The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Never let the Allied forces of Azeroth raided the Broken Beach!

Looking around, there is a lighthouse beside the beach not far away. If it is correct, this should be the lighthouse where Captain Grayson is. If you continue to the east, you should see the raised hills of the Death Mine in three hours, and over the hills, it is Moon Creek Town. When she enters Yuexi Town, she will be able to contact the local garrison commander. If I remember correctly, the garrison here is the People's Army of the West under the command of Marshal Grian Stallman, headquartered in the Sentry Leader. After seeing the soldiers of the Alliance, she can ride the Griffin and fly directly to Stormwind Fortress to meet King Varian.

At least not let the MI7 agents die in vain on Broken Beach.

Finally, he glanced at the wooden boat that was washed up on the beach by the waves, An Bo sighed, put on the eye mask, and walked towards the location of Yuexi Town step by step towards the setting sun. She had encountered a passing ship before, heading for Booty Bay from Menethil Harbor. But the sailors on the ship were obviously scared by the demon invasion. After all, the Broken Isles were in the middle of the endless sea, adjacent to the Maelstrom. The portals invaded by the demon army appeared on the sea, so that the number of ships going out to sea was two-thirds less, and the rest only dared to move in the offshore waters.

So the ship ignored Anbo's signal, and avoided her boat around a bend. Otherwise, she can arrive at Yuexi Town at least one day in advance. Or let that ship change direction directly to the port of Stormwind.

Suddenly, a voice appeared in Amber's ear.

"Hey! People on the beach! Where are you from?!"

An Bo looked in the direction of the sound. I saw two men in dark black clothes and sunglasses walking side by side. An Bo breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. She knew this uniform, which was only worn by agents of MI7.

"I am Anbo, Anbo Gilney!" Anbo replied loudly. "I came back from Broken Beach, I brought very important information, to be handed to His Majesty Varian in person!"

Two black-clothed agents walked up to Anbo, looking up and down through the sunglasses through the dark glasses of the embarrassed female agent.

"We are the agents of MI7, Downey, he is Kerry." The agents took out their own documents. "Your identification?"

"Here." An Bo reached into the collar of his clothes and pulled out his ID from the inner pocket attached to the inside of his chest. "How is the situation in Stormwind recently? Has His Majesty Varian decided to go on the expedition? Please tell me that it hasn't, otherwise everything will be too late."

The agent did not answer. After reading Anbo's ID, they looked at each other, nodded, and then threw Anbo's ID into the rolling waves.

An Bo couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The muzzles of two black holes aimed at her head.

The next moment, two gunshots echoed in the sound of waves on the beach.

Chapter 208 The Loyalty of the Night Watch

Stormwind's reply to Yesetown’s letter was sent to the town council of Yesetown as quickly as possible.

This immediately caused an uproar.

"How dare the nobles of Stormwind be so greedy?!"

"Five hundred soldiers? Are they crazy? There are only more than three thousand residents in Nightstown. Stormwind City requires us to send five hundred soldiers to support the battle, and we also need to provide one thousand gold coins or supplies equivalent to gold coins as assistance. Funds?! Why didn’t they just say that everyone in Nightlight Town should die, so that all the property would be given to Stormwind City?!"

"Moreover, we have to take care of the weapons and equipment of the five hundred soldiers in the town of Nights. Where did we get five hundred sets of full-body plate armor? Varian thinks we are the town of Nights or the Kingdom of Nights?!"

The voices of the people in the town council are noisy, and the gate of the council is closed so as not to spread the quarrels of the councillors and shake the confidence of the townspeople. Altea held her forehead with one hand, sat on the mayor's podium, and sighed feebly when facing the noisy council. The deputy mayor Jule Drurr stood up, clapped his hands vigorously, and signaled the councillors to quiet down temporarily.

