There is no way back, and there is a strong enemy in front.

The ruins of the broken wall were splashed with rubble and dust under the shot of bullets, the body of the "turban" was half-hidden behind the fireplace, and the two revolvers fired left and right, and they used this western cowboy symbol weapon with a worrying rate of fire to interweave into a firepower net in a very short time, although anyone with a discerning eye knew that his existing less than ten bullets were about to be exhausted in a blink of an eye, but this firepower mesh that could only exist for a very short time looked like a high wall behind the syndicate assassins that was difficult to cross, and his only way out was to fight back the "Scarface" blocking in front of him head-on!

But how easy is it to repel this hard idea? Fighting with an enemy armed with heavy weapons, in view of its powerful and inflexible characteristics, avoiding its edge and fighting for gaps is the correct way to deal with it, which should have been familiar to the assassin who emphasizes "one hit must be hit, and the instant attack is instantaneous", but the existence of the excellent gunman of the "Star Striped Turban" seals the space that can allow the gray syndicate to dodge and fight, and the heavy weapon used by "Scarface" is a flail whose trajectory is also unpredictable and easy to manipulate than an ordinary chain hammer! With just one wrong step, the black iron ball covered with cruel sharp cones was already rapidly enlarged and slammed into the chest in front of the assassin's eyes!

Seeing that this hammer was smashed, the gray-clothed assassin was about to vomit blood and fall to the ground, and at least he had to break two or three ribs, but the "Scarface" who succeeded in one blow fell into a confused mood, just because he clearly felt that it seemed that the flail had hit the target, but there was no slightest reaction on the chain connecting the meteor hammer back to his hands that were gripping the handle, what this meant was really self-evident! What made him even more frightened was that before his panicked emotions could be conveyed from the bottom of his heart to his facial expression, the assassin who was "hit" suddenly disappeared, and an afterimage suddenly solidified less than half a foot away from his left side, and the corner of "Scarface's" eyes only saw the cold light picking upwards, flying up and down, and then being hit hard in the back of the waist, under the sharp pain, the whole person fell into stiffness!

Shadow Strike!

Shoot left and right, chisel! ①

Almost at the same time as he froze, "Scarface" flashed on his body and regained his mobility, and the Grey Assassin seemed to have expected this, and immediately after chiseling his opponent into a stiff state with his backhand, he flashed again with a smile on his lips, and with an incredible flurry and swiftness, he appeared behind the "Turban" through the fleeting gap in the middle of the intertwined trajectory. The syndicate whistled lightly, and the short knife in his right hand ghostly swept the neck of the "turban", and the "turban" only had time to use all his strength to roll desperately to the ground in the opposite direction!

Shadow Walk! Wipe your throat! ①

From the precarious ambition to get it, the gunman showed his strong psychological quality in the life-and-death situation where the gap was enough to collapse many people, and his actions were embarrassing but he fought for life! He screamed, and hot blood shot out, splashing a blood-red on the broken bricks and tiles, and although he escaped the misfortune of cutting his throat, the fast-sharpened short knife still made a large hole in his shoulder, and "Scarface", who had escaped his stiff state, had just completed a perfect dodge to dodge the further attack of the imaginary chase, and realized the true purpose of the assassin just before he realized it!

Without giving them a chance to fight back, a roll over, and the gray-clad assassin had already appeared on a roof beam next to him that had not yet collapsed. His red shawl, which had been pulled up to cover his face, had fallen off and fluttered over the Assassin's shoulders. Only then did the two of them see a large bruise on the man's left cheek and his look of contempt. The syndicate grinned and disappeared from their view.

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From the former royal city to the hillock where the white ruins are now about a shot, Jin Shaolan and Tabeisa are sitting side by side on the grass and chatting. Knowing that the Lady of Magic was not knowing how to deal with the boring time caused by the task given to her by Dalaran, the self-proclaimed poet Elf told an "interesting journey story".

Because of his background, he narrated this interesting story of "taking" from the real world and changing its face very vividly and interestingly, which made Tabesa laugh when he listened. Her purple peaked wide-brimmed hat had long since been removed and placed on her lap, and her beautiful hands naturally stroked her satin-smooth hair, and a charming smile appeared on her face.

Just as she was about to speak, Tabesa's face suddenly changed and she got up suddenly, and the staff in her hand hit the ground at the same time, and she didn't have time to greet Jin Shaolan, the hem of her clothes raised with her movements had not yet fallen, and the figure of the mage had disappeared, leaving only the thoughtful poet in place.

On the top of the ruins of the mountain town of Alterac, a blue and white light suddenly pierced the air, this faint blue light was no less bright than lightning, but it did not give people the feeling of lightning, dazzling, but extremely hazy, gloomy, and soft! The moment it burst into the sky, the eyes of almost every contractor in the ruins felt a blue and white moon descend to the ground at unimaginable speed, in a brief moment, in a paradoxical form in which all the details of the vision were clear!

