The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"There used to be a group...this is a legend."

Zelin rubbed his forehead. He was very happy that the mage in front of him was willing to listen to his small talk, rather than inquiring about intelligence. This means that her appearance may be just an accident, rather than what he expected. Some people have discovered Anduin's plan. Anduin said he didn't tell anyone else about the incident except for the two important people he wanted to invite.

"I understand, legend." The mage's voice was flat: "Please continue."

"There is such a group of races created by the gods. Although the gods who blessed them have left, they still live carefree on the earth. It is a fertile land, wide and free. There is no need for the harsh climate. Worry, there is no need to worry about food, because they are not in large numbers, and the natural food given to them by the land is enough to fill everyone’s stomachs. These creatures live innocently and naturally. They love peace and believe that they can use dialogue Instead of conflict, I believe that in the face of conflict, one step back can get the best results, rather than being aggressive. People like paintbrushes more than swords, and wooden flutes more than archery."

"Now I believe it." The mage said slowly: "This is a legend."

"Until one day, a group of unfamiliar races came by boat from the sea level. They were hungry, exhausted, and short of supplies. Like a group of poor refugees, they managed to escape the violent waves and reach a solid coast. This The race found them, so, out of good intentions, they immediately sent messengers to contact them, gave them food, wine, and cotton clothes, helped them set up tents, and told them where they had arrived. They believed that this was the right thing to do. Out of kindness, out of friendship, out of enthusiasm. They live in the world and should help people in difficulties."

The mage picked up the wine and took a sip.

"Later, the strange races who crossed the sea proposed that they needed a piece of land to survive. So the kind race gave them a coastal city and nearby village as their place of residence. Before they left, they even left behind. All the daily necessities are used to help these refugees return to their normal lives. A rich world is ruled by such a kind race..."

"Maybe it's heaven." The wizard said.

"Yes, it is indeed heaven for outsiders."

Zelin noticed that the mage's mouth tightened and his face changed.

"Later, the number of outsiders increased. They were too capable of giving birth. Men tirelessly pursue women. After they marry one, they marry the next. Women also tirelessly give birth to their offspring. The womb can no longer bear it, as if all the children before it could not live to adulthood if they did not do this. This group of outsiders ran out again and again to find a kind race, hoping to get more land, after all, they Not only need to support themselves, but also find a way out for their children. Of course, they also hope that their children can receive a better education, learning forging, horse training, archery and magic techniques. They are so cute and shining. The armored general sits on the horse, all he needs is a smile, and the girls below will scream."

The mage seemed to be amused, and the taut corners of his mouth became softer.

"Young girls like these."

"Yes, young guys also like to dress up as a **** and show off his power."

Who hasn't been young?

Zelin chuckled and shook his head, and ate a piece of barbecue. Roasted wild boar is very tough, and indeed only beasts with a physique far superior to humans can enjoy it.

But it's really delicious.

"As a result, as time goes by, outsiders ask for more and more land, because their population is expanding too fast, even if half of the babies die, the remaining number is very impressive. The kind race keeps on going. Give up their land, always thinking that as long as they make this concession to meet the requirements of outsiders, they will be satisfied. So, one city after another, one village after another, they keep retreating, and outsiders get Land, and then enough land and farmland allowed them to raise more people. Until one day, when this group of good races realized that they had retreated to the edge of the world, the king of outsiders sent messengers and they demanded the good races. Hand over the last piece of land, bow your head to the king and accept the governor's rule, otherwise you will kill them all on the charge of treason."

The mage listened, and squeezed a word from his teeth: "Shameless! Tell me, they won, right? The kind and good people finally realized that the evil **** could no longer give in, so they gathered all of them. The strength of the savage taught those shameless barbarians."

"Hmm..." Zelin slowly cut himself a piece of barbecue. Orc diners can probably use their palms to grab wild boar legs and bite directly, while humans can only rely on the help of tableware.

Zelin couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief when he noticed that the mage stretched his head forward a little eagerly.

It's like a little girl who is eagerly waiting for the end of the story.

"Part of you are right."

"Part of?"

"Yes. They assembled all their forces and launched a counterattack. Unfortunately, the power of outsiders has become too strong in the process of their retreat. So the good and good people naturally failed. They were defeated. The king was killed and all the soldiers were slaughtered. Finally, the outsiders rushed into their last city, killing all the residents, regardless of gender, young and old, and only a few survivors fled into the deep mountains and old forests. Finally, in the outsiders Before leaving, they also left a memorial to commemorate a great victory against the barbaric race and the war heroes who killed tens of thousands of enemies in one breath."

The female mage's hands clenched angrily, revealing the blue veins on the back of her hands.

