The Journey of the Demon Hunter

In order to restore the country, in order to completely drive out the Banshee King from Gilneas, Gilneas are willing to do anything.

Originally, after the Cataclysm, the Alliance dispatched the 7th Army to assist the local Bloodfang Werewolves in launching a counterattack, killing the undead invaders in Gilneas. But Sylvanas only retreated to the edge of the Greymane Wall, and there were more undead watching, and no one could clear the undead plague on Gilneas land. Not to mention, when the Banshee King seized Nanhai Town, the Alliance had to withdraw to avoid being too lonely and deeply besieged in Gilneas Peninsula.

Lying on the table, Tess stretched comfortably.

This is probably the only rest. After waiting for an hour, she will go to MI7. Before a war begins, the movement of materials and the collection of intelligence are always more meaningful than the number of soldiers to be recruited.

Boredly rubbing her shoulder with her side face, Tess thought about what she should do when Zelin came to Stormwind. This is a good opportunity, his impression of the tribe is getting worse and worse. This is normal, but unfortunately, when the Demon Hunter came to Azeroth, it happened to be in time for the invasion of the Burning Legion. The tribes fighting against the demons left him with a wrong impression, but now those tribes are using their own stupid actions to reverse this mistake.

It's best to let Zelin accept the Holy Light faith.

In Azeroth, common belief is the foundation of sincere cooperation between the Alliance races. Of course, she knows very well that it is very difficult to persuade Zelin to believe in the Holy Light, but she can...

Start preaching from the people around him.

If everyone next to his pillow started talking about the doctrine of the Holy Light, it would be hard for him not to understand it.

Suddenly, Tess noticed that there was a letter on the desk. The envelope was opened, and the letter paper was thrown on the table at random.

She picked up the letter curiously, and rarely would the letter be delivered directly to her home. After all, if it is related to official business, the letter should be sent to the headquarters of MI7. As for the others, she would never receive a letter from the family. Unlike others, she will receive letters from friends and enjoy vacations and travel.

Turn over the stationery buckled on the desktop. As expected, the recipient was her father, Gene Greymane. But the signer made Tess frown.

Anduin Wrynn.

Maybe in the past, Tess would not have any reaction to this. But now, when she thinks of Anduin's name, she feels a headache.

It stands to reason that Anduin should call her aunt. King Greymane and King Lane, Anduin's grandfather, belong to the same generation, while Tess, Varian and Jaina belong to the same generation. Although Varian was almost forty-five years old, Jaina was about to be forty years old, and Tess had just passed her 23rd birthday. Anduin should have just reached twenty this year.

But even if Anduin was only three years old, in Tess's eyes, Anduin still looked like a hairy boy who hadn't grown up yet. Always so naive.

Perhaps naivety is not terrible, but what is terrifying is that Anduin is the future supreme king, the current alliance crown prince. He might ruin everything because of his willfulness.

Frowning, Tess continued to read the contents of the letter.

"...I have a very important thing. I hope to invite His Majesty Greymane and General Turalyon to meet me at the Holy Light Cathedral in the evening three days later." She slowly read the content of the letter.

Three days later?

Tess's gaze moved downwards and placed it on the date of signature.

Is tomorrow?

It seems that his father has already seen this letter.

But what exactly is Anduin planning?

Tess' instinct told him that Anduin must have some conspiracy. According to her knowledge of Anduin, this kind of conspiracy is obvious, and the only thing that prevents the Alliance from declaring war on the Horde.

She absolutely cannot allow Anduin to do this!

Within this month, the Gilneas had all been mobilized. After so many years of leaving home, all Gilneas people are waiting for today. They have long been eager to avenge the tribe and the banshee king!

Restore the country and return to the park.

This is the common wish of all Gilneas left behind!

No fatigue on her body, Tess stood up and read the contents of the letter carefully again. After confirming that there were no omissions, she immediately pulled up the windbreaker on the wooden bracket at the door, slammed the door and left the house, and rushed to MI7. .

