The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Bah!"

"Swear in the name of ancestors, I'm just giving an example."

Yamily shrugged and focused again on the pages of the mud-stained book in her hand. Sitting on the wooden crate with slender and white legs close together, with her back facing the window, Yamily is wearing only a wide windbreaker, her toes bend subconsciously with the confusion in her mind.

Zelin couldn't believe it. After solving the necromancer and leaving the night town, Yamily went to the place where she lost her books and experimental equipment. Most of the books were destroyed by the rushing undead, but she still found a few books in the dirt and trampled weeds. Before she passed out, she put the book by her side. So when she woke up and remembered what happened before, Amelie immediately asked Zelin to turn around and take out the magic book hidden under the rock.

"Yamily." Zelin turned his head and shouted to the blood elf in the carriage. "Stop reading, drink some water, eat something, you didn't have breakfast just now."

"Wait a while. I'll eat later, I'm still a little bit close..." Yamily said, her voice gradually reduced. She stared at the pages of the book, gesticulating a certain gesture, the light of lavender magic lingering at her fingertips. The faint magic circle appeared from time to time, and every time the magic power disappeared, she would frown, return to the page again, and carefully check the previous records.

"You said the same three hours ago." Zelin pursed his lips and shook his head. "I hope you can listen to my advice. You need to rest, otherwise you will be exhausted before you finish your studies."

"Five minutes, five minutes will be fine."

Yamily said casually, still focusing on the book.

"I have seen people like this in the training valley. Many people are lazy idiots, secretly looking for gaps to sleep in during training. But there are always apprentices who would rather sacrifice rest time to hone combat skills, exercise strength and reflexes. , They are usually able to become powerful fighters in the tribe." Burns said in admiration. "Don't worry, if your tutor will fire you, he must be a blind man and he is not worthy to guide such an excellent apprentice's studies."

Yamily did not respond, and the magic power gathered in her hand disappeared again. She sighed heavily and scratched her hair vigorously.

The demon hunter’s carriage enters at the mouth of the canyon at the northernmost end of the Deadwind Trail, and Karazhan is located at the southernmost end of the Deadwind Trail. The distance is not far, but for safety reasons, Zelin decides to only drive six hours a day. This place is similar to the Twilight Forest. The sky is always covered with dark clouds, but day and night can be distinguished. Zelin still remembered the slogans shouted by the black knight when he attacked. Karazhan was commanded by some force. On the way, they met another group of adventurers who went to Dalaran. Although they were concerned about why a human belonging to the Alliance would travel with an orc belonging to the tribe, they still shared with Zelin what they had learned in the past two days in the Deadwind Trail. .

After Twilight Forest, no one has seen the black knight again. It has not been wiped out, nor has it reappeared. Zelin has always been vigilant against a powerful enemy hiding in an unknown place. Before leaving Nightlight Town, he informed MI7 of the Black Knight's information, hoping that they could investigate the possible hiding place of the Black Knight.

Two guards holding spears stand at the entrance of the town. Unlike the blue-bottomed golden lion tabard of the Stormwind Guards, the guards here wear purple tabards with an eye in the middle, and are on the high **** on the left side of the entrance. , Inserted a flag painted with the same pattern. In the distance, a tall tower reaching into the sky sits at the foot of the mountain at the end, spreading shadows on everyone's heads. The closer you get to the Karazhan Tower, the oppression carried by the huge tower comes oncoming, not to mention the floating city above the spire of the high tower.

"We are here, Burns." Zelin looked at the ruined town in front of him. This made him subconsciously think of Lomugne, a town that was once prosperous but destroyed and rebuilt on the ruins by later generations. On the dark soil, there is almost no trace of destruction in the center of the town, but the closer to the edge, the more ruins between the houses. There are only broken walls surrounded by dead branches and leaves around the town. Stone houses are traces of the past, most of the thatched roofs were built later, and there are almost the same number of two types of roofs. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to find a representative of the tribe nearby first." Burns scratched the back of his head, his hairstyle was like a rooster. "The Horde now has no place in Dalaran, but I heard that the warriors who challenged the Balrog King and had an Excalibur in his hand are now summoning the whole world to use their swords and shields to defend Ai. Warrior of Xerath. I plan to go to him and follow in his footsteps."

"I wish you your own glory, Burns."

Zelin stretched out his fist and touched the orc's fist.

"May your ancestors guide your path, Ze Lin."

The orc jumped out of the carriage and disappeared into the crowd. Zelin turned around and knocked on the window.

"Yamily?" He looked into the carriage. "We are in Karazhan, did your tutor tell you where to go to meet him?"

