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Under the cover of the moonlit night, by the time Shadow arrived in the East Valley with the most powerful pursuers of the Darkblade Intelligence Agency, the battle on the Federal Mission was already over.

The Level 9 agent looked at her subordinates who had fallen into a near-death coma, her former and current sisters, and several psychics were nervously injecting fresh blood into their badly injured bodies to ensure that the two Level 7 agents would survive until they were sent back to Stormwind.

The bodies of the two people were covered with terrible scars cut by the Holy Silver Weapon, as well as wounds pierced by the Holy Silver Bullet, and terrifying marks like firewood burned by the Holy Fire Oil, in fact, if it weren't for the fact that Kordana and Marais were powerful Salein, and if it weren't for the fact that those attackers were in a hurry to take Mecatok, I am afraid that the Shadow would have met his sister in another way.

"What's going on?"

The shadow's voice was as cold as ice, and anyone could hear the gruesome killing intent contained in it, she turned her head to look to the other side, at the already martial law Higashiya Station, the passenger car of the Federal Mission was as if it had been subjected to a terrorist attack, and in the car that had been burned by flames, there was still a trace of endless dark breath.

"Myra, are you still alive?"

Shadow walked over to another bed, where lay the Blood Lord Myra, who was no better off than Kodana and Marais, in fact, now Myra had lost her arms, a third of her abdomen had been cut off, and her body had been burned to look like disgusting pieces of black charcoal.

But after all, it was the Blood Lord, Myra's situation was better than that of a Level 7 agent, and in the face of the shadow's questioning, the Blood Lord opened his eyes with difficulty, his left eye had turned into a terrifying blood hole, and his right eye was also full of bloodshots, and he replied in a weak voice:

"It's okay... Can't die, but... It hurts. ”

"Who attacked you?"

Under the white mask of the shadow, the blood-red eyes fluttered, and she lowered her voice:

"Tell me, who hurt my sister? I'll get your revenge, I swear..."

"Shore, Jorazi. Ravenhold, Hemet, and a couple of guys I don't know... Ahem, they're all first-class good hands... They're all Assassin Grandmasters, and they've got weapons against the undead... I was careless. ”

Myra closed her eyes in pain, stretched out her hand that was burned like black coal, and clenched the shadow's wrist, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Be careful... Watch out for Shore, he's got ... There's weird... Spooky... Dark. ”

"I see."

Shadow took a dose of Blood Essence from his waist and stabbed Myra in the neck with a syringe, and said to the sleepy Blood Lord:

"Rest, the rest is left to us, and they will pay..."

Seeing the wounded being sent away by the psychic, the shadow stood in place, with a flowing shadow in the night behind her, and she tilted her head and said to the shadow:

"Look, they're starting another war, they're slapping us in the face... It hurts. ”

"Inform the Darkblade Intelligence Bureau, all agents above level 7 are gathering towards Red Ridge Mountain as fast as possible, letting Black Shore and the squad go, and letting the Valkyries bring their weapons as well... If you dare to come, don't think about leaving. ”

"Also, immediately execute half of the Imperial agents in the Federation! Send their heads back to the kings and tell them... It's war! ”

On the other side, in the wild Red Ridge Mountains, a group of people were riding on horseback and galloping towards the evacuation point on the other side of the mountain.

Half of the rescue operation was successful, but the remaining half was even more difficult, less than 15 minutes after the end of the train robbery, a terrifying space anchor centered on the headwind trail, radiating to most of the Federation's territory, the Great Lich Anastarian used the Karazan Mage Tower as a spell casting medium, and cut off all spatial teleportation in the entire Federation with the power of one person.

For the engineering-focused Confederation, the consequences of a space blockade are not serious, but for the rescuers who are desperate to get out, it means that they must escape the radiation zone in order to reopen the portal to another continent.

Of course, given the Empire's fragile forces on the side of the Federation, it is indeed impossible to adopt such a risky way of evacuation.

