In the world of Azeroth, there is a special branch of magic called bewitchment magic, which includes psychic induction, mind control, illusionism, and other spells that can be used to confuse opponents or set traps.

And in Dalaran's teaching of bewitching magic, there is a very important concept:

The most important criterion for using bewitchment magic is to make the opponent think that he is in a state of absolute freedom at all times, to make him think that he is in control, and in actual combat, when facing these strange opponents, you will often be hit by the time you think he is suddenly weak, or that you are lucky.

Although the Assassins did not use magic, the basic principles of this bewitching magic could be applied to them as well... By the time they thought everything was going well, they had fallen into a trap carefully prepared by the Darkblade Intelligence Agency.

"Surprise! （surprise！ ）”

With the mocking shrill laughter of the dwarf agent disguised as the target of the mission, the unlucky female assassin fell to the ground under the stimulation of the strong electric current, and her abdomen still had a hideous wound, even in this extreme disadvantage, she still wanted to fight back, but the next moment, the dwarf agent's sharp power knife was on her neck, and without hesitation, she cut her skin, so that she did not dare to make any other movements.

And that's just the beginning...

Suddenly a cluster of shadows burst out from all sides of the room, and in the midst of the dark red ominous halo, a slender figure wearing a white mask, red leather coat, black uniform, and high boots appeared before Tails, her gloved left hand waved outward, and the long thorny whip with black barbs whistled around the neck of an assassin, dragging the hapless creature to her feet.

"Don't move!"

The shadow impatiently said a word to the human assassin at his feet, but the guy didn't admit defeat and pulled out his dagger, wanting to fight back, and the next moment...

"Bang"

Cyan smoke drifted from the muzzle of the black pistol in Shadow's hand, and at her feet, there was already a black bloody hole on the forehead of the unlucky guy who tried to fight back.

A life is gone...

"I hate saying the same sentence twice..."

Shadow flicked the pistol in her hand, she looked at the shocked Tails, and behind the mask, a cold smile appeared on that beautiful face:

"It's the League of Assassins? Supposedly the self-proclaimed oldest intelligence organization in the world? ”

"Hehe, that's it..."

Seeing himself and his companions surrounded by the Serain Blood Handmaidens who appeared in the shadows, two words echoed in the heart of Master Assassin Tyres.

"It's over..."

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"With Holy Fire Oil!"

Unbeknownst to Mr. Winston, the lone wolf, what was happening in the basement below, he and the Master Assassins of the League of Assassins were still fighting to the death knights in bunker-like buildings.

However, in this territory of the undead, the assassins were not powerless, under the command of Winston, this group of sturdy assassin masters grabbed bottles containing red liquid one by one, and smashed them into the necromancer in front of them, and the liquid spilled after the bottle was shattered seemed to start burning as soon as it touched the breath of the necromancy.

And these flames are very peculiar, their adhesion is extremely strong, on the bodies of several death knights who were cut down, this flame constantly absorbs the death energy in the body of the death knight, as if using the cold energy as fuel, the death knight is ignited entirely, burning like a torch.

There is no doubt that this so-called "Holy Fire Oil" must be some kind of "new product" for the undead that the Empire has just recently made.

"Aha!"

A dwarven assassin beside Winston grabbed two one-handed axes, jumped up like cannonballs, and smashed a death knight to the ground from behind, and the battle axe in his hands slashed into the body of the necromancer.

The Death Knight, who was slow to feel pain, struggled frantically, as if the axe had some kind of strange magic attached to it, which would make him feel very painful.

"This axe, for Kazmodan!"

This dwarven assassin is like a berserker, wielding two axes like a meat chopping axe, between the cold blood splashes, the death knight's struggle is getting weaker and weaker, but the assassin is an assassin after all, and it is definitely not okay to follow the crazy raid like a berserker, and the dwarf who fell into the frenzy of war roared wantonly, which soon attracted the attack of other death knights.

The Death Knights stationed in the Black Iron District will not lack long-range weapons, and the four Kraken shotguns that have been placed in the hands of the high-ranking knights are aimed at the sadistic dwarves and fire wildly, and in just a moment, the happy and sad dwarves are torn to pieces by the whistling bullets.

And the result of these extremely destructive guns joining the battle is that after less than 5 minutes, not a single intact stone brick can be found in the entire bunker battlefield, and there are brick and stone residues blasted by high-explosive bullets everywhere, after realizing that the assassins have special weapons for the necromancy, the death knights gave up the idea of fighting melee combat with these martial arts masters, and they seem to be planning to completely drown these assassins with a storm of bullets.

"Oh, shit!"

A dwarf assassin was stuck in the blind spot, and he looked at the lone wolf Winston hiding on the other side, and the dwarf shouted in a high-pitched voice in the hail of bullets:

"Holy! Winston, it's time for us to leave! While we can still walk, let's go! ”

"Can't go!"

Winston gritted his teeth and rushed to the side of the gnomes with shadow steps, on their side, the master assassins were not too seriously injured in the rain of bullets, after all, the assassins who reached the master level could use the high-level combat skills in the shadow cloak, and it was difficult for a simple gunpowder bullet to break through their shadow protection, but this was only temporary.

