Chapter 32 31. Ravenholdt. Hunting Invitation (Part 2)

This is just an invitation.

Although the content was subverted by Blake, from others testing him to him testing others, an invitation is an invitation, or it can be called a trial.

Since it is a trial, there must be a host.

Black didn't think that the famous Ravenholdt Assassins, or that the League of Assassins hiding in the shadows, was that level. He was sure that except for the sixteen informants who were tied up in the barn.

In addition to the seven or eight rookie assassins who had just learned how to sneak and were defeated by him, there were others hidden in the darkness.

Maybe more than one.

After all, Black did show a certain amount of hostility, which may be regarded as provocation by Ravenholdt, and an ancient organization like this has always had a low tolerance for provocation.

However, with the Tide Spell in hand, Black may not be able to defeat him, but he can definitely escape.

"Big shot, have I passed the test?"

The pirate assassin dropped the wooden stick in his hand, inserted Werther's leg back into his waist, and stepped on the shoulder of a rookie assassin who had been beaten with a bruised nose and face.

He crossed his arms and shouted into the darkness behind him.

The voice was hoarse, and there was no echo in the empty moonlight.

Soon, in the shadows floating in front of him, a man wearing a Gilnean-style dress, a tall gentleman's hat, and a black cane under his arm appeared in front of him.

"Pah, pah, pah"

For Blake's "performance", the man was not stingy with his applause. This crisp applause echoed in the dark night. Compared with the messy scene now, it was indeed a bit ironic.

"You failed the trial, go back to training."

The man did not speak to Blake immediately, but said to the rookie assassins lying on the ground, covering their bodies:

"Although recommenders from all over the place told me that you are top-notch players, unfortunately, I saw nothing from you except recklessness and excessive desire to attack.

I will tell you this on the first day you join the manor.

We are assassins, we are thieves.

We don't need face. We hate fighting and fighting, and we despise fair duels. When we can't defeat the enemy, we have to run away. Even if you are confident that you can beat the enemy, you have to run away.

Unfortunately, you have learned nothing. "

The man switched his cane to his left hand, leaned on it, and stepped forward step by step. He said with regret:

"When you were forced back from the shadows by the orc killer's flares, you lost your most powerful weapon. Facing an enemy who is familiar with your style, you should not draw out your dagger and rush forward mindlessly.

You should retreat.

Lure the enemy in depth and unite and cooperate.

I believe that no matter how strong the orc killer is, he can only chase one at a time, and there are eight of you. The worst case scenario is the loss of one member.

But your remaining strength is still enough for a second infiltration counterattack.

never mind.

I'm too lazy to teach you.

Go back and rest for a night, and tomorrow we will replace our brothers in Stromgarde. I hope that a long enough lurking career will allow you to learn something. "

The low-level assassins who were knocked down were all ashamed. They stood up holding their wounds and walked into the night desolately.

They failed.

For a newbie training, this is a shame.

But if it is a real mission, they will not have the chance to feel the shame, so this shame can be regarded as a blessing.

"As for you, Orc Slayer!"

The guy who showed up with a strong personality changed his tone to a gentle tone after he dismissed his incompetent subordinates. He looked at Black in front of him up and down and said:

"Congratulations, you passed."

"Um?"

Blake tilted his head and looked at the man in front of him. He said:

"What's qualified? Did I say I wanted to join you?"

"Well, it seems you are not satisfied with our 'little trick'."

This guy was leaning on a cane and was not angry because of Blake's rude remarks. On the contrary, he maintained his gentle attitude.

He explained to Blake:

"I told Farad before that if you want to invite a rising star who has proven his strength with real heads, you can't use the same method to deal with ordinary people.

The mediocre will be in awe of us because of our elusiveness.

But geniuses just feel provoked and find a way to give us a good look. Just like your hand that is sneaking into my pocket right now

You have good stealing skills, Orc Killer. It seems that in addition to chopping people's heads, you also have two additional brushes. "

The guy interrupted the theft that Black was performing with a casual hit.

Master!

Definitely a master.

Blake shrugged. He was not embarrassed because he was caught stealing. He was a pirate and had been a thief. He didn't care about such things as face and dignity.

"Introduce yourself."

The man who represented Ravenholdt reached out and took off his hat, placed it on his chest, and bowed slightly to Black in an aristocratic manner.

He said softly:

"My name is Winston. I come from Gilneas. I have been in this industry for more than ten years. My peers call me a 'lone wolf'. In fact, I don't like to work alone.

Currently, due to the tight frontline and severe shortage of personnel, I have been transferred from the logistics position to the personnel department, specifically responsible for recruiting warriors from all walks of life. I apologize to you for my friend Farad's 'little joke'.

If you join the organization and survive for more than two years, you will know that Farad is actually a very easy person to get along with.

I just like to do some mysterious tricks occasionally.

This probably has something to do with his origin in Sebocher. The people there, well, how should I put it, probably because it is adjacent to the Magic City, they are a bit superstitious. "

Faced with this opening statement, Blake nodded coldly and said briefly:

"Black Shaw, from Kul Tiran."

"Is this a real name? Or a disguise?"

Winston glanced at Blake, his eyes resting on the severe burns on Blake's face covering for a few moments. He asked a question, but Blake did not answer.

