There is still some time before the war starts, but the war has already begun.

However, like wars of other civilizations, in the very beginning, they are always fought in another form of warfare.

The node prince Haramad has been very busy recently, and the Astral Consortium has been allowed to join the transaction of Shakan, although it is necessary to follow the trading guidelines of Azeroth-Shakan, but for the consortium itself, the business of any civilized planet will be reflected in its due value, yes, any item made by intelligent life will not be worth zero, which is what a real business tycoon said in a distant star field.

Haramed felt very reasonable.

But if you get some, you have to pay some, and Haramed is also very clear about this, but this time he needs to pay for some contraband, which is powerful and extremely deadly, fortunately, he doesn't need to operate these things himself.

And they have already been sent out, supposedly to the world called Argus, the Ethereal knows that Azeroth is about to embark on an expedition, but as a merchant who has already bet on the treasure, he naturally wants Azeroth to win, and of course, if they lose, he doesn't have much to lose.

"I hope those guys can put them to good use... Hey, war, I hate war. ”

The node prince sighed with emotion, and set off for the next star field, he was very busy, and the fun of making money was the only thing he could enjoy after turning into an energy creature, not much fun.

Argus World, Antolan Wasteland, Duke Choraci walked slowly in the shadows, surrounded by almost all the elite legions of the Burning Legion, as long as he made a mistake, he would be pulled out of the shadows, in front of this number of demons, he had no chance to escape.

As the boss of the dark world, Duke Choraci did not have to participate in this outlaw infiltration operation, his life was very valuable, and in the world of Azeroth, he had become a kind of symbol, he had the status and power that countless assassins coveted, but he still came, and went mad to this world that was far away from the ghost of Azeroth, and carried out a long reconnaissance that could kill him at any time.

As for the reason why he came here, in addition to the personal invitation of the big man of Ulduar, it was more about the fear of some more terrifying creature, yes, Jorazi had participated in the Demon War, and he knew very well that once the Burning Legion poured into the nest to attack, Azeroth would definitely not be able to resist it now.

As the top assassin, Jorazi no longer has the concept of justice in his heart, but he knows one thing, the world is destroyed, and he can't survive, and he knows very well that a real assassin can't have fear in his heart, that will completely destroy him, so he came, he wants to overcome himself here, and when necessary, pull that world.

After all, it was his hometown.

But it wasn't until the infiltration actually began that Joraci didn't know how dangerous it was, they had been here for 2 months, and the 232 people who had come together had already killed and injured a third, and the demons were not easy to deal with, even the most powerful assassins in Azeroth would die in this sinful land if they were not careful.

This reminded him of when he first entered this industry, when he was very weak and needed to be vigilant for 24 hours a day to barely survive, like dancing on a knife, and he was a little uncomfortable at first, but after really getting used to the feeling that life and death were just a moment, the silent assassin's blood in Jorazzi's body was awakened.

He even felt like he was getting young again, the sting of blood that tingled with the slightly corrosive blood splattering his body as the dagger and dagger in his hand slashed through the veins of the powerful demons as he slid through the veins of the powerful demons in his carefully placed traps.

Yes... He liked the feeling, this was the life of an Assassin, not a man who stayed in Ravenhold Manor and enjoyed the worship of the weak, the Assassin should live in the shadows, harvest life, and wield death in pursuit of inner peace!

"It's not that bad. ”

Joraci muttered, leaning against the wall and walking into the very central room of the large demon camp in front of him, where a powerful Doomsday Lord was patrolling its camp, and the Assassin Duke smiled, took out a crystal-like bomb from the storage ring, made a few clumsy strokes on the surface of the crystal, and pasted it in the corner of the room.

Set the time, and when the stupid big guy who has already figured out his whereabouts returns, this gadget from the Astral Consortium will send it into the sky along with a quarter of the camp.

It wasn't the first time he'd done something like this, but every time he saw the giant firestorm rising in the camp and felt the end of those ugly lives, he felt a satisfaction from the bottom of his heart, this is what an assassin should do!

Five minutes later, Joraci was standing on a hidden hillside outside the camp, silently counting the passage of time in his mind, a telescope in his hand, carefully observing the camp in the distance, muttering to himself.

"A sword in the dark, destruction in a dream... Hats off to the great Jorazi, fools!"

"Boom!"

As soon as the Assassin Duke's words fell, a crimson flame storm erupted from the very center of the camp, and the pillars of fire and flames that rose into the sky almost tore through half of the sky, and the ground shook like a real earthquake, even the hiding place of Choraci was torn apart, and the earth of Argus was no harder than Dereno, and the instructions for the crystal made it clear.

It is a blasting device for starships, and cannot be used inside eco-planets unless there are special circumstances, as it has a high chance of causing a rupture and tremor that reaches the ground underground.

But... Who cares?

"This is Agus... Who cares about the territory of the enemy. ”

Satisfied, Joratzi put away his binoculars, and when the constant vibrations eased a little, he re-entered the shadows, intending to leave quietly, but at this moment!

