Originally, Jin Shaolan thought that after getting the wrong branch and being unable to complete the task like those contractors who were scattering into the ruins of Alterac, she would be surrounded by frustration, falling into frustration and anger, or refusing to acknowledge reality.

No, he didn't feel defeated. After the initial overwhelm and embarrassment, it didn't take him long to regain his composure. Now, at the moment when Jin Shaolan was a little surprised by his indifference, in front of him sat a beautiful big sister who was faintly heartbeating, and she was sitting side by side with Jin Shaolan on the grass at the top of a small hill. In front of them was the ruins of a castle standing on the hillside, which Jin Shaolan had only seen in the Warcraft online game in the past, in this small "sand table". Surprisingly, even now that it has been destroyed, it still feels so majestic and magnificent.

Under a clear sky at nine o'clock in the morning, more than a dozen busy sturdy adventurers were searching, searching, and fighting in the ruins.

At first, finding the Syndicate Assassin didn't seem like a difficult task. Seemingly with contempt for the Contractor, every now and then a Syndicate Assassin would sneak up in the shadows and carry out a one-touch sneak attack. This is their handy trick, and it is also the origin of the official name of the profession "Stalker": stealth.

Although it is not really invisible, but by merging oneself with the environment and using the shadow to disguise oneself from the vision of others, the clever concealment technique of "stealth", if used properly, is enough to make the opponent not notice the presence of the stalker even if it is close at hand. The "Assassination" specialization among Stalkers is the best in this field. At the moment, these Assassins are only scratching the surface of the "assassination" branch, but their skills in stealth are already beginning to emerge.

Admittedly, for contractors whose bodies have been spatially digitized, it is not a big deal to be attacked from behind with this intensity. Several of the battle-spirited contractors were overjoyed and simply took the opportunity to fight the Assassins. But these cunning syndicate assassins were well-trained and agile, and were often able to escape from them and escape again into the shadows. And the work of clearing the ruins of threats was not as easy as the contractors had expected.

The fangs of the Stalkers in the world of Azeroth are the tip of the iceberg for the Contractors. After this situation happened again and again, the contractors became a little impatient, coupled with the mentality of quick success, some people inevitably started to use crooked brains.

A large white man walked vigilantly among the ruins, the scar across his forehead adding a bit of a fierce aura to him, perhaps because of nervousness, his movements were a little stiff. Leaning against the wall, he cautiously bypassed the corner of a dilapidated house, and entered the shadows behind the wall from the sunlight. As soon as he turned, he jerked out the flail in his right hand, and the air was torn into a sharp whistle. Seeing that there was nothing unusual after this blow, the man with the scar on his face involuntarily exhaled, and his tense shoulders relaxed a little.

The moment he relaxed, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of the sunlit ruins he had just turned, and a thin man in gray jumped up, and the back of the neck of the "scarface" was about to be slashed by the bright knife light, and blood was splashed three feet!

There was a muffled sound of metal clashes, and the violent impact force pierced along the short knife in his hand, and then this force reversed the direction like a living thing, turning into an outward pull!

"Scarface" raised his face with a sinister smile, and just as the gray-clothed assassin was about to succeed, as if he had eyes on his back, the meteor hammer on his flail quickly swung behind him, not only blocking the gray-clothed assassin's blade instantly, but also tightly entangled the assassin's short knife with an iron chain after hitting the obstacle.

——A thin burning sensation suddenly appeared on the side of "Scarface", driven by a sudden sense of crisis, he didn't have time to grab his opponent's weapon in one go, he released the chain of the flail and pounced forward. A bullet almost grazed the corner of his forehead, and then the loud sound of gunfire was caught by his ears. Scarface didn't feel glad that he had escaped, but a wave of rage: in a flash of lightning, he had seen the bullets continue to shoot at the assassin, and the target of the other party was not him at the beginning, but the prey he had deliberately lured out!

The Assassin's face turned pale, his form blurring and twisting violently, a change that almost came to the brink of being hit, causing the bullet to hit the corner of the wall as if through a shadow. Rubble splattered, and the Grey Assassin had swooped forward, turning into a silhouette and disappearing in place.

