The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Zelin carried the oil lamp and observed the mural.

With the help of the dim light, the demon hunter stretched out his hand and lifted the hanging vine. The huge spider carved on the mural is looming. The spider sat on the altar, and countless trolls worshipped below.

"This is Shadra, the spider god."

Zaraka's voice floated behind Zelin like a ghost.

"Zaraka?"

"We fell into a dangerous cobweb, werewolf."

The troll hunter's eyes were cautious and serious, and the lights flickered in his eyes: "It makes the prey lose itself and decay and fester in the poison."

"We are always struggling in the cobweb, Zaraka." Zelin replied in a low voice, sweeping the wall with the hand of the oil lamp: "This is life."

"This is a secret letter I received."

"Thank you."

Zelin raised the oil lamp above the letter paper, and the spider demigod melted into the shadow.

"I am honored to inform you, Mr. Zarka...who would write in this format?"

"Everyone." The troll stretched out his index finger and tapped his fangs: "Since the goblins came, all official letters have started like this. They call it format, we call it nonsense."

"...The Bilgewater Chaebol representatives in the Grom'gau Camp desperately need your help. Your performance on the Broken Beach has already been heard by everyone. We are honored to invite you to participate in an event to ensure that yours will be filled. Wallet. When you receive this letter, please go to Grom'gau camp immediately and report to Special Commissioner Rick Dez."

Zelin read out the contents of the letter in a low voice, then raised his head questioningly: "Bilgewater Chaebol?"

"Goblin of the Horde."

Zaraka said concisely: "The representative is the Prince of Trade Gary... Sorry, I forgot, his name and his appearance are very tasteless."

"I understand."

Zelin took a deep breath, and the cool sea breeze of Stranglethorn Vale was mixed with annoying moisture. No matter what time, he is not used to the rain forest climate, as if clothes are always sticking to his body, and the sweat that flows out will never evaporate, like mud.

"That is to say..." The demon hunter returned the letter to Zalaka: "In this matter, either a traitor has appeared among the Bilgewater Cartel..."

"Either a traitor has appeared in the tribe."

Zaraka and Zelin looked at each other, and the demon hunter saw a certain kind of hatred in his eyes: "The most heinous traitor."

"...It's over. I can only do this without divine tools, more amulets and potions."

Francesca's voice came from the corner of the wall. Zelin turned his head, and the wizard warlock sighed and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

Her hands are full of blood.

Zelin squatted in front of her, took out the handkerchief, and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Thank you."

The elf warlock chuckled slightly: "Our good demon hunter is in trouble, how can I continue to stay in Dalaran. But I have to admit that you scared me, Zelin. Give me an explanation. I should have talked to Tuvis tonight about Outland. I hope Yamilie can inform it in time, otherwise it will waste a night in the Magic Hotel."

There is not much chaos magic power here. Using the portal directly to cross such a long distance is very likely to be dangerous, so the elf warlock decided to first reach Stormwind through the portal of Dalaran, and then reach the treasure through the portal of Stormwind. Bay. Tess seemed to have notified the werewolves in Greyfang in advance, and the Elf Warlock did not encounter any difficulties when using the portal. After arriving at Booty Bay, she used positioning magic to open the door with Chaos Magic to come to Zelin.

"It's a long story, how is her situation?"

"Very bad."

Zelin looked into Enid's eyes, and he realized that the Elf Warlock was not joking.

"How to say?"

"In a broad sense, she is still alive, her body functions continue to function, her metabolism will not stop, her heart is still beating, and she will bleed even if she is stabbed."

Every time the wizard warlock uttered a word, Zelin's heart sank.

The more she said, the more serious the situation.

Enid licked her lower lip, paused, and silently swept across Jia Liya, who was kneeling on the ground beside her and praying: "You have to promise me first, Zelin, no matter what you hear, you must be calm. . Okay?"

"I'm as calm as ever, Enid."

"No, it's not, Virginia and I have talked about your mood fluctuating dangerously while helping the Mirror Master." The wizard warlock gestured to Zelin with peace of mind: "I I believe that the second mutation of the year will have a deeper and deeper impact on you. Just like four years ago, you would laugh like a normal person and feel as sad. Ten years ago, or twenty-five years ago When we first met, it was impossible."

"But I can still control my power, Enid...well, I assure you, I will listen to your advice instead of making my own claim."

"You promise?"

"...This is my promise."

"She may never wake up."

Zelin frowned suspiciously: "What do you mean?"

"The bullet broke her spine, and there is nothing I can do."

Zelin held his forehead and sighed helplessly.

He understood what this meant. In the world of demon hunters, some soldiers suffered such trauma on the battlefield, which would be more terrifying than dying on the spot. They are usually disbanded after the war, and then abandoned by their families until they starve to death. Or a kind-hearted comrade-in-arms help him out. After amputation, he can still be a beggar and beg for life, but his spine is broken and he can only pray for a quick and painless death.

Including Demon Hunters.

Paralyzed.

Is a warrior the most terrifying demon.

"It's not just paralysis."

As if reading Zelin’s thoughts, Francesca continued: “She may not be able to wake up, there is a strange curse on that bullet. At least, so far, I can only be sure that her heart and brain are still alive. ...That's it."

"Holy light can lift the curse." Jialia interrupted impatiently: "Send her to the Cathedral of Light, where there are many high-ranking priests."

"It won't be that simple, Jia Liya." Zelin lowered his gaze, and Talilian closed her eyes slightly, as if she was taking a nap: "Tonight, Letiza didn't come either. Traitors of the tribe, how could let Letizia give up? Where's the meeting?"

"Lettisha? What's wrong with her?" Francesca asked suspiciously: "Did she betrayed?"

"I can't draw conclusions. I have to meet her before I can figure it out."

"If she dares to betray you." The wizard warlock's face was cold: "Yesterday Tuvis gave me an interesting drawing for making a staff. I happen to be missing a skull."

Jia Liya looked at Zelin a little puzzled, and looked at Francesca with a little fear: "What's next?"

"Enid, I am afraid I have to trouble you with one more thing."

The wizard warlock stretched out a finger and placed it in front of Zelin's mouth, with the corners of his mouth slightly cocked.