The Dark Gate 14 spring, a bad point in time.

In the second half of the 13th year, after the defeat of the Battle of Kazmodan and the news of the fall of Ironforge Fortress reached the northern frontier, the territory of the newly rebuilt human empire once seemed to be stormy, and many nobles chose to abandon everything and flee, especially the small nobles of the Stormgard Kingdom, who fled their country almost in batches in fear of the life-and-death battle that would break out in the wetlands and the Arathi Heights.

But what happened in the months that followed showed the stupidity and short-sightedness of these guys.

The undead did come, but they didn't come out of the nest, those silent dead people only sent three war groups, about 200,000 undead entrenched in the wetlands, and opposite them, 250,000 human soldiers led by the human emperor Lothar himself, almost drained all the standing armies in the northern frontier, the two sides did tentatively attack a few times in the disgusting mire of the wetlands, but then they were like hibernating beasts, and quieted down again.

Judging from the news sent back by those spies hiding in the southern Xinjiang, there is no large-scale troop movement in the area controlled by the undead, and everyone knows that the undead must be planning some kind of conspiracy, just like they raided the ironforge from the ground, but the problem is that to maintain the supply of 250,000 soldiers in the Arathi Heights, the empire is almost overwhelmed, and if you want to take the initiative, the Emperor of Lothar must wait patiently.

While waiting for the undead to reveal their flaws, they also have to wait for the bad things within the empire to be resolved.

Yes, even at this moment when the lives of the human empire are at stake, the empire is still not very peaceful, and the first headache is the growing bestiality in Gilnehs. In order to stop the invasion of bestiality, Greymane even mobilized the whole country to build a huge wall "Greyman's Wall" at the entrance to the peninsula in Gilneth that could not be captured, to banish the bestiads to the Silver Pine Forest to fend for themselves.

At the other two exits of the Silverpine Forest, the Lords of Alterac and the Kingdom of Lordaeron have deployed the necessary armies to prevent the bestials from bringing the disease into their country.

It can be said that in the past few years, the Silver Pine Forest has become a place of conversation, where nearly 100,000 bestialized patients are wandering and waiting to die.

But even this brutality has not been able to stop the spread of the disease in Gilnehs, and just last month, an outbreak of bestiality broke out in Gilnehs' most important port city, Dragonport, which is now surrounded by soldiers loyal to King Jean and threatens to break out in a terrible massacre.

Among the soldiers who supported the Arathi Heights, Gilneth sent the fewest soldiers, but no one, including His Majesty Dalene, who had the meanest mouth, could accuse King Jean of not keeping his promise, because Gilneys's plight was now known to all kings, and for Emperor Lothar, he only hoped that Gilneys's bestiality would not spread again.

But the Gilneth disaster was not without its positive effects.

Some druids... Some night elf druids with mysterious origins began to sneak into the forests of Gilneth 2 years ago, and even entered the territory of Gilneth with the help of the loopholes of the Wall of Greymane, after these strange druids were discovered, they claimed that they came to treat the epidemic of "werewolf infection", and their private actions were soon supported by the human empire that was anxious about it.

In the past 2 years, more and more Night Elf druids have appeared in the northern frontier, they don't care about human warfare at all, they only seem to care about the epidemic of those werewolves, and they do have a set of methods to prevent the infection of bestiality, and what makes people laugh is that with the "enthusiasm" of these natural messengers, the agriculture of the entire Gilneth and Lordaeron countries has been harvested last year, which is also a surprise.

The second trouble for Emperor Lothar came from the Alterac Lord, which he ruled directly.

To be precise, the nobles from the old Pinored royal family, who were still loyal to the old Pinorride royal family, who had lost their land, their honor, their titles, and their power in that disaster, are now secretly gathering to try to regain all that was lost.

They call themselves ... Syndicate.

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"Da, da, da"

Spur-encrusted riding boots stepped through the dimly water-stained passageway, and amid the faltering candles hanging from the stone walls on either side, a figure strolled into the dimly lit basement, wearing a black cloak, a gentleman's hat, and a black and white mask on his face.

He stretched out his left hand with a white silk glove, and tapped lightly on the wooden door at the end of the basement with a certain rhythm 7 times, and after a few moments, the wooden door was opened from the inside, and a maid with a sweet smile and a fiery figure invited the mysterious gentleman into the dark room, and between the candles, the slight blood-colored glow in the maid's eyes flickered away.

In contrast to the terrible surroundings outside, the darkroom was furnished in the style of old-fashioned aristocrats, with high-end carpets bought from Quel'Thalas, crystal chandeliers hanging from the top of the room, ornate murals on the surrounding walls, fragrant food at the tables, shelves full of books, a wine cabinet wrapped in crushed ice, an elaborate fireplace, and, of course, five chairs decorated with black velvet in the warm flame.

Three of them had already sat down, and like the mysterious gentleman, they were all dressed in very elaborate clothes, two men and one woman, but each of them had a black and white mask on their face, which looked like some kind of mysterious little association.

"You're late, Mr. Duke."

A tall woman in a black evening gown and also wearing a mask quietly appeared behind everyone, holding a wine glass filled with blood-red liquid in her hand, she looked at the gentleman who had taken off her cloak in front of her, and she whispered in a hoarse voice:

"Is there something going on on the road?"

The gentleman with the pseudonym "Duke" shook his head, he looked at this woman's mask, unlike the black and white masks of others, this woman's mask, it was bright red, and the mask was made to look like an owl, which looked extremely weird, and it was full of a hint of weirdness, temptation.

"No, ma'am, I've just been delayed for a while at the recruiting office in Talenmere, I've just sent twenty lads into the army of Lothar, and they're all the best lads, strong, sane, loyal to our cause, loyal to the true kingship, and I think they'll make a difference."

