The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Most of the streets are full of night watchmen in armor, and a few hunters who are gathering together to discuss something, each holding a bow in their hands. The atmosphere in the town was gloomy, perhaps due to environmental influences. The demon hunters didn't see many people. Perhaps most of them stayed at home or other places. Only a few oil lamps were hanging on both sides of the cobblestone streets.

After a short chat, the night watchman checked the luggage and parcels in the carriage and waved to indicate that they could enter.

The first thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight chapters of the Abandoned Land of the Holy Light

"How is the situation?"

Driving the carriage on the gravel road in the town, Zelin asked Tobias in a low voice. Oleg and Tobias changed seats, and she and McDowell had to separate the packages in the carriage at the back and determine which ones to take to the town hotel and which ones to put in the carriage. "Is there any trouble in Yese Town?"

"There is trouble everywhere." Tobiaston paused. "So everything is normal." Seeing that Zelin was unsure, Tobias grinned. "Yese Town is always in trouble, but the recent troubles are a bit too much. The night watchman decided to first ensure the safety of the road linking Yeese Town and Crow Ridge to the west. The road is very long, almost crossing the entire Twilight Forest, although there are some from Crow Ridge. Some werewolves and night elves helped, but the night watch was still understaffed, so Altea decided to mobilize the manpower to the west first to guard against the ogres on the Volgul Troll Mountain."

"It turned out to be so." Zelin sighed lightly. "There are no other problems."

The carriage drove slowly into the square in front of the town council. There is a fountain in the middle of the square. There is no water flow in the middle of the fountain. Only the residual rainwater from last night is left in the pond, and a few fallen leaves are floating on it. At the gate of the town council, several night watchmen were talking in low voices. Only the left door of the town hall opened to the outside. On the top attic, a huge clock reminded everyone that they were outside in this dark forest. What moment. Compared with the quiet town, the inn on the right side of the town hall is very lively, and laughter and melodious guitars float down the door of the inn. Zelin controlled the carriage and stopped in front of the hotel. On the dilapidated wooden board above the door, there was a line of vague little characters-Blood Raven Inn.

Next to the square, a huge mutant bat corpse was hung on the drying rack. Some adventurers and travelers stopped to watch. A hunter holding a bow next to the corpse handed out flyers to the crowd to recruit people.

"Steven. Steven Black!"

Tobias stepped out of the carriage and walked towards the animal pen next to the inn with his cane. In front of the animal pen, a human man with black hair and beard turned around and looked over at the sound, with a slightly sad face then showing a friendly smile.

"Ah! Tobias, you finally decided to move to town? Welcome, welcome. Look at your moving wagon, how many things are in it? Do you need help moving things?"

"This is not my carriage, Steven." Tobias pointed to Orega with his cane, who was carrying the package behind his back. "These are from Stormwind City. It seems that the king advisors in Stormwind Fortress finally remembered that there is a human town south of Stormwind City that is still loyal to the Alliance. A priest and a garrison officer, they are Ready to build a church."

"Church? Oh." The enthusiasm on Stephen's face was a bit less. "Is there any other assistance? Yesterday, Altea said at the town council that there are signs that the ogres in Volgul Troll Hill are gathering and may attack Raven Town. And the ogres in the Deadwind Path are also moving, if They rushed out of the upwind path and attacked the night town. We were in trouble. Therefore, the town council decided to recall the night watchmen who were patrolling outside and funded the purchase of a new batch of weapons and equipment to expand the number of night watchmen. It is estimated that the weapons and equipment will be soon It will be delivered, from Stranglethorn Vale, where the goblin merchants see the money and do things more efficiently than anyone else."

"The mages of Karazhan haven't dealt with the ogres in Deadwind Pass?" Tobias asked calmly, not feeling nervous at all. "I remember they were stationed in Karazhan before, and their suspended city still stayed above the Deadwind Path."

"Who knows? Maybe those masters have more important things to do, anyway, Dalaran is flying high, and they can't see the bugs on the ground." Stephen shrugged, and then he waved his hand. "Okay, don't talk about these things. Duke Eberlock and Altea must have a way. I will help you lead the carriage to the animal pen. Don't worry. When you come out of the Blood Raven Inn, the carriage is absolutely new. It’s the same, without a hint of ash."

"Go to the hotel?" Oregaard asked suspiciously. "Should we not go to the church right away? The evil surrounds the town, and we must sow the seeds of the Holy Light here as soon as possible. There is no time to waste! We will now set out to clean up the evil outside the town. As long as we persevere, I believe Soon you will be able to find the source of the curse, or completely clear the corruption in the twilight forest!"

Stephen looked up and down Olega, his eyes revealed confusion, and then turned to Tobias with questioning eyes. Zelin knew that his confusion was doubting whether the draenei in front of him was a real garrison officer or a fledgling adventurer who was still at the top of his blood.

