Under the shroud of the moonlit night, by the time Shadow led the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency's most powerful stalkers to the East Valley, the battle aboard the Federal Mission was already over.
The level 9 agent looked at her subordinate who was in a near-death coma. Her former and current sisters and several psychics were nervously injecting fresh blood into their seriously injured bodies to ensure the safety of these two level 7 agents.
Can survive until he is sent back to Stormwind City.
The bodies of the two people are full of horrific scars cut by holy silver weapons, wounds pierced by holy silver bullets, and horrific marks like firewood burned by holy fire oil. In fact, if it weren't for
Cordana and Marais are Sarain with powerful vitality. If it weren't for the attackers who were eager to take Mekkatorque away, I'm afraid Shadow would have met his sisters in another way.
"What's going on?"
Shadow's voice was as cold as ice, and anyone could hear the chilling murderous intent contained in it. She turned her head and looked to the other side. At the East Valley Station, which was under martial law, the passenger compartment of the Federal Mission looked like
As if it had suffered a terrorist attack, there was still a lingering dark atmosphere in the carriage that had been burned by the flames.
"Myra, are you still alive?"
Shadow walked to another hospital bed, where the blood lord Myra was lying. His condition was no better than that of Cordana and Marais. In fact, Myra had lost both his arms now.
One-third of the flesh and blood had been removed from the abdomen, and the body, which had also been burned, looked like pieces of disgusting black charcoal.
But after all, he is the Blood Lord. Myra's situation is better than that of the level 7 agent. Faced with the shadow's questioning, the Blood Lord opened his eyes with difficulty. His left eye has turned into a terrifying blood hole, and there is also a hole in his right eye.
Full of bloodshot eyes, he replied in a weak voice:
"It's okay... I won't die, but... it really hurts."
"Who attacked you?"
Under the shadow's white mask, the blood-red eyes danced, and she lowered her voice:
"Tell me, who hurt my sisters? I will avenge you, I swear..."
"Shore, Jorach Ravenholdt, Hemet and a few guys I don't know... Ahem, they are all top-notch masters... They are all master assassins. In their hands
There are weapons against the undead...I was careless."
Myra closed her eyes in pain. He stretched out his hand that was burned like black coal and held Shadow's wrist tightly. He gritted his teeth and said:
"Be careful...be careful with Xiaoer, there is...something strange...weird...darkness about him."
"I see."
Shadow took out a dose of blood essence from his waist and pierced Myra's neck with a syringe. He said to the sleepy Blood Lord:
"Rest, leave the rest to us, they will pay the price..."
Watching the injured being sent away by the psychics, the shadow stood there. There was a flowing shadow in the night behind her. She tilted her head and said to the shadow:
"Look, they started a war again, they slapped us in the face... It really hurts."
"Inform the Dark Blade Intelligence Bureau that all agents above level 7 must gather as quickly as possible to Redridge Mountain, let Black Shore and the action team set off, and let the Valkyries also prepare their weapons... If you dare to come, don't even think about leaving.
Already."
"In addition, execute half of the imperial agents in the Federation immediately! Send their heads back to the kings and tell them... war has begun!"
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On the other side, in the wild Redridge Mountains, a group of people were riding horses and running towards the evacuation point on the other side of the mountains.
The rescue operation was half successful, but the remaining half seemed even more difficult. Less than 15 minutes after the train robbery ended, a terrifying space anchor centered on the Deadwind Trail and radiated to most of the federal area. The Great Witch
Demon Anastarian used the Karazhan Mage Tower as a spellcasting medium, and cut off all space teleportation in the entire Federation with one person.
For the Federation that focuses on engineering technology, the consequences of space blockade are not serious, but for these rescuers who are eager to escape, this is a very fatal problem, which means that they must run
Only by leaving this radiation zone can the portal to another continent be reopened.
Of course, due to the fragile power of the Empire on the Federation side, it is indeed impossible to adopt this extremely risky evacuation method.
