Chapter 35 34. Bait

The two elves were bickering in obscure Thalassian.

Blake understood and listened with great interest, and a lot of information was revealed in their conversation.

The two people seemed to have a bad relationship, but in fact they should be very familiar with each other. Blake was looking at the elf on the treetops. He squinted his eyes, obviously recognizing the guy.

Villeless.Deep Shadow.

The master assassin of Quel'Thalas, a die-hard loyalist to Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider, and one of the prince's most trusted subordinates. He is powerful, but his character does have some flaws as Halduron said.

To put it simply.

Foolish loyalty.

"Okay, everyone, come on, what's the point of watching two young people fighting?"

The Elf Assassin Verles stood on the tree and shouted into the quiet darkness around him:

"Prince Kael'thas attaches great importance to this action. I don't want to bring back a humiliating defeat for my prince. Let's talk about the plan while there is still time."

"There's no need to say anything more, it's already been decided."

A slightly older voice echoed in the darkness.

It was a woman's voice, speaking with an accent from southern China.

As Blake looked back, a female assassin who looked very young, wearing black leather armor and a mask covering her face, was sitting on a stone less than ten meters away from him.

And judging by her appearance, she must have been sitting there for a long time.

The problem is, it's just that Black can't sense it. Even a powerful ranger like Halduron Brightwing doesn't feel it.

This fully shows that the strength of this silver-haired old woman is far superior to Halduron.

This is

Pasonia Shore.

The thumb (commander) of MI7 of the Kingdom of Stormwind may not reflect the identity of this old woman, so let’s add another adjective.

A legendary assassin on the human side!

Next to her was a young man with brown hair who was about the same age as Blake. He was also dressed in black and had a short sword and dagger on his waist. He had a mysterious temperament.

Black knew who this was without any detective work.

Mathias Shore.

The grandson of the legendary assassin, the future commander of MI7, and the master assassin of the Kingdom of Stormwind. Of course, like Black, he is just a fledgling.

The reason why he was not sensed by Halduron was probably because Pasonia wrapped him in her own shadow clothes.

"There is really no need to say it again. The target has already set off, without any notice, and is still rushing towards Steinblade."

Another deep voice sounded.

What appeared along with the voice was a black-haired human, in his prime, wearing gray-black leather armor, a cloak and a Ravenholdt veil.

There are two long swords at the waist, which are quite rare weapons for assassins.

Blake knew him too.

The Master Assassin of Ravenholdt Manor, Farad, is not as well-known as the previous ones.

But what he will do in the future is anything but low-key.

Excluding the factors of being fooled and exploited, this Master Farad can be called the "Black Dragon Savior". He will save the last pure-blooded black dragon prince in Azeroth more than twenty years later.

"Is everyone here?"

Farad, who finally appeared, saluted the old lady Pasonia, who was sitting on a stone and trimming her nails with a dagger in a bored manner. The latter glanced at the people present with a calm expression.

she says:

"Who else isn't here?"

“We sent an invitation to the legendary half-orc assassin Garona Harforgan, who had escaped from the Hinterlands battlefield, but the latter did not respond, nor did he kill our messenger.

It seems that the rumors about her estrangement from the tribe of orcs are somewhat credible. "

Farad replied in a low voice.

As a result, Pasonia glared, and the old woman said coldly:

"I know that the Duke has been trying to recruit that half-orc bastard, but if you dare to mention the name of the Kingslayer in front of me again, the Duke will not be able to protect your tongue!

Fortunately, that bastard didn't come, otherwise what we would be hunting today would not just be a legend.

Tell me something else. "

Master Assassin shrugged, not intending to offend Master Pasonia, so he changed the topic sensibly.

explain:

"The secret force of Gnomeregan has also sent an agent to support our operation. Her name is Kelsey Steelspark, an expert in explosives and traps. She has completed the deployment of explosives at the operation point and is ready to detonate at any time."

"Um."

Pasonia nodded and asked again:

"Where's everyone else? I mean, everyone else besides us sleazy rats."

"General Gavin Rudd's decoy force is in place."

Farad, like a ruthless reporting machine, said concisely:

"Prince Muradin Bronzebeard, who is responsible for the frontal attack, is also in place, and Archmage Modera of Dalaran will provide us with 'logistical support'."

"Ah That's good."

The legendary assassin, who looked like an old grandmother, jumped off the stone. She moved her wrists and then looked at the star-studded lineup of assassins gathered in front of her.

She said in a languid tone:

"If possible, I would rather let us pure assassins do this, but war is war, and frontal attacks are not an area where assassins are good at.

That's why today's action took place.

Okay, everyone.

You may or may not have heard of me, but I don't care at all and have no interest in introducing myself. I just want to tell you one thing. In the next three hours, you must listen to my command! "

The old lady paused and her eyes rested on the most unruly elf assassin. The latter looked at her for a few seconds and then looked away. This performance made Pasonia quite satisfied.

