The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The next step is to know people with insight, what to put in a long line, to catch big fish, and what old people's experience must be right.

The golden-eyed figure shook his head, returned his gaze to the heavy book in front of him, picked up the feather pen on the side, dipped it in the bottle of ink, and continued to write notes on it.

"Upfront investment?"

The voice from behind made Otto's generous speech.

The goblin turned his head slowly mechanically, and a figure stood behind him, just covering him.

"How did you stop?" Zelin asked curiously. He bypassed the goblin and walked to the crystal tower: "I was listening to your investment speech just now. Seeing you are so serious, so I didn't bother you. But you just said What kind of fishing, what kind of fish?"

"Uh, I mean..." Otto swallowed.

"Fishing competition in Booty Bay." The golden-eyed figure said without looking up.

"Oh! Yes!" The goblin slapped his hands vigorously: "You probably don't know the fishing competition in Booty Bay anymore. In the first fishing competition that year, an old man caught a 22-pound catfish. At that time, it was a sensation. The owner of the Hot Sands Group presented the prize to him personally. We were all fishing there, taking a leisurely walk, and measuring the world on two legs. How impatient and hurried like the young people nowadays The portal ran around and refused to stop and look at the scenery around us. We don’t even ride horses..."

"You couldn't afford a horse at that time." The golden-eyed figure murmured again.

"It's... because it's expensive." The goblin tried to sort out the lines in his mind, but his voice was a little stuttered: "So I still remember the first brown wolf mount I got, unlike you young people, to the mount. It's like going to the market, not knowing how to cherish and cherish. Every horse is a good horse and should be like your family. What do you think, a werewolf?"

"Well, you are right."

Zelin nodded in agreement. He raised his head, looked at the crystal tower, stretched out his hand, caressed the radiant crystal, a cold touch came from his fingertips: "I watched this light come, where is this place on earth, Otto? I Guess, it’s not just a deserted forest, right? And, you haven’t introduced me to your friends yet."

Chapter 2952 The Forgotten

This is a crystal tower located in Un'Goro Crater, one of the three mysterious crystal towers in the crater.

According to a research conducted by a dwarf scholar, these three crystal towers are related to the crystal clusters scattered in the Un'Goro Crater. Different crystal towers can receive energy crystals of different colors to produce different effects. But after inserting the crystal into the groove of the base, the crystal tower will glow. After Zelin disappeared, Otto immediately thought of using this trick to contact the Demon Hunter.

"...I can't call your name everywhere in the rain forest. It is estimated that I will be killed by the Rampaging Dragon before you."

Otto was sitting on the ground with his hands propped on his hands: "But your skills are so great that you can get out of the swamp alive. Is that a hook? I heard that two years ago, hooks were still risky. The favorite prop of the readers is in Stormheim. I heard that the road there is very steep and there are many places where hooks are needed. At that time, hooks were made and bought, but they could make a lot of money. But unfortunately, burn. The Legion was defeated and our business opportunities were gone. Now I believe that you were indeed in the Broken Isles when the war broke out."

Zelin does not intend to give any explanation for this.

"Won't the Tyrannosaurus come near here?"

"Yes, Rastrosaurus won't, this is the experience we summed up back then." Otto took out his own dry food reserve, which is a kind of small biscuit: "But many years ago, there were pterosaurs everywhere. But after the cataclysm, the pterosaurs all escaped. We don’t know what happened, but no one is interested in investigating. After all, no one cares about it here. Look, Sfatney! I told you, any experience and knowledge. They are all valuable, and you never know when they will come in handy!"

The girl called Sfatney gathered her scarf and said nothing, but made a few more strokes in her notes. Zelin smelled a scent of rose perfume.

"Can you leave on a safe road one day?"

"Safe?" Otto seemed to come back to his senses suddenly: "Oh, yes, safe, yes, haha, safe! Of course, I know a way, continue to go north along the crater, which is the Marshall before the cataclysm. Camp. It’s safe. Then go west, bypass the Fear Path, and you will see the valley leading to Silithus."

"Very good. I think there are no pterosaurs, tyrannosaurus, stegosaurus and divansaurus, especially Devil tyrannosaurus, right?"

"Ha, yes, yes, without these..." Otto smiled dryly: "But there are thunder lizards."

"...Thunder Lizard?"

"Yes, but don't worry, as long as you follow my route and don't make any unnecessary movements, these thunder lizards are a group of meek and good babies." Otterdo smiled and scratched the back of his head: "But you must understand. Crossing the Un'Goro Crater is a challenge in itself. Walking in the rainforest full of dinosaurs, only the most experienced adventurers can succeed. Believe me, your investment is not only worth the money, when you go back, you You can still proudly tell the people in the Eastern Kingdom what magnificent natural landscape you have seen. There must be no such place in the continent where your hometown is."

Zelin thought about it seriously, and nodded: "You are right, indeed there is none."

