The sound of fingers tapping on the iron gate was low, echoing in the dark alley of Lane 16 of Craftsman Avenue. A guy about 35 or 6 years old, wearing ordinary worker's clothes, was holding half a bottle of wine in his hand. He looked drunk.
Yes, he looked left and right from time to time, and in the depths of his sleepy drunken eyes, there was a cold light shining.
"Dong...dong"
Five seconds later, there were two more rhythmic knocks on the door, but the door in front of him was still closed. After another five seconds, the drunk man staggered on the iron door, raised his fists, and
He banged the door with both hands like crazy.
The appearance is crazy and full of the humor expected of an alcoholic, but if you listen carefully, you can see that there are no more than no knocks on the door, exactly 27 times.
"Click"
The lookout on the iron door was opened from the inside, and a black iron dwarf in a robe stared at the drunkard outside the door with fiery red eyes vigilantly. He lowered his thick voice and said in a deep voice:
"Go away! It's written on the door, strangers, drunkards and dogs are not allowed to enter! Are you blind?"
"Come on, man."
The drunken human worker raised his hand and drank the remaining wine in the bottle, then wiped his mouth and let out a disgusting burp:
"Long live Dark Blade! Long live Black Iron! I like this place..."
"Bang"
After a few seconds, the door was opened from the inside, and the drunkard lying on the door fell into the house in the dark alley. The black iron dwarf stuck his head out and looked around vigilantly, making sure that there was no abnormality around him.
After that, he slammed the iron door and quickly locked the seven locks behind the door one by one.
Behind him, the drunkard stood up in the darkness, dusting himself with dust. His eyes shone with a shrewd and capable light, and there was still a hint of drunkenness. He muttered:
"Which genius came up with this program... Every time I go home after sex, my wife won't let me go to bed drunk, damn it."
This complaint made the black iron dwarf who had closed the door couldn't help but raise his head and look at the ordinary worker in front of him. The dwarf whispered:
"Do you want me to remind you, Bond, about your true identity? When you wanted to get married, I told you that you were already dizzy. Have you ever thought that once your identity is exposed, that poor
What should a woman do?"
This rhetorical question made the human man named Bond stunned for a moment, then he shrugged and said with a nonchalant expression:
"It's just a disguise, old Figo, aren't you the same? Where are your two sons? Did you drive them away again?"
The black iron dwarf snorted and picked up the chandelier from his hand. Under the light of the lantern in his hand, he led the man in charge all the way to the depths of his house. As he walked, the old dwarf said:
"It is enough for the Figo family to have one person who will do his duty for the queen. My sons have nothing to do with this matter. I will never let them get involved. The two of them have a great future..."
As he spoke, the old dwarf lowered his voice:
"Hell, why is it at this time? I already planned to quit working two months ago."
"Come on, Figo, you and I both know."
The human man following the dwarf put his hand on the dwarf's shoulder. He looked at the passage that slowly reached the end in front of him and said:
"When we set out on this road, we knew... there was no turning back."
After saying this, both people fell silent. They lost interest in chatting, walked in the dark, and entered the basement of the house, where, under the dim light, several people were already waiting for them.
The composition of these people was very complex, including humans, dwarves, and a dwarf wearing a mechanic's uniform. The clothes were stained with oil. It looked like he had just come from the workshop.
"Bond, you're late."
An ordinary-looking man with gloomy eyes stared at Bond, and he calmly made a joke that was not funny:
"I thought you defected... Just like Eddie, I think you still remember the scene when we executed the traitor with our own hands, right?"
"That joke isn't funny! Harold."
Bond glared at the man who was joking. He walked under the dim light, where there was a table with a rough map on it and some signs. Bond looked at the map and the signs on it.
As an old member who had been absorbed into Lordaeron's intelligence organization since he was a child, he could tell at a glance that the scale of this operation was... huge.
