MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-Chapter 32 31. Ravenholdt. Hunting Invitation (Part 2)

   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 a trial.

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

  Black doesn't think that the famous, or that the Ravenhold Assassin League hidden in the shadows is so level, he can be sure, except for the sixteen eyeliners tied to the barn by himself.

   and the seven or eight rookie assassins who had just learned to sneak who were defeated by him, there were other people hidden in the darkness.

   Maybe more than one.

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

   But with the Tide Charm in hand, Black may not be able to fight, but he must be able to escape.

   "Big man, have I passed the level?"

  The pirate assassin dropped the stick in his hand, inserted Werther's leg back into his waist, and stepped on the shoulder of a bruised rookie assassin with his left foot.

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

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

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

   "crack, clap, clap"

   For Blake's "performance", the man did not stingy with his own applause. This crisp applause echoed in the dark night. Compared with the current messy scene, it is indeed somewhat ironic.

   "Your trial failed, go back to training."

  The man did not speak to Black immediately, but to the rookie assassins lying on the ground, clutching their bodies:

   "Although recommenders everywhere told me that you are first-class players, but unfortunately, I did not see anything from you except recklessness and excess aggressiveness.

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

  We are assassins, we are thieves.

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

  Unfortunately, you didn't learn anything. "

  The man changed his cane to his left hand, leaned on it, and stepped forward step by step, he said regretfully:

   "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 very familiar with your style, you shouldn't pull out your dagger and rush forward mindlessly.

  You should retreat.

   lure the enemy to go deep, unite and cooperate.

  I believe that no matter how strong the orc killer is, he can only chase one at a time, and you have eight people, and the worst case is nothing more than the loss of one member.

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

never mind.

   I'm too lazy to teach you.

   Go back for a night's rest and replace our brother in Stromgarde tomorrow, and hopefully a long enough lurking career will teach you something. "

  Those low-level assassins who were beaten down were ashamed one by one, covering their wounds and standing up, very desolately walking into the dark night.

   They failed.

   Shame on a novice who is training.

   But if it is a real mission, they have no chance to feel the shame, so this shame is also a kind of luck.

   "As for you, Orc Killer!"

  The guy who was full of brilliance, after drinking his incompetent subordinates, changed his tone of gentleness. He looked up and down at Black in front of him, and said:

   "Congratulations, you are qualified."

"Um?"

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

   "What qualified? Did I say I want to join you?"

   "Well, it seems that you are very dissatisfied with our 'little trick'."

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

   He explained to Black:

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

  Mediocre people will not fear us because of our elusiveness.

   But the geniuses just feel provoked and find a way to give us a good look. Like the hand you're sneaking into my pocket right now

  The stealing skills are good, Orc Killer, it seems that you have two extra brushes in addition to hacking people's skulls. "

   That guy hit him casually and interrupted Black's ongoing theft.

   Master!

   is definitely a master.

  Blake shrugged, not embarrassed to be discovered stealing, he was a pirate, used to be a thief, and he didn't care about such things as face and dignity.

   "Introduce yourself."

   The man who appeared on behalf of Ravenhold reached out and took off his top hat, put it on his chest, and bowed slightly to Blake in a noble manner.

   He said softly:

   "My name is Winston, I'm from Gilneas, I've been in this industry for more than ten years, and my colleagues call me 'Lone Wolf'. In fact, I don't like fighting alone.

   At present, due to the tight front line and the shortage of personnel, I was transferred from the logistics position to the personnel department, which was specially responsible for recruiting warriors from all walks of life. I apologize for my friend Farad's "little joke".

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

   is like doing some mysterious tricks occasionally.

   This probably has something to do with his origins in Sepulcher. The people over there are a little superstitious because of the proximity to the Magic City. "

   Facing this opening remarks, Blake nodded coldly and said briefly:

   "Black Shaw, Kul Tiran."

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

  Winston glanced at Blake, his eyes stopped for a moment on the severe burn on Blake's face covering, he asked a question, but Blake did not answer.

   "Well, it seems that our Assassin Rising Star is a boring gourd."

   Winston shrugged.

   He looked left and right, took an emblem from his pocket, handed it to Black, and said:

   "Ravenhold occasionally uses coercion to force others to join us, but that method is very dangerous and is generally only used to close the eyes.

   You can't do this for regular members.

   So I just give this badge of status.