"It's still the same old thing, you always like to let the people we need do some useless work."

The lady sitting in the back chair sneered coldly:

"I don't see the benefits of having our people in the military, especially when we're already tied up with Gilneth and you're putting us at risk."

"Exposed?"

The "Duke" sneered, he walked to his seat, picked up a glass of wine in his hand, sat with his legs crossed by the fire, and he sneered:

"Who brought in the Imperial Guard last week and cost us three strongholds? Knowing that the hounds of Lothar have been hunting us down, and attending the underground society of local warlocks with great fanfare, do you think you are living too nourishingly? The little girl of the Montrose family, IMHO... If it weren't for the assets left by your father, with your IQ, you shouldn't have been here at all! ”

"Bang"

The wine glass in the duke's hand was crushed stiffly, and between the splashes of the crimson liquid, he stared at the woman who had spoken mockingly before, and he said in a strange voice:

"You troublemaker!"

"Duke!"

Another old voice sounded, stopping the quarrel between the two, it was an old man in a dark blue gown, and it was audible from his voice:

"You've made a mistake, here, we don't use our real names... When you're angry, pay attention to the rules, okay? ”

The old man looked very prestigious, and after he spoke, the two arguing men shut their mouths at the same time, and this strange atmosphere lasted until the woman in the red mask sat down on the chair in the center of the five chairs after drinking the blood-like wine.

It was like the last cog was in place, and the last five leaders of the entire syndicate gathered together once again.

"Tell me about the results of your recent activities."

The woman in the red mask leaned back in her chair in an elegant posture, lazily stretched out her fingers and shook them, under the mask, those red eyes were full of impatience, if it were not for a more important mission, she would not be too lazy to be here with these human rats.

But to be honest, occasionally putting down the mood and looking at the endless methods that these humans are fighting in their nests will indeed make the three views of Nasa, the simple-minded blood watcher, be refreshed again and again.

This has been her favorite entertainment for the past year, and after she joined, the Syndicate has changed from 15 leaders to 5 now, and the remaining 10 people have all died under the sharp blades handed by their companions from the darkness and the malice contained in sweet words.

"Although Lothar led the troops, his intelligence officers did not go to war with him."

The Duke waved his finger in disgust and said:

"In the past 2 months, these royal hounds have been hunting us more and more fiercely, and almost all the sheriffs in the entire Alterac Crown have joined in this siege, and we have lost a lot of peripheral forces, but this may be a good thing, because those who can survive such a strong storm will surely become the real backbone of the syndicate."

"And according to your request, ma'am, my caravan has entered the territory of Gilness 17 days ago, and they are lurking in the royal city of Gilness, ready to follow the instructions for the next mission."

When the Duke had finished speaking, Nassa nodded, and looked at the other two again, and in her silent urging, the young woman who had quarreled with the Duke before was a little embarrassed, but after a moment, she still spoke:

"It's a shame that the move to win over the local warlocks has been disrupted, but my presence has already shown them our sincerity, and I think it may only take a while for us to get them into our camp."

"You want to?"

Nasa snorted, which made the young woman shiver, and then she heard Nassa's even colder voice:

"I don't care about everything you think, but "Magician", you have to be clear, the past Syndicate has been infused with new power, it has been reborn after internal purification, this new organization will surely reopen a new era for the whole of Alterac in the future, we only need the best people... I'll give you another 3 days, if those "mighty warlocks" in your mouth haven't obeyed us yet..."

Nassar learned the way Tyrion spoke in her memory, paused for 2 seconds, and then accentuated her tone:

Then I'll take matters into my hands and "invite" them. ”

"It's... I'm going to figure it out, uh, no, I mean, I'm going to do it! I will persuade them! ”

The young "magician" was indeed frightened, and in this room, she had seen more than once how the mysterious assassins under Nassar's command could easily take a person's life without a trace, and every time she saw Nassa's blood-red mask, she was very nervous.

Anyway, Nasa herself didn't expect much from this big-chested aristocratic daughter, and it was just fun to keep her when she exterminated the leader of the Syndicate, and Nasa quickly turned her attention to the old man and the black-haired young man who had been silent.

"What about the two of you? I'm looking forward to getting some better news. ”

"Well, good news, there is."

The old man stretched out his hand and straightened his cuffs, and said slowly, "My fleet landed in Nanhai Town yesterday, and they brought back good news, ma'am, the people you have been looking for recently, they have found them. ”

"Huh? Are you sure? ”

Nassa's boring eyes immediately became bright, and in the face of her questioning, the old man was not angry, he took out a quaint amulet-like thing from the velvet bag he carried with him, and handed it to Nasa:

"My best crew went deep into the wild lands of Kul Tiras, and in the forest, they lost 7 of their best lads and found this, the real "witches", they do exist. ”

"Good!"

Nasa felt the dark power coming from the amulet, and she nodded with satisfaction:

"Navigator, you are indeed the most trustworthy person in the organization, and I will compensate you satisfactorily for your losses."

"Compensation? No, I don't need compensation. ”

The old man stood up, straightened his clothes, and then patted the shoulder of the silent young man beside him, and he whispered:

"I never joined the Syndicate for money, and as long as the flag of Pirenod once again flutters in the skies of Alterac, everything I do will be worth it."

Hearing this, Nasa shook her head regretfully, she looked at the last young man, and asked softly:

"It's a pity that Pinorid won't rule Alterac anymore, but in return, I'll give you a new life, Oriden, how do you feel?"

The young man looked up, and under the black and white mask, a beating blood flashed in his eyes, and he whispered in a dry voice:

"New power... Very good! ”