The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"I was here ten years ago. I was commissioned by the Gadgetzan Water Exploration Group. They found many alien worms near the water source in Tanaris. According to clues, all the evidence points to Silithu. Si. So I came here, only to find out that the night elves had long established fortresses and camps in Silithus. They came by boat and landed from the west coast..."

Listening to Otto's chat, Zelin narrowed his eyes slightly, observing the hills on both sides. He tried to stare at the top, the chaotic magic in his body surged in his veins.

"Wait, something is wrong."

"...They told me a lot about the Qiraji Zerg. I was, uh, sorry, what did you say?"

The next moment, the gunman traveling at the top of the hill explained his doubts to Otto.

About fifty goblins with wide-mouth muskets appeared at the top of the hills on both sides, aiming at the travelers on the narrow path below with their black hole muzzles. They wore leather jackets, goggles and miners' hats, and their big-toed leather boots stepped on their feet rhythmically, as if staring at a bounty that was delivered to the door by a pen.

A goblin in a dark black dress walked down the hills, and the dress was decorated with various gold and silver ornaments. Wearing this kind of clothes in the desert made him look very stupid...and rich.

"Invader." A treacherous smile appeared on the goblin's face: "Or an Alliance spy? Oh! The Prince of Trade would definitely be willing to pay you a lot of money!"

The goblin raised his hand, and Zelin heard the sound of a firing pin.

There are too many, fifty muskets from different directions, and they are too scattered. Zelin doesn't know whether he can intercept so many bullets at the same time by relying on Kunen Fayin and Arden Fayin. The power of a musket far exceeds that of a bow and arrow. If he can get closer, he can use Alder sweep to knock down some enemies first... Maybe he can take hostages? The stupid goblin in front of him was too close, and he could take him hostage before he could react.

But do goblins really worry about hostages?

Moreover, he was too young to reach Zelin's waist and could not stop so many bullets.

"Wait, there must be a misunderstanding..." Otto smiled flatteringly, rubbing his hands together: "I guess..."

"No, no misunderstanding!" said the goblin: "Alliance spy, a twenty gold coins and a chance for promotion in the future!"

The smile on Otto's face gradually disappeared.

He put away the flattering appearance, straightened his chest facing the muzzle, and suddenly raised his tone: "And the decision you make will immediately get you out of the way! Listen to me, you stupid little idiot! On behalf of the Hot Sand Group, I came to negotiate with the local business executives. Who are you? Do you want my trading tycoon to tell your Prince of Trade that a stupid smashed a business worth thousands of gold coins? ?!"

The sudden change made many goblins stunned.

There was a look of doubt on the goblin's face, the gunmen on the hills looked at each other anxiously, and some of them dropped their guns at a loss.

"But this human..."

"These are my bodyguards and servants, with gifts representing the trading giant Marin Nogforge! There are so many gifts, do you want a special envoy to send them by yourself?" Take out the present and show these short-eyed **** to have a look."

"Are you sure you want to do this, Master?"

"Take it out!"

"Okay." Zelin took out the biggest purse on his body and released his hand. The purse fell to the ground without a string. The mouth of the bag was loosened, and the gold coins piled up in it were shining in the sunset.

The sound of inhaling air-conditioning and licking lips one after another.

The face of the lead goblin first became surprised, then pale, and finally sweated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Oh, I, uh...this...this is, is this true?"

"I think it is necessary for the trade magnate to know what kind of offense his envoy suffered in Silithus!" Otto held out a finger: "It seems that the Bilgewater chaebols do not welcome us. Servant, pack your gifts. , Let's go."

Zelin bent down, picked up the purse, and Otto turned around.

"Oh, no no no no no no no no! Wait, wait." The lead goblin hurried to Otto's side and smiled: "There must be a misunderstanding, sir, I mean, you are right. There must be something wrong with our intelligence. I will arrange an investigation to find out who passed the false news to us. In fact, we are all ready to welcome the hot sand group’s envoy."

As he said, the lead goblin stuffed a silver coin into Otto's hand behind his back without moving a look.

If this matter is true, it is certain that he will get out within a minute after the Prince of Trade gets the news, and then use his personal stupidity to work to the death of the Bilgewater Chaebol to pay off the huge debt!

In contrast, a silver coin is nothing.

Otto stopped, his fingers stroked the lines on the coin, and then raised his head to look at the demon hunter.

"Do you think there is a misunderstanding here, servant?"

