The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Night town.

It seems that everyone has gathered here.

The demon hunter sat on the carriage, and after driving away from the night town square, he was a little relieved. It has almost become a bazaar, and adventurers from all over will choose to stay in the night town, and then set off to enter the Deadwind Trail after replenishment. There is a two-day journey between Yese Town and Karazhan. The land is cursed far beyond the Twilight Forest. It is a dangerous place for any adventurer. Those who are not ready to set off rashly will change. It became the corpse of the mutant vulture around the trail.

"Human, human!"

After a while, Zelin didn't realize that he was calling himself when someone tapped on the carriage behind.

He turned his head and looked back. A woman in a flaming red dress was standing next to the carriage, her right hand still raised in a percussive posture. Noting the look in the eyes of the demon hunter, she put down her arms, put her hands on her lower abdomen, and slightly bent over.

"Bal\'adash, malanore. Hello, traveler." She slowly raised her head, moving her hands from her lower abdomen to her sides, her **** attached to the seam of the skirt, her eyes rested on the demon hunter's forehead, Neither appears offensive nor evasive. "I noticed that you have a sturdy carriage and two excellent and healthy horses. Perhaps you are an honest person who is willing to earn money through hard work. An honest person deserves a suitable job. This is what The real reward, and the maintenance of social stability. Your carriage is empty. In that case, I don’t understand why you don’t have an employer, but..."

Listen to the slow tone of the elf in front of him. Zelin coughed heavily.

He rushed back to the chapel.

"Sorry, ma'am, if you have nothing to do, I'm leaving."

As he said, he waved his whip.

"Wait! Wait!" The elf's elegance and organization exploded like a bubble poked. She quickly grabbed the edge of the carriage with both hands to prevent Zelin from leaving. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I, I want to hire your carriage."

"I'm sorry, madam, I'm going to the chapel south of the town." Zelin shook his head. "I don't plan to go to other places. Maybe you can ask in front of the Blood Crow Inn. Maybe someone is willing to help you."

"I also want to go to the south of town."

At this time, Zelin realized that he had seen this elf yesterday.

"Wait, I remember you." Zelin said. "Yesterday you were repairing the car on the side of the road."

"It is to check the integrity of the vehicle and try to find out the problem that prevents it from moving forward." The elf carefully corrected it, and the little cherry mouth spit out every word accurately at a very fast speed. "It's not about repairing the car, it's about restoring normal operation and re-serving the owner. You should learn more complete vocabulary and more accurate description vocabulary."

"Okay, okay, you're all right." Zelin didn't want to waste time on this. "Are you going to the south? To the chapel?"

"No. The soil on the side of the road cannot withstand enough pressure because of rain soaking..."

"When you roll over." Zelin interrupted her. "Then what?"

"Because we are trying to ensure our own safety as much as possible to prevent the expensive mage robes from contaminating the soil, considering that everyone has only one pair of eyes and can only focus on one place when in danger, plus there is no magic spell when finishing the package. As for the straps of the package, the tightness decreases during the bumps on the road..."

"I'm leaving now."

"...The instructor dropped seven books, two sandalwood canes and a metal bracket, and asked me to look for them."

"Isn't that great?" Zelin sighed helplessly, pointing his thumb behind him. "Get in the car, I'll let you down wherever I go."

"GlorytotheSin\'dorei! Thank you, human."

Holding the skirt, the blood elf walked to the other side of the carriage in small steps. He stepped his right foot first, stepped on the edge of the carriage with soft leather boots sewn with gold silk, then lowered his head and stretched out his left hand wearing a silver ring. The head is tilted to the right, and the hanging ends of the hair just cover the forehead.

Zelin looked at her for unknown reasons.

"Are you still leaving? Otherwise I'm leaving."

The blood elf paused, muttered a low word in a vocabulary that the demon hunter could not understand, and then stepped into the carriage, with his legs close together, sitting on it sideways.

"Sit down, I have to go back quickly."

Zelin threw the whip, and the carriage immediately bumped on the uneven forest path. He wanted to rush back as soon as possible. Driving the carriage out of the crowded hotel barn wasted a lot of his time. Without the sun, he couldn't tell when it was now. It is best to send Revere to the woodland where the Archdruid is as soon as possible, otherwise the existence of the black knight will be a threat to everyone.

The carriage disappeared under the dense tree canopy, and in the distance, a thick smoke slowly rose up in the forest.

Chapter 2015 Blood-stained Chapel

The carriage shook gently, and the lights of the night town gradually disappeared behind the shadows of the trees.

"If you can't hold it anymore, you can go to the back and close your eyes and rest for a while." Zelin slanted his eyes and looked at the blood elf who barely maintained a neat sitting posture, but whose jaw was shaky like a chicken pecking at rice. "When you get to your destination, I will wake you up. You sit here, and I really doubt if you are going to fall faster if you go faster."

