"Did you do something wrong and offend your grandmother? Your family relationship is really tense if she can send you here as bait."

In the dark night outside the Alterac Mountains, Black fisted the blade from the neck of a wolf cavalry that had penetrated along the battle line, and shook off the blood on the blade.

He turned around and asked Xiao, who was silently pulling out a dagger from another corpse.

The latter obviously does not have the domineering power to dominate Azeroth more than ten years later, nor has he become a talkative legend who likes men. Well, in Black's memory, Master Shore's XP is somewhat different from that of a normal man.

He is very jerky now.

Although the assassination movement jumped out from the shadows, it already had a ruthless and precise momentum that it had after many years.

Faced with Blake's inquiry.

Shore didn't answer.

He seemed to feel that the question was not worth answering.

Blake shrugged and glanced forward. With the joint efforts of him and Shore, only the last two of the wolf cavalry were left, and they had already escaped more than ten meters away on the wolf.

They were going to report a message.

Warn the advancing Burning Blade clan from behind that there is an ambush here.

"Whizzing"

Two black-feathered arrows shot out from behind the assassin. Under Blake's admiring gaze, they knocked the two fugitives off the wolf like a heavy punch.

There were also fierce barks from the front, and the hound Desolate rushed out from its hiding place, biting off the neck of the fallen orc, and then pounced on the two war wolves with a bloody light.

The other orc died the moment he fell to the ground.

The exquisite arrows from Quel'Thalas shattered his heart from behind.

"It's 5:3:2 now."

The pirate assassin whistled and said to Xiao next to him:

"Work harder, assassin. There are two of us and four knives, but we were defeated by a ranger who was hiding behind and shooting arrows."

"Wow"

Xiao threw out a tinder, lit the corpse behind him, and quickly arranged the attack to disguise the attack as an encounter.

He raised his head in the darkness, glanced behind him, and gestured silently.

This means that there should be two orc vanguards infiltrating around, and they must kill these orcs before the Burning Blade Clan arrives.

Although it is a job of making bait.

But they can't wait stupidly for the Burning Blade Sword Saints to jump into the encirclement. They have to be more proactive and attract the attention of the Burning Blade Beastmen.

To put it simply, it must be able to attract hatred.

The three rookies in the eyes of the masters moved quickly in the dark night. Above their heads, there were falcons from Halduron Brightwing guiding their targets, as if the fog of war had opened.

They soon encountered a second group of orc wolf cavalry camped here. They also used Maris's assassination arrow as an ambush. Two assassins jumped out of the shadows, blood flying everywhere.

Thirty minutes later, the third and final wolf cavalry was eliminated with precision.

Blake sat by the burning fire at the back, holding a handful of dried meat in his hand and putting it into his mouth. While he was eating, regaining his energy, he was looking at the darkness around him.

There is no other sound except the peeling sound of burning flames.

Behind him, Nathanos was poisoning the arrows in his quiver. This behavior didn't seem very fair, but considering the nature of this ambush, using poison was also an excellent strategy.

The pirate turned his head and saw that Shaw was also quenching poison on the dagger and dagger. He shook his head, took out a small bottle from his bag, and threw it away.

"Use this! The hunting poison of the Blood Ring Clan is highly toxic and takes effect very quickly. It is better than the poison of the Assassin's League. I tried it a few days ago."

Shore glanced at the bottle at his feet, glanced at Black, and decisively picked up the poison and applied it to the weapon.

This is a very pragmatic guy.

"They'll be here soon."

Maris's voice sounded from behind. The human ranger fed a handful of dried meat to his pet dog. He said:

"According to the traces we left behind, the Alliance assassins have disguised themselves as a group of assassins operating in groups, and the number of Fire Blade Sword Saints chasing us should be no less than five.

This is the limit that the three of us can lure at one time, leading them into the explosive minefield, and then come back again..."

"No."

Blake interrupted Maris's voice. He stroked the pebble-like charm hanging around his neck and said:

"The task Grandma Xiaoer gave us is to lure as many Burning Blade Sword Masters away from our headquarters as possible. The more Sword Masters we lure away, the greater their success rate will be in assassinating Old Dahl at the front.

Five is not enough!”

"What do you think?"

Xiao finally spoke for the first time. His voice was too hoarse to sound like a young man in his twenties. He took out a face covering from his arms, put it on his face, and said:

"Do you have a better way to attract attention?"

"have."

Blake didn't hide it either. He stood up and said to the two companions beside him:

"According to Maris, we left traces and the first wave of pursuers will come after us, and your grandmother's estimate of our strength is very accurate.

Once those sword masters force us out of the shadows, the three of us will be doomed.

But what if I tell you that I have a way to immobilize the pursuers?"

"Shua"

Maris's eyes sharpened suddenly, and he asked briefly:

"One person? Or a group of people?"

"group!"

Blake stroked the Tide Charm and said:

"I got this thing by accident. I don't know how to describe it to you, but since I got it, it has never let me down.

However, the Sword Master is not an ordinary orc after all. I am not sure whether I can knock them out for three seconds.

But no matter whether there are five or ten coming, as long as I am not hacked to death by them in an instant, I will be sure to stun them all, at least for one second!

Just imagine, if the Burning Blade Clan loses several sword masters, then the second batch of people they send will only be more, and our mission will be overfulfilled.

Shock those old ladies and old men!"

The pirate moved his shoulders, feeling his heart beating feverishly, and said:

"And my only question is...

My two friends, within one second, can you kill those immobile sword masters? If you miss, we will all be doomed."

Faced with this problem, Shore and Marris looked at each other. He stood up, threw a bag of things to Blake, and said:

"This is what my grandmother gave me before I set out. It's a special flash powder mixed with some magic materials. It can mobilize shadows to cover the whole body. If you miss, use this."

"good."

Blake threw the glitter powder into his magic bag. He glanced at the sky and saw a black falcon passing quietly above their heads.

"bass"

Raising his blade fist, the pirate said to his companions:

"They're coming!"

---

"It's the work of a human assassin."

At the other end of the valley, a bare-chested old orc carrying a burning blade battle flag and a two-handed sword squatted beside a pile of burnt corpses.

He looked at the traces left on the ground professionally and said to the people behind him:

"The footprints are messy and represent a large number of people, but they may also be used to spread suspicion. These cunning assassins always like to play this kind of trick to confuse our sight.

But what is certain is that the assassins who attacked were all elite. Look at these wounds. They were killed in one blow and there were few fights."

He took out a broken arrow among the still-heated ashes, put it under his nostrils and smelled it.

"Quenching the poison is really prudent. But as far as I know, the human army is not good at rangers. They prefer to use the rough muskets of the dwarves.

So, are the group of elven rangers who are rumored to have appeared in Arathi Highlands also joining this battle?"

"This is a trap, the probability is extremely high."

Behind the old orc, another Fire Blade Sword Master dressed very similarly to him said:

"Chief, we shouldn't come here. The Thunder King clan swore to us that we will definitely gain something in Steinblade, but everything happened by coincidence.

Regardless of the news of the appearance of the human marshal.

That letter still reveals too many weird things. To be honest, I don’t trust this news that was confirmed by the assassins who once served the Shadow Council.”

"Yes, this may be a conspiracy, but we have to come."
To be continued...