9. Ravenhold's business (continued) --- for the abcde555 brothers [10/10]
Different worlds will always give birth to many different civilizations and many special industries, and for any profession, necessary ethics are required.
For a senior intelligence collector, it is not difficult to find a distinctive missing person in the war. So after two days of Serent’s commission, the Dark Blade Knights resting near the hills They got the news they wanted.
"The whole hill is turned into a pot of porridge!"
The chatty assassin whom Serent had seen once was sitting on a stone in the dark night, playing with the dagger with his fingers. The sharp blade danced in his hand, like a butterfly darting through a flower.
"Fighters from the Alliance, orcs from the Horde, and I even saw trolls plundering everywhere. At this point, anyone with a brain would stay at home, behind a strong castle, but then again Even the noble King of Alterac cannot avoid assassination in his palace, so where else is safe?"
A hint of helplessness flashed in the assassin's eyes. He raised his head and looked at the four figures standing in the darkness. To be honest, he was a little scared to see these strange dead people alone in the dark night.
But this is the rule of Ravenholdt. If you accept a task, you must complete it yourself, unless you die.
"Oh? What happened to the King of Alterac?"
A hoarse voice in the darkness asked with great interest: "Go on, I'm actually quite curious."
This answer made the chatty assassin stunned for a moment. The next moment, a cold wine bottle was thrown into his hand. He shook the wine bottle in his hand with a strange look on his face and said doubtfully:
"I never knew that dead people can drink?"
"It's true that ordinary dead people don't, but you can think of us as special ones."
The hoarse voice sounded again. The assassin shrugged and opened the wine bottle. The wine that had been infected by the cold power of the death knight became very cold and tasted different.
As for poisoning...don't be kidding, if an assassin who was born in Ravenholdt couldn't even tell the difference between poisoned wine and wine, he would have been kicked out of the manor long ago.
Don't think this guy is a chatterbox, but he is actually a senior assassin.
"Well, it's comfortable!"
The chatty assassin took a sip of wine and felt the special low-temperature liquid entering his body, which made his whole body tremble and his spirit became better.
"Thanks for the wine, man."
As the assassin spoke, he conveniently hung the elf-style wine bottle on his belt. Everything was so natural, as if this thing originally belonged to him.
"Then let us continue to say that the King of Alterac, His Majesty Aiden Perenold, the king who sold his country and the alliance, was attacked by more than 12 people in his heavily guarded palace last night. The joint assassination by two assassins is only a little bit different!"
The chatty assassin stretched out his hand and gestured with his fingers:
"Only a few inches away, His Majesty Ayden was about to die in hell. Unfortunately, the assassination failed. He was saved by his cousin. It is said that he was a reclusive member of the royal family. His Majesty Ayden was called He is Lord Presto, and the relationship between the two seems to be very close. He took action at the critical moment and saved the mad king."
Having said this, the chatty assassin pursed his lips:
"What a shame, that's a lot of money."
"If it doesn't work once, try it twice."
Tyrion, who was standing in the darkness, shrank suddenly when he heard the name "Prestor", but he quickly said calmly: "I don't believe Ravenholdt's assassins will."
You are timid because of a failure. Speaking of which, how is Mr. "Duke" doing lately?"
Tyrion's question caused the chatty assassin to pause for a moment while playing with the dagger in his hand. In the darkness, the assassin's eyes looked up and down at Tyrion. After a few seconds, he snorted:
"I don't know who you are, guest, but Mr. Duke probably doesn't have a friend like you... And as far as I know, the person who assassinated His Majesty Ayden was not from the manor. If we really do it, His Majesty Ayden will die.
It’s settled, in short, there is something wrong with Lord Presto who suddenly appeared... Of course, this has nothing to do with us."
The chatty assassin's answer was a bit subtle. He was obviously testing Tyrion's background, but the death knight did not answer. On the contrary, he coughed lightly and asked directly:
"Now that we've finished chatting, it's time to talk about the person we're looking for. Where is Rogge?"
