The Kingdom of Alterac surrenders!

The orcs passed through the Alterac Mountains unscathed and rushed into the realm of Lordaeron!

The front line of the Saberchel Line is lost!

The Silver Pine Forest falls into the hands of the Horde!

The Gilneth Gray Wolves Brigade has been routed on all fronts!

The Tyrispha Legion is defeated!

The Stratholme region has been raided by orcs! The Gasiris Legion was beaten and dazed!

Dalaran is in a hurry!

Lordaeron is in a hurry!

In just three days, a series of dumbfounded bad news, like a ferocious combination punch, will be on the front line of Anduin. Marshal Lothar's head was bloodied, and the attack in the back made him no longer care about the situation on the hilly battlefield, and the betrayal of his allies was like a dark blade, stabbing into the heart of the coalition army.

And Orgrim led the three clans of Fireblade, Blackstone, and Thunder King all the way forward from the Silver Pine Forest, and Sarufar in the rear with the Twilight Hammer, the Plunder Clan, and the Amani Troll to plunder wildly, like two sharp swords, one left and one right, piercing the body of the Kingdom of Lordaeron at the same time.

In the midst of the blood, this move almost killed the old king of Lordaeron, Terenus. Minethiel's old life.

The most important thing is that in this crazy offensive of the tribes, there are only three legions in the kingdom of Lordaeron that can be mobilized, and two of them are defeated by the sudden appearance of orcs in the Stratholm area.

All the armies were concentrated on the battlefield of the hills of Hillsbrad, and there were only two ways to return to Lordaeron, either via the Alterac Mountains, or from Dalaran, and a road from the Frozen Hills to the Stratholm region, but the mountain roads were too rough for the large army to pass quickly.

The problem is that the Alterac Mountains have been taken over by the Orcs, and the strong fortresses that were used to defend against the Orcs have now become a nightmare for the Alliance, while the border of Dalaran is blocked by the Orcs, and before the breakthrough, the Alliance forces are equivalent to being blocked in the hills, unable to move at all.

And Orgrim's war wisdom was undoubtedly revealed at this moment, he let the Blood Ring Clan attack frantically in the hilly battlefield, and Talon. The Knights under the command of the Blood Demon awaken the dead in a way that does not count attrition, with only one purpose, not to kill and injure, but to delay the transfer of the coalition forces.

The originally peaceful battle situation has completely collapsed at this moment. Lothar and his coalition face the most brutal test, and if the royal city of Lordaeron is captured, there will be no need for this war... And they were doomed.

In this case, all the forces that can be used are frantically mobilized, and both sides go crazy... Regardless of the outcome, in the coming days, the war will end ... And although both sides are unwilling to accept it, there must always be a loser in the war.

The entire northern Xinjiang has become a mess.

However, in the midst of troubled times, there are always places that remain as quiet as before, and in the mountains bordering the Hillsbrad Hills and Stratholm region, there is such a hidden manor, its name is not known to the world, it represents a hidden organization that spans the whole world, but in the thousands of years of history of the human kingdom, they have been present in almost every major event.

And most of the time, they don't show so bright...

Assassin!

One of the oldest professions of mankind, these guys who walk in the dark represent the other side of the world.

The figure, covered in a long black hood, holding a simple map, searched among the mountains, and soon found a well-hidden cave, he looked left and right, strolling into it, but before he could take a few steps, two figures jumping out of the darkness stood in front of him.

"You're not an assassin!"

"You don't belong here! I don't care about you! Otherwise... Die! ”

The voices were hoarse and cold, and the two guys who jumped out of the shadows were all dressed in dark leather armor, holding daggers and short swords, and on the sharp blades, a glimmer of green light flashed from time to time, and it was obvious that this thing was poisoned.

"I'm going to do business..."

The figure whispered, "I want a piece of information, and that's what you're doing, aren't you?" ”

"But we don't do strangers' business!"

The dagger in the assassin's hand flickered: "Especially a guy like you... Ten meters away, I can smell the smell of death on you! Death Knight, right? ”

"What? Don't you make money from the dead? ”

The dark figure raised his head, revealing his gray eyes, and Celent reached for his hood, took a pocket from his waist, and threw it to the Assassin in front of him, who took it in his hand and opened it to look at it.

The pocket contained a dozen exquisite elven diamonds, a reward that the Assassin could not refuse, and he exchanged glances with his companions, and soon they put away their daggers.

This action made Celant's eyes pick, and he asked:

"Won't you invite me in and sit? Is this the hospitality of Ravenhold Manor? ”

"You're not qualified enough to enter the manor, this guest."

Probably because of the gratuity, the Assassin's voice became less cold, he tossed his pocket, looked at Celent in front of him with his eyes hidden by the mask, and whispered:

"And recently the Assassin League received a big order, I might as well tell you that now the heads of the royal family members of Pirenor are very valuable, there is no one in the manor anymore, and all the people who can move are going to make money, that's all..."

"Aren't you going?"

Celent took a step back, which represented his kindness, this action made the two Assassins nod in satisfaction, and the guy who talked a little too much moved his fingers, and the pocket full of diamonds disappeared into the palm of his hand, as if by magic, he crossed his hands on his waist and said to Serent:

"The more places you go with, the harder it is to make money, and when everyone is gone, guests like you can only find us brothers... Okay, that's the end of the nonsense, now let's talk about your request, guest, what information do you want? Let me guess..."

The familiar assassin stretched out his hand, rubbed his chin, and said with malice:

"Guys like you must be interested in corpses, the corpses of the strong, right? I've heard that the Ranger General of Quel'Thalas has just died, maybe she..."