A contractor, who was acting alone, seemed to realize this, and turned his head to look over there.

“……”

With a pale blue glow, Tabeza's figure emerged from the void on the high point of the remnants of the building in the middle of the ruins, the spire of a bell tower that had not yet collapsed. Lady Dalaran's dazzling golden-brown shawl hair fluttered in the air, and her robes and cloaks hunted. Her face was covered with frost, and her bright eyes seemed to have electricity extinguished.

Not far from the base of the bell tower, just as the fight was almost made, the consternation made the two "Star-Spangled Turban" and "Scarface" freeze in both expression and movement, and even look a little funny about a silent comedy movie. was teased by the syndicate assassins, if it weren't for the fact that his body was spatial digitized, "Turban" almost died, and "Scarface" was also painted, and he was stabbed twice. The two disgraced men are not only introspective (as is always the case with villains!). Instead, they were all annoyed and angry. Not only them, but there are also many contractors in other parts of the ruins, like black-eyed chickens, who are on the verge of performing all-martial arts. When they noticed Tabesa's arrival, their expressions all changed to panic.

Enraged, Tabesa didn't want to say anything about these black-eyed chicken-like temporary subordinates and thugs, she just raised the staff inlaid with huge blue-green beryl crystals with a frosty face and raised it into the air, and the five fingers of her left hand seemed to use some strength to grasp it weakly, and then suddenly opened. A soft aura of moon-white once again expanded rapidly from her palm at lightning speed, covering half a half of the city in just half a second, and the temperature dropped rapidly everywhere she went, as if time had changed from twilight spring to severe winter in an instant—she cast a "frost nova" that suppressed some of its power. If it weren't for that, there would have been more than a cold aura, but a star-like explosion that erupted after the extreme compression of the extremely cold frost and snow ice crystals.

The mage, dressed in blue and purple robes, stood awe-inspiring on the spire of the abandoned bell tower, his once smiling and moving eyes were now as cold as the frost nova of Shicai, and he swept over the trembling contractors one by one, and then asked this group of stupid uncles who were frosted on their turbans and hair, whose faces were blue from the cold wind, or whose knees trembled or whose legs were stiff, and whose breath from his mouth and nose were turned into white mist, and who opened his mouth as if he had been stunned by a stick:

"Are you all sober now, you stupid?!"

After this episode, the work of cleaning up the ruins gradually got on track. Tabesa's kitchen knives are all very powerful: in fact, it is not impossible to find and kill the Assassins of the Syndicate with a careful search and perhaps a little cooperation. In fact, they are nominally "mercenaries", but the reason why they became syndicate mercenaries at the beginning of the "Syndicate" organization is largely because they are inextricably linked to the fallen Alterac - so they have a deep hatred for these "invaders" who work for Dalaran. What had been done so far had been more of a teasing by the cat before mercifully giving the mouse a death. Of course, though, the contractors will make them realize that their opponent is not a rat...... It's a tiger.

Regarding the possibility that these assassins of the syndicate might secretly gather and defeat the contractors one by one, Jin Shaolan expressed his "worries" and then Tabesa also explained to him. Not to mention that "stealth" is not "stealth", when the number of stalkers per unit area increases, the probability of them being found is multiplied by geometric progression, and Dalaran's side alone has already been fully prepared. Just as Jin Shaolan guessed, the City of Mages was fully capable of completing this package of affairs on its own without relying on anyone's help.

With the entire city under the watchful eye of Tabeza's "Eye of Azus", and with her ability to see through stealth, she hastily gathered to deliver a target to her door—Blizzard loves you, and Blizzard loves you—the Light is above. ②

In addition, although they are all inextricably linked to the Alterac Kingdom, which has been removed from the "Seven Kingdoms of Mankind", as stalkers, Jin Shaolan and the mercenaries they face are more of a well-trained assassin, they are indifferent, and they do not treat each other as their own companions, but as peers who have been hired to do the same thing—maybe add "rivals"—so even if there are assassins in danger under the attack of the contractor, the others are indifferent.

This is not about seeing death or not saving people, because there is no meaning and necessity for rescue in the first place. It's like pirates in the Age of Discovery: it's good that the pirates who should be killed are killed; Nowhere is this more evident than in the crew of Captain Jack's "Black Pearl". As for Miss Elizabeth, who was full of zest for life, she persuaded them soon after? Don't be funny, Jin Shaolan insists that it is just wishful thinking - it is beautiful artistic processing.

