Chapter 776 The shadow that is about to move
Two days before the end of the battle in the Firelands, a series of strange rumors suddenly appeared in the King City of Lordaeron in the northern part of the Eastern Continent.
"Did you know? I heard that Archbishop Fao is actually a follower of the Cursed Sect."
"What? I said how could he come back from the dead, so..."
"Hey! What are you talking about? The Archbishop is called by the Holy Light to return to the world, what does it have to do with the Damned Sect?"
"Hehe, I don't know if you have seen the evil dagger on the waist of Archbishop Faol? That doesn't look like an item bestowed by the Holy Light."
Similar rumors are constantly being spread throughout the city by people with ulterior motives. Although most people don't want to believe it, the content of the rumors is becoming more and more perceptive.
Except for some devout believers of the Holy Light, even the officials of Lordaeron began to have some doubts about the rumors.
At this moment, the mayor of Lordaeron, an old man who had served as an official in the former Kingdom of Lordaeron, suddenly stood up and asked Queen Calia to give an explanation.
Taking this as an opportunity, a round of calls for the queen to disclose the truth broke out in a planned manner throughout the royal city.
Calia did know the truth, but she knew very well that Alonsus was not a follower of the Cult of the Damned, although he did have a strange dagger emitting dark power in his hand.
Aronsus sighed after receiving the Queen's call, patted the Dark Empire Sword on his waist and said softly, "Sure enough, your existence has been noticed by caring people. This timing is too bad..."
"Haha! This method of using rumors to incite people reminds me of an interesting person, but unfortunately he was unwilling to be my new host, otherwise I wouldn't have chosen you, a boring old man."
Xalatas was not at all disturbed by Alonsus' worries, but laughed excitedly.
For the ancient gods, chaos is the situation they want to see. The current turbulent continent makes Xalatas, the remnant soul of the ancient god, very happy. It is a pity that the old stubborn Alonsus did not intend to bring it to the world. front.
Years of getting along made Xalatas feel a little bored with this old man who didn't like oil and salt, no matter how he tempted Alonsus, he would not be moved, but before the death of the archbishop, Xalatas couldn't help himself. to find a new owner.
Now seeing that Alonsus is in trouble, this guy may not know how happy he is, but it is normal to just gloat and sneer.
Putting on a monk's hat to cover the top of his Mediterranean head, Alonsus ignored Xalatas' sarcasm, and stepped out of his office in the Holy Light Cathedral with steady steps.
The bishops and priests along the way did nothing different, and they still respectfully sent the archbishop away. Those who were closest to Alonsus knew very well that it was impossible for Archbishop Fao to join the Sect of the Damned.
The devout believers of the Holy Light outside the door also expressed their support for Alonsus before he boarded the carriage. Alonsus still bid farewell to them with a gentle smile.
A human man wearing a hood was mixed among the believers. After seeing Alonsus heading towards the palace, he quickly slipped out of the prayer crowd and quietly came to a secluded alley.
"Hiss!"
Following his weird cry from the end, a figure shrouded in shadow appeared in the alley, and the backlit alley could not see the other party's appearance clearly.
The man in the hood put down the hood on his head, revealing a square face with Chinese characters. Unfortunately, the stern expression on his face clearly told others that this person was not a kind person.
"Alonsus has already set off, and the reward you promised us for the Arrow Snake Society should also be given out?"
"Hehe~"
The person in the shadow chuckled, "Of course, Mr. Muke, isn't the reward right here?"
Muk listened to the sound of gold coins colliding in the pouch, with a greedy look in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand with a smile, ready to take the money pouch from the other party.
"Happy cooperation, next time if you have any...uh!"
Mook looked down at the dagger pierced into the heart in disbelief, grabbed the hand of the shadow with his last strength and asked, "Why... why? I did everything you said..."
The man of shadows pulled out his dagger and chopped off Muck's left hand that was holding onto his sleeve. Muck, who had already died, fell to the ground and still kept his eyes wide open. The blood flowing from his chest covered the wet ground of the alley. .
"snort!"
The shadow man removed Mook's hand that was left on his clothes, looked at the dying gangster on the ground mockingly, and said, "Because you have crossed the line and sold my news to other people at the same time."
Knelt down and wiped the blood on the dagger on Muck's body, the man who still couldn't see his face said in a low voice, "Clean up here, we should go, the sword of the dark empire will return to my god!"
"Yes! The glory of the true God protects us!"
After the group of purple-robed monsters packed up the murder scene and left, a slender figure wearing a blood-red leather suit suddenly appeared in the alley from the darkness.
"Oh, I really didn't expect that the Twilight's Hammer penetrated so deeply into Lordaeron. It really needs to establish a comprehensive intelligence agency like ours."
This clear and playful voice and the two pointed ears exposed outside the blood-red hood clearly revealed the identity of this person, a high elf woman.
A helpless female voice sounded at the alley, "Teacher... You are easy to say, how long has it been since Lordaeron was rebuilt? The intelligence agency left by Terenas has been destroyed long ago, and the current queen can maintain the current state of Lordaeron." The situation has become very difficult.”
The person who made the sound was not wearing a hood, revealing a neat short silver hair and a beautiful face of a high elf.
The female elf known as the mentor waved her hand indifferently, "I'm just talking, these mice finally showed their tails, Lucina, how about Stromgarde?"
"It's not so good. Due to the natural jealousy of the Forsaken towards the living and their endless resentment towards their own experiences, the mission of the Twilight's Hammer is smoother than that of Lordaeron. Under our guidance, Solas has already noticed some clues , and investigations are underway."
"Well... Sure enough, one of the goals of these guys is to provoke a larger-scale conflict between the Alliance and the Horde. It would be better if there were some big troubles inside."
"Yes, mentor, I think so too."
The elf woman wearing a full-body blood-tooth leather armor suit walked up to Luchina and put her arms around her shoulders and said, "Don't be so strict, no one says that agents must have a straight face."
Luchina sighed faintly, "No one said that an agent must fly and escape like a mentor..."
Excellent agent Luchina quickly collected her emotions and asked seriously, "Do we need to personally stop the Twilight's Hammer's actions in Lordaeron? It seems that they will make a big fuss."
"Hehe, no need."
The instructor held his chin in his hand and deliberately imitated someone and said, "Cho'gall actually puts his hope on the Dark Empire Sword that he once discarded, which means that he has been forced to jump the wall. Light Heights is progressing smoothly."
"and…"
The instructor's voice became serious, and she patted Luchina's head heavily to warn, "You have to remember, we can't be exposed to the eyes of outsiders at will, at most we can only convey some news secretly to Lordaeron, Otherwise, it will cause very serious diplomatic disputes, remember our oath?"
"yes!"
Luchina bowed her head piously and said, "Everything is false, and everything is allowed. We work in the dark to serve the light."
The instructor smiled with satisfaction, "Very well, then let's watch a good show."
(end of this chapter)