Before being contaminated by the evil blood, the orcs, who prided themselves on honor, looked down on thieves who only knew how to hide in the dark and make sneak attacks.
Except for the Shadow Council founded by Gul'dan, few orcs would choose to become thieves. Their eternal destiny is to be brave warriors.
With the Shadow Council being taken over by Orgrim, the orcs could not find suitable scouts for a while.
As a last resort, the Fire Blade Sword Masters headed by Dar Triple Blood Blade took over this task.
Several years have passed since the orcs invaded Azeroth. The Burning Blade clan has gradually begun to work as scouts, and the sword masters have become more and more proficient in using the wind step.
Wherever someone passes by, there are bound to be traces left behind.
Although Vereesa, who was well versed in counter-investigation, tried her best to eliminate traces, some unusual clues were still discovered under the careful pursuit of the Fire Blade Saint Samuro.
Squatting down in front of a mud pond on the west shore of Lake Allendale, Samuro looked at the messy pile of mud with all his thoughts.
"There are traces of someone stirring it up on purpose. Did they enter the water and escape from here?"
Looking along the wide surface of Allendale Lake, the smoky and bad environment made Samuro unable to see the scene on the other side of the lake. He could only vaguely see a tall tower rising into the sky.
This is the only remaining defensive stronghold of Bandinoril in the southern part of Eversong Forest, the Tower of the Morning Star.
The top of the tower shines with a pale blue arcane light, becoming a beacon guiding Salom to continue moving forward in the current foggy environment.
"The final task... must be completed successfully."
Carrying his beloved Fire Blade behind his back, Samuro plunged into the water and swam quickly to the other side in a dog-pawing posture.
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At the same time, Sarlayan and others, who had set off first, had arrived at Deep Shadow Manor.
The black-robed man who was knocked unconscious woke up on the road.
Valeera lifted his hood, and a very unfamiliar face appeared in front of the four of them. His face was full of fear and anxiety.
"Who are you? Whose orders do you follow? Why betray the interests of Quel'Thalas?"
When it comes to torture, Valeela, who has received professional training, is the best at it.
But in fact, it didn't take much effort to interrogate this person. After a few threats, he poured out all the information he knew like pouring beans.
It has to be said that the people behind the scenes are very cautious.
The man in black robes who was responsible for contacting the trolls didn't know much information. He was a puppet recruited by the real traitor in Qingfeng Village with a lot of money, and he was only responsible for passing on information for him.
"Qingfeng Village..."
Sarlayan remembered the place name.
Qingfeng Village is the largest trade distribution center in the northern part of the forest besides Silver Moon City. It connects the north and south of Yongge Forest. Goods shipped from Yangfan Port to Silver Moon City also need to pass through here.
In Sarlayan's impression, Qingfeng Village is a huge village with great vitality and high mobility of people.
On the other hand, there are many adventurers and mercenaries in Qingfeng Village who speak freely, and it was once one of Sarlayan's main battle locations.
He often met "friends" with boxing in Qingfeng Village, leaving many legends in the local tavern.
The mercenary named Anderson was persuaded by the huge sum of money promised by his employer. He suppressed his instinctive discomfort and ventured into the gathering place of Amani trolls. He was responsible for conveying the information told to him by his employer to the trolls in real time.
"This is it."
Anderson also knew that what he was doing was betraying the enemy and betraying his country. In order to survive, he betrayed his employer without any moral integrity and poured all the black water on him.
Anderson took out a beautifully crafted amulet from his pocket: "The real traitor contacted me through this thing."
"What is this?" Lylas looked around the amulet curiously: "Magic prop?"
"Don't move yet."
Valeera carefully began to check the enchantment on the amulet, and after a while she looked at Anderson with a flattering smile on his face.
"You're lucky, do you really think the reward for this kind of brain-destroying task is so easy to get?"
"In addition to the remote contact spell, this amulet also has a powerful self-destruction spell built into it."
