Under the night sky, the port of Minahil is free of the noise and busyness of the day. The pressure in the air was so high that it was hard to breathe harder than usual, and the damp sea breeze howled through Minahir Harbour, and the old people who had been begging for a living by the sea all year round knew that it was a sign of an impending storm.

With the exception of a few pubs near the marina and a small inn that works part-time in the leather and meat business that are still lit up, most of the port city has gone into a peaceful night. Most of the city's residents have fallen asleep, and their doors and windows are locked. In the evening, except for a few patrol guards dutifully patrolling the streets to ensure the safety and property of the residents, only the energetic dock workers and sailors who had nowhere to vent were still having fun and getting drunk in the taverns and wind and moon places.

Just like on a normal day, for most of them, this ordinary night will be consumed by the paralyzing effect of alcohol and the accompaniment of women's breasts and buttocks. Until the black-hearted barkeepers and the unsympathetic prostitutes empty the last copper plate in the pockets of these bachelors, these drunken and even unconscious or "strenuous exercise" with sore legs will be kicked out of bed or thrown out of the tavern, leaving them to sleep on the cold bluestone slabs of the street in the damp and fierce sea breeze.

As for whether these bachelors who have been emptied of their pockets will become seriously ill because of this, it is not a question that these people will care about. If you have money, you are God, and if you don't have money, you are a piece of shit in the eyes of profiteers and bitches, and your life and death have nothing to do with them, and the human world is sometimes so realistic.

A small, dilapidated inn in the docklands is as unremarkable as its peers. The shabby signboard has long been indistinguishable, and the iron chains that connect the signboard have been corroded by the humid sea breeze for many years. There is a "creaking" noise in the sea breeze from the Endless Sea. In a room on the second floor, Amy Howlens was meticulously wiping her two sharp daggers to suppress the restlessness in her body.

In the next room, the woman's delicate moans and the man's heavy gasps, combined with the "crunching" of the wooden bed, are like a lewd symphony that constantly stimulates Amy Howrens's restless spring heart. The poorly soundproofed walls of the small hotel couldn't stop the wheezing and moaning from coming, and Amy Howance, a well-skilled wandering swordsman, was not a junior brother when it came to men and women, and now hearing the "live broadcast" next door would inevitably make her blood gush and her mouth dry.

"Hell, the light is above! It's been more than half an hour! Why hasn't it stopped! I'll ask for a change of room tomorrow, damn it! The young swordsman slammed the twin swords in his hand on the solid wood table with a "bang", and the whole person lay on the wooden bed on all fours, muttering in a depressed voice. And just as he was about to pull the quilt over his head, he suddenly found a white albatross perched against the window of the room, staring at him.

The young swordsman hurriedly got up and jumped to the window in three steps and two steps, opened the window, and carried the big bird into the house, ignoring the sea breeze that rolled into the room. This albatross has a sealed letter strapped to its left leg. Cut a piece of steak left over from dinner and feed it to the big bird, so that it can be quiet. Amy Howlens untied the letter from the big bird's lap, opened the sealed cylinder, scraped the beeswax off the seal, and carefully pulled out a roll of parchment with secret words written on it.

Looking at the pattern of the palm on the parchment, the young swordsman Amy Howlens knew that the task was coming!

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Amy Howance was originally an orphan in Stormwind, and his parents were tragically killed during the First Orc War, when the Orcs destroyed Stormwind. Hiding in the basement, he narrowly escaped. From then on, the lonely child began to wander through the difficult struggles of the city, until he met the legendary Pasonia Shore, the founder of MI7 in Stormwind.

A difficult life and countless encounters with danger have honed his agility and reflexes. In the years that he was absorbed and cultivated by MI7, this talent of his was guided by the correct system. Under the careful tutelage of Pasonia Shore, Amy Howrens has steadily improved in strength, completing countless missions perfectly over the years, and making a lot of contributions to MI7.

Today's Amy Howlens is no longer the little guy who could only huddle in the basement and survive on the corpses of rats and insects. As a thief with the strength of the eighth-order pinnacle, he was already an elite assassin of the MI7 index finger group. Since Matthias Shore succeeded his grandmother in the helm of MI7, his nimble-minded childhood friend has been stationed in Minahir to help him control the intelligence network, members of the Order, and the handover of secret missions.

