Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 184 Chief Arcanist Talisa
"Are you the ones who need help?" The one who spoke was a nightborn thief, with a light-colored leather armor tightly bound on his body, a beautiful face exposed under the helmet, and a dark-colored dagger in one hand. Following her movements, the dagger was like an arm in her hand, and the other hand was restlessly dangling in her pocket on her waist.

"My name is Kate, and I'm the person in charge of the northern city of Suramar," the girl's lips curled up, showing that she was in a good mood.

More than a dozen people came to stand in the hall of the Shadow Hand, watching the performance of the Shadow Song Thieves calmly.

"The thieves among you stand out, and the others stand back. Non-thieves are not welcome here," Kate continued, without giving the others a chance to be polite.

"Don't make me say it a second time," Kate couldn't help urging as she watched the dozen or so people in the hall remain unmoved.

Karl nodded, calmly stuffed Mader's slate into his magic pocket, and retreated to the corner of the hall with the rest of his companions.

"My name is Telunsu, a human thief." A human thief came out from the crowd, with a scarlet dagger hanging from his waist, emitting waves of heat.

Scorching weapon, Karl glanced at the human thief's dagger, thinking silently.

"Who else?" Kate raised her voice and asked after looking around for a week.

Cowley looked at the little girl in front of him with a naive look. It would be a big mistake to think so. Based on his understanding of thieves, none of these guys, including himself, are not money-loving. He is a money addict.

Although the human named Telunsu could find it here, it was obvious that he didn't know enough about the thieves.

"And you?" Kate looked down at Cowley on one side.

"Me? It's an honor to meet you, Miss Kate" said Cowley, while giving an exaggerated gentleman's salute, quickly took out a gold coin from his pocket, stuffed it into Kate's hand calmly, and said with dancing : "My name is Cowley, I'm an adventurer, from Ravenholdt Manor, that's it!"

"Ravenholdt Manor, it's a very nice place." A look of memory appeared in the girl's eyes, then she raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "Aren't you together? Then this lovely Mr. Dwarf, come with me, The others will wait here for a while."

"It is my pleasure, fair lady."

The moment Cowley turned around, he blinked at several companions in the corner of the room, with a sly gleam in his eyes, followed Kate triumphantly, and walked in.

The firelight in the underground passage became flickering and unstable due to the thin air. Cowley’s shadow stretched very long in the swaying firelight. The passageway was damp and cold, and he had to tighten the thieves’ cloak on his body. . ,

Kate moved forward all the way, and the cowhide boots did not make a sound when they hit the ground. She was indeed one of the leaders of the professional thieves organization, and her concealment ability alone exceeded 80.00% of the thieves.

Cowley followed the girl closely, and quickly left the tunnel, and came to a somewhat familiar hall. He looked at it for a while, and found that it was exactly the same as the hall just now. This should be a defensive technique. Several identical halls can Effectively confuse the enemy and buy time.

"My lord, I brought the guests," Kate smiled, bowed to salute, and then stepped aside to reveal Cowley behind her.

In the center of the living room is a solid-colored carpet, and on the floor is an exquisite chair with gorgeous decorations. Cowley judges that this should be the work of the highborne. Presumably, only the Nightborne, who has not changed for thousands of years, can come up with such a chair. As for the night elves, they must bury these logs in the ground, hoping to take root and sprout.

Sitting on the chair is a nightborn woman with a soft complexion. Although she has the dark skin that is common among nightborn, it does not affect her amazing beauty. She is wearing a revealing robe decorated with amplifying artifacts , shining in the dark, making her whole person look noble.

Cowley sat down obediently, but stared at the beauty in front of him. Of course, he didn't think anything wrong, he just wanted to know who the leader who controlled the entire Song of Shadows was.

"Hehe, little brother, if you stare at Big Sister like this, Big Sister will be embarrassed," the night child woman showed an ambiguous smile, stretched out her hand to stroke her long hair, and said seductively.

Cowley's eyes were straightened and his eyes were distracted. He had to reach out and twist his body severely. The severe pain made him recover quickly.

If Karl was here, he would have found a problem. The female Nightborne in front of her was a mage. She had just quietly used a trick to seduce humanoids without Cowley noticing.

"Who are you?" Cowley asked in a deep voice with a glint in his eyes.

"Don't be rude," Kate jumped out from the side, and quickly explained: "This is Talisa, the chief arcanist of Suramar, and the leader of Song of Shadows."

"My lord is one of the most powerful spellcasters in the entire Suramar region. If she wants to do something, it's not just you. Your companions outside are already dead."

"Hehehe, don't scare our guests. In this era, not everyone has the courage to face the strong." Talisa looked straight ahead, her eyes were empty and unfocused. There is a really good little guy."

Talisa lazily turned over and asked lazily, "Tell me, brave guest, what help do you need?"

Cowley opened the magic pocket, and revealed the slate with the name of Madr, the legendary mage of the Highborne on the back, from the magic pocket.

"It's like this," he took the slate in his hand and explained, "This is a slate that hides a secret. I want to know what is the secret it hides?"

Talisa looked at the slate in front of her, her eyes changed for the first time, and her lazy posture disappeared. With a wave of her right hand, the slate left Cowley's hands and came in front of her.

"Madel's Tablet."

"Beautiful lord, have you seen it?" Cowley couldn't help asking.

"This is a map, but it is seriously damaged. You know, although I am an archaeologist, my technology cannot restore this at all. I mean, can I ask you to help me?"

"No one has such repair technology." Talisa shook her head and put the slate aside. "There is a time spell to restore the map."

"Of course, I can do it," Talisa resumed her lazy look, and continued, "But even for me, completing the restoration will not be an easy task, so follow the rules"

"Equivalent exchange," Cowley nodded in agreement, "It's fair."

"A mission," Talisa raised her finger, and said solemnly to Cowley, "I just need a few unfamiliar identities to help me with one thing. You are here at the right time."

(End of this chapter)