On the spire of the Tower of Sunrage, Mephistopheles held a staff and watched the sunrise in the east, feeling the warm sunlight shining on her body little by little. It was really comfortable, and the old mage stretched out his right hand, palm facing up, not knowing whether he wanted to feel the sunlight or hold something up.

There was a familiar sound of footsteps behind him, and the elven mage didn't look back, because he had come here to watch the sunrise today to meet him. A short time later, an elf wearing a crown and holding a scepter stepped onto the top of the tower, and he was Anastarian Sunstrider, King of Quel'Thalas.

"Mephistopheles, you've done a good job!" The intimidating king was obviously not in a very good mood, and his words were full of rebuke, "I just received news from the Salas Trail today, a large number of troll civilians left the Wraithlands unharmed before the battle of Taquilin. ”

"That's right, Malakas made a deal with me, Anastarian, or would you prefer me to call you the Sun King?" In the face of the king's questioning, the old mage did not care at all, and his tone was calm and soothing.

"Zurkin paid with his own life and the loss of a large number of Amani's elite in exchange for me opening the way south from the Salas Trail to them."

Speaking of which, Mephistopheles paused and glanced at the Elven King, "As for me, I will use Taqueline's sacrifice to break the obstruction of the Silvermoon Council, and Quel'Thalas's defense system must be changed. ”

Ignoring the powerful arcane energy that was gradually gathering in front of the King, the old mage continued to speak in a gentle tone as if he were discussing what to eat for breakfast with an old friend, "The Council of Tirisfa has been silent for a year, and we have to do something in the face of the prophecy of the Advent, but there are some things that will never pass in the Silvermoon Council, and we must use extraordinary means. ”

"Without this attack, do you think the Silvermoon Council would have passed a defense bill that had been shelved for hundreds of years?"

"Even at the cost of the lives of thousands of Queldore?" The king only felt that the old friend with whom he had worked for more than 2,000 years was like a stranger at this time. He angrily squeezed out the sentence word by word.

"Even if I pay for the lives of thousands of Queldore, I will not hesitate to do it", the old mage raised his tone, and a sharp gaze flashed in his eyes again, "Even if I am convicted for this and my reputation is ruined from now on, I will not regret it in the slightest!" ”

Anastarian abruptly revoked control of the arcane energy, and the scattered energy sent a cold wind that ruffled his long hair. He seemed to have aged a lot all of a sudden, no, he must have changed back to his original appearance, and instead of maintaining the power of the king, he became an old ordinary elf.

"I'm not going to let them get you this time, but I don't want another time, Queldore won't be able to bleed again."

"It is because of your weakness that the humans have been able to occupy the Tirisfar, the Eastern Tirisfar, and the Daron Mills, while we Queldore can only hold the Wraiths; At the same time, it is also because of your weakness that it will lead to the current situation where the Silvermoon Council has almost divided the kingdom! ”

The old mage looked at the king with a little distraction on his face, and he shook his head: "Queldore of the Eternal Song Forest has been reduced to a parasite attached to the Well of the Sun, I will leave the Silvermoon Council and go to the Wraiths Land to find a new way out for Queldore." ”

He made a mage salute and walked inside the tower, passing by the old king, leaving only a sentence in the cold wind of late autumn: "Darkan has been sent by me to Dalaran to help Kael'thas , we need to establish closer ties with the human kingdom, and as for the defense of the Yongge Forest, I think you should know how to do it." ”

The old king, bathed in the early morning sun, stood quietly for more than ten minutes, and finally sighed, "Between Quildore, there should never be a conversation between iron and blood. ”

Early morning in Stratholme.

The city wakes up from its sleep before dawn, and the small merchants who run breakfast shops often start busy with their day's business at two or three o'clock. When the day dawns, these individual traders begin to carry their belongings to the streets near the hubs of people, and officially start their day for themselves and their families.

Of course, in addition to these civilians who supported their families by working hard with their hands, other guys who relied on their hands to eat also started their own work at this time.

Segaard Brisboes woke up early, as usual. Even though he had become a thief, he still remembered his father's teachings - "Self-discipline is the greatest difference between humans and animals, and the men of the Brisboes family can be mean and reckless, but they must not lose self-discipline."

Sadly, his father died in his own recklessness, and his domain was occupied by two greedy distant relatives. Even after more than ten years, he can still clearly remember the faces of Uncle Bowen and Uncle Constance.

"Ash Manor," the man muttered quietly, staring carefully at the family crest engraved on the handle of the dagger, "Speaking of which, I haven't seen the old man for years. ”

The young thief looked a little reminiscing, and his mind returned to his childhood, where his sturdy father took him as a child to hunt in the Tirisfara glades, and to fish in the still water lakes, teaching him courage and patience; The gentle mother always lulled him to sleep when she couldn't sleep, and knitted thick clothes for him by hand before winter came.

However, his consciousness soon returned to reality, after all, he was no longer the heir to the baron, Segard Brisboas, but an assassin wandering in the shadows, and his current name was Chiv Ratti.

Even driven by hatred, more than ten years of wandering still exhausted him. He still remembers the torture he suffered in thief training and the nausea of his first killing, and he longed for relief, and now was the best time to do it.

In order to resist the possible threat from Terenus, the Barov family climbed on the lap of Archbishop Alonsos Fao; In order to appease Terenus, the archbishop, who has always remained neutral, had to open up the formation of the paladin team to build momentum for Lordaeron.

It is said that in order to make Illusia Barov a disciple of the archbishop, Alex, the current patriarch of the Barov family, directly announced that the taxes would be halved and that the taxes of all civilians in the territory would never be increased. This hand not only won the hearts of the people, but also curried favor with the bishop. If Terenus really covets the Barov family, I'm afraid he will have to think carefully about countermeasures before making a move.

I really want to thank the Adventist for directly lifting the fig leaf between the nobles, and a smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth. Barov and Terenus, how good would it be if history could really evolve like that? I will wait quietly for you to entangle each other, and silently send a handful of loess to your curtain call in the shadows.

Sitting at the head of the bed, in the faint morning light, Chifu gently wiped his heirloom dagger, smearing the paralyzing poison evenly on the blade one last time.

Today will be the last day of the thief Kiv Ratty. After today, Kiev Ratti from the Silver Pine Forest will be gone forever.

ps: I received a short station today, and this book is going to start on Sunday with the test of every signed work.

I heard that if the first recommendation is not good, it will be difficult to have the opportunity to recommend in the future.,So the author of the handicapped decided to start two shifts a day from today.。

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