"We have been lurking in the Black Iron Zone for almost five years. We used to do small jobs such as stealing information or samples..."
Bond picked up the water glass and took a sip of the ice-cold water. He glanced at the silent man Harold. This guy was one of the 13 leaders of the imperial agents in the federal area. He was a real agent who acted meticulously and...
The kind that kills without blinking an eye.
The moment he saw Harold's serious eyes, Bond seemed to recall the scene where he followed Harold to execute the defecting agents, the splattered blood, the sobs before death, the despair and fear,
He subconsciously clenched the ice-cold water glass in his hand. Perhaps to relieve the tension in his heart, Bond couldn't help but click on the map with his finger. He asked:
"So, this is the real big deal, right?"
"The big, big kind."
Harold answered Bond's question with a cold smile. This smile also sent chills down the spines of other members of the basement. For those who come to the secret service, unless they are the kind of lunatic who likes to walk in the dark.
, no one is willing to do this job for a long time, and the task of an agent has a characteristic. Small jobs have low risks, while big jobs have high risks.
And based on the "expectation" Harold is showing now, this mission will probably put everyone present at the same risk as walking on a tightrope. No normal person likes to take risks, even if it's a real one.
The same goes for agents.
"Bang bang"
Harold stretched out his finger and tapped on the rough map in front of him, attracting everyone's attention to himself. He glanced at everyone with a very intimidating look, and then coughed slightly:
"Don't worry, guys, I know what you are hesitating about, but listen to me, we don't need to participate in this operation, understand? The base camp will send enough elite people to sneak into Shadowforge City, uh, maybe they have already come in,
What we have to do is very simple. At 11 o'clock tomorrow night, we will find a way to make some "movement" in the factory area to create opportunities for the assassins who sneak into the city."
"Albin, did I let you get the explosives?"
Harold looked at the dwarf standing on the chair. The dwarf, who was wearing oil-stained clothes, had a pair of flexible eyes, and dyed blue hair, looked at the boss in fear, and then nodded reluctantly.
nodded:
"It's done, and it's enough to detonate one-twentieth of the city."
He said in the sharp voice of a dwarf:
"Put it in the warehouse of Isaac Mining Company. I am managing the warehouse now. You can come and pick it up at any time."
"very good!"
Harold nodded with satisfaction, then looked at the men around him. He tapped three points on the map with his fingers, and then said:
"Bond goes to Area 1, Halford Area 2, the Brothers Grimm are in charge of Area 3, and listen, all we have to do is plant the explosive, erase our traces, and light it, and the rest is everything.
We don't have anything to do with it anymore, understand? Brothers."
"The mission the empire has given us is far more than that. We need to protect ourselves and continue to serve the empire as a useful person..."
As Harold spoke, he took something out of his pocket and put it in Bond's hand. He emphasized his voice:
"This is a reward given to you by the King of Alsace, Bond. The weapon sample you got last month made the king very satisfied. He even gave you the status of Lord as an exception! Although this honor cannot be made public to the world,
But the entire kingdom and even the entire empire will remember you and us... This is what you deserve!"
Bond touched the cold metal thing in his hand. It was an exquisite coat of arms, representing his new glory. For a secret agent walking in the dark, such glory is very precious, which means
As long as he can end his current lurking mission and return to the empire's ruling area, he can become a true noble.
But during the period of time he was lurking, once this exquisite gadget was discovered, it would be enough to kill him. People who do secret work had better not be too famous.
The imperial agents who once lurked in the Federation at the same time as Bond are no longer alive. Some died in the battle of wits with the undead agents, some chose to defect, and the rest are just like him.
Silently persisting in the darkness, the empire's westward march had a great impact on these loyal and brave spies. During those months, many spies chose to leave in confusion, or simply surrendered to the Federation.
It was a turbulent period, but then the relationship with the Empire was reconnected, and the daily activities of the agents were back on track. Oh, it is worth mentioning that it was during that chaotic period that Bond and his current wife
Married.
