Everything that happened in the large conference hall quickly spread throughout the Dark Blade and the top brass of the Federation. Everyone who was qualified to know the inside story of this matter knew that a small-scale but inevitable war was about to begin.
start.
The Federal Parliament officially announced that it would not express any opinions on this, but in fact, the federation was also very disgusted with this despicable action of the human empire, because the empire's spies directly targeted the steam locomotives and rail lines that the federation currently valued most.
target, and their rampant activities in the Redridge Mountains have also directly affected the local security situation.
Immigrants from Northern Xinjiang are integrating into the federal system. The occurrence of such a vicious incident at this time will undoubtedly destabilize the overall order of the federation. Many imperial agents involved in this incident were captured by the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency.
What makes the Federal Supreme Council feel frightened and frightened is that several of them are secret agents, even members of the local parliament, or prominent local figures.
This also set off a large-scale investigation within the Federation. No civilized system can tolerate the enemy's tentacles extending into its own country. It is said that the always moderate Speaker Van Cleef even slammed the table angrily at the regular meeting of the Supreme Council.
He denounced the Empire's rescue operation as "the evil spirit of the Federation that will destroy the Empire." He also demanded that the Veterans Federation, which played a passive and disgraceful role in this matter, make a profound review and immediately conduct an internal investigation.
This is not an expression of anger, because at least one-fifth of the captured imperial agents entered the federal hinterland through the Veterans Association. This association has not been banned after this storm, which has proved that the Supreme Council
of reason.
For a time, those individuals in the entire federal area who were still disconnected from the empire fell into panic. However, the top federal officials still maintained a clear sense and did not expand the matter.
The more than 300 blood-stained heads secretly sent to Kalimdor by the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency. The heads of those executed Imperial agents are said to have been placed on the table of the King's Council... representing spies and spies from both sides.
The brutal war between them has officially begun.
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"Oh, those guys, especially Lumi, really don't make people worry."
In the calm night of the Midnight Garden, Alleria and Tyrion leaned side by side on two deck chairs, enjoying the short world of two people. The Blood Matron will return to Draenor tomorrow, so the time they spend together is
It's only tonight, but fortunately... the night is still very long.
In the face of Alleria's complaints, Tyrion looked a little tired but did not comment. He picked up the special tobacco and said to his wife:
"Although Luminas looks crazy on the surface, the relationship between her and Myra is still very deep. Have you visited Myra? My poor cousin lost most of his life.
It takes more than a year of training to recover... The training methods of the Ash Knight have been leaked after all, those special holy silver, holy fire oil... Alas, I want to be calm but can't."
The mellow smell of tobacco lingered on Lord Dark Blade's face, making his face look slightly blurry. He looked at the starry sky above his head and said softly:
"The next task of the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency will be very arduous. Since the emergence of the Ash Knight is inevitable, the monitoring of these dangerous items must be put on the agenda. All large-scale mithril and thorium mines in the entire Eastern Continent must be monitored.
Being classified as a controlled item requires Buddy to find a way to participate in Kalimdor's mining business circle."
As he spoke, he shook his head:
"Fortunately, this thing is very complicated to make, otherwise I would really have a headache."
"Shua"
Alleria turned over and leaned into Tyrion's arms. She closed her eyes and said as if she was dreaming:
"But you would find it interesting to have such a dangerous struggle, wouldn't you?"
Tyrion smiled silently, stretched out his hands to protect his wife's perfect waist, and snorted:
"Of course, it would be too boring to always crush, let alone just one attack with mixed success and failure. How many assassin masters can the empire have to sacrifice? There are always some people who think that if the empire wins once, the sky will fall. They
But I have never thought about the overall strength comparison between the two sides and what can be achieved by relying on small tricks such as assassination. Therefore, let those young people develop and develop. I am looking forward to the day when they know the truth. Haha, their expressions will definitely be very interesting.
.”
As he spoke, he put the tobacco next to the ashtray and said in his wife's ear:
"Go and wash up, I'll be back soon..."
The Blood Mistress glared at her husband, but still stood up obediently, dragged her red gauze dress, and walked into the mansion. Tyrion was the only one left in the courtyard.
"Come out, what does it look like to be sneaky?"
The big lord scolded, and the next moment, the darkness in front of his eyes rolled, and a uniformed shadow appeared in front of the big lord. When this indifferent level 9 agent faced the big lord, he seemed a little awkward, standing far away from Terry
He stood 3 meters away without saying a word.
"Nasa..."
"Call me Shadow!"
Tyrion said the familiar name out of habit, but Shadow immediately interrupted him:
"Nasa is dead."
"Okay, Shadow."
The big lord shook his head, he picked up the tobacco at hand again, looked at the high-level agent in front of him, and asked softly:
"Is work going well?"
"It didn't go very well."
Shadow said bluntly:
"This failure has dealt a huge blow to Black Shore. He locked himself in the training room and hasn't come out for 48 hours. I'm worried that if this continues, Shore will really become one of his
nightmare."
"Then send him to the most dangerous place!"
Tyrion frowned and said:
"If he can't even accept failure, then his future will be like this. This is actually a good thing for him. If he can wake up from that disgusting sadistic symptom, I will even applaud him.
,Also, have you found out anything about Shore?"
"Um."
Shadow nodded:
"Two years ago, among the merchants in Booty Bay, someone had seen someone suspected of Shore on the archipelago where the Zandalari trolls live, and judging from the energy traces left on Redridge Mountain...
During the years of his disappearance, Shore probably had a relationship with a weird Loa. According to our research on troll culture, it should be a weird Loa known as the "Patron God of Thieves and Scavengers."
