The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"What do you mean, Harold?!"

She rarely leaves Yese Town, but Altea is definitely not a village girl who knows nothing about the outside world. Her father is the Duke of Stormwind. If it weren’t for Duke Eberlock’s belief that he should consider the people in the kingdom, instead of fighting between courtiers and advisers in Stormwind Fortress, she should be the most popular court lady now, because Duke Eberlock only has this daughter, and Altea will inevitably become the new Duke. So she has learned a lot of knowledge that ordinary people can't touch, whether it is holy light, arcane, or undead and fel energy, although she chose to become a warrior in the end, this does not prevent her from recognizing it, Harold's spar The power of fel contained in it.

The power of the devil!

"Why be so surprised, Altea?" Harold moved slowly, vaguely blocking the parliament gate leading to the outside. "Look, Stormwind wants our lives, but some people don't. Why do we have to be loyal to Stormwind? Even if the entire Nightshake Town is buried for it?! We are the night watchmen who have persisted in the Twilight Forest for twenty years, Every townsman has anything to do with Stormwind City? When we are in trouble, Stormwind City ignores it. Now that they are in trouble, they think of us? They are not worthy!"

"Be sober, Harold! You have been fighting for the townspeople for 20 years, how can you betray everyone at this time?!" Altea leaned down slightly, putting her right hand on the hilt of the knife around her waist. "Don't believe the lie of the Burning Legion, the devil will kill everyone!"

"It's you who will wake up, Altea! You have been brainwashed by the rhetoric of Stormwind!" Harold sneered at this. "Think about it, how did the soldiers of the Demon Legion come from? They come from various worlds. They need soldiers for their expeditions. Their conquest is to expand the army. If you just want to provide soldiers and supplies in exchange for protection, why not seek a more reliable one. What about a stronger power? The king is worried that the Legion will take his throne. The rulers are afraid of the Burning Legion, but we don’t need it. The Burning Legion is never an enemy of civilians. Why should we go to the battlefield to die for the king’s power? Your duty is to protect the townspeople, not to be foolishly loyal to Stormwind!"

"You are crazy."

Altea squeezed the handle of the knife, her gaze swept around, looking for other enemies who might be in the shadows. She is familiar with Harold, if it weren't for his poor fighting skills and power agility, he would have become a night watchman to protect the town of Nightlight, instead of tantrums in the council.

"I thought you would be more enlightened than your father. Sure enough, you nobles of Stormwind, even if you have lived in Yese Town for twenty years, to you, the rewards of Stormwind are more important than the lives of the residents of Yese Town. "Harold's voice was filled with disappointment and sadness. "Yes, I originally believed in the lies of Stormwind, and I wanted to contact the demons with fear, nothing more than being killed by them, but if I succeeded, I would be able to save the lives of the people in the entire town. If not, This time I tried, I was still kept in the dark by lies. Those so-called brutal demons-received me, and talked to me about the plight of the night town, and finally told me that they were willing to help, and even willing to lift the curse of the night forest. What is it? Who is abandoning Yese Town? To whom should Yese Town allegiance? Isn’t that unclear? Should Yese Town be abandoned? No, there is no difficulty that can bring down the residents of this land, no one can. The undead cannot, Nor can Stormwind. Do you understand? Oh, I'm sure you don't understand, how can the noble lady from Stormwind understand the ideas of farmers and loggers."

Altea found no other ambushers nearby.

"You don't want to sell the night town to the devil."

She squinted her eyes slightly, a fierce flash in her pupils. With a sudden wave of the arm holding the handle of the knife, the scimitar brushed away from his waist, drew a cold light, and took Harold's right hand holding the Fel Crystal. The next moment, the scimitar stopped in mid-air, and Harald reached out and grabbed Altea's arm, his palms were like iron tongs, making Altea unable to move. The completely different situation from the impression made Altea stunned. But her combat experience made her adjust her plan quickly, her free left hand was clenched into a fist, the spike inlaid on the back of the glove aimed at Harold's neck, and she used all her strength to swing out.

