Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 581 134. The Weight of Justice

"clang"

The buzzing short knife flew out in a short and violent collision.

In the gloomy palace, the tall assassin took a step back. He was clutching his trembling right hand, where there was a bleeding wound, and the black veil on his face was cut by a sharp object and split in two.

It revealed the duke's well-maintained, somewhat yuppie old face.

Beside Lothar's bed, in the shadow division, footsteps designed like high-heeled shoes stepped on the ground, and amidst the rhythmic sound, a slender and tall figure slowly walked out.

She was wearing a thick dark green cloak with sharp blades, and a watchman's battle armor full of battle scars. On her shoulder stood a spirit owl shining with warm moonlight in the dark.

Inside the closed sharp gauntlet, there is a three-sided shadow moon blade buckled.

A drop of blood was slowly dripping from the edge of the Moonblade.

"The story of the demon hunter spread in Dalaran, and a group of ignorant mages began to criticize the Kaldorei's attitude towards 'heroes'. I don't care about these slanderous rumors. For the warden, it is ours to guard them duty.

But I'm also curious.

Standing on the moral high ground and mocking our human beings, how do we treat our own heroes? "

Ms. Nasa, the warden of the watchman, paused. She glanced at the painful Lothar, raised her head again, and looked at the two assassins in front of her. She said sarcastically:

"We just want to lock up the dangerous person, but you want to kill him. What I saw today is an eye-opener for an old elf who has lived for more than 10,000 years."

"This matter has nothing to do with you Kaldorei! I also heard that the mysterious Watcher is not a nosy organization."

The Duke moved his fingers, and said in a gentle tone of dissuasion:

"Ma'am, you might as well leave now, and get out of this dirty political deal that will stain your hands and your heart in service to Luna."

"I don't want to get involved either."

Nasa tilted her head, and the mysterious watchman lady sighed and said:

"But the prisoner I'm after is a real pain in the ass.

He wiped out his past completely. As an outsider, I am not very familiar with the human kingdom, so I can only collect information through the extremely inefficient method of 'asking'.

Now it’s hard to find a person who may know the true identity of Bu Laike Shaw, but you want to kill him. In fact, this has nothing to do with me, but your assassination must be done after I finish asking the question. "

"I can tell you his identity."

Lord Jorach Ravenholdt says:

"Although it's just a guess, I think it's probably close to ten."

"you?"

Nasa looked at the Duke up and down, she shook her head and said:

"I don't trust a person who claims to be an 'old friend' but wants to stab him in the back. I believe what the human hero Anduin Lothar said with his own hands. Testimony is always something that comes out of a hero's mouth. Be credible.

We Wardens are not like you chaotic human assassins, we have rules. "

"Kill this elf! Time is running out, Jorach."

The dwarf master assassin who was watching the wind at the door drew two weird saw chain daggers and screamed:

"Isenlien is coming back. You promised me that this job cannot be discovered by others! Otherwise, my good reputation will be ruined. I will stop her and you can assassinate Lothar!

quick! "

"You can't stop it, this is a warden, you stupid dwarf, you will be eaten by her as easily as a sandwich biscuit."

The thought came to the duke's mind.

But when he turned his eyes and raised his left foot, the dagger that was knocked flying before flew back to his hand. The leader of Ravenholdt assumed an attacking posture, and he said in a deep voice to the master dwarf assassin, Zack Brightfinger :

"Okay! You go first, be careful."

"Come on."

The master dwarf assassin was in a hurry to get away, and he responded with a shadow step, whistling and dodging behind Nasa, two weird rotating chain saw blades made a scalp-numbing buzzing sound, and slenderly moved towards the warden. His neck was chopped off.

Nasa didn't seem to react at all, and let the weapon hit her.

"hum"

It was like the sound of bubbles being punctured. Under the stunned gaze of the excited dwarf master, the warden in front of him shattered into shadowy bubbles just like his appearance in the sun.

At the same time, the icy gauntlet protruded from the small shadow of the dwarf master, and it clasped the dwarf assassin's big head like a ball.

Lift the short guy up.

The power of the black moon of the watchman lingered at Nasa's fingertips, cutting off the connection between Zac Shining Finger and the shadow power for a moment, and forcibly interrupting the shadow cloak that the dwarf master was about to release.

The dwarf still wanted to fight back, but the icy moonblade pressed against Senhan's neck, causing the coward to drop his weapon in an instant, and raised his hands obediently.

