The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Zelin lowered his head and whispered a few words in Otto's ear.

"Yes, I think the trade giants must be very interested in this." Otto replied deliberately, "Dear Geert, I hope you never lack coins in your pocket. I have been very impressed with this land for ten years. Before, the night elves occupied this land, how did you get the jurisdiction of Silithus? In fact, just two months ago, there was an expedition of night elves and dwarf gnomes passing through Tanali. S. I want to know the detailed information. The trading giants don’t want to see their investment squandered. Or, after signing the agreement, they find that another group of owners have changed here."

"Uh...I know that group of expeditions, but after peaceful negotiations, they left." Gilt said: "We are peaceful businessmen, honest and trustworthy, law-abiding, friendly and generous..."

Otto turned his head slowly: "What did you say?"

Gilt swallowed: "I mean...the inch of gold must be contested, and the inch of gold must be contested."

"Really? They entered Silithus?"

"Yes, their original camp is over there." Gilt stretched out his finger: "Look, the alliance mark over there is still there. It is a peaceful negotiation and a safe retreat."

Zelin frowned and looked in the direction Geert pointed.

A simple wooden house stands alone in the wind and sand, with a brand new Union logo hanging on the door.

Otto visited the camp for a day, and proposed to visit the local Azerite mining base near the big rift the next day. But Gilt kindly invited Otto to stay in the camp in the ruins of the Cenarion Fortress, saying that the local supervisor would come to this camp soon to hold a welcome banquet for Gilt, and then they could discuss visiting the grand banquet at the banquet. The problem of rips.

As night fell, the candles on the miners' hats in the camp swayed in the dark with the movement of mining, dotted with the mines under the hills. There were deafening explosions from time to time, and it was the goblin using explosives to unearth new Azerite veins.

"Unbelievable, they actually work overtime every day."

Otterdo returned to the tent, Zelin stood at the door, listening to the outside voice, and after making sure that there were no eavesdroppers outside, the goblin took off the felt hat on his head and threw it on the bed: "Gary Vickers gave it to you. How much do they pay for overtime? Working day and night, I suspect they will build a hospital next to the mine. Well, the medical expenses will be deducted from the overtime pay!"

"It's a pity that you don't become a trading giant."

Zelin walked to the table, picked up the cup and took a sip: "But they are lying."

"Lying?"

"The Alliance logo on the abandoned house is the latest addition. It is dry and dusty everywhere. As far as I know, the Alliance exploration team arrived in Silithus two months ago and has been exploring for more than a month. Time. And, before that, they had already established a camp here and rebuilt the Cenarion Fortress, which took about half a year."

"In other words..."

"This used to be a campsite." Zelin put down the cup and pointed his finger at the foot: "But the attack did not happen here."

"To be honest, I can't imagine. So many workers, geologists, engineers, and druids, except for a few guarded sentries and huntresses, the rest are scholars who have no combat ability. The Bilgewater Chaebol will take them all. Killed? Especially less than a year has passed since the Alliance and the Horde joined forces to fight the Burning Legion. So the Alliance and Horde have a bad reputation in the Hot Sand Group. Apart from the end of the world, what else can make them temporarily stop? Otto scratched his cheek: "It's really sensational...what are you doing?"

"I'm going out tonight." Zelin drank a bottle of cat potion, then squatted down on the other side of the tent, closed his eyes, and listened to the sounds outside. The power of the potion made his heart pound and beat, forcefully sending the potion to every corner of his body. He snapped his fingers, the candle on the table went out, and the shadow instantly enveloped the tent. When the light disappears, the eyes of the demon hunter are covered with a dark red luster

In his sight, only dark red blood cells remained in the shadow, and dark red lines scattered from the blood cells like vines. The temperature of those hearts and blood vessels.

There are three miners near the wooden crates, who should be resting for shifts, and two guards on patrol are approaching. There are two miners in the south, their pace is very slow, and they are judged to be moving goods. There are two other people in the southeast, approaching... the night is a good time.

After waiting for the two guards to pass, Zelin took out a dagger and cut a gap in the tent.

"I will be back before dawn."

"But what if you don't come back?"

Zelling paused: "You can run by yourself."

After speaking, he walked through the gap and walked out of the tent.

Chapter 2957 Medical Malpractice

The two moons in the sky spread blue and white light on the land of Silithus.

On the ground, countless lights dotted the huge mine, and in the cracks, countless goblin miners were waving their miner's hoes, further expanding Azeroth’s scars, like the bleeding wound of a tree. , Crawling densely packed with ants.

Azerite flows out continuously and is put into wooden barrels. Whenever someone went down with a **** and new Azerite liquid was flowing on the ground, the nearby miners would burst into cheers. This means countless bonuses, and the favor of the Prince of Trade.

