The full moon hung high outside the window, and there was silence all around, and by the moonlight, two people wrapped in black robes walked up to the rooftop, looked around, pushed open the door and walked into room 13. Cheng Xiaotian's body moved, disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already flying in mid-air.

In order to conceal himself, he did not have Edgeworth, and flew very slowly, gently floating to the base of the guest room wall, and began to rise slowly against the wall. As he got closer to Room 13, the sound of conversation in the room became clearer.

"My lord, I failed." This frustrated voice was familiar to Cheng Xiaotian, it was Jamil Singh, and then the room fell silent.

Cheng Xiaotian rose to the same height as the window, carefully tilted his head, his eyes unfolded little by little, and the scene in the room gradually unfolded.

I saw a tall and thin man standing with his back to Cheng Xiaotian, looking out the window on the other side, Jameel knelt on one knee against his back, his head almost on the ground, motionless. On the side of the two, a man wrapped in a black robe sat against the wall, unable to see her face, but judging by her petite form, it should be a woman.

Seeing that no one was paying attention here, Cheng Xiaotian breathed a sigh of relief and continued to snoop.

"Jamil, it's not your fault." The man with his back to Cheng Xiaotian suddenly sighed and said slowly: "You are not a military strategist after all, and this time your opponent is a world-recognized hero, and it is normal for you to lose." The department did not find the early warning in time, and buried years of painstaking management, and the responsibility for this matter lies with me. ”

The man said that, slowly turned around, and Cheng Xiaotian hurriedly retracted his gaze. The afterglow swept over, and it was a middle-aged man with a thin face, white and beardless, and his face was a little gloomy.

"Big hero? Tang Jia Fimi? Jamil's voice was a little puzzled.

"Hehehehe." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Where would Tang Jia-Feimi have such a skill, this time their commander-in-chief believes you have also heard of it, the lord of the Arathi Basin-Cheng Xiaotian-Eliot."

"What!" Jameel exclaimed and asked eagerly, "I heard that guy was attacked at Ironforge Fort, even if he hadn't died, he wouldn't have come to the Western Wilderness so soon, right?!"

Cheng Xiaotian heard Jamil's words, and his heart was horrified, the Iron Fort was attacked? What's going on here?

The man in the room did not answer immediately, but paced around the room for a while before he said: "The consequences of this matter need to be further assessed, as far as we have information now, after that attack, the Arathi Basin envoys remained in the Ironforge Fort, but the four masterminds broke away from the main army and entered the mountains of Kazmodan."

"Where did they go?" Jameel was shocked and asked.

"I don't know, our people are lost in the mountains. The man said.

When Cheng Xiaotian heard this, his heart set off a storm, he never expected that the envoy group would encounter such a thing. Were there any casualties? Who are the four masterminds who left? Where did they go? All kinds of information hit his mind, and his mind was instantly in a trance, his body was unstable, and he leaned against the wall, making a slight collision sound.

Cha.

"Who?!"

There was a break in the house, the window was slammed open with a "clang", and a petite black shadow rushed out, and it was suspended in mid-air. The moonlight was like frost, and Cheng Xiaotian's figure was gone.

The thin, middle-aged man poked his head out, frowned and looked around, his eyes sharp as knives, a little glance, and finally stopped at the stable window. As soon as his gaze fell, before he could give the order, the petite black shadow flashed and disappeared from mid-air.

"Jamil, you're exposed." The man turned back into the house, his tone instantly cold.

Jamil, like chaff, crouched on the ground, looking up but unable to speak.

"Forget it." The man's tone softened again, and he sighed: "Give you another chance, do a good job, make up for it, if you don't do it well, you can kill yourself."

"Thank you, sir!" Jameel fell to the ground with a trembling voice, knowing that he was completely finished. He knows very well the style of the organization, the so-called opportunity is definitely a difficult task to ascend to the sky, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a life of nine deaths.

Sure enough, the middle-aged man's next words confirmed this.

"We will assemble a team to assassinate the Lords of the Arathi Basin, and you will be one of the masterminds." The man said lightly, and Jamil looked up suddenly, his eyes full of disbelief.

At the same time, inside the stables.

Cheng Xiaotian cast a shape-shifting shadow**, instantly returned to his original position, and hid behind the window. In an instant just now, the momentum that the man burst out of his body was very clear to him, and his energy was definitely stronger than his own.

At this moment, Cheng Xiaotian retracted his gaze and looked at the door of the stable.