"The instability of sitting posture is caused by drowsiness." The blood elf raised his hand and gently wiped the corners of his eyes with the joints of the back of his hand. Unlike humans, her eyes had no pupils and whites, only a touch of emerald green. Zelin couldn't tell from the eyes whether she could hold it or not. "Drowsiness is due to the fact that the Japanese arrived at the hotel yesterday, carrying luggage, cleaning their bodies, washing clothes and trimming their nails. So there was not enough time left to close their eyes and restore their spirits to the level of supporting a new day's activities. But because today's tasks are not yet available. Completed, so taking a break will only produce unnecessary slack and delay time."

"I remember you have six people and five apprentices?" Zelin realized that the blood elf in front of him was not a servant, but one of the apprentices. "How come it sounds like you are the only one doing all the work?"

"Tutor task." The apprentice said concisely.

"Drudge?"

"Usually speaking, you must make the best use of the material in order to make the best use of its value. If there is no suitable target for the work, choose the option that will not affect the main process to undertake non-essential tasks, so as to reduce the overall occupancy... "

"Ah, I see, you are the worst of the apprentices, so your instructor gave you all the dirty work." Zelin waved his hand, he thought he was in a daze. Talk to the trolls. It's just that a troll will not have such a beautiful face and slim body. "It's really hard for you to carry the luggage of six people."

"I won't be in this state forever. When the talent is not enough to make me surpass her quickly, I will use diligence, hard work and focus to make up for the lack of talent and magic affinity. I believe anyone with insufficient talent can pass. Work hard the day after tomorrow, Snee!" The apprentice said confidently, just raised his chin, and then sneezed again. She took out the handkerchief, gently wiped the tip of her nose, folded it again, and put it back in her pocket. "The day after tomorrow's hard work is the only way to make up for inborn shortcomings. There is no second way. Therefore, I must complete every requirement given by my instructor and try my best to catch up with other students in magic studies."

She looks very motivated.

Not only explaining to Zelin, but also cheering himself up. After the apprentice said, he patted his cheek, took a deep breath, and sat up straight again.

Zelin really likes people who work hard to make progress like this. She is right that hard work is the only way to make progress. If every apprentice can think of her, it is estimated that there will be many masters in all walks of life in this world. He scratched his ears, waved his whip, and the carriage moved faster.

"Aren't you tired of talking like this?"

The dead trees on both sides retreated quickly, like phantoms. There is only a gloomy shell of the roadside oil lamp, no one maintains it, and the light inside has long been extinguished.

"Rigidity, organization and accuracy are the most basic requirements for the caster. Laxity and negligence can lead to unpredictable and serious consequences. I must develop a serious habit to avoid making mistakes in the tasks assigned by the instructor and even failing the task. The instructor is A magician, he will not tolerate any task failure due to personal mistakes. Therefore, I must do my best to complete each task and perform perfectly in order to achieve the satisfaction of the instructor, so that I can learn by the instructor. More advanced magic knowledge." The apprentice said while holding an oil lamp in his other hand, staring at the shadowy bushes beside the road. "In time. My portrait will also appear in the Violet Corridor in Dalaran, alongside other archmages."

"Well, it's been a long time since I saw a serious apprentice like you."

Zelin paid attention to the scenery on the side of the road. When a fork in the road appeared in the field of vision, he took the reins and stopped the two horses. "It's here."

The carriage came to a halt slowly, and after turning the three forks ahead, you could see the iron fence of the cemetery of Quiet Garden. The blood elf stood up, smoothed the wrinkles on the skirt, got out of the carriage, turned around and lifted the corners on both sides of the skirt, and bowed to the demon hunter.

"Thank you for your help, human."

"Nothing, I wish you success in your studies. I may be back in four hours. If there are too many things for you to carry, you can wait for me to come back and transport you back in a carriage."

The chapel is about ninety minutes away from the Dawn Forest. After Revere is sent to the Dawn Forest, there should be no other troubles. It is said that the druids of the Dawnwood can be directly connected to the alliance city through the portal, and Revere can directly return to Stormwind through the portal to report the changes in the Twilight Forest to the bishops of the Cathedral of Light. Less than thirty years ago, the outbreak of the undead plague destroyed the most powerful human kingdom in the world. There is another hidden danger of the undead plague in the twilight forest, and it is impossible for the bishops of the church to ignore it.

The carriage turned a corner and passed the fork in the road. The next moment, Zelin took the reins.

A thick smoke rose from the hillside not far away.

He turned over and jumped out of the carriage, drew out the ebony blade, gesticulated the rune of the Kunen's seal with his left hand, and walked cautiously in the direction where the smoke appeared. The accumulated experience over the years told him not to run directly after seeing the changes. This is most likely a trap set by the enemy. But the direction of the dense smoke could not help but urge him to speed up.

The outer wall of the chapel in the cemetery was already blackened by heavy smoke, the broken oil lamp fell on the ground, and the lamp oil was flowing all over the floor. Sporadic flames scattered in the cemetery, igniting several dilapidated wooden crosses. Zelin clutched the tip of his nose, and squinted his eyes to scan the smoke-covered church.

"Olega!"

He shouted. "McDowell! Revere!"