The sun was shining brightly, and there was still a hint of chill in the air.

Are those two members of the tribe? Perhaps this is just a messenger between the Alliance and the Horde. If their goal has nothing to do with Anbo, Zelin doesn't need to go into it. Some things have nothing to do with him, and it is impossible for the Alliance and the Horde to reveal everything in the camp. It's just that he happened to meet Anbo, so he wouldn't let an agent who was most likely innocent to be killed and executed inexplicably.

Suddenly, the sound of the wind in his ear made Ze Lin subconsciously raise his hand, and the heavy purse flew over and fell into the hands of the demon hunter.

"If you leave halfway, you will never be able to catch the target, you can only sit by the well and give up on yourself." A low and cold voice appeared in his ears. Zelin followed the voice and looked at the human woman wearing a light brown windbreaker walking from the magic business district. Coming out, under the broad hood was a firm cheek wrapped in light black hair. On the thin cheek, sword eyebrows set off a pair of piercing pale golden eyes. The black tight-fitting leather jacket under the shawl outlines a thin and flexible figure, but what attracts Zelin's attention more is the woman's right wrist. There are two metal brackets that retract inward on the left and right sides of the wrist armor. This made him think of the dwarves he saw in Mordor. He didn't expect that Azeroth also had a crossbow bolt fixed on his wrist.

Maybe he should also consider getting a similar equipment and compare the difference between the two.

"As a person who steals a wallet." Zelin quickly retracted his gaze and weighed the wallet in his hand. The weight inside did not change. "Will you come back on the initiative?"

"And take the initiative to return the wallet to you." The woman didn't look like a thief at all. She raised her chin, slightly narrowed her eyes, and looked up and down Zelin. "I heard that a werewolf killed several villains for the Burning Legion in Karazhan and defeated a black knight. Is that you?"

"It may be, or it may not." As the opponent looked at Zelin, Zelin was also observing the person in front of him. This woman is not like an ordinary thief, only members of the Kirin Tor Council and a few battle mages know the final battle with the Black Knight. "What's the matter?"

"They said that you are a werewolf, from Gilneas, following a phantom merchant after the fall of Gilneas." There was a suspicion in the woman's eyes, and she paused. "Where are you from Gilneas?"

"Is this important?"

"Very important."

"I don't like to disclose personal information. This may cause trouble." Zelin shrugged. "And I think it has nothing to do with a thief, unless you intend to steal money."

"Where did you steal it? Are you in Gilneas?"

Zelin pursed his mouth. He believed that his memory should be good. If it was not wrong, he had heard Xisally say before that Gilneas had fallen all over the territory, leaving only some werewolves fighting, and most of the refugees were in the night elves. Take refuge in Darnassus with his help. Now Gilneas has no civilians at all, and the city is full of undead plagues.

"If you want to cover me, then you don't need to waste time." Zelin pinned the purse around his waist and blocked it with the hem of his shirt. "I think I should tell the battle mage about this and let them handle it."

The woman snorted softly.

"You are not from Gilneas. I don’t know where you are from a werewolf. Carre of the Kirin Tor believes you are a helper against the Burning Legion. I don’t like him, but he is a good man and he rarely admits wrong. The Burning Legion is back, and my father is going to select excellent werewolf fighters to supplement the Gilneas Brigade and the Royal Grey Guards. You don’t look strong at all, but you can defeat a black knight, that’s enough... . Interested?"

Zelin rubbed the corners of his eyes. The status of the woman in front of me may be very high. Zelin doesn’t know what the Gilneas Brigade and the Royal Grey Guard are. This sounds like a regiment and a royal guard. She didn’t introduce herself. She probably thinks that these words alone are enough to make one. A resident of Azeroth realized her identity and what her father's identity was.

"Sorry, I'm not interested." Zelin shook his head. "If nothing else, I'm leaving, I'm still looking for someone, you have delayed me a lot."

The second thousand and twentieth chapters in black

Smith had never expected that he would perform such a task when he went out as a secret agent of MI7 for the first time.

"Have you done it?" His voice was a little nervous, yes, it was as unreliable and dangerous as asking someone to walk into the palace to assassinate the king. "Jones, are you sure it is here? The people here make me feel very uncomfortable."

"It's okay, man, there are bodyguards, so they dare not do anything to us." Another agent in black pointed his thumb behind him. At the door of the dark secret room, the shadows of the two giant bodyguards were dazzling in the candlelight. Long. "The rules here are like this...I told you that you must bring enough money to Dalaran, and the sewer has a unique set of rules."

"Is the safe ready?"

"Wait a minute, this thing is a bit complicated...I don't understand why you have to go to Dalaran to open it. This is really unnecessary. Who can leak secrets at the headquarters of MI7?"

"Don't complain, this is Master Shaw's order. Don't question the order he personally ordered." Smith paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, his sunglasses pinched in his hands. "Are you sure the connector will meet with us here? The location can't go wrong, right? These **** troll bodyguards are too expensive, they must be pitting us. But the funds left in my hand are not enough. We will hire trolls for a few more days. NS."

"You can't go wrong, you've mumbled it three times... Damn it, can't you stop?"

Jones squatted halfway in front of a small safe, dripping sweat on his forehead. The secret room was very narrow, and no one knew what was in the sewers of Dalaran, let alone who was there. It is reported that as long as you have money, you can buy precious treasures on the black market that are extremely rare and even non-existent in the king's treasury.