"...If these kind-hearted people slaughtered the savage alien creatures while they were at their weakest moments when they came to the shore. Such a tragedy would not happen."

Slowly exhaling, the female mage looked at Zelin again.

"But this story does not prove how stupid the woman I mentioned just now is?"

"Yes, she is really stupid. Unfortunately, she didn't meet me when she did those stupid things, otherwise I would suggest her..."

"Zelin?"

Jia Liya's voice came from the edge of the corridor on the second floor. The princess of Lordaeron held on to the fence in the corridor with one hand and said to Zelin below: "Is there time to come up there? Ann... Our friends hope to discuss with you the details of tomorrow."

Chapter 2996 The Cathedral of Light

"No problem, I am here."

Zelin put down the knife and fork, hesitated, took out the handkerchief and wiped his fingers. Enid urged him to do this more than once, and now she seemed to be successful, because Altea also began to suggest that he listen to Enid's persuasion.

I have to say that it is easy to find many common topics among women who have received higher education.

Jia Liya turned and returned to the room.

Zelin put away the handkerchief, stood up, and said to the female mage across the table: "I am glad you have the patience to listen to my bad story. But this is not the end of the story, on the contrary, this is just the beginning. If you hear it later, just I will understand why I said that the woman in your mouth is stupid because of her practice, not her thoughts."

"You aroused my curiosity." The female mage said: "In the future, will I have a chance to hear the ending?"

"Perhaps, as long as there is a chance to meet in the future." Zelin glanced at the staff she was next to: "Your staff is very special, I probably can't forget it."

After Zelin left, only the female mage was left sitting on the spot, thinking about how it would end.

When he came to Anduin's room, Zelin saw the other three people staying here. Jia Liya opened the door for him. After he came in, she stretched her neck out and looked around the corridor to make sure that no strangers were approaching. Then she closed the door again.

Zelin sat straight in an empty wooden chair, elbows propped on his knees, and leaned forward to look at the little prince: "Any thoughts, Anduin?"

"Tomorrow I plan to go to the Cathedral of Light early in the morning. After I get to the church, I can arrange for the saints to stay in the cathedral until the evening when the guests I have invited arrive. The high-ranking priest Laurina is my friend and she will Lend me a room in the church."

Seeing that Zelin had no objection, Anduin turned his inquiring gaze to Faor, who nodded.

"You are a smart boy, and I see the hope of the Holy Light in your body. Leave the job of persuading them to me. Gene is my old friend, I know him better than any of you. Picture Rajon, he is my apprentice. When I founded the Knights of the Silver Hand, I saw how good he was from a civilian background—kindness, integrity, and bravery. I would make him believe me. Of."

"Turayen?" Zelin raised his eyebrows: "Where did I hear this name?"

Anduin explained to Zelin: "His statue is in the Valley of Heroes at the gate of Stormwind, right in the center."

The Demon Hunter thought immediately. When he first came to Azeroth, he and Tuvis entered Stormwind City and crossed the Valley of Heroes into the trade zone. He stood in front of the five statues of war heroes and read the nameplates on them. Every time he goes to a world, he must understand the local customs, traditions and historical background in order to better disguise himself as a local.

Turalyon, the hero of the Alliance during the First World War. In the old alliance period, after the death of Sir Anduin Lothar, he became the new alliance army marshal and later the commander-in-chief of the Draenor Expeditionary Force. Like the other four heroes, in order to close the Dark Portal forever and prevent the orcs controlled by the demon from entering Azeroth again, Turalyon and the other four heroes led the army to stay on the other side of the Dark Portal. Until it shuts down completely.

"Is he still alive?" Zelin raised his eyebrows.

"This is the only good news in this war against the devil." The joy in Anduin's words came from the heart: "When we counterattacked Argus, we found General Turalyon and his wife Alleria Windrunner has long been fighting against the demons with the Holy Light Legion in the void. Now, he is the general and archbishop of the Holy Light Legion, leading the rest of the Holy Light Legion soldiers who are willing to return to the Alliance and continue to fight for the Alliance. "

"Um... I understand." Zelin said, "That is to say, Anduin, you are going to persuade the most respected general in the alliance, and the most determined hawkish king, to accept the Holy Light of the Holy Light Church tomorrow. Is it a fact of an undead?"

"Yes." Anduin nodded, his right hand clenched into a fist: "If I can convince Gene and Turalyon, all the remaining difficulties will be solved."

"Difficulties in the high-level alliance." Zelin reminded.

"Yes. But this is also a very important step."

Zelin lowered his gaze, considering Anduin's plan in his mind. They looked at him and waited.

"...I think there should be no problem."

Anduin breathed a sigh of relief.