After squatting down on a wooden crate, Zelin held his head on the edge of the wooden crate with both hands, and carefully looked at the excavation camp in the distance.

He had never seen such a large mine.

The entire Silithus seemed to have become a digging site for the rustwater chaebol, and the ground was pitted, and the flowing Azerite converged into a golden river in the cracks of the mineral deposit. It's like a flat skin, which is rubbed into blood and blood with a file, just to take away more blood.

In locations far away from the Rift Mine, more goblin engineers are busy destroying the ground with explosives, looking for more Azerite veins, and more distant locations sparkle from time to time. The goblin’s ambitions for Azerite are obviously not limited to the Big Rift. Location. In the otherwise silent night, only the clinking sounds were left and right, which was the sound of the miner's **** hitting the rock.

Not far away, Zelin heard cheers.

Look in the direction of the sound.

In the place surrounded by many goblin miners, the dazzling golden liquid spewed out, like a fountain, spouting more than three meters high. Azerite quickly solidified after being in contact with the air, and fell on the ground and turned into dark golden gravel, and the height of the gushing gradually decreased. Soon, a giant crystal stone with a height of nearly two meters appeared at the eruption, like a solidified scar, blocking the outflow of more Azerite.

"Quickly knock out this annoying crystal block!"

A goblin took off the miner's hat and patted the dust on the hat excitedly: "We can get a bonus of thirty silver coins, a full thirty! This must be a complete Azerite vein!"

"Get out, get out, I still have explosives here."

Another goblin excitedly waved the explosive stick in his hand: "You first collect the broken pieces on the ground and find a wooden barrel. Before it solidifies again, collect more Azerite."

"I can finally get off work." A miner threw away his pickaxe excitedly: "According to the regulations, how long can we rest, after discovering a new Azerite vein?"

"About a day? I still had a glass of juice with ice." Another miner's face was full of joy: "How long have we been working continuously? One week? For the sake of Kaya-Cola, this is comparable. Work on Cozan Island is much better. A vein is a vacation and an extra bonus. I have never seen the Prince of Trade be so generous."

"You have a problem with this sentence."

The two miners turned around, and a serious goblin supervisor in a tuxedo appeared behind them. Pushing the glasses, behind the lenses, there are indifferent eyes staring at the laws and regulations. Beside the supervisor, two strong thugs and bodyguards followed.

"The Prince of Trade has always been generous and selfless, and worked hard for the development and growth of the Bilgewater Chaebol. When the boss is working all the time, it stands to reason that the employees below cannot rest while the boss is working! Ah~ how generous he is. People, I can give employees a holiday, and I have to consider you when I am so tired, but in the end I have to endure unreasonable criticism. This week, you will deduct 50 copper coins from your salary and deduct it from your bonus. Baoste , Write down this sentence... I'm not referring to wage deductions, it's me, write down all of it."

"Yes, beautiful lady, I will definitely submit your words to the boss as they are." The document behind the bodyguard turned the pen between his fingers: "The name of the report is called...Miss Fordley successfully stopped the rumors and maintained it again. The reputation of the Prince of Trade."

"It's clarification."

"Yes, maintenance changed to clarification."

Annoyed, the two miners left the excavation site and returned to their rest camp. On the road, other excavation sites are still working in full swing. Two medical staff carrying a stretcher ran past, and a worker who was injured by explosives lay on the stretcher. The worker lay on one side, waving his other unbroken arm, and shouting loudly.

"I'm not injured! I can still work! Don't send me to the hospital, don't send me to the hospital! I have dug two mines, I have done meritorious service for the supervisor, I want to see the supervisor, I want to see the supervisor!"

But the sound was soon overshadowed by more explosions.

The goblin holding the miner's hat looked at the injured worker who was taken away pitifully: "Poor fellow, I was commended by the supervisor four days ago. Representatives of the miners, the most outstanding laborers, can be used as bulletproof vests with more medals. Probably. Will be amputated and then expelled after deducting medical expenses."

"That depends on how much medical expenses are. If it is too much, Azshara's timber processing plant is still short of people on the assembly line. It's just that one leg is missing and it won't get in the way."

"But his medal should be exchangeable for money, right?"

The worker carrying two pickaxes walked forward without looking back: "You don't know? Those medals are made of wood and painted with yellow paint. They can't even stop the bows and arrows. You know they were close to Zuo. Is there a place to pull the Worm Nest? Fight broke out there. There was a poor guy whose chest was dug out. The badge didn't work at all. It's not as good as an iron plate."

"Fighting? Didn't the people in the news department say that it was all rumors? Competitors sent it to spread it."

The worker put the pickaxe on the ground and stared at his companion with wide eyes: "Did I say anything?"