"The people here make me nervous."

"Yes, and then you made me nervous too.....Okay! Get it out!" Jones sighed, and Smith hurriedly leaned in.

"What's the order? Let me see!"

"Keep it down."

"Don't worry, the trolls outside are not as intelligent as the ogres. They don't understand us at all. What's the order?"

There was a small note and a book in the suitcase. The agents first opened the book, but there was nothing on it, so they put down the book and picked up the note. The note was written with a line of small characters. After reading the note, the two black agents fell silent.

".......is this real?"

"I don't know, I am very...but this is an order from Master Shaw personally. When you and I were in MI7, you know, Master Shaw handed it to us. Master Shaw ordered us to bring this suitcase to the sewer in Dalaran and meet the informant. He also asked us to exchange this suitcase with the box in the informant's hands. I heard it right then? Master Shaw said , The order that needs to be executed is in the online person’s suitcase."

"That's right, unless we both have ear problems at the same time." Smith wiped his forehead, his hands stained with water. "But I thought at the time that the informant to be connected was another MI7 member, not a group of vampire pirates..."

There was a small writing on the note, asking the Crimson Sword pirates to go to Stormheim and establish a stronghold in Golden Bay.

"When have we established a cooperative relationship with the undead?" Jones shook his head in disbelief. "I never knew about it."

"Maybe only the high-level knows that in order to fight the Burning Legion, we and the Banshee King can become allies, as well as the tribe." Smith took a deep breath, stood up, looked at the door with suspicion, and confirmed the door. After no one peeped. "Hurry up and put the note back, fast! Don't let others find out. Open the safe and check the secret letter. If you let others know, we will all be done."

"Do you still know that doing this will cause you to be executed?" Jones grumbled dissatisfiedly. "If it weren't for you, this trip is too weird, let's open the suitcase and see the order..."

"But you also agree, don't you, Jones? During this period of time, the atmosphere in MI7 was so overwhelming that people could hear the rumors of the agent's disappearance every day. As a result, the people above only ordered us to shut up. Outside of permission to talk, it’s as if nothing happened. Listen, I don’t want to be one of the mysterious missing agents. My wife always thought I was buying for the bakery. If I can’t go back, she should How can you survive the time when the demons are invading?"

"Wait, didn't the agent say that girlfriends are not allowed?"

"That's a lie to the newcomer. You believed it for so long? Don't worry about that much. Get it right. The connector should be coming soon."

The two agents closed the suitcase again and sat on the only two chairs in the secret room. This made them very uncomfortable, as if the people here knew that the secret room would entertain two guests, so only two chairs were prepared inside. If their every move is under surveillance, then they are some kind of agents. The secret room was very boring. The close-fitting black suit was impervious to the wind. Smith pulled the collar. He looked at Jones. Jones stared at the door, rubbing the sunglasses with his fingers, putting on the sunglasses, taking it off, and then putting it back and forth. Back.

Until Jones took off his sunglasses for the fourth time, a new figure finally appeared at the door of the secret room.

A crouched figure stood at the door, behind him were two guards who were also bent back, with scimitars and pistols hanging from their waists. An unpleasant smell of rotting permeated, Smith couldn't help but frown. He didn't like dealing with these things that should have been lying in the grave. Jones pursed his mouth as well, he stood up and put his right hand on his waist. There is a dagger hidden inside the belt.

"So the person who came to meet is you." The undead grinned, only a yellow tooth left in his mouth. "You had better not play tricks and still breathe. Otherwise, there are still a few sailors on my boat, and the guy who drowned in the sewer is only worth dragging the mud on the deck."

"Here is the suitcase for you." Jones asked. He put on his sunglasses again, not knowing whether he wanted to be more serious, to hide his panic, or both. "Did we bring what we need?"

The undead pirate waved his arms with bone joints, and the guard behind him handed over a smaller suitcase. "This is yours, mortal. You'd better be serious. Someone will contact you in the future and tell you information about this city."

Smith was a little surprised, which meant that there were other informants in Dalaran. But why didn't the informant come to meet them directly, but asked the undead pirates to relay the news?

He pushed down his sunglasses.

"I know, if nothing else, we should go."

The undead pirate snorted.

"Keep enjoying your life, mortals, while you can still breathe."

Chapter 2121, The Secret Letter from the Seventh Office of Military Intelligence

The undead pirate left the secret room, the disgusting rancid smell still lingering.

"Holy light, if someone told me before that our MI7 will cooperate with the undead, I must think this is a spy sent by the tribe." Smith sighed, he looked at the suitcase left by the undead, and MI7 Compared to the unpretentious box, the undead's box was engraved with a blood-red long sword. This represents the Crimson Sword. Although it is not as famous as the blackwater pirates and bloodsail pirates, no one wants to deal with this elusive group of vampire pirates. There are rumors that they are Saaines who lived after the Northern Expedition in Northrend, and there is also news that they have been entangled with the navy of Kul Tiras and Lordaeron on the Sea of ​​Infinity before the appearance of the Lich King.

"And they have to perform the tasks handed over by them...Will they do anything in it?"

"Don't think about it, this is the task that Master Shaw personally explained. If you are not sure, how could the Master do this?" Smith shook his head. "Quickly open the suitcase, get the note and leave. Damn, the bodyguards hired here are calculated by the minute!"