The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"No, listen to me. This, it sounds unbelievable. When I put on a windbreaker and jumped out of the car, trying to stretch my waist and legs to relieve the tingling sensation, I heard a message from the back of the car. The rubbing of the wooden board. A man, a woman hiding in a long board box! I only noticed her when she pierced the board with a knife and picked up the hemp rope outside!"

"Wait, you mean, there is someone hiding in the wooden crate?" Zelin recalled the breathing he heard on the road, pursing his mouth and looking at the empty crate. "Damn, I thought it was your voice..."

"What sound?"

"Nothing, you keep talking."

On the road, Zelin heard the sound in the carriage twice. The demon hunter's ears could indeed hear some subtle noises through the wooden crates and carriages, but both times appeared when Jamily was there. He I always thought it was the apprentice's muttering when he was hungry or studying, after all, she was right where the sound came from. But it now appears that there is a fourth guest on his carriage.

"She cut the hemp rope, pushed the plank away, her eyes widened as if she was going to kill someone. I wanted to attack her with magic, but she first put a pistol against my head." Jamily shivered. , I don’t know if it’s because of cold or fear. "She asked where you went, and I told her you were in Dalaran...I am not going to betray you, I don't know..."

"Nothing, then?"

"She took the windbreaker from me...changed her wet clothes, and then left. Before leaving, she gave me a hard blow with a stone on the head. I passed out. , When I woke up from the cold, I found myself lying behind the bushes..." A rosy rose on Yamily's pale cheeks, and she rolled her face away. "Thank you for your help, Zelin. I'm sorry, I can't return that trench coat to you."

"It's not important."

Zelin pondered in his mind, considering who he might have offended. But soon, he temporarily gave up the idea of ​​clarifying the problem in this regard. He has not been in Azeroth for a long time, but everything he has done may offend many people. "Yamily, you can go to Dalaran. Your mentor and classmates should be waiting for you."

"How about you?"

"I'm going to find this little thief." Zelin took a deep breath. "She made a serious mistake, and that is that I shouldn't take my clothes. I want to find her and figure out what's going on. You see her face and describe her look to me."

Yamily told Zelin the appearance of the attacker, and the demon hunter quickly superimposed another portrait with her in his mind.

Amber Gilney.

"...Do you know her?" Yamily asked tentatively. "Are you friends or enemies?"

"Neither." Zelin shook his head. "Come on, Yamily, go to Dalaran. If nothing else, don't come back to Karazhan. Also, don't tell anyone that you have seen her."

Agents of MI7 thought that Anbo went to Booty Bay to seek refuge, but now she is here again. Is this some kind of plan? Or another crappy trick of the devil? A demon was hiding in a carriage, like a prisoner on the run. She did not kill the innocent Yamily, nor did she deform. Instead, she stunned Yamily and left directly. If she kills the apprentice, destroys the body, and then becomes her appearance, it is estimated that no one can tell that she is the pursued Amber Gilney.

Too many doubts.

He really wants to meet this ‘devil’ who can talk to. Generally speaking, unusual places mean hidden clues.

"I understand." Jamily nodded. "Take care, if you are in trouble, you can go to the Magic Hotel to find me and take the IOU."

With that said, Yamily forced the IOU into Zelin's hand.

"I want to become an archmage in the future. How can I leave a word to others in the future to whisper about the money I owe and not pay it back. Take it, is your partner simply enchanting? I will personally put the coins at that time. Delivered to you."

Chapter 2039: A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity

Jaina Proudmoore is very happy that this meeting is taking place in a city she is familiar with. With so many people, the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde gathered together, which brought her some bad memories. She tried to bury those memories deep in her mind until she saw Wendell in the market this morning. .Spark—the old dwarf who used all his belongings to send his daughter with magic talent to Theramore to learn magic—she realized that she would never forget that memory, whether it was Jindi or Ronin.

The last time the leader of the Alliance and the Horde gathered together was to try Garrosh at the White Tiger Temple, who was notorious for killing tens of thousands of civilians in Theramore with a magic bomb.