"There is no church in Yese Town," Tobias said. "Instead of thinking about building a church, if you really have energy, you might as well go to the house of Mrs. Iva opposite the town hall to help. It is the tailor's shop in Nightstown, and it is also a medical station. Injured night watchman and hunter. She will be there to heal her injuries. Maybe you can talk to Mrs. Eva. In her big house, only she and one of her sons and daughters are available. There are many vacancies. Maybe she is willing to give you a side house as a church and Rescue station."

"Mrs. Iva? No problem, may the light bless her. I will go now. McDowell, Zellin, are you coming together?"

"Uh, compared to this incident, I want to go to the tavern for a drink first, chat with the residents here, and get to know each other." McDowell rubbed the red nose. "I think hot ale will definitely help me adapt to the new environment as soon as possible. I remember that when I was in the Borean Tundra, thanks to Dwarf Spirits, I didn't freeze to death in the howling cold wind."

"Then I'll go with her first," Zelin said, reaching out to take McDowell's package. "Go over and chat with Mrs. Eva first. After putting down the luggage, I will come and meet you again. Then we will have a chat with the mayor."

"No problem, then I will trouble you."

Zelin didn't know if Oregaard was allowed to negotiate with Mrs. Iva alone, whether they would run into trouble on the first day they came to Nightlight Town. But they do need a place to stay and a channel to learn about the situation from the locals. Before talking with the mayor and the local garrison commander, the official background personnel, the demon hunters prefer to chat with the local civilians to find out their views and attitudes on certain things, and what rumors they have heard.

"Then we'll see you later." McDowell waved goodbye to Zelin and Olegar. "May the Holy Light help you."

The first thousand and ninety-nine chapters talking wolf

Mrs. Iwa is one of the few residents of Yese Town who lived here when the town was just rebuilt.

"Have Stormwind finally decided to help Nightshake Town? They should have done this a few years ago." Mrs. Iva, like the rest of the town, is not enthusiastic about the guests of Stormwind, nor can she say how much. Indifferent. If the assistance of Stormwind could arrive earlier, people's attitudes might be better. "We dealt with necromancers alone, we dealt with the madman who made suture monsters, and we hired adventurers to fight against a lich. I suspect that the demons invaded the Westfall some time ago, but they picked the wrong location. The original plan was to invade the Twilight Forest. It’s surprising that the demons were so peaceful when they invaded. That’s right, the wounded were resting in my manor, because the church in Yese Town was abandoned more than 30 years ago.”

In the past, the range of Yese Town was much larger than it is now. There are three farms, a garden surrounding the chapel, and the necropolis in Crow Ridge. Just like in the past, humans bury their bodies in the necropolis after death, but when the curse comes, it turns out to be a disaster. When hordes of resurrected souls crawled out of the tomb and attacked the living, people were forced to abandon the land they used to live in and retreat to the center of the town. Even though there are still more than 3,000 residents in Yese Town today, they can only build up crowded huts with the town hall as the center.

"You can rest in this house." Mrs. Eva carried the oil lamp and pushed open the door of a side house. The scent of decayed wood came over. Everything in Yese Town seems to be full of corruption, gloomy weeds, withered flowers, and the eternal night environment makes everything here so unique. "I used to give this house to injured adventurers to rest, so there is no key. If there is no one inside, you can clean it up and use it as a rescue station."

"Thank you, ma'am." Oregaard bent over and bowed to Mrs. Iva. "May the Holy Light bless you."

Iva just nodded and left with the oil lamp.

This is how people live here. The outside world is full of dangers. Everyone huddled around the town square to protect each other. Zelin could not help but think of the situation of Yanan, a small town that is always cursed and in the dark. The forest is full of resurrected undead and mutant monsters. The townspeople organize hunting teams and garrisons spontaneously to resist the darkness. Assault. The only difference is that they have the option to leave. It's just that the townspeople who are willing to leave have left long ago, and those who are still left have long been accustomed to this dangerous life.

Allegar opened the package and began to take out the items. Oil lamps, bandages, blankets. Suddenly, the draenei asked.

"Zelin, when are you going to leave?"

"A few days later." Zelin hesitated before giving the answer. "I'm going to get to know this. Anyway, the town of Nightlight is not far from Dalaran. I saw a griffon stall on the hillside next to the town. The distance is so close, I guess the price should be much cheaper than Stormwind. And, I I intend to find out who actually got the letter Malagan sent to Nightlight that day."

