Everything that happened in the Great Council Hall soon spread throughout the Darkblade and the upper echelons of the Federation, and it was clear to everyone who was qualified to know the inside story that a war of small scale but imperative was about to begin.

The Federal Assembly officially announced that it would not express any opinion on this, but in fact, the Federation was also very disgusted by this despicable action of the Human Empire, because the Empire's spies directly targeted the steam locomotives and railway lines that the Federation currently valued the most, and their rampant activities in the Red Ridge Mountains also directly affected the local law and order situation.

The immigrants in the northern Xinjiang are integrating into the federal system, and the occurrence of such an evil ** at this time has undoubtedly caused turmoil in the overall order of the federation, and many of the imperial agents involved in this matter have been captured by the Dark Blade Intelligence Bureau, which makes the Supreme Council of the Federation feel frightened and afraid, and there are several secret agents among them, even members of the local parliament, or local figures.

It is said that the always moderate Speaker Van Cleef even slapped the table angrily at the regular meeting of the Supreme Council, and he denounced the Empire's rescue operation as "the thief's heart of the Empire's destruction of the Federation", and he also demanded that the Veterans Federation, which played a passive role in this matter, make a deep review and immediately conduct an internal inventory.

This is not an outrage, because at least a fifth of the captured Imperial agents have entered the heart of the Federation through the channels of the Veterans Federation, which has not been banned after this storm, and has proven the sanity of the Supreme Council.

For a while, the individuals in the entire federal ruling area who were still disconnected from the empire fell into panic, but the top of the federation still maintained a sober sense and did not expand the matter.

The more than 300 blood-stained heads that were secretly sent to Kalimdor by the Darkblade Intelligence Bureau, the heads of those Imperial agents who were executed, are said to have been placed on the table of the King's Council... It represents the brutal war between spies and spies on both sides, and it has officially begun.

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"Well, those guys, especially Lumi, are really not worrying."

In the calm night of the Midnight Garden, Aurelia and Tyrion leaned side by side on two chaise longues, enjoying a brief two-person world, the Blood Mother will return to Draenor tomorrow, so they can only spend time together tonight, fortunately... The night is still long.

In the face of Aurelia's complaints, Tyrion looked a little tired, but he was noncommittal, and while picking up the special tobacco, he said to his wife:

"Although Luminas looks crazy on the surface, the relationship between her and Myra is still very deep, have you been to see Myra? My poor cousin lost most of his life, and it will take more than a year to recover... The training methods of the Ash Knight have leaked out in the end, those special holy silver, holy fire oil... Alas, I can't be at peace. ”

The mellow smell of tobacco lingered on the face of the Great Lord of the Dark Blade, making his face look slightly blurry, and he looked at the starry sky above his head and whispered:

"The next task of the Darkblade Intelligence Bureau will be very heavy, since the appearance of the Ash Knights is inevitable, then the monitoring of these dangerous items must be put on the agenda, all the large Mithril and Thorsilver mines in the entire eastern continent must be listed as controlled items, and Buddy must find a way to participate in the mining business circle of Kalimdor."

As he spoke, he shook his head:

"Thankfully, it's a lot of work to make, otherwise I'd really have a headache."

"Huh"

Aurelia rolled over and leaned into Tyrion's arms, her eyes closed, and she said as if in a dream:

"But that's what makes such a dangerous struggle interesting, doesn't it?"

Tyrion smiled silently, reached out to protect his wife's perfect waist, and snorted:

"Of course, it's too boring to always crush them, let alone just a mixed attack, how many master assassins can be sacrificed on the side of the Empire? There are always some people who think that the empire will win once is a situation where the sky is falling, but they have never thought about the overall balance of power between the two sides, and what can be achieved by relying on these little tricks of assassination, so let those young people develop, I am looking forward to the day when they know the truth, hehe, their expressions will definitely be very interesting. ”

As he spoke, he put the tobacco next to the ashtray and whispered in his wife's ear:

"Go wash up, I'll be here soon..."

The Blood Mistress glared at her husband, but she got up obediently, dragged her red gauze dress, and walked into the mansion, leaving Tyrion alone in the courtyard.

"Come out, what does the sneaky look like?"

The Great Lord scolded, and the next moment, the darkness in front of him rolled, and a shadow in uniform appeared in front of the Great Lord, this indifferent Level 9 agent seemed a little awkward when facing the Great Lord, standing 3 meters away from Tyrion, without saying a word.

"Nasa..."

"Call me Shadow!"

Tyrion habitually uttered the familiar name, but the shadow immediately interrupted him:

"Nassa is dead."

"Okay, Shadow."

The Great Lord shook his head, he picked up the tobacco in his hand again, looked at the high-ranking agent in front of him, and asked softly:

"Is the work going well?"

"It didn't go very well."

The shadow said bluntly:

"This defeat was a big blow to Shore because he locked himself in the training room and didn't come out for 48 hours, and I was worried that if it went on like this, Shore would really become a nightmare for him."

"Then send him to the most dangerous place!"

Tyrion frowned and said:

"If he can't even accept failure, then his future is like this, which is actually a good thing for him, and if he can wake up from that disgusting sadistic symptoms, I will even applaud, and besides, about Shore, have you found out?"

"Hmm."

The shadow nodded:

"Two years ago, in the maritime merchants of Treasure Bay, someone had seen a suspicious person in the archipelago inhabited by the trolls of Zandalara, and judging by the traces of energy left by the Red Ridge Mountain... During the years he was missing, it is likely that Shore had been associated with an eccentric Loa, based on our research into troll culture, a quirky Loa known as the "patron god of thieves and scavengers", who called himself Gani, and appeared in the form of a purple raider. ”

The shadow whispered:

"Even among the trolls, Ghani is a strange being, and we know very little about it."