"Maybe, sir." Zelin cleared his throat: "Our mission is to go to Silithus, isn't it?"

The 2956th chapter camouflage scene

The leader of the goblin is called Gilt Smoker.

Their last names are always very strange.

In the evening, he warmly entertained Zelin and Otto and arranged them in a very good tent, at least as a tent, and its conditions were too good. There is a hard floor, no need to worry about sand, there is a bed, and finally no need to sleep in a sleeping bag, there is a round table with sliced ​​bananas and apples on the dinner plate. A clay pot was filled with fresh milk, it was cold, maybe ice cubes were added. But when I thought of still not knowing the safety of Xisali, even drinking a sip of delicious ice milk when it was hot, it was no longer so enjoyable.

Otto was lying on the soft recliner, with his hands behind his head, his right leg pressed against his left leg, his toes staggered rhythmically, with a pleasant smile on his face. The remaining goblins are still serving fruit and vegetable juices continuously, as if as long as they are crushed to death, no one will make a small report again.

When the serving waiter stepped back, Otto hiccuped in satisfaction, patted his belly, and snapped his fingers to Zelin: "How about it, buddy? I told you to hire an old adventurer. His experience is worth the money for you."

"Yes, yes, this is your reward."

After speaking, Zelin took out three gold coins: "One of the extra coins is my thanks."

Otto's eyes widened in surprise, and then he laughed like he heard a joke: "Please, man, we are now on a broken boat, surrounded by sharks. This is not the time to jump the boat. We have to work together!"

"Why, don't you plan to slip away?" Zelin asked curiously: "They only need to send a letter to Gadgetzan to figure out what's going on."

"This road is not so easy, man, and a regional director has no right to question another trading giant. He must report to his superior, and then his superior will report to the director of South Kalimdor. Then the director of South Kalimdor will report to Azshara’s Klang Valley Coordination Department, and then the director of Klang Valley’s Coordination Department will report to their big boss Gary Vickers, and finally wait until Gary Vickers signs the authorization. Only the regional director of Lisus has the right to send someone to investigate."

Otto is like a rhetoric, throwing out a bunch of area and job titles: "It will take at least a week before they send someone to ride the Wyvern and fly from Silithus to Gadgetzan. The premise is that During the period, there was no supervisor. When the report was delivered to the desk, he lay on the pile of money and slept."

"Lying on a pile of money?"

"Lying on a pile of money to sleep is a symbol of status." Otto said suddenly with a serious face: "And, don't you think that making so much money is also a symbol of strength?"

"Perhaps." Zelin said nonchalantly. "But I don't think gold can measure everything, Otto."

"Everyone has a different opinion." Otto got up, held up the glass filled with iced milk, raised his head and drank the drink in one cup: "Do you have any plans next? I probably can still Fooled them for a while."

"Since you said that..."

The envoy of the Hot Sand Group never seemed to like to stay quietly in the tent. Food and gifts could not make him enjoy quietly. Instead, he was like a monkey in heat, wandering around and liked to inquire about what happened in the local area, and even gave him a fortune. No bribery would make him lie back obediently to sleep. Obviously he is just an employee, but his enthusiasm for work is as if he is the boss.

This kind of conscientious person is the most hated!

Why can't you be a salary thief with peace of mind like everyone else?

During the day the next day, Otto, with his hands behind his back, patrolled the camp pretentiously. Gilt Smoker followed him all the way, enthusiastically explained to him the work of the Bilgewater Chaebol in the local area, and kept revealing to him in the words that he hoped that he could tell the boss that the special envoy arranged a friendly welcome to Gilt. The ceremony was very satisfied.

"...The boss told me that the Bilgewater Chaebol is developing a new mineral, right? Well, very good. Now I understand why the boss is very interested in this cooperation." Looking down at the ruins of the Cenarion fortress: "But are there no troublemakers? Thieves, robbers, cultists, short-eyed drunks, or annoying conservationists?"

Gilt grinned, revealing a golden front tooth: "They will not be a trouble. The Bilgewater Chaebol has controlled the entire Silithus, and there will never be any spoilers. The Prince of Trade is preparing to launch many products, but before that , Hot Sands Group does not consider the latest logging robot produced by the Bilgewater Chaebol? It is very efficient and can turn a thousand-year-old tree into good wood in just a few minutes, and produce expensive furniture and building materials. ."

"I will pass this proposal to the trading giants, but I am afraid that Your Excellency Marin would not think that logging machines can be used in the desert."

Gilt paused: "You can chop the cactus."