This is not the same level of competition at all!

A mere Warden recruit, Laike Shaw, can kill three master assassins in a row, and now this elite warden is out to kill a dwarf master with an out-of-character personality in seconds, it's just like playing.

What made the dwarf master even more desperate was that the moment he rushed out to stop Ms. Nasa, the old thief Jorach Ravenhold, who had agreed to go together, took a step back silently and disappeared into the in the shadows.

Damn it!

There was even time to wave goodbye to himself before he left

There is really a sense of "ceremony"!

I have been sold!

"You should choose your friends carefully, little dwarf."

Nasa's indifferent voice came from above, causing Zac Yaozhi to shake his body. The dwarf master showed a flattering smile on his face under the armor, and he tried to explain:

"I am a coerced, tall and powerful elf. I am not such a reckless person. People who know me praise my peacefulness. They all say that I am not peaceful like an assassin.

I'm just."

"Snapped"

Before the dwarf finished speaking, Nasa threw his hand on the ground. He tried to escape, but a vengeful spirit hidden in the shadows took over from Nasa's guard, and pushed the moonblade, which was completely made of shadows, against the ground. On the dwarf's forehead.

If he moved slightly, he would be hacked to death by the spirit of revenge.

The cold incarnation of this black moon power after death has no emotion at all. It is a pure killing machine, only obeying the watchers they depend on.

The dwarf assassin master knew it well, he could only maintain an awkward posture of raising his hand, and he didn't dare to move.

Nasa ignored him at all.

The Watchers are a group of target-focused hunters. She didn't come to save Lothar, she just came to find out the details and origins of Chabu Laike Shaw.

She stood beside Lothar, the grace of the Holy Light had faded, the poison of the old marshal spread to the whole body, and there was only one last breath left before death.

"A tricky poison that has never been seen before. Well, it is worth studying."

Nasa grabbed Lothar's neck and turned it over to check the condition of his neck.

The Wardens are Azeroth's premier poison masters, because most of the targets they can hunt are unkillable with the moonblade, so poison has become one of their deadly weapons.

The toxin research that has been passed down for thousands of years has allowed Nasa to see through the difficulty of the toxin in Lothar at a glance. Even for them, it is almost impossible to expel this toxin.

Since it's not pure venom, Kargath must have added some non-physical power to it.

But fortunately, Nasa doesn't need to cure Lothar, she just needs to wake up the old marshal.

The watchman stuffed a watchman's elf secret medicine that he carried with him into Lothar's mouth, and glanced at the palace gate in front of him. She heard footsteps.

There is not much time left for her.

"Wake up! Bald old man."

The warden patted Lothar's cheek with ungentle movements, relying on the effect of the watchman's secret medicine, suppressing the toxin flowing into the whole body, preventing it from further damaging the old marshal's body.

In the movement of Nasa slapping his cheek with the icy gauntlet, Lothar opened his eyes with difficulty. His thinking was still a little confused, which happened to be the perfect timing for interrogation.

"Who is Bu Laike Shaw's real identity?"

Nasa asked in a deep voice.

Lothar opened his pale mouth, and under the guidance of the watchman, he wanted to say the answer, but the next moment, his veins popped up, and the bewilderment in his eyes quickly faded away.

"The iron will of the legendary warrior is really difficult."

The warden moved his fingers, and the sound of footsteps outside the door was getting closer.

Nasa hesitated for a moment, then took out another secret medicine and stuffed it into Lothar's mouth. While quickly suppressing the toxin, she brought Lothar into the psychedelic that came with the treatment.

She put her hand on Lothar's forehead, and this time there was a stream of black light on her fingertips.

It's not that the watchers can't cast spells, they can also use divine spells, but they can't use them in most cases.

"Anduin Lothar, tell me, who is Bu Laike Shaw's true identity?"

she asked again.

Under the guidance of the moon god's dark magic, the old marshal's whole body began to tremble, it was his will fighting against this confusing spell.

But he is too weak.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Lothar said something with difficulty and in a weak tone, causing the five fingers of the watcher's other hand to clasp instantly.

"Damn it! Why does he still have such an identity?"

The warden said something in a low voice.

As the palace gate was pushed open, Nasa and her vengeful spirit jumped into the shadows at the same time. The dwarf master Zac Yaozhi who was "hijacked" also wanted to run, but he was a step too slow after all.

"Assassins! There are assassins!"

