The sky of the Burning Plains is always scorched and dim, looking at the sky from the ground, the black clouds mixed with a trace of ominous light, looking extremely white, in this environment for a long time, whether it is the savage orcs or the human soldiers who pursue them here, they will feel quite depressed.

It's a cursed land, with irascible elements, malevolent dwarves, and even rumors that black dragons live here, in short, it's not a good place, and if it weren't for the war, I'm afraid no one would have volunteered to come here.

At this time, beyond the long river of magma around Blackstone Mountain, surrounded by knights, Anduin. Marshal Lothar was observing the situation on the battlefield here.

"Are the orcs going to defend this mountain?"

The marshal put down the monoculars in his hand, and the corners of his wrinkled eyes were raised, indicating that the marshal was not in a good mood at this time.

Straddling the Burning Plains and Scorching Canyons, the Blackstone Mountains separate the Stormwind Kingdom from the Copperbeard Dwarves of Ironforge, who have hollowed out the mountain and built a massive city within it more than 200 years ago.

It is the most obvious evaluation to describe Black Rock Mountain as easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it can be called a natural danger.

Not to mention anything else, as long as the orcs guarding the Blackstone Tower made up their minds to defend it, the two steel gates that led to the interior of the Blackstone Mountain, more than 5 meters wide and weighing dozens of tons, were enough to block the attack of tens of thousands of coalition soldiers.

"That's a real nuisance!"

Marshal Lothar was a veteran, a skilful commander, but seeing the situation in front of him, he didn't have a good solution.

"Nomorigan's dwarf engineer told me that those two giant doors wouldn't blow open."

There was also a hint of darkness in the eyes of the adjutant Tulayan standing beside the marshal, not only because the war had not been going well in the past few days, but also because of his courageous confession. Miss Windranger declined without tact.

This made the adjutant knight a little uneasy, he rode his war horse, the guards were beside the marshal, looking at the hidden tower in the black stone mountain in front of him, he said in a deep voice:

"The siege weapons in our hands can't break the mountain wall around the giant gate, King Magni has promised to send a dwarven steam tank force to support, but to be honest, the dwarves also seem to think that it is impossible to break through this fortress in a short time, on the other side of the scorching canyon, the dwarven army led by King Magni is ready to besiege the city for a long time."

Lothar's eyes narrowed, a murderous aura bloomed in him, his fingers rubbing against the command knife at his waist, and after a moment, the marshal turned to look at the mage commander beside him.

"Mr. Khadgar, if you teleport on a large scale..."

"It's theoretically possible."

It didn't take for the marshal to finish speaking, Khadgar understood what Lothar meant, rubbed his forehead, and as he pondered, he replied:

"With the help of the High Elf Firewing Legion mages, we can indeed send a portion of our soldiers directly inside the Blackstone Tower, but there are a few problems!"

"First of all, even if all the mages are dispatched together, the teleportation array built can only send a few thousand soldiers into the enemy at most, and in the face of the ferocious orcs, a few thousand soldiers will not be able to complete the construction of a complete two-way portal."

"Secondly, Your Excellency Marshal, don't forget, there are not only orcs in this Black Stone Tower, the Black Iron Dwarves have lived here for more than 200 years, and the Black Iron Dwarves in Dark Furnace City will not have fewer troops than the Dwarven Legion in Iron Furnace Castle, and now the Black Iron Dwarves have an ambiguous attitude, their emperor Thorrison accepted our gift, but did not promise to join our war, and use the teleportation array to directly break through the defense of the Black Stone Mountain, which is likely to attract a backlash from the Black Iron Dwarves."

There was a worried look on the mage's slightly aged face:

"If the Black Iron Dwarves join the orc side, then..."

"No need to say more!"

Lothar's fingers clenched the hilt of the sword at his waist, and he whispered:

"Khadgar Mage, I ask you to go and prepare the portal to enter the inside of the Blackstone Tower now, the Assassins of MI7 and Ravenhold are ready, I need them to enter the Blackstone Tower and burn the orcs' munitions, as for the Black Iron Dwarves..."

"I don't need to say much about their hatred with the Copperbeard Dwarves of Kazmodan, now that Copperbeard has joined the Alliance, Black Iron can't be our ally, and we don't need to bother trying to win them over."

The marshal looked at the towering black stone tower in front of him, the blood flowing from the fall of Stormwind, the assassination of King Ryan on the throne, the crazy hill battle, everything in the past appeared in front of him like an illusion, and in the end, the white-haired old marshal almost gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice:

"I've made up my mind! No matter how many casualties are paid! Have to! The orcs must be completely routed here! In our world... There is no place for these barbarians! ”

The marshal had already given the order to fight, and soon, a group of special soldiers wearing leather armor and wearing short swords and daggers at their waists gathered, and under the leadership of the commanders, these assassins formed a team of threes and twos, and soon they were notified to collect the equipment for this sabotage operation.

It was a huge tent, with the pungent smell of gunpowder coming from it, and a dozen specially made wooden boxes were stacked in the half-open tent, a third of which had been opened, and a female dwarf, only about 1.5 meters tall, kept order by shouting in a characteristic childlike voice.

She had pink hair, intricate engineering goggles on her forehead, large eyes full of quirky light, and a small nose and mouth that were so delicately matched that the assassins said that this little dwarf must be very cute when she laughed.

Engineer Ella, however, was a bit of a foul voice now, brandishing the large wrench in her hand and scolding the Assassins with unclean hands and feet in a sharp voice that did not match her well-behaved appearance.

