Dawn of Lordaeron

You can search "Lordaeron's Dawn Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!Galin returned to his residence, tore off his armor and cloak, and threw it on the ground casually.

He tore off the inner shirt that was stuck to his body by the dried blood, revealing his strong upper body. Several long-prepared maids brought hot water and soft towels to wipe his body.

Although it was a scene with the Syndicate, Stromgarde’s Legion is worthy of being the most brave of the Seven Kingdoms of mankind. The soldiers loyal to Thoras fought back, causing Garin to suffer some serious injuries.

"Haha, Prince Garlin... No, your Majesty Garlin, I should celebrate your success in advance."

The sound of applause and words came from the shadows in the side hall, and a middle-aged man with short hair dressed in a capable leather armor showed his figure out of nothingness.

When several maids heard the handsome and gloomy middle-aged man's words, their hands and bodies couldn't help but shook, pressing fear and anxiety to continue to cleanse Garlin's body.

These words shouldn't be heard by them. Although they are Garlin's most trusted servants, it does not mean that they can continue to live without worry.

It's just that if you show your timidity now, you might be killed on the spot.

Garin also heard what the handsome middle-aged man said, his expression was not at all happy.

"Fakurest, how did you enter my residence?" Garin turned around and stared at Fakurest, the scars and bloodstains left on his body made him look particularly fierce at the moment.

"Of course I'm here to celebrate your enthronement in advance." Fakurest spread his hands and said innocently.

"Don't be hypocritical, just tell me what's the matter with me." Galin's expression remained unchanged, and he was unmoved by Fakurest's attitude.

The Duke of Fakurest is one of the remaining nobles of Alterac, and the head of the Syndicate organization in Arathi and Stromgarde. He is also one of the veterans of the Syndicate.

It can be said that in the entire syndicate, apart from those few more special characters, Fakurets is the top real power controller.

Especially after the Syndicate’s actions in Alterac and Lordaeron were defeated by the First Army and they shifted their focus to Arathi, Fakurest’s status within the organization rose a lot.

Now, he almost controls most of the syndicate's resources and manpower. Unlike the Lord Howard, he is someone Garlin doesn't like, but he has to respect his opinions.

"It's not a big deal, I just hope that tomorrow I can walk with your Majesty, after all, there are things that will be convincing to witness with my own eyes." Fakurest finally said the purpose of this trip.

Garin frowned and looked at him, and said solemnly, "You will make this action easier to see through. I suggest you stay in Stromgarde."

"Please don't worry, Otto and I will pretend to be your guards and protect your safety by the way."

Otto is the guard and bodyguard of Fakurest. He used to be a priest of Alteracre, but for some unknown reason he turned to Syndicate and learned a lot of dark magic.

Facurester refused to give up, because he actually ate Garin to death.

Without the assistance of the Syndicate, even if Solas had no defense tomorrow, it would not be foolproof to rely on Galin and his people to keep Solas.

Facurester's request made Garlin's face gloomy, and he very much didn't want the syndicate's high-level participation in his final action.

Unlike the low-level members who are responsible for collecting money and doing things, the high-level syndicate is a real noble, and once Alterac is restored, they will be subject to considerable restrictions.

The words of bandits and bandits can be regarded as "treason", but if a nobleman keeps any evidence in his hands, then Garin will be very passive.

It seemed that Facurester couldn't believe in himself, so he wanted to follow him and record the whole thing.

After thinking about it again and again, Garin had to choose to agree to Fakurest's request, otherwise, if tomorrow's plan fails, neither the syndicate nor him will have good fruit.

And the syndicate has been hiding in the dark, and in the end it was Garin himself who suffered the most.

So, Galin reluctantly agreed to Facurester’s request. The Duke said to Galin with a smile, "That’s great. By the way, I have a private banquet and I want to invite you. Participate, and a few colleagues want me to recommend them."

"Private banquet-the matter is not over yet, you are already anxious to celebrate?"

"You know when you come."

Facurester made a "please" gesture to Garin, and Garin drove away the maids, put on a set of casual clothes, followed Facurester and left his room.

Fakurest walked to the side gate of the palace and said to Otto, the bodyguard leaning on the wall, "Otto, go."

However, his guard did not make any sound, and the entire periphery of Stromgarde Palace was silent.

The experienced Fakurest suddenly had an ominous premonition, and he once again whispered twice, "Otto-Otto!"

Otto still did not respond.

Fakurest's ominous premonition became heavier and heavier, he pulled Garin quickly back into the castle, took out a small magic orb from his arms, and threw it towards Otto's location.

At the same time, he took out a pocket watch, opened it, and held it in his hand. After a brief blur, the dial showed the sight of Otto's location.

"Damn it!"

Facurester cursed in a low voice-Otto was dead, and apparently did not respond at all before he died.

The three arrows hit his heart, waist and abdomen and throat respectively, while a throwing knife stuck into his shoulders, nailing him to death on the wall.

"Your business has been exposed, Garin!" Fakurest looked at Garin grimly, his elegant noble disguise was instantly torn apart.

Galin retorted subconsciously, "Impossible, everyone who knew about this, except my confidant, died!"

"Impossible? Except for your incident, who would dare to shoot the noble guard in Stromgarde?! Or the inner city wall!"

Fakurest wanted to kill Garin himself, their plan was about to reach the most critical step, but something went wrong right now.

Otto's death is nothing at all, but the person who can kill him silently will definitely not be an unknown person.Interesting reading novel www.quduxs.com

Garin and Fakurest looked at each other, and the prince spoke first, "If my father knew about this, it would not have been your guard being shot, but he would come and cut me off with a sword. Head!"

Fakrest also calmed down, "You mean, a third-party force has intervened in our affairs?"