"Then strengthen your understanding!"

Tyrion stood up, his shoulders shifting, and he said:

"Send some people to the Zendara Islands, we're going to have to go there sooner or later... My old friend Bonsandy, who was there too. ”

"I see, I'll send my best agents to lurk there."

The shadow agreed in a standard subordinate stance, then flicked his finger, and the other blood maid grabbed a hooded guy out of the shadows, and the shadow looked at Tyrion and whispered:

"This is one of your old friends, the Great Lord, who wanted to see you before he was taken to District 13."

This sudden situation made Tyrion pause, he knew that in the system of the Darkblade Intelligence Agency, Area 13 was the code name for a secret prison complex established in the Frostfire Ridge of Draenor, which was the worst area in the world of Draenor, extremely cold and desolate, and any prisoner who tried to escape would be frozen to death on the ice field.

Even for the orcs, it was a bitter cold place, and being locked up in Area 13 meant that the prisoner would not be able to show up in Azeroth for at least the next 15 years, and if he refused to cooperate, the sentence would likely be indefinite, until he died of old age.

Tyrion gestured, and the shadow and the other agent immediately stepped back and entered the shadows, they did not leave, but stood guard all around, apparently, the High Lord did not want his next communication with the prisoner to be known to the others.

"Huh"

The High Lord waved his finger, and the black cloth covering the prisoner's face was pulled away by an invisible force, revealing the haggard and pale face, and the moment he saw this face, Tyrion knew the identity of the guy in front of him.

"Tails..."

Tyrion whispered the name, he looked at the assassin in front of him, and seemed to have mixed emotions, Tails had been serving the Dark Blade for a long time, and even colluded with the Dark Blade's intelligence organization for a while, reselling the Empire's information, and then using the information given by the Dark Blade to make him rise in the Empire's intelligence system.

It is also said to have been favored by the Emperor of Lothar... Tyrion originally believed that Tyles would become the sharpest thorn in the Darkblade's imperial system, but after the Battle of the Northern Frontier, the connection between Darkblade Intelligence and Tails was unilaterally severed, and now it seems that this former traitor has chosen a very different path than the Great Lord expected.

Frankly, it gave Tyrion a sense that the world was wrong with people and things.

A moment later, the High Lord's fingers ran across the chains between the wrists of the silent Tails, the heavy shackles broke in response, and the broken legs of Tails were still recovering, his fragile body shook twice, and finally fell to the chair on the side, looking at his embarrassed appearance, Tyrion whispered:

"Why are you doing this?"

As he spoke, the High Lord pulled out a deep mountain tobacco from his cigar box, which was intended for his human friends, and handed it to Tails, who raised his trembling arm and lit it, and after a deep breath, Tails, who had never smoked tobacco, began to cough violently, which seemed to trigger a wound in his body, causing blood stains on the corners of his mouth and tears in his eyes.

"It's so exciting, it makes me cry."

Tails looked up, letting tears run down his cheeks, and he looked at Tyrion, who answered the High Lord's question earnestly:

"To be honest, I don't know why."

"The shadow is very ruthless, it seems that you really her off."

Tyrion reached out and touched Tails' arm, he shook his head and said:

"Some of your bone marrow has been sucked out, and even if your bones grow well, you may not be able to eat the Assassin's bowl of rice... For this adventure of being treated as an outcast, you have lost your future and your future, etc..."

Tyrion noticed the ring on Tails' left hand, and he looked up and asked in surprise:

"You're married?"

"Well, I got married last month."

Tails silently smoked the tobacco in his hand, and between the smoke, a flash of happiness appeared in his red eyes:

"Fengzi is married, yes, I still have children, Taresa can support herself, she is a good hand in business, and the child will not suffer in the future, at least not like when I was a child... I know that I shouldn't have to worry about doing this business, but feelings, no one can say this kind of thing. ”

"So, is it worth it?"

Tyrion crouched in front of Tails, looking earnestly into the Assassin's eyes, and asked:

"Is it Lothar's death that makes you feel ashamed of your countrymen? Or is it your sudden discovery of conscience that makes you rush back to die? Or are you living enough? Your life has just begun. ”

"If you do it, you do it, and there's no reason for it."

Tails's tone suddenly hardened, he threw the tobacco in his hand on the ground, and he looked at Tyrion:

"I'm not here to beg for mercy, I just want to say, for the sake of what I've done for Darkblade in the past, don't let your mad woman interfere with my family! Don't let her hurt my child! There was madness in her eyes, and I knew she could do such a thing! ”

"Are you worried about this?"

Tyrion sat in his chaise longue and chatted with an old friend, he handed Tails a cigarette again, and lit it for Tails himself, his ice-blue eyes shone with a touch of calm, he put his hand on Tails' shoulder and patted it, and said:

"No, it won't hurt my wife and children, I still understand this truth, seriously, Tails, as long as you nod your head, as long as you are willing to reclassify yourself into the intelligence system of the Dark Blade, I can guarantee that no one in this world will hurt your relatives, and I have enough ability to cure you... So that you don't need to be a human being on crutches for the rest of your life, do you know what I mean? ”

"I understand."

Receiving Tyrion's promise, Tails closed his eyes contentedly, he began to taste the tobacco in his hand, and after exhaling a breath of smoke, he opened his eyes, looked at Tyrion, and said seriously:

"But I refuse!"