Ravenhold's business---for the novice village chief Taipal brothers [6/10]
The Kingdom of Alterac surrenders!
The orcs passed through the Alterac Mountains unscathed and rushed into the border of Lordaeron!
The front line of Sabocher's defense was lost!
Silverpine Forest falls into the hands of the Horde!
The Gilnean Gray Wolf Brigade was defeated across the board!
Tirisfal's legions are defeated!
The Stratholme area was plundered by orcs! The Gatheris Legion was beaten and stunned!
Dalaran is in danger!
Lordaeron is in danger!
In just three days, a series of shocking bad news was like a vicious combination of punches that beat Marshal Anduin Lothar to a bloody head while supervising the battle on the front line. The attack from behind made him already
Regardless of the situation on the hilly battlefield, the betrayal of the allies was like a dark blade, piercing the back of the coalition forces.
And Orgrim led the three clans of Fire Blade, Blackstone, and Thunder King, singing all the way forward from Silverpine Forest. Saurfang behind him led the Twilight Hammer, the Stormrage clan and the Amani trolls to plunder wildly.
It was like two sharp swords, one on the left and one on the right, piercing the body of the Kingdom of Lordaeron at the same time.
Amid the flow of blood, this move almost killed Terenas Menethil, the old king of Lordaeron.
The troops of both sides were pointing directly at the Royal City of Lordaeron. The most terrible thing was that in the crazy offensive of the Horde, there were only three legions in the Kingdom of Lordaeron that could be mobilized, and two of them were suddenly appeared in the Stratholme area.
The orcs were defeated step by step.
All the armies are concentrated on the battlefield in Hillsbrad Hills. There are only two ways to return to Lordaeron, either through the Alterac Mountains, or transfer from Dalaran, and there is also a way from Frozen Post to
There are roads in the Stratholme area, but the mountain roads are rugged and cannot allow large troops to pass quickly.
The problem is that the Alterac Mountains have been taken over by the orcs. Those strong fortresses used to defend against the orcs have now become a nightmare for the alliance, and the border of Dalaran is blocked by the orcs. Before the breakthrough, the alliance forces
It's like being stuck in a hill, with no way to move.
Orgrim's war wisdom was clearly revealed at this moment. He let the Bloodring Clan attack wildly on the hilly battlefield, and the knights under Talon Bloodfiend awakened the dead in a way that did not consider consumption, with only one purpose.
, not to kill, but to delay the transfer speed of the coalition forces.
The originally stable battle situation has completely collapsed at this moment. Anduin Lothar and his coalition are facing the most cruel test. If the Royal City of Lordaeron is captured, there will be no need to fight this war... They will lose.
It’s settled.
In this case, all available forces were mobilized frantically, and both sides went crazy... No matter what the outcome, the war will end in the next few days... And even though both sides are unwilling
Accept it, but in a war, there has to be a loser.
The entire northern Xinjiang is in chaos.
However, in troubled times, there are always some places that still maintain the tranquility of the past. In the mountains bordering the Hillsbrad Hills and Stratholme region, there is such a hidden manor, whose name is not known to the world.
It represents a secret organization that spans the entire world, but in the thousands of years of history of the human kingdom, they have been present in almost every major event.
And most of the time, their performance is not so bright...
assassin!
One of the oldest professions of mankind, these guys walking in the darkness represent the other side of the world.
The figure, whose whole body was wrapped in a long black hood, held a simple map and was searching in the mountains. He soon found a well-hidden cave. He looked around and walked into it.
, but before he took a few steps, two figures jumped out of the darkness and stood in front of him.
"You are not an assassin!"
"You don't belong here! Get away! Otherwise...die!"
The voices were hoarse and cold. The two guys who jumped out of the shadows were all wearing dark leather armor. They were holding daggers and daggers. On the sharp blades, a green light and shadow flashed from time to time. Obviously, this thing was painted
poison.
