Chapter 273 3. Land of Lawlessness. Alterac --- Add More Fanaticism for the Leader Yan Fen【16/30】

Chapter 273 3. Land of Lawlessness. Alterac --- Add more fanaticism for the lord Yan Fen [1630]

"This annoying sun!"

The scorching sun shone on the hilly land, and the forest that had been cut down due to the outbreak of the war a few years ago had not yet recovered, making this land that Thales was once familiar with look a bit barren.

Dressed like a small businessman, Thales led his pack horse and endured the sunlight. He walked slowly on the road near Tarren Mill, cursing the scorching sun from time to time, while thinking about himself action plan.

This is not the first time Thales has collected intelligence in a war-torn area. In fact, in the past few years, he has done many such things. The spirits have served, and he himself was born in South Sea Town, so he is familiar with the environment around the Hillsbrad Hills, but the problem is that at this time, this land is no longer in his memory. in the hometown.

And this time he was hired by the notorious orcs in Azeroth to search for another orc's trace. Once other people found out, his "good reputation" in Ravenholdt would be completely ruined .

Ravenholdt Manor, or the League of Assassins, doesn't care who they serve, as long as they can get the due rewards, they are a group of assassins who despise royal power and secular wars. This is the "freedom" advertised by the League of Assassins, but Even so, it is a pity that in the war between the alliance and the orcs, Ravenholdt finally stood on the side of the alliance, and 80% of the members in the manor were human beings. The senses of orcs are not very good.

Thinking of this, Thales became even more disgusted with his mission, but he couldn't escape this search no matter what the circumstances were.

"I knew that it would have been easier to die in Hinterlands back then, at least not as entangled as it is now."

Thales, a high-ranking assassin in the League of Assassins, frowned and cursed again, but what had to be done was still to be done, not only for a generous reward, but also as repayment for the kindness he had 2 years ago.

At that time, he was employed by a goblin merchant to explore the fortress of the evil branch trolls in the Hinterlands, trying to steal the treasures of the trolls, but he almost died in the spider-filled cave. With the help of the clan chief Fenris, Thales, who had been deeply poisoned at the time, died long ago.

Of course, up to now, Thales doesn't think the orc chief Fenris is his friend. After all, for Ravenholdt's assassins, only gold coins are the best friends.

"clang"

After staring at the vicious sun for half an hour, Thales finally arrived at South Sea Town. He tied the pack horse to a tree branch in the shade, stepped forward a few steps, and pushed open the door of the tavern in the town, even though it was still at noon , but the tavern here is already sparsely filled with a lot of people, and the environment is not too noisy, but Thales looked around, judging from the dress and temperament of the drinkers, these guys obviously don't look like dutiful farmers.

If he is not mistaken, most of the people sitting here drinking at this point are thugs who do business without money. From before the second grade to the present, in the Kingdom of Alterac, such people are more and more There are more and more.

Thales carefully hid his contempt deep in his eyes, he nimbly passed a few drunk guys, sat on the bar counter, waved to the bartender, and flipped a dark silver coin between his fingers After a while, the raven logo was engraved on the surface of the silver coin. When he saw the silver coin, the bald old bartender narrowed his eyes and nodded inaudibly to Thales.

A few minutes later, the two sat in the corner of the bar.

"Well, the ale is getting worse and worse."

Thales sipped the wine in the glass, put the glass aside with disgust, tapped his fingers on the table, and whispered to the old bartender in front of him:

"What? Have you started earning this kind of black-hearted money recently?"

"Is it necessary to use good wine to entertain a group of robbers?"

The old bartender said something casually. He looked around and lowered his voice:

"What are you doing here?"

"Work!"

Thales picked up a delicate wine jug from his arms, took a sip of wine, wiped his mouth, and said to the old man in front of him, "Is there anything new around Tarren Mill recently?"

"If I remember correctly, you are still a member of Ravenholdt, right?"

The old bartender didn't answer Thales' question immediately, he blinked:

"The League of Assassins has its own intelligence point in Alterac. Your friends are collecting all the news about this ghost place every day. So, as a high-level member, why don't you go to them and return to me instead?" Is this retired old guy here?"

"Private work, private work, understand, and the piecemeal information collected by those young children, how can an old senior who is rooted in the local area get comprehensive information?"

Thales waved his hand in embarrassment, wiped his left hand on the table, 10 gold coins were neatly stacked together, the old bartender snorted meaningfully, and pointed at the stack of gold coins, like Like magic, the gold coin disappeared into his palm, and he coughed lightly:

"Listen to my advice, Thales, don't do private work like this. "Lone Wolf" is not an easy boss to deal with. If he catches you, you will be finished."

The old bartender reached out and took Thales' hip flask, played with it for a few seconds, then raised his head and pouted his chin:

"Tell me, what do you want to hear?"

Thales looked at his delicate jug with a painful face, he hesitated for a few seconds, then lowered his voice:

"I've come to find an orc..."

"Um."

The old bartender let out an incomprehensible snort, and he threw the flagon in his hand to Thales, his face turned cold:

"Orgrim? Hehe, I'm sorry, if it's such a big man, this little thing is not enough!"

"Don't be too greedy! Old guy!"

Thales gritted his teeth: "I just want one piece of information!"

"Then I'm afraid you may not know how expensive information about Orgrim is now!"