"This is a special incendiary bomb that will burn with your clothes and your hands if you are not careful, and 2 of them are enough for one person! This thing has an expiration date, and it's useless for you to take so much! Hey! Say what about you! Idiot, don't touch those green high explosives with your dirty hands! ”

Under the teasing of the assassins one after another, Ella, the doll-like engineer, withstood the pressure and finally finished distributing the bombs, she wiped the sweat from her face, and just wanted to drink saliva, but when her eyes swept back, her face immediately became unsightly.

She put it on the test bench in the tent, at least a third of the prototype bombs were carried away by the scum, and this time the little dwarf was so angry that Ella grabbed the wrench and was about to settle accounts with the assassins, but she was a little afraid when she walked to the door.

The timid character of the gnomes, like their superb intelligence, is already famous, Ella repeatedly cheered herself up, but in the end she left in despair, she was a little afraid of those human assassins, although the gnomes also had many famous assassins, and she was very good friends with one or two of them, but Ella was just afraid, there was no reason.

But soon, the little dwarf's mood changed inexplicably, she raised her head and looked at the black stone mountain in the distance, and a trace of longing flashed in her blue eyes.

"Oh, old Mr. Lothar will soon defeat those rude orcs, and I'll be back to Nomorigen soon! There are still four papers left unfinished, alas, it is really uncomfortable to be in the army of these big men! ”

As little dwarf Ella left, a conversation was taking place in the Assassins' tent, between MI7 and Ravenhold, the two intelligences, and the Assassin Order.

"Mr. Shore, this is the third time the Duke has recruited you, and as far as I know, you are the first person he can look at so differently."

If he had a relationship with Tyrion, the assassin Tails played with the dagger in his hand, sat down in a chair in a very relaxed manner, and said to the young man in front of him:

"MI7 has been destroyed by the orcs, and you now only have two or three kittens left under your command, so why bother holding on?"

"If I'm not mistaken, I've turned him down twice!"

Madias. Shore looked up, he looked at the chattering assassin, and after a moment, he whispered:

"The reconstruction of MI7 has been completed, and on the day of the reconstruction of Stormwind, I will also return to my homeland, please thank the Duke for his kindness in my place, if nothing else, I will be busy."

This was the order to evict the guest, but the chatter assassin was not angry at all, he stood up with a grin, and as he walked out of the tent, he suddenly turned back and asked:

"The Assassins of Ravenhold came here to make this trip to the troubled waters because the pay was high enough, and as long as you didn't die, you could become rich if you survived, but what about you? Shore, MI7 is a group of inexperienced novices, this time you will definitely have to go into battle yourself, I wonder what you are doing for the birth and death of that little king who is far away in Kul Tiras? ”

The chatter assassin Tails bared his teeth:

"If it is for the sake of the future, the strength of the Assassin League is definitely more than ten times stronger than your newly built Storm Kingdom, and if it is for the sake of honor, the Assassin League can also provide you with better conditions to become an Assassin Master..."

He glanced at Shore and lowered his voice:

"Of course, if it is Lady Patsonia's request, then it is understandable, after all, it is a legendary assassin who was active in the same era as the Duke, and it is said that when Lady Pacsonia evacuated Stormwind City, as revenge for the orc's assassination of King Lane, she carried out a vicious assassination of Orgrim and his chieftains with the remnants of MI7, and her dagger almost pierced..."

"Do you really want to know?"

Shore interrupted the Assassin Tails, and he looked at the young Assassin in front of him, the thirty-year-old leader of the Assassins, whose mouth was filled with a gentle smile, like a cat with squinted eyes, and he whispered:

"Those stories about MI7, about our unique "beliefs", about our internal secrets, you want to know, right? ”

The rhetorical question caused the Assassin to hesitate for a moment, and finally he nodded, but soon explained:

"Whether it's Ravenhold or MI7, since we are walking in the same darkness, I am no different from you, I don't believe that there will be fearless devotees in the line of work, we are all a group of people who work for money!"

This answer made Shore frown, and he reached out to prop up his chin and said in a deep voice:

"Your understanding of the world and your profession is too extreme and one-sided, Tails, Mr. Duke doesn't seem to care about what you think, it's not good... Well, if we all survive this time, you'll be able to take part in the next series of MI7 events. ”

Shore held out a finger and shook it at Tails:

"I'm sure you've heard enough of those high-sounding words, so I won't answer your question personally this time, but I'm welcome to see with your eyes, as you said, Tails, MI7 has just been rebuilt, and the Stormwind Kingdom is in need of talent like you!"

"If you learn to keep your mouth shut, and let yourself be in the shadows more often, you're a little too noticeable right now, and most importantly, you seem to enjoy that attention."

"The gates of the seven places are open for you at any time!"

With these polite words, Shore smiled at Tails, the smile was gentle but not intimate, and he began to continue to busy his work in the information piled up on the table, Strait did not disturb him, and he quietly disappeared into Shore's tent.

Madias, who took over MI7 for almost 3 years. Shore didn't expect this to impress Tails, although he was only a rookie in this industry, he had been in the industry for 3 years and had already done a lot of things that no veteran could do, and it was said that he was valued by the Duke of Ravenhold Manor.

But Shore felt that Tails was actually very confused in his heart, this genius assassin was like a fledgling in the dark, not knowing where to fly in the future, Shore left Tails a choice.

For a truly good Assassin, there are never too many options for this kind of thing.

An hour later, Shore took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, he stood up, his fingers brushed around his waist, two dim lights flashed in the palm of his hand, the cat that always squinted his eyes faded its disguise, and at this moment, the Assassin leader left his favorite shadow, and he stood in the sunlight like a sharp blade unsheathed.

In the face of the orc siege, the helplessness when the country was ruined, the pain when the emperor fled north, the loneliness of accumulating strength in a sea of contempt, the heartbeat and rejection in the face of Ravenhod's solicitation, until today... Blade, unsheathed!

"Orcs... You've lived long enough! ”