The MI7 will have enough special agents on duty at all times to ensure that important information will not be delayed in transit.

Tess was glad to see that the man on duty tonight was Amber.

Amber Gilney, the best agent of MI7 so far, found Tess rushing into the office in a hurry, and immediately stood up, brought her legs together, and saluted her.

"Good evening, An Bo."

Said Tess. She walked into her desk, opened the drawer, and took out some of the files inside. The top file had the name-"List of Patrol Guards in the Church Quarter"

"Good evening, Your Highness."

"I have an urgent mission. I hope you can find some reliable agents who are not so busy these days."

After saying this, Tess realized that she had made a stupid request.

On the eve of the war, all outstanding agents were sent to Kalimdor and Northern Lordaeron. If it wasn't for the Ain family, Anbo would not stay here.

"It might be difficult, Your Highness." An Bo replied: "The termination of the agent mission requires direct orders from His Majesty the Supreme King and Master Shaw."

"...Okay." Tess looked at the list of patrol guards, and compared Anduin's mind to the time when Anduin wanted to meet Gene and Turalyon: "Ah, it happened to be when the guards were handed over. Smart."

An Bo looked suspicious, but her good agent qualities allowed her to continue to wait quietly for orders.

"An Bo, are you free tomorrow evening? At about six o'clock in the evening."

An Bo's legs are close together, his arms are folded behind him, and his chest is straightened out, and the leather boots make a sound.

"Await your orders at any time, Your Highness!"

Chapter 2993: The Confused Traveler

The Port of Stormwind is part of the later expansion.

It is said that many years ago, the Alliance’s route to Kalimdor was located in Menethil Port. After the expansion of Stormwind Port, the night elves sent workers to build a new trestle bridge on the edge of Stormwind Port to open Stormwind City and The route between Oberding.

Now, beside the pier of Kaldorei, there is another pier for Chadorei. Zelin believes that it may not be long before Stormwind’s wharf will undergo a new round of expansion.

A new dock may be added in the future.

When Zelin and his party arrived at Stormwind Pier, it was evening.

"Let's find a place to rest first." Anduin wore a cloak, his hood covering his signature blond hair. In Stormwind, many people know this prince who is close to the people. Anduin's life is by no means hidden in a strong fortress, listening to the suggestions of court teachers and noble advisors, and accepting the opinions and ideas instilled by them. He is more willing to see the world with his own eyes, so the residential areas of Stormwind are the places where he frequents most.

"Golden rose?"

"No, the proprietress with the golden rose knows me." Anduin shook his head: "Go to the pig and whistle. After being attacked by the devil the year before, the hotel has changed hands three times, and business has not been good. The new owner is Lakeside. The immigrants of the town, he certainly doesn't know me or you."

Pig and whistle.

Zelin remembered the hotel.

Anduin was right. The business of this hotel seemed to be very bad because of the demon attack that year. When Zelin and his party came to the pig and the whistle, it represented the tenth bell of the curfew.

Along the way, Zelin and Jia Liya did not wear a hood or cloak. It has been more than a year since Zelin came to Stormwind City last time. Except for a few people, most people don't know him. Jia Liya has been isolated from the world for more than ten years, and it is even impossible to have acquaintances in Stormwind. When she met with Varian and King Jean, it was in the second year of the Dark Portal calendar when the human kings gathered in Lordaeron to hold an alliance meeting to deal with the threat of the orc tribe.

Zelin told Anduin that if everyone wears cloaks and hoods, they will be caught and questioned by Stormwind guards if they walk out of the dock less than two blocks away. The four people who were together wrapped themselves tightly, just telling the guards that they had a problem. It's best if only Faor and Anduin wear hoods to cover their faces.

The decoration of the pig and the whistle is roughly the same as that of other places. The spacious living room has stairs to the upper rooms on the left and right sides, and below the stairs is a long counter with display cabinets full of various wines and silver tableware behind. The innkeeper lay down on the counter bored, until he heard a knock at the door, he raised an eye lazily.