And the pleasant chit-chat between Jin Shaolan and Tabesa was finally able to go on without interruption. If this progress continues, it is probably not impossible for others to see "a senior legal contractor who completes the main quest by improving the friendship of Tabesa, who has a high status in Dalaran", right? Not only that, from Tabesa, an elite unit of the legal system, as a "beginner magic apprentice", he should be able to obtain some necessary knowledge, perhaps, if those kitchen knives go well, maybe she can teach one or two small spells when she is in a good mood - even if it is a small trick like "activation rope", this is enough to satisfy Jin Shaolan.

"You've forgotten your hat, and I don't think you should let it lose its chance to grace your long, stream-like hair, ma'am,"

On the way to the ruins of Alterac, she encounters a depressed Tabesa (who has kicked a small stone off the tip of her fine satin boots as she walks up sullenly), and the Spirit of the Wind Seeker smiles, handing over her beautiful purple wide-brimmed hat that is a good amplification for spellcasting. This is of course a manifestation of gentlemanly demeanor, but if conditions permit, Jin Shaolan is more inclined to let demeanor and everything go to hell-

Wicked Witch Hat (the following is the limit stat on the current difficulty)

Equipment Type: Armor (Head)

Place of origin: Pelares, the capital of the Kingdom of Kurtila

Equipment Rarity: Silver Story

Materials: Demon Pattern Cloth / Shadow Spider Silk / Dust of Illusion / Powerful Void Essence

Hint: Demonic cloth is undoubtedly much easier to obtain than those more outrageous materials, but I must tell you that the odds of 60 flawless demonic cloths + the exquisite craftsmanship of pressing/combining 20 pieces of demonic cloth into a thin sheet + inviting the favor of the master tailor of Kurtiras are not much higher than the chance of a house falling from the sky and smashing you to death one day.

Weight: 0.32 kg

Equipment use conditions: 10 points or more in spirit, 15 points or more in intelligence

Durability: 6 points

Equip: Defense +1

Equipment: Stamina/Spirit +2, Intelligence +3

Equip: +30 Max Mental Power

Equip: Slightly increases cast speed and increases critical strike chance by 3% for spell attacks

Equip:??? (You don't own the equipment and can't view this information)

Description: Everywhere there are crazy fans of opera and who think of themselves as the people in the show, and Margaret Hamilton, the brilliant High Mage of the Sunshine Woods, is one of them (does anyone know where the name comes from?). ∩ω∩）。 That's why the hat was named the "Wicked Witch Hat" by its original owner. As her sanity drifts further and further down this path, and she begins to persecute ordinary people like the bad witches in The Wizard of Oz, Dalaran has to send one of her alumni to finish her off. Unfortunately, despite the alumnus's best efforts, she was unable to revert to her original Margaret despite her quirks until the last minute. Her alumni left Margaret's peaked wide-brimmed hat as a memento of her memory/trophy to warn herself and her friends not to repeat the mistakes of the past. And, of course, Ms. Hamilton was not stoned to death by the house in the end. Nor was he splashed with water.

"How can you?! It's really a brutal, brutal ...... World. ”

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Originally, Jin Shaolan didn't think much about it and picked up Tabesa's hat that had fallen on the ground, but the moment his fingers grabbed the brim of the hat, he instantly obtained the above series of information. Not only that, but one thing that followed, the cold, stereotypical voice of Nightmare Mark was followed by the point that immediately poured cold water on his pounding heart: "This equipment is soul-bound, you can't take ownership of it" - otherwise he might have really started to think about the crazy and rather mentally retarded option of shoving this hat into his arms/Nightmare Mark's storage space and running wildly.

Tabesa reached out and took her hat, and the smile returned to her face:

"Thank you, Elf. You are a personable gentleman of the Northern Kingdom. ”

She had already seen the Damascus Evergreen Moon Season that Jin Shaolan casually folded when she walked down the hill to greet her, and this large blooming pink flower was pinned into the ribbon of her hat by Jin Shaolan in a very ingenious way, without affecting the operation of the magic at all. She let out a satisfied sigh, put her hat diagonally over her head with both hands, and gave him a beautiful smile when she turned her head slightly.

Jin Shaolan had met her before, eighteen years later in the game, and she was an old lady with a strange temper at that time - well, I have to admit, a charming old lady with a strange temper. Have you ever met Minerva McGonagall? And McGonagall, who was in her prime, was now beside Jin Shaolan, bright, charming, smiling like a flower—Jin Shaolan could even faintly smell the scent of hyacinths on her clothes—and looked at him with a smile on her head. What else is he not satisfied with? In fact, it feels really good to talk with the beauty big sister in the magnificent scenery of Alterac like this now-in this paradise where Jin Shaolan took the initiative to come. Now you see, what's going on right now is pretty good, isn't it?

But he still felt a sense of inconsistency.