"You are very sad."

"Kadgar."

Khadgar, with neat gray hair, walked to Jaina's side, with his hands behind him, and looked at the hall of Violet Castle.

"There have been conflicts in this hall, not just one."

When the Northrend expedition, the dwarf explorer Brian Bronzebeard discovered the Titan relics hidden in the underground seal of the ancient gods in Northrend, then the lord Ronin invited the leaders of the alliance and the tribe, and Thrall was still an ordinary warrior. Garrosh came here, and as a result a conflict broke out with Varian, and the two sides faced each other.

Oh, Ronin.

Thinking of this friend who had passed away two years ago, Jaina covered the tip of her nose and took a deep breath.

"The news you brought back will calm...everyone." She tucked a touch of white hair from her forehead to the back of her head. She, like Khadgar, had hair color that was not her own age. Khadgar was because of a battle with the guardian occupied by the Demon King. His life force was absorbed. Fortunately, the magic was interrupted, leaving him with an old appearance. Jaina became like this after the explosion of the magic that destroyed Theramore. But there is also a big difference between them, that is, when Khadgar has become a hero against the demons, Jaina was only 14 years old.

"The devil’s invasion has declared war on Azeroth, and the warning is on their heads, but what is really important is how to unite everyone. The war with the devil is not just for everyone to win with a single brainstorm. Now The army is much stronger than in the past." Khadgar's voice rarely appears frustrated, but now it is one of the few times. This powerful magician went to another world to unite the local residents against the demon army, and even defeated one of the most important leaders of the army in the demon fortress-Archimonde. But he failed to kill the orc warlock Gul'dan who summoned the devil, so that Gul'dan came to their world through the portal and wanted to continue to summon the demon army to descend here.

The leaders of the tribes and all races have gathered here, and their distinctive costumes are in sharp contrast with the uniform and solemn dresses of the Alliance across the long table. Whether it is a strong tauren, a cold undead, a rough orc, an elegant and beautiful blood elves, a treacherous goblin, or a troll with a long history and unique culture. It is not easy to bring so many different races together to form a close alliance, but the tribe did, at least for now.

At the other end of the long table, sat a panda man with a hat. The demeanor is calm and calm, like a calm lake in a quiet valley.

"When did Taran Zhu come?"

"Last night." Khadgar whispered. He was not impressed by the Pandaren because he was still in another world at that time. "He said that the Supreme Celestial God is selecting a hundred of the best monks and preparing to support the battle of Broken Beach. But one hundred warriors are too few, no matter what training they have undergone, and how superb fighting skills they have."

"That's a beach, Khadgar."

"If you have participated in the attack on Hellfire Citadel, you can understand that an assault cannot solve the enemy, and a beach battle may require a steady stream of reinforcements to enter the battlefield to fill the vacancy. Forgive me for using this term to describe Ai Warriors fighting for Xerath, but the plan proposed by the Alliance is too...superficial."

Jaina did not object to it.

"But there is no better way, is there?" She looked at the meeting again. Tirion Fording was talking with Thrall. Varian and Gene discussed the details of the war plan. Perhaps the only way to suppress the werewolf king from rushing towards Sylvanas in order to be killed by Sylvanas The anger of Prince Liam's revenge. Vol'king informed other race leaders of the alliance's plan. The young Bain and the orc warrior Eitrigg raised their questions in the plan. Sylvanas was sitting far from Vol'king and also far away from Taran Zhu, female The scarlet pupil of the Demon King pointedly stared at Veresa, who was sitting on the side of the Alliance, who deliberately averted her gaze. The great craftsman Mekkatorque focused on a glass of lemonade. He stubbornly rejected Kaja Coke and declared that this Coke was a pool of cold mud. The representative of the goblins, the great chaebol Gary Vickers, did not appear here, because two days ago, the guards of the Kirin Tor arrested several goblins who were distributing fleeing rocket flyers. So Kirin Tor's six-member council unanimously approved the proposal to prevent this goblin from entering the Violet Castle.