"Arrived?" The apprentice closed the book. "Oh! Thank you so much. My mentor must be in the magic hotel in Dalaran. Are you going to unload the goods? I won't trouble you. There is a portal under Karazhan that leads directly to Dalaran. I can go directly. "Speaking, she reached for the cart door.

Zelin raised his eyebrows: "Maybe you should return the windbreaker to me first?"

The outstretched hand retracted again.

"Please, please, please help me to buy a robe for three golds, which is sold in the tailor's shop in Dalaran. Wait a minute, I will write an IOU."

With that, Yamily picked up the feather pen, tore off a long strip from the edge of a book page, and started writing on it. After a while, she reached out through the window and handed out the IOU. "Please buy a dress that looks more like a master apprentice. Thank you. In the name of Nikko, when I have money, I will pay it back in the shortest time."

Zelin took the IOU and wrote in Xiujuan's small letters: Blood Elf Yamily, borrowed three gold coins from human Zelin to buy a robe in the 32nd year of the Dark Portal Calendar.

"Three golds?" Zelin recalled the price tags he saw in the trade zone of Stormwind City. "So expensive?"

"Yes, because the robe worn by the caster is different from the clothes of ordinary people, there are inscriptions on it that increase the affinity between the caster and the arcane abilities, and the price is usually not less than three gold. Just buy the cheapest... ..."

After being fished out of the ogre’s cauldron by the demon hunter, Yamily temporarily put away the past professorial tone, as if everyone except the blood elves are barbarians who need to be taught knowledge. People are the same, and they have to be explained separately so that other people don’t understand it. At least for now, she can speak normally, and Zelin doesn't need to figure out her true meaning in countless jerky terms.

"Keep the IOU for now, anyway, I will stay in Dalaran for a while." Zelin drove the carriage and parked at the corner of Karazhan. There are mages and guards who work for the mages everywhere here. He believes that this is a scene that many warlocks dream of in his world. Maybe he can learn what the mages of Azeroth have done, and their code of faith, and then go back and tell others. "I parked the car here. There is lunch in this package. You can take it and eat a little while I come back."

"Aren't you going to unload the goods?" Yamily took the package, lowered her head, and looked at the wooden box under her. "When will you be back?"

This is not only Yamily's thoughts, but also Anbo's questions.

Doesn't he care about this box of goods at all, or even rush to unload it? !

The temperature in the longboard box made Amber sweat, and the sweat-soaked clothes stuck to his body as if mud. Feeling the bulging sensation in the lower abdomen, the agent clamped her legs, she really couldn't tell whether it was sultry and unbearable, or a sense of rush in other aspects, or an empty abdomen that was constantly protesting to the brain. . She can almost believe that this is the most difficult task since she became an agent. Without assistance, no booking plans, and no intelligence support, everyone can become an enemy. Generally speaking, the convoy of cargo will arrive at the destination as quickly as possible, as the goblins say, time is money. This is also the reason why she chose to hide in the freight vehicle and head to Dalaran.

She must rush to Dalaran as soon as possible, and then find a way to meet Varian before the meeting between the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde is over, and inform them of the Broken Isles.

As a result, the truck was not only slow on the way, but it was actually turning back halfway! If it were not for the gap in the long board, she suspected that she might have died of exhaustion of air. But even now, she can only try to raise her head, stick her nose and mouth in the gap, like a drowning fish, trying to **** in the cold air outside.

But as long as the intelligence can be sent to the right people, all this is worth it. Anbo could not imagine the result of the death of tens of thousands of elite fighters in Azeroth due to intelligence errors, nor could he imagine the future of defeating the demon army due to intelligence problems.

Next, Zelin's voice caused An Bo's head to sink a little dizzy.

"There is no way to worry about this. I have to discuss with my partner first how to deal with this batch of weapons and equipment."

Chapter 2036 Business Opportunities

"At that time, you may have to deal with it in Karazhan first, and then transport it to the city. Don't worry, I will help you buy clothes in Dalaran first. It happens that I have to meet with my partner."

Tuvis' plan is to sell enchanted equipment, not weapons and armor forged in ordinary blacksmiths. So when Zelin placed the order, he specifically requested that the weapon and armor be made into a beautiful style, with stripes and patterns on it. For ordinary equipment, this superfluous decoration is not only useless, but will reduce the reliability of the equipment. But enchanting makes up for the shortcomings in this respect. At this time, the exquisite magic equipment will be more eye-catching.

"Help look at the carriage here." Zelin fixed the ebony blade behind his back, and tied the rope around his shoulders and lower ribs to his chest. "I strive to be back before tonight."

"No one dared to rob and do evil in the mage's town." Yamily put the package with food beside her and watched Zelin ready to turn and leave. She quickly grabbed the edge of the car window and poked her head out. "If you see my mentor, please help me explain to him the reason why I am late. It is because the undead creature destroyed his lost books. It took me a long time to retrieve some of the scattered books. Please. Be sure not to talk about slacking and ogres!"

