MI7 is one of the oldest surviving organizations in Azeroth.
They weren't much shorter than the history of the Stormwind Kingdom.
Long before the Orc Wars broke out, the rulers of Stormwind sensed that some things were difficult to accomplish through legal means.
One of the founders of MI7, Ewell Youngden, secretly made contact with a thief held in Stormwind prison, Pasonia Shore.
The woman was repeatedly arrested by the sheriffs for theft and thrown into this dark place.
After being arrested three times, she became notorious for her impressive criminal record – which, of course, is known in the dark world.
In that cramped cell, Yang Deng promised her leniency on the condition that she would form an organization that would cleanly complete the unsavory work of the Stormwind Kingdom.
She immediately agreed—and asked that she be allowed to do it her own way.
MI7 was founded on that day.
That night, Pasonia Shore infiltrated the room of a corrupt Stormwind official and killed him, leaving no trace of the entire assassination process: not a single drop of blood splattered or a single sheet messed up.
With Ewell Youngden's permission, she selected her men from the prison to join her new family and quickly built a special army capable of serving the Alliance.
During the First Orc War, MI7 sent spies when the Orcs poured out of the darkness and the gates, but they found it difficult for them to take advantage of the enemy due to the sheer numerical superiority of the tribe and the lack of military training of the spies.
The thieves of MI7 are not good at frontal combat, but they are best at assassinating in the back, and they themselves quickly discovered this and turned their attention to the leaders of the tribe.
Pasonia Shore was once a thrill-seeking thief, but she wasn't necessarily evil by nature.
As long as she is allowed to do what she loves most and has a paycheck, she will become a loyal warrior of the Alliance.
She affirmed that the organization expanded its membership with her philosophy: no one who joins the group should take money or property from civilians.
Those who can enjoy the thrill of assassination and theft, and have a stable income, will not be accepted by the Assassins.
The rules are clear: only those sins approved by the Alliance.
When it came time to build the organization, Shore had another requirement: it had to be kept secret.
Thieves never walk around claiming to be thieves, and even if they become legitimate thieves, there is no reason to do so - they change their face and start calling themselves stalkers, but in reality, everyone but themselves scoff at this and still call them thieves, or shorter - "thieves".
The leader of MI7 is the only one who has a full list of thieves, and when someone is assigned to a larger military operation, such as in the Third War, her motives are not known to the rest of the team.
They appear as warriors, scouts, and even wizards, but still do their first job of stealing and assassinating when necessary.
Their temporary commanders may know their secrets if necessary, but usually only the thieves themselves know the real reason for being on the battlefield.
The people of Stormwind are aware of MI7's existence, but the public relations agencies have taken their reputation to the extreme: these men are graceful warriors, gifted too unfit to join the army as ordinary warriors; Surrounded by mysteries and legends, they are mysterious figures who act at night.
Some children – even from wealthy families – became thieves with the hope of joining MI7.
No one knows their identities, but almost all claim to have seen MI7 agents on duty, although this is almost impossible.
Shore retired a decade ago, leaving his grandson, Matthias, to take over.
In fact, from the time Madias was a baby, she began to train him to be her successor, testing his speed and agility and making sure he understood what was the right thing to do, what was to be done, and the fact that the two were often incompatible.
The Basilica of Light understood that MI7's presence would be beneficial to Stormwind and the Alliance, but the priests did not condone the assassination.
They just chose to turn a blind eye.
MI7 saw itself as a hand holding a dagger, and the organization was thus divided into five branches.
Matthias Shore and his leadership are the thumbs and are responsible for management and leadership.
The leadership consisted of about thirty veteran thieves, most of whom knew Pasonia, and some of whom had been directly under her leadership.
They had a good understanding of the direction Pasonia wanted the organization to go and often guided the young Madias on the right path.
The other leaders are responsible for the remaining four fingers, leading, training, recording, and even managing the books and making sure that the payroll is paid to everyone.
