The Journey of the Demon Hunter

As he said, Francesca snorted softly like a mocking: "Do you know? If someone had foreseen at that time, the blood of the elven royal family would wither to such a degree, I would definitely not be allowed to become a female warlock. But. There are so many things that we did not expect. It turns out that peace and prosperity have let us slack off, so that we can't realize that a new era is beginning. A chaotic, only violence and army, not peace. The era when the world is dominated by friendship. Our best scholars have not seen this. When human beings learn our knowledge and magic, and then attack us in turn, we even thought that we just need to give up some land to humans. If there is enough place for them to survive, they will stop. Ha, really naive."

People come and go on the streets.

The two of them stood beside the hotel, and no one noticed the two humble human men and women on the side of the road.

"I guess... you see the future?"

"Yes, Zelin." Francesca licked her lower lip: "Gold...Believe me, in our world from now on, only gold can determine everything. Only those who hold onto the wealth of society can own everything. We must get all of this as much as possible before all this comes. Think about the rise of Kevel. The Kodwin’s coalition forces fought the fallen flowers, which were the two most powerful countries in the north at that time. Later, after so many years of fighting in the north, Kerviel had never encountered an external invasion. If it had not been for a civil unrest, it would have become the upper A century of peace. So, Zelin, the best way to keep trouble away from you is not to avoid trouble, but to let trouble avoid you, right? You have always understood this truth in the past, but don’t Stop at this moment. You and me, and the other people around you, we have a long, long way to go."

Chapter 2913 The Welcome of Tess

Zelin promised that Francesca would try to understand Azerite, but he could not guarantee whether he would cooperate with Tuvis and get some Azerite out.

Sometimes, he has to wonder whether this is considered a normal business activity.

Tuvis said that both the Alliance and the Horde are conducting mining and research work on Azerite. Zelin was a little unbelievable about this. They lived on Azeroth. Although they themselves had some connections with many worlds, at least two of them, so far, he did not see that any Azeroth race wanted to emigrate. Or signs of establishing a colony outside.

Since they decided to live in Azeroth, they want to mine Azeroth's blood?

It sounds like it's self-defeating.

Zelin plans to go to Stormwind City to learn about the situation. Francesca stayed in Dalaran. First, she must first understand the world, including race, history, culture, and factions, and Jamily would stay to help her.

Before leaving, Tess gave Zelin a letter and invited him to have time to be a guest in Stormwind. After nearly two years of cooperation, she was happy to entertain Zelin in Stormwind.

Now, he understands what the letter does.

The Alliance has a place similar to the embassy in Dalaran. It used to be called the Silver Territory. Today, a large number of werewolf soldiers gradually assume more military obligations, including stationing in occupied areas, controlling outposts and garrison territories. The human soldiers in the district were transferred away and put on a new battlefield, while the werewolf soldiers became the guards here. As a result, the Silver Territory was officially renamed the Land of Grayfangs not long ago.

There are portals to the major cities of the Alliance in the Land of Greyfangs.

With the help of Tess's letter, Zelin easily passed the inspection, and with the help of the teleporter, entered the portal.

Passing through the icy portal, Zelin took a deep breath of the fresh air of the Temple of Teleportation from Stormwind.

The Teleportation Temple seems to have been renovated and remodeled.

The hall of the temple presents a T-shaped layout, and beside the corridors on the left and right sides, there are transmission channels leading to different areas, which are maintained by mages from different races. In the middle is a platform carved with strange patterns. It seems that guests who come here from other places will be directly transported to the top of the platform. The sun shines through the skylight behind Zelin, casting shadows of vines on the ground. With the rustling of water from the fountain, Zelin raised his eyes. Right in front is the passage away from the Teleportation Temple. The two sides are decorated with different potted plants. On both sides of the corridor, there are clear water channels. A high elf-like archmage is teaching four apprentices, including a werewolf, two humans, and a dwarf.

The inhabitants of Azeroth have surprising levels of application of magic. Zelin has been to so many worlds, and there has never been a world with such a prosperous magical civilization. Of course, Virginia often tells Zelin about her life in Cyrodir, but Zelin has never been to the land of Tamriel outside of Skyrim and Southam.

Also possessing teleportation magic, the people of Azeroth seem to have used magic to travel throughout the world, and the residents of the demon hunters have not yet known what their world looks like. Maybe Tisaya would be interested in this, and the teleportation spells of the Warlock Order can have more use of space.

"Sir, please don't stand here in a daze."

Suddenly, the urging sound beside him recalled Zelin's thoughts. He turned his head and saw a woman wearing a dark purple mage robe with long brown hair standing by his side, staring at him displeasedly: "Please don't block the guests who may appear in the future here."

"Ah, sorry." Zelin apologized quickly: "I'm leaving now."

Walking along the rectangular road, there are basically wizards in long robes beside them, which makes the demon hunters wearing swords and armors seem incompatible with them. But this doesn't seem to be a special case. The mages here didn't care that someone who didn't belong to them appeared in front of them.

Maybe at other times, there will be many people like Zelin here.