Ah, it calls itself Garni and appears in the form of a purple rogue dragon."
Shadow said softly:
"Even among trolls, Garni is a strange existence, and we know very little about it."
"Then let's get to know each other better!"
Tyrion stood up, stretched his shoulders, and said:
"Send some people to the Zandalari Islands. We will go there sooner or later anyway... My old friend Bwonsamdi is also there."
"I know, I will send the best agents to lurk there."
Shadow agreed in a standard subordinate manner, then flicked his finger, and another blood maid grabbed a guy with his head covered and walked out of the shadows. Shadow looked at Tyrion and whispered:
"This is an old friend of yours, the Great Lord. He wants to see you before he is taken to Area 13."
This sudden situation made Terry stunned for a moment. He knew that in the system of the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency, Area 13 was the code name for a secret prison complex established in Frostfire Ridge, Draenor. It was the most environmentally friendly place in the world of Draenor.
The area is extremely cold and desolate, and any prisoner who tries to escape will freeze to death on the ice sheet.
Even for orcs, it is a bitter cold place, and being imprisoned in Area 13 means that this prisoner will not be able to appear in Azeroth for at least the next 15 years, and if he refuses
If you cooperate, the sentence is likely to be unlimited until you die of old age.
Tyrion made a gesture, and the shadow and the other agent immediately took a step back and entered the shadow. They did not leave, but were on guard around them. Obviously, the big lord did not want his subsequent exchange with the prisoner to be disrupted.
Others know.
"Shua"
The high lord waved his finger, and the black cloth covering the prisoner's face was pulled open by invisible force, revealing the haggard and pale face. The moment he saw this face, Tyrion knew the identity of the guy in front of him.
.
"Tiles..."
Tyrion muttered the name in a low voice. He looked at the assassin in front of him and seemed to have mixed emotions. Thales had started serving the Dark Blade a long time ago, and even colluded with the Dark Blade's intelligence organization for a while.
Get up, resell the empire's information, and then use the intelligence provided by the Dark Blade to help him rise higher and higher in the empire's intelligence system.
It is said that he was also favored by Emperor Lothar... Tyrion originally thought that Thales would become the sharpest thorn buried in the imperial system. However, after the Battle of Northern Xinjiang, the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency and
The connection between Thales was unilaterally severed. Now it seems that this former traitor has chosen a path that is completely different from what the great lord expected.
Frankly speaking, this gave Tyrion the feeling that things were changing.
After a moment, the high lord's fingers traced the chains between the silent Thales' wrists, and the heavy shackles broke immediately. Thales, who had his legs broken, was still recovering, and his fragile body shook.
After two times, he finally fell on a chair on the side. Looking at his embarrassed look, Tyrion said softly:
"Why are you doing this?"
As he spoke, the high lord took out a stick of Khaz Modan's mountain tobacco from his cigar box. This was prepared for his human friends. He handed it to Thales, who raised it tremblingly.
His arm was lit, and after taking a deep breath, Thales, who had never smoked tobacco, began to cough violently, which seemed to have caused wounds in his body, causing blood stains to appear at the corners of his mouth and tears to appear in his eyes.
"This stuff is so exciting, it made me cry."
Thales raised his head and let tears flow down his cheeks. He looked at Tyrion and answered the great lord's question seriously:
"To be honest, I don't know why."
"Shadow is very cruel. It seems that you really angered her."
Tyrion reached out and touched Thales' arm. He shook his head and said:
"Part of your bone marrow has been extracted. Even if your bones grow back, you may not be able to survive as an assassin... You have sacrificed your future for this adventure of being treated as an abandoned child.
,etc..."
Tyrion noticed the ring on Thales' left hand. He raised his head and asked in surprise:
"Are you married?"
"Well, we got married last month."
Thales silently smoked the tobacco in his hand. Amidst the smoke, a touch of happiness appeared in his red eyes:
"I got married to my son. Yes, I have children. Taresha can support herself. She is a good hand in business. The children will not suffer hardships in the future, at least they will not be like when I was a child... I know how to do this
There shouldn't be any worries in a group, but no one can explain such things like feelings."
"So, is it worth it?"
Tyrion squatted in front of Thales. He looked into the assassin's eyes seriously and asked:
"Did Lothar's death make you feel ashamed of your compatriots? Or was it your sudden conscience that made you rush back to die? Or maybe you have lived enough? Your life has clearly just begun."
"What you do is what you do, there is no reason."
Thales' tone suddenly became tougher. He threw the tobacco in his hand to the ground and looked at Tyrion:
"I'm not here to see you to beg for mercy. I just want to say that for the sake of what I did for Dark Blade in the past, don't let your crazy woman interfere with my family! Don't let her hurt my child.
! Her eyes are full of madness, I know she can do such a thing!"
"Are you worried about this?"
Tyrion sat on his recliner, just like chatting with an old friend. He handed Thales another tobacco, and then lit it for Thales himself. His ice-blue eyes shone with a touch of calm.
He put his hand on Thales' shoulder and patted him, and said:
"No, it won't bring harm to my wife and children. I still understand this truth. To be honest, Thales, as long as you nod your head, as long as you are willing to rejoin the Dark Blade's intelligence system, I can guarantee that there will be no one in this world.
People will hurt your relatives, but I am also capable enough to cure you... so that you don't need to use a cane for the rest of your life, do you understand what I mean?"
"I see."
After receiving Tyrion's promise, Thales closed his eyes with satisfaction. He began to taste the tobacco in his hand. After exhaling a breath of smoke, he opened his eyes, looked at Tyrion, and said seriously: