The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Zelin and Joseph walked to a place near the dock. Before the demon hunter could speak, the werewolf raised his hands: "I know what you want to ask, okay, okay, anyway, I don’t intend to hide it from you. There is no point in hiding it from you, you will find out sooner or later. Yes, yes, just as you imagined. I told them the news about Zul'Gurub."

"Let me think about it. Tess asked you to say that?"

"When the crown prince of Gilneas found me, what do you think I should do?" Joseph rubbed his long chin with his sharp nails. Some Gilneas still maintain the appearance of humans in normal times. They prefer their identity as humans, while some accept the appearance of werewolves and no longer regard themselves as humans. Joseph is obviously the latter: "Furthermore, this matter is not harmful to everyone. You see, if the Ayn can really occupy Zul'Gurub, they will get a city, and the troll tribe of Stranglethorn Vale will completely lose their support. The expeditionary camp can take the opportunity to expand the occupied area and seize this rich rainforest. And...this matter is not harmful to the tribe, is it? When the Gurubashi tried to rise again, the tribe sent a lot of dark spear trolls. Come here to fight them, I even heard that a group of Zandalari trolls are also coming to fight the Gurubashi in a very distant place."

"So..."

"So, I don't see what's wrong with this." Joseph held his hands together, and a smile on the wolf's face: "Look, we are friends, right? As long as I can do this, see. With these aliens rushing over, killing all the trolls like cutting melons and cutting vegetables, and expanding the territory for the Alliance, I can return to the prosperous Stormwind City to work, instead of blowing the sea breeze in this wilderness. Look. These sea breezes made my hairs twisted together, not to mention that the sun here is always so poisonous. When sleeping, we must guard against the poisonous snakes that crawl out of the ground. These Ain friends seem to know war well and let them fight a battle. , The entire Azeroth will be cleaned a lot."

Zelin sighed.

He heard what Joseph wanted to tell him.

The Alliance planned their allies camp near Booty Bay, and it took a few days to spread the news to every corner of Azeroth. When enough spies were attracted and opened their sneaky eyes to stare at the Ayn camp, the Ayn can just come out and attack the largest troll city in Stranglethorn Vale.

Once, that city was occupied by a group of troll priests who worshiped the bloodthirsty **** Hakkar until they were defeated. Later, some of the troll tribes scattered in Stranglethorn Vale re-entered the city and began a new life. And because of the confrontation between the Alliance and the Horde in Stranglethorn Vale, no one is going to trouble them for the time being.

If the Ayn can quickly occupy the entire city, the Alliance will gain an absolute advantage in the struggle for Stranglethorn Vale with the Horde for several years.

"Actually, everyone hates trolls, don't they? Fighting trolls... can it be called war?" Joseph lowered his head and scratched his nose: "These tribes are all savages. , Taking advantage of the confrontation occupying such a large area of ​​land, it is better for the Alliance to take them now than to join the tribe later, or suddenly one day announce the resurrection of the Gurubashi Empire again. If you want me to say, the resurrection is nothing. Good thing, just like those corpses in North Lordaeron, they are all human cities, and as a result, they are full of undead. If they lie back obediently, there won't be so much trouble."

"We are talking about war, Joseph."

"Yes, war, but everyone needs it. Once it starts, Ain will benefit, the Alliance will benefit, and I will benefit too." Joseph spread his hands and showed a triumphant smile: "Everyone is happy."

Chapter 2921: War is business

"Who wouldn't like war? Guns, ordnances, armors, war horses, what does this mean? Hundreds of gold coins are flowing to a suitable place at a speed visible to the naked eye."

Gary Vickers is probably one of the few guests who can visit the Undercity with a smile on his face. Sylvanas remembered that when the Forsaken joined the tribe, Thrall sent a group of Kor'kron guards to the Undercity to monitor the undead in the name of helping the Forsaken guard the city. Those powerful orc elites will be extremely uncomfortable when facing the dungeon with biochemical sewage and floating rancid smell.

The last guy who watched the Undercity with a smile on his face was called Varimathras, and his betrayal almost ruined everything.

"I believe that as long as someone can fire the first shot, the Bilgewater Chaebol can immediately create more than a thousand jobs and build more military factories throughout the tribe. I have proposed to the warchief more than once that Garrosh build the Austrian The Grimma Underground City is arranged to be used by the Bilgewater Cartel, which will become the best military factory in the world...just in the safest underground Orgrimmar."

A river flows around the edge of the Undercity. It was once the sewer of Lordaeron. It was filled with dark green liquid and filled with biochemical waste from the alchemy area. Eventually, the waste water would flow down the sewer and flow into the south. Lordamere Lake.

The circular city plan well inherited the city once on the ground-Lordaeron. The military zone, alchemy zone, thieves zone and magic zone neatly divide the circular city into four different parts, and the central platform at the junction of the four zones is the busiest trading zone in the Undercity.