The other two fingers of this hand were made up of the highest-ranking members of the organization, each with about five hundred thieves.
The index finger, the highest level a thief can reach before giving up a thrilling career to enter the leadership of the thumb level.
They devote themselves to assassinations, and the targets of assassinations can be anyone, from hostile military leaders to corrupt priests.
The middle finger is responsible for the "acquisition" of materials, and uses theft, fraud or various legal and illegal means to seize the specified mission items, which may be an important token or credential, or a magical artifact powerful enough to affect a certain battle.
The approximately 500 thieves who make up the ring finger are skilled at espionage, often working with thieves at the index and middle finger levels, gathering information, reading and memorizing the contents of the scroll without stealing it directly, and acting as a lookout and cover for others while they are on a mission.
The little thumb is the largest and at the same time the lowest grade.
The 1,000 thieves were members of the tribe with little specialty: they were usually responsible for burying assassination targets (including MI7 members who had died in the line of duty), destroying corpses, and falsifying crime scenes.
Their job is to ensure that MI7 agents are not identified.
At the same time, they are also responsible for recruiting new people.
However, while MI7 has had a glorious past, with the chaos of Stormwind in recent years, the aura that has hung over their heads is gradually fading.
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Hostility to the Masons' Union, in particular, greatly reduced their supporters.
Perhaps, to put it another way, it was under their persecution that the Stonemasons' Guild gradually degenerated into a violent organization like robbers and robbers - the Brotherhood of Defia.
You know, the stonemasons' guild that was kicked out of Stormwind after failing to get paid had no shortage of sympathetic people throughout the South.
Diego held this MI7 badge and groaned for a while, there is no doubt that the unlucky guy he killed was an index finger, which has a very high status in MI7, you know, the index finger is promoted one level higher, it is the thumb, that is the leadership of MI7, with a huge energy that ordinary people can hardly imagine.
"On the bright side, maybe this guy was sent by the Countess to impersonate you, in order to drive a wedge between you and Madias Shore."
Diego smiled bitterly, relieved Wendsol.
But he didn't even believe it, except for MI7, there was no one in Stormwind who could be so powerful that every town had eyes and ears, and could run to assassinate them not long after they appeared, which even the Countess Catlana Presto couldn't do!
Diego found that the reality was worse than he had predicted yesterday.
While it's uncertain whether MI7 fell entirely to the countess, the badge suggests that at least the top of the organization has been bribed by this woman, and there must have been members of the index finger level, perhaps even a higher thumb, and perhaps even Matthias Shore himself.
The memories of his past life didn't play much of a role in this matter.
Because in his previous life, although Matthias Shore had proven to be a reliable patriot, he only dealt with hostile forces that posed a threat to Stormwind, such as the Brotherhood of Defia on the inside or the Twilight Hammer on the outside.
But what is suspicious is that in a series of missions to save Wendsol, the powerful MI7 has not intervened in the slightest, or rather, has no knowledge.
Perhaps at the beginning of MI7's establishment, the organization was confined to the internal power struggles of the nobles of the Kingdom of Stormwind, and if so, the whole thing would be easy to explain.
There are two things.
The first case: Madias Shore was unaware of the marshal's return, and the assassination was carried out only by some MI7 members who had been bribed by the countess.
The second scenario: he knows about the return of the marshal, but he does not know the true face of the countess, and he does not want Windsor to return to Stormwind, because as the loser of the previous political struggle, the arrival of the marshal will definitely destabilize the kingdom.
So he sent someone to carry out the assassination.
But let's be honest, what's the difference between the two situations?
It's all against MI7, it's just a matter of how many enemies you're about to face.
Diego's brain hurt to come to this conclusion, which made him quite frustrated.
And this conclusion can't be told to Wendsol, otherwise, how can a country turtle like him be so clear about MI7?
You know, even those who are familiar with MI7's story in Stormstorm City may not know Matthias Shore's name.