Almost instantly, a name popped out of Facurester's mind-Ravenholdt!

Only they have the ability to intercept the Syndicate’s intelligence, and can send a powerful enough assassin to instantly understand Otto’s life.

But those two flying knives really want Ravenholdt's handwriting to be correct, but the three arrows...If Fakrester admits it, the style of the arrow feathers is not very similar to the arrows used by humans... …

Moreover, the arrow also exudes weak magic waves. It is obviously an expensive arrow after enchantment. Otto has no time to react. The special armor on his body is penetrated, and the arrow easily takes his life.

Such a small discovery made Fakurest somehow uneasy, because there is actually another organization in the world that possesses such capabilities.

However, if it really alarmed this organization, Fakurest wouldn't dare to think about the word "revenge" at all, but immediately planned how to run, it is best to disappear without a trace in the human kingdom. The kind is the best.

[Privy Council]!

The name alone made Facurester feel inexplicably afraid. Compared to Ravenholdt, who had frequent contact with Syndicate, the Privy Council was indifferent to Syndicate.

The existence of this organization is not a secret, on the contrary, the kings and high-level officials of various countries may know it, but what exactly this secret department is doing, I am afraid that even the MI7 of Stormwind City does not understand.

And only the peers know the peers best. At least Fakurest knows from the few records of the privy organ that anyone who provokes this department or is identified as a target often has only one end.

"Disappeared..." Fakurest murmured. He thought it would be unrealistic for the privy organs to act, because they had not paid attention to the syndicate before—

"boom!"

With a crisp sound, Fakurester's pocket watch cracked several cracks. Fakurester looked at the magic orb in horror. It was exploded by a sharp arrow, and that arrow deeply Embedded in the ground of marble slabs.

Almost without hesitation, Fakurest abandoned Garin and his body instantly disappeared in front of Garlin. He immediately escaped into the shadows, wanting to leave the eerie and terrifying Stromgarde at this time.

The disappearance of Fakurest made Garlin's heart startled, and in Fakurest's intermittent words, he also realized that something completely beyond his expectation was happening.

Galin didn't care about Fakurest, who left, he turned and immediately returned to the fortress behind him. The darkness behind him seemed to be a man-eating monster, and his pace of leaving was so flustered.

Fakrest's figure is completely integrated into the shadows. He is confident in his abilities. Even the most powerful rangers and wizards want to find his traces, and they have to spend--

"Uh!"

A hand stretched out mercilessly from the darkness and pinched Fakurester's throat accurately, and in the eyes of ordinary people, there was nothing missing, as if the hand was holding the air.

Facurester almost instinctively took out two sharp blades from his sleeve, but the invisible force pressed his arms firmly.

With only two clicks, Fakurest's eyes were cracked, his hands twisted backward in an abnormal posture, and he lost the ability to resist with just one face.

The hand pinched his throat and easily lifted the tall and tall middle-aged nobleman off the ground.

At this time, the master of the ruthless Iron Hand finally appeared in Fakurest's sight.

Facurester’s eyes only left panic and helplessness. He seemed to have seen the most terrifying picture in the world. That hand deliberately left him a little room to lift his breath, causing the duke to emit a weak and weak voice. Another trembling voice.

"Ah—"

"boom--!"

Galin closed the door of his room fiercely. He was a little suspicious by the strange situation outside. After searching for it, he took off the long sword used as a decoration on the wall and held it in his hand, as if this would give him Bring some sense of security.

The invisible pressure almost drove him crazy. It was not only panic, but also the fear of his own end after the incident was revealed.

"Who, who wants to murder Stromgarde's heir!"

Galin was holding a long sword, with blue veins popping out of his arm. His flustered and nervous look made it hard to imagine that he was a ruthless person who was about to murder his father.

"Huh—huh—"

Almost suffocating footsteps came from outside the room, Garlin's eyes became like a beast, and the sword in his hand was already ready to go. As long as anyone stepped into his room, he would be greeted with a fatal blow. .

The sound of footsteps stopped abruptly outside Garin’s room, but Garlin’s mental tension was highly concentrated. He was a bit like a drowning man at the moment. Knowing that the possibility of incidents was extremely high, he stubbornly believed that as long as the people outside were killed, he The secrets will continue to survive.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a black shadow in the shape of a human suddenly rushed in. Galin instinctively swung his sword and really felt the lag of the blade into the flesh. Then, the spray of blood made him believe that he was hitting. Hit the opponent.

Won?The other party was not prepared and was beheaded by himself?

But for the rest of his life, he was fortunate that he had not completely occupied Garlin's brain heights, and the iron fist that came from like a cannonball hit his front door.

I just felt like his face was hit by a siege hammer, Garlin’s brain was buzzing, the whole world seemed to be turned upside down, his tall body fell back like a felled tree in the forest .

The terrible power was fully manifested when his back touched the exquisite solid wooden table and chairs behind him. The furniture couldn't bear Garin's backward body, it was almost broken apart, and parts and sawdust were flying everywhere.

Until the back of Garlin's head came into close contact with the ground, the marble floor inside the fortress was cracked by his body.

And this is not over yet, the aftermath of that punching force also affected the bookshelf not far away, and the heavy solid wood bookshelf slowly fell towards the place where Galin was lying.

After the sour squeak, the bookshelf slammed on Garin's body, books and papers were flying everywhere, and some of the pages were stained red by the blood flowing on the ground.

Fakurest did not expect that he actually died in the hands of his "ally" in such a funny way, his body was almost cut in two by Galin's sword, before he swallowed it. Before taking a breath, he still looked at Garlin, who was crushed by the bookshelf, in disbelief.

"From the beginning, you shouldn't provoke Yaluo..."

Fakurest's consciousness left his body. As for Garin, he was not only greeted by the simple matter of being punched.