This is a confidential meeting, and no one knows whether these little green skins who see the money will spread the content of the meeting in order to make money.

The goblin even played for Arthas, the Lich King. They later proudly declared that after the Lich King recovered from his sleep, the goblin was the first race in Azeroth to rebel against him. But anyone who knows the insider knows that this is just because the Lich King has no habit of paying when making transactions.

"I wish I could go directly to the Broken Beach to fight the devil." Khadgar held his forehead. "In this battle, the demons won't let us defeat so easily. When Draenor fights the demons, they like to turn their strongholds into strong fortresses. I bet they will strengthen their defenses on Broken Beach."

"So the alliance's plan is to take advantage of Gul'dan to strengthen the defenses, pull out the stronghold that summons the devil." Jaina said. "This is different from the situation in Draenor. This time, we know where Gul'dan appeared and when it started. There is not much time left for us, and besides, MI7 has already been investigated and broken. There are not many demons on the beach. I guess Gul'dan may not have time to build a beacon for the demon army outside Azeroth, so he can only summon some ordinary demons to protect himself."

Khadgar took a deep breath; "The intelligence is correct. This will be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Everyone thinks so. Excellent agents sacrificed their lives to deliver such important news back. Perhaps only MI7 has the ability to sneak into the Broken Beach at such a dangerous time. Everyone cherishes this information very much, because until now, they have no knowledge of the scale and power of the demons that invaded Azeroth. Gul'dan chose a small island in the ocean, and there were very few ships that could enter that area.

The price paid by MI7 is heavy. Only one agent came back alive.

Anbo hid behind a broken wall, waiting for the two Kirin Tor guards to pass by and disappear behind the corner of the street on the other side. After the guard disappeared, she knelt down and took out the slices of bread and beef jerky from the package. After snatching the clothes, she took away the food left in the carriage by the way. I am very happy that the blood elves are so focused on learning that they neglected breakfast, otherwise there may only be half a slice of dry bread left in the package.

The blood elf might wake up soon and spread the news of her appearance. Maybe she will fall asleep for a while until she is discovered. However, Anbo believed that after waking up, the blood elves would first find a way to solve the clothes problem, and then report to the Kirin Tor guard. Now, she can only hope that Guardian of the Kirin Tor will treat this incident as an ordinary robbery. The Kirin Tor guards will search the town of Karazhan, just like guards in other towns will do. It is not a wise decision to stay in the town at this time.

If MI7 is looking for her, then Dalaran’s guards might have been notified.

Suddenly, an idea popped into Anbo's mind to enter Dalaran as a prisoner, but soon, recalling the dilemma encountered when entering Karazhan pretending to be a cargo, she immediately put this idea behind her.

It is too dangerous to give half of the plan's success to uncontrollable variables. She must find a safer way to enter Dalaran. But before that, she must first solve the possible troubles in Karazhan. Before long, MI7 will bring the wanted order into the Deadwind Trail, but she cannot leave because this is the place where she is closest to the leader of the alliance, and perhaps the uncrowned is also nearby. Once this good opportunity is lost, I am afraid in the future. There will never be a similar situation again. Even if you sacrifice yourself, you must pass the information to the right people.

Suddenly, Anbo realized that he was licking his fingers, tasting the last trace of meat oil left on his fingertips, and the scent of beef jerky lingered on the tip of his tongue during the meal. A large loaf of bread and palm-sized jerky are gone, as if thrown into a dry well, but her abdomen is still empty, hunger gnawing at nerves like ants, as if no matter how much food can not be filled into Bottomless stomach.

Lifting the greased paper, poured the last bit of food residue into his mouth, and Anbo buried the greased paper and the changed clothes into the soil. There is a smell of smoke in the windbreaker. The owner of this suit must be a smoker and will carry tobacco with him. She hates this smell, but in this case, she can't help but choose.

After confirming that no extra traces were left, An Bo bent down and, under the cover of the broken eaves, slipped into a high **** on the right side of the town. She wants to gather intelligence and plan the next action plan.

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