Soon, a tall figure of more than four meters appeared from the ruins. It was an armored mechanical structure, and the magic hedron at its core shimmered blue through the gaps in the armor on its chest. It walked with mechanical steps to the corpse, which had once been powerful but now collapsed on the ground like a discarded rag, and "skillfully" picked up the corpse and turned to walk out of the city.

Dalaran's procedural routine is used here, where adventurers are responsible for searching and slashing people, and golems like this are pre-set by Dalaran mages and will enter the ruins of the city after they leave. At noon, the makeshift group of adventurers camped and ate in between the costumes and the golems patrolled around, and when they found the corpses, they dragged them to the cemetery outside the city to bury them, and found the Assassins - oh, sorry, they couldn't find the Assassins, and the function that Dalaran gave them to the best of their abilities was not "detecting invisibility", which was the job of the kitchen knives. Most of the contractors who took over this task were strong in physical attacks, and there were people - there were golems in charge of logistics, so that they could take care of the assassin's corpse and throw it in place, kill it or bury it, so naturally they couldn't ask for it.

Another effect of these golems, who are responsible for all kinds of chores, because they have completely abandoned their offensive abilities and specialized in enhancing their operational performance, is that their defense is also quite good. If it weren't for the fact that they can operate some common tasks smoothly and are more flexible, they would simply be moving iron lumps. And this non-combat "miscellaneous model" has a technical content that is generally concentrated in the magic core that controls the action.

So if someone wants to add to Dalaran by destroying them, they will first find that their proud blade/bullet can only leave a white mark on the Golem's constructed armor, and then if they spend a lot of effort and effort to destroy the Golem, they will find that it is not a heartbreaking loss for Dalaran at all - the cost is almost all focused on the materials, and it will take a lot of effort to recycle and rebuild the damaged Golem as raw materials. But it was only a matter of time before one or a few careful and skilled apprentices of a senior mage could do the work, and it was still on the agenda—and then such a heavy iron lump, even if the material was actually quite valuable, but its hardness and weight were doomed, and it was not even enough to carry it away for money......

…… That's not the point, the point is that the Syndicate Assassins are not here to fight the Golem and sell scrap iron/silver/pure gold!

Although it was true that they had been gathered to restore the former kingdom of Alterac, the "Syndicate" was supported by mercenaries in the form and structure of the organization. In other words, despite the common goal of gathering in the shadows to lick each other's wounds, "dangerous missions" and "good pay" are still themes that "syndicates" can exist in an organized form. So, in addition to waiting for an opportunity to breach the security of the Dalaran border, there is another reason for the Syndicate Assassins to lurk in the ruins of the royal city, and they are also given another mission: to find some specific "quest items" in the royal city of Alterac - you see, in this "Azeroth Online" game, it is not just the "players" who will be tasked with the mission.

An emaciated, slightly decadent figure walked slowly among the ruins. He doesn't move fast, but he looks rather strange. is obviously a human walking in the yang world, but when he walks, he looms. As he progressed, limbs, even parts of his torso or his head, would disappear or emerge from time to time, making him sometimes look like a one-armed ghost floating in mid-air, sometimes like a headless ghost walking in a stumbling silence.

- This is exactly the manifestation of the imminent advancement of "Hidden Trace" to a higher level.

Each time, the part of his body that disappeared in the middle of the march "disappeared" with the pace of progress, once it was hidden in the shadow of the buildings and trees; Midday is the time of day when the shadows shrink the shortest, so most of his figure is always directly exposed in direct sunlight.

If the "Turban Gunner" and "Scarface" of the Contractors were present, they would definitely recognize this as the Syndicate Assassin who had suffered a lot of trouble for the two of them, and he couldn't tell if he had suffered a lot. The information provided to the adventurers only mentions that they are based in the ruins of Alterac, but this is really only one aspect, they have other tasks - more important than causing trouble for Dalaran, and it is tempting. The slender figure of the gray-clad assassin loomed among the broken bricks, his expression still fierce and gloomy.

"That idiot from Hausen...... Reckless men, fraudsters, and thieves who have not achieved enough and have more than enough failures! ”

He thought hatefully, with a lingering jealousy and chagrin in his eyes, mixed with a bit of bewildered confusion. A scene that hadn't been too long had resurfaced in his mind, and he struggled to remember every detail.

Back in the dawn a few hours ago, Jin Shaolan was still asleep with gold-encrusted roses, and Tarbeza and Bauer's carriage was still hurrying to Ambermere. The sun was still below the horizon, and its glow had already stained half of the sky a faint pale cyan. In the faint light of the day, two figures rummaged through a deserted aristocratic mansion.

A lanky, bruised hand brushed through the rotten wooden planks among the rubble and snatched out a dusty, rather old wooden box. It was about the size of a jewelry box, and the lid of the wooden box slipped open when the owner of the house had broken the buckle when he left in a hurry. There was a hazy emerald light inside.

The owner of the hand carefully brushed it, and a lot of dust filled the air, making the hazy green light in the gap give him a slight flickering illusion in his eyes. The exposed wooden surface was bronzed and smooth, and he couldn't help but wonder if it was also a favorite thing that the owner used to play with in those days when the mansion was still in its glory. Because compared with the kind of smooth with a bit of crystal clarity, the workmanship of the box is quite rough, and the shape and pattern are even more simple to the point of being simple; But the pattern carved by these few knives makes people feel a strong wild and dark aura at a glance - almost instantly, this strong negative feeling casts an inexplicable shadow on the heart of the owner of the hand, originally he was overjoyed when he saw the face of the wooden box, but at this time the joyful smile was a little stiff, as if a black wind blew out from the slightly open gap in the lid of the box, and rushed to his face, and the layer of skin wrapped in flesh on his face turned into paraffin!

Just when he was holding the wooden box and his heart was stagnant, a low voice sounded behind him: "Ho, there is a harvest?" ”

Unprepared, he almost jumped to his feet, and was driven by his battle instinct to turn sharply and make a defensive gesture.

A tall shadow immediately covered his vision. What appeared in front of him was a strong, tall mercenary assassin, his thick eyebrows twisted into a ball, and his face full of impatience, only when he looked at the box in his hand did he have a hint of greed.

If anyone could compare the memories in the Grey Assassin's mind, they would recognize this person as the cause of his resentment and disappointment, the hunk "Hausen" who had died at the hands of the contractor in "reality". Although the person he was talking to was the Grey-clad Assassin, the burly man who didn't look much like an Assassin didn't look at him squarely, as if all he had in his eyes was the wooden box that was discreetly held in his palm.

This attitude stung him, but before he could react, it was Hausen who was the first to attack. "What do you want to do, 'Gray Wolf'?" He coldly accused: "Put on this posture, it seems that you are planning to openly oppose my captain?" ”

The accusatory tone and the word "captain" that Hausen specifically pointed out made the momentum of "Gray Wolf" can't help but drop. "How so," he explained anxiously, "I'm just ......"

"—forgive me for not daring." Hausen, apparently not intending to listen to the "gray wolf" explanation, interrupted him contemptuously. "Very good, you still have two brushes, 'gray wolf', now our team can get ahead of that group of stupid men who are outdated." He said that while the focus was on the second half of the sentence, the praise of "Gray Wolf" was more of a casual gesture, but the latter was refreshed by it until he continued:

"As the common trophy of the squad, I, the captain, will be responsible for handing it over to the middle level of the organization."