The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The flying worker bees rushed into the chamber like a dark river. Perhaps the scorched corpse of the General Wormman still had sparks frightened them. Perhaps it was to wait for something, but they had not yet launched an attack, but were on top of their heads. Circling.

The druid looked over his head.

What the **** are you doing, Hisalie... You are going to die soon, but you are still talking and laughing here. And her man is still carefully cleaning her wounds, as if in a hospital, not in a worm's nest.

Is this the so-called romance?

Alas... It seems pretty good too.

"So you didn't do anything wrong. If I rejected you at that time, it wouldn't happen again."

Zelin bandaged the other leg, brought the night elf's slender and beautiful legs together, and rolled them together with new gauze as a fixation.

"Then you won't give me that piece of dragon scale as a gift, and I will die in Val'sharah, in the battle with the devil." Xisali forced a wry smile: "Great Elune, Is this the sentence you gave me? I can enjoy a year of happy time and get a more painful ending than being split in half with an axe."

"I remember that in the evening, I told you more than once that there will always be a retreat plan in my plan, otherwise you will not be able to see me, because most of the adventurous demon hunters were in the first ten years. He died in the monster lair."

Hisalie licked the corner of her mouth in shame.

But Zelin's words made her mind unable to help but recall the unrestrained life in Dalaran during that time from the fear of impending death.

He was right, at that time she basically had no thinking ability.

It's a pity that I can't do it again before dying, Xisally thought with regret.

At this time, she saw Zelin take out a violet rune.

The magic circle of teleportation appeared at their feet instantly, and then, the magic circle floated upwards, forming a relative ring, enclosing them.

Zelin unwrapped the package and took out a cloth bag. After experiencing so many different worlds, he realized that the Dragon Dream is very valuable, so he made some cloth bags and put the Dragon Dream powder alone in it.

Seven huge bug soldiers rushed out of the tunnel. Under their leadership, the circling insect swarm pierced Zelin like a sharp sword!

The magic circle of teleportation began to rotate, turning faster and faster. When the speed reached the limit and the magic runes in the circle could hardly be seen, Zelin twitched the tether, the mouth of the cloth bag was loosened, and then he was thrown into the sky, and the dark green powder fluttered.

The figures of Zelin and Xisali disappeared into the white light.

The insect swarm stabbed where they were just now. And at the moment when the teleportation technique disappeared, there was a crisp snapping sound.

Slap--

The next moment, the burst of fire like a roaring demon engulfed the entire chamber instantly!

Chapter 2969: No White Horse

Otto was sitting in the tent, holding up the sober coffee, sniffing the white mist from the water glass.

Taking a sip, he put down the cup.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound in the distance, and the porcelain cover danced on the water cup.

The goblin hurriedly covered the water glass and looked around uncertainly. Bend down subconsciously, ready to put his hand on the button of the leg rocket boots at any time. But when he saw other Bilgewater chaebol goblins near the tent looking around with the same panic, he breathed a sigh of relief, and kicked Gilt under the table.

"Come out, not an experimental explosion."

Flying sand swept over the hills.

White light flashed, and two figures appeared in the air more than two meters high. After a pause of one second, the two fell together.

Zelin hugged Xisali and let her head rest on her shoulders. His back touched the ground, and the night elf pressed heavily on him.

"Ahem!"

Zelin exhaled slowly, and the yellow sand under him let him sigh of relief. He knew very well that the ground near Zola's Nest was scorched black without any gravel. Slightly squinting his eyes, the Demon Hunter turned his head and saw the Demon Excalibur in the distance. Judging by his relative position, he should be south of Silithus.

Before preparing to go to Silithus, Zellin commissioned Francesca to find Mrs. Yurina, who has become a warden, in Dalaran, and commissioned her to help herself make a teleportation rune. He used to perform missions on the Broken Shore with the Uncrowned. In Azeroth, convenient teleportation magic is the best way to escape. He must be fully prepared to arrive at a strange place.

Xisally sat up slowly, staring at her surroundings suspiciously. She froze for a few seconds, then slowly lowered her head, looking at her fingertips, palms, arms...

"Hisally?"

Seeing that the Druid was still in a daze, Zelin patted her on the shoulder: "How are you feeling, Hisalie?"

The druid suddenly hugged Zelin and burst into tears.

Zelin patted her shoulder lightly, hugged her, and held her in his arms.

"It's okay, I am here."

After a while, her cry gradually turned into a low sip and a sob. About five minutes later, Hisalie put her hands on Zelin and pushed him away.

Her eyes were a little red and swollen, so she rubbed the corners of her eyes vigorously, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Elune is here, I'm going to make a fool of you again."

"What's this ugly?" Zelin asked curiously.

"After the Great War of Val'sharah, I thought I could take death down. Sure enough, a heavy blow that was completely unconscious on the battlefield, and knowing that I was going to die but powerless, were completely different things." Xisali lowered her head and looked at it. Only the body wrapped in bandages. Her clothes had long since turned into fragments in the digestive juices, and only a part of her shoulders remained, like a dark black shawl. Downward, only a circle of white bandages on my legs remained: "I really want to indulge in a good time with you to celebrate... Give me some more bandages. Did someone from the Alliance send you?"

Zelin took out the remaining bandage and handed it to Xisali, who took it over and wrapped it around her waist to the base of her thigh, like a white hot skirt, and finally tied a knot beside her left leg.

"I'm afraid not, Hisalie. Someone in the league wants to figure out what's going on here, but most people believe that you are all dead."

The movement in Hisalie's hands paused: "Why? Isn't the league planning to send a search and rescue team?"

"They plan to send people, but they are not search and rescue teams, they are soldiers." Zelin said: "They are preparing to go to war against the tribe?"

"Then they are crazy." Xisali cut out another bandage, wrapped her chest, and said without hesitation: "The tribe is waiting for them to throw themselves into the trap!"

"But as far as I know, many people in the Alliance believe that as long as the Alliance declares war on the Horde, they can celebrate with champagne in Orgrimmar a month later."

Hisalie shook her head dumbfoundedly: "I have begun to doubt whether the decision to join the Alliance by the High Priest, Ms. Tyrande, was correct. Unfortunately, it was not the Ms. Jaina who mastered the Alliance. She was in Theramore. All of Kalimdor’s friends. Zelin, I’m afraid I can’t leave with you yet. There is one thing I must do.”

"Then I'll help you." Zelin said decisively: "We will go back when this matter is completed. Tell me, what is going on?"

Zelin sat next to Xisari, watching her make a set of hot clothes suitable for action in the desert area, and listening to her description.

When the Bilgewater Cartel Goblin attacked the Alliance exploration team, Xisari did not stay in the exploration team camp, but escorted a geologist to the outskirts of Silithus to investigate the penetration of Azerite. When they returned to the camp, they were immediately ambushed by the goblins who had seized the camp.

"The goblins want to catch her. I can see that all their first rounds of shooting are attacking me, but their marksmanship is too bad... Do you have any extra clothes?"

Tie a knot for the bandage under the left armpit. Hisalie asked Zelin for another shirt. Zelin usually doesn't bring a shirt with him, but in order to wear armor, he usually puts a layer of cotton armor on the jacket of the enchanted shirt. The night elf is tall, and clothes that might be large for others, fits her well.

After getting dressed, Xisali stood up and pulled her hem down uncomfortably: "I have been protecting her for the next few days, avoiding the goblin chase."

Zelin couldn't help thinking of the news he had heard in the goblin camp. On the first day, the supervisor posted a wanted notice for a female dwarf in the camp.

"A dwarf?"

Xisally raised her head unexpectedly: "You know?"