Before being contaminated by the blood of evil energy, the orcs, who professed to value glory, looked down on thieves who only knew how to hide in the shadows and sneak attack.

With the exception of the Shadow Council, founded by Gul'dan, few orcs choose to become thieves, and the courageous warriors are their eternal destiny.

With the Shadow Council being overwhelmed by Orgrim, the orcs couldn't find a suitable scout for a while.

As a last resort, the Fireblade Swordmaster, led by Dahl Triple Bloodblade, took over the task.

It's been years since the orcs invaded Azeroth, and the Fireblade Clan has gradually begun scouting their work, and the Blademasters have become more and more proficient in their use of the Wind Walk.

Wherever someone passes by, there are bound to be traces.

Although Wen Leisa, who is well versed in the way of counter-investigation, tries to eliminate traces as much as possible, under the careful pursuit of the fire-bladed sword saint Samuro, she still finds some unusual clues.

Squatting down in front of a mud pond on the western shore of Lake Allendal, Samuro looked thoughtfully at the messy pile of mud.

"Did someone deliberately stir up the traces and escape from the water from here?"

Looking down the wide surface of Lake Elendal, the smoky and smoky environment made it difficult for Samuro to see the other side of the lake, and could only vaguely see a tall tower rising into the sky.

This is the only remaining defensive stronghold of Bandi Norrell in the southern part of the Yongge Forest, the Tower of the Morning Star.

The top of the tower shimmered with a pale blue arcane light, serving as a beacon to guide Salrom in the current foggy environment.

"The Last Mission...... It must be done satisfactorily. ”

Carrying his beloved fireblade behind him, Samuro plunged into the water and swam swiftly to the opposite shore in a dog-planing position.

……

At the same time, Sarian and the others, who had set off first, had already arrived at the Deep Shadow Manor.

The black-robed man who had been knocked unconscious woke up on the way.

Valera lifted his hood, revealing a very unfamiliar face to the four of them, his face full of horror and unease.

"Who are you? Whose orders do you follow? Why sell out the interests of Quel'Thalas? ”

When it comes to torture, Valeera, who has received professional training, is the most proficient.

But in fact, it didn't take much effort to interrogate this person, and after a little intimidation, he told all the information he knew like pouring beans.

It has to be said that the people behind the scenes are very cautious.

The black-robed man in charge of connecting with the trolls didn't know much information, he was the puppet that the real traitor had recruited with a lot of money in Sunny Wind Village, and was only responsible for passing information on him.

"Sunny Breeze Village ......"

Salian remembers the name of the place.

Qingfeng Village is the largest trade distribution center in the northern part of the forest except for Silvermoon City, connecting the north and south of Yongge Forest, and the goods transported from Yangfan Port to Silvermoon City also need to pass through here.

In Sarean's mind, Sunny Breeze Village is a very dynamic and mobile village.

On the other hand, Sunny Breeze Village is full of unobstructed adventurers and mercenaries, and it was once one of the main battle sites of the Sarjan.

He often met "friends" with boxing in Qingfeng Village, and left many legends in the local tavern.

Moved by the promise of a large sum of money from his employer, the mercenary ventures into Amani's troll colony and is responsible for relaying the information his employer has told him in real time.

"This is it."

Anderson also knew that what he was doing was betraying the enemy, and in order to survive, he betrayed his employer without discipline and poured all the black water on the other party.

Anderson pulled out a beautifully crafted amulet from his pocket: "That's how the real traitor got in touch with me. ”

"What is this?" Lyras looked around the talisman curiously, "Magic props? ”

"Don't move yet."

Valera cautiously began to check the enchantment on the amulet, and after a moment looked at Anderson with a flattering smile on his face.

"Count yourself lucky, do you really think that the reward for this kind of head-off mission is so easy to get?"

"In addition to the long-range contact spell, this talisman also has a powerful self-destruct spell built in."

"Once the task is completed, your employer can remotely activate the self-destruct program and then ......"

