The ancient nobles of human civilization always have some secrets of their own.

Countess Caterina revealed the secrets of the Presto family today, and the blood of the black dragon actually flowed in their bodies, which was enough to become the talk of the nobles of the entire kingdom, but to be honest, it was not big news.

The well-known Tolbain family, the royal family of the Stormgard Kingdom, every Tolbain has some troll blood in his blood, and there are rumors that the origin of the Tolbain family is related to some troll evil gods, as well as the long-deceased guardian Medivan, who is said to have elven blood in his blood.

In short, in the current human civilization, this kind of adventure is not a shame, the only thing that is amazing is that Countess Caterina, who has always been kind and charitable, and has a high reputation among the civilians, can still command the black dragon to fight for her, which makes the image of the countess even more mysterious in the eyes of the commoners.

The scene from three days ago was already known to everyone, and the streets of Stormwind were full of legends.

The civilians also knew about the threat of the undead, they knew the sad news that the noble Archbishop Benedictas had died under the assassination of the undead assassins, and in the face of the threat of the undead, in the panic of the people, they suddenly heard that the kingdom would be helped by a powerful dragon, which was definitely a stabilizer for the commoners.

They don't care about the bad reputation of the Black Dragon, they don't care about the evil things that the Black Dragon has done in the past, they only care about the present... I only care about my own life.

And the hero of the story has obviously not had a good time these days.

"Katerina, wait for me."

The wounded Duke of Berval followed in the footsteps of the countess, he stretched out his hand and wanted to grab Caterina's wrist, but was coldly thrown away by the other party, the countess looked back at her past "lover", in the disaster three days ago, the relationship between the two who already had a skin-to-skin relationship began to drift apart.

"Don't apologize to me, Bolval."

There was a hint of pain in the countess's voice, and she whispered:

"I saw your gaze, that day, I saw, that disgust with aliens, maybe in your eyes, I'm just a pathetic monster, I'm sorry, but it's not something I can choose, I'm born with this blood flowing in my body, I'm sorry... Bolwal, I lied to you, I let you down. ”

"That's not what I'm trying to say!"

The somewhat restless duke, like an enraged lion, stepped forward and said:

"I want to say, I don't care what kind of blood you have in your body, I don't care!"

"But can you fool yourself? Bolval..."

The countess shook her head, took a step back, and boarded the carriage with the help of the maid, she looked at the duke who was stunned, and she shook her head:

"Berval, you deserve a better lover than me... Presto's curse is spreading over me, and it may not be long before I will be completely consumed by the resurrected black dragon blood in my body, and my father is not missing, he chose to commit suicide when he was about to turn into a monster... Maybe that's my fate too, don't come to me again, Berval, there is no future between us. ”

The carriage slowly moved forward and soon disappeared from the Duke's sight, the mighty paladin stood still, he silently opened his uninjured hand, in the palm of his hand, a ring was placed, and after a moment, he gritted his teeth, turned to board the carriage, and left the Presto family mansion.

"Whew..."

In the carriage, the countess let out a sigh of relief, and a hint of relief flashed in her eyes.

Everything has passed, now, even if someone accuses her of being a black dragon, it doesn't matter, anyway, most of the legends about dragonborn in this world are strange, and no one has ever seen a real dragonborn, and the countess who was born as a dragon knows very well that there is no such thing as a dragonborn in this world, and it is difficult to give birth to offspring between dragons and humans, because the bloodline of dragons is too domineering, and human bloodlines cannot coexist with it at all.

"But now, the legend of the Dragonborn has been confirmed... The Presto family can also be integrated into the human race... No wonder my father always said that every danger is actually an opportunity, and only you can grasp it. ”

The countess casually took out a bottle of wine from the compartment of the carriage, and while drinking, she looked at the silent priest opposite, her beautiful eyes picked, and handed the glass in her hand to the Chaldean priest, who took it in his hand, and the eyes of the two collided, and after a while, the glasses of the two also collided together.

"Happy working together!"

The two men said in unison, and then laughed like two villains in a mess.

"Hmm"

After a glass of wine, Ms. Presto looked at the priest in front of her with a strange gaze, and asked softly:

"Mr. Benedictas's exposure was your doing, right?"

"Not me."

Chaldea shook his head, he looked out the window at the view, and he said:

"It was fate's decision, I just, nudged him."

"Shore is a nuisance! I feel like we can't hide anything from him. ”

Countess Catalina put down her glass and said to the Chaldean priest, "Do you want to find a way..."

"No!"

Chaldean's fingers slid over the dagger at his waist, and he squinted his eyes and whispered:

"Someone wants to get rid of him more than we do, we just have to wait... Speaking of which, you're proposing to move the Stormwind Kingdom north, which isn't actually a joke, is it? You've got some definite news, and now that we're friends, it's time to tell me, right? ”

"All I can say is that this country can't stop the undead, it can't stop Tyrion, that's all."

The countess seemed unwilling to discuss the subject too much, and she leaned back in her black velvet chair, closed her eyes, and whispered:

"For now, my interests are aligned with those of the Stormwind Kingdom, and I won't bury it, at least not now."

"Hmm."

The Chaldean priest nodded, and at the moment the carriage stopped, he said:

"So it seems that we are really going to prepare for the evacuation of the whole country, really... It's a disaster, but speaking of which, the Duke of Berval is really infatuated with you, and you really don't want to forgive him? Oh no, he didn't do anything wrong at all... How long are you going to play with his feelings? ”

"Let's see."

Countess Caterina shrugged: "This feeling of being pursued by people is the first time I have experienced it, and to be honest, the romance that humans always talk about feels really good." ”

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On the other side, while the frightened aristocrats discuss the future of the country in the garden district, in the dark alleys of the old town, Matthias. Shore was hiding in the shadows, slowly making his way towards the Pig and Whistle Inn.