In the direction where the bullet came, the gunman wearing the Stars and Stripes turban grinned, pretending to blow away the smoke from the muzzle of the rifle, and the next moment, the barrel of his left-handed rifle "snapped" on the ground to block the short knife that suddenly appeared in front of him from half a shadow, and with a flip of the wrist of his right hand, a revolver appeared in the palm of his hand, and a ball of sparks burst out from the muzzle.

After the angry "Scarface" rushed in and joined the battle group, the scene became very chaotic for a while. He shot out angrily, and swung the flail at the two people who were entangled. "Scarface" could certainly see that the gunman had gradually gained the upper hand in the back and forth with the gray-clothed assassin, but at this time his "help" was disrupted. The Turban Gunner, who was clearly an agile contractor, pounced on the side with disdain to avoid the Meteor Hammer's bombardment, and his left revolver did not forget to poke out from under his right ribs and fired a shot at the Grey Assassin - the possible dodge route was anticipated, so that the Assassin would inevitably suffer a small loss from this bullet when dodging the Meteor Hammer: he could dodge it with the Assassin's skills, but he would fall into a rather passive situation when facing the Gunner. But the Assassin did not dodge, as if enraged by the gunman's previous attack, and he pursued the abominable creature despite the roaring meteor hammer and the short knives in both hands. The "turban" shot shot a pre-measured bullet and it was empty.

Seeing that the gray-clothed assassin was about to be hit in the back of the head by the heavy flail, in order to prevent "Scarface" from causing more than 50% damage to the assassin in the next siege, "Turban" had to raise his hand again in his busy hurry when he rolled continuously to avoid the cold light of the snowflakes flying like two knives. A "bang" of gunfire was followed by a screeching metal crash.

"When—"

With this sound that made people want to cover their ears, the meteor hammer that had been smashing heavily at the gray-clothed assassin suddenly changed direction and raised high!

Ignoring the look of "Scarface's" eyes breathing fire, the gunman rolled on the spot and dodged into the hideout that he had already seen when he surveyed the terrain, which should have been the proud work of the original owner of the house, and the fireplace was built very strongly, but now that the wall behind it had collapsed, most of the remaining fireplace became an excellent cover. As soon as he rolled into the back of the fireplace, the "Star-Spangled Turban" took a defensive stance, the sturdy rifle of unknown material had been temporarily used as a short stick by him, and it had just been re-stored in the storage space of the Nightmare Mark, and at this moment, his right wrist flipped over, and another revolver appeared in the palm of his hand.

The expected pursuit did not appear, but instead there was a roar and scream of "Scarface" outside!

Star-Spangled Turban's eyes widened, and he suddenly had a bad feeling and had to rush out of cover. Just as he feared, Scarface was roaring and clumsy, embarrassed by the swift and sharp attacks of the gray-clad assassins. It turned out that at the moment when the "turban" rolled to the inside of the fireplace, the assassin suddenly retracted the pace of pursuit, with his waist as the midpoint, and his body smoothly folded backwards into the arms of "Scarface", but "Scarface" was hit by a bullet in the meteor hammer above when he violently swung down the flail, and the door was wide open, and he was unable to react in time for a while. When the gunman rushed out, the "Scarface" had already hung up colors, and the front placket of the American camouflage uniform was stained with blood. He didn't care about the grievances between the two just now, and hurriedly plunged into the battle.

Realizing that the strength of the gray-clothed assassin in front of him was not as unbearable as they judged at the beginning, he was a rather good opponent, and "Turban" and "Scarface" relied on experience and vision to play a wave of suppressive tactical coordination without communication. After they stopped pulling each other's hind legs, the scales of victory began to tilt in their favor. It was only a few rabbit and falcon encounters, and the people who were almost in their eyes didn't even have time to understand what was happening, and the gray-clad assassin was already caught in the encirclement of the tiger-like meteor hammer storm and bullets.