"Boom~ You'll be blown up to the sky."

"This ......"

Anderson looked at the talisman on the table in shock and anger: "It turns out that guy didn't plan to pay in the first place!" I would have ...... if I had known."

Salian tugged at the corners of his mouth incomprehensibly: "Is the point here?" Money is more important than life? ”

Anderson smiled self-deprecatingly: "Looking at the scale of this manor, your family background should be very good, a little young master like you will not understand us low-level people." ”

Sarean frowned slightly: "Don't say that I look like a nobleman who oppresses the commoners, look at my ears, in the xenophobic Quel'Salas, I am the one who is discriminated against." ”

That's when Anderson noticed how Sarren was different from the average High Elf.

"So you're a half-elf...... I get it. ”

No matter how prosperous a country is, there will be a dark side, just as even the most prosperous city will have slums.

Quel'Salas was the richest nation in the Eastern Kingdoms, and its standard of living was much better than that of the human kingdoms whose people were still trying to fill their stomachs.

In the words of the barrage, every family has a scripture that is difficult to read.

After not worrying about food and clothing, the people of Quel'Salas naturally have a higher pursuit - to get ahead.

Unfortunately, the feudal aristocracy of Quel'Salas almost completely blocked the room for the commoners to rise.

For ordinary people who are not from noble backgrounds, becoming a mage apprentice is the best way to be promoted.

If you can earn the title of Master Mage through hard work, civilians from humble backgrounds can also turn over from here.

But becoming a mage apprentice is easier said than done.

Even if all the people have an arcane affinity, not everyone has the qualifications to be a mage.

The Fatherin Academy of Magic, located on the Isle of the Sun, recruits students from all of Quel'Salas every five years.

However, the number of students who pass all the assessments is only in the pitiful single digits every time, and the percentage of these new students who finally graduate and receive the title of official mage is quite low.

It is precisely because of the scarcity of the mage profession that their status can always be high.

Those who are motivated but unfortunately fail to be selected will have to find another way, and some will give up becoming war fighters and spend their lives in ordinary jobs as part of the formation of Quel'Thalas.

The other part of the people who are not willing to give up either become rangers and join the regular army, or run around the world under the name of adventurers and mercenaries.

Or join the Far Wanderers and fight for the interests of the High Elves throughout Azeroth.

Anderson chose the second path.

Since he has no hope of becoming a powerful man, he can only dream of becoming rich one day, and he will also have the capital to brag in front of his relatives and friends in the future.

"Grass, so pretending to be forced is the instinct that intelligent beings can never give up."

"If there are conditions, pretend to be forced, and if there are no conditions, create conditions and pretend to be forced."

"There's nothing wrong with it, people with mage qualifications can become pretends, rich people can show off their wealth and pretend to be coercion, and people with outstanding combat effectiveness can become heroes and pretends."

"All roads are pretending to be forced, yes."

"The classic inverted sentence belongs to yes."

"As long as people live, they must pretend to be coercive."

Ignoring the barrage's ridicule, Sarreyan listened intently to what little information Anderson had about his employer.

As Valera said, the traitor who was hiding behind the scenes and manipulating everything was very cautious, leaving almost no information available.

Anderson only knew that his employer would contact him this afternoon, using him as a medium to communicate remotely with Amani trolls and orc envoys, revealing the trajectory of Riresa's march to the orcs and trolls.

"Bang!"

Hearing this, Wen Lesa slammed her fist on the table, and the solid wood table was smashed out of a large hole by her brute force.

Lyras's face was also not good-looking, after all, the trolls and orcs were plotting his own mother.

"Hoo ......"

Winlessa, whose face was flushed, took several deep breaths before adjusting her mood.

"It is imperative that we break through the blockade as soon as possible and get a ...... with our mother"

"Jingle Bell~"

The faint sound of the bell reached the ears of the five people, and Sarjan's face suddenly changed.

"Raise your vigilance! Someone is approaching the manor, touching the alarm bell left by Daddy! ”