"Okay, at least this suitcase doesn't need me to pry it open..." Jones put his hands on both sides of the suitcase. After a few seconds, with a slight click, the suitcase lid opened and there was lying inside. An envelope stained with light yellow spots. Jones pursed his mouth, pinched the corner of the envelope with **** and took it out. "Oh...I hate the smell."

"Let me do it." Smith took out the leather gloves from his pocket, put them on and took the envelope, tore a corner and pulled out the folded letter paper. "This group of vampires can actually write...Oh, I wonder if this is a problem."

"What's the matter?"

"Look at this order." Smith showed the letter to his companions. "I can't believe this thing is true. That Anbo... that Anbo doesn't look like a monster possessed by a demon, or a spy turned into by the Dreadlord. The devil will not escape to Dalaran. ...What's going on? Didn't they claim that they had killed the demon disguised as an agent in Booty Bay? What happened to this Anbo? If she is true... .."

Jones stood beside Smith, looking at the order in the letter. The two were silent for a while. It stands to reason that as agents, they must execute the order given above. They knew it on the first day of becoming an agent. Don't ask about the reason for the order, because there are things that shouldn't be known to a low-level agent. It is impossible for MI7 to explain the secrets of each command to the agents below. They are the executors, not the seekers.

"Maybe we should get in touch with the local agents?" Jones said at last. "Ask him to verify the authenticity of this order. If it is false, we will immediately report to MI7. The Crimson Sword is not a reliable ally. If it is true... we follow Command execution."

Smith didn't speak, but just nodded.

MI7 has corresponding spies everywhere, even Dalaran is no exception. This is a huge secret organization, or rather, a secret organization that everyone knows. Everyone knows the MI7 serving for the Alliance, and even the names of some MI7 spies have been spread throughout Azeroth.

Not everyone can join MI7, but Joseph has always believed that joining MI7 might be the best way for him. So when he received the invitation letter from MI7 at the lamb waiting to be slaughtered, he almost missed and threw away the bag with soul fragments.

"Oh, you can't wait to feed me in advance?" The succubus Christine beside her smiled seductively. She bent down and picked up a soul shard, and threw a kiss to Joseph. "It's so wonderful, oh, I can almost see the struggling soul in the fragments~ Thank you, my most handsome and brave master."

With that, the succubus was about to put the fragments into his mouth.

"No, no, it's not time to pay for the new soul shards according to the contract." Joseph picked up the purple bag, counted the number of soul shards in it, and stretched out his fingers to pinch Christine's cheeks. The soul fragments with a little drool were taken out. "Everything must be done in accordance with the contract, and now the soul fragments are not easy to handle at all."

The alliance has a set of rules for warlocks. They must act according to the rules. During the war, the demons must be used to fight for the alliance. The usual summoning rituals and slave demons must be reported to the local mage and be supervised. Among them, the only way to obtain soul fragments is death row prisoners. If not, most warlocks would choose to join the Shadow Harvest Council and leave Azeroth to freely carry out activities and demon rituals in the territory of the Twisting Void, otherwise it would not be possible in Joseph's hands. There are extra soul fragments.

"Huh, stingy master." The succubus snorted, but there was a charming smile on his face. She embraced Joseph's neck and rubbed her cheek against his chest. "The master is so powerful, you can't get some soul fragments for others. The outside is so messy, and there are wandering mortals everywhere. Wouldn't it be easy for you to get soul fragments? A powerful warlock like the master should have more demons. You work and become your servant. Do you want to summon more succubus to accompany your master? I can't bear it alone."

"No, now you go back to the demon circle and continue to prepare the fel ritual. I want to study a new demon contract method." Joseph pushed away the succubus blankly. Every warlock will learn the types of demons in the Twisting Nether and their backgrounds. There used to be males in the succubus clan until the Burning Legion appeared. The succubus killed all the males of the whole clan and joined the Burning Legion. Of course, the succubus will usually deny this in private, and insist that their race is only female. But believing the devil's words is a joke in itself. "I won't break the contract, and don't even think about it."

"How dare I disobey your orders, Master." The succubus smiled and left Joseph.

After the demon servant left, Joseph took out the MI7 secret letter sent by the agent. A smug smile appeared on his face, showing sharp teeth at the corners of his mouth. Obviously, the people of MI7 finally realized that they needed an expert in demonology to deal with the crisis of the Burning Legion's invasion. In the past, when these agents dealt with intelligence, they faced problems within Azeroth. Whether it was an undead or an orc, this was a race they knew. But the last time the demon invaded Azeroth was more than 20 years ago, and now in the demonology, Joseph believes that not many people in Stormwind can surpass him.

