Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 35 34. Bait

  The two elves were bickering in obscure Thalassian language.

  Blake understood and listened with gusto, and their conversation revealed a lot of information.

   And the two seem to have a bad relationship, but in fact they should be very familiar, and Blake looked at the elf in the treetops, squinting his eyes, obviously recognizing the guy.

   Welles. Deep Shadow.

  The Assassin Master of Quel'Thalas, the diehard loyalist of Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider, is also one of the Prince's most trusted subordinates. He is powerful, but his character is indeed flawed as Halduron said.

   To put it simply.

   Foolish loyalty.

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

   The elf assassin Vileis stood on the tree and shouted to the quiet darkness around him:

   "Prince Kael'thas takes this action very seriously. 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, it's all set."

   A slightly aged voice echoed in the darkness.

   is a woman's voice, speaking with the accent of the southern border of the mainland.

   As Black looked back, the female assassin who looked very young in black leather armor and a mask to cover her face was sitting on a stone less than ten meters away from him.

   And by the looks of her, she must have been sitting there for a long time.

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

   This has fully demonstrated the strength of this silver-haired old woman, far above Halduron.

This is

   Pasonia Shore.

  The thumb of MI7 (commander) of Stormwind Kingdom, so maybe it doesn't reflect the identity of this old woman, so let's add an adjective.

   The legendary assassin on the human side!

   Next to her was a brown-haired young man about the same age as Blake. He was also dressed in black, with a short knife and dagger on his waist, and his temperament was obscure.

   No need to scout, Black knows who this is.

   Mathias Shore.

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

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

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

   Another low voice sounded.

   Appeared with the voice was a black-haired human being in his prime years, wearing gray-black leather armor, a cloak and Ravenhold's face covering.

   There are two long swords around his waist, which are quite rare weapons for assassins.

   Black knew him too.

   Ravenhold Manor Assassin Master, Farad, this guy is not as well-known as the previous ones.

   But what he will do in the future is not at all 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 20 years later.

   "Is everyone here?"

  Fallard, who appeared last, bowed to the old lady Passonia, who was sitting on a rock and was bored with manicures with a dagger. The latter glanced at the people present calmly.

she says:

   "Who else didn't come?"

   "We sent an invitation to the legendary Orc Assassin Garona Haver Ogan, who had escaped from the battlefields of the Hinterlands, but the latter did not respond, nor did he kill our courier.

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

   Farad replied in a low voice.

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

   "I know the duke has been trying to recruit that half-orc bastard, but if you dare to mention that kingslayer's name in front of me again, the duke won't be able to hold your tongue!

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

   Say something else. "

   Master Assassin shrugged, not intending to offend Master Passonia, so he changed the subject rationally.

Say:

   "The Gnomeregan Secret Force has also sent an agent to support our operations. Her name is Kelsey Steelspark, an expert on explosives and traps. She has completed the deployment of explosives at the operation point and is ready to detonate."

"Um."

  Pasonia nodded and asked again:

   "What about the others? I mean, other than those of us who don't see much."

   "General Gavin Rader's decoy unit is in place."

   Farad was like a ruthless reporting machine, and said in a succinct tone:

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

"Ah That's good."

  The legendary assassin like an old grandmother jumped off the stone. She moved her wrist and looked at the group of assassins in front of her. It was a dazzling lineup of assassins.

   She said in an unnerving tone:

   "If possible, I would prefer to let us pure assassins do this, but war is war, and frontal attack is not an area that assassins are good at.

   That’s why today’s action came about.

   Alright, everyone.

   You may or may not have heard of me, but I don't care at all, and I'm not interested in introducing myself. I just want to tell you one thing, for the next three hours, you have to listen to me! "

  The old lady stopped, her eyes stopped on the most unruly elf assassin, the latter looked at her for a few seconds, and then looked away, which made Pasonia quite satisfied.

   She coughed and continued:

   "About the goal of this operation, some clever people probably guessed that we are going to assassinate the chieftain of the Fireblade Clan, Dal. Triple Bloodblade, in the valley between Icewind Post and Steinblade.