If there was such a place, Dolgaray would probably resign and live in it. In fact, he once wanted to live in the Brockleron Forest, but the tree spirits did not welcome male guests

"Today we will rest here." Otto put the biscuits into his mouth, then picked up the small water bottle, opened the oak cork, took a sip and rushed into his throat: "Leave tomorrow morning. In the early morning, the dinosaurs are not that way. Active. When I was collecting dirt for the druids in Un'Goro Crater, I got up early every day to find opportunities."

"But this statement is actually groundless." The figure hiding under the gray and black robes muttered in a low voice: "According to the observation of local biological habits, it can be confirmed that this statement is just a personal experience used by old adventurers to brag."

"You should take care of your throat, dear." Otto pretended to gritted his teeth: "Oh, yes! I haven't introduced you to it yet." He realized that Zelin was still sitting next to him: "This man My...the daughter of an old friend named Sfatney, a scholar who specializes in recording the history of various places."

"It's so dangerous here, and it's not so friendly for a scholar." Zelin looked at Stefani unexpectedly, observing what is special about the overly thin woman in front of him.

"Uh...Thanks to my experience, haha." Otto forced a smile: "With an old adventurer by his side, it must be safer. It's getting late, let's rest here..."

"No, it's not right." Zelin stretched out a finger and interrupted Otto: "You told me in Gadgetzan that you haven't received a commission for a long time, and the last time you came to Ann Goro Crater is to help the Marshall expedition clean up the camp. If you are helping this young lady, how could I meet you in Gadgetzan?"

Otto took a look at Sfatney with some bewilderment, and then coughed hard: "Helping the daughter of an old friend is definitely not a commission, free of charge, not a job."

Zelin frowned: "Are you really a goblin?"

The goblin raised his head sadly and looked to the sky: "I owe money, and now his daughter is back to ask for the bill, I can't help it. Alas, the mistake I made when I was young."

"Well, Otto, I don't believe it." Sfatney's voice echoed with a certain muffled voice: "Don't worry, werewolf, Russia will not murder you, and Otto does not want to take your coins. She closed the book and began to pack the ink bottle and quill beside her: "I can leave temporarily, you can sleep well."

Zelin was indeed guarding against this.

He has seen too many corpses abandoned in the wild, and many of them are warriors who are good at using swords. But no matter how good a swordsman, after closing his eyes and relaxing, he couldn't resist the dagger that pierced his back.

Never let your guard down, no matter what kind of disguise you face.

"I think being honest can help us sleep peacefully, don't you?" Zelin opened his arms: "I'm just a traveler. If there is no malice, I don't want to make trouble."

Otto looked at Sfatney a little speechlessly, then lowered his head, scratching his pointed and flat ears speechlessly with both hands.

"Oh! Do you always do your own way?" He looked at Zelin and quickly raised his hands to indicate that he was not malicious: "Ah, please don't get me wrong, I just don't want you to fight."

"Fight?" Zelin looked at Sfatney who was packing and preparing to leave. Obviously, she and Otto were acquainted, and both of them thought that Zelin would attack Sfatney after seeing Sfatney. "Why?" He asked curiously, "I'm not a robber."

Zelin was very surprised.

When he was guarding against these two men plotting against himself, they were also guarding against him plotting against them!

"But now, how should I put it, the relationship between the Alliance and the Horde is not very good." Otto rubbed his hands nervously, squeezing a smile on his face as if it could alleviate the upcoming cold scene: "And, I heard that the werewolf... …The relationship with the forgotten is even worse."

The forgotten?

Zelin looked unexpectedly at Sfatney who lifted the canvas bag and stood up to get out of the hiding place. He had seen the forgotten, but the number of the forgotten was not large. Even in Dalaran, it was only a glance from a distance. This is the first time Zelin has observed a sane undead so close.

According to Altea, the Forsaken were the victims of the Scourge. When the power of the Lich King weakens, get rid of the control of the Lich King and regain freedom. But Altea emphasized more than once that these regained undeads are not necessarily better than unconscious monsters, and their jealousy of the living sometimes makes them do more irrational things. At this time, they are more harmful than those unconscious zombies.

Although Otto was smiling, he stared warily at the hilt of the demon hunter's waist. He was very clear about the strength of the werewolf in front of him. Normal people would be scared to walk when they saw the Devil Tyrannosaurus, but he gave the monster a heavy blow. If he really intends to do it, he may not be able to stop it.

Zelin's next move made the goblin breathe a sigh of relief.

With arms folded across his chest, Zelin seemed to have heard some joke: "I only met her for less than half an hour. Why should I attack her? As long as she doesn't intend to attack me. Sit down, Miss Sfatney. , You can continue your notes."

Sfatney's golden eyes hidden in the shadow of the hood flashed by with surprise.

"Oh." She responded indifferently, and sat back on the ground. Then she took out the ink bottle and book that she had just put back in the package, and resumed her work attentively again.

"So, what you told me just now is also false?"

"Fake? What is it?" Otto's smile seemed to stiffen on his face, and he had to rub his face vigorously: "I don't sell fakes, werewolves, it's about credibility, understand? What if there is no credibility? Make money!"