Therefore, after the last battle of Mingjing Lake, he chose to give the bonus to his fellow werewolves, so that when he faced the scorer of MI7, he would give himself more credit so that the people above would notice. Own abilities.

Today, the MI7 invitation letter in hand is proof of success.

I just don't know what the business of that equally powerful comrade is in Dalaran. Maybe he has a chance, he can also recommend Ze Lin to join MI7. Joseph did not believe in demon servants, especially when fighting against the Burning Legion. The MI7 recruited him to perform tasks related to the devil. At that time, a reliable sword would be more secure than a dangerous **** guard.

Turning over the back of the letter paper and looking at the check-in location written on it, Joseph couldn't help frowning.

Garden area.

This city used to be the residence of the nobles of Stormwind, until Deathwing attacked Stormwind, completely destroying the garden area and the city barracks. Nowadays, the workers have basically completed the restoration of the urban area, and many nobles have moved into the garden area again. It's just that compared with the bustling garden area in the past, the garden area today is more like a city square. Only near the edge of the mage area and the temple area are there a few noble villas. Most of the nobles of Stormwind who survived that attack chose to leave the city and set up manors by lakes and woodlands outside the city.

"Mission 7 suspects that there is noble collusion with the Burning Legion..." Joseph thought for a while, shook his head, folded the letter and stuffed it into the inner pocket of his robe. "Oh, it's the trouble again."

Joseph took a deep breath and patted his cheek.

This is why he stayed in Stormwind when other warlocks went to the Twisting Nether to fight the Burning Legion for ambition and strength. He has ambitions that are not the same as other warlocks. This will be an opportunity for him to go further, and he absolutely cannot give up.

Who would ignore the solicitation of the Wang family?

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"....... Are you not interested in my proposal?"

In Dalaran, the black-haired woman frowned, her eyes filled with suspicion. "Listen, I don't know where you are the werewolf, the Bloodfang clan in the Silverpine Forest, or my people and night elves in the twilight forest to help retrieve the sane wild werewolves. I am not bargaining. Interest, if you think that you can pretend to be uninterested and take the opportunity to raise the asking price, then I can tell you that you are thinking too much, and you are thinking wrong."

"You are also wrong, ma'am." Zelin shook his head. "I'm just a businessman. If you want to know more, you are welcome to visit the simple enchanting shop. If you want to improve the combat effectiveness of your subordinates and buy magic equipment that may better protect them, then you are looking for the right person. But. I’ve never thought about joining the army. I didn’t have it in the past and I won’t be there in the future. If you have nothing else, please allow me to leave."

Zelin bent over slightly, then turned and left.

He didn't know who this woman was, nor how she found him. Obviously, some people are staring at themselves and inquiring about him, which makes him very uncomfortable. He had known before that there was an organization called the Uncrowned. After the demon hunters found the demon spy in Stormwind, they followed him and sent Burns to investigate his whereabouts. If Zelin was a resident of Azeroth, he would certainly not care about it. After all, the uncrowned were also fighting against demons, just like Zelin did. But in fact, Zelin came from another world, and he didn't want his world to be discovered by the forces of Azeroth.

If this situation continues, I am afraid Zelin must consider the possibility of returning to his own world in advance. Compared with a griffin, confidentiality is obviously more important.

When Zelin's back disappeared at the corner of the street, a figure in a red tights walked out beside the house next to the black-haired woman.

"How about, Tess?"

The woman called Tess glanced at her companion next to her and shook her head. "He doesn't want to join, Valeira."

"He might not want to be involved in camp disputes." Valeira's clothes showed a bright red, which was far from the low-key of the stalker. The low-cut tights outline a slim waist. Between the flame-like shoulder armor, a pair of thin elf ears protrude from the openings on both sides of the bright red hood. There is also an opening at the back of the hood, which is tied together in gold. The long hair hangs down to the waist. The black belt on the waist is inlaid with an emerald green crystal, and only one hem provides some shelter, but it can't cover the white and powerful thighs. "Those who fight for friends are the most reliable."

"Like you?" Tess gave Valeira a blank look. "Unfortunately, his strength is somewhat lacking. But it should be able to contribute to the fight against the Burning Legion. If he is unwilling to join the alliance, the uncrowned can recruit him."