This elite Assassin is doing well here, and in the few years since he arrived here, Amy Howlens has already spread the tentacles of the Order, and almost all the nearby forces, large and small, have his eyes and internal responses. It can be said that any wind and grass in the wetlands cannot escape his ears and eyes. Always cautious, he knew that an intelligence and assassination organization should not be blatantly revealed, and there was nothing more important to an assassin or spy than a secret identity.

As a result, Amy Howlens did not establish a permanent MI7 base in Minethil Harbor. On the other hand, he not only set up a concealed and secure one-line contact method for his subordinates, but also arranged a fake identity for his members of the organization to hide their eyes. Even he himself is presented as a down-and-out wandering swordsman, and even often takes on some difficult salary tasks to better disguise himself. As a result, apart from a small team of fixed ring finger henchmen, even the sheriff of Minahill Harbor did not know his true identity.

MI7 is one of the oldest surviving organizations of mankind. Decades ago, one of the forces in the alliance in Stormwind sensed that some things were difficult to accomplish through legal means, and that someone had to be willing to do the shady work. One of the leaders, Ewell Youngden, secretly came into contact with a burglar in prison - Pasonia Shore.

The woman was repeatedly arrested by the Union for theft, and after being arrested three times, she became notorious for her criminal record with great fanfare. Yang Deng promised her leniency on the condition that she would form an organization that would be responsible for cleanly completing the unsightly work of the alliance. Pasonia Shore immediately agreed—and asked that she be able to do it her own way.

As a result, MI7, which made countless people feel chills in their hearts in later generations, was established on that day.

That night, Pasonia Shore infiltrates the room of a mayor who is already corrupt but has a deep network of connections that cannot convict him even by relying on the law. So MI7 shot for the first time! The entire assassination process left no trace: not a single drop of blood was spilled, and not a single sheet was messed up. Clean, nowhere to be found! Later, with the consent of Ewell Youngden, Pasonia Shore began to select her men from prisons and markets to join her new family, and quickly built up this small army capable of serving the Alliance.

MI7 spies were dispatched as the Orcs poured out of the Dark Gate, but they found it difficult to take advantage of the enemy due to the sheer numerical superiority of the Horde and the lack of military training of the Assassins. The Assassins were best at one-on-one combat, and they quickly discovered this and turned their attention to the leaders of the tribe, and while the MI7 spies did not accomplish any legendary deeds, the members of MI7 did contribute to the Stormwind Kingdom in the war, shedding their blood and giving their lives.

Shore was once just a thrill-seeking thief, not necessarily evil in his own right. Now that she's allowed to do what she loves and has a payroll, she'll become a loyal warrior of the Alliance. She affirmed that the organization expanded its membership with her philosophy: no one who joins the group should take money or property from civilians. Those who can enjoy the thrill of assassination and theft, and have a stable income, will not be accepted by MI7 if they cannot meet such conditions. The rules are clear: only those sins approved by the Alliance.

When it came time to build the organization, Shore had another requirement: it had to be kept secret. Thieves never blatantly claim to be thieves, and there is no reason for them to do so when they become legitimate Assassins. The leader of Stormwind is the only one who has the entire roster of Stormwind assassins. When a MI7 member is assigned to a larger military operation, her motives are not known to the other members. They appear as warriors, scouts, and even wizards, but still do their first job of stealing and assassinating when necessary. Their commanders may know their secrets if necessary, but often only the Assassins themselves know the true reason for being on the battlefield.

The populace of Stormwind knew the existence of MI7 thanks to the public relations agencies that had taken their reputation to the extreme: these men were graceful warriors, gifted too unfit to join the army as ordinary warriors; Surrounded by mysteries and legends, they are mysterious figures who act at night. Some children, even from wealthy families, have become thieves with the hope of joining MI7. No one knows their identities, but almost all claim to have seen the Stormwind Assassins on mission, though this is not possible.

MI7 saw itself as a hand holding a dagger, and the organization was thus divided into five branches. Today's MI7 commander Matthias Shore and the rest of the leadership are thumbs and are responsible for management and leadership. The leadership consisted of about 30 veteran thieves, most of whom knew Pasonia, and some had been directly under her leadership. They had a good understanding of the direction Pasonia wanted the organization to go and often guided the young Madias on the right path. The other leaders are responsible for the remaining four fingers, leading, training, recording, and even managing the books and making sure that the wages are paid to everyone.