"According to the news we have received, unfortunately, Mr. Rogelio Sunfury is dead, and he died before 18 months."
The assassin's voice also became serious. He stretched out his hand and threw something over. Tyrion caught it in his hand. It was a family crest covered in dust. It was the fire emblem of the Sun Fury family and Roglio.
The accessory that never left his body made Tyrion's eyes tighten.
"Where is he? Who killed him?"
"No one knows where he is buried."
The chatty assassin said slowly:
"But he last appeared on the night when the high elves' prison camp was attacked by orcs. He dragged his seriously injured body to Durnholde Castle to seek help. More than one guard saw him. Unfortunately, after that night,
Mr. Rogelio was never seen again."
"The coat of arms on your hand was found by me from an orphanage in the Stansom area of Lordaeron. According to the child, it was a toy left to him by his father... and his father was once in
Served in Durnholde Castle and died in the first battle of the orc invasion, do you understand?"
"Edras Blackmoore, right?"
Tyrion's voice turned cold:
"A thing like a bastard can actually kill the best ranger under my command. It's really a fate. However, we will deal with the grievances between this general and us ourselves. What I want to say now is that your entrustment is still
It’s not finished yet! Where is Roger buried?”
"It must be near the castle, but to be honest, there is nothing we can do at this time of year... There are 2,000 soldiers stationed in Durnholde Castle. It is impossible for the two of us to sneak into it for investigation, but in this matter
, there is a very important character, although I am not 100% sure, but I feel that if anyone else knows where your ranger is buried, he must be the most likely person to know!"
The assassin stood up, put his fingers in his mouth, and whistled. A moment later, his always silent assassin companion dragged a bag into the forest and threw it at the feet of the death knights.
"Pastor Chaldea Morgan, during the time when Mr. Roglio disappeared, he was responsible for treating soldiers and civilians at Durnhold Castle. He must have had contact with Mr. Roglio. In other words, this man
The priest has been very lucky recently. He caught up with Prince Varian Wrynn of the Kingdom of Stormwind. Now he is the prince's most trusted priest. If the prince hadn't been sent to Kul Tiras in an emergency,
, we haven’t caught him so easily in Lordaeron.”
"Our work is done, guests!"
The chatty assassin waved his hand towards the death knight:
"It's time to say goodbye."
"etc!"
Just before the two assassins disappeared into the forest, the Death Knight called out to them. The two assassins clenched their weapons at the same time, but Tyrion just looked at their backs and whispered:
"Leave me the contact information, my friend. Maybe I will ask you for help with many things in the future."
"oh?"
The chatty assassin breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to look at Tyrion, his brows raised, and his voice under the mask became cheerful:
"Does a big shot who knows the name "Duke" still ask us rookies for help? It seems that my skills and experience have been recognized, which is really gratifying..."
"Buzz"
A beating dark silver coin was thrown out by the Chatty Assassin, and rolled into Tyrion's hand:
"The secret word is "The Sword of the Ownerless". You know, our people can be found in any tavern in the big cities in the Eastern Continent. As long as you can recognize them, you can find me... As for the name,
Just call me Thales."
The silver coin engraved with a shadow raven was turned over by Tyrion a few times in his hand, and then thrown to Serent beside him. He no longer paid attention to the two assassins. He squatted down and reached out to untie the coin.
He opened the pocket at his feet and dragged the unconscious Chaldean priest out of the pocket.
"Snapped"
A cold slap hit the priest's face. With the severe pain, the Chaldean priest suddenly woke up from the strange coma. Micro frostbite had appeared on his cheek, and the sharp stabbing
The coldness of his soul made the pastor's whole body begin to tremble.
He saw the man squatting in front of him, the appearance of a high elf, the death energy wrapped around his thin cheeks, and his ice-blue eyes that were no different from those of a dead person.
