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The Black Blade Organization is the intelligence agency of the Forgotten, but the entire agency is not just about collecting intelligence. Nathanos once said that this organization will penetrate into various corners of Azeroth. For the sake of convenience, Nathanos asked Belmont to divide the Black Blade Organization from within into multiple departments. Among them, the death hunter in the Black Blade Organization is carried out assassination mission.

Allerick Hawkkins is one of the death hunters, also known as the Death Killer.

As an assassin in Belmont, he should have removed those who threatened the Forsaken. However, a month ago, he suddenly received the mission to the top and was asked to monitor the battle situation of Silitus. Originally, such a mission should not be completed by him. However, Belmont said that Silitus is now full of dangers and the scouts may not be able to protect themselves, so they can only send more powerful death hunters to carry out the mission. Hawkkins successfully ended this journey.

He walked in the dim tunnel of Maraton, unable to wait to tell Belmont about Silitus.

Wonderful, really wonderful. Hawkkins thought to himself, and a strange smile appeared involuntarily on the corner of his mouth.

"Master Belmont?" The death hunter stopped, and his boss was pacing back and forth in the aisle leading to his master's room, obviously a little anxious.

"Hawkins?" Belmont recognized the other party's identity at a glance. "How is your mission done?"

"I came back to report. You must not have imagined how capable the orc named Valok Sarufal was. He really defeated the Amquira worms, and he united the two parties incompatible with the Alliance Tribe with just one exciting speech. I still remembered his generous speech. Do you want to hear it?"

"Don't want to. You should say it to the master of the Withered, maybe he will be interested." Belmont responded coldly, making Hawkkins a little helpless.

"How is the master in a good mood today?"

"What do you ask about this?"

"If he is in a bad mood, I won't disturb you."

"How can you delay the intelligence of Silitus?" Belmont condemned, stretching out his hand, "giving the information to me, I will hand it over to the master myself."

The death hunter did as he did, but he quickly focused his focus on his superiors in front of him.

"Sir, why are you walking back and forth here? Is there something wrong with that?"

Belmont glanced at his subordinates, and now he had no choice but to tell the reason why he was impatient. "I have a lot of news to tell Lord Wither, but none of them are good, and the worst thing is that there is a news here that is extremely bad for Lord Nathanos."

Hawkkins blinked, knowing that Belmont could not tell him what news was. The other party was just asking for advice and how to explain to the master. "My information is good, sir." He smiled and looked at the leader of the Dan Blade, "I don't know how bad your news is for our leader, or what will happen after he read it, but I know that the master hates hiding more than bad."

This sentence awakened Belmont, and he nodded subconsciously, as if he was the one who was driven. "You are right, Hawkins. I am indeed a little scared, afraid that the master's confidence will be hit, but it is better to say it than not."

He turned and left, and the place where the Withered man handled various complicated official duties was in the small room two hundred meters ahead. Belmont knew clearly that he had actually been noticed by Nathanos long ago, and perhaps his hesitation had made the Withered man mentally prepared.

A knock on the door sounded, and a dull sound came from inside.

"Come in."

"Master." Belmont bowed at the door.

"Speak any bad news."

Sure enough! Belmont shook all over, glad that he was not a living person now, otherwise he would have been sweating profusely and was full of ugly appearance.

"There is good news about Silitus."

Nathanos didn't stop the pen in his hand. There were too many things on the Razor Heights that forced him to seize every second. "It seems that you are not carrying out the mission in Cilitus."

"Hawkins is back and he handed me the information."

The wither glanced up slightly and immediately saw the document with the words "Anqira". In fact, Belmont still had several such documents in his hand, but the other party seemed to have intentionally or unintentionally put the report of Cilitus on the top.

"Please put it here," Nathanos said, still focusing on the work at hand.

"You can watch it anytime, master."

"kindness."

Belmont wanted to say something, but he was afraid of being scolded, so he closed the door and left.

There was only the Withered One. In the past, he was the only one here, but why? Why did Belmont feel so uneasy when he sent the information to him as usual?

An emotion made Nathanos put down his quill, which was never an emotion. Even when he was young, he was trapped in the snow-capped mountains during boring training and learning, he never felt this way - loneliness. A sense of loneliness and oppression made Nathanos' brows twist together with anger. He reached out to hold the information and read it one by one.

First letter: About Silitus

The tribal hero, Varok Sarufar's wisdom surpassed his force. He assigned and commanded the alliance and the tribe's army very well, but it took five days to hit the Scarab Wall. But the progress afterwards did not seem to be smooth, with endless insects, and the United Army struggled to maintain the front. The towering city wall blocked Sarufar's fierce offensive outside. More than twenty days passed like this. Finally, at the end of the month, the United Army obtained a treasure called "Steam of Quicksand", which could open the door to the Qila Cyborg people's kingdom. I witnessed with my own eyes that Sarufar's passionate declaration has always been remembered in my heart:

I am Brox's brother, Sarufar. (He stood in front of the Kalimdo coalition and shouted, and the orcs always said that they were their son and their brother, and they didn't care whether others knew his relatives.)

I am the supreme commander of the Kalimdo coalition. You all know this. (He paused for a moment and looked around the soldiers who were nervous. It was incredible that the Alliance people did not whisper about his identity.)

An orc, a real orc warrior, has only one pursuit in his life: he will die in the glorious battle on the battlefield in the decisive battle of the enemy.

Many of you have not participated in real battles. Peace, peace has been with us for many years. We have done nothing these days, but we have also fought for many years.

During those years of fighting, we sometimes became enemies of each other, and the Burning Legion and the Undead natural disasters ravaged our homes and killed our loved ones. The smoke filled the sky and the earth, and the bugs were hidden at our feet, lurking under our homes, waiting.

Waiting to kill us all, starting with our children, to please their God.

And what will we do for the gods we worship and our firm beliefs?

We swear to resist to the death, and we will never give up. We are a whole, a united whole. We will win, and their gods will surely fail.

Today, if we die in battle and die in this battlefield, we will still be glorious even if we die. Today, if we die in battle, it is to protect our children, our families, our... lovers!
Chapter completed!