  If possible, destroy all the flaming sword saints under his command by the way.

   They have already caused us too much trouble.

   The misleading information in the early stage was completed very smoothly. The old orc thought that an important person would appear in Steinblade, and he had already rushed there with most of the elites of the Burning Blade Clan.

   You have also heard that in this battle, there will be a legendary warrior and an archmage to provide support.

   They'll entangle Old Dahl first.

   And our mission is to kill all the followers around him before Old Dahl breaks through the siege and gets support, and then, with the shortest speed, kills the legendary swordsman!

  Who still has questions?

   You can mention it now, ten minutes later, the action begins!

   At that time, whoever dared to talk nonsense again, I cut his tongue with my own hands! "

"I have."

   Black in the crowd held out his hand.

   In the gazes of others, Blake did not choose to hide his doubts, he pointed to himself, Maris and Shore behind Passonia.

He says:

   "I can understand the meaning of this battle, I can also understand the danger of it, I can give everything to kill the orcs, and my only question is

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

   "Well, that's a good question."

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

   But what she said next was not so warm.

   "You control your own strength very accurately, very well, young people should be like this, understand the limit of their strength, and don't do dangerous things.

   But little one, I ask you.

   Have you ever hunted? "

   Hearing this question, Blake's expression changed.

  Pasonia smiled like a real old woman and said:

   "Hunting requires bait, boy.

   You heard it too, our helpers set up an explosion zone, and the task of you three rookies and the other decoys sent out is to bring in as many flaming sword saints as possible.

   If I send a master on this mission, old Dahl will never be fooled, that orc is the most cunning and cautious tactician I have ever seen.

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

   But if it's just three rookies who strayed into the hunting ground

   He will be happy to send out his elites to ‘play with’ with you, especially if there is also a ‘orc killer’ who is in the limelight. "

   Having said that, Pasonia shook her head.

   She said to Blake as her predecessors taught her experience:

  "It's better not to be too famous in the assassin's business, child, fame is a heavy burden to us, it will bring you a lot of unnecessary trouble.

   Like now. "

   "As you said, one bait is enough for me."

  Black blinked and asked again:

   "Did the two of them offend you?"

   "This is not the case, I am not a person who seeks personal vengeance."

  The Legendary Assassin was very talkative and patiently explained to Black:

   "Nathanos Maris was invited in. It was the opinion of his mentor, Lady Sylvanas Windrunner, who pursued a cruel growth philosophy.

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

   As for my grandson Shore.

   This is his shadow trial. "

  Pasonia glanced at Mathias Shore, who was expressionless beside her, and she said softly:

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

I'm already old.

   My shame will follow me to the grave.

If   Shore wants to take over the heavy responsibility on my shoulders, he must prove his ability. It is a long process to wash away the shame. Maybe one day, my grandson will stab the dagger into the heart of that **** for me.

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

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

"understood!"

   Black nodded.

He says:

   "You're either here for a mission or to wash away your shame, but I don't seem to have found what I'm desperately trying to get.

   So, if it's no offense, I'd like to claim the loot if I'm still alive after the war.

   After all, I am now a member of Ravenholdt too.

  Our creed is to be faithful to commissions. "

   "Well, it really has character, boy."

   Pasonia glared at him.

Say:

   "As long as old Dahl dies today, you'll be a hero, you'll gain fame, you'll get everything you want, revenge or something, isn't that enough?"

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

  Black shook his head.

He says:

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

   "Hmph, sharp teeth and sharp mouth."

  Pasonia rubbed her neck, 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, but this request is not excessive. If you ask people to work hard, you must be paid.

   But only those who survived are eligible to ask for the spoils.

  I am very optimistic about you, daring boy.

do not let me down.

  Okay, let the others rest, three decoys, you can go now, Shaw will take you to the reserved location, and finally remind you that when you are chased by a group of orc juggernauts, don’t leave the shadows!

   With your strength, once you are caught up by them

   In less than ten seconds, you are all done. "

   (end of this chapter)