"Well, it seems our new assassin is a dull gourd."

Winston shrugged.

He looked around, took out a badge from his pocket, handed it to Blake, and said:

"Ravenholdt will occasionally use coercion to force others to join us, but that method has great hidden dangers and is generally only used to attract attention.

This cannot be done for full members.

So I only give this status badge.

You have enough time to think about whether to join us, but I can give you a little extra news. We are preparing for a big event recently.

Really big deal.”

He winked at Blake and said:

"Given the heartfelt hatred you showed for the orcs during your recent activities in the hills, I don't think you want to miss this important event.

Alas, you young people are so lucky to be able to encounter such a good opportunity to show off your talents when you first entered the industry. I think back then, I started from the lowest level of informant and became a full member step by step.

It makes me sad to think about all the sins I suffered.

Seize the opportunity.

Young man, I think highly of you. "

After saying that, he turned around and left without hesitation, wisps of shadow wrapping around him.

It was as if something dark was about to engulf him. Just the way he entered stealth proved that the person in front of him should be a real high-level assassin.

Blake touched the emblem in his hand and threw it to investigate without hesitation:

"Lone Wolf" Winston Wolfe

Mortal body. Shadow covering the body. Cunning. Perception. Premeditation. Slightly injured state.

Level 35 Assassin/Level 40 Scholar

"Um?"

The moment the reconnaissance was activated, Winston, who was entering stealth, suddenly turned around, waved his hand, and a black shadow cut through the air, whistling and stabbing Blake's eyes.

"block"

The flying dagger was pushed away by the blade fist.

The force of the impact shook the pirate's arm. The knife was stuck on the ground, and its tail end was vibrating rapidly. Under the dim moonlight, a dark green light was reflected on its blade.

Obviously quenched the poison.

"Who trained you? Didn't your mentor teach you not to show malice to people you can't offend?"

Winston's voice lost its gentleness at this moment.

Showing a hint of hoarseness and a slight killing intent, this keen guy sensed Blake's malice.

"For an injured high-level assassin, I don't think I have any chance of winning. You pretended to be very good, Mr. Winston, but next time you should recover from your injuries and come out again."

Blake shook his wrist and said:

"Let's talk about your big plan. I want to know more."

"You have to join us first."

Winston said nothing, turned around and left again.

Then he felt a buzzing thing flying towards him from behind. He raised his left hand and clasped the thing accurately without looking back.

No need to look.

He knew it was the identity badge he had just given to Blake.

"I joined."

Black said:

"Can we talk now?"

"Four days later, come to the southwest corner of Bingfeng Post at midnight, and you will be considered a member. Friendly reminder, you are not allowed to withdraw from this mission. If you are unfortunately injured, it will hinder the operation.

They will leave you behind without hesitation.

The content of the mission cannot be disclosed, but it is related to orcs. That's all I can say about Ravenholdt hunting down someone big enough to change the tide of the hilly battlefield. "

Winston walked into the shadows and left a few words to Blake, speaking in a foggy and full assassin style.

Blake wasn't disappointed either.

Since he was forced by the situation to take this shadow path, and now he is active in northern Xinjiang, he must deal with Ravenholdt. There are many benefits to joining the League of Assassins.

Although he may be assigned ghost assassination or lurking tasks from time to time, considering his current situation, there is no harm in establishing a good relationship with this ancient organization.

And although Winston didn't reveal much.

But the target was orcs, and it was another hunting operation. When he already knew that Orgrim was leading troops to Quel'Thalas, there were only a few big clans in the hilly area worthy of being so valued by the Assassin's Alliance. The chief.

"The Bloodring Clan is in the Arathi Highlands. The Blackstone Clan was taken away by Orgrim. The Stormrage Clan and the Twilight's Hammer Clan are commanded by the great warlock Gul'dan and also went to the Elf Kingdom with the warchief."

Blake narrowed his eyes, his mind racing.

He eliminated possible targets one by one, thinking:

"The Dragonmaw clan is in the wetlands, and the Warsong clan and the Shattered Hand clan, the most powerful and violent clan, stay in Draenor. On the other side of the Dark Portal, their violent compatriots are worried about their sanity.

Didn't bring them into Azeroth at all.

After the Frostwolf clan entered Azeroth six years ago, they parted ways with the Horde and did not join the war at all. They are still hiding in the deepest part of the Alterac Mountains.

The target is definitely not them.

At present, the possible targets are nothing more than the Thunder King clan that controls the Wolf Cavalry army, and the rest are some small clans that are not worthy of the Assassin Alliance's personal action.

So the one they want to assassinate is Wolf King Fenris? Is this a plan to take the enemy's head among the thousands of troops? "

Black rubbed his chin, feeling that the outcome of the assassination was a little uncertain, but when he raised his feet, he suddenly thought of another name.

"No! I missed one, that letter that never existed now! Old Dahl's letter to Dead Eye!"

"Fire Blade! The Fire Blade clan, which is rich in sword masters, is also active in the hills, but they are good at hiding, so it is difficult to notice the sharp knives of the tribe and the vicious dogs of war.

But, no?

Are these daring assassins going to kill a group of orc sword masters? Ravenholdt deserves to be able to gnaw on such a hard bone.

How brave!

Exciting enough. "