   You have plenty of time to think about joining us, but I can give you a little extra news, we're working on a big event recently.

   A real big deal.”

   He winked at Blake and said:

   "Because of the deep-seated hatred for the orcs you've shown during your recent activities in the hills, I don't think you'd want to miss this big event.

   Alas, you young people are really lucky, you have just entered the industry to have such a good opportunity to show your talents. Back then, I was a full-fledged member step by step from the lowest eyeliner.

The sins    suffered, now I feel sad when I think about it.

   Seize the opportunity.

  Young man, I am very optimistic about you. "

   After he finished speaking, he didn't hesitate, turned around and left, wisps of shadows wrapped around him.

   As if something dark was about to engulf him, just the appearance of entering stealth proves that this person in front of him should be a real high-level assassin.

  Blake touched the emblem in his hand, and without hesitation he threw a scout:

   "Lone Wolf" Winston Wolfe

   Mortal body. Shadow covering the body. Cunning. Perception. Premeditated.

   Level 35 Assassin/Level 40 Scholar

"Um?"

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

   "block"

  The flying dagger was thrown away by the blade fist.

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

   was obviously poisoned.

   "Who trained you? Your mentor never taught you, don't show malice to people you can't afford to offend?"

  Winston's voice faded from gentleness at this moment.

   showed a hoarseness and a slight killing intent, this sharp guy sensed Black's malice.

   "For a wounded high-level assassin, I don't think I have any chance of winning. You have a good disguise, Mr. Winston, but next time you need to heal up and come out to play."

  Blake shook his wrist and said:

   "Tell me about your big plan, I want to know a little more."

   "You have to join us first."

   Winston left a sentence, turned his head and walked away.

   Then he felt something buzzing behind him flying over. He raised his left hand, and without looking back, he pinched the thing with precision.

   Don't look at it.

   knew that it was the identity badge he just gave to Black.

"I'm in."

   Black says:

   "Can we talk now?"

   "Four days later, at the southwest corner of Bingfenggang, come here at midnight, even if you join the team. Friendly reminder, this mission is not allowed to quit, once you are unfortunately injured, it will hinder your action.

  They will leave you without hesitation.

  The content of the quest cannot be disclosed, but it is related to the orcs. Ravenholdt is going to hunt down a big man enough to change the situation in the hills battlefield, that's all I can say. "

  Winston walked into the shadows and left a few words for Blake, speaking in a cloudy and foggy manner, full of assassin style.

  Black was not disappointed either.

  Since he was forced by the situation and took this shadowy road, and now he is active in the northern border, he must deal with Ravenholdt, and there are many benefits to joining the Assassin League.

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

   And although Winston didn't reveal much.

But the target was the orcs, and it was a hunting operation. Under the circumstance that he already knew that Orgrim was leading troops to Quel'Thalas, the hilly area was worthy of the Assassin League's attention, and there were only a few big clans. the chief.

   "The Blood Ring clan was in Arathi Highlands, the Blackrock clan was taken away by Orgrim, the Stormreaver clan and the Twilight's Hammer clan were led by the great warlock Gul'dan, and they also went to the Elven kingdom with the great chief."

  Blake narrowed his eyes, and his mind moved quickly.

   He ruled out possible targets one by one, thinking in his mind:

   "The Dragonmaw clan is in the wetlands, the most tyrannical Warsong clan and the Shattered Hand clan remain in Draenor, on the other side of the Dark Portal, their violent compatriots are not assured of their sanity.

   didn't take them into Azeroth at all.

  The Frostwolf clan had parted ways with the Horde after entering Azeroth six years ago, and did not join the war at all, and is still hiding in the deepest part of the Alterac Mountains.

   The target is certainly not them.

   At present, the possible target is 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.

   So they are going to assassinate the wolf king Fenris? Is this an attempt to take the enemy's head among the armies? "

  Blake rubbed his chin, feeling that the outcome of this assassination was a little off, but when he lifted his foot, he suddenly thought of another name.

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

   "Fireblade! The Fireblade clan, which is rich in sword saints, is also active in the hills, but they are good at concealment, so the sharp knives of those tribes and the vicious dogs of war are hardly noticed.

   But, no?

  These daring assassins are going to slaughter a group of Orc Juggernauts? To gnaw such a hard bone is indeed Ravenhold.

   Really courageous!

   is exciting enough. "

   (end of this chapter)