"Quarrels can't solve the problem, everyone." Jule's voice was full of exhaustion. He has been working in the town for almost thirty years, watching the decline of Yese Town due to the curse, and gradually regaining its vitality with the concerted efforts of everyone. As a result, the apple tree has not yet produced fruit. Someone in Stormwind will chop off the tree with an axe and take the wood to build a boat. The reason is difficult for them to refute—in order to fight the devil. "We have to discuss countermeasures and find a practical solution. Instead of arguing, what we need is practical action."

"We need a more positive response from Stormwind. Our home is being attacked by the undead." Congressman Millsdeep has no idea how many times he said the same words. "But over the years, not only did Stormwind not give any assistance, but when we just got a respite, we climbed to the top of the night town to **** blood! Even if it is the king's order, I will spit on this letter! Watt! Li'an doesn't deserve any assistance from Yese Town!"

"Pay attention to your words, Congressman!" Master Barryback said sharply. "We have been loyal to the Wrynn family for generations. The Nightshade is a member of the Alliance, and the Duskwood is also part of the Kingdom of Azeroth..."

"But when the undead is rampant in the twilight forest, where are the troops in Stormwind?!" Senator Hogan interrupted the ambassador's words mercilessly. "When the werewolves destroyed the village, where were the troops in Stormwind?! They hid behind a safe wall, letting us die in the hands of the undead! Stormwind abandoned us long ago. Now what qualifications do they have? Yese Town requires so many soldiers and material assistance?"

Sheila Vonindi, the historian of Nightstown, lowered her head to record what happened in the parliament today. Altea looked at the historian with some envy, and he was probably the only one who didn't worry so much.

"Gentlemen, please listen to me." A deep voice echoed in the town council. Scholar Delland stood up and spoke. He is a draenei who has a little research on arcane magic, and night town invited him to use his arcane knowledge to help the night watchman fight invisible enemies. The resurrected zombies are not terrible, but necromancers and ghosts floating in the forest are not enemies that the militia can fight against. "According to what I know about His Majesty Varian, this is not like a request he would make. Please forgive me. Perhaps Ms. Altea's letter contains vague words or some explanations that make Her Majesty Varian. I have doubts about the town of Nights, but I think the best way is for Ms. Altea to go to Stormwind City with members of the council and make a statement to Her Majesty Varian."

"Yes, I think so too..." Ambassador Barryback said in agreement. "The people of Yese Town are full of expectations for the assembly. At least, we can't just agree to the request in the letter. This will completely ruin Yese Town and destroy the hard work of everyone in Yese Town for more than 20 years."

This is rare and has not caused controversy. All the councillors reached a consensus in this regard-they could not accept the request of Stormwind.

"But don't forget, everyone," Senator Harold said loudly. "The news from Stormwind City is not very good. The number of soldiers summoned by His Majesty Varian from various places is not less than the requirement for Nightstown. The Moonbrook Brigade has long been called up, and the guards of Lakeside Town have already set off to Stormwind City. Drive in. How much time do we have? Or, how much time can His Majesty Varian leave us? When the conscripts of all the towns are assembled, only the assembly area of ​​Nightlight Town is empty?"

"Stormwind City recently sent a priest to Nightlight Town." Altea took a deep breath, she stood up, and glanced across the council. "A draenei vindicator also helped us clean up the Tranquil Garden Cemetery. Recently, the situation in Nightshade Town has been better, and the ogres on Vogur Mountain have not moved. So I decided to follow the advice of the Delran Scholars. A trip to Stormwind, and personally asked His Majesty Varian to meet him. My father is the Duke of Stormwind, and His Majesty has no reason not to meet me."

"But if you leave, who will protect Nightlight Town?" Senator Harold asked. "Recently, the black knight appeared in the forest. The wolves have bitten several hunters. Master Carroll's apprentice also saw huge mutant spiders in the forest. The situation has not improved, you can't leave."

"Sarah Radymore will replace me in charge of the night watchman."

"If the king's messenger is in Nightshade, why do you have to go to Stormwind City?" Harold continued to ask. "The messenger has not left. Rather than wasting time to go to Stormwind, it is better to ask the messenger directly. The assembly time required in the letter is only four days left. It takes three days from Twilight Forest to Stormwind. It is too late."

