The Journey of the Demon Hunter

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ps: There are actually three thousand chapters...Speaking of which, the last two thousand chapters I was writing the Azeroth script. It was also during the New Year, which is really vivid. Time flies so fast.

Chapter Three Thousand and One

Tess sat in the wooden chair, raised her right leg on her left leg, and sank herself into the soft wooden chair, posing an impatient look, and her expression told Zelin without any disguise. She was in a bad mood and was very angry. This anger came from the man in front of her.

"I will try my best to hold it back, but I can't guarantee how much I will endure it."

Zelin pulled a wooden chair in front of Tess, sat in, elbows propped on her knees, and leaned forward: "You only thought of the existence of Alonthos Faor and how it would affect the Alliance. But. Have you never thought of what effect his existence will have on the tribe? Believe me, it is not only the Alliance who is frightened by his existence."

The demon hunter was glad that Tess had calmed down.

In other words, her responsibility allows her to force herself to calm down. She also needs the demon hunter, the support and cooperation of the Ayn clan, and of course, her desire to expand the alliance and strengthen the alliance to regain the land.

At least one sentence, she was right. She is not a fanatic, and what she needs is faith that can bring benefits to the alliance.

The werewolf princess twisted her brows together.

"You mean... the forgotten?"

"You are a wise man, Tess." Zelin stretched out a finger: "When the priests of the Alliance were shocked that the undead could believe in or even use the Holy Light, the Forsaken in the Undercity, would they also be surprised? The Holy Light still did not abandon them? After all, they were from Lordaeron and were believers of the Holy Light. Many of them even respected and worshiped Archbishop Fao during their lifetime. He was the saint when they were still alive. You I think, when they hear about it and see with their own eyes that the Holy One is standing with them, even after death, the Holy Light does not abandon their souls, what kind of thoughts will they have?"

Tess thought according to Zelin's words, and then her eyes slowly widened.

"...They will become believers of the Holy Light again and join the church again!"

"Did you know? In fact, there is a Holy Light Church among the Forsaken, established by pastors who died in the undead natural disasters."

On the way Zelin came to Stormwind City, Alonthos Fao explained to Zelin and Anduin what happened to him that year.

When the undead plague swept through Lordaeron, no one noticed that a brainless zombie crawled out of Faor's Tomb. People at that time were either running for their lives, or turned into zombies, on the way to hunt down. The liches and death knights of the Scourge did not realize that there was such an extra person in the Undead Army.

However, over time, Faor's own will revived, and he hid, looking for the survivors of Lordaeron. Later, he found many priests who regained consciousness, including Jialia Menethil. So he gathered these pastors and set up a secret meeting place to help those confused and forgotten secretly without attracting any attention. When the Burning Legion invaded and the priests from all of Azeroth gathered to fight the demons hand in hand, Faor and his followers also joined the Temple of Void Light and became a member of the priesthood.

This is why there will be undead priests in the temple.

"...There is a pastor's church in the Undercity? The undead rebuilt the old Lordaeron church? I guess that **** banshee must know nothing about it."

The banshee refers to Sylvanas, the dark queen, and she is the first banshee in the world.

Whenever he arrives in a new world, the most troublesome thing for Zelin is that among the countless adjectives with hatred, anger and prejudice, he corresponds to the only scientific name in his mind. Countless nouns with completely different meanings only refer to the same person.

"She may or may not know. But I don't know if she knows." Zelin shrugged: "But the people under her might know. After all, this is not a secretive act. They will be killed if they help others. Yes. However, if the Alliance’s Cathedral of Light announces that it recognizes the Church of the Forsaken, and hopes to send high-ranking priests to contact their priests, what kind of reaction do you think this will cause among the Forsaken?"

"There must be a lot of vibrations..." Tess's mouth slowly aroused: "Good idea, Zelin! They will split, they will argue, the undead who believe in the light will cast on us, and the remaining diehards will also You will lose your heart! Even the church of the undead may become a potential alliance spy..."

Zelin raised his fist: "In the name of creating peace."

"In the name of peace. That **** banshee will lose control of the people, and we can take this opportunity to kill her and let her repay her blood! Maybe there will be the Forsaken priest willing to lead us. "Tess also clenched her fists, and met Zelin. She laughed: "It's nice to be able to work with you, Zelin. You are really a good friend of mine." She stretched out her hand to Zelin, with the back of her hand facing him: "Will I be lucky enough to invite you to the banquet until the evening? In my home, rest assured, they are all acquaintances."

Zelin held up Tess's palm and kissed the back of her hand lightly: "Of course, I'm very happy, Your Royal Highness."

Gene's roar broke out again behind the curtain.

