The members of the Brotherhood of Defia can be found in every town under the rule of Stormwind, and the town of Moonstream, which is the base camp, is full of them.

Therefore, as soon as Madias Shore made a move, he easily stunned several Defia bandits, and then got a small amount of blood from their bodies.

Sean handed each of them a bottle of the Pretender Elixir, and after mixing it with blood, he quickly took the appearance of those Defia bandits.

Then, they swaggered into the nest of the Brotherhood of Defia.

Seeing the dreadnought battleship from afar, Old Grion pouted: "Van Cleef is really crazy. With such a broken ship, you want to bombard Stormwind? He figured it out. ”

A mere dreadnought, even bigger and stronger than the warships in the harbor of Stormwind. But dreadnoughts are not indestructible after all. Van Cleef was not stupid, he certainly knew that he could not destroy Stormwind, so building this dreadnought battleship was just like a moth to a fire, killing himself.

There is no hope for revenge, only death.

Van Cleef is indeed out of love.

Sean glared at Old Grian, meaningfully, "This is the only reason to sustain him to continue to live." Just like you, isn't defending the people of the Wild West the only reason to sustain you in your old age to continue fighting? From this point on, you are all the same kind of people, and there is no difference. ”

Old Grian said disdainfully: "Of course there is a difference! My career is above board and great! And what Van Cleeff has always insisted on is wrong and evil! ”

Sean shook his head and smiled.

He never thinks that there is justice or evil, but all wars always revolve around the word "interests". Whether it's the Alliance or the Horde, whether it's the old Greon or Van Cleef.

Old Greon was for the good of the people of the Wild West, and Van Cleef was for him and his brothers.

Isn't the reward you don't get the benefits you need to fight for? Isn't it worth waging war for the sake of those interests?

Therefore, Sean never thinks that one side of the war is righteous, it is just a difference in position.

The defenses and vigilance around the dreadnought were obviously much tighter than in other places, and people who came and went had to go through the checks before they could set foot on the dreadnought.

This is the most important place for the Defia Brotherhood, where many of the craftsmen of the former Stonemasons' Guild lived, building dreadnoughts day and night. A large number of pirates recruited by Van Cleeff have all gathered here. They are cruel and brutal, and they do all kinds of evil.

On the deck of the dreadnought, there is a heavyweight in charge, and that is the first mate of the dreadnought.

Mr. Heavy Punch is a powerful minotaur warrior with the strength of a high-tier warrior. He is adept at wielding a variety of weapons, but the most fearsome weapon is his own fists.

As a Minotaur Heavy Punch, he is much taller than a human. His fist swung down, and even the heavily armed high-ranking human warriors were unwilling to face it.

Well, all in all, this is a tough guy to tangle with, second only to Van Cleeff in force index among all the members of the Brotherhood of Defia.

Luckily, Mr. Heavy Punch is a big goofy guy who isn't smart enough or cautious enough.

So Sean and his party easily passed his defense, and then stepped on the deck of the dreadnought.

Sean's eye of insight casually swept and found that except for those craftsmen who were busy building ships, almost all the patrolling Defia pirates had a challenge level of more than level 5. This configuration has basically caught up with the elite soldiers of Stormwind City.

Fortunately, the number of such pirates is not large, no more than 100 people.

Old Glion had been observing everything around him, the composition of his troops, the composition of the professions in the pirates, the ratio of strength, including the structure of the dreadnought...... If it does get into a fight, this information will affect the outcome of the battle.

Maybe it was because he never thought that an outsider would infiltrate the dreadnought, or maybe Van Cleef didn't care about that, but more likely, Van Cleef was a skilled engineer, a terrifying high-ranking assassin, but not a very good commander or general. So he didn't think too much about it at all, so the patrol, defense, and inventory of the death mine would have a lot of loopholes.

These loopholes may not be obvious to ordinary people, but Matthias Shore is an expert in this area, and the elder Grian is also experienced. Under their leadership, Sean and the others walked to the top of the dreadnought without any danger.

This is the command room of the dreadnought, and it is also the exclusive floor of Van Cleef. No one was allowed to come up without his permission, not even Mr. Heavy Punch.

So when Sean and the others touched the deck, they were immediately discovered by the black-clad guards hiding in the shadows.

Matthias suddenly squatted slightly, his body shortened, and disappeared from view. When he reappeared, he had already used the dagger as a suffocating stick, knocked one of the black-clothed guards unconscious, and then followed up with a move to "lock the throat" and crush the neck of another black-clothed guard. Then there was a flying kick that kicked the weapon of the third black-clad guard away, and then the dagger in his hand flashed and pierced the black-clad guard's neck. Finally, he pulled out his dagger with his backhand and slammed it, killing the first black-clad guard.

Old Grean is simpler.

Because of the inconvenience, he didn't wear his own light casting suit, nor did he carry the True Silver Holy Sword, but this did not affect his performance in the slightest.

He directly used the "dedication" skill to force several black-clothed guards who surrounded him out of the shadows, and then pulled out the Difia rapier on his waist and stabbed the black-clothed guards with extremely exquisite swordsmanship.

The Paladin is a combination of a warrior and a priest, combining the fighting skills of a warrior with the power of light of a priest. Old Grian was not only a healer, but also a master of swordsmanship.

In an instant, the black-clothed guards who had gathered around were cleaned up.

At this time, Matthias suddenly snorted and blocked an assassination with his backhand, but he was kicked in the back by someone in the dark, staggered and fell to the ground, quickly rolled over, got up, made a defensive posture with both hands, and his face was extremely solemn.

At this time, the middle-aged assassin who suddenly appeared because he needed to attack Madias disappeared again. While everyone was looking around, a shadow attacked Old Grian.

Shadow Strike!

Fortunately, Old Grion was experienced, and hurriedly used the Defiya rapier in his hand to block.

With a metallic crack, Defiya's thin sword snapped in two, and the middle-aged assassin reappeared from the shadows, holding an incomparably sharp dagger in his hand.

The dagger was about to plunge old Grian's chest.

"Van Cleef!"

With a low shout, Madias threw the dagger in his hand and flew out, hitting the middle-aged assassin's dagger.

"Daddy!" Vanessa exclaimed, the voice revealing his identity.

Old Grian got a respite and hurriedly fought back.

But at this point, the middle-aged assassin retreated, and suddenly kicked Rick away, followed by an elbow blow, sending Sean flying. Fortunately, Sean activated the Feather Moon Talisman in time, so he was not injured.

However, the middle-aged assassin took this opportunity to pull Vanessa into his arms, and then quickly retreated, leaning his back against the command room, and coldly looked at Sean and the others who were waiting for him.

"Madias Shore, I can hear you the way you fight, and I can hear your voice! Grian Stallman, you're the only high-ranking paladin in the Wild West! And that young mage, that clumsy thief, what do you want to do with my daughter in my death mines! ”