"This annoying sun!"

The scorching sun shone on the hilly land, and the forest that had been cut down by the outbreak of war a few years ago had not yet recovered, making the land that Tails once knew a little barren.

Dressed like a small merchant, Tails led his pack horse and endured the sun's rays, and he walked slowly along the road near Talenmere, cursing at the scorching sun from time to time, while contemplating his plan of action.

This is not the first time Tails has gathered intelligence in a war-torn area, in fact, in the past few years, he has done a lot of such things, not only employed by the nobles and merchants of the Alliance countries, but even served the necromancers, and he himself was born in the town of South Seas, so he naturally knows the environment around the Hillsbrad Hills well, but the problem is that at this time, this land is no longer his hometown in his memory.

And this time, he was hired by the orcs notorious in Azeroth to search for the traces of another orc, which would completely ruin his "good reputation" in Ravenhold if it was discovered by others.

Ravenhold Manor, or the League of Assassins, doesn't care who they serve, as long as they can get their due pay, they themselves are a group of assassins who defy royal power and secular wars, which is the "freedom" advertised by the League of Assassins, but having said that, it is a pity that in the war between the Alliance and the Orcs, Ravenhold finally stood on the side of the Alliance, and eighty percent of the members of the manor are humans, counting the Orcs' slaughter of humans, in private, everyone's sense of orcs is not too good.

At the thought of this, Tails became even more disgusted with his mission, but he couldn't avoid this search.

"I knew that it would have been easier to die in Hinterland at that time, at least not as entangled as it is now."

Tyres, a high-ranking assassin of the Assassin League, frowned and cursed again, but what should be done still has to be done, not only for the sake of a good reward, but also as a repayment for the favor he gave two years ago.

At that time, he was hired by a goblin merchant to scout the stronghold of the trolls in Hinterland, trying to steal the trolls' treasures, and almost died in the cave full of spiders.

Of course, at this point, Tails didn't consider the orc chief Fenris to be his friend, after all, for the Assassins of Ravenhold, only gold was the best friend.

"Bang Bang"

After staring at the vicious sun for half an hour, Tails finally arrived at the town of Nanhai, he tied his pack horse to a branch in the shade, took a few steps forward, and pushed open the door of the tavern in the town, although it was still noon, but the tavern here was already sparsely populated, and the environment was not too noisy, but Tails looked around, judging from the dress and temperament of those drinkers, these guys obviously did not look like farmers who did their duty.

If he's not mistaken, nine times out of ten, the people sitting here drinking at this point are all villains who are doing some business without capital, and from before the second grade to now, there are more and more such people in the Alterac Kingdom.

Tails carefully hid his contempt in the depths of his eyes, he nimbly walked past a few drunken fellows, sat down at the bar, beckoned to the bartender, a dull silver coin flipped between his fingers, the surface of the silver coin was painted with the sign of a raven, and when he saw the silver coin, the bald old bartender's eyes narrowed, and he nodded to Tails faintly.

A few minutes later, the two of them were seated in the far corner of the tavern.

"Well, this ale is getting worse and worse."

Tails took a sip of the wine from his glass, put it aside with a look of disgust, tapped his fingers on the table, and whispered to the old bartender in front of him:

"What? Have you recently started making this kind of shady money? ”

"To entertain a group of robbers, do you still need to use good wine?"

The old bartender said casually, he looked left and right, and lowered his voice:

"What are you doing here?"

"Work!"

Tails picked up a delicate little flask from his bosom, poured a sip of wine, wiped his mouth, and said to the old man in front of him, "Is there anything new near Tarummere lately?" ”

"If I'm not mistaken, you're still a member of Ravenhold, aren't you?"

The old bartender didn't answer Tails' question right away, he blinked:

"The League of Assassins has its own intelligence point in Alterac, and your friends collect all the news about this place every day, so as a high-ranking member, why don't you go to them and come to me, an old fellow who has retired, instead?"

"Private work, private work, understand, and the fragmentary information collected by those chicks, where can any old-timer rooted in the local area get comprehensive information?"

Tails waved his hand a little embarrassedly, his left hand wiped on the table, 10 gold coins were neatly stacked together, the old bartender snorted meaningfully, his finger tapped the stack of gold coins, as if by magic, the gold coins disappeared into his palm, and he coughed lightly:

"Listen to my advice, Tails, this kind of private work is less contacted, "lone wolf" is not an easy boss to deal with, if he catches the handle, you will be finished. ”

The old bartender reached out and took Tails' flask, put it in his hand and played with it for a few seconds, then raised his head and snuggled his chin:

"Tell me, what do you want to hear?"

Tails looked at his delicate flask with a pained expression, he hesitated for a few seconds, and then lowered his voice:

"I'm looking for an orc..."

"Hmm."

The old bartender let out an incomprehensible snort, and he threw the flask in his hand to Tails, and his face turned cold:

"Orgrim? Hehe, I'm sorry, if it's such a big guy, this little thing, it's not enough! ”

"Don't be too greedy! Old guys! ”

Tails gritted his teeth: "I just need one piece of information!" ”

"Then I'm afraid you probably don't know how expensive the information about Orgrim is right now!"