"Even a slight offense than this is enough to make me kill, evil spirit! If you really are Faor, really Alonthos Faor, there is still any bit of humanity and anti-sage left in your body. If you only yearn for and have a little respect for your old friends, you should throw yourself into the flames during the first Winter Veil Festival! Let the evil in this world be reduced by one point!"

"No, old friend, your anger is not directed at me." Faor slowly shook his head: "You are hiding your fear."

Anduin looked at Gene unexpectedly.

It is difficult for him to associate fear with such a powerful warrior king. Gene is a general who frightens the enemy and is also a powerful king. People who hate him may use various words, but he will never use fear or cowardice.

There was a low growl in Gene's throat, like a giant wolf about to pounce on its food.

"Oh! Of course you are not afraid of me, Gene." Faor said: "I know very well that you can kill me instantly, and I have no doubt about it. But you are not afraid of me, what you are afraid of is, if Here and now, you admit that the Forsaken are not incurable monsters, you admit that there are still good people among the Forsaken, and you admit that the Forsaken are not evil puppets completely controlled by undead magic. The forgotten person showed understanding, kindness, and sympathy...that means your son’s death is meaningless."

The third thousand and second chapter of the heart of hatred

For a moment, Anduin almost thought that Gene was going to tear Faor's chest. He can do this even if he doesn't become a werewolf.

But it was Turalyon who stopped him.

"Don't let this holy place be stained with blood." The Paladin shook his head.

"He has no blood!" The muscles on Jean's arm are like rocks crowded together: "It's just a rotten monster!"

"I know very well, what is loss, Gene." Alonthos Faor opened his arms to the Werewolf King: "You hold on to this hatred, let it be the pillar of your progress, and let it inspire you Fight for it. But the sword has two blades, one of which will point at you. Sooner or later, this blade will scratch your heart and drag you into the abyss."

"Me!" Genn roared word by word, anger in every tone: "The banshee killed my son! And she, and your kind, ruined my country!"

Anduin almost backed away in front of the wrath of the werewolf king.

He has no right to accuse Gene, and no one can understand how painful an old father who lost his son would be.

"But you are still standing here, and hatred has become everything to you." In the face of the werewolf's anger, the saint not only did not back down, but took a step forward: "I ask you, old friend. If you say, I take Here comes Liam, and he is standing here, just like me. Will your reaction be different? Will you still pierce Liam's soul with your words to me again?"

The werewolf shrank back suddenly, as if the words were pierced by the sharpest sword.

He gasped, as if he was about to change from a human to a werewolf in the next moment. But he turned and rushed out of the room, and the wooden door was pushed against the wall with a bang. There were cries of surprise from the priests outside, but Gene's footsteps had completely gone.

Tess hid in the listening room and did not see her father's embarrassed appearance, but Faor's words reached her ears.

Zelin sat opposite her and looked at her silently.

"... Speaking of undead, I remember that there are many non-human beings in your castle, right?"

"Yes, Tess, actually, how do you think you are different from humans?"

Tess rolled her eyes and thought for a while, and after a few breaths, she shook her head: "Although I can become a werewolf, I have always regarded myself as a human. The same is true for many Gilneas. We are werewolves, but we are also humans. ."

"Because your soul is a human." Zelin stretched out his index finger to Tess, and then pointed his finger at himself: "Me too. Tess, I have encountered similar problems. You may not know, I have experienced magic Transformation. But before I was transformed, I was a human. So after the transformation, humans called me non-human, and non-humans called me human. As a result, I was not welcome in human urban areas, and non-human residential areas also I'm an outsider, and I worry about it for a while, but then I figured it out-I am who I am."

"How to say?"

"Who I think I am, who I am." Zelin replied solemnly: "My soul has already made a judgment, so why bother with the eyes of others? I ask you, if someone calls you wrong Human monster, what would you think?"

"I will make him regret saying such things."

"Perhaps the same is true for some forgotten people." Zelin raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it? They survived a disaster, but their bodies were transformed into another appearance by magic. You are also from the werewolves. Survived the disaster, but the body has changed into another appearance. Since Gilneas, who are still human, can accept those who have become werewolves. Why, human beings who are still alive cannot accept those who have become undead. What about compatriots?"

"But that's..."

"That's a werewolf, isn't it?" Zelin seemed to see through Tess's thoughts and helped her speak out: "But what is the difference between a wild werewolf and a brainless undead? Rage, bloodthirsty, danger, originating from Magic and strong contagion can turn a living being bitten into his own kind. But you think that a sensible werewolf is different from a sensible undead, right? Because you are a sensible werewolf. Since the werewolves can coexist peacefully with the living after they have reason, why do the undead have to die? In essence, you and the forgotten are the same."

Tess fell silent.

Zelin has seen too many similar situations.