The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Maria seemed to chuckle.

[When did you change your career to become a fashion designer? 】

"I believe that a person's aesthetics of clothes will reflect his character." Zelin said: "So when dealing with strangers, I will first observe his clothes to judge his character and preferences, and Acting style."

[So you know what? Some girls talk about you like this in private. 】

"How to say?"

[A guy who will stare at others unscrupulously at the first meeting. 】

Zelin coughed heavily.

"What?! I'm just simply observing..."

[But your scrutiny is very sharp, as if you want to see through people's clothes. 】

"Um... well. Thank you for reminding me of this, Maria." Zelin cleared his throat. He never knew that others would comment on him like this: "I will pay attention to correcting it in the future."

[It's okay in the castle. 】Maria said if there was something to say: 【Some people like it very much. 】

"But I still have to pay attention in the future. It's best not to do this in front of outsiders."

Zelin sighed. Maria can always point out his mistakes and shortcomings in time. He should listen more to Maria's opinion.

Maria said nothing more.

She was satisfied with the answer-in Zelin's eyes, the light dark-skinned elf just now was an outsider.

The tickets were handed over to the other three people. After waiting for about twenty minutes at the pier, they boarded a boat full of the style of the Night Son-the exterior decoration was exaggerated but the interior cabin was terribly narrow. Zelin was embarrassed to tell Anduin that he needed a separate cabin. Because the demon hunter knew that there was more than one person around him.

But before night fell, he wanted to stand on the deck rather than in a crowded cabin, like lying in a coffin, unable to move.

Along the way, Anduin explained to Zelin more of his plans and ideas, including holding a meeting between humans and the forgotten. Hope that the affection and love for the dead relatives will resolve the hatred and hostility between mankind and the forgotten.

"Do I need some advice for you, Your Highness?"

Standing on the side of the ship, Zelin was blowing the sea breeze on his face, his body heaving as the ship crossed the waves.

"I very much hope to hear your suggestions, Zelin." Anduin stood beside Zelin. This is the first time the little prince has led such a bold plan. Last time in Pandaria, he stood up against Garrosh, but that was against the common enemy of the Alliance.

But once, Anduin was very clear.

It is possible for him to be an enemy of the Alliance and the Horde at the same time. Even in the alliance, he couldn't find many allies.

"Don't worry, Anduin."

Zelin suddenly said to the little prince.

"Huh?"

Zelin propped his elbow on the ship's gunwale, leaned back, and looked up at the sky: "Do you know the hardest decision in the world?"

"...Sacrifice?" Anduin asked tentatively.

"No." Zelin shook his head.

"Justice?"

"Nor." Zelin shook his head again.

"Forgive?"

"No, keep thinking about it."

"Forgive?"

"It's the same as forgiveness."

Anduin closed his eyes, thought for a while, and finally opened his eyes, exhaling annoyedly: "Sorry, I really can't think of more."

Zelin stared at the sky calmly, and said leisurely: "I insist on my ideals."

"Stick to your ideals?" Anduin was a little unsure: "Why?"

"Sometimes, in order to stick to your ideals, you even have to be regarded as a traitor by your group. Did you know? The most difficult decision in the world is that when your group makes a decision different from your ideals, you should become a group A loyal supporter of, continue to stick to your ideals.” Zelin looked at Anduin a little bit pitifully. The little prince may not have realized what he was doing: “When those who oppose you start to criticize, criticize and even abuse When you were, can you continue to stick to it?"

Anduin took a deep breath. Like Zelin, he looked at the sky.

Only the sound of ocean waves remained in my ears.

"...I must insist, Zelin." He said, "Even if everyone in the world believes that hatred and war are taken for granted, I have to stand up and tell them that they are wrong."

The little prince’s voice was full of determination: "I believe that everything they do will only destroy our world. Look at what Azeroth has gone through since the Alliance and the Horde were formed over the years? Countless wars , Countless families are broken, countless wives are scattered, more and more graves and orphanages overcrowded! First eight races, then ten, then twelve, and then how many races we have to roll Into this endless war? The consultants said that the purpose of the alliance is to protect the good races from the tribe, and Thrall, the former warchief of the tribe, told me that the tribe is the home of all the abandoned. Want me Say, they are all wrong!"

Ze Lin listened quietly.

Anduin seemed to have never said this to anyone. The first time the demon hunter saw the little prince who was always calm and polite, he was so excited.

"This is not a sanctuary, this is not a home, these are two rumbling chariots, using countless flesh and blood as fuel, running wild on the wrong road! The war in Azeroth has never stopped. For so many years, then Many wars. I met the father who received the news of his son’s death. He put on blood-stained armor and walked onto the battlefield. I saw more and more names on the hero memorial, but no amount of glory could comfort those who were crying at the funeral. Widow. If there must be someone to stand up and stop this wheel of hatred that keeps rolling forward and crushes countless creatures into dust, then let me be the first! The holy light is on, I will never I will regret it, Zelin..."

Anduin paused, as if he had made some determination in his heart, he turned his head and looked at Zelin seriously.

"...Even the closest people angered me as a traitor!"

Ze Lin exhaled for a long time.

"I understand, Your Highness. I will help you."

"You just said, what suggestions do you have?"

"It's like this..."

In the sound of the waves, Zelin analyzed Anduin's plans little by little, and the loopholes in it.

But none of them noticed that in a cabin of the ship, a figure in a dark blue robe leaned against the wall, listening to the conversation between them. It seemed to think of something, leaning on its staff, lowered its head, slowly closed its eyes, and let its gray hair fall on its shoulders.

Until a drop of crystal tears slid down the chin and silently fell to the ground.

Chapter 2992 Tess's Vigilance

The bells of the Holy Light Cathedral in the evening echoed in the ears of believers like the sound of heaven.

Tess dragged her tired body back to the house. There was no one in the house, and she couldn't help showing a disappointed look. She remembered that her father should be back today. She planned to discuss with her father how to deal with the next problem.

But now it seems that King Jean has to deal with other things, but she has long been used to this. Her father will travel around, and her mother, Queen Mia, will stay in Darnassus. The night elves accepted the refugees who fled after the ruined home in Gilneas. The queen wants to stay with these refugees to help them solve their problems.

As for her, she runs for the league all day long.