"Bang"

A cloud of sparks erupted in the Assassin Duke's abdomen, and his entire body, which had escaped into the shadows, was smashed directly out of the shadows, as if it were blasted away by an invisible fist, if it weren't for the shield of Ulduar's armor mixed with the starship's armored leather armor, this blow would have been enough to completely tear his body apart!

But it's not much better yet...

Joraci rolled on the ground several times before he stood up clutching his abdomen, which had almost opened an open wound, the power of the shadows hidden from his body, and in his left hand he held a golden dagger that was hideous and heavy, not quite like something that the Assassins would use.

This one-handed sword with dragon-shaped decoration is called "The Legacy of Ravenkes", which is said to be the blade of Ravenkes, the first elven lord to stand up against demons during the War of the Ancients.

Even the skin of the most powerful demon could not stop the slash of this sharp blade.

But now, the Assassin Duke had clearly met his opponent, his figure was quickly enveloped in active shadow energy, and it looked like a fluttering shadow, and 200 meters in front of him, a brown, 4-meter-tall guy slowly walked out of the empty air as if by magic.

Not stealth!

Joraci reacted immediately, there was no fluctuation of shadow energy, and the guy in front of him must have used some special method to achieve his aura blocking.

The guy looked like a human, but his brown skin and hoove-like feet revealed his identity, which was also a demon, but not the kind of demon that Joraci had ever seen, he was wearing gray metal armor, with a brown belt around his waist, filled with flashing large bullets, each as thick as a baby's arm, and three oval gadgets wrapped in rope over the belt, like stones, but Joraci felt a strong threat from it.

He was dressed in a crimson robe and a one-piece hood, with only a pair of glittering eyes visible from the bottom of the hood, apparently wearing some kind of special equipment, similar to glasses, and most notably the brown leather belt that slanted around his chest, on which were held three Void Bombs full of dark green spikes.

In his strong and powerful left hand, he carried a strange-looking firearm, a huge, full of technology, gray firearms, which had attacked Chorazzi just now, and behind him, there were three gray throwing guns strapped to him, and at the tip of the gun, small sparks and vibrating thunderbolts were constantly beating.

He walked to the position 100 meters in front of Jorazzi, raised his free arm, and some data seemed to beat on it, he glanced at it, then looked at Choraczi, and then said in a low demonic voice,

"The 27th mouse... You're tough, weird shadow stealth, great killing, but that's more interesting, isn't it? more interesting than the soft eggs I've hunted before. ”

Joraci could only understand simple demon language, but that didn't prevent him from understanding the meaning of the guy in front of him who had a dangerous aura all over his body,

"Who are you! You killed all the men we lost before?"

A shrewd hunter shouldn't reveal much information about his prey, but the guy in front of him seemed to be sure that Jorazzi couldn't escape his palm, and he smiled, and there was a cruel pride on his ugly face.

"Of course it's me! Who else but me can pull you out of the shadows? You're good hunters, but I'm stronger!"

"My name is Imenar, a bounty hunter who hired me to get rid of the difficult ones on the expedition, and they gave me another name... Soul hunter, you'll be a good prey, I smell blood and death from you, are you the strongest among you?"

Jorazi's body drifted outward at this moment, and almost at the same moment, a sharp spear stabbed out of the air where he was standing, and the body of Imenar, who was still speaking, disappeared in place in the form of distorted data at this moment.

This cruel and shrewd fellow, who had only talked to Joratzi before, was just a projection, and the real him had been hidden in the air.

"Huh"

"Bang"

Joraci swung his one-handed sword and collided with the spear for a moment, then staggered by the strong vibration attached to the spear, and then another spear stabbed into his body, and the wounded Assassin Duke could not dodge the blow, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

His figure completely merged with the shadow at this moment, and then quickly rushed out of fourteen figures, attacking the soul hunter who jumped out of the air in different postures and directions, fourteen attacks, completed at the same time, theoretically, this move can kill 14 opponents at the same time, the assassin's supreme stunt - killing feast.

But...

"Dangdangdang"

The clashing of weapons like rain on plantains sounded on the hidden hillside, representing the failure of this deadly attack, and Imenar brandished two magnitude spears in both hands, like waving two pulsing storms, scattering most of the shadows of the attack, but still three attacks fell on him.

The Soul Hunter looked down at the deep, bone-visible wounds on his arms, dark green, apparently coated with deadly toxins, and he smirked as he took a step back, withdrew his spear, pulled a crystal from his belt, snapped it, and stabbed the stubble into his chest.

This strange treatment allowed the toxin to be quickly removed, and the Soul Hunter turned the Shock Spear behind him, holding the heavy high-tech gun in both hands, and looked at Jorazi, who had already escaped from the shadows, his deep forked, snake-like tongue, and licked his lips.

In the special vision, the blood shed by Chorazi in the shadows is so conspicuous.

"Hehe, run, run... The tougher the guy, the more excited I am when it comes to hunting... I'll get you out one by one..."

The soul hunter's grim laughter accompanied his body back into that peculiar state of concealment, and around his wrist was a string of bone rosaries, a cruel ornament strung together from esoterically treated heads, no more, no less, exactly 27.

Jorazi... He'll be the 28th!