According to the words of people who have been at sea all year round - the sea you have seen on land is completely different from the sea you have seen on the sea.

Once at sea, you surrender your fate to the sometimes gentle, sometimes cold goddess, or rather to the moody tide hunter Nepturon. However, even when the tide hunters are at their quietest, the waves of the sea still seem like undulating peaks.

At this moment, the main fleet of Kurtilas was riding the wind and waves on the endless sea, but the atmosphere was tense and uneasy. After all, no matter who it is, when its king is hijacked and coerced by the enemy, he will be worried.

As for the admiral's personal guardsmen, they were even more ashamed and angry, staring at the old Tang and the others with hatred and anger.

To paraphrase a slightly old-fashioned sentence: If the gaze can kill, then including the rough-skinned and thick-skinned old Tang, the four hero-level masters of Relsa, Lao Chen, and Luo Khan have already been cut by a thousand cuts......

On the deck of the "Sea King", facing the howling sea breeze, ignoring the hateful gazes that gathered on his body, Old Tang gently touched the sword wound that was slowly healing with bandages under his ribs, and his heart was suddenly in his heart.

Ravenhold.

If Azeroth still had the Intelligence and Assassination Organization that could be compared to MI7 and later the Undead Sentinels, it would be him.

Even, when it comes to acting secretively and being secretive, Ravenhold Manor is above the first two.

Ravenhold Manor, also known as the League of Assassins.

This guild of thieves and assassins only welcomed those of great strength into their territory, and was therefore very secretive and rarely known to the world. Many people wonder if this organization really exists. In reality, however, the League of Assassins had members all over the world.

As a traverser, although Lao Tang didn't know much about this organization, he at least heard of it. Why are the heavy dumpsters of the "previous life" so valuable, it is not that there are many old players who want to fill the prestige here.

The values of the members of Ravenhold are very simple, as long as you are strong enough to pass the test of the Guò organization to join them, they do not look at the boundaries of the Horde and the Alliance. In the manor you can see elves, humans, dwarves. Gnomes, even orcs and trolls. As for the other members who are invisible and anonymous, they are scattered in almost every corner of the continent.

It can even be exaggerated to say that the world of Azeroth is in front of the intelligence tentacles of this organization. There are few real secrets.

Ravenhold Manor is located in the wooded southeast of the Auckland Ranges, bordered by Icewind Hill to the north, Dunhold Castle to the south, Tarummere to the east, and the mountains to the west by Hinterland.

The owner of the manor - and the leader of the League of Assassins - was none other than Duke Joraci Ravenhold who was fighting Don in the cabin.

It is rumored that the old duke was once the leading nobleman of the extinct kingdom of Alterac, and has been committed to fighting against those who are also from the same origin. But the evil deeds are all done by the syndicate mob that everyone shouts and beats.

This also explains why the old duke, as a human being, can treat the Alliance Tribes equally.

After all, among the reasons for the fall of the Alterac Kingdom at the beginning, in addition to the main reason why the Alterac royal family secretly colluded with the orcs to lead the liquidation during the war, the other six countries of the Lordaeron Alliance at that time were not clean under their hands.

But anyone and anything, as long as they have anything to do with politics, there is no purity!

Who of the six kings would dare to say that there is no small calculation for the interests of their own kingdom?

Who would dare to say that when it came to dismantling and carving up the kingdom of Alterac, it didn't contribute to the troubles behind it?

It's like after the war, the three neighboring kingdoms of Fort Riptide, Lordaeron, and Gilneth at that time were already sharpening their knives. Prepare to secretly divide the big cake of the Alterac Kingdom.......

However, what Don really didn't expect was that Duke Jorazi Ravenhold, an old man who is not well-known in the game and looks ordinary, turned out to be a hero-level master!

Or the kind of tricky guy who can erase his life if he doesn't do it well......

"100,000 gold coins... Is my head worth that little money? "I think of the bounty order issued by MI7. Old Tang said self-deprecatingly: "Is MI7 also in an economic crisis?" ”

On the surface, he seemed to be indifferent to the assassination, but in fact, Old Tang was full of annoyance with Shore and MI7. Dare to set the goal on his head, is it really just a matter of saying that the title of "Tianzi No. 1 Stirring Stick" is just talking?

