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When Shore returned to Stormwind, he was told that the king had fallen asleep, so he had to return to the headquarters of the 7th Military Intelligence Department in the Old Town to write a detailed report on the Red Ridge Mountain incident in his office.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Master of Spy."

Shore raised his head and the door to his office was opened by a goblin. The goblin pressed his hand against his eyebrows and saluted him.

The visitor was "Razor" Rejik, a short goblin. MI7 is different from other organizations in the alliance. In addition to races such as humans, dwarves, night elves, etc., it also recruits goblins and high elves.

"What's the matter?" Shore asked while lowering his head to write his own report.

"There is a secret letter from the king here, and he asks you to hand it over to you immediately after you come back."

"The King's Letter?" Shore put down his pen, walked to Rejik, and took the small envelope.

The impression is intact and has not been opened. Now it can be opened.

Shore quickly swept the text above and threw it into the brazier after reading it.

“When was this letter delivered?”

“It’s noon today.”

The spy master frowned. Half a day has passed...

"Admiral Taylor is still in the storm?"

Rejik thought for a while and replied, "No, he is not here. At two o'clock this afternoon, he left with dozens of warships and headed to Kalimdo in three directions. Lord, what happened?"

"The Baizun is coming back, and the king sends someone to pick him up."

"Bai...Bai Zhu!" Rejik widened his eyes. Only a few people in Stormwind City knew who the name was specifically referring to.

"Then what are we going to do?"

"You contact the spies of Kalimdor immediately and let them pay attention to the movements of the tribe navy. Be sure to be quick."

...

"Is this method effective?" Carrila questioned, staring at the entrance of the prison tunnel. "That's not real human blood."

"North promised me that there would be no problem," Veronara explained in a low voice, "This is a blood substitute."

"I always feel like this plan is a bit hasty."

"Shhh, here it's here!"

The dark rangers who were lying in ambush became quiet.

Someone came to the prison and two soldiers guarding the door stepped forward to interrogate. After a few words, they heard the sound of falling to the ground.

Veronara tightened her weapon and her prey took the bait.

Just an ordinary Forsaken man walked slowly over, but he was able to knock down the guards of the prison.

Several dark rangers hiding in the dark made several gestures to each other, indicating that they didn't know this guy.

Disguising yourself as the most ordinary person, sneaking into the Forgotten to find out the news. Veronara remembered that this was the method used by the Withered to establish an intelligence network.

"Fresh blood." The smile of the Forgotten made Veronala shrink back.

He squatted down and sniffed it carefully, without thinking about why there was a bucket of red liquid in the prison.

With the eyes of several pairs of eyes, this "prey" began to greedily absorb the delicious food in front of him. At first, he showed a very enjoyable posture, the feeling that his body was full of power and he couldn't wait to release the urge.

Veronara still remembers the battle between Ice Crown Fortress and Sarein. She lost a lot of Dark Rangers in that battle. As soon as Sarein comes into contact with blood, its strength will surge several times. And their weaknesses cannot resist the temptation of blood. Now she hopes that North's potion can work as he said.

"It works." Carrila reminded.

The disguised Salain began to stagger, like he was drunk, and he felt something was wrong and wanted to leave.

"Catch him!" Veronara shouted.

The words were still echoing around, and several sharp arrows had been shot out. Sarein had no time to react and was pierced through his arms and legs one after another, frozen on the wall. The dark rangers surrounded him.

"Removing his disguise."

A dark ranger nodded and then sprinkled a bottle of potion on the arrested undead. Salain struggled desperately, and the skin on his body was falling off, revealing the inner layer of the complete but dead skin.

Veronara was a little disappointed. The Salein she caught was not the highest-ranking blood prince, but an ordinary sacrificial priest.

"It's obviously not their leader," Carrila said.

"But he must know who that person is!" Veronara walked to the captive, pressed his sword against his neck, and asked, "You'd better confess everything before I bleed you."

Salein's face was twisted into a weird smile, and his harsh voice was not as elegant as he was when he was alive.

"You never want to know that the Forgotten will collapse from within."

"Thank you for your honesty." Verona pulled her hands and exerted her hard, and dark blood spurted out from Salein's throat. All the dark rangers retreated to prevent the filth from contaminating herself.

This sword did not kill Sarein immediately. Veronara's strength was controlled just right, and she wanted to let this abominable creature die slowly in the most painful process.

"It looks a bit cruel." Carrila turned her head to look at her leader. "The Forgotten has no precedent for the execution of prisoners."

"Then let's break this routine today. Locking these vampires will only become a hidden danger." Veronara stared at the blood on the sword. "Take out all Sarein and let the master behind the scenes know that even if he is hidden in the dark, fear will find him."

...

"I still don't understand what you're talking about, ma'am."

In the residence of the mayor of Nanhai Town, Sylvanas stood in front of the window and looked out at the sea through the window.

The person who spoke was Heni Mareb, the mayor of Nanhai Town. As early as an hour ago, a six-person team including Jaina and her arrived here, but they never persuaded him.

Heni Mareb was short and chubby, with a thick beard and a hat on his head, sitting lazily on a small chair in the middle of the room. He told Jaina that Nanhai Town is now calm and nothing unusual.

"I'm going to say that there is a fleet of Forsaken Fleet heading here, they are fully armed, and you should let the civilians go immediately."

"Why do you want to escape?" Mareb asked with a confused expression on his face.

Jaina blinked, unable to believe that this still needs explanation.

"Martyman Redpass, please tell Ms. Prodmore about the defense of Nanhai Town."

A tall soldier walked in, looking like a mercenary.

Sylvanas turned around. She had heard of the name Redpas in the Silver Northern Expedition Army, an officer stationed in Dalong County. However, the Redpas was dead, and the person in front of him was the man's blood relative.

“I am Marcus Redpass, who is responsible for the defense of Nanhai Town.”
Chapter completed!