Once the undead army returns, it will be impossible for the most powerful Assassins to break through head-on in the face of a real metal storm.

"Tails, they're still down there! And X! ”

Winston said to the rest of the team, "We have to wait for them to come out!" ”

"To hell with your X!"

Seeing that the Death Knights were about to start a new round of covering shooting, the dwarf assassin gritted his teeth and tossed aside the imperial insignia on his chest, and he screamed at Winston:

"It's a trap, you idiot! I quit! That's my resignation! ”

With that, the dwarf's figure jumped into the shadows and rushed to the entrance of the bunker, the bullets bursting into bursts of fire on the ground behind him, but in the end they couldn't catch up with the dwarf's footsteps.

"Hahahaha! I'm the fiercest! I'm the strongest! I'm leaving! ”

"No one wants to stop the great... Yes! ”

Amid the dwarf master assassin's wild laughter and final pitch-shifting scream, he swiftly walked through the bunker's gates, however, the moment he appeared outside the bunker, he was greeted by an army of undead in a dense formation, and a collective of 350 axes and guns swayed before his eyes.

"Bang Bang"

In the frenzied sound of gunfire that tore through the cloth, and in the glow of the flames, the dwarf body of the hapless dwarf rushed back into the hall of the bunker in an upside-down manner, and landed in 27 different places...

Sadly, until death came, the confident dwarf master assassin was unable to utter his name in full... He died like the humblest ant, and no one, on his own side or on his opponent, wanted to commemorate him.

"Boom"

The next moment, the door of the bunker was pushed open, and hundreds of heavily armed undead infantry, led by several high-ranking knights, rushed into the hall of the bunker, surrounding the recalcitrant Assassins.

When Winston saw this, his heart sank to the valley, and it was clear that their rescue operation was not as smooth as they had imagined.

"Buzz"

Just as the assassins were clenching their weapons and trying to break the net, the shadow of the 9th level agent of the Darkblade Intelligence Bureau also appeared in the messy bunker hall in the midst of a blood-colored halo, and the moment she appeared, she raised her hand, and the bloody body of Tails, whose legs and arms had been broken, was thrown at Winston's feet.

It was like a demonstration, and it was like announcing to them that some kind of terrible end was coming.

"If you have mercy on your life and the lives of your brothers... Mr. Lone Wolf. ”

The shadow raised his left hand, and all the Darkblade soldiers in the entire bunker raised their guns and aimed them at the black-clad assassins at the edge of the hall, and the cold voice of the leader of the agents, dressed like a female warlord, echoed through the silent hall:

"Lay down your arms, Imperial agents! By doing this, you have demonstrated your abilities... You are warriors, and warriors' lives should not be wasted like this. ”

The shadow moved its fingers, nothing above her white mask, and in those blood-red eyes, there was a hint of undisguised malice:

"I hate to say that, but according to the boss... We treat the captives preferentially! ”

"Give you 5 seconds, if you don't lay down your weapons, then you won't be able to enjoy this privilege..."

“5”

“4”

"Click"

The sound of the high-ranking knights changing magazines made these desperate assassins can't help but look left and right, some of them are not determined, and have even made a gesture of surrender, while others are unwilling, secretly calling for shadows, as if they want to hide in the shadows at the moment when the undead shoot.

Winston was half-on his knees, holding Tails, who was delirious in great pain, and no one could see his expression, and Tails, whose face was covered in blood, said to his boss with difficulty:

"It's... It's a trap... We... betrayed..."

"It's okay, rest, Tails, it's okay."

The lone wolf whispered to comfort his subordinates, but his blood-stained fists, clenched tightly and bruised, represented the Master Assassin's unsettled heart.

The shadow's indifferent countdown continues... Like a bell ringing a life.

“3”

“2”

"Wait!"

Winston took a deep breath, and at this moment, he made a difficult decision.

"Dangchang"

The dagger fused with the holy silver was thrown to the ground, and it was like a signal that the master assassins behind him looked at their leader with an incredulous look, and in their memory, Winston, though cunning and gloomy, was never a man who was greedy for life and afraid of death.

Some of them are grumpy, and they are even ready to scold.

However, Winston's hoarse voice sounded in the next moment:

"Enough, brothers... Enough is enough. ”

"If you still believe me, lay down your arms... Our Mission... It's over. ”

After speaking, the lone wolf raised his head and looked at the shadow in front of him, a strange smile flashed on his embarrassed face, he looked at the shadow and said in a deep voice:

"I didn't understand why the Duke would give us a mission like death... But now I understand..."

"The Darkblade Intelligence Agency... You're amazing, I admit I lost, I admit it, but... You shouldn't have transferred X. ”

The moment the lone wolf's words fell, the shadow that had been showing victory was behind the white mask, and her beautiful face was already frosty, not only Winston understood, but she also understood...

"Kodana! Marais! Is X safe and sound? Reply... Kodana! Reply! ”

The Shadow begins to quickly call another team of agents tasked with transferring Mr. X in the Psychic Link, but there is no response at all... It's like a mud cow entering the sea.

"Damn it!"