Two of the fingers of this hand are made up of the highest-ranking members of the Order, all of whom are athletic and skilled in assassination and stealth, each with about five hundred thieves. The index finger, the highest level an assassin can reach before giving up his life to enter the thumb level of leadership, is engaged in assassinations, from rival military leaders to corrupt priests, and the target of assassination can be anyone who interferes with the overall interests of Stormwind. The middle finger is responsible for the "acquisition" of materials, retrieving an item that has been stolen and returning it to its rightful owner, or obtaining a powerful item from a dignitary who is not easy to kill directly.

The approximately 500 thieves who make up the ring finger are skilled at espionage, often working with thieves at the index and middle finger levels, gathering information, reading and memorizing the contents of the scroll without stealing it directly, and acting as a lookout and cover for others while they are on a mission. The little thumb is the largest and at the same time the lowest grade. The 1,000 thieves were less specialized: they were usually responsible for burying the victims (and also MI7 members), hiding the bodies, and falsifying the crime scene. Their job is to ensure that the identities of the Stormwind Assassins are not discovered, and they are also responsible for recruiting new recruits.

To put it mildly, every thief and burglar in Stormwind wants to be part of MI7. The people of the city throughout the city felt that their work was necessary and respectable. However, joining this group was difficult, as the Stormwind hierarchy was reluctant to publicly endorse the Assassins' way of making a living. Rumors spread that the group originated from a wise selection of "trustworthy" thieves in prison. Some thieves took the initiative to try to get themselves arrested, hoping to be selected by MI7.

After discovering that Stormwind's prisons were filled with hapless sycophants, King Varian Ureon approached Madias Shore and demanded that he do something. Matthias placed MI7 Thumb members in charge of recruiting new recruits, training the thieves to judge their talent and prudence. But the thieves in the city often lacked this quality due to their eagerness to join MI7.

Joining a group is a difficult thing. Thieves will be tested on everything from skill to morality. Many of the tests were puzzling: the thieves who joined the group had to be completely trustworthy, and the Assassin Order would not survive if the members could not trust each other. The desire to serve Stormwind is one of the two most important elements that members must have, and it is not difficult to understand that these elements are difficult to discover. Rejected applicants can only leave with the appearance of the examiner they remember – if possible. The organization does not consider Littlethumb membership exposure to cause any harm to itself, so this risk is acceptable.

Once fully accepted, the new Pinky member will only be delegated with the dirty work of training and strengthening his skills, and he will have to work hard to advance to the ring finger level. Even the top thieves, thieves, and assassins had to work their way up from the bottom.

There used to be some thieves who followed Pasonia Shore who wanted to show their pride with the tattoo on her fist, the symbol of the organization, but she banned it and warned them that they should not leave any marks on their bodies that would show their identity. Gradually, however, a conventional rule slowly spread among the members, and MI7 issued a mission scroll with an outstretched hand on it, and when the executive officer who was far away received the order, he would not leave any words or handwriting, but would draw a clenched fist on the receipt to indicate that he had accepted the mission.

Today, the quest scroll in the hands of "Wandering Swordsman" Amy Howlens has an open hand pattern on it. After carefully proofreading the code words and restoring the order, Amy Howance, the head of MI7's wetlands, carefully read the translation and memorized the content of the order, and then put the original copy of the order and the translation on a dim oil lamp, lit it by a bright candle, and burned it to ashes.

Immediately afterwards, the eighth-order thief groped for a card with a clenched fist from his waist, stuffed it into a small cylinder, sealed it, and re-tied it to the leg of the albatross who had eaten and drunk. Standing on the windowsill, Amy Howlens stroked the bird's smooth neck and released the albatross again.

The fierce sea breeze poured into the room, causing the oil lamps and candles to flicker violently, and the expression of the spy leader looked uncertain. Watching the figure of the big bird fly away until it finally disappeared in the gloomy night sky, feeling the low pressure of the impending storm Amy Howlens muttered to herself:

"Three days later, the Flying Osprey, the goblin caravan, the countess and the council of nobles ......"

"Shore, is Stormwind about to have a storm?"

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Amy Howlens was the first to appear in the opposing forces~~~ Don's MI7 blacklist journey begins ~~ Even though I'm a hardcore tribe~

But the name of MI7 is still very loud in me~~ It's just that the matter of Varian's disappearance is not up to par~ In the future, Old Tang will inevitably deal with this organization.

Ps… Cheeky to ask for collections, ask for recommendations~~ Ask for all kinds of tickets~~ Another code is more than 2,000 words~~~ I don't know if I can finish it tonight~~~ But I will make it up tomorrow at the latest