As surprising as it sounds, the undead also need a deal.

"But the Alliance will not do business with you, and their white holy city stores an unimaginable amount of gold coins, right?"

"Ah, you are right. I admit that the Horde is a good trading partner. The only pity is that they have too little money. Look at what happened after the war against the Burning Legion ended. They actually said Don’t buy weapons and equipment? Don’t even need logging robots? My god, in order to develop the wood of Ashenvale, my engineers are working day and night to research more efficient logging machines. Thousands of years of old trees turned into firewood and thrown into the fireplace. As a result, the chief did not want it? He also said that the Warsong Lumberyard is no longer expanded? Why! There is a large amount of high-quality wood there, and we can open several lumberyards! The benefits are amazing. !"

"Alliance." Sylvanas said lightly.

"That's right." Gary Vickers took out the handkerchief and snorted on the tip of his nose: "The nasty alliance, we don't develop the forest by ourselves, and we are not allowed to make money. I suspect that those night elves have problems with their brains. There will be fools who don't like money."

Sylvanas was noncommittal.

When she was a high elf, she didn't have much affection for Kaldorei. They chose the path of druids and worshipped the moon god, which was incompatible with the path of magic chosen by Sin'dorei.

"Poor, I have to find a group of people who are about to retire, quickly dismiss them, and save a pension. This is all harmed by the alliance, pity my good employees." Gary Vickers pretended to wipe them. She shed tears: "Will waste equipment. That's all a lot of money."

Sylvanas retracted her thoughts, and now it seemed that Gary Vix's sadness was real.

The team of the Prince of Trade traveled along the Sewage River and crossed the military zone to the alchemy area. This is the essence of the Undercity. The Alchemists of the Royal Apothecary Association are working day and night to study potions that the living cannot touch. The air is filled with a pungent smell, but only the dead can be in this way. Concentrated work in the environment.

No rest, no sleep, and no supplementary allowance.

Perhaps only experimental materials are missing.

Gary Vix's entourage took out the industrial gas mask, and they came prepared. An entourage walked behind the Prince of Trade holding a gift box.

"Allow me to present to you, this gift I prepared in advance."

"Oh?"

Sylvanas was curious.

Gift, what a distant term. The understanding of gifts between the undead is completely different from that of the living.

"This is the latest antiseptic potion researched by my employees. It has been tested that even in the high temperature environment near Huoyu Mountain, the body can keep for a month without decay." Gary Vickers showed a flattering smile on his face: " It is very valuable, and I also prepared different brands with different prices to ensure that every resident of Undercity can enjoy the excellent products from the Bilgewater Chaebol..."

Sylvanas began to seriously consider whether to throw the hateful little green skin in front of him into the sewage river.

The Royal Society of Pharmacists has been complaining recently that there is not enough experimental material.

"I will stay."

She slowly spit out a few words.

The entourage behind Gary Vickers quickly wrote tomorrow's news headlines in his notebook.

The team passed through the alchemy area and entered a long narrow path on the side. This is the passage leading to the underground palace, with loyal royal guards of terror standing on both sides.

"Close to the subject, Azerite..."

"It's very safe to keep in the hands of the Bilgewater Chaebol." Gary Vickers picked up a cigar, and the secretary next to him immediately caught fire: "But unfortunately, I don't have many employees who have been able to deal with Azerite. Good research work, report on the progress of weaponization. I think we can cooperate in a certain sense, maybe my employees can be resurrected after death, and continue to work for the Bilgewater Chaebol. Then I will never pay Their work injury insurance and pension!"

"Azerite."

"Oh, yes, Azerite." The Prince of Trade took a deep breath, holding a cigar between two fingers, slowly spit out a puff of smoke, and satisfactorily scanned the alchemy zone, the non-stop pharmacists at work : "Once, I had a very good engineer, his name is Gritzk Fitzlench, very good, a genius, a master of goblin engineering. But unfortunately, one day he resigned. Although I I asked him for a large amount of liquidated damages, but he still resigned. If I want to quickly make an Azerite weapon, I must get this weapon expert."

"Where is he?"

"In... the territory of the Hot Sand Group."

"Not easy?"

"It wouldn't be easy without the permission of the tribal chief. And..." Gary Vickers flicked the soot: "At the time, he had another partner who was also an expert in weapons engineering. Unfortunately, his partner. No one is in my hands."

"Where is this?"

"She's called Saffronita Old Car. It's in the hands of the Alliance."

Chapter 2922: Hisalie's Gift

Saphronita Gucha has never considered herself a weapon engineer.

"I am a geologist."

The dwarf took the trouble to explain to the night elves in front of him.

"Ah, geologist, I guess, they are studying minerals?" Xisali stretched out her index finger and rubbed her forehead, trying to think in her mind who she knew like a geologist: "Collect the rocks and put them in On the desktop, chant a spell on it, and then it turns into gold?"

"That's a myth."