massacre could break out at any time.
Among the soldiers supporting the Arathi Highlands, Gilneas sent the smallest number of soldiers, but no one, including His Majesty Daelin, who has the meanest mouth, can accuse King Zeon of not fulfilling his promise, because Gilneas's plight has now been
All the kings knew about it, and for Emperor Lothar, he just hoped that the lycanthropy crisis in Gilneas would not spread anymore.
However, the disaster in Gilneas was not without its positive effects.
Some druids... some night elf druids with mysterious origins began to sneak into the forests of Gilneas two years ago, and even entered the country of Gilneas through loopholes in the Greymane Wall.
After the erratic druids were discovered, they claimed that they were here to treat the "werewolf infection" epidemic, and their private actions soon gained support from the Human Empire, which was struggling with this.
In the past two years, more and more night elf druids have appeared in northern Xinjiang. They don't care about human wars at all. They seem to only care about the epidemic of werewolves, and they do have a way to prevent the infection of lycanthropy.
Method, and what makes people laugh is that with the "enthusiastic" help of these natural messengers, the entire domestic agriculture of Gilneas and Lordaeron achieved a bumper harvest last year, which can be regarded as an unexpected blessing.
The second trouble facing Emperor Lothar came from the Alterac Kingdom, which he directly ruled.
To be precise, it comes from those nobles who are still loyal to the old Pinoride royal family that was overthrown 6 years ago. They lost their land, their honor, their title and their own property in that disaster.
Power, and now, they are gathering secretly to try to take back all those things they have lost.
They call themselves...the Syndicate.
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"Da, da, da"
Riding boots inlaid with spurs stepped through the dark passage full of water stains. In the flickering candlelight hanging on the stone walls on both sides, a figure strolled into the dark basement. He was wearing a black cloak and a gentleman's hat.
There was also a black and white mask hanging on his face, and he was very well-dressed. He looked like a person of some status.
He stretched out his left hand wearing a white silk glove and knocked gently on the wooden door at the end of the basement 7 times with a certain rhythm. After a while, the wooden door was opened from the inside, with a sweet smile and a hot figure.
The maid invited the mysterious gentleman into the dark room, and as the candlelight flickered, the slight blood-colored halo in the maid's eyes flashed away.
Compared with the poor environment outside, the decoration in the darkroom is full of the style of the old-fashioned aristocrats. The high-end carpets bought from Quel'Thalas, the eye-catching crystal chandelier hanging at the top of the room, and the surrounding walls
Gorgeous murals, delicious food on the table for everyone to take, bookshelves full of books, a wine cabinet wrapped in crushed ice, and an elaborate fireplace, of course, burning warmth
There is a burning fireplace and five armchairs decorated with black velvet.
Three of them have people sitting down. Like this mysterious gentleman, they are all wearing very elegant clothes, two men and one woman, but each of them has a black and white mask on their face, which looks like some kind of mask.
Like a mysterious little society.
"You are late, Mr. Duke."
A tall woman wearing a black evening gown and a mask quietly appeared behind everyone. She was holding a wine glass filled with blood-red liquid. She looked at the gentleman in front of her who had taken off his cloak.
, she whispered in a hoarse voice:
"Did something happen on the road?"
The gentleman with the pseudonym "Duke" shook his head. He looked at this woman's mask. Different from other people's black and white masks, this woman's mask was bright red. The mask was made into the shape of an owl and looked very different.
The outside is weird and full of a hint of weirdness and temptation.
"No, madam, I just spent some time at the recruiting office in Tarren Mill. I just sent 20 young men into Lothar's army. They are all the best young men, strong, sensible, and loyal to us.
Cause, loyalty to the true kingship, I think they will work."
"It's still the same old thing. You always like to let the talents we need do some useless work."
The lady sitting in the armchair mocked coldly:
"I don't see the benefits of having our people join the army, especially when we are already on the line with Gilneas. Your move will put us at risk of exposure."
"Exposed?"
"Duke" sneered. He walked to his seat, picked up a glass of wine, sat with his legs crossed by the fire, and mocked:
"Last week, who attracted the Imperial Guard and caused us to lose three strongholds? Knowing that Lothar's hunting dogs have been hunting us, you still attended the underground meeting of the local warlocks with great fanfare. Do you think you are alive?
Is it too nourishing? Little girl from the Montrose family, with all due respect... If it weren’t for the assets left by your father, with your IQ, you shouldn’t be here at all!”
"Bang"
The wine glass in the Duke's hand was crushed to pieces, and while the bright red liquid splashed everywhere, he stared closely at the woman who had taunted him before, and said in a strange voice:
"You're a troublemaker!"
"Duke!"
