In the silence of the woodland, a vague black shadow quickly passed through it, like an arrow off the string, and even set off the audible sound of breaking wind.

Along the way, Hilton's leather armor soaked by the river water was almost completely shaken dry, and at the same time, the long burst of speed made his breathing extremely heavy, and I don't know if it was an illusion, his brown eyes faintly shimmered with orange and red, like lava tearing the earth.

Hurry up!

Farad's angry eyes lingered in his heart, forcing Hilton to speed up his sprint again and again. His extraordinary agility has given him incredible agility, even shuttling through such dense woodland, but it still hasn't slowed him down in the slightest.

Suddenly, his eyes caught a hint of strangeness, his slightly flushed face instantly focused, his right foot slammed into the grass in front of him, and with the sharp friction of the soles of his shoes, he actually stopped in such a high-speed movement in an instant.

It's footprints......

Squatting down, Hilton took a deep breath and carefully lifted the grass, carefully examining the shallow marks on the wet soil. Seeing that the stagnant water was still slowly soaking from the edge, his heart finally settled down.

The goal is not far off.

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Lanlos strolled leisurely through the grass, slowly moving forward, pinching his chin and bowing his head in contemplation.

Although he did not explicitly say that he wanted to cooperate with him, Joraczi's attitude said most of the problem. For now, at least, there is a good chance that the intelligence agencies will be able to outsource to one of the top Assassin alliances.

With base areas and intelligence support, the next step is to develop industry.

In Dalaran's education industry, the cliff is self-defeating, but this is the core of Lanlos's plan, and he must survive to the death. First of all, he must have a group of qualified spellcaster mentor resources that will not be attracted by Dalaran's super high benefits.

I don't know if Kael'thas can help......

With a slight sigh, Lan Luoston also felt that the future was bleak. It is true that the elven prince attaches great importance to the High Elves, but he has already stated that the re-establishment of the Council of Tirisfa is equivalent to rejecting his recruitment in disguise.

Unless he agreed to subordinate the Council to the High Elves, Kael'thas would not have been so generous.

However, although the High Elves are prosperous now, they can be in the future, but they are indeed ill-fated. Bound to such a country with no future guarantees, Lanlos will definitely not dare to turn off the lights and sleep in the future.

However, if there is a chance to return to Quel'Thalas, perhaps......

Well?

Lanloth paused, his attention drawn to the glimmer of light that flashed across his waist. Despite the distinctive blade wrapped in a leather scabbard, Adruin's sun-like gauntlets were hard to ignore.

Especially now.

In the hollow of the gauntlet that had just been submerged in the scabbard, bursts of golden brilliance continued to flash.

'The shadows are watching us. ’

At the same time, Elunis, who was in the position of his chest, muttered softly.

The corners of his mouth curled into a cold arc, and Lanlos tightened the metal gauntlet on his left arm, as if he hadn't noticed anything, and continued to move forward leisurely.

Yikes!

The air was suddenly torn apart, and a sharp sound approached Lanloth's back at an extremely rapid speed.

Hidden in the shadows, Hilton, wrapped in fear, anger and reluctance, launched a backstab with no relent. Although in the eyes of ordinary people, his attacks were swift and silent, but in Lanloth's eyes, the violent fluctuations in emotions and the thick breath like a cow were completely insulting his identity as a stalker.

Hearing the short sound of the sharp weapon rubbing against the metal resounded in his ears, Hilton's murderous red face flashed with extreme horror and unacceptability.

Lanlos didn't look back, his left hand, wrapped in a metal gauntlet, behind his back, and he grasped the dagger he had poured everything into at an extremely tricky angle.

"Your heart is in turmoil. Whispering, Lanros lifted his foot and stepped lightly.

Rumble!

The loud roar set off blinding fires and raging winds, and the grass beneath his feet instantly cracked, the turf was scorched, the air was hot, and the sparks left by the near-instantaneous flamebursts continued to fall around him.

Retracting his left hand to his chest, looking at the charred dagger abandoned by the Stalker, Ranloth paused, threw it down like garbage, and pulled off the black headband.

The next moment, the emerald green light instantly ignited on the blindfold.

Turning his head to look at Hilton, who had escaped from the spell range with the Shadow Step and escaped into the shadows to approach him again, Lanloth took a deep breath.

The scorching flames gathered into a thick pillar of fire, breaking through the air and roaring forward with an unstoppable momentum. In a trance, a dragon-like roar loomed in it.

In Hilton's horrified gaze, the dragon's breath instantly engulfed him in his stealth state.

However, as a high-level stalker of Ravenhod, Hilton has not slackened over the years, and he himself has lost count of the blood of the caster on his hands.

The dark magic crept up on his body before he was burned to ashes by the dragon's breath, and as the scorching sensation vanished in an instant, Hilton's speed increased as he soared towards the roaring flames.

The flames swept through the Stalker in the Cloak of Shadow, without a single ripple, as if the individual wrapped in pitch-black streamers was a projection from another world.

Despite his vision completely engulfed in flames, Hilton raised his dagger and leaped toward the position of the mage in his memory.

The dragon's breath dissipated, and at the same time, the excitement and confidence in Hilton's eyes disappeared.

Lanloth reappeared in his sight, but the former was crouching slightly, his right hand holding the dark golden hilt of the sword that protruded from his waist, and he had already pulled out half of the shiny blade.

Blade Dance ......

Three staggered sword lights suddenly flashed in the air, and the melodious sword sound composed a short and loud movement, and even time seemed to stop at this moment and enjoy it carefully.

While Hilton was still in the air, Lanros disappeared from his original position and reappeared, already behind the other party. If it weren't for the cloak that floated high and the sword that had been unsheathed, I'm afraid no one would have thought he had moved.

Poof-

Scarlet blood suddenly gushed out of Hilton's body, and three deep wounds that were visible to the bone almost completely tore open his body. With a dull thud of a heavy object landing, the stalker collapsed in a pool of blood.

The battle ended quickly, so fast that it was hard to react.

It was only at this point that the shadow cloak on Hilton's body began to dissipate.

"It's a shame that in twenty years, you haven't changed at all. Putting his sword back in his sheath, Lanloth turned and walked slowly towards the stalker with his last breath left.

"If you stand still and don't want to forge ahead, you will eventually be eliminated from the world. The High Elf's voice was low and soft, more like he was talking to himself.

Hilton struggled to move his head, his quivering eyes trying to turn around, but the only thing he could see was the grass clippings-stained leather boots because of the angle.

Lanlos didn't rush to send the other party on his way, but just calmly looked at the middle-aged assassin who was drowning in blood, and pondered to himself.

What does that mean? Joraci repented? No, Ravenhod, despite his focus on privacy, was still well aware of the importance of integrity to their black organization.

So, it seems that this assassin's intention is only to take revenge?

After all, there is a high probability that he has ruined his chances and future for promotion in Ravenhold......

Looking at the Stalker, who had almost completely lost his breath, a hint of pity appeared in Lanloth's eyes. At the beginning of Dalaran, the reason why he let this stalker escape was not only to use this clue, but also because his own strength was limited, which was not enough to leave a high-level stalker who was bent on escaping.

But now it is different, and his combat effectiveness has long been incomparable.

"Pathetic. Shaking his head, Lanlos withdrew his gaze, turned and walked off into the distance, not even thinking of harvesting the other party's soul.

However, just as he turned around, the stalker in the pool of blood suddenly trembled.