The high-ranking priest Isenlien pushed open the palace door, and saw the unconscious guards all over the floor, three high-ranking priests lying in a pool of blood, and a dwarf assassin trying to escape.

The stubborn priest immediately waved his hand angrily, and a circle of dazzling holy light hit him in all directions like a torrent.

It didn't cause any harm to the dwarf master, and healed his little injury by the way.

But it dispelled all the shadows that he relied on to escape.

"Aww"

Amidst the low roar of beasts, the archdruid Omulon the Skyscreamer invited by Varian disappeared into the shadows in the form of a black cheetah. The master slapped the whole body on the ground.

There was despair in Zach Bright Finger's eyes.

Especially when he saw a legendary elf Luna Priest holding a moonlight scepter, and an angry Varian striding towards him with his long sword drawn, that kind of desperate fear immediately overflowed him. mind.

He was really unlucky.

"Not me! No!"

The dwarf cried out in despair, trying to tell the truth.

But at this moment, he thought of his family and friends in Gnomeregan. If he said it, the cruel Duke would never let them go.

"Okay, it's me."

Zach closed his eyes in pain, raised his head, and was about to kill him.

"Don't kill him."

The moment Varian swung his sword angrily, a weak voice came from the side.

With the help of the surprised senior priest Isenlien, Lothar, who was on the verge of death just now, sat up from the table with a pale face while holding his wound.

With the help of the watchman's secret medicine, the old marshal is not out of danger, but he has regained consciousness.

He said to Varian:

"This pathetic dwarf is just a scapegoat, keep him, the real assassin is someone else! Also, find Brad Laike Shaw at once, and let him come to me.

There is something very important that I must tell him. "

"I can't stay here anymore."

Varian supported his adoptive father. He frowned and looked at the mess around him. He said:

"It's not safe here at all. I have to send you to the Pope's side. Hell, I don't know who I can trust now."

"Have the people from Dalaran come?"

The supported Lothar asked weakly.

Varian nodded and replied:

"Just now, Master Antonidas took two archmages across Lake Lordamere by boat. They have already entered the city and are gathering at the church in the royal city."

"Just go there."

The old marshal nodded, looked back at the dwarf master assassin who was lifted by the arch druid by the neck, and said:

"Take him too!"

——

"Snapped"

Ten minutes later, Lothar was properly resettled, and the dwarf master assassin Zac Brightfinger, who was stripped from top to bottom, was thrown into the arcane cage personally shaped by the archmage Mo Della.

It was like a bubble of violet magic, and the gnome was thrown into it like a fish into a fishbowl.

He wore magic shackles on his hands and feet, and his face was full of bad luck.

In front of the arcane cage, Varian Wrynn, who was leaning on a sword, was looking at him with a deadly gaze. Shaw, who had changed his clothes after the battle, stood quietly behind the king.

Varian asked indifferently:

"Who ordered you to assassinate Marshal Lothar? Is it the black dragon?"

"I refuse to answer all questions."

The dwarf pursed his lips and said in a high-pitched voice:

"You guys kill me."

Varian wanted to ask again, but was stopped by Shaw. The commander of SI:7 stepped forward, took out a list from his arms, and pasted it on the light wall of the arcane cage. There were densely written names on it.

Xiao Er said gently:

"I will ask you the same question again for my majesty, Master Zac, but before answering this time, think about your family and friends."

"I can't tell!"

Gritting his teeth, the dwarf replied:

"I said they would die."

"If you don't tell me, they will die too!"

Xiao Er's tone became indifferent, he played with the cyan seal ring in his hand, and said:

"I just killed Carl Aurelius, Farad is dead, Ravenholdt's wreck is over, if Master Zac thinks our SI:7 is doing the right thing, I'll be happy to show you Our dark side.

Let me ask you one last time, who ordered you? "

"You have to get my family out!"

The dwarf yelped.

Shaw shrugged and didn't make a promise, but the desperate dwarf had nowhere to go, so he could only squat there, whispering one name after another.

The more Varian listened, the more uncomfortable he became, and the more he listened, the angrier he became.

Until at last, when the dwarf said the name Terenas Menethil, Varian threw a punch, hitting the wall next to him.

The young king gritted his teeth and said to the expressionless Shaw beside him:

"Get rid of him! Send him away, no matter where you send him, make sure that he will never return to the Eastern Continent! What he said cannot be known, especially little Alsace.

The child's dedication to justice supports his beliefs.

Don't tell him, he can't accept this. "

(end of this chapter)