"Someone's coming, Shore..."

A strange voice sounded in Shore's heart, causing the Assassin Grand Master to immediately grasp the reins of his horse, and he looked back to see that in the shadow-blessed vision, above the red Red Ridge Mountains behind him, in the moonlight and starlight sky, the dense black dots had risen into the sky.

That's the air power of the Darkblade...

"They're so quick to react, hell."

At Shore's side, the leader of the Assassin League, Grand Master of the Assassins, Jorazi. Ravenhold gritted his teeth and scolded:

"If the bureaucrats on the Imperial side react half as fast, then I'm going to be thankful."

"That's normal, guys."

Mercatok, the master craftsman who rode the same war horse with Shore, was holding his suitcase, and the bumps of the war horse made him a little dizzy, but he still dutifully explained:

"The mechanical telegraph has been popularized among the government departments of the Federation, and this is only for civilian use, and the high-end goods used in the Darkblade Legion are fully capable of short-frequency tactical communication within the 20,000 yards range, in other words, the undead have gotten rid of the old style of messaging, and in terms of communication alone, the Federation has been ahead of the Empire for at least 40 years, oh yes, and last month they also replaced it with the latest life detectors..."

Before Mecatok could finish his sentence, Shore poured a bottle of strange-tasting potion into his mouth, and in just a moment, all the life reactions of this team quickly disappeared, including the war horse, as if they had suddenly turned into undead.

"Northumberfogg Elixir, this should dodge the detectors."

Shore pulled down his cowboy hat, he looked at his companion beside him, there was a decisive glint in his gray eyes, and he said in a deep voice:

"We must set aside a section of people to delay the undead and attract their attention..."

"Let me go."

Before Shore could finish his words, a stout voice sounded behind him, it was an old dwarf with a black sniper musket on his back, it was old Hermet. Necinvari, one of Azeroth's most famous hunters, was the one who was brought in by the Empire for a lot of money.

Old Hermet sat on his war sheep, drank wine, and said to the others:

"Don't look at us like that, we're not crazy... Actually, I think the odds of a successful escape with you guys are low, and as a hunter, I'd rather take my "Evacuate" plan. ”

The old dwarf grabbed the reins, and behind him, his team of aces followed him, and he waved his hand at Shore and Jorazi as if to say goodbye:

"We'll be going from Red Ridge Mountain into the Valley of Thorns, where I hunted more than a decade ago, and it's my 'home field', and I'd love to play a 'game of hunting' with these undead who destroyed Ironforge, mates, it's a pleasure to fight with you, but now, it's time to say goodbye. ”

"If you're lucky, we'll see you in Kalimdor!"

After saying that, the old dwarf with great style tightened the reins of the war sheep and led his team all the way to the south, and in the dreaded darkness, the back of his heavy shotgun was quite chic.

"Well, everyone says dwarves are hard to deal with, but this one is an exception."

Joras looked at Hemmit's back as he left, and he said to Shore:

"Old Hermit is probably the kind of opponent that all Assassins hate... The shot he sniped the Blood Lord before was really amazing. ”

"How many hunters like him are there in the whole of Azeroth?"

Shore answered, then looked left and right, and after a few seconds of thought, he reached out, grabbed the master craftsman's clothes, and threw it to Jorazzi.

"Keep walking with Mecatok! It's not enough to rely on Hemmit, I have to go in the other direction..."

After saying that, before anyone else could answer, Shore's figure disappeared from the horse's back, and compared to years ago, Shore's stealth skills became more and more sophisticated, and even Chorazi, who was also the Assassin Grandmaster, admired it.

"Let's go!"

Joraci glanced at the lonely war horse standing in place, he shook his head, the warriors have already made sacrifices by example, and the rest of them will definitely complete this damn rescue without dishonoring their mission.

"It's just you and me now."