The old bartender folded his arms and said softly:

"After he escaped from prison, Lordaeron, Stormgard, and Dalaran all sent their best spies to Alterac, as well as the bandits who occupied the mountain as king, and they were also arrested by bureaucrats. They used it to search almost every inch of the entire hills, and the Syndicate, you know them? A group of exiled nobles who are eager to restore their country, and they are also frantically searching for that orc."

The old man pointed his finger behind those villains who were already drunk. He lay on the table and looked at Thales:

"Why do you think they came to me at noon and got drunk? You see, not only you want to get some news from me, but also other people, and their bids are much richer than yours!"

The old bartender spread his hands:

"So you think, why should I help you? People in our business know, don't talk about friendship with me. After Perenold lost the throne and the Prestor family fled, Alterac is now a lawless place!"

"This ghostly place is out of order and completely out of control. Tarren Mill is patronized by robbers every three days. Even the most honest farmers can't survive. They flee to Gilneas or Lordaeron with their families. It is also full of those "grand thieves", who fight for the land almost every day, and corpses are thrown on the side of the road every day."

The old man murmured:

"If Nanhai Town wasn't protected by the Kul Tiras Navy, I'm afraid it would be regarded as a fat sheep. Now when I sleep every day, I put a loaded musket under my pillow. Look around you, there are people everywhere. It's a robber, a thief, a murderer, it's too bad, now only the sound of gold coins can make me feel happy and relaxed."

A trace of sadness flashed through his squinted eyes, but soon, those eyes were covered by the philistine light. He patted Thales' wrist, stood up, and said in the assassin's ear:

"Little Thales, listen to my advice, get out of here, don't go into this muddy water!"

"So you really have some news in your hand?"

Thales looked at the old bartender's back, he gritted his teeth, took out something from the backpack he was carrying, and shook it in his hand. It was a wine jug full of elf-style carvings, inlaid with various jewels The most special thing is that there are several runes with unclear meanings engraved on the bottom of the flagon. When the runes shine, a mist-like frost will appear on the surface of this gold and silver artwork.

The moment this thing was taken out, more than a dozen greedy eyes fell on Thales, and even the old bartender turned around, staring at the thing in Thales's hand, his eyes narrowed again He got up, then walked to the side of the assassin again, sat opposite him, reached out and took the flagon from Thales's hand, put it in his hand and checked it repeatedly.

"Well, at least it is an antique that is more than 2000 years old. This emblem seems to be a treasure inherited from the noble family of Quel'Thalas, and it is also engraved with perfect necromantic runes. Tsk tsk, I can't even imagine it, you Where did you get this treasure from?"

The old bartender held the exquisite flagon firmly in his hand, and he looked at Thales:

"So, you still decided?"

The assassin closed his eyes, not allowing himself to look at the treasure that belonged to him just now. It was the treasure he got from Tyrion Dawnblade 4 years ago, and it was considered the most valuable in all his collections one of them.

He nodded bluntly, which made the old bartender sigh. After a while, a folded animal skin was stuffed into his hand by a secret way of passing information between assassins. The old bartender patted Thales' shoulders:

"I don't know where Orgrim is, but more than ten days ago, the fleeing orc had a fight with the knights of Lordaeron. I found this at the place where they fought. It should be the orc who carried it with him. For one thing, listen to me, Orgrim could have just gone straight to Arathi Highlands to join those rebellious orcs, but he didn't!"

"There is a reason why he risked his life to stay in Alterac. Orgrim is also looking for something, and the only clue is now in your hands. As long as you walk out of this door, you are now active in Alterac. All the forces in Ranke will regard you as a thorn in the side, I can only help you here, if you are lucky enough to survive, when you come back, I will buy you a drink!"

"Now, before those people come, get out of my tavern! Don't make trouble for an old man again."

Thales clenched the animal skin in his hand, stared at the old bartender, and whispered:

"At least give me another direction, Alterac is so big..."

The old man glanced at the jug in his hand, he pursed his lips in pain, and finally said a location:

"The last place he was seen was in the Dagger of Koran! Go."

"Thanks."

Thales picked up his silver jug ​​and drank the fine wine in it. He looked back and saw that the guys in the tavern who were not drunk had already blocked the door of the tavern silently, using Unfriendly eyes looked at him.

There was a silent laugh at the corner of the assassin's mouth, his nimble fingers flipped, and a gloomy light flickered at his fingertips. He walked towards the door of the tavern under the eyes of everyone. Under the eyes of the old bartender who returned to the bar, the assassin He moved his shoulders, but he didn't see how he moved, a thin red line appeared on the neck of a strong man in front of him, and the next moment, blood gushed out.

"It's just a bunch of scraps."

In the deep voice, Thales' figure was like a flying shadow, shuttling back and forth among the chaotic crowd, he held two strange-shaped daggers in his hands, and every time he swung fiercely, he would take them away a life.

The high-level assassin who let go of his hands completely faced these robbers who could only scare ordinary people, he was like a god of death who harvested life, and no one could stop him.

Two minutes later, Thales, who was covered in blood all over his body, pushed open the door of the tavern. The scorching sun was still shining on the barren land in front of him. He pursed his lips and walked to the door of the tavern. The chewing head untied it, and patted its neck.

"Run, old guy, the rest of the road, I can only walk alone."

As he spoke, the assassin put his well-arranged backpack on his back, identified the direction, and quickly rushed out of the tavern, heading towards the Alterac Mountains in the northwest of the Hillsbrad Hills.

His mission goal is there, and he must get there before he is caught.

Chasing and killing, this is the fate of an assassin.