Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Oh my Bond, you are such a beast..."

Ambiguous dialogue echoes in Mr. Bond’s bedroom. The men and women controlled by passion are like surfers. Between the interweaving of passions, the two continue to roll on the happy waves until they reach the top of the tide. Between the hugs of the warm body, the two slipped together from the lost joy.

"Call...Call"

A heavy breath sounded in the dark bedroom, flushed Hers Bond, the young and energetic lady ** body, took his favorite tobacco from the head of the bed for his husband , And ignited for him personally.

Between the shreds of tobacco, and the rich fragrance, Mr. Bond's blank eyes subconsciously hugged his wife's warm body, while Mrs. Bond put her head on her husband's chest and let her long brown hair hang down. On the white bedding.

She carefully looked at her lover. Compared to the 26-year-old, Bond, who was 35 years old, was somewhat rich, but she just liked the mysterious temperament of this man under the shy appearance. After the first meeting at the fraternity prepared by single men and women, the solitary Miss Hers was lost in Mr. Bond's world.

The most important thing is that Bond is a workshop manager in the most famous "Surrey Brothers" machinery factory in the Black Iron District. This is a proper upper middle class in the Black Iron District. It is a real decent person with a good salary and a decent salary. The welfare and the bright future are true "golden son-in-law" for immigrants from Helsinki, like Hers.

After marriage, Hers also became the "Miss Lucky" who was very jealous of the girls working with her in the office of the Dark Furnace Agricultural Products Company.

Of course, the two occasionally quarreled, but overall it was quite happy, but because of the woman’s sensitive nature, Miss Hers could feel that her husband was hiding something from herself.

"Have you ever thought about naming your child?"

Hers suddenly asked:

"Marcus...is this a good name? It's my grandfather's name. Listen, Marcus Bond...it's the name of a big man."

"Do not!"

Mr. Bond shook his head and pressed the cigarette in his ashtray. He reached out and shook his wife's hair, then said softly:

"Marcus M. Kant, this is our child's real name... I'm sorry I kept you away for so long, but my real surname is indeed M. Kant."

After speaking, before the inquiry of Mrs. Bond, the senior agent looked at his wife's eyes and said softly:

"I know, you think I have concealed a lot of things from you, I will tell you, Hers, actually... I actually have the title of Lord of Lordaeron, but you know, people on the federal side There is a kind of instinctive disgust, so after immigrants came, I changed my surname and concealed my origin."

Talking, the spy took the cold coat of arms from the dress on the head of the bed and put it in the palm of his wife to strengthen her persuasion, and Miss Hers seemed to be shocked by the secret. Looking at the aristocratic shield in her hand, she didn't know what to say for a while.

"I want to take you out of here, Hers."

Mr. Bond raised his wife's face with both hands. He said seriously:

"When we go back to the empire, I actually have been thinking about it, but our children... he made me determined that to go back to the empire, we will become nobles, and our children will have a brighter future, you Will become Lord Kant, you will..."

"no, do not want!"

Hers seemed to be frightened. She wrapped her body in a quilt. It was like staying away from the hot iron and away from the palm of her husband. This sudden movement scared Bond and he widened his eyes. I saw my wife lower her head and wept slightly.

"what happened?"

Bond asked, Hers looked up and looked at him with a sad look:

"No! I don't go to the empire. I'm just a farm girl. I grew up on the farm. My father and my grandfather are all farmers. In the empire, I can't have any contact with noble lords like you all my life. We People from two worlds, you will tell me this only because you have children. You don’t love me at all, you love your children...no!"

"No! Bond, you still want to go back to the empire, so that you can be your tall master, all you miss is your power and status. You are no different from those nobles who used to whip me. You really make me feel sick. .."

Mrs. Bond screamed and retreated to the corner of the room. She stared at her husband like she was staring at a stranger:

"I will not go anywhere! Me and my children will not go anywhere, I will not let him live in a world with nobility, I will not let him kneel down to those disgusting people, roll! Your title is gone! We are done!"

The wife's reaction made Bond stunned in bed. The abdominal manuscript he typed is now useless. He never thought that sharing the most precious things with his wife would get this result, and at this moment, he suddenly realized. ..

His wife does not care about his origin at all. His wife loves him, not the **** cold coat of arms, not the so-called noble status.

This should have caused Bond to be lost, which means that the glory he was born and died was trampled on the feet by this woman, but at this moment, Bond has been lonely in his heart, but was suddenly filled with a strange happiness Too.

As a lonely agent who lives in the dark, he knows he should not have this emotion, but... still that sentence, hormonal matter, who said it?

"No! Hers, no... we won't go anywhere, listen to you!"

Bond suddenly grabbed the coat of arms on the bed, and in the eyes of his wife, he threw the coat of arms into the burning fireplace in the house without hesitation. Between the sparks, he opened his arms to his wife, he was gentle Said:

"Come on, tell me about the house you fancy in North County... our child will be born there, Marcus M. Kant, he will be born as a citizen, he will never Kneeling to whom I will never... I promise!"

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"Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang"

The sound of flapping the door like a madman sounded in the old Figo's house. A few minutes later, the cynical face of the old dwarf appeared in the eyes of Bond wearing a trench coat. The old dwarf scolded with a nasty voice:

"Go back! Bond, I have guests at this time, no matter what you want to do, I don't welcome you!"

After speaking, Old Figo would forcefully close the door, but was held up by Bond. The senior detective stared at the fiery red eyes of the old dwarf. In the darkness of the Dark Furnace, he said every word. Said:

"Old Figo, no matter what you want to do, I will join in!"