The Chaldean priest swallowed hard. He turned his head and saw Serent and Luminas behind him, being brought here by three elf death knights in the middle of the night. Even if the priest was a fool, he should
You know, the secret hidden deep in your heart...has been exposed.
"You are not a warrior!"
Tyrion saw the panicked eyes of the priest, and he knew that the priest was definitely not a strong-willed person. Such a person would not be able to kill Rogge. With the old ranger's body, even if he was seriously injured,
, can also easily kill this priest.
"So I just asked...where is Rogelio?"
"Rogge...Mr. Rogge...I, I don't know, I don't know anything, that has nothing to do with me!"
When the Chaldean priest heard this name, it was as if he had been hit by a shadow wound in his heart. He screamed in horror like a rabbit. This behavior made Serende next to him roll his eyes.
, this pastor is really a coward.
"Child, listen to me."
Tyrion stretched out his hand, grabbed the collar of the Chaldean priest, lifted him up from the ground, and let him stand in the dark night. He reached out and patted the dust on the Chaldean priest's robe. Finally,
He stretched out his hand and put it on the Chaldean priest's shoulder. He looked at the priest and said softly:
"All I need to know now is where Rogelio Sunfury was buried after he was killed. As for whether you have anything to do with this matter or whether you are innocent, that has nothing to do with me, understand?
After Rogge wakes up, he will have to judge your life or death."
"ah!"
The incomparable cold penetrated the body of the Chaldean priest through his shoulders, and encountered the instinctive counterattack of the holy light in his body. For a moment, the priest's body was surrounded by bright and warm holy light, but it had no offensive power, and
After Tyrion increased the input of death energy, the young priest turned pale and half of his body was frozen.
"You don't want to die, right?"
Tyrion's voice sounded again:
"You see, you will become a palace priest in the future, and you will have a very bright future. And I remember that not saving someone at the risk of death is also a serious sin in the Holy Light doctrine. Don't you want to repent?"
Facing the death knight's questioning, the pale-faced Chaldean priest couldn't help but think of that cold and dark night again. The pain and fear that felt like the next day made him couldn't help but tighten the rosary beads in his hand.
After this incident happened, for the past year and a half, he would think of the innocent ranger who died tragically almost every night.
He hated his own powerlessness, hated his own cowardice and fear, and even more hated General Blackmoore, who killed the ranger wantonly and now wanted the Chaldean priest to endure such pain.
It was a hard life enduring the condemnation of the Holy Light and self-questioning, and the Chaldean priest had had enough of it all.
After a few seconds, he raised his head and looked at Tyrion in front of him with difficulty. After a moment, there was a touch of determination in his eyes:
"I am willing to take you there... but Mr. Rogge is buried in the church of Durnholde Castle. I buried the poor man with my own hands. But now Durnholde Castle has 2,000 garrison troops, and you can't enter.
.”
Tyrion raised his head and looked at the moonlight above the hilly forest. He had vaguely expected Rogge to escape death, but now it seemed that the poor ranger had not been able to return to his hometown in the end.
He has been waiting alone in this land far away from his hometown for 18 months. How lonely it must be.
"Death knights, have you heard this?"
Tyrion's voice rang in the forest: "Our brother died. He died in obscurity. He was buried in a castle garrisoned by 2,000 people. I am going to take him home. Which of you and
Shall I go with you?"
Serent and Luminas silently took out the weapons from their waists. Grokush stood there with his arms folded like a mountain, waiting for orders. The two Sarain reached out and pulled down their mage hats.
In the dark night, the Dark Rangers, whose number had increased to 25, appeared one after another.
"Then let's go and take him home."
Tyrion strode forward, the cloak behind him fluttering in the night, and his gray hair flying in the wind. Behind him, the murderous death knights followed their leader. Before, they had been in pain.
Now, it’s time to teach the arrogant nobles of the Alliance a lesson.