"Once the mission is completed, your employer can remotely activate the self-destruct program and then..."
"Bang~ you will be blown up to the sky."
"this……"
Anderson looked at the amulet on the table in shock and anger: "It turns out that guy didn't plan to pay in the first place! If I had known, I would have..."
Sarlayan twitched his lips incomprehensibly: "Is this the point? Money is more important than life?"
Anderson smiled self-deprecatingly: "Looking at the size of this manor, you must be from a very good family. A young master like you won't understand us, the lower class people."
Sarlayan frowned slightly: "Don't make me sound like a noble who bullies the common people. Look at my ears. In the xenophobic Quel'Thalas, I am the one being discriminated against."
Only then did Anderson notice that Sarlayan was different from ordinary high elves.
"So you are a half-elf...I understand."
No matter how prosperous a country is, there will be a dark side, just like no matter how prosperous a city is, there will be slums.
Quel'Thalas is the richest country in the Eastern Kingdoms, and its living standards are much better than those of the human kingdoms where the people under their rule are still struggling to fill their stomachs.
In the words of Danmu, every family has its own sutras that are difficult to recite.
With no worries about food and clothing, the people of Quel'Thalas naturally have a higher pursuit - to get ahead.
Unfortunately, the feudal aristocratic system in Quel'Thalas has almost completely blocked the advancement space for common people.
For ordinary people who are not of noble origin, becoming a mage apprentice is the best way to advance.
If you can earn the title of Master Mage through hard work, even ordinary people from humble backgrounds can turn around.
But becoming a mage apprentice is not easy.
Even if all high elves have arcane affinity, not everyone has the qualifications to be a mage.
The Fasselin Academy of Magic located on Sunstrider Island recruits students from all of Quel'Thalas every five years.
However, only a pitiful single digit number of students who pass all examinations are admitted each time, and the proportion of these freshmen who eventually graduate and receive the official title of mage is also quite low.
It is precisely because the number of mage professions is rare that their status has always been high.
Those who are determined to make progress but are unfortunately unsuccessful can only find another way out. Some people will give up and become warriors. As the parts that make up Quel'Thalas, they will spend an uneventful life doing ordinary jobs.
The other group of people who are unwilling to give up either become rangers and join the regular army, or they travel around the world under the name of adventurers and mercenaries.
Or join the Farstriders and fight to safeguard the interests of the high elves throughout Azeroth.
Anderson chose the second path.
Since he has no hope of becoming a powerful man, he can only dream of becoming a rich man one day and having the capital to brag in front of his family and friends.
"Fuck, so showing off is an instinct that intelligent creatures can never give up."
"If you have the conditions, you should show off. If there are no conditions, you should show off if you create the conditions."
"There's nothing wrong with that. People with mage qualifications can become pretenders, rich people can show off their wealth and show off, and people with outstanding combat abilities can become heroes and pretend."
"All roads lead to pretentiousness."
"The classic inverted sentence belongs to yes."
"As long as people live, they have to show off (violent theory)."
Ignoring the barrage of ridicule, Sarlayan listened intently to Anderson revealing a little information about his employer.
As Valeera said, the traitor who was hiding behind the scenes and manipulating everything was very cautious and left almost no usable intelligence.
Anderson only knew that his employer would contact him this afternoon, use him as a medium to communicate remotely with the Amani trolls and orc envoys, and reveal Lileza's marching trajectory to the orcs and trolls.
"Bang!"
Hearing this, Vereesa punched the table hard, and she punched a big hole in the solid wood table with her brute force.
Lyras also looked very unhappy. After all, the trolls and orcs were plotting against his biological mother.
"call……"
Vereesa, whose face turned red, took several deep breaths before she regained her composure.
"The top priority is that we must break through the blockade as soon as possible and get..."
"Dingling~"
The faint sound of bells reached the ears of the five people, and Sarlayan's expression suddenly changed.
"Be alert! Someone is approaching the manor and has triggered the alarm bell left by dad!"