"You are crazy!"

The old dwarf scolded, and he shouted:

"I have nothing..."

"Don’t be stupid! I’ve been doing this for 20 years! Old Figo, the panic in your eyes can’t hide me, including the hatred of Harold, that kind of disgust, I can feel...you must be planning something."

Bond gritted his teeth and said:

"Listen! I'm on your side now! Let the empire die, the best 20 years of my life are dedicated to those big men, now... now I am going to live for myself."

"Ok?"

Old Figo looked at Bond suspiciously. He did not believe the man in front of him, but out of some instinct, he still asked:

"how to prove?"

This sentence has shown that Old Figo really has a secret. Bond's heart suddenly fell to the majority. He took a breath and looked at it left and right, lowering his voice:

"No proof, old dwarf, I... I have children, just like you, I know that feeling now, it doesn’t matter if I die or live, I’m used to life and death, I know the total One day I will die under a dagger stabbed from behind, but children...my children, my wife, they are innocent."

"I have to earn two lives for them!"

Bond's fist was clenched. He looked at Old Figo's eyes and said in a sincere tone:

"Please! Give me a chance."

"This..."

Old Figo didn't know what to do for a while, the two stalemate in the darkness, until a dozen seconds later, a hoarse voice came from the darkness in the house:

"Let him come in, Figo, I want to meet him."

It was a woman's voice. At the moment of the sound, the nerves of Bond's body were alarming madly. That was the predator's instinctive response to the predator. Bond's back even had cold sweats, but old Figo Instead of hesitating, he let go of his hand and patted Bond's arm in a gesture of his own, signaling him to enter the room.

Bond stiffened and walked in the dark. After a few minutes, he saw the woman who was back to him, sitting on the sofa under the bright gas lamp, looking through some documents.

She crossed her head, her blood-red hair, and her long, sharp ears on both sides of her hair. It didn't look like a high elf, but like a legendary night elf.

While Bond stood in the living room, he didn't know what to say, until another guy came out of the basement, which made Bond really startled.

"Albin! Damn gnome!"

Bond saw the short, blue-haired figure, and he couldn't help shouting:

"Why are you here! You also..."

"betray?"

The gnome smiled while holding his belly:

"I know you want to say the word, but it's not betrayal, my Bond brother."

Earlier, the gnome who had discussed with Bond to blow up the Dark Furnace shouted proudly:

"I've never been with you all, and get to know you again, I'm from the Dark Edge Intelligence Agency, Gnomeregan Stealth Section, call me Aldridge...Agent 5, you are really lucky, here you are When closing the net, you finally made a not bad decision."

"Okay, gnome, you said too much!"

The woman who had not spoken suddenly stood up and asked Bond to raise her head subconsciously. This woman was really tall, at least 2.5 meters. She was wearing a leather trench coat and lined with black combat uniforms. It looked very majestic, and Seriously, with a white mask on his face, Bond saw a pair of blood-red eyes...Damn, this is a dangerous Sahel!

Those eyes were looking at Bond, who could not help swallowing, and then heard the Saarin elf say in a hoarse voice:

"Introduce yourself, you can call me "Shadow", a 9-level agent of the Dark Edge Intelligence Bureau. My people have been following you for a long time, Mr. Bond, but before I start, I want to ask, what is it that motivates You are here tonight..."

"Of course, this is a private question, you can choose not to answer."

Bond was silent for more than ten seconds. Eventually, under the watch of the dwarf and Sarin, his fists were clenched, then loosened, and finally clenched again. He took a breath and relaxed his body, using a kind of calm Facing the "new friend" in front of him, he said:

"I didn't have to choose before, now...I just want to be an ordinary person, are you satisfied with this answer?"

"Not bad!"

The shadow reached out and patted dryly, as if applauding. She looked at Bond. A few seconds later, she picked up a document from the table behind her and threw it to the human agent.

"Sign it!"

"this is?"

Bond looked at the file and asked, the shadow did not answer, but the noisy gnomes instead:

"The Witness Protection Program, or another name, the paperclip action, you just need to know that signing this document is equivalent to voluntarily giving up all your previous identities and turning to serve the federal government after 1-3 years of inspection After the period, you and your family will get a new identity, live in a new place, no one will know your past, and you and your family will be included in the federal protection system."

"The Federation is committed to protecting the basic rights of every citizen."

After the introduction of the gnome, the shadow added a few words:

"Working for the Darkblade Intelligence Bureau, you don’t need to worry about being killed in the end...As long as you show loyalty to the Federation, we will protect you like protecting 750,000 citizens. The Federation is better than imperial civilization and advanced in this respect. More, this is why in the intelligence war between the two sides, you were repeatedly rubbed on the ground by us... No power to fight back."

"Well, it sounds good..."

Bond took the pen, and before looking at the name, he glanced at the shadow. He said softly:

"Can I make an additional request?"

"Say!"

Shadow nodded, she said meaningfully:

"The requirements should not be excessive, of course, this limit depends on the amount of secrets you can provide us."

"I hope you don’t have any worries, Mr. Bond, you and I all know that secrets will destroy a person from the heart, and as long as you are still worried one day because of the secrets of the heart, you can never really quit... Seeing what you have done in the past, this is your only chance."

"I think..."

On the side of Bond, he signed his real name on the document, and his eyes shone with tenderness. He joked, and said softly:

"I want a house in North County."

"The housing prices there are a bit expensive. With my current salary, it may be a bit difficult to bear. As for the secret, I have been in this line for 20 years. You will certainly be satisfied with the things in my mind."

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