"Someone is coming, Shore..."
A strange voice sounded in Xiao's heart, causing the Grand Assassin to immediately hold on to the reins of his horse. He looked back, with vision blessed by shadows, above the red Redridge Mountains behind him, in the sky where moonlight and starlight intertwined.
, the dense black spots have already risen into the sky.
That's the aerial power of Darkblade...
"They reacted so fast, damn it."
Next to Shore, the leader of the Assassin League, Grand Master Joachim Ravenholdt, gritted his teeth and cursed:
"If the reaction speed of the bureaucrats in the empire is half as fast as this, then I will thank God."
"This is normal, everyone."
Mekkatorque, the great craftsman who rode the same war horse with Shaw, hugged his suitcase tightly. The jolting of the war horse made him a little dizzy, but he still explained dutifully:
"Mechanical telegraphs have been popularized among federal government departments. These are only for civilian use. The high-end products used by the Dark Blade Legion fully support short-frequency tactical communication within a range of 20,000 yards. In other words, the undead
They have gotten rid of the old-style information transmission. In terms of communication alone, the Federation is already at least 40 years ahead of the Empire. Oh, by the way, they also installed the latest life detectors last month...
"
Before Mekkatorque finished speaking, Shore poured a bottle of weird-tasting potion into his mouth. In just a moment, all the life responses of the team disappeared quickly, including the war horses.
Suddenly turned into an undead.
"Norsenfuge potion, this should be able to evade those detectors."
Shore pulled down his cowboy hat. He looked at his companions beside him. His eyes turned gray and there was a glimmer of determination. He said in a deep voice:
"We must separate some people to delay the footsteps of the undead and attract their attention..."
"Let me go."
Before Shore finished speaking, a thick voice sounded behind him. It was an old dwarf carrying a black sniper rifle. That was old Hemet Nesingwary, the most famous man in Azeroth.
One of the hunters was a helper hired by the empire with a large sum of money this time.
Old Hemet sat on his war sheep, drinking wine, and said to the others:
"Don't look at us like that, we are not crazy... In fact, I think the chance of successfully escaping with you is very low, and as a hunter, I am more willing to adopt my "evacuation" plan."
The old dwarf grabbed the reins, and behind him, his ace team followed him. He waved to Shore and Jolaqi, as if saying goodbye:
"We will enter Stranglethorn Vale from Redridge Mountain. I hunted there more than ten years ago. It is my "home field". I am also happy to play a "hunting game" with these undead who destroyed Ironforge.
", partners, it was a pleasure to fight with you, but now, it's time to say goodbye."
"If we're lucky, we'll see you in Kalimdor!"
After saying that, the stylish old dwarf tightened the reins of the war sheep and led his team towards the south. In the daunting darkness, he looked quite dashing with his heavy shotgun on his back.
smell.
"Well, everyone says dwarves are difficult to deal with, but this dwarf is an exception."
Choraci looked at Hemet's leaving figure and said to Shore:
"Old Hemet is probably the kind of opponent that all assassins hate... The shot he took to kill the Blood Lord was really amazing."
"How many hunters are there in Azeroth like him?"
Xiaoer responded, then looked around. After a few seconds of thinking, he reached out, grabbed the great craftsman's clothes, and threw it to Qiao Lazi.
"Keep taking Mekkatorque! Relying on Hemet alone is not enough, I have to go in another direction..."
After saying that, without waiting for anyone else to answer, Shore's figure disappeared on horseback. Compared with a few years ago, Shore's stealth skills became more and more exquisite, and even Jorazzi, who was also the master of assassins, admired him.
Endless.
"Let's go!"
Choraci glanced at the lonely war horse standing there, and he shook his head. The warrior had set an example and made sacrifices. The remaining people must complete this damn rescue to fulfill their mission.
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"It's just you and me now."
On the ridge of Redridge Mountain, Shore, who was in stealth mode, sat on the edge of the cliff, looking at the distant night under the night sky. The still water lake like a mirror reflected the not-so-bright starlight. The night wind whistled across the ridge. Those
The sound of the swaying leaves made the night seem more peaceful.