She coughed and continued:

"As for the goal of this operation, some smart people have probably guessed that we are going to assassinate the chief of the Burning Blade Clan, Dar.

If possible, destroy all the Fire Blade Sword Saints under his command.

They've given us too much trouble.

The early information misdirection was completed very smoothly. The old orc believed that an important person would appear in Steinblad, and he had already rushed there with most of the elite members of the Burning Blade Clan.

You have all heard that this battle will be supported by a legendary warrior and an archmage.

They'll start by pestering Old Dahl.

Our mission is to kill all the followers around Old Dar before he breaks through the siege and gets support, and then kill the legendary swordsman as quickly as possible!

Who has any questions?

You can mention it now. In ten minutes, the action will begin!

If anyone dares to talk nonsense at that time, I will cut off his tongue with my own hands! "

"I have."

Blake in the crowd held out his hand.

Under the gaze of others, Blake did not choose to hide his doubts. He pointed at himself, Maris, and Xiao behind Pasonia.

He said:

"I can understand the significance of this battle, and I can also understand the danger of it. In order to kill the orcs, I will give anything, and my only question is

In such a high-level battle, why are there three rookies like us? Do we have any important tasks to undertake? "

"Well, that's a good question."

The old lady Pasonia smiled, and she was really kind when she smiled.

But what she said next was not so heart-warming.

"You control your own strength very accurately, which is good. This is how young people should understand the limits of their own strength and not do dangerous things.

But kid, let me ask you.

Have you ever hunted? "

Upon hearing this question, Blake's expression changed.

Pasonia smiled like a real old woman and said:

“Hunting is about bait, kid.

You have also heard that our helpers have arranged an explosion zone, and the task of you three rookies and other decoys sent out is to bring in as many Fire Blade Sword Masters as possible.

If I send a master to perform this task, Old Dahl will never be fooled. That orc is the most cunning and cautious master tactician I have ever seen.

Before the assassination begins, any disturbance will make him aware of the danger.

But if it were just three rookies who accidentally entered the hunting ground,

He will be happy to send out his elite men to have some fun with you, especially if there is also a popular 'Orc Killer' among them. "

Having said this, Pasonia shook her head.

Like her predecessors imparting experience, she said to Blake:

"In this profession of assassin, it's best not to be too famous. Kid, fame is a heavy burden for us, and it will bring you a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Such as now. "

"According to what you said, I am enough as the bait."

Blake blinked and asked again:

"Did the two of them offend you?"

"That's not the case. I'm not someone who avenges my personal vengeance."

The legendary assassin was very talkative and patiently explained to Blake:

"Nathanos Marris was invited in because of the advice of his mentor, Lady Sylvanas Windrunner, who pursues a cruel philosophy of growth.

He believes that his disciples need to go through hardships to become talents.

As for my grandson Shore.

This is his trial of shadow. "

Pasonia glanced at the expressionless Mathias Shore beside her and said softly:

"We are the defenders of the Kingdom of Stormwind, but we failed to complete our mission. The moment King Ryan was assassinated on the throne by that bastard Garona, all the assassins in MI7 were humiliated.

I'm already old.

My shame will follow me to the grave.

If Shaw wants to take over the heavy responsibility on my shoulders, he must prove his ability. Washing away the shame is a long process. Maybe one day, my grandson will pierce the dagger into that bastard's heart for me.

But now, his ability is only enough to serve as a bait.

So he must complete this work and complete his first trial, just like the two of you, do you understand? "

"understood!"

Blake nodded.

He said:

"You are either here for a mission, or you are here to wash away the shame, but I don't seem to have found anything that I can work hard to get.

So, if it's not offensive, if I'm still alive after the war, I'd like to request ownership of the spoils.

After all, I am now a member of Ravenholdt.

Our credo is, stay true to your commission. "

"Well, you have a lot of character, boy."

Pasonia glared at him.

explain:

"As long as Old Dar dies today, you will become a hero, you will gain fame, and you will get everything you want, revenge and so on. Isn't this enough?"

"As an assassin, being too famous is not a good thing. This is what you just taught me."

Blake shook his head.

He said:

"So, I thought, I should ask for something more realistic."

"Hmph, sharp teeth and sharp mouth."

Pasonia rubbed her neck, and the silver-haired old lady snorted and said:

"With so many masters present, you still dare to make such a request. I hope your ability is as strong as your greed. However, this request is not too much. If you ask people to work hard, you must be rewarded.

But only those who survive are eligible for the spoils of war.

I'm very optimistic about you, bold boy.

do not let me down.

Okay, everyone else, rest up. With three baits, you can set off. Xiaoer will take you to the predetermined location. Finally, he reminds you that when you are chased by a group of orc sword masters, never leave the shadows!

With your strength, once they catch up,

It only takes less than ten seconds and you're finished. "