"Say, poor boy, who sent you?"

Inside the wooden hut of the Dock Hotel, several half-dead black-clad assassins were dragged to their rooms. Valera is interrogating the captured human Assassins with a group of men. She stomped on the back of one of the thieves and asked in a high-pitched voice, as one of her hands popped out her Hidden Blade, making an unsettling sound as she sharpened it. The sound combined with her interrogation sent chills down the spine of several human assassins.

However, they kept it as secret as possible.

"Holy Light, Holy Light has sent us to rid you filthy worms!"

One of the Assassins yelled.

"Holy Light? Oh? That's the thing? Can you eat it? In my dictionary, there is no such thing as the Light. You tell me about arcane or something, and I may understand...... A little. ”

As soon as the Assassin finished speaking, Valera walked over and pinned him to the ground with a single kick, causing the Assassin's face to cling to the wooden floor like a flatbread. She crouched down and spoke into the Assassin's ear.

"Of course, if you have to say anything about the Holy Light, then, the paladin sitting next to you, I'm afraid there is no one more qualified to talk about the faith of the Holy Light than him."

She continued, glancing at Ares in her chair, her eyes full of appreciation.

"Damn it, you are a bunch of robbers, don't try to defile this land, this kingdom belongs to His Majesty Varian! Don't you want to get the slightest bit of news from us! ”

The thief angrily said that even after being captured, the Shadow Assassin still maintained his good intentions for his master.

It's just that when it comes to the King of Stormwind, Varian can't sit still. He stood up and crouched down in front of the Assassin.

"Your Majesty Varian? Do you think I look like His Majesty Varian? ”

He said coldly.

The Assassin looked up and carefully surveyed the man with a deep scar on his face. Before, at night, it was pouring rain, and he couldn't see Varian's face clearly. Entering the hotel is also entered with a face covered. Now, finally, there is a chance to see the true face of this man.

"You...... No, you're not! King Varian sits well on the throne of Stormwind, you're not Varian! You're a bedbug, a dirty, lazy crawler! ”

The Assassin was at first surprised to see Varian from afar at one of the rituals. But that was a long time ago, and the King of Stormwind had already secured his throne. Many people did not doubt at all who the man who sat on the throne was. With the addition of Lagash, this Varian has already gone through the trials and tribulations of the sea, and the scar on his face is something no one has ever seen. The success of the brainwashing of the main messenger behind it made these human assassins not suspect their masters at all.

"No, I am, I'm Varian. And I will go back and remove that puppet, the bastard who has usurped my throne, and I will kill him with my own hands and restore Stormwind to its former glory. ”

Varian stood up and continued to speak coldly and proudly.

"Listen, boy, he is your king Varian, and your master has deceived you. You'd better name the messenger behind it now, or I'll lose patience. ”

Valera continued. Her dagger was polished, and she looked desperate for blood.

However, the Assassins did not answer him. One by one, they lay on the ground, gasping. If given the chance, they will quickly flee this hostel.

But the people in the room obviously wouldn't give them such a chance.

"Well, it seems to be a hard mouth. I had to do something about it. ”

Valera said, crouching down, stretching out her white, delicate hands and grabbing the assassin's ears gently. Just as the human assassin was unaware of the cause, the hidden blade hidden in the wrist suddenly shot out, piercing the assassin's ear with a large hole! Blood flowed all over Valeera's hands. Screams echoed throughout the hotel.

But the crowd wasn't worried, as the entire inn had been taken over by Varian and Ares tonight.

Below is Jean's guard, and no guest will enter the inn again.

"Talk to you well, if you don't understand, you have to be tortured."

Valera said impatiently.

"Hurry up, I don't want any more blood."

Valera stood up and puffed up her chest.

But the scene was still silent, and there was no sound except for the screams of the assassin.

"Alright, well, it looks like I'm going to cut off your ears so you can speak."

After half an hour of interrogation to no avail, Valeera became impatient and threatened.

Soon, she crouched down again, grabbed the Assassin's other ear, and the dagger began to cut mercilessly.

"Nope! No! No! I say...... I said......"

Halfway through the torture, the Assassin couldn't stand it anymore, and he screamed in a heart-splitting cry. Blood dripped to the ground, staining a large patch of red like wine from a wine bottle on the ground.

"We are MI7 people. We were instructed by Ms. Presto...... It's her, she's the one who sent us. ”

The thief cried. Half of his ears had been cut off, and red blood was pouring from the wounds. Stained most of his flanks blood-red.

"Sure enough, it's him."

Varian was furious.

"Looks like she already knows you're back, ghost wolf."

Ares stood up and said.

"Yes, and she fears me. will send someone to assassinate me. ”

"But who revealed the news of our landing?"

Ares asked, frowning.

"Say!"

As soon as Ares finished speaking, Valeera grabbed the Assassin on the ground and continued to threaten him with a dagger.

"I don't know about that...... Believe me, I don't really know ......"

The Assassin continued to cry. Their voices trembled.

"Forget it, he probably really didn't know that the person who passed the news to Pristo was probably a spy and intelligence collector from MI7. They are everywhere, from street vagrants to aristocratic servants. MI7 is responsible for gathering intelligence, and the people who deliver it and carry out tasks are often separated. They had no contact with each other, and the issuance of orders was given directly from above. ”

Seeing Valilla cut off the man's ear, Ares stopped.

After Ares finished speaking, Varian looked surprised. He was surprised not that Ares' analysis was correct. It's how did the paladin of Lordaeron in front of him know about the inner workings of Stormwind? MI7, in particular, was known only to the king and his closest ministers.

"So what are we going to do next?"

Broll. Bearskin asked. The Night Elf druid rarely spoke, he always sat in his seat, observing the people and things around him, and generally did not speak unless he had to.

"We're going it alone, just me and you, and we can't let the rest of the ship follow us, because we don't know if there's Presto's eyeliner in it."

Varian said after a moment of silence.

"It sounds like this. So let's just go all the way south, and then use the few of us to fight into Stormwind? ”

The Night Elf continued to ask.

“…… No, of course not. We need a helper, Magni of Fort Ironforge. Copperbeard and I have been friends for many years, and I want to return there first and ask for his help. ”

Varian replied. Ares nodded in agreement. Indeed, the wise Magni. Copperbeard will figure it out, and will help Varian as well. In the beginning, it was the same dwarf king who supported Ares to cross west in search of the real Varian.

"How many of them are there?"

Broll continued.

"Let them go back and let them tell their master, I, Varian. The ghost wolf is back, and sooner or later I'm going to have to settle accounts with her, and she's taken it all from me! ”

Varian growled.

With that, Browl crouched down and began to heal the bloodied human assassin's wounds with a serious natural spell......