I can't say it, Lao Tang will inevitably pit MI7 and get back to the field!

And from the rest of my memory, it seems like a good idea to anger Varian.

The "disappearance" case of the iron-fisted king in his previous life was already full of strangeness, coupled with a good impression of a certain black-haired, black-eyed, bewitching royal sister...... Old Don didn't mind mixing a foot in it.

As for Ravenhold, the reputation and credibility of the Assassin League to take money to do things...... You don't have to treat it as an enemy. Perhaps, Old Tang can also spend money to buy some news from time to time, barely making up for the lack of intelligence organization of the Minotaur clan.

……

"Goode."

When Old Tang was full of calculations and thoughts. Lexa's deep voice sounded behind him.

"Huh? What's wrong? Turning around, Old Tang looked puzzled.

"The admiral is awake." Smiling at Old Tang, Lexa touched the falcon that stopped on his shoulder and was combing his feathers, and then replied.

"Awake?" Old Tang's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly: "Without further ado, Illidan and Kael'thas are urging tightly." Just let me have a good 'talk' with this stubborn old man. ”

"When the scourge of the undead raged, I didn't see their shadows; When the Burning Legion invaded, I didn't see them make a move...... "Old Tang's eyes narrowed slightly, needless to say, he began to play the role of a-stirring stick again, and found the back account:

"Now is the time for them to set their sights on the right place and contribute to the peace and tranquility of Azeroth."

"It's obviously a calculating person and looking for cannon fodder, and he says it so high-sounding." Old Tang's words made Lexa roll his eyes at him, and he teased angrily: "Good, are you sure that you are a minotaur, not those hypocritical and cunning human nobles?" ”

His face was full of undisguised self-satisfaction, and Old Tang was not ashamed but proud: "What is this? ”

"In Lao Chen's hometown dialect, I call it 'mastering the long skills to control the razor'. Dealing with the Alliance, it's not enough to be cheeky and black, what else am I messing with? ”

"Are you so sure you can convince Dalein Prodmore?" Compared with Old Tang's self-confidence, Lexa is not so optimistic, and is obviously not optimistic about Old Tang's persuasion or threats: "This admiral is very stubborn. Will your rhetoric be effective? ”

"If he wants to be reasonable, I will fight with him. If he is stubborn, then I will overpower others! ”

With a casual wave of his hand, Old Tang strode towards the captain's room, which served as a temporary cell. While casually explaining disappreciatively:

"He's got a handle in my hands...... As long as he still values the century-old reputation of the Kurtilas Kingdom, as long as he still cares about his precious fleet and his admiralty, he will not be satisfied! ”

"The boar man secretly funded by the Kul Tiras Navy is actually involved in the undead natural disaster, and he doesn't give me or even other forces a 'reasonable' explanation, how can I let him go?"

"Either rush to Northrend to balance the undead and prove your innocence and honor, or you will be humiliated and become a prisoner of the ranks, and even bear the notoriety of colluding with natural disasters......"

"This time. He had no choice...... When Old Tang and the Admiral began a negotiation that no one knew the content of, a new race on the continent of Lordaeron was brewing their independence and rise.

Forsaken!

……

"O true people of the kingdom of Lordaeron!"

Deep in the Tirisfara glade, Sylvanas stood on a small hill and shouted, raising her Windranger bow aloft.

Her forearms, though still slender and toned, were a shade of blue-gray, no longer retaining the vitality and luster they once were.

Standing in front of her was a strange and shaking mass of corpses that littered the mountains. They were armed with rusty weapons and wore fragments of armor. The body was in tatters and rancid. Their sad, desperate eyes are like abandoned children.

She felt disgusted and hateful at their faces, but the tragic fate that was the same as her own gave her a trace of pity and recognition in her heart.

"The Lich King's power has waned. We now have our own will! Throwing away the anachronistic memories and associations in her mind, Her Majesty continued her inflammatory speech: "But those lackeys of the Burning Legion continue to enslave our freedom and destroy my destiny and will like the Lich King!" ”

"How can we tolerate their arrogant plans and make their dreams come true?"