While passing by Shinjin Town, Zelin wrote a letter to Joseph by Wang’s Post, hoping that Joseph, who was still in Stormwind, could remind Anduin, Malagan, and someone in the town of Nights. There is contact. If Anduin could mobilize the special agents of MI7 to investigate, it would definitely be much more convenient than the demon hunter looking for someone to inquire. Although Zelin had some confidence in his investigative ability, he believed that he was definitely no better than an intelligence organization that had long been rooted in this land.

"It's very simple. You can go to the archivist in the local town council. There are not many residents here, and there are fewer postmen willing to deliver letters. I remember in the alliance, all letters will be delivered to the local town hall, and then Distributed by the locals to the homes of various households." Olejia stretched out her index finger and pressed her chin, thinking. "If there is a letter from Yese Town, the archivist must know it."

Zelin looked at Olegar unexpectedly, facing the eyes of the demon hunter, the draenei lowered his head for unknown reasons and looked at him. In the end, she found no abnormalities, so she looked up again.

"What's the matter?"

"Why do you think of this?" Zelin asked in surprise. This didn't seem to be something Oregaard would consider at all. "Are you okay?"

"Because my brother wanted me to be a postman back then, because we had just arrived in a strange world. Although the night elves helped to accept us, there were deadly dangers everywhere outside Azuremyst Isle. And to the Secret Establishing a contact station outside the blue island is very much more than a settlement, riding a thunder elephant on the island to send a letter..." Oleja considered the words in her mind. "Safety. So I received training to understand how to distribute letters, and after working on Azuremyst Isle for more than a year... I resigned. Holy Light, there are so many great stories happening every day in this world, then What a terrible disaster is coming, but I have to stay on Azuremyst Isle every day to deliver letters."

"Maybe your brother is worried that your ability is not enough to deal with the dangers outside."

"So I was in the Exodar to listen to the preaching of the Apostle of Light, and watch the vindicators' battles outside the training ground. I was already ready!" As he said, Olegar clenched his hands and waved his fists. "Since you don't plan to leave immediately, when I finish cleaning this place, we will go to the chapel occupied by zombies. The Holy Light has left this land for too long. It is time for the evil things to tremble before the anger of the Holy Light!"

"Oh... when you hear this sound, you know which guy with his brain burnt out."

Suddenly, a strange voice appeared in the remote cabin. Zelin quickly turned around and raised the oil lamp. The dim light provided a little light to the house. With the help of the light, the demon hunter did not see other figures staying here, only a dark gray fur wolf lying on the floor, and a circle of blood was wrapped around a front paw. Bandage.

"The hound from Mrs. Iva's house? Oh, I've heard of it." Oleja slapped her hand. "Gilneas like to keep hounds to look after the nursing home, and even take them to battle on the battlefield."

"You are the domestic dog, little hoof." The gray wolf lying on the ground raised his head, and Zelin was surprised to watch it speak like a wise creature. "Do you not recognize me when you become a wolf? Elune, it seems that your head is getting more and more unconscious. Fortunately, I was still in Oberding and stopped the Hippogryph that had been irritated by you. It was me. , Hisalie, Hisalie Crescent!"

Chapter Two Thousand Druids of Darnassus

(Two thousand chapters as a souvenir)

"Crescent? The crescent of Darnassus? I remember you, but you...wait, are you in the belly of a wolf?! Wait a minute, I will save you with a knife!"

With that, Allegar drew out a shimmering dagger, and was about to pounce on the gray wolf lying on the ground. The gray wolf hurriedly tried to get up. At this time, Zelin noticed that it was not only injured on its front paws, but also had serious scratches on its back, side ribs and hind legs. The scars dragged its movements, and the gray wolf staggered up, then fell to the ground again. Seeing that it couldn't move, it kept waving four paws to prevent Orega from approaching.

"Go away, go away! Don't get close to me, you crazy hoof! Do you want to kill me?! Get away from me and throw the dagger away!"

"Wait, wait, Olega, what's going on?"

After watching for a while, Zelin stretched out his hand and grabbed the draenei holding the dagger. "Let the dagger down first. Generally speaking, when the opponent is not showing offensiveness, you'd better not carry a dangerous dagger around. And, do you know this Crescent Moon?"

"Yeah, she is a hunter of Darnassus. Back then...no, now is not the time to talk about this, how can a hunter talk like a wolf?"

"Shut up! You are only allowed to become a garrison officer, not allowed to be a druid?" The gray wolf lay weakly on the ground. "If you can bring me some fruits and roasted meat, I will be able to tell you what is going on."

"Have you finally become a druid?" Oregaard asked in surprise, putting the dagger back in the leather sheath around her waist. "And finally turned into a beast? Wow, it must be the Holy Light!"

The gray wolf opened his mouth, and finally didn't say anything, just sighed.

"Barbecue?" Zelin asked tentatively. "As far as I know, aren't the druids a group of people who love nature?"