The Journey of the Demon Hunter

But the goblin guard told Zelin an interesting news.

In the north of Stranglethorn Vale, there is a camp of venture capital companies. They set up camps on the shore to extract oil from the sea.

The demon hunter doesn't know what oil is. The goblins describe it as black gold. Maybe this is some kind of special currency among the goblins.

Just like the energy crystal used in the ethereal, it can also be called purple gold.

The rainforest of Stranglethorn Vale is dense, with verdant rootless vines parasitized under palm trees, wild plantains and monstera fill the remaining colors of the forest, and the rugged hills make Stranglethorn Vale like a labyrinth under the forest. Many people once walked into Stranglethorn Vale but never appeared again. The naga scattered on the coast, the barbaric trolls who still retain the custom of cannibalism, the crazy pirates and the vipers, tigers and wolves hiding in the shadows of the woods and choosing people to eat, will make a reckless traveler at any time. There is no trace in Stranglethorn Vale.

After squatting halfway in the bushes, Zelin slowly separated the branches. On the clearing below near the beach, rusty metal sheds are scattered among the ugly tree stumps, and huge goblin shredders are parked on the edge of the camp, with decorative lights hung on them, colorful lights and lush woodland appear Out of place. On the distant seashore, there are several huge structures that look like some kind of strange metal scaffolding, and a dark oily substance is floating on the sea near the scaffolding building.

Zelin squinted his eyes slightly. The sight here was very wide. Before night fell, he came here and found this good observation site. Hiding here, you can easily observe most of the camp.

This is a company exploration camp with local employees. Zelin had to find the goblin and figure out what he had said to Zalaka so that the troll hunter left Booty Bay without saying goodbye.

He must first find the headquarters of the camp. According to his understanding, there must be a list of employees in this place. As long as he finds the list of employees and the attendance manual, he can figure out who is not in the camp the night before.

Zelin watched, waited, and silently wrote down the route of the patrol guard in his heart. He does not want to attract too much attention, or involve any unnecessary forces. If all goes well...

Suddenly, the demon hunter heard a faint sound from the grass not far away through the mutant ear, like a salsa sound made by something hard rubbing the tip of the grass.

The fingers are like crawling spiders, moving a little bit to the waist. Zelin held his breath, listened carefully to the sound of the bushes, and formed the rune of the Kunen's seal with his other hand.

Five meters...

The ebony blade slowly came out of its sheath.

Three meters...

He heard a nervous heartbeat.

Huh!

He swung his sword like lightning, and the sense of obstruction from his arm told him that he did hit the target.

The first thing that catches the eye is the pair of slender fangs.

"In the name of Bonsandi."

The sound of air-conditioning was inhaled.

"Why are you here?"

With the help of the moonlight through the canopy, Zelin saw Zalaka's shocked face.

"Zaraka?" The demon hunter frowned, "You..."

The troll stretched out a finger to signal Zelin to be quiet, and then made a prone gesture.

Zelin bent down and hid behind the bushes with Zalaka. Soon, the footsteps of a group of goblin patrols moved from far to near.

Waiting patiently for the voice to go away, Zelin and Zalaka raised their heads again, the familiar doubts and puzzles he saw in each other's eyes.

"What's going on, Zaraka?" Zelin asked immediately: "You left without saying goodbye the night before, why are you here again today?"

"I also want to know, why are you here, werewolf?" Zaraka asked in the same puzzled manner: "Should you not be with Tallylian to protect her safety? You know her fighting skills, she It's not strong at all, it's because of Sin'dorei's family that I can become a messenger."

"I know, but... wait, Zaraka, let us calm down, and then figure out what's going on again, okay?" Zelin raised his hands and motioned for Zaraka to wait: "First of all, you first Answer one of my questions. Why did you leave Booty Bay the night before?"

"Me?" Zaraka was stunned: "I saw a messenger from the Horde, and he gave me an order to go to Camp Grom'gau immediately. There is a new mission in Camp Grom'gau that urgently needs my help. , They called me to go there, and for Talilian's guard job, they will hand it over to a new goblin guard."

Chapter 2933: Working Together

"The night before, a special envoy of the tribe found you?"

"That's right." The troll nodded: "On the top flight platform of the Sailor Inn, there are flight spots for the Alliance and the Horde. The messenger came in a two-legged dragon and came from Grom'gau."

"Is it a message?"

"It's a letter." Zaraka emphasized: "I won't believe in oral messages. It is a letter with a seal from the tribe on it."

"The seal of the tribe?"

"It is used when the leaders of the tribe give orders." Zaraka explained to Zelin: "There are only a few people in the tribe who have the right to use it. Issue orders. Usually you can see them in the main city. On the bulletin board, there will be orders from the chief every year, asking adventurers who are willing to work for the tribe to report to various tribe camps. I went to Gromgau, The local goblin told me that he had received an order to investigate the local venture capital company camp..."

"You said, logically there will be a goblin guard who will hand over work to you? Where is he?"

Zaraka was even more confused.

"After the goblin handed the letter to me, didn't he find you?"

Zelin thought for a moment.

Suddenly, thinking of some possibility, he made a fist with his left hand and smashed it **** his right hand.

"Damn it! We were fooled!"

On Haguero Island, Laetisa is preparing for this meeting.

Four heavily armed and heavily armored warriors will walk with her. She believes that this well-made armor will surely surprise the native races here. She has observed many soldiers in Azeroth. Most of them are equipped with ordinary plate armor, just pure wrought iron. Many of the remaining soldiers do not even have full plate armor, but instead use some kind of leather armor, let alone the alliance. The night elf race in China. Although they call themselves elves, the clothes on many sentinels and huntresses cannot be called armors. They are more like covering important parts with simple cloth strips and branches.

Who would wear this armor on the battlefield?

If it is for flexibility, then she can only determine that the power of this elven race is relatively lacking, so that protection must be sacrificed in order to pursue agility.

She must show the strength of the Ayn clan in this meeting!

"Oh, Letizia? Letizia, are you here?"

The voice of a werewolf came from outside the stone arch.

Letisha remembered that his name was Joseph, which was some kind of stupid and eloquent name.

"Please come in."

The navigator strives to maintain the etiquette she learned in Azeroth. This is an order from the sage, and she must maintain a good relationship with the representatives of the Alliance race.

At least temporarily.

Step by step, Joseph walked up the stone steps. When he passed through the arch, he scanned the leaves and vine patterns carved on the arch with a curious look. Then he looked suspiciously at the four heavily armed warriors behind Letizia, at the distance of the navigator. There is still five meters to stop.

"What is this going to do?"

"May your light bless you, Joseph."

Letisha put one hand behind her back and beckoned the soldier. The four warriors, who looked like towering boulders, took heavy steps and walked from both sides of Joseph, leaving the foundation platform of the palace.

The Governor’s Palace is still incomplete. The nearby walls are full of scaffolding used by workers. The scaffolding is full of wooden boxes, iron barrels and carving tools.