The gate did not open, and a black shadow appeared in the stable through the heavy wooden door. In an instant, two pairs of eyes that were still bright in the darkness collided.

After determining the target, the black shadow suddenly moved extremely fast, like a cloud of pitch-black smoke, and a few dodged past a few horses outside and rolled towards Cheng Xiaotian. The whole process was only for a moment, silently, and by the time the horses let out an uneasy neigh, a cold light had already pierced Cheng Xiaotian's face.

In the face of the lightning strike, Cheng Xiaotian looked indifferent, greeted the comer, and stretched out a finger to point at the edge. Directly opposite, the man showed his face with a mask, and looked at Cheng Xiaotian's fingers, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Hitting his own blade with his fingers, the dragon doesn't have such a physique, why is this person?

Of course, Cheng Xiaotian couldn't do it with his current physical body, and at the moment when he was about to make contact, a cluster of blue stars suddenly poured out from his fingertips, and in a blink of an eye, it condensed into a light blue transparent short sword, which was pointed against the tip of the dagger that stabbed it.

Bite!

As soon as the crisp impact sounded, Cheng Xiaotian pinched his sword fingers, and the blue short sword suddenly turned into a match and shot at the masked man's forehead.

"Ahh Suddenly, the masked man let out a coquettish cry and hurriedly rolled backwards, barely avoiding the edge. The blue light slashed across the top of her head, and the hood was immediately torn apart, spreading out a long wavy brown hair.

The assassin was indeed a woman.

Cheng Xiaotian snorted coldly, and with a wave of his backhand, the Yuntong sword came out of its sheath, and slashed diagonally towards the opponent's throat from the bottom to the top. The woman was unable to dodge on her footing, so she had to raise her dagger to parry.

There was no expected impact, and at the moment when he saw that he was about to collide, Cheng Xiaotian suddenly made a reverse rotation with his toes as the axis, and the Yuntong Sword suddenly accelerated, drew an arc around his shoulder, and slashed diagonally towards the female assassin's neck from another direction.

This move was too fast, and the female assassin was in disarray, subconsciously and desperately retreating, while raising her right hand and sticking another dagger to her neck. This trick is difficult for her to dodge, so she can only protect the key point first.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Xiaotian's moves didn't need to be old at all, the sword momentum had just gone halfway, his feet were wrong, the sword went with him, and the Yuntong sword changed to a straight line, pointing at her heart like a poisonous snake. This time, her steps were completely messy, and her body could hardly change direction, so she could only watch the sword blade approach.

Cheng Xiaotian restrained her step by step, and forced her into death with only three faces, and she had no power to fight back at all.

At this moment, there was a violent sound of breaking the air behind him, and Cheng Xiaotian felt a chill in his heart, and hurriedly stepped forward and made a reverse spin. The Yuntong Sword was taken out of a spiral, grazing the top of the female assassin's head, slashing the cold light that struck behind her.

The female assassin felt a chill on the top of her head, her legs weakened, and she sat down on the ground, followed by countless strands of hair falling down. Cheng Xiaotian's palms shook violently at this time, and he didn't care about killing the female assassin, so he turned around and flashed to the side.

"Who the hell are you?" Sen Leng said from the window, and a figure slowly emerged, it was the middle-aged man in the attic just now.

Cheng Xiaotian withdrew the flying sword, his brows tightened, judging from the moment just now, this person should be a shadow dancer (fourth-order thief). There may be a big difference in strength within the same level, this shadow dancer is obviously much weaker than Wentini, but Cheng Xiaotian thinks to himself, he should still be slightly stronger than himself, not to mention that there is a female assassin with good skills next to him as a helper, and there is no chance of winning the fight.

"I'm not interested in doing it, goodbye." After that, Cheng Xiaotian's sword aura was ringed, rising from the ground, directly crashing through the roof and flying away.

The middle-aged man watched Cheng Xiaotian run away, his face was not shocked, and he did not stop him.

"Father-in-law, why didn't you kill him?!" The female assassin touched the top of her bare head and said hatefully.

The middle-aged man said lightly: "I can't kill it."

Outside, in the night, Cheng Xiaotian shot straight into the sky like fireworks, and only after rising to 500 meters did he turn in the direction of Stormwind City. He was now thinking about the four who had left the group, whether to kill the two assassins or not, he didn't have to worry about it, in his mind, the safety of any one of the three legions was more important than these unrelated people.

Where did they go? (To be continued.) )