"What if he rejects the uncrowned?" Valeira tilted her head. "According to the report, he noticed the spy sent by General Teseth."

"Then I'm curious if he is playing for other people."

Tess snorted and turned back into the dark alley. The dagger in Valeira's hand flipped a circle between her fingers, and the blood elf rogue disappeared in place.

When Zelin returned to the Magic Hotel anxiously, he received a rare piece of good news.

"Zelin, you are back."

The awakened Xisali and Oleja sat in the lobby of the Magic Hotel together, tasting the translucent drink in the glass, like some kind of juice. The variety of Azeroth's drinks made Zelin the first time. After seeing the menu, I gave up my intention to remember them. In the past, he would always habitually remember some seemingly useless information, such as the special food and beverages of the locals, festival customs, and tastes of clothing. No one knows whether this information will help in unexpected times, but Zelin believes that if he puts down his sword one day, he should be a qualified folklorist.

"Good noon." Zelin walked toward them and sat down across from Xisali. "Has the well water arrived?"

"Yes, my dear." Hisalie looked very energetic, with a smile in her eyes. "The blood elf came here just now. She sent the things. I have used the well water. I think that person should be able to recover soon. According to my estimation, it will be within two days. Oh. By the way, I fed her some porridge today. She was in a coma for so long and not eating for too long is not conducive to her recovery."

"Yes, I almost forgot about it." Zelin rubbed his forehead. In the past few days, he has forgotten that Anbo still needs to eat. Although she is in a coma, she still needs food to fill her stomach. "Has the priest gone?"

"Yes, Val'sharah's situation is not so good." Xisali sighed. "I heard that the devil appeared near Val'sharah, some of the local treants were corrupted, and the Green Dragonflight and some archdruids had already set off. After a while, Lord Malfurion will also lead the Moonglade. The druids set off."

"A boat?"

"By boat? No, we will go through the passage of the Emerald Dream, but recently, the dream has become no longer safe." Xisali stretched her waist and moved her shoulders. After a few seconds of silence, she suddenly smiled again. "Oh, dear, don't talk about these things. When do we continue yesterday's discussion today? I really want to hear the follow-up to the story you told me yesterday. You and a female warrior are getting rid of the **** of the devil. Later, I met again in the snow-covered stone fortress. Then what did you do? Oh, you can’t stop every time you talk about the finale. I dreamed about the next story development yesterday."

Zelin's face stiffened. "Hisally, it's only four o'clock in the afternoon."

"But it's been thirteen hours since the last time, isn't it? Long time." Xisali blinked. "Time is precious, maybe we can go shopping before this? Several of my sisters have had werewolf boyfriends. They said that you like walking around at night, especially when the moon is bright, which makes you feel happy physically and mentally. "

"Story? What's the story?" Oregaard raised her head from the dinner plate, still holding a strand of noodles in her mouth, which is a specialty food of the Pandaren. "You were telling a story last night? Why didn't you call me? I also want to hear about the heroes' deeds against evil." She sucked and sucked the noodles into her mouth. "I want to listen tonight too. When will you start? Can you come to the patient's room? So I can look after the patient while listening to your stories!"

Hisalie tapped Oregaard's forehead with her finger.

"Shut up and eat your dinner."

Chapter 2123: The Recruitment Plan of the Archmage

Yamily has never felt that life is so wonderful.

In the past, she was just an unknown young man, an apprentice who worked hard to complete her studies as a mage. Quel'Thalas didn't know how many blood elves like her were struggling in the academic quagmire. The apprentices are in intrigue, to please the tutor, just to learn the secret magic knowledge, in order to get the rare graduation place. She no longer knows how many times she has been desperate, maybe only by constantly staying up all night and struggling, and relying on fatigue to numb her heart, can she continue to persevere. Only if you are tired and don't think about it, can you continue to walk in the future according to your previous expectations.

But now, she doesn't have to worry about academic problems at all. When her classmates were still trying to find a new mentor, hoping to be appreciated by other magisters and received a letter of recommendation, she could already wait for Silvermoon City to send the ring that proved the identity of the mage. She didn't know why the Magisters Association of Silvermoon City cared so much about this matter, as if they were very eager to show kindness to the Council of Kirin Tor. But anyway, this is a good thing for her. Everyone's attitude towards her has become friendly and enthusiastic, as if she were their best friend and relative.