"Can't!"

"Kill them all!"

"Make them pay...... Her rhetorical question at first elicited a few giggles, then burst into shrill and desperate cheers and roars, shuddering cheers and shouts that soared into the sky and resounded through the mountains.

"Those demons, those three Dreadlords, are now enslaving those who occupy your home! Occupy the city that should belong to us! ”

Her Majesty the Queen was very satisfied with the reaction of the "mountain of corpses and sea of bones" in front of her. An imperceptible smile curled into the corners of her mouth, and Sylvanas continued her heartfelt question:

"Are you going to be banished from your homes like this, and become a group of lonely ghosts that no one respects or fears? Or do we just accept our cruel fate. And then take back the rights that belong to us from this world? ”

"Sue me! Sue me sù what will you choose! ”

That deafening roar is the most straightforward answer to these undead who have regained their freedom and will!

The tattered weapon thumped, and the thin fist pointed straight into the sky.

These poor people were tenant farmers, farmers, priests, warriors, lords, and nobles...... They don't quite understand what is going on in them, but anyone can remind them that there is a place for them in this world...... This is the only way to rekindle hope and give them a new lease of life!

And Sylvanas* Windranger raised his arms and shouted. Just fulfilled such a humble wish of theirs!

"We are ominous people abandoned by fate, we are ...... Forsaken! ”

"But when the sun rises tomorrow, I will lead you in the fight against our unjust fate! Crush all the enemies who seek to enslave, betray, control, and oppose us! ”

"I, Sylvanas* Windrunner, King of Banshees, swear in the name of my Queen of Darkness that from today onwards I will lead you in this land to find the value of our existence!"

"Blood for blood, tooth for tooth!"

"One day, we'll stab the Lich King with our sword of vengeance! The injustice, misery, and pain that fate has inflicted on us have all been put to a conclusion! ”

Her Majesty's voice became higher and higher, and hatred and anger poured out!

"You, all the Forsaken! Will you raise your sword and follow me to rebel against fate and seek justice? ”

Her Majesty's oath and questioning aroused an impassioned echo from all the forgotten.

Confused, they need a hero and leader who gives them a purpose and meaning to survive!

"For Sylvanas!"

"For Her Majesty the Queen!"

At first it was just a sporadic shout or two, but gradually more and more of the forsaken accepted this cheer and shouted it with all their might!

The name of Sylvanas has resounded throughout the Tirisfard glades, and will eventually resound throughout Azeroth!

……

"So, Your Majesty, what are we going to do with those humans?"

A young alchemist asked his queen calmly and respectfully after the cheering noise had faded.

The Forsaken are not alone in their quest to reclaim Lordaeron. As the Forsaken gathered their "compatriots" over the past few days, they also discovered the remnants of the Lordaeron Kingdom.

Answering the voice, Sylvanas recognized him as the one with whom he had fought and intercepted Arthas. Her Majesty the Queen noticed a cold wisdom glint in his eyes.

Lin Duen, a pharmacist and alchemist, had already embraced his situation, just as he had said in his words—directly naming the other party as a human, as if to make a direct break with his life—so Her Majesty the Queen made a note of Lin Duen in her heart, so that she could use him well in the future.

"With all due respect, Her Majesty, we should be careful of those who are alive!"

Eye-catching with Sylvanas's intriguing gaze, the Great Apothecary bowed his head humbly and reminded in a deep voice.

"These humans will be useful," the Dark Ranger pondered in his mind, and after a moment of silence, he said faintly, "they will believe that they are liberating the city, so we will let them fight for us, and trade their lives for our benefit." ”

"They are like ......" Her Majesty the Queen's mouth curled slightly, and she came up with an apt analogy: "The arrows in our quivers!" ”

Her Majesty's metaphor caused the Forsaken to slap their broken and rancid chests and shout in agreement with their bony arms. Sylvanas, on the other hand, stared coldly at his countless people and subordinates all over the mountains, and muttered in his heart:

"The same is true of you...... Forsaken...... It's my arrow to the heart of Alsace! (To be continued) Q