"I'm here to do business..."
The figure whispered: "I want a piece of information. That's what you do, isn't it?"
"But we don't do business with strangers!"
The dagger in the assassin's hand twitched: "Especially for a guy like you...I can smell the smell of death on you from ten meters away! Death knight, right?"
"What? Don't you make money from dead people?"
The dark figure raised his head, revealing a pair of gray eyes. Serent reached out and took off his hood, took out a bag from his waist, and threw it to the assassin in front of him. The latter took it in his hand, opened it and looked at it.
There were more than a dozen exquisite Silmarils in the pocket. From the professional perspective of the assassin, this was a reward that he could not refuse. He exchanged glances with his companions, and soon they put away their daggers.
This action made Serent's eyes twitch, and he asked:
"Won't you invite me in to sit down? This is the way of hospitality at Ravenholdt Manor?"
"You are not qualified to enter the manor, this guest."
Probably because of the reward, the assassin's voice became less cold. He tossed the pocket in his hand and looked at Serente in front of him with his eyes covered by the mask. He said softly:
"And the Assassin's League recently took on a big deal. I might as well tell you that the heads of the Perenolde royal family are very valuable now. There is no one left in the manor. Everyone who can move has gone to make money. That's it...
.”
"Then you won't go?"
Serent took a step back, which represented his goodwill. This move made the two assassins nod with satisfaction. The guy who talked a lot moved his fingers, and the pocket full of diamonds disappeared into the palm of his hand.
, like magic, he put his hands on his hips and said to Serente:
"The more people you go to a place with, the harder it is to make money, and everyone is gone. Customers like you can only find us brothers... Okay, enough nonsense, now let's talk about your requirements, guest, what do you want?
What information? Let me guess..."
The familiar assassin stretched out his hand, rubbed his chin, and said maliciously:
"Guys like you must be interested in corpses and want the corpses of strong men, right? I heard that the ranger general of Quel'Thalas just died. Maybe she..."
"Buzz"
A dark red death energy clasped the assassin's neck, and in the next moment, he was brought into Serent's cold hands. The death knight clasped the assassin's neck, and he exuded an unbearable energy all over his body.
of coldness.
"You should be lucky that I am here... If you say the wrong thing again, I will be happy to see you join our ranks! Do you think your daggers and poisons are deadly? You think too highly of yourself!"
"Let him go!"
Another assassin drew his weapon and was about to charge forward, but was stopped by the chatty assassin with a wave of his hand.
Serent let go of the guy, who rubbed his frostbitten neck with some fear. He took a step back and coughed lightly:
"I knew that my habit of joking would kill me one day. Tell me, guest, your request!"
"I want you to find out the whereabouts of a person!"
Serent said softly:
"His name is Rogelio Sunfury. He disappeared 18 months ago. He was a ranger captain who was stationed in the Elf Prisoner of War Camp in Hillsbrad Hills. Three days! Within three days, I want to get information about him
news!"
"You're talking about the prison camp that was destroyed by the orcs? The one where Zul'jin stayed?"
The assassin's voice seemed a little strange:
"You probably never know what kind of amazing rewards those trolls promised to the manor in order to rescue their chief, but we didn't take that order because of some special reasons. In short, what I want to say is, you
The request is very strange, guest, as far as I know, the last surviving elves in that prison camp have all returned to Quel'Thalas, you should go to your homeland to find out!"
"Rogelio is not among them. A ranger as powerful as him will not be killed by a mere orc!"
Serent impatiently pointed at the assassin in front of him:
"The reward has been given to you! Remember! 3 days! If you are really as pervasive as the legend says, you should also know where to find us after it is done!"
After saying that, he ignored the two stunned assassins, turned around and walked out of the cave. A moment later, the white-bone gryphon rushed into the sky in the direction of Stratholme and threw the two assassins into the cave.
"Tch! Disgusting dead man!"