"Buzz"

A dark red energy of death grabbed the assassin's neck, and in the next instant, it brought him into Serrente's cold hands, and the death knight clasped the assassin's neck, and his whole body exuded an unbearable coldness.

"You should be glad that it's me here... If you say the wrong thing again, I'd love to see you join us! You think your dagger and poison are deadly? You think too highly of yourself! ”

"Let him go!"

The other Assassin drew his weapon and was about to rush forward, but was stopped by a wave of the chattering assassin.

Sellent let go of the guy, who rubbed his already frostbitten neck with some fear, he took a step back and coughed lightly:

"I knew that my habit of joking would kill me one day, say, guest, your request!"

"I want you to inquire about the whereabouts of a man!"

Septe whispered:

"His name is Roglio. Sunrage, who disappeared 18 months ago, was the captain of the Ranger in the elven prisoner of war camp that was once stationed in the Hills of the Hillsbrad Hills, 3 days! Within 3 days, I want to hear about him! ”

"You're talking about that prisoner of war camp destroyed by the orcs? Zurkin used to be the one? ”

The Assassin's voice was somewhat strange:

"You'll probably never know what amazing reward the trolls promised to the manor for rescuing their chieftain, but we didn't take that order, for some special reasons, anyway, I want to say that your request is very strange, guest, as far as I know, the last surviving elves of that prisoner of war camp have gone back to Quel'Thalas, you should go to your home country to find it!"

"Roglio is not among them, and a ranger as powerful as him will not be killed by just an orc!"

Serent impatiently pointed to the assassin in front of him:

"The reward has been given to you! Remember! 3 days! If you're as ubiquitous as the legend says, you should know where to find us when it's done! ”

With that, he ignored the two stunned assassins, turned around and walked out of the cave, and a moment later, the white-boned griffin rushed into the sky in the direction of Stratholme, throwing the two assassins in the cave.

"Cut! Disgusting dead man! ”

The chatter assassin rubbed his neck and said to his companion, "Pack up, let's go at once and go to the old site of the hill prisoner of war camp." ”

"But we're gone, and there's no one to guard here!"

The companion retorted, "Once the lone wolf boss knows that we have left our duties without permission, we will die!" ”

"Mr. Winston is probably eating and drinking in King Terenus's court right now, where is the time to care about us?"

The chattering assassin casually popped out two elven diamonds and threw them to his companion, while he himself held one between his two fingers, his eyes full of confusion:

"Look at these beautiful gadgets, it's a private job, you know? You don't have to turn it over to the organization, you see, this gadget is singing! Can you bear to refuse it? ”

"And the left and right are just to find out the news, and we don't need to go into battle to kill the enemy, is there an easier job than this?"

On the other side, after a ten-minute flight, Celent landed in a woodland in the Stratholme region of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, where there should have been a brief battle, and the corpses of orcs and humans were all over the ground, and the smell of blood was everywhere.

After saying hello to Glokush, who was cleaning up the battlefield, Settron walked deeper into the makeshift camp, and in the tent he had just set up, he found Tyrion, who was modifying two one-handed swords that appeared to be carved with death runes.

He didn't bother Tyrion until a few minutes later, when the last rune was painted, Tyrion was satisfied with the two swords, and in the infusion of death energy, the long sword in his left hand emitted a cold and wanton low temperature, and the long sword in his right hand danced with blood-red light, looking a little evil.

"Take it!"

The two swords were thrown at Serent, who took them in his hand, and Tyrion was heard saying:

"Your death spirit power is very compatible with the frost, don't waste it, go and ask Mr. Severn more, he can teach you to use the power in your body better."

"Okay, I got it."

Serent nodded, and then told Tyrion about his interactions with the Assassins:

"I've tasked them with finding Rogrio, but I've always felt that those two assassins are unreliable... They are too weak! ”

"But they represent Ravenhold Manor, and the League of Assassins, it's a really big organization, they are reputable, once they accept the mission, they will definitely complete it, if those two little thieves die in the mission, there will naturally be more advanced assassins to take over the mission, you don't need to worry about that."

Tyrion sat on a chair made of stone, and in front of him, there was a map of the Stratholme region, on which were drawn several red crosses, and the Grand Lord of the Knights of the Dark Blade rubbed his forehead and said with some confusion:

"What we need to worry about now is the lost Sarufar, this orc's actions in the past two days have been very strange, it stands to reason that he should go to the royal city of Lordaeron as soon as possible to meet with Orgrim, but he didn't..."

"We've been hunting them down."

Celent thought for a moment and said, "The human legions are also besieging them, and in this case, they are still dividing their forces to plunder, which shows that Salufar obviously does not want to confront us head-on, maybe he has already rushed to Lordaeron with his elite through a road we don't know." ”

"No, it won't!"

Tyrion shook his head:

"First of all, there's only one way from Stratholme to Lordaeron!"

"Secondly, Sarufar is not the kind of orcs who will be afraid of challenges, our forces will not pose a threat in the face of the united orc legions, we are not the opponent of more than 20,000 orcs at all, Sarufar will not fail to understand this, but he still divided his troops, do you know what their recent actions seem like to me?"

"Huh?"

Serent used a nasal voice to represent his curiosity, and Tyrion looked up at his subordinates, and said:

"It's like a scrap collection operation, looting around, collecting supplies, and... Leave the war behind you and prepare for a long journey! ”

"You're saying he betrayed Orgrim?"

Serente's eyes widened: "This can't be! ”

"It's true that Sarufar won't betray, but it's hard for others to say."

A strange smile appeared on Tyrion's lips, "If I'm not mistaken, our Mr. Sarufal, there's trouble!" Hehe, really big trouble! ”