On the ridge of the Red Ridge Mountain, Shore sat on the edge of the cliff in a state of stealth, watching the distant night, the mirror-like water-stopping lake reflecting the not-so-bright starlight, the night wind howling across the ridge, and the sound between the shaking of the leaves made the night seem more peaceful.

Shore is talking to a unique being in his heart, as if he were chatting.

"Ghani, I have to thank you for letting your heirs help."

"Those are the sacrifices you have offered for me..."

The strange voice sounded a moment later, it didn't sound like it was talking often, and between the words, there was always a little stumbling, like not being familiar with human language, its tone was strange, and it was still constantly "tempting" Shore clumsily.

"Speaking of which, Shore, are you really not considering becoming my priest? Old Garnico had never seen a human as gifted as you... It's much better than the old-fashioned trolls of Zandalar when I talk to you. ”

"Really?"

Shore let out a chuckle, his fingers stroking over the silver pistol at his waist, and he lengthened his voice and whispered:

"You want me to be your priest? Become a believer in the god of thieves and scavengers? Or are you planning to recruit more Assassins and have your name changed to "God of Assassins"? ”

"Hey! Bastard, do you look down on me? ”

The voice seemed to be dissatisfied, and it screamed:

"Don't forget, your shadow affinity was given to you by old Garni himself... Although the name is not very good, old Garni still doesn't like those mighty and gorgeous guys who are dressed up, just like old Garni hates those powerful demon tyrannosaurs, old Garni will protect the weak, just like old Garni protects you..."

"If I'm not mistaken, I slaughtered a mighty triceratops for you in return for Shadow Affinity..."

Shore shook his head, a glint flashing in his gray eyes, and he whispered:

"We are trading on an equal footing and mutually beneficial... Wait, there are "friends" coming. ”

At the moment when the words fell, Shore's left hand waved, the muzzle of the silver revolver turned in the air, the trigger was pulled again and again, and a series of six holy silver bullets whistled in the night sky, and the low sound of gunfire also tore the silence of this ridge.

After the last bullet missed, Shore stood up and reached out and pulled his worn gray cowboy hat, while across from him, dressed in black leather armor, looked exactly like Shore, except for the crazy Black Shore in his eyes, who had been forced out of the stealth.

Darkblade Intelligence Agent Level 9 Agent Heshore lowered his head and glanced at his gloves and breastplate torn by the bullet, which was proof that he had passed by the Holy Silver Bullet, and that the bullet that had been extremely destructive to the undead body would pierce his body if he was a little bit later.

But what surprised Hei Shore even more was that the current Shore had a limited perception of shadows...

In the confrontation a few years ago, Black Shore could use stealth to play Shore into applause, but now, before he was 10 meters close to Shore, he was spotted by Shore in advance.

"Good, good."

Hei Shore tore off the broken leather armor with one hand, threw the tattered gloves aside, he grabbed his two ice-like daggers, stuck out his tongue, licked the sharp blades of the daggers, he stared at Shore in front of him dressed like a cowboy, he did not hide his malice, he whispered:

"I'm glad to see that you haven't wasted yourself in these years, and the other I... Such a you, a stronger you, maybe I will feel more joy when I kill you with my own hands..."

"I don't feel any joy..."

Shore put the pistol back into his belt, reached out and pulled out the two holy silver war knives at his waist, between the staggered blades, he bent down slightly, a scar on the edge of his cheek was beating, representing Shore's not calm heart, he said:

"I just wanted to kill you, Heshore..."

"Come on..."

Hei Shore's figure suddenly disappeared, and Shore jerked around and stabbed the Holy Silver War Knife into the empty back.

"Bell"

Just like the battle between the two in the burning Stormwind City a few years ago, even the movements of the starting hands were almost identical, and Black Shore's dagger quickly slashed across the blade of Shore's battle blade, and in the melee combat where sparks splashed everywhere and danced like blades, his crazy voice also sounded in Shore's ears:

"This is a battle of fate! After tonight, there will only be one Shore left in this world! That's... I! ”

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