The chatty assassin rubbed his neck and said to his companions: "Pack up, we will set off immediately to visit the former site of the Hilly Prisoner of War Camp."
"But when we leave, there will be no one to guard here!"
The companion retorted: "Once the lone wolf boss finds out that we have left our posts without permission, we will be dead!"
"Mr. Winston is probably enjoying life in King Terenas's court now. How can he have time to care about us?"
The chatty assassin casually popped out two Silmarils and threw them to his companions. He himself held a gem between his two fingers, his eyes full of confusion:
"Look at these beautiful gadgets. This is private work, do you understand? There is no need to hand it over to the organization. Listen, this gadget is singing! Do you have the heart to reject it?"
"Besides, the mission is just to inquire about information, and we don't need to go into battle to kill the enemy. Is there any easier job than this?"
On the other side, Serent landed in a woodland in the Stratholme area of the Kingdom of Lordaeron after more than ten minutes of flight. There should have been a brief battle here, and the ground was full of orcs and humans.
The mutilated corpses and the smell of blood were everywhere.
Cetron said hello to Grokush who was cleaning the battlefield, and then walked towards the depths of the simple camp. In the tent that had just been set up, he found Tyrion, who was modifying two one-handed long swords.
It seems to be drawing and carving death runes.
He did not disturb Tyrion's work until a few minutes later, when the last rune was completed. Tyrion picked up the two swords with satisfaction. With the injection of death energy, the long sword in his left hand exuded a wanton wave of ice.
The temperature is low, and the long sword in his right hand is beating with blood-red light, looking a little evil.
"Take it!"
The two swords were thrown to Serent, who took them in his hands and heard Tyrion say:
"Your death spiritual power is very compatible with frost. Don't waste it. Ask Mr. Severn for advice. He can teach you how to use the power in your body better."
"Okay, I understand."
Serent nodded, and then told Tyrion about his exchange with the assassins:
"I have commissioned them to find Rogelio, but I always feel that those two assassins are unreliable... They are too weak!"
"But they represent Ravenholdt Manor and the Assassin's League. It is a really big organization. They are reputable. Once they accept the task, they will definitely complete it. If those two little thieves die during the task
, naturally there will be more advanced assassins to take over the task, you don’t need to worry about this.”
Tyrion sat on a chair made of stone. In front of him, there was a map of the Stratholme region with several red crosses drawn on it. The high lord of the Dark Blade Knights rubbed his forehead, a little confused.
explain:
"What we need to worry about now is the missing Saurfang. This orc's behavior in the past two days has been very strange. Logically speaking, he should go to the King's City of Lordaeron as soon as possible to meet with Orgrim, but he didn't...
.”
"We've been hunting them down."
Serent thought for a while and said: "The human legions are also surrounding them. Under such circumstances, they actually divided their forces to plunder. This shows that Saurfang obviously does not want to confront us head-on. Maybe he has already led
The elites rushed to Lordaeron through a road we didn't know."
"No, it won't!"
Tyrion shook his head:
"First of all, there is only one road from Stratholme to Lordaeron!"
"Secondly, Saurfang is not the kind of orc who is afraid of challenges. Our strength will not pose a threat to the combined orc army. We are not the opponent of more than 20,000 orcs at all. Saurfang will not fail.
I understand this, but he still divided his forces. Do you know what their recent actions make me feel like?"
"Um?"
Serent used a nasal voice to express his curiosity. Tyrion raised his head, looked at his subordinates, and said:
"It's like a material collection operation, plundering everywhere, gathering supplies, and then... throwing away the war in front of you and preparing for a long journey!"
"You mean he betrayed Orgrim?"
Serende's eyes widened: "This is impossible!"
"It is true that Saurfang will not betray, but it is hard to say for others."
A weird smile appeared on Tyrion's lips: "If I guess correctly, our Mr. Saurfang is in trouble! Haha, real trouble!"