The exit of the Teleportation Temple resembled another round portal, but when Zelin walked out, he realized that it was just some kind of illusion. Leaving the temple room is a spiral staircase leading down. Go down the stairs and you will see the exit located in the middle of the magic tower. The stairs extended from the middle of the tower, circled around the magic tower, and fell on the lawn of the mage area.

An acquaintance in a black leather jacket had already stood below, with his arms crossed, watching with interest the demon hunter who came down step by step.

"Well, I thought you had thrown away my invitation letter."

"How come." Zelin spread his arms jokingly: "This is your site. Without your invitation, I might still be blowing a cold wind on the road. It's a pity that I never had the opportunity to visit the Magic Saint last time. Temple, when my friend asked about magical knowledge, I could answer very little... How did you know that I was here?"

"Just like you said." Tess raised her mouth slightly and stretched out a finger: "This is my territory. Of course I know who came to the Teleportation Temple. Otherwise, wouldn't the tribe be able to send one easily? Assassin to the heart of the alliance? Correct, this is the territory of the Kingdom of Azeroth, which belongs to His Majesty Varian, and the future belongs to His Highness Anduin, not mine."

"Since I am so impatient, why waste time waiting for me?"

"Holy Light, don't I seem to be welcoming distinguished guests?" Tess asked back: "Or, in your world and your customs, how should you welcome distinguished guests?"

"When I came out just now, I saw you keep your head down and keep your feet up and down. Only people who are worried or irritable can do this."

"Are you a psychologist?"

"I am not." Zelin shook his head: "But many people I deal with need to see a psychiatrist."

Noting Tess's puzzled look, Zelin continued to explain: "Don't get me wrong, I mean the previous client employer."

"Yes, but we have wasted enough time here. If you want to be my listener, we can talk about it on the road, or at the dinner party." Tess shook her head. As if to clear himself up, he made a please gesture to Zelin: "I prepared a welcome banquet for you in Stormwind Fortress. Don’t worry, it’s a private banquet, with only a few friends attending. Actually, this is Andu. Because of what His Highness hoped, he would love to see you again."

Chapter 2914: Secret Plan

Stormwind Fortress has only been captured once in history.

When the orcs from Draenor crossed the Dark Portal, Stormwind City, located to the east of the Dark Swamp, was the first to bear the brunt. Later, the Seven Nations Alliance of Mankind regained the lost ground, rebuilt Stormwind City and wiped out all the traces left by the orcs as much as possible. The magnificent Stormwind Fortress is hard to imagine, and there will really be troops able to break through its gates.

"Please go here, sir."

Zelin was greeted by an elderly servant with a kind smile. Will Benton pushed the small glasses clipped on the bridge of his nose, his voice was gentle.

"Thank you, sir."

Stormwind Fortress is as white as a spotless holy relic, and the cage is covered with a layer of gold at dusk

咚——

Half-hidden in the dim light of the setting sun on the sea level, a group of white pigeons flew over the top of the tower, and the bell of the Bright Cathedral rang six times, announcing the end of the day.

The white marble corridor is covered with dark red blankets, extending from the entrance to the throne room.

Will led Zelin to a side door in the corridor, raised his hand and gently knocked on the door three times.

"Please come in."

This is a large and simple room. Of course, compared to other living areas in the palace, this place is indeed simple. As a common problem in many castle rooms, the whole room has no windows and is illuminated by a trigeminal tree-shaped candlestick erected in the corner. On the chandelier hanging on the top of the house, 18 white candles are lit in three circles. Under the bright candlelight, the ground is covered with gorgeous embroidered carpets, as well as several benches and tables.

The blond Prince Anduin smiled at the old servant, a kind of kindness to the respectable old man, not a ceremonial smile toward the servant.

"Thank you, Will."

The old servant bent down and bowed: "My honor, Your Highness."

"The Holy Light is above. It is amazing to see a peaceful face again." Anduin stretched out his hand to Zelin: "In Stormwind City, I heard rumors about you more than once."

"That was really an accident." Zelin held Anduin's hand and shook it: "I hope it's not a bad rumor."

"The residents of Nightlight Town decided to erect a monument for you." Anduin's next words surprised Zelin: "They decided to commemorate the heroes who rescued the town from the demon minions and the undead during the time when Nightlight Town was abandoned by Stormwind City. Although my father’s consultant believed that such a monument would only remind the locals that Stormwind City had abandoned them, but I think such a monument should be, and all the nobles of Stormwind should remember that they owe the town of Nightlight. How much. Mistakes must be remembered, not buried, to avoid making mistakes again, right?"

"In the future, you will be able to become a good king, Your Highness." Zelin let go: "But I think they should remember the contribution of the Eberlock family. If it weren't for the old duke's decision to abandon the comfortable and wealthy life of Stormwind, then The night town that needs help the most has formed a night watchman force. Perhaps that town has long been like a small town in Crow Ridge, with only ruins left."

"The Duke of Eberlock... Because of Miss Eberlock's affairs, some people think that she almost destroyed the entire Nightlight Town. She is controversial, so in order to avoid controversy, the Nightlight Town Council did not raise this matter." Andu Yin lowered his gaze: "This is unfair. The Eberlock family has protected them for so many years. They can't be forgotten because of the last failure. Everyone is a victim of the Burning Legion."