Altea was silent for a few seconds.

"Well, let me invite the king's messenger first." She moved her shoulders. "Please come to the parliament."

"At least we have to figure out what on earth His Majesty Varian wants to do." Ambassador Barryback breathed a sigh of relief.

"His Majesty made countless citizens and farmers bankrupt for the Northern Expedition in Northrend." Harold snorted and turned to Altea, staring straight into the commander's eyes. "As a result, they were forced to become members of the Defias Brotherhood, and then they were wiped out in the Death Mine. Altea, you must remember that you will soon become the mayor, but the mayor and the town council must be the townspeople. Responsible, not endorsing Stormwind City. If the interests of Stormwind City conflict with the interests of Nightlight Town, the night watchman must not turn around and kill the desperate residents like the People's Army of the Westfall!"

"I will." Altea sighed, as if an invisible shackle was added to her back, Sarah looked at the commander worriedly. "I will never betray the night town that has been protecting for twenty years."

Chapter Two thousand and nine

The gate of the town council was closed, and the singing of the Blood Raven Inn remained.

The beautiful singer stood up and bowed to the audience. People responded with warm applause. Zelin sat at the table in the corner, clapping and applauding as well.

Tuweisi's reply was quick. The Ethereal merchant said in the letter that his shop is in the magic business district, called Simple Enchantment, which is the first shop near the Violet Castle. Zelin had no specific concepts about the Violet Castle and the magic business district, but this did not prevent him from imagining in his mind what a city ruled by a wizard would look like. It is estimated that Philippa knew that the mages of Azeroth ruled a suspended city, and she would be envious of it from ear to ear. Independent, free, neutral, and extremely powerful, and respected by all nations, Philippa's plan has just started a few years ago, and the wizards of another world did not know it hundreds of years ago.

Only then their city was still on the ground.

The player put the coins in the hat in front of him into his pocket, rubbed his hands, and began to play the second song. Zelin lowered his eyes and continued to watch the board game being played by the two dwarves on the opposite side.

"Hi, man, do you want to draw a card?" Another dwarf with a big beard noticed Zelin's curious look, took out a stack of cards, and walked to Zelin. "Ten silver coins can draw a card once, guaranteeing value for money."

Zelin raised his eyebrows and put down the moonberry juice in his hand. "Is this some kind of sales promotion?"

"You can think of it this way, but this kind of opportunity is rare. Buying a card lottery in Stormwind is much more expensive than mine."

Zelin subconsciously thought of some Erdao dealers who made false cards in his world. But the curiosity in his heart made him rub his hands.

Just smoke once.

"Take it." Zelin took out ten silver coins. After cleaning up the dead in the Tranquil Garden Chapel, the local recorder gave him twenty-five silver coins as a reward. However, one thing seems to be certain. It seems that the card games in this world are not affordable to anyone, and the level of popularity is insufficient. In the world of demon hunters, the poorest villagers of Willen have several kwent cards to communicate with each other. "You better not play any tricks."

"Absolutely not."

The dwarf salesman smiled sincerely, showing his white teeth.

Zelin stretched out his finger, fumbled for a while on the back of the card, and then selected one of them and drew it out.

"What is this?"

"Let me see, oh! Golden!" The dwarf widened his eyes exaggeratedly, and then he wanted to frustrate the ball. "Normal...ah, don't be discouraged, boy, do it again, you will definitely have a good harvest next time. Believe me, even your Prince Anduin likes... hey hey, don't push me, take the sword Put it back and have something to say, when everyone has bad luck, right? If it doesn’t work once, we can do it again. Okay, I’ll go now, I’ll go by myself. Young man, what do you do with such a hot temper? Really. ..."

Zelin sat back on the seat, the singer played a cheerful tavern tune, and smiled sweetly to customers who threw coins in their hats from time to time.

Suddenly, among the cheerful cheeks in the tavern, he noticed another person who was as straight-faced as him.