The old bartender folded his arms and whispered:

"After he escaped from prison, Lordaeron, Stormgard, and Dalaran sent their best spies to Alterac, as well as the robbers who were kings of the mountains, and they were also used by the bureaucrats to search almost an inch of the entire hilly area, and the Syndicate, you know them? A group of exiled nobles who are eager to restore their kingdom are also frantically searching for the orc. ”

The old man's finger pointed behind him, the drunken scoundrels, who were already drunk, and he lay on the table and looked at Tails:

"Why do you think they came to me in the middle of the day and got drunk? You see, it's not just you who want to get some news from me, there's other people, and they're bidding a lot more than you! ”

The old bartender spread his hands:

"So you think, why should I help you? Anyone in our line of work knows, don't have any friendship with me or anything like that, after Pirenod lost the throne and the Presto family fled, Alterac is now a lawless place! ”

"There is no order in this place anymore, it is completely out of control, Tarunmir is visited by robbers every 3 days, even the most honest farmer can't survive, and he flees to Gilneth or Lordaeron with his family, and the forest is full of "thieves", who have to fight for land almost every day, and every day there are corpses thrown on the side of the road. ”

The old man babbled:

"If it weren't for the protection of the South Sea Town by the Kul Tiras Navy, I'm afraid this place would also be treated as a fat sheep, I now sleep every day with a loaded musket under my pillow, look around you, there are robbers, thieves, murderers, it's too bad, now only the sound of gold coins can make me feel happy and relaxed."

A flash of sadness flashed in his narrowed eyes, but soon, his gaze was overshadowed by the glow of a philistine, and he patted Tails on the wrist, stood up, and whispered in the Assassin's ear:

"Little Tails, listen to my advice, get out of here, don't go into this troubled water!"

"So you really have some news in your hands?"

Tails looked at the old bartender's back, he gritted his teeth, took something out of the backpack he was carrying, put it in his hand and turned it upside down, it was a wine jug full of elven-style carvings, inlaid with various jewels, the most special was the inscription of several runes of incomprehensible meaning under the flask, between the runes and the glitter, the surface of the work of art made of gold and silver, there would be a frost like mist.

The moment the thing was taken out, more than a dozen greedy eyes fell on Tails, and even the old bartender turned around and stared at what Tails was holding, his eyes narrowed again, and then he walked back to the assassin, sat down across from him, reached out and took the flask from Tails' hand, and put it in his hand to examine it repeatedly.

"Well, at least it's an antique that's more than 2,000 years old, this emblem seems to be the inheritance treasure of the noble family of Quel'Thalas, and it's also engraved with a perfect necromantic rune, tsk, I can't imagine where you got this treasure from."

The old bartender clutched the fine flask in his hand, and he looked at Tails:

"So, you've decided anyway?"

The Assassin closed his eyes, not allowing himself to look at the treasure that belonged to him just now, which was from Tyrion four years ago. The treasure in Dawnblade's hands was one of the most valuable in his entire collection.

He nodded stiffly, causing the old bartender to let out a sigh, and a moment later, a folded animal skin was shoved into his hand in a stealthy way of transmitting messages between assassins, and the old bartender patted Tails on the shoulder:

"I don't know where Orgrim is, but ten days ago, the fugitive orc and the knight of Lordaeron fought, in the place where they fought, I found this, it should be something that the orc carried with him, listen to me, Orgrim could have gone directly to the Arathi Heights to meet those rebellious orcs, but he didn't!"

"There is a reason why he risked his life to stay in Alterac, Orgrim is also looking for something, and the only clue is now in your hands, as long as you walk out of this door, all the forces that are now active in Alterac will regard you as a thorn in their side, I can only help you get here, if you are lucky enough to be alive, when you come back, I will invite you to drink!"

"Now, before those people come, get out of my tavern! Don't give an old man any more trouble. ”

Tails tightened his grip on the hide, and as he stared at the old bartender, he whispered:

"At least give me another direction, Alterac is so big..."

The old man glanced at the flask in his hand, he pursed his lips a little painfully, and finally said a location:

"The last place he appeared was in the Dagger of Coran! Go ahead. ”

"Thank you."

Tails picked up his little silver flask and drank it down, and when he looked back, the undrunk fellows in the tavern were silently blocking the tavern door, looking at him with unkind eyes.

A silent laugh appeared at the corner of the assassin's mouth, his nimble fingers flipped over, a faint light flickered on his fingertips, he walked to the door of the tavern in full view, and in the amuseful gaze of the old bartender who returned to the bar, the assassin moved his shoulders, and he didn't see how he moved, and a thin red line appeared on the neck of a strong man standing in front of him, and the next moment, blood gushed out.

"It's just a bunch of crumbs."

In a deep voice, Tails's figure was like a flying shadow, shuttling back and forth in the chaotic crowd, two special-shaped daggers were held in the palm of his hand, and every fierce swing would take a life.

A high-level assassin who completely let go of his hand face these bandits who can only scare ordinary people is like a god of death who harvests life, and no one can stop him.

Two minutes later, Tyers, covered in blood, pushed open the tavern door, and the scorching sun was still shining on the barren land, he pursed his lips and walked to the tavern door, untied the old pack horse's rope and chewing head, and patted it on the neck.

"Run, old fellow, I'll be left alone for the rest of the road."

As he spoke, the Assassin strapped his carefully organized backpack behind him, took his bearings, and quickly sprang out of the tavern towards the Alterac Mountains northwest of the Hillsbrad Hills.

The goal of his mission was there, and he had to get there before he could be caught.

Hunt and kill, this is the fate of the assassins.