Another old voice sounded, stopping the quarrel between the two. It was an old man wearing a dark blue dress. You could tell from his voice:
"You made a mistake. We don't use real names here... While you are angry, please pay attention to the rules, okay?"
The old man looked very authoritative. After he opened his mouth, the two quarreling people shut their mouths at the same time, and this weird atmosphere continued until the woman in the red mask drank the blood-like wine and sat down.
On the chair in the center of the 5 chairs.
It's like the last gear has been put back into place, and the last five leaders of the entire syndicate organization are together again.
"Tell me about the results of your recent activities."
The woman wearing the red mask leaned on the chair in an elegant posture, stretched out her fingers lazily and shook them. Under the mask, those bright red eyes were full of impatience. If she wasn't shouldering a more important task,
She was too lazy to make do with these human rats here because of her mission.
But to be honest, if you occasionally put your mind down and look at the endless means of fighting among these humans, it will indeed refresh the views of Nasa, the simple-minded blood watcher, again and again.
This has almost been her favorite entertainment activity in the past year, and after she joined, the Syndicate has changed from 15 leaders to 5 now, and the remaining 10 people have all died.
The companions held out the sharp blades from the darkness and the malice contained in the sweet words.
"Although Lothar led the troops on the expedition, his intelligence officers did not go to the battlefield with him."
The Duke waved his fingers in disgust and said:
"In the past two months, these royal hunting dogs have been hunting us more and more fiercely. Almost all the vigilantes in the entire Alterac Kingdom have joined in this siege. We have lost a lot of peripheral forces, but this
Maybe that's a good thing, because those who can survive such a strong storm are bound to become the true backbone of the Syndicate."
"As per your request, ma'am, my caravan has entered the territory of Gilneas 17 days ago. They are lurking in the Royal City of Gilneas and can carry out the next task at any time according to the instructions."
After the Duke finished speaking, Nasa nodded and looked at the other two people. Under her silent urging, the young woman who had quarreled with the Duke before was a little embarrassed, but after a moment, she still said:
"It is indeed a pity that the operation to win over local warlocks has been interfered with, but my presence has allowed them to see our sincerity. I think that maybe with just a period of contact, we can draw them into our camp.
inside."
"You want?"
Nasa snorted, which made the young woman shiver, and then she heard Nasa's even colder voice:
"I don't care about anything you think, but "Magician," you have to be clear. The past Syndicate has been injected with new power. It has been reborn from the ashes after internal purification. This new organization will surely be better in the future.
To reopen the entire new era of Alterac, we only need the best talents... I will give you another 3 days, if those "powerful warlocks" in your mouth have not yet obeyed us..."
Nasa imitated Tyrion's way of speaking from memory, deliberately paused for 2 seconds, and then emphasized her tone:
"Then I will do it myself and 'invite' them."
"Yes... I will definitely find a way, uh, no, I mean, I will definitely do it! I will persuade them!"
The young "magician" was indeed frightened. In this room, she had seen more than once those mysterious assassins under Nasa's command who came and went without a trace, how easily they took away a person quietly.
Every time she saw Nasa's blood-red mask, she would be very nervous.
Simply put, Nasa herself didn't have too many expectations for this big-breasted and brainless daughter of a nobleman. When she was annihilating the leader of the Syndicate, she just kept her for fun. Nasa soon turned her attention to
The old man, and the black-haired young man who had remained silent.
"Where are you two? I'm looking forward to getting some better news."
"Well, there is good news."
The old man stretched out his hand to adjust his cuffs and said slowly: "My fleet landed in Nanhai Town yesterday. They brought back good news. Madam, they have found the people you have been looking for recently."
"Huh? Really?"
Nasa's bored eyes immediately became bright. Faced with her questioning, the old man was not angry. He took out a simple amulet-like thing from the velvet bag he carried with him and handed it to Nasa:
"My best crew went deep into the wild lands of Kul Tiras. In the forest, they lost 7 of their best boys and found this, the real "witches". They do exist."
"very good!"
Nasa felt the dark power coming from the amulet, and she nodded with satisfaction:
""Navigator", you are indeed the most trustworthy person in the organization. I will give you satisfactory compensation for your losses."
"Compensation? No, I don't need compensation."
The old man stood up, straightened his clothes, then patted the silent young man beside him on the shoulder, and said softly:
"I never joined the Syndicate for money. As long as the royal flag of Perenolde once again flies in the sky of Alterac, everything I have done will be worthwhile."
Hearing these words, Nasa shook her head regretfully. She looked at the last young man and asked softly:
"It's a pity that Pinorred will no longer rule Alterac, but in return, I will give you new life, Auriden, how do you feel?"
The young man raised his head. Under the black and white mask, a flash of blood flashed in his eyes. He said softly in a dry voice: