The two elves were bickering in obscure Salas language.

Blake understood and listened with great interest, and a lot of information was revealed in their conversation.

The two people didn't seem to have a good relationship, but in fact they should be very familiar with each other. Blake was looking at the elf on the treetop. He squinted his eyes, obviously recognizing the guy.

Villeless.Deep Shadow.

The Assassin Master of Quel'Thalas, Kael'thas. A die-hard loyalist to Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider, and one of the Prince's most trusted subordinates. He is powerful, but his character does have some flaws as Halduron said.

To put it simply.

Foolish loyalty.

"Okay, everyone, you're all here. What's the point of watching two young people fighting?"

The Elf Assassin Veles stood on the tree and shouted into the quiet darkness around him:

"Prince Kael'thas attaches great importance to this action. I don't want to bring back a humiliating failure for my prince. Let's talk about the plan while there is still time."

"There's no need to say anything more, it's already been decided."

A slightly older voice echoed in the darkness.

It was a woman's voice, speaking with an accent from southern China.

As Blake looked back, a female assassin who looked very young, wearing black leather armor and a mask covering her face, was sitting on a stone less than ten meters away from him.

And judging from her appearance, she must have been sitting there for a long time.

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

This fully proves that the strength of this silver-haired old woman is far superior to Halduron.

This is...

Pasonia Shore.

The thumb (commander) of MI7 of the Kingdom of Stormwind. This may not reflect the identity of this old woman, so let’s add another adjective.

A legendary assassin on the human side!

Next to her was a young man with brown hair who was about the same age as Blake. He was also dressed in black, wearing a short sword and dagger at his waist, and had a vague temperament.

Black knew who this was without any detective work.

Mathias Shore.

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

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

"There is really no need to say it again. The target has already set off, without any notice, and is still rushing towards Steinblad."

Another deep voice sounded.

What appeared along with the voice was a black-haired human, in his prime, wearing gray-black leather armor, a cloak and Ravenholdt's veil.

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

Blake knew him too.

The Master Assassin of Ravenholdt Manor, Farad, is not as well-known as the previous ones.

But what he will do in the future is anything but 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 twenty years later.

"Is everyone here?"

Farad, who finally appeared, saluted the old lady Pasonia, who was sitting on a stone and manicuring her nails with a dagger in a bored manner. The latter glanced at the people present with a calm expression.

she says:

"Who else isn't here?"

“We sent an invitation to the legendary half-orc assassin Garona Harforgan, who had escaped from the Hinterlands battlefield, but the latter did not respond, nor did he kill our messenger.

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

Farad replied in a low voice.

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

"I know that the Duke has been trying to recruit that half-orc bastard, but if you dare to mention the name of the Kingslayer in front of me again, the Duke will not be able to protect your tongue!

Fortunately, that bastard didn't come, otherwise what we would be hunting today wouldn't just be a legend.

Tell me something else."

Master Assassin shrugged, not intending to offend Master Pasonia, so he changed the topic sensibly.

explain:

"The secret force of Gnomeregan has also sent an agent to support our operation. Her name is Kelsey Steelshine, an expert in explosives and traps. She has completed the deployment of explosives at the action point and is ready to detonate at any time."

"Um."

Pasonia nodded and asked again:

"Where's everyone else? I mean, everyone else except us shady rats."

"General Gavin Rudd's decoy troops are in place."

Farad, like a ruthless reporting machine, said concisely:

"Prince Muradin Bronzebeard, who is responsible for the frontal attack, is already in place. Archmage Modera of Dalaran will provide us with 'logistical support'."

"Ah That's good."

The legendary assassin, who looked like an old grandmother, jumped off the stone. She moved her wrist and then looked at the lineup of assassins gathered in front of her. It could be called a star-studded lineup.

She said in a languid tone:

"If possible, I would rather let us pure assassins do this, but war is war, and frontal attacks are not what assassins are good at.

That's why today's action was taken.

Okay, everyone.

You may have heard of me, or you may not have heard of me. I don’t care at all and I have no interest in introducing myself. I just want to tell you one thing. In the next three hours, you must listen to my command!”

The old lady paused and her eyes rested on the most unruly elf assassin. The latter looked at her for a few seconds and then looked away. This performance made Pasonia quite satisfied.

She coughed and continued:

"As for the goal of this operation, some smart people have probably guessed that we are going to assassinate the leader of the Burning Blade Clan, Dahl.

If possible, destroy all the Fire Blade Sword Saints under his command.

They've caused us too much trouble.

The early information misdirection was completed very smoothly. The old orc believed that an important person would appear in Stannblad, and he had already rushed there with most of the elite members of the Burning Blade Clan.

You have all heard that this battle will be supported by a legendary warrior and an archmage.

They'll pester Old Dahl first.

And our mission is to kill all the followers around Old Dar before he breaks through the siege and gets support, and then, as quickly as possible, kill the legendary sword master!

Who has any questions?

You can mention it now. In ten minutes, the action will begin!

If anyone dares to talk nonsense at that time, I will cut off his tongue with my own hands!"

"I have."

Blake in the crowd stretched out his hand.

Under the gaze of others, Blake did not choose to hide his doubts. He pointed at himself, Maris, and Xiao behind Pasonia.

He said:

"I can understand the significance of this battle, and I can also understand its danger. In order to kill the orcs, I will give everything, and my only question is...

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

"Well, that's a good question."

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

But what she said next was not so heart-warming.

"You control your own strength very accurately, which is good. This is how young people should understand the limits of their own strength and not do dangerous things.

But kid, let me ask you.

Have you ever hunted?"

Upon hearing this question, Blake's expression changed.

Pasonia smiled like a real old woman and said:

"You have to hunt with bait, kid.
To be continued...