"Okay, brothers!"
Harold put his hands on the table, and there was a glimmer of high spirits in his gloomy eyes. He said in a deep voice:
"The Empire's counterattack will be carried out by us personally. We will use a gorgeous fireworks to declare to the bastards who have betrayed the race and stood with the undead that the Empire will never admit defeat! Humanity is supreme! The Empire is supreme!"
"Go, brothers, tomorrow night, we will fulfill our mission!"
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In the dark room, Bond was leaning on the soft sofa. His eyes were blankly looking at the darkness in front of him. On the table in front of him, there was an open bottle of rum, which he was playing with in his hand.
No one knew what he was thinking about that exquisite coat of arms.
"Ding dong"
The door was pushed open and the wind chime at the door rang. The sudden sound made Bond, who was sitting on the sofa, subconsciously raise his head. The coat of arms in his hand moved with his fingers, like magic.
disappeared.
The bright gas lamp was turned on, and Mrs. Bond walked into the room holding a bag of vegetables and food. The latter seemed to be in a very good mood. She put the food in the mechanical refrigerator, then walked into the living room and saw the man who was drinking.
Husband, this made Mrs. Bond's good mood immediately fly into the sky.
She put her hands on her hips, folded her arms, and stared at her husband from behind. After a moment, she asked:
"Why didn't you go to work today? Do you know how much we have to pay for gas this month? And the rent... Didn't we agree to save up to buy a house in North County, or a small farm in the West Wilds?
Have you forgotten all about it?”
This series of questions made Bond uninterested in answering. The poor woman didn't know that she was just a... prop used by the senior spy Bond to hide his identity.
Seeing that her husband did not answer, Mrs. Bond became even more angry. She stepped forward angrily, threw a folded piece of paper on the table in front of Bond, then turned around and walked back to the bedroom, her high heels touching the floor.
The sound of collision resounded in the house. This kind of quarrel between ordinary people disgusted Bond so much that he even had the idea of slamming the door and leaving.
"I must have lost my mind."
Bond shook his head. He felt more and more that old Figo's complaint was correct. As a shady spy, he should not get married... But who can tell clearly about hormones?
The senior spy, who was a bit drunk, picked up the wine glass, then picked up the origami that his wife had thrown on the table, opened the origami in a casual manner, and glanced at it.
"Bang"
The half-filled wine glass fell on the floor, and the broken glass fell everywhere. The blood-like wine soaked into the hem of Bond's pajamas, but the agent seemed to be petrified.
"Bang"
Like a sudden burst of emotion, he punched the table in front of him, and like a wild beast, he threw the table away. This movement startled the angry Mrs. Bond, and she hurriedly left.
She rushed out of the bedroom and saw her husband, who was as angry as a lion. She had never seen that crazy attitude before.
The poor woman from the Arathi Highlands was frightened by the sight before her. The Bond she was familiar with, that shy middle-aged man, was gone, replaced by another devil who seemed to dominate his body.
Feeling the noise coming from behind, Bond turned his head. He was breathing like an angry orc, but the moment he saw his wife, the murderous look in his eyes became gentle in an instant. He was a little confused.
Looking at the messy floor under his feet, he took a deep breath, then slowly walked to his wife, knelt down on one knee, and put his ear against his wife's abdomen.
He asked in a gentle tone that he had never heard before:
"Is it true, my Helse? I have a baby, right? Sorry, I'm just, I'm just so excited... There's something, there's something I have to arrange... But I have to make sure first
, you’re not lying to me, right?”
"Of course, my Bond, haven't you always told me that you wanted a child? Look, the Holy Light has blessed us again."
Mrs. Bond stretched out her hand and stroked Bond's hair as if taking care of a child. At this moment, she felt extremely warm. This poor woman who lost everything in the war felt the warmth of home again.
It's a pity...she didn't know that her husband's heart was filled with a cold feeling of despair...
