Stratholme God

   Chapter 106 A little understanding! Slightly understand! (Ask for a recommendation ticket)

   You must know that in history, the Alliance did not free up its hands to solve the Red Dragon Legion until the end of the Second Dark Portal War. This is another parallel world. Now the battle situation is very different. McDonald believes that the old Heilong is playing in the mud in an unknown corner, and he must not have time to bird him, the butterfly who qualified ahead of time.

   Carefully inspected his existing belongings, looked at the system display, and the [Random Teleportation] was activated at any time, and McDonald felt relieved for a while.

   Not long after, Valeera, who was scouting in front, discovered the enemy.

   She reached back and reported the message very competently: "A small barracks, 12 orcs, 6 are sleeping, 6 are chatting."

  Veresa looked at Kurtaz and whispered, "Can you escape?"

   The dwarf shook his head.

  Ronin rarely volunteered: "I can use spells..."

   Who knows that the other three are all like 'Big Brother! We can get it done, you put your staff down and have something to say! ' expression, Ronin immediately shyly didn't say anything.

   McDonald pondered for a while: "The thief should have that kind of drug that makes you sleepy, right?"

   Valeera's eyes seemed to say 'you know it': "Yes, but not much."

   McDonald greeted the two female elves: "Can you kill those awake orcs in one go? Try not to see blood."

   The two women looked at each other and nodded: "No problem."

   Valeera first disappeared into the air [Sneak], and McDonald saw Veresa pulling out four bizarre long arrows with spindle-shaped metal heads from her quiver.

   "Blunt arrows! Rangers use them to capture in order not to hurt their prey." Veresa explained.

   Shorty: "Is there anything I need help with?"

   McDonald: "Kurtaz and Ronin are on guard at the door."

   No one knows what [Assassin's Creed] is better than me!

   The next scene is a bit like 'community sending warmth'.

   After all, in this small barracks, the orcs themselves are not at ease. It is purely because there are too many passages in this direction, and the main road to enter the core area is just stuck here, so twelve orcs were sent here.

   Originally the orcs were shouting and chatting, when an orc who went to the side to get a water bag was suddenly hit on the back of the head by something, neither light nor heavy, and the whole person immediately felt dizzy. Tomorrow spun around, but he didn't fall down.

   This is the very famous trick of thieves [Sap].

   For at least a minute, this guy won't want to know what's going on in the outside world.

   In mid-air, Valeera's sharp eyes opened, facing Veresa who was prepared at the gate.

   The next moment, a surprise attack was launched.

  It was a bit unexpected, the seemingly elegant Veresa actually used a standard door kick.

   Maybe the wind element lingering around his feet had an effect, and he kicked up with a seemingly rather violent action, but when the door suddenly opened, there was little momentum, more like a gust of wind blowing the door open.

  When the first orc turned to look this way...

  The **** of death has come to collect people!

  The almost silent arrow easily broke the atmosphere, and with a deadly spiral, shot the orc's throat with great precision.

   "Pfft!" The same dull sound represented that the orc's entire throat and throat were all shattered by blunt arrows.

  The pain in the throat and the lack of oxygen were rapidly reducing the vitality of the orcs. Before they had time to struggle, Valeera, holding two small short-handled warhammers, appeared out of nowhere and knocked them unconscious with a few hammers.

   These orcs are doomed to lose their lives in a coma.

MacDonald stepped inside and left two orcs near the door who were snoring loudly but were doomed to not wake up due to overdose. , lying in disorder on his bed.

  Looking from the gate, it was like a group of guys were lazy and all went to sleep.

Kurtaz and Ronin stared at all of this in stunned eyes. At most, they could help out, carrying a salted fish or something. The rest couldn't help at all. When they were leaving, they even saw someone picking up Mai casually. A rag to sweep away their footprints near the door.

   Now it seems that this is necessary: ​​many orcs are barefoot, and the footprints left by human boots are actually quite obvious.

   But, it was Valeera who clearly started the murder, so why do you think this grand duke is a professional thief?

   Next, led by the dwarves, the group went deeper and deeper into the mountainside.

   Along the way, even Valeera was deeply impressed by the professional assassination qualities of the Grand Duke.

  What is a traceless killing and hiding of corpses, very professional.

   A bed, a large cabinet, a deep pit for throwing garbage, anyway, all the places where the corpse can be hidden are filled by the orcs. In the most conspicuous place, there were sleeping orcs snoring loudly, and dwarf spirits were spilled on the ground next to them.

   After saying this again and again, Valeera finally couldn't help it. She leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Your Excellency, I don't mean to offend you. It seems that your profession is... assassinating thieves?"

   Thieves are divided into three categories: [Subtlety], [Battle] and [Assassination].

   Valeera plays with daggers. Judging from the way she likes to backstab when attacking, and half of her flat cuts are used, she mostly minors in [Assassination], which is a typical [Dagger Thief].

   The characteristic of this kind of thief is that the attack is very high, and she can output tons of damage only by giving her a MT (main tank, most of which are held by soldiers in this era, professionally attracting enemy hatred).

   When she asked McDonald's in the tone of a colleague in the assassination department, McDonald's was spartan.

His cervical vertebrae seemed to have become rusty gears, and he turned his head stiffly, perhaps to prove his innocence, he took out the magic book sent by Kaizi: "Perhaps you don't believe it, in fact, I am determined to be a mage, Even His Highness Kael'thas said that I have talent."

   "This... rude!" Valeera seemed to blushed a little, and hurriedly lowered her head.

  Most people in the world have serious prejudice and discrimination against thieves, and look down on thieves who use ghost tricks.

   She was very surprised that she didn't feel this in McDonald's. This noble human aristocrat, who treats everyone equally, is a kind of praise in itself, especially when she hears McDonald's advice, she feels more enlightened.

   McDonald's answer made her a little disappointed. Immediately, I hope it is lei again!

   "This, in fact, I know a little about the skills of warriors and thieves." McDonald said modestly.

   Do you understand?

   You are more professional than thieves! ?

   The three people next to him complained in their hearts, and the dead dwarf rolled his eyes.

   If it wasn't for the fact that McDonald's once stunned the audience with his exaggerated "Thunder Strike", everyone would think you were a thief!

   Ahead, it was obvious that he had reached a very deep place. According to Shorty, he turned a corner and reached the most heavily guarded treasury area, but Valeera said it was safe there, with only some cold corpses.

   Originally, everyone didn't feel much. When they walked to the place, looking at the corpses wearing the armor of the Arathi Highland knights, an extremely strong unease suddenly flooded into McDonald's heart.

   Without hesitation, McDonald stomped his foot.

At the same time as a thunderous explosion sounded, Vereesa, who had been broken, saw in amazement that a corpse she had just passed by had been swindled, and it bounced straight from the ground, silently attacking her. A cold cross sword pierced out of his back.

   Without McDonald's [Thunder Hundred Strikes], she was already dead at this point.

   Veresa was shocked and angry!

  McDonald turned his head to see the dead pale face, his eyes flashing with a strange red light, and a name he ignored popped into his mind:

   The first death knight in Azeroth's history - Tyrone Gorefiend!

   (end of this chapter)