"I got it."

Zelin waved his hand. "If I see your mentor, I will help you speak nicely, provided that he is willing to listen."

The portal to Dalaran is located in the square under the Karazhan Tower. There are only two ways to enter this city suspended in the sky-flying and teleporting. Perhaps compared with other solid fortresses, Dalaran is the most difficult place to conquer. Because no army on land can enter the city through normal means, unless there is a legion with a large number of flying beasts, attacking directly from the air, or there are more powerful wizards that can successfully open and successfully open and fight against countless spellcasters. Stabilize the portal.

People of different races gathered together. If Zelin was surprised that four or five people of different races could coexist peacefully in the night town, then here, he saw at least a dozen creatures of different races appearing together. In addition to humans, there are already known orcs, werewolves, draenei, dwarves, and dwarfs. Some creatures the size of dwarves but with green skin all stand beside the stalls in the square, staring at them with treacherous little eyes. In the pocket of every traveler. A blue-skinned creature with protruding fangs like an orc, Zelin learned during the chat with Burns that this was a darkspear troll.

On the other side of the square, a furry creature wearing a chef's hat and a white apron in front of him was watching many people, cooking a type of food that the demon hunter had never seen before. The pandamen from Pandaria were hawking, and the wooden boards in front of the stall were written with the words "Misty Food". Smelling the aroma inside, Zelin decided that when he came back, it was time to try something other than bread, beef jerky and salted fish. In front of the barber shop, a human female with dark gray skin is fixing an iron chin on her cheek with the help of a barber, while another barber rubs powder on her body to cover the black spots on her arms. The undead, or the forgotten, still retain their sanity after their resurrection. This makes Zelin think of Maria. I really don’t know if Maria knows that there are many dead people in Azeroth who have similar living conditions. Any thoughts.

Passing through the square fair, when a tauren turned around, the huge totem on his shoulder almost hit the demon hunter's head. The tauren apologized to Zelin immediately, and his mild temper was completely inversely proportional to his size. In the corner of the square, in front of a dark purple tent, Zelin finally saw the partner who had not seen each other for almost a month.

"Zelin, I am very happy to see that you are safe. Before you came back, I thought you were infatuated with the beauty and beauty of Stormwind." The Ethereal Merchant came into Zelin's ears with a little echoing voice. . "But don't worry, it is the ethics of a businessman to keep secrets for customers. Your mage wife will not know what you have done in Azeroth, at least not from me."

"I was just involved in an unexpected trouble." Ze Lin sighed heavily. "It's nice to know that your business is good."

"It's our business." Tuvis corrected. "But your trouble is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Don't be surprised, my friend, in Dalaran, all news spread quickly. I heard what happened in Stormwind after I left. This is a good opportunity, since you Children who can know the leader of the alliance, maybe we can take the opportunity to find a way to win a quota to supply magic equipment to the alliance army. Supplying munitions is always a good business with a steady profit, especially when everyone is trying to survive. When expanding the army like crazy."

"Hey, Tuvis, as we said before, doing business is to help some people in the doomsday, just to collect some hard money, but it does not mean that I am willing to sell this ordinary magic equipment to the army who is going to the front line. , They should have better suppliers. Inferior military equipment may make them defeated."

"Ah, my friend, you look too high at the equipment of ordinary Azeroth soldiers." Tuvis took out a metal glove. "As far as the Alliance is concerned, the uniforms of the soldiers of the Alliance are called the King's Plate Armor. These are their gloves. Trust me, if you can, your mage lady should be able to provide us with equipment that is comparable to the King's Plate Armor. If successful If you do, this is the most stable source of wealth...Well, if you don’t want to, I won’t force it. I think my letter should be delivered?"

"Yes, I brought a whole vehicle of equipment, as well as some accessories containing magical power, from the murloc shaman." Zelin handed over the bag with the accessories, and Tuvis took it and opened it and took a look. , Then threw it on the table aside. "I’ll leave this to the enchanter for headaches. The goods have arrived? Very good. Come with me. I’m going to take you to Dalaran to visit my shop. If possible, I hope you can seriously consider me after the visit. Proposal. We have a stable supply, and we can also expand the enchanting equipment production team. If we can get a stable order, we can expand our business to many places in Azeroth."

"Those goods...?"

Zelin pointed his thumb behind him.

"First put it in the carriage, and after you meet with my enchanter, you will take him to fetch it. I have two excellent enchanters under my hand, and they will turn the equipment you brought into high-quality magic equipment. , And then sell them to adventurers who desperately need them. After you see the skills of the enchanters, you may change your mind. Sometimes, gold and power can't estimate the relationship between people."