"This annoying sun!"

The burning sun shines on the hilly land. The forest that was cut down due to the outbreak of war a few years ago has not yet recovered, making this land that was once very familiar to Tailes seem a bit deserted.

Dressed like a small businessman, Tales led his pack horse and endured the sunlight. While walking slowly on the road near Tarenmere, he cursed the scorching sun from time to time, while calculating his action plan in his mind.

This was not the first time that Tailes collected intelligence in war-torn areas. In fact, in the past few years, he had done many such things, not only employed by the nobles and merchants of the alliance countries, but even served the necromancers. He was born in the town of South China Sea and naturally knew the environment around the Hillsbrad Hills, but the problem was that at this time, this land was no longer the hometown he remembered.

And this time he was employed by the infamous orcs in Azeroth to search for the traces of another orc. Once discovered by others, his "good reputation" in Ravenhod would be completely destroyed.

The Ravenhod Manor, or the Assassin Alliance, does not care who serves. As long as they get the reward they deserve, they are a group of assassins who despise the royal power and secular wars. This is the "freedom" that the Assassin Alliance claims. But with that being said, unfortunately, in the war between the Alliance and the Orcs, Ravenhod finally stood on the side of the Alliance, and 80% of the members of the Manor are humans. Including the orcs' slaughter of humans, everyone's sense of orcs is not very good in private.

When he thought of this, Tailes became even more disgusted with his tasks, but he could not avoid this search due to his feelings or reason.

"It would have been easier to die in Hindland if I had known that I had been, at least I would not have been as tangled as I am now."

Assassin League high-level assassin Thales frowned and cursed, but he still had to do what he should do, not only for the generous reward, but also for the repayment of his kindness two years ago.

At that time, he was employed by a goblin merchant to explore the fortress of the evil branch trolls in Hinterland, trying to steal the treasures of the trolls, but almost died in the caves full of spiders. If it weren't for the help of Fenris, the chief of the Thunder King clan, who had been poisoned by then, Tailes would have died long ago.

Of course, at this point, Tyles doesn't think that the orc chief Fenris is his friend. After all, for Ravenhod's assassin, only gold coins are his best friend.

"Clang"

After staring at the vicious sun for half an hour, Tailes finally arrived at Nanhai Town. He tied his pack horse to the branches in the shade, stepped forward a few steps, and pushed open the gate of the tavern in the town. Although it was still noon, the tavern here had already sat a lot of people and the environment was not noisy. However, Tailes looked around for a week. Judging from the dress and temperament of the drinkers, these guys obviously did not look like the duty farmers.

If he read that right, most of the people who sit here and drink here are villains who do nothing. From the beginning of the second grade to now, there are more and more people like this in the Kingdom of Ultratown.

Tailes carefully hid his contempt deep in his eyes. He flexibly passed by a few drunk guys, sat on the bartender, waved to the bartender, a dark silver coin flipped between his fingers, and the silver coin was painted with a raven sign. When he saw the silver coin, the bald old bartender narrowed his eyes and nodded to Tailes indifferently.

A few minutes later, the two of them sat in the corner of the tavern.

"Well, this ale is getting worse and worse."

Tailes sucked the wine in the glass, put the cup aside with disgust, and hit his fingers on the table, whispering to the old bartender in front of him:

"What? Have you started making such a bad money recently?"

"Do you need to use good wine when you entertain a group of robbers?"

The old bartender said casually, and he looked around and lowered his voice:

"What are you doing here?"

"Work!"

Tailes picked up an exquisite small wine pot from his arms, drank a sip of wine, wiped his mouth, and said to the old man in front of him: "Is there anything new around Tarenmere recently?"

"If I remember correctly, you are still a member of Ravenhod now?"

The old bartender did not answer Tails' question immediately, he blinked:

"The Assassin League has its own intelligence point in Ultratown. Your friends collect all the information about this ghost place every day. So, as a senior member, why don't you go to them and come to me, the retired old guy?"

"Private life, private life, understand it, and where can anyone get the complete information that the young boys collect? "

Tailes waved his hand awkwardly, and his left hand touched the table, and 10 gold coins were stacked neatly together. The old bartender snorted meaningfully and pointed at the stack of gold coins with his fingers. It was like a magic trick. The gold coins disappeared into his palm, and he coughed lightly:

"Listen to my advice, Tailes, if you don't take advantage of such private work, "Lone Wolf" is not an easy boss to deal with. If you get caught by him, you will be finished."

The old bartender reached out to take the wine pot of Tailes, put it in his hand and played with it for a few seconds before he raised his head and nu Nu’s chin:

"Say it, what do you want to hear?"

Tailes looked at his delicate little wine pot with a painful face. He hesitated for a few seconds, and then lowered his voice:

"I'll find an orc..."

"Um."

The old bartender let out an unspeakable hum. He shook his hand and threw the wine pot in his hand to Thales, his face also became cold:

"Ogrim? Hehe, sorry, if you are such a big shot, this little thing is not enough!"

"Don't be too greedy! Old guy!"

Tailes clenched his teeth: "I only have information!"

"I'm afraid you may not know how expensive the information about Orgrim is now!"

