Chapter 777 Mathias Shaw
Since the Kingdom of Lordaeron was rebuilt, Queen Calia of Lordaeron has been conscientiously performing her duties.
The maids who are close to the royal palace know that the queen works late every day. After Lordaeron experienced a catastrophe, it was impossible to find too many suitable officials in a short time. to the Queen's shoulders.
But even so, there are still many areas that Jia Liya can’t take care of, such as the intelligence agency problem mentioned by a mentor before.
When Terenas was in power, Lordaeron had an excellent intelligence agency that was not inferior to the SI7 of the Stormwind Kingdom, but with the destruction of the kingdom, many things left behind were destroyed, including talents, money and intelligence. personnel training methods.
In terms of talents, Lordaeron can produce blood by itself, and money can also maintain the entire kingdom through the income obtained during the Northern Expedition and trade with other alliance countries, but only the perfect inheritance training method... no one can replace it.
Now Lordaeron is not completely without intelligence agencies, but that group of rookies in the eyes of SI:7 and the Homeland Strategy Bureau... are nothing more than a group of amateurs who haven't even set foot in the door.
Nowadays, there are demons dancing in the dark in Lordaeron because of the immature intelligence agencies. The royal city is riddled with holes. No matter what country or force, spies can easily infiltrate the city. The whole city is almost completely undefended.
Naturally...the Twilight's Hammer, who has been forced to a certain extent, must choose targets from easy to difficult, after all, they don't have so much time to plan slowly.
Under the secret watch of various forces, the carriage that Alonsus was riding in gradually approached the palace. Led by the mayor of Lordaeron, Fren Agamand, a large group of angry people were shouting slogans demanding that the queen come forward tell the truth.
"Look! That's Alonsus' carriage!"
Mayor Fren saw Alonsus's carriage parked at the gate of the palace with sharp eyes, and as soon as he rolled his eyes, he shouted to a group of incited people around him to look in that direction.
"Get out of Lordaeron, monster!"
"You are not welcome in our kingdom, immortal evil!"
A large group of people frantically rushed towards Alonsus under the instigation of Fren, and the palace guards hurriedly leveled their halberds to stop them.
The people calmed down a little when they saw the sharp weapons in front of them, and the previous clamor gradually subsided.
At this time, Fren turned his head and winked at the crowd, and a man buried in the crowd whose face could not be seen clearly shouted at the right time, "If we don't drive him away, sooner or later we will become his undead, We must seek an explanation from the queen today!"
The mob that had just died down was agitated again. They did not foolishly rush forward against the halberd, but the loud shouts made Alonsus, who had just got off the carriage, stop.
He turned around and looked at the group of applicants with his usual gentle smile, "Everyone, in the name of Alonsus Faol, I assure you that I am definitely not a believer in the sect of the curse. You see, I can still Use the Light."
As he spoke, Alonsus waved his hands and prayed for a large amount of holy light. This warm holy light shrouded everyone present. The high concentration of holy light clearly proved that it was not a fraud.
Some people began to show doubts in their eyes. An aunt scratched her head and said, "This holy light is undoubtedly true. How could the undead use holy light? Who could have lied to us..."
Fren saw that the situation was not good, so he winked at the crowd again, and another Tor immediately shouted, "Don't be fooled by him! The essence of the Holy Light has already been thoroughly studied. As long as you have a firm belief, the undead You can also use Holy Light."
Alonsus's eyes were serious, and the powerful pressure of the epic peak priest immediately locked on the gangster who spoke just now.
"Hmm!"
Where did these **** hired with money have withstood the coercion of such a strong man? This bastard, who wore loose clothes to express his uniqueness, almost spit out his urine on the spot. answer.
'Tsk...useless stuff. '
Fren smacked his mouth in displeasure, and was about to continue to question Alonsus when he suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and instinctively took out the dagger hidden in his waist.
"Hehe~ Mayor of Agamand, don't move around, otherwise I can't guarantee that your head will leave my neck where I have lived for sixty-three years, eight months and seventeen days."
A low-pitched male voice behind Fren reached his ears, and cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the mayor of Lordaeron. He knew very well...that he had been exposed.
Alonsus also saw the situation on Fren's side, he frowned and asked, "Matias Shaw, why are you in the royal city of Lordaeron, why are you holding Mayor Agamand hostage?"
The man named Mathias finally dragged Fren, whose expression was changing, from the crowd to the guards of the palace. The guards seemed to have received the order long ago, and pulled up their halberds to release Mathias. go in.
"Long time no see, Archbishop Fao, you still think of others more than yourself."
Mathias has an ordinary middle-aged face, and he has changed into a linen and rough clothes, so it is really difficult to recognize him at a glance when he mixes with the crowd.
Alonsus said solemnly, "The polite words are omitted. As a thief and intelligence officer, you have perfectly inherited Pasonia's talents, but please answer my question first, why did you appear here to hold her hostage?" Mayor of Lordaeron?"
"Because Mr. Shore's actions are approved by me."
A graceful female voice came from the entrance of the palace. The people present and Aronsus looked up at the same time. It was Calia Menethil, Queen of Lordaeron, who came.
Seeing the puzzled look in Alonsus' eyes, Calia made a calm gesture to him, and then said to the people below under the blessing of the court mage's amplification magic, "Everyone, you ask for an explanation, I will tell you the truth now!"
There was some commotion below. Some people with malicious intentions sensed something was wrong and began to retreat against the crowd. However, in this crowd of people, their actions were extremely conspicuous.
Under the signal of Mathias, the agents of MI7 quickly caught these people who were trying to escape, and mercilessly cut off their tendons and tendons. The **** scene made the people scream. Call.
Queen Calia nodded to Mathias without changing her face, "Mr. Shaw, please."
Fren, who was restrained by Mathias, panicked when he saw the master thief's hand stretching towards his left sleeve. He struggled harder under Mathias' hands, but what he got in return was Mathias' understatement. A knife was drawn at his stamina.
Following this light knife, Fren felt that the strength in his whole body was completely dissipated, only his head could still twist, but that was meaningless.
"Shua!"
Madias picked up the sleeve of Fren's left hand. On his upper arm, there was a shield-shaped flag logo in red as a whole, and a small silver hammer was inlaid on a ring in the middle of the flag.
Some well-informed businessmen who traveled all over the world immediately recognized the origin of this flag.
"The Twilight's Hammer!"
(end of this chapter)