"Very good, it seems you understand."

In the candle-lit room, Blake chuckled and said to Oridon in front of him in a playful tone:

"Give me his information, and prepare a reward that cannot be worse than this set of armor."

"I'll get ready right away!"

At this moment, O'riden felt as if he had drank ten cans of Red Bull. His face was flushed and he looked happy. He said goodbye to Black and left in a hurry.

"Good things come in pairs."

Blake closed the door and quickly put on a set of Mason Brotherhood armor.

Finally, it was no longer the mix-and-match style. A set of black armor with a similar style was soft and tight against his body, making him feel comfortable and easy to move.

He picked up his blade fist and scratched Rian Xiu's breastplate hard, leaving only a white mark. This kind of protective power made Black extremely satisfied.

I don't know what material this leather armor is made of, but after the master tanned it, it was so tough that even a sharp ordinary knife could not pierce it.

Even an orc's battle axe.

As long as it is not hit from the front, Blake's body will not be hurt.

Moreover, after wearing a suit, the health bar in the character card has expanded by about one-fifth visible to the naked eye, and the endurance enhancement effect is significant.

Coupled with other messy entries, Blake's most intuitive feeling is that his reaction, speed, agility, and strength have been greatly improved.

This is much better than the random combination of parts before.

“Awesome.”

He praised it, and happily threw a fruit to the little fishman who was playing diving in the bucket. The latter jumped out of the water and caught it in his hand like a dolphin.

It was croaking and croaking with great joy.

"Ha ha"

The pirate assassin laughed and lay on the bed, ready to think about his next move.

But as soon as I lay down, I realized something was wrong.

There's something under the pillow!

He jumped up vigilantly, whipped out a dagger and knocked the pillow away, revealing a black rolled scroll at the head of the bed.

There is a symbol of a dagger emerging from the darkness.

The moment he saw the sign, Blake narrowed his eyes.

"Ravenholdt, the League of Assassins... I know that we can't hide from your eyes when we operate in Northern Xinjiang. So, is this an invitation?

This way of sending invitations is really like a shadow walker."

Black was not surprised by the invitation.

Because in this world, in the human kingdom, as long as anyone has a little knowledge of the assassin business, it is impossible not to have heard of the name "Ravenholde Manor".

Of course, this name is just a disguise.

The true meaning of their organization should be something like the "Assassin's League", which has an ancient heritage. It is said that the Assassin's League already took shape before Emperor Thoradin unified the human clans 2,800 years ago.

Their first great success was when Emperor Thoradin and the high elves united to deal with the forest trolls.

The senior assassins from 2,800 years ago, in the jungle north of the Arathi Highlands, armed with daggers and short swords, fought in the darkness with the troll headhunters and assassins who had an even more ancient heritage.

At first, they were no match for the Troll Headhunters and were beaten to the point of collapse. Later, it was said that they were trained by the esoteric assassins of the High Elf Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, which allowed them to regain their strength.

As humans and elves united to defeat the Amani Empire of the forest trolls and almost extinguish the fire of their civilization, the Assassin's Alliance also completed its initial transformation.

Instead of accepting glory in the sun, they retreated into the shadows.

And since then, it has been operating in the shadows.

In this era, it is no exaggeration to say that in the entire Eastern Kingdom, from Lordaeron in the north to the Kingdom of Stormwind in the south, which has been destroyed by the orcs, there are assassins from the League of Assassins operating in every human town.

Out of every ten criminal activities in the entire human civilization, at least six are related to the League of Assassins.

It's a real behemoth.

They are hidden in human civilization, growing and coexisting with it. Until now, they are inseparable and it is difficult to distinguish each other.

The history of the League of Assassins is the history of human civilization.

On the battlefield in Northern Xinjiang, the reason why Marshal Lothar was always one step ahead of the orcs and made various wonderful strategic arrangements was not only due to the marshal's own extremely high strategic vision, but also to the excellent intelligence of the Assassin Alliance.

Work.

Although Ravenholdt Manor has always claimed that they are only loyal to commissions.

This article was even written into the six-article code of the Assassin's League, but it is obvious that in the face of a decisive battle between human civilization and the orcs, the Assassin's League still maintained its original loyalty.

They are firmly on the side of mankind.

From the silverpine forests of Gilneas to the troll lands of the Hinterlands.

From Tarren Mill, where war is about to begin, to the ruins of Stormwind City, which has become an occupied zone.

In every part of this continent, there are assassins from the League of Assassins working for the Human Alliance, and the resources they can use are almost unlimited.

And the victories they can achieve are almost unlimited.

With this background and this situation, after Black has obtained the title of "Orc Killer" and proven his potential as an assassin, if Ravenholdt still fails to notice him.

If you don't plan to recruit him into the organization, that would be extraordinary.

In fact, Black suspected that Ravenholdt's invitation was delayed until now, probably because the bronze dragon was obstructing it.

Miss Long definitely doesn't want Black, a remnant of time, to be associated with the hated Ravenholdt Manor.

With the protection of those shadow assassins, it would be much more difficult for even a young bronze dragon to cause trouble for Black.

"But joining you is not always a good thing."

Blake curled his lips, used the black Mason Brotherhood gauntlet, picked up the invitation, put it under his nose and smelled it. There was no peculiar smell, and there was no poison warning in the status bar.

It seems to be an ordinary invitation letter.

But just because the invitation letter is ordinary, it doesn’t mean that the meaning behind it is ordinary.

Those assassins could quietly place the invitation under Blake's pillow, which meant that they could also steal Blake's head quietly.

There must be some of their people in Durnholde Castle.

"whispering sound"

The pirate didn't open the invitation at all, and threw the thing into the fireplace. He straightened his clothes, turned to the little fishman playing in the bucket and said:

"Looking at home, I'll go out for a walk."

"Quack"

Amid Benbolba's screams, Blake opened the window, jumped into the shadows, threw out the rope and slid down the nearly 100-meter gap between the castle and the lower city.

He didn't need any experience in identifying assassins to find assassins' spies hidden in the huge castle.

That's not necessary!

Ten seconds later, Blake landed on a residential house in the night, followed the window, and threw three "detections" at a family who was preparing dinner.

"No, next door."

The pirate in the shadow, like a black cat, jumped lightly along the eaves, came to the window of the next house, and threw three more detectives out.

"Still not, next door."

Ten minutes later, Blake jumped out from the shadows behind the tavern, controlling the power with Werther's leg in his hand, and hit a drunkard on the head with a stick.

The guy was hit with a sap and his eyes turned white, and he was dragged into the grass by Blake.

This cycle repeats.

When midnight came, sixteen guys who were stripped naked like pigs, tied up with ropes, and stuffed with linen in their mouths were neatly packed into a place abandoned due to the war about a mile outside the castle.

in the village warehouse.

"I know what you're going to say."

Blake, who had changed into new equipment, changed himself into a black face covering in order to ensure the uniformity of his clothing. The Mason Brotherhood armor did not have a hood, so he added a long black hood to himself.

Drape it behind you like a cloak.

He crossed his arms, looked at the group of frightened guys in front of him, and said hoarsely:

"I also know that there are seventeen of you, and I let one go on purpose. I wanted to see how efficient the legendary Assassin's League can be...

Besides, I found a lot of bottles and jars on you."

The pirate pointed maliciously at the dozen bottles of liquids of different colors placed on the broken table at his hand. He said to the tied up Assassin League spies in front of him:

"I don't know their effect, but I am very curious about the secret toxicology of the Assassin's League, so I plan to try the effect on you.

guys.

I hope your backend response is quick enough."
To be continued...