The old bartender picked up his arms and said softly:

"After he escaped from prison, Lordaeron, Stormgard, and Dalaran all sent their best spies to Ultratown, and the robbers who occupied the mountains and became kings. They were also used by the bureaucrats, searching almost inch by inch across the hills, and syndicates, do you know them? A group of exiled nobles who were eager to restore the country were also searching for the orc in a crazily manner."

The old man pointed his finger behind him, the drunken villains who had been drunk, lay on the table and looked at Tailes:

"Why do you think they were drunk when they ran to me at noon? Look, not only do you want to get some news from me, but others, and their bids are much more generous than you!"

The old bartender spread his hands:

"So you think, why should I help you? Everyone in our business knows that don't talk about friendship with me. After Pirenod lost the throne and the Presto family escaped, now Ultratown is already a lawless place!"

"This ghost place is no longer orderly and completely out of control. Tarenmill is patronized by robbers every three days. Even the most honest farmer cannot survive. He fled to Gilness or Lordaeron with his family. The forest is full of "thieves". They have to grab territory and fire almost every day, and corpses are thrown on the side of the road every day."

The old man said in a nagging manner:

"If Nanhai Town had not been protected by the Kurtiras Navy, I'm afraid it would have been regarded as a fat sheep. Every day when I sleep, I would have a loaded musket under my pillow. Look around you, there are robbers, thieves, and murderers everywhere. It's so bad. Now only the sound of gold coins can make me feel happy and relaxed."

A trace of sadness flashed in his narrowed eyes, but soon the look was covered by the philistine light. He patted Tailes' wrist, stood up, and said in the assassin's ear:

"Little Tails, listen to my advice, leave this and don't rush into this muddy water!"

"So do you really have some news?"

Tailes looked at the old bartender's back and gritted his teeth, took something out of the backpack he carried with him, and put it in his hand. It was a wine pot filled with elf-style carvings, inlaid with various colors of jewelry. The most special thing was that there were several runes with unsatisfactory meaning engraved under the wine pot. In the shining of the runes, the surface of the artwork made of gold and silver would be covered with a fog-like frost.

The moment the thing was taken out, more than a dozen greedy eyes fell on Tailes, and the old bartender turned around and stared at the things in Tailes' hand. His eyes narrowed again, then walked to the assassin again, sat opposite him, reached out to take the wine pot from Tailes' hand, and put it in his hand to check it repeatedly.

"Well, at least it is an antique that has been over 2,000 years old. This emblem seems to be a treasure of the noble family of Quel'thalas, and has been carved with perfect undead runes. Tsk tsk, I can't imagine where you got this treasure from."

The old bartender held the exquisite wine pot tightly in his hand, and he looked at Tailes:

"So, you decided?"

The assassin closed his eyes and refused to let himself see the treasure that belonged to him just now. It was the treasure he got from Terion Dawn 4 years ago, and it was one of the most expensive things in his collection.

He nodded stiffly, which made the old bartender sigh. After a moment, a stacked animal skin was stuffed into his hand with a secret method of conveying messages between assassins. The old bartender patted Tailes on the shoulder:

"I don't know where Orgrim is, but more than ten days ago, the fleeing orc and Lordaeron's knights fought. I found this, which should be something the orc carried with me. I heard from you, Orgrim could have gone directly to the Arachi Highlands to join the rebellious orcs, but he didn't!"

"There is a reason he risked his life to stay in Ultratown. Orgrim is also looking for something, and the only clue is now in your hands. As long as you walk out of this door, all the forces active in Ultratown will regard you as a thorn in your side. I can only help you here. If you are lucky enough to live, I will invite you to drink when you come back!"

"Now, get out of my pub before those people have arrived! Don't cause any more trouble for an old man."

Tailes clenched the skin in his hand, staring at the old bartender, and he whispered:

"At least give me another direction, Ultralist is so big..."

The old man glanced at the wine pot in his hand. He pursed his lips with some pain, and finally said a place:

"The last place he appeared is Kaoran Dagger! Go."

"Thanks."

Tailes picked up his silver wine pot and drank the fine wine in it. He looked back and saw that the guys who were not drunk in the pub were silently blocking the door of the pub and looking at him with bad eyes.

A silent laughter appeared at the corner of the assassin's mouth. His flexible fingers flipped, and a dark light radiated through his fingertips. He walked towards the door of the tavern in front of everyone. In the eyes of the old bartender returning to the bar, the assassin moved his shoulders, but he didn't see how he was doing. A thin red line appeared on the neck of a strong man blocking him. The next moment, blood gushed out.

"It's just a bunch of scattered people."

In the low voice, Tails' figure was like flying shadows, shuttled back and forth among the chaotic crowd. Two unusual daggers were held in the palm of his hand. Every fierce blow would take away a life.

The high-level assassin who completely let go of his hands faced these robbers who could only scare ordinary people, was like a god of death who reaped life. No one could stop him.

Two minutes later, Tayles, who was covered in blood, pushed open the tavern gate. There was still a scorching sun shining on the desolate land. He pursed his lips, walked to the tavern gate, untied the rope and chew of the old pack horse, and patted it on the neck.

"Run, old guy, I'll be the only way to go next."

As he spoke, the assassin carried his carefully tidied backpack behind him, identified the direction, and quickly rushed out of the tavern and advanced rapidly towards the Altlan Mountains northwest of the Hillsbrad Hills.

His mission goal is there, and he must get there before being caught.

Chase and kill, this is the fate of the assassin.
Chapter completed!