ebookland Chapter 331 Trouble is coming
Chapter 331 Trouble is coming
Assassination! Assassination!
Assassination, in essence, involves hiding in the shadows and using various inconspicuous or concealed methods to eliminate the target. This could include planting a bomb, poisoning the target, or using a Barrett rifle with a sight from a great distance to snipe the enemy.
Are these methods feasible?
Of course! The gnome artificers of Azeroth have mastered the art of combining machinery and magic to make anything possible.
Not only are gnomes highly skilled with firearms, but goblins are equally adept at explosives... and with the added enhancement of magic, the world-destroying weapons of the creators are not just legends. It's rumored that agents of Stormwind's SI:7 have already been issued a small number of these weapons.
Of course, it seems that the Undercity still relies on traditional methods, such as thieves or spies to carry out ambushes or assassinations.
At most, they would coat the daggers with poison, and even undead archers rarely poisoned their arrows, because these death arrows themselves carried the plague and decay magic, and mortals could not touch them, for touching them would result in death.
These highly efficient and powerful methods were unusable by Lorraine and his apprentice.
Lorraine wasn't without bombs and poison; powerful salt bombs and elemental salt bombs helped her rescue the strange prisoner with the Shadow Eye in Dalaran. This directly caused chaos within Dalaran, giving the Queen of Undercity an opportunity to seize power.
Having witnessed the power of bombs, Lorraine and his apprentice cherished them all the more.
Needless to say, the anti-magic potion that has repeatedly proven its effectiveness is another story. This time, Rowling has already reluctantly used up the remaining few bottles of anti-magic potion, along with the deadly reagent given by the alchemist Tarren Mill.
The only problem was that he couldn't bring himself to harm civilians, so he only administered anti-magic potions.
The poisonous, deadly agent had been ingested by the puppy named Stanford. In just over an hour, the puppy would transform into a plague beast, wreaking havoc on the village. It was Rollin's biological alarm clock, both the bait and the signal to launch the attack.
He also mentioned this news in his secret message.
It's just unknown whether Lilith and her siblings, who are far away, and their companions in the [Death Whisperer] guild will receive his urgent message, as magical secret messages from the Azeroth Post Office don't always arrive instantly.
This may depend on whether the post office's behind-the-scenes staff are fulfilling their duties!
It's said that most of the employees at the Azeroth Post Office are goblins, who prefer running the gambling business in the arena to post office operations...
In short, sending such important information to a companion with whom he hadn't been in contact for a long time was a reluctant choice. After dawn, humanity's all-out attack will begin, and Lorraine has yet to complete any of the mission objectives he was given...
The teacher's disguise was good, but the efficiency needs to be improved!
It's unclear whether the anti-magic potion actually worked. These mages rarely use magic when they're not in battle... Magic is extremely precious to human mages and isn't something to be squandered.
Throughout the banquet, Roland did not see any mage cast any spells, so he could not be sure if his previous preparations had been effective.
With two high-profile enemy targets gone, Roland wasn't in a hurry. What worried him was how to wipe out the assassination targets in one fell swoop... and find the Undercity spy before the human camp by the lake could react.
Having obtained the Queen's treasure...
Having spent so much time trying to replicate Ambermill's successful tactics, Rolin clearly lacked help and inside support.
His army of undead minions was also absent; everything was done discreetly...
Time ticked by, and Major William, burdened with military duties, was forced to lead several officers into a state of combat readiness. The remaining targets gradually departed; none of them were on the list, and Rowling wasn't particularly concerned...
However, even though he avoids causing trouble for others, trouble still comes knocking on his door!
Luo Lin, who was hiding in an inconspicuous corner, was immediately surrounded by people.
A VIP, clad in ornate armor, stood with one foot on a simple long wooden table at the banquet, pointing at Roland and beckoning his men to seize him. Roland saw a dozen or so men rushing towards him.
Even as the mayor tried to intervene, shouting, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding! Marshal Garin, you can't treat Mr. Barbaras like this! You can't!"
The red-armored guards of Stromgarde shoved the mayor aside, knocking him into the table, chairs, and food behind him.
Behind them, the Lordaeron veterans hired by the mayor couldn't help but hold down their weapons, but the mayor awkwardly gestured for his brothers to be patient.
He wiped the leftover food from his face and shouted, "Lady Katerina has appointed Mr. Barbaras as her court poet. Marshal Garin, you can't touch him!"
To everyone's surprise, this statement only fueled the anger of the person involved.
"Hmph, Katarina really did choose this liar. No, I must protect her and keep her from getting hurt."
Originally, Garin rushed out of the conference hall only to teach Rolin a lesson, but now he has murderous intent.
In any case, the lives of ordinary civilians in this area are almost no different from those of animals.
"Chop him up for me!"
Prince Garin immediately changed his orders. The Red-Armored Guards, who had previously come with great fanfare to capture Rolin, now drew their short swords. They carried several weapons, and only their nimble short swords were needed to deal with Rolin.
Typically, a frail bard like Rolin, dressed in a linen robe, could not withstand a single punch or kick from an armored knight who had undergone years of equestrian training and mounted combat.
Unfortunately, Rowling was no ordinary person.
The bard was just one of the identities he played. In reality, he was a disguised melee mage. Even though he couldn't use magic, he used the previously inconspicuous mixer as a long staff, swinging it with great force and knocking down several unprepared guards.
Seeing that several people had failed to take down Luo Lin, he dodged back and forth between tables and clutter, using the terrain and tables and chairs to create obstacles.
Wielding a mysterious oriental staff, he caused chaos and confusion, leaving the town mayor both shocked and quite angry.
He invoked the Countess's name in an attempt to save someone, but it ended up becoming Roland's death warrant.
The atmosphere froze as the Red Armored Guards received the kill order. The town mayor tried his best to appease his somber men, feigning concern for Rolin's life and pleading with Marshal Garin to de-escalate the situation.
The latter ignored him, his distorted face, filled with resentment accumulated all night, finally released with a wicked laugh.
He couldn't afford to offend the black-haired woman who ignored him for the time being, and he couldn't afford to break off relations with someone like Archmage Yuvel. But he wouldn't give any face to Mayor Bonn of Hillsbrad Foothills, or to the bard Barbaras who had stolen his thunder from who-knows-where.
I plan to capture Barbaras and behead him to sacrifice to my army. This bloody ritual is a result of the barbaric tradition of the local indigenous people. They sacrificed living beings to the gods of the wilderness, and there was a special altar in the center of the troll city, with skulls scattered everywhere.
After the Arathor human tribes captured trolls, they followed suit, retaliating in kind. The humans would also cut off the trolls' heads to perform a blood sacrifice before going to war, thus boosting morale.
Clearly, Garin won't let Barbaras & Footman get away with it.
Our boiler mixer alone probably wouldn't be enough to deal with dozens of armored guards wielding swords...