Harold held the Fel Spar in his other hand, and he didn't have any movement to throw the spar away, so he couldn't spare his right hand to defend against attacks.

This fist was punched very quickly, but it was empty. The spike hadn't touched Harold's skin, and the shock from her abdomen made Altea subconsciously bend down, her stomach rolled, but blood was vomiting out. Harold thrust the fel spar into Altea's abdomen like a dagger.

Before Altea screamed, the deep pain in her bones instantly shattered her consciousness. As if a vortex appeared under her feet and sucked her in, the surroundings became more and more crowded, becoming darker and colder, until the darkness completely swallowed everything.

Lightning tore the night sky.

Zelin stood in front of the window, silently looking at the night town soaked in the storm in the distance.

"You mean, the undead curse in Twilight Forest might come from an evil artifact?"

"Yes, my brother. After investigating, consulting ancient books, searching for ancient books and secret records, I can almost be sure that the curse of the Twilight Forest is most likely to come from an evil artifact that was sealed by the Council of Tirisfal."

Inside the quiet garden chapel that had been swept away, McDowell looked at another priest who was in the dust with concern.

Revere Coster.

At 18:20 today, the priest in a shabby robe walked into the chapel and asked McDowell, who was still burning the body for help. He carried a holy deed and a mace, and there were many traces of battle left on his body.

"I admit it is unbelievable, my brother. This incident originated three years ago..."

"Please have soup." Olejia enthusiastically passed the hot **** soup overnight.

"Oh! Thank you, beautiful lady." Revere took the bowl, but did not drink, but put it beside him. There is no furniture in the chapel, they are sitting on the steps next to the preaching platform. "Three years ago, since an adventurer reported that a lich appeared in the Twilight Forest, the church decided to send me to the Twilight Forest secretly to investigate the nature of the undead curse. The bishops do not want to see the Twilight Forest become a second one. Lordaeron. As a result, I discovered that forty years ago, before the Dark Portal was opened, a wizard of the Council of Tirisfal received an artifact forged by the Dreadlord."

"I've heard of this council." Oregaard said. "The Tirisfal Council, the oldest organization of wizards, the world's most powerful humans and high elf wizards gathered together, and gave the magic power in the body to one of the members, and the member who received all the power of the wizard was called the guardian. It’s up to this guardian to fight against the demons that invade the world. It sounds like Naaru blesses the strongest warriors under his command and makes them light-forged warriors. But there are many light-forged warriors, not one. The instructor said , Any powerful organization and race, without the guidance of the Holy Light, will inevitably degenerate under the guidance of power, just like the powerful Eredar back then."

"...Then the wizard could not control the power of the artifact, but was controlled by the artifact. The last guardian Medivh defeated him and hid the artifact in the basement of his mage tower, which is Karazhan's basement." Revere The priest didn't care about Olegar's remarks, and continued. "I have reason to believe that the artifact was missing in the previous orc wars and then lost in the twilight forest separated from Karazhan by a mountain range. So much so that the curse sucked up the vitality in the land, brought the dead back to life, and the creatures mutated. "

"What's the name of that artifact?" McDowell asked.

"If there is no error in the record." Revere paused. "World Terminator—Apocalypse. A magic sword that spreads death and plague. I'm trying to get the Twilight Forest free from the curse, but now it seems that the servants controlled by the magic sword are chasing me. I can't deal with so many enemies. , Must request assistance from Stormwind City."

"Why is it so important that Stormwind City sends only one combat priest?" Zelin turned around. The rain was pouring outside the window. "This is too irresponsible."

"The Magic Sword will seduce users who are not determined and turn them into controlled black knights." Revere sighed lightly. "This matter should not be known to too many people, otherwise any greedy adventurer may cause a catastrophe in the Twilight Forest. I don't know who spread the news about the existence of the master artifact in the Twilight Forest. As a result, the town of Nightlight recently There are so many adventurers. I suspect that at least one-third of them are trying to figure out the truth of the rumors."

"If you have an artifact in your hand, you have a higher probability of surviving when fighting against the devil." McDowell shook his head. "In order to survive, many people will lose their minds and do a lot of seemingly stupid things."

