As the snow darkens in Alterac at night, Presto sits at his table, quietly listening to the howls outside the window. Although the windows were open, the pervasive flying snow did not pour into the dimly lit room, as if the wind and snow that had raged among the mountains for countless years were afraid of something indoors.

Someone, exactly?

On the table in front of Presto lay a map of the kingdom of Alterac and an agreement signed by the kings casually on it. Judging from the neatly scattered dust on it, he didn't care about it at all.

Fingertips tapped rhythmically on the tabletop, and Presto stared grimly at the door.

I don't know how long it was, but the sound of hinges scraping interrupted the tapping.

"You're late. Presto's voice was hoarse and deep, and compared to the easy-going, confident, sunny and humorous charming young man before, he seemed more calm and majestic at this moment.

In the shadows, the man who pushed the door open visibly paused, then silently came to him. With the help of the dim candle flame that was constantly destroyed by the cold wind, the dagger in his hand that was deliberately blackened quietly revealed its edge.

Glancing at the hair-breaking blade, Presto looked disdainful: "Mortal, what a foolishness, an assassin organization, but they don't know what calm and dormant are. ”

The howl outside the window gradually expanded at this moment.

Holding the dagger tightly, the man in black stared straight at the nobleman who was sitting calmly in front of him. However, there is no murderous aura in his eyes, all of them, fanatical worship and admiration!

"My king. The cold Assassin knelt down and his sonorous voice tingled his scalp, perfectly illustrating his unshakable resolve.

Faced with the assassin's defection, Presto was not surprised: "How's the situation?"

"Jorazi is furious, and has arranged for me to lead a few of Ravenhod's elite to your residence in the dark. The Assassin's gaze was always on the floor, groveling as if he were a supreme god, an all-powerful master. And he, an ant, is an insult to even look at each other.

"I killed everyone else, their bodies and Ravenhold's emblem thrown out of the doors of Terenus and Soras. ”

"Good. Presto finally looked at the map on the table, and the smile on his lips became colder, "Since they have taken over the rule of Alterac, they should accept everything in this kingdom." ”

"In this way, the forces of the alliance will be greatly dispersed. Hmph, those green-skinned fools actually want me to help with the aftermath in person. Presto clasped his hands to his chest and said with disdain.

"But it's also fast, and when there are enough experiments, all of this will lose its usefulness. A flaming light ignited in his eyes, and Presto's hoarse voice seemed to come from the Nine Shadows, "Twilight, it's coming." ”

The black-clad assassin's head was lowered, and his whole body trembled slightly, as if excited, more like fear.

"By the way?" Putting away the transcendent coercion that subconsciously emanated, Presto's tone was a little curious, "How is that elf?"

"After returning to Dara, Chorazi invited him once before planning the assassination, but he did not participate. ”

"Oh? The lord touched his chin and squinted at something.

Sensing this, the assassin raised his head slightly: "Do you need me to kill him?"

"Farad, have you been assimilated by mortals?" After a brief pause, Lord Presto's deep voice rang like a bell, and under the invisible shock, the other party's whole person almost collapsed to the ground.

Farad's fear made him satisfied: "He is indeed a threat, not only is his mental resistance very tenacious, but the recent activities of several other old guys seem to have his shadow. ”

"However, I saw something interesting in him, a shadow, a sprouting seedling......" Presto's expression became more and more excited, "Hehe, it's really exciting." ”

"Find a way to get him to see me. ”

Fallad pondered for a moment, then said tentatively, "He's been very close to Crassus lately. ”

"Huh?" there was a brief silence as the smile on the lord's face gradually spread, "It's getting more and more interesting. ”

Presto's gaze slowly shifted to Farad's face, "In that case, I want you to do one more thing." ”

"My ...... Honor" The black-clad assassin bowed his head in fear, but before he could finish his pledge of loyalty, a howling hurricane struck him.

Burst!

Blood, splashed in the air, and the flying severed arm and the blood in the sky were reflected in Farad's horrified eyes, setting off the cold and handsome face in front of him with incomparably cruelty.

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In the depths of the wilderness, a black-robed wizard treads a winding and rugged mountain path, sometimes turning back and sometimes sideways, and climbs over the cliffs ahead in a very strange and troublesome way.

Soon, a tall, gloomy manor house appeared in front of him. Just as he raised his foot and prepared to walk in the direction of the gate, the clearing not far away suddenly twisted, and a stalker in leather armor appeared out of thin air.

"Your Excellency, the Duke has been waiting for a long time. ”

"Lead the way. Glancing at the nearby gate, the mage sighed softly and followed the stalker towards the real manor entrance.

No one had ever been able to swagger in or out of the main entrance of Ravenhold Manor, for those who did so had long since been reduced to dust.

After a long period of trouble, Lanloth finally reached the highest room in the manor. Standing in the hallway, he couldn't help but shake his head. Why don't you fly in from the balcony like you did for the first time?

Pushing open the door, Lanlos cautiously walked in: "Is there something wrong with me in such a hurry?"

In the darkest corner of the room, Jorazzi stood in front of a bed with his back to Lanlos, and his voice was very low, as if he had aged dozens of years in just a few days: "You are here." ”

Clearly smelling the smell of blood in the air, Lanlos's expression became serious: "What happened?"

"Farad, they failed. Jorazi glanced at the mage who had come to his side, and returned his gaze to the bandaged grandmaster-level thief on the bed.

Looking at the shocking bloodstains on the empty left shoulder and bandage, Lanlos's expression became more and more gloomy: "I reminded you, why do you still insist on going your own way?"

"We all underestimated him. Instead of responding to Lanlos's reproach, Joraci muttered in a solemn voice.

"I know, that's why I'm warning you. ”

The loss of an elite squad plus a legendary thief, I'm afraid it's more than that.

"The bodies of the others were found at the gates of Terenus and Solas the next morning, and although the news has not been made public, the forces of the Alliance have already marched into the Hillsbrad Hills, and with enough time, they will find it sooner or later. ”

Hearing this, Lan Los frowned: "Don't tell me, you will also carry identification when you act." ”

"Of course not. Joraci shook his head feebly, "But they found the Ravenhod emblem. ”

"That guy anticipated my reaction early in the morning and took the opportunity to provoke a conflict between me and the Alliance. Talking about his current passive situation, Jorazi's tone was very flat, "At first, I thought it was the enemy who came to the door, but ......"

Jorash stopped, turned around, and looked at Lanlos with that sharp gaze: "Not long ago, Farad was in a coma muttering something that had nothing to do with you. ”

Raising his eyebrows, a flash of inspiration flashed in Lanlos's mind: "What is it?"

"Black Dragon. ”