Shore was talking to a unique being in his heart, just like chatting.
"Gani, I have to thank you for letting your heir help."
"That's for the sacrifices you gave me..."
The weird voice sounded after a moment. It didn't sound like it spoke often. Between the words, there was always some stumbling, as if it was not familiar with human language. Its tone was weird and kept going,
Clumsy "temptation" tempts Shore.
"Speaking of which, Shaw, do you really not consider becoming my priest? Old Garnic has never seen a human being as talented as you... When chatting with you, you are comparable to those staid trolls of Zandalari.
Much better.”
"Really?"
Shore let out a chuckle, his fingers caressing the silver pistol at his waist, he lengthened his voice and whispered:
"Do you want me to be your priest? Become a believer in the god of thieves and scavengers? Or do you plan to recruit more assassins and then have your name changed to the "God of Assassins"?"
"Hey! Bastard, do you look down on me?"
The voice seemed dissatisfied and screamed:
"Don't forget, your shadow affinity was given to you by Old Garni himself... Although the name is not very good, Old Garni still doesn't like those guys who dress up in powerful and gorgeous clothes. It's like Old Garni hates it.
Like those powerful Devilsaurus, Old Garni will protect the weak, just like Old Garni will protect you..."
"If I remember correctly, I killed a powerful triceratops for you in return for your shadow affinity..."
Shore shook his head, a flash of light flashed in his gray eyes, and he whispered:
"We are dealing on equal terms, mutually beneficial...wait a minute, a "friend" is here."
The moment the words fell, Shore waved his left hand, the muzzle of the silver revolver turned in the air, and the trigger was pulled repeatedly. Six holy silver bullets roared in the night sky, and the low sound of gunfire also tore the ridge of this mountain.
peaceful.
After the last bullet was empty, Shore stood up and stretched out his hand to pull on his old gray cowboy hat. Opposite him, wearing black leather armor, he looked exactly like Shore, only with a crazy black look in his eyes.
You have been forced out of stealth.
Heishaul, the level 9 agent of the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency, lowered his head and glanced at the gloves and breastplate that were torn by bullets. This was proof that the holy silver bullet had missed him. As long as he was a little later, the pair of undead bodies
A highly destructive bullet would pierce his body.
But what makes Black Shore even more surprised is that Shore's current extreme perception of shadows...
In the confrontation a few years ago, Black Shore was able to use stealth to trick Shore into applause, but now, before he got even 10 meters away from Shore, Shore discovered his trace in advance.
"Very good, very good."
Blackshore tore open the broken leather armor with one hand and threw the tattered gloves aside. He grabbed his two ice-like daggers, stuck out his tongue, and licked the sharp edges of the daggers. He stared at
Xiao, who was dressed like a cowboy in front of him, did not hide his malice. He said softly:
"I'm very happy to see that you haven't wasted yourself in the past few years. The other me... this kind of you, the stronger you, when I kill you with my own hands, maybe I will feel more happiness...
.”
"I don't feel much happiness..."
Shaw put the pistol back into his belt, reached out and pulled out the two holy silver swords from his waist. Between the sharp blades, he bent down slightly. A scar on the edge of his cheek was beating, which meant that Shaw was not calm.
In his heart, he said:
"I just want to kill you, Black Shore..."
"Then come on..."
Black Shaw's figure suddenly disappeared, and Shaw turned around suddenly and stabbed the holy silver sword into the back of nothing.
"clang"
Just like the battle between the two in the burning Stormwind City a few years ago, even the movements of the hands are almost exactly the same. Black Shore's dagger quickly passed across the edge of Shore's war blade.
Sparks flew everywhere, and in the close combat like a dance of blades, his crazy voice also sounded in Xiao Er's ears:
"This is a fateful battle! After tonight, there will only be one Xiao left in the world! That is... me!"