"I think, the night watchman commander in the night town might know something. Yes, Altea." Zelin stretched out a finger. "They are locals, and some night watchmen lived in this land when the curse appeared. Perhaps they still remember where the curse first appeared."

"...Makes sense." Revere nodded. "In order not to divulge the news, I have hardly asked any locals about the source of the curse. I can't reveal my whereabouts. Ever since I found the cursed weapon, the black knight has been chasing me. Yesterday, I heard a traveler say , Stormwind sent a priest to Nightshine, so I came to see you. But I can’t stay long, the Black Knight will find here soon."

"In the sanctuary of the Holy Light, you are safe." Olega said with relief.

"It was the warhammer and sword that drove away the ghouls occupying the chapel, not the prayer of the Holy Light." Zelin shook his head. He turned around, and the rain splashed on the steps of the chapel. "Tobias also said before that many people have witnessed the appearance of black knights in the twilight forest. Those black knights may also realize that someone has taken the chapel back from the undead. Regardless of whether they know that Revere is here, they I will definitely come to the chapel...How is the strength of the black knight?"

"...I don't think the four of us are their opponents." Revere sighed. "I really can't stay, and I can't fight this darkness alone. My brother, please return to Stormwind as soon as possible, report the situation in the Twilight Forest to the bishops, and ask them to send more powerful Paladins to fight against the black as soon as possible. Knight. Thank you for your help. I want to leave as soon as possible so as not to drag you down."

"But why don't you return to Stormwind with McDowell and ask the church for support?"

"The black knight may attack the town."

"Then I'll go tell Altea about this. She is the commander, and... she might really want to hear this news."

Altea has always wanted to get a reason that can reduce the burden of war borne by the night town, what else can be better than the black knight infestation? Moreover, as evidenced by the mission of the priest and the Cathedral of Light, even the king's envoy has no reason to accuse the night watchman of staying to deal with the black knight. He should first blame the bishop of the church.

The second thousand and twelfth chapter, the shadow under the prosperity

The heavy rain continued for more than six hours.

Zelin sat at the entrance of the chapel, staring at the rain-soaked forest, awake all night. Revere put on a windbreaker and lay on the sermon to rest. McDowell wiped the glass window depicting religious paintings with a wet handkerchief little by little. Oleja lay on the ground, his head resting on the handle of the warhammer, and his eyes closed. The rain slapped the woodland, and the wind screamed, leaving only the sound of wind, rain and thunder in the ears of the demon hunter.

When the torrential rain stopped, Zelin immediately awakened Oregaard. Explain a few words to her, and take out two smoke bombs to her. Tell her that if you run into trouble, throw these two bombs on the ground, and the smoke bursting out of them can cover them to escape. Although Zelin doubted whether Oregaard knew how to use it, there shouldn't be any problems with McDowell and Revere. Especially the latter is clearly a priest who is proficient in combat.

When he walked out of the chapel, he could see the town hidden in the night and mist under the hillside, and the uneven roofs were looming in the shadows.

This sounds crazy. The Twilight Forest has been cursed and tortured. For more than 20 years, everyone has been helpless. As a result, Zelin just arrived in the Twilight Forest to help an acquaintance solve a little trouble in the chapel. When he was about to go to Dalaran, a priest He ran over to find them overnight, saying that he found a place that might be the source of the local curse. But he was chased by the black knight and needed help urgently. The reason why he was able to find this place was because he believed that he was also the pastor of the Holy Light Church, so he hurried over, hoping that McDowell would report his findings to the Cathedral of Light.

He originally planned to escape the Twilight Forest after discovering the existence of Apocalypse, but seven days ago, as soon as he arrived at the dark river beach, two black knights rushed out. It took him a long time to avoid the knight's pursuit, but he returned to the Dusk Forest. So Zelin finally gave him a suggestion. Since it is impossible to leave the Twilight Forest, why not go to the dawn woodland in the middle of the forest and seek the protection of the local druids. According to Allegar’s good friend Hisalie, there is an archdruid in the Dawnwood, and he is carrying a druid related to the werewolf, the Moon God Scythe. Perhaps the black knight is not an opponent of the archdruid, let alone in the druid's favorite forest.