"Sleep, I'm going to go tomorrow!"
He lay down on the bed and said weakly. …… The next morning, when it was dawn, they rolled up their luggage and went downstairs.
To their surprise, there were not many passengers in the lobby on the first floor.
It seemed that there were not many people who hadn't slept all night, and they talked about the events of the previous night with great interest, but when they saw the three of Diego, they immediately fell silent.
After all, it's not like anyone who can kill a thief with a single shot is something you can see anywhere.
A few dwarves even approached with the intention of hiring them to escort them north to Blackstone Mountain.
But just kidding, of course, this was rejected by them.
Diego went to the counter and settled the money "Wait a minute, Mr.
Cruise."
Sherman Fimir said respectfully.
Although he was a little afraid of these guys who dared to wrestle with MI7, he had no intention of exempting them from the shop money, he was a principled businessman and would not make the slightest concession on the issue of money.
To put it simply, it is actually about dying for money.
Although they only stayed overnight, they were fed by horses, and the broken glass and damaged furniture were all counted on their heads, and the cost was a lot.
The innkeeper did the math for a while.
"Seven gold coins and five silver slots, Mr.
Cruise, just give a whole number, and the fraction will be erased for you!"
Sherman Fimir finally raised his head and said generously.
Diego reached into his bag, but as he fumbled a few times, Masrae saw his partner's face change completely.
"What's wrong?"
He asked, puzzled, "I don't have any money......," Diego said embarrassedly.
"How so?
Are you kidding, Diego?
This joke is not ridiculous at all," Masrae laughed and fell, you know, they had done a lot of money in the Blackstone Abyss not long ago, and the treasure they grabbed was enough to buy half of Stormwind City.
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He kept laughing, but the laughter gradually stopped, and finally froze into an embarrassed expression on his face—he finally realized what the problem was.
He jerked the demon's backpack from his back to his chest, and reached out and fumbled inside, which was full of all kinds of treasures, but there was no money, not even a copper plate—all the gold, silver, or copper were all thrown into the black treasury in order to free up even the smallest bag for something more valuable.
The necessary items for survival in the wild were not lost, they were all pressed on the back of the donkey outside, and later moved to the back of the Kodo beast when the horse was changed at Morgan Guard, anyway, this thing is as light as a drop in the bucket for this big guy.
Aside from the bag of spellcasting materials containing seeds, berries, vines, and plant tubers, the most worthless thing in his other bag was enough to buy ten of these inns.
But who would dare to pull it out?
Needless to say, these rural villagers may not know the goods.
In this awkward atmosphere, the faces of the Fimir father and daughter gradually became gloomy.
Obviously, they were treated like rascals who ate and drank.
Even the other occupants in the hall looked at them with disdain on their faces, like a piece of shit.
The Night Elf's face was frustrated, the good image he had created in front of the girl was now completely ruined.
"Cough, cough ......"
At this moment, Wendsol, who was sitting on the side, made a voice, at this moment, for the two second-goods, this voice sounded more wonderful than an angel, "I have some money, but the taste is not good." ” In full view of everyone, the marshal took off his boots - a strong stench instantly filled the entire tavern, Without changing his face, Windsor pulled out a full ten gold coins from the soles of his boots that had been covered with a thick layer of dirt.
It's hard to see their primary colors, but they're gold.
Sherman Fimir pinched his nose and took seven of them.
And then it was thrown into the cash box, no one will think that money stinks, and this principle is common in that plane.
"My lord, we borrowed it from you, and when we get to Stormwind, we will definitely pay you back."
Diego said with some embarrassment, today is a big shame, and he will have no face to see people in the future, Diego feels that he has never been so ashamed in his past life and this life combined.
The marshal laughed and did not speak.
However, when they pulled their mounts out of the stable, Miss Benny, the keeper of the corral, did not look good, and Diego did not even dare to lift his head, and had no money to pay the promised tip, so he left the place as if he had fled.