Three days ago, with the help of the Black Dragons, Stormwind City had to fight hard to expel Benedictas, and beyond, not a kill! It was the expulsion, the power used by the archbishop was too weird, and it was difficult to really hurt him when he encountered such an opponent for the first time, and after the archbishop killed the 3 black dragons, for unknown reasons, he himself chose to evacuate.

Allowing a cultist to control the heart of the kingdom's faith for decades is undoubtedly a shame for MI7, but right now, there is more important things to do than shame for MI7 as a whole.

The countess, who is becoming more and more mysterious in Shore's eyes, has previously revealed the news that in the old town of Stormwind, there is a hidden power of undead infiltration, although it is still unclear whether she and her black dragons are friends or foes, but the black dragons did protect the nobles and preserve the city during the attack of the twilight archbishop, and paid the sacrifice for it.

The bodies of the three black dragons who died in battle were collected by the countess, and their sacrifice also made the nobles willing to try to make contact with the black dragons, as Tyrion often said... Sacrifice is the basis of cooperation.

MI7 is located in the old city, and it stands to reason that everything that happens in this city cannot be hidden from Shore's eyes, but since three days ago, Shore has found that there are more and more secrets hidden in this city, and the assassins he sent have strangely disappeared into these dark alleys, and this city is like an open mouth of a giant beast, mercilessly devouring any life that dares to step into it.

Here's the problem!

That's why Shore went out today, and he had to figure out what was going on in this weird city.

But as Shore stepped into the dark alleys around the Pig and Whistle Inn, the air around him suddenly became quiet, and the eerie silence made the hairs on the Master Assassin's neck stand on end, just like the hellish night in the Valley of Thorns when he was on his first assassination mission.

He's being targeted! There is no doubt that he is being targeted.

"Whew"

Shore let his breathing become lighter, two sharp daggers fell into his palms, and he looked warily at the shadows around him, and he could feel a pair of cold eyes hiding in some corner, looking at him with the eyes of his prey.

For the master assassin, keeping stealth is the basic ability, he is like a cat, quietly walking in this dark alley, with Shore's strength, even if he stands behind the assassinated target, the target may not be able to find him, in the assassin industry, Shore is a real genius, he was trained by his grandmother since he was a child, in the entire Storm Kingdom, Shore dared to boast of Haikou, failed to find him in the state of concealment.

But now, Shore feels threatened.

"Whoosh"

In the quiet waiting, the other party seemed to be unable to hold his breath, and at the moment when Shore turned his head, a cold throwing knife stabbed him precisely in the back of the heart, but was dodged by Shore with a strange movement, and the sharp flying knife pierced the wall behind him, splashing a trace of sparks, but also revealing the opponent's position.

The next moment, Shore's body disappeared in place, and he passed through the shadow that enveloped his body and appeared directly behind the sneak attacker, two daggers slashing at each other's necks.

"Bell"

The collision of daggers and daggers made a crisp sound, and the two hidden assassins revealed their bodies at the same time, and at the moment of confrontation with each other, Shore saw his opponent.

A guy who exists like a ghost, his whole body is as if he has no body, the pale mist is wrapped around his body, between the virtual and the real, it looks very weird, but what surprised Shore the most was the face.

Every day when he wakes up from his slumber, he can see that face in the mirror... It was his face, exactly the same, even the tiny scars at the corners of his eyes, and the iconic little beard, except for the eyes, which were blood-red, full of hatred and anger, and the twisted hatred was almost undisguised.

"Smack"

Shore's figure leaped back, his weapon in hand, and he looked warily at the ghost opposite, who was very relaxed and played with the dagger in his hand, the sharp blades like ice chips, shining ominous.

"You've regressed... No, you failed this body! ”

The ghost said in a windy voice, "It's resisting you, it's resisting a strange soul, because it doesn't belong to you, it never belonged to you!" ”

The ghost's figure slowly disappeared into the darkness, and the next moment, the sharp sword light bloomed in front of Shaw's eyes again, and the deep darkness wrapped around the ghost, making it almost merge with the shadow, and at the moment it appeared, behind Shawl, on both sides of his body, four phantoms appeared at the same time, stabbing the weapon into Shawl's body with the same movement.

"Take my body... Give it back! ”

"Bell Bell Bell"

The Master Assassin was very calm at this fatal moment, he spun his body quickly, and in the middle of the rotation, he threw the throwing knives on his belt in all directions, like a storm of blades swinging in the darkness.

But this counterattack was not entirely successful, and when the ghost appeared about 5 meters in front of him again, Shore felt a sting pain coming from his arm, and he was slashed.

The wound was frozen, and not a drop of blood flowed, but Xiao Er could feel a strange toxin flowing in his veins, and the blade like ice chips was coated with poison!

"Your body?"

Shore threw an antidote into his mouth, and as he regained his strength, he looked at the strange ghost in front of him, which was the same as him, and asked softly:

"How?"

The ghost didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill Shore either, and he played with the dagger in his hand, and with a twisted smile, he asked:

"What's your name?"

The question made Shore froze for a moment, and he narrowed his eyes and replied:

"Shore... Madias. Shore! ”

"What a coincidence, the despicable thief who stole my body."

The ghost assassin let out a shrill laugh, his illusory figure suddenly disappeared into the darkness, Shore's scalp was numb, he subconsciously turned around, and stabbed the dagger in his hand to his back, but... Stabbed in the air.

At the same moment, the ghost's cold voice sounded behind him, and in the pain of the blade entering his body, he heard the ghost grit his teeth and say:

"Madias. Shore... It's mine, name! ”