In response, Allegar volunteered and decided to **** Revere to the Woodland of Dawn. But Zelin was really worried about this, so he decided to let them stay in the chapel temporarily. He personally went to Nightlight Town, and after telling Altea the black knight's news, he led the carriage out. The carriage that the garrison gave to the demon hunters was still parked in the animal pen behind the Blood Raven Inn. With a carriage, they could rush to the Dawn Forest faster.

The night town is more lively than ever.

More and more adventurers appeared in the night town. Dalaran began to summon the warriors willing to fight for the Violet Council. The prices offered by the mages were very attractive. Zelin must admit that if he was also a resident of this world , Would definitely choose to go to Dalaran to work for the magician. Following a group of powerful mages, the probability of surviving is obviously higher than joining the conscripted legions of alliances and tribes.

"I can arrive in Dalaran tomorrow. I must tell you the proper etiquette in advance. As an apprentice, I must also show the glory and grace that Sin'dorei deserves. As the oldest mage, I will expel anyone in A shameless apprentice in front of a human mage."

At the intersection of Yese Town, a tall male wizard with a long slender beard was teaching four female apprentices. His hair was tied in a braid behind his head, a pair of sword brows drooped on both sides of his cheeks, mixed with earthy air blowing the ends of his hair and robe. The four female apprentices listened quietly, but other thoughts gleamed in their emerald gleaming eyes. The red silk robes on their bodies are decorated with golden threads, and their slender ears indicate that they should belong to the elven race of Azeroth.

When Zelin passed the intersection, he couldn't help but glance at them more. Unlike the light purple night elves, the skin of these elves are more like humans, and they are more delicate and smooth than humans. From the perspective of human aesthetics, the appearance of every female elves can be called beautiful, while the male elves are. Elegant and handsome. Perhaps Azeroth also has an elf race, and the difference between them is far greater than the difference between Ain El and Ain Sidi.

"Proudmoore expelled the Sunreaver from Dalaran. This time, we will prove that their decision to expel the Sunreaver is extremely wrong. Dalaran without Sindorei is incomplete, and it is not worthy to represent Azer. All the magicians in Lars."

The elves' carriage stopped by the side of the road. As Zelin passed by, he suddenly noticed that there was a fifth elves here. A female apprentice was squatting next to the carriage, holding a piece of stone under the wheel—their carriage plunged into the quagmire on the side of the road. Pieces of mud stuck to the apprentice's body, and the red soft cloth boots had long been dyed dark black. She noticed the shadow around her, raised her head expectantly, and after seeing clearly that it was a passing human, she dropped her head in disappointment, wiped her forehead with a dirty handkerchief, and continued to pave the way with pebbles.

In the night town, many wet adventurers stayed near the Blood Raven Tavern and lit a campfire to dry their clothes. In the past, there have never been so many adventurers in the Twilight Forest, that the Blood Raven Inn has long been unable to contain so many people. So the innkeeper fenced a few open spaces on the outside walls of the inn, set up tents on the open spaces, and rented them out to adventurers from afar. Fortunately, most of these adventurers came to Dala, so they would not stay in the night town for too long, otherwise Zelin suspected that so many adventurers stayed for too long, they might quickly consume the materials hoarded in the night town. Exhausted. But this seems to have also brought opportunities to the town. The sign in front of the hotel was plastered with various orders.

In front of the town council gate, two night watchmen stood at the door. Seeing Zelin approaching, one of the male night watchmen nodded. The last time the demon hunter asked Altea to see him, he was on duty.

"Excuse me," Zelin said. "I request an interview from Ms. Altea. I have very important information to tell him."

Who knows, the night watchman shook his head. "You did not come at the right time, adventurer. Commander Altea was dealing with the town's things last night. He had just rested half an hour ago and ordered us not to disturb her until she woke up. You have something to do. If so, just go to Miss Sara. When the commander is away, Miss Sarah has always been in charge of the town's affairs."