The Journey of the Demon Hunter

In the room behind him, the maid was cleaning up the dinner plates, and the hotel assistant led another group of guests who had booked the room up the stairs. Zelin temporarily closed his mouth, and suddenly, he found that he knew these guests. The leading male blood elf wears a noble and gorgeous crimson silk robe, with gold thread stitched on the collar and cuffs. The four women behind the blood elves were either wearing low-cut dresses or long backless dresses, talking and laughing along the way. Zelin watched this group of people pass by, and after a while, Jamily was not seen at the top of the stairs.

"I hope to have a stable supply. Well, I understand your worries, and I don’t expect you to cooperate with me unconditionally in a short time. However, I think at least for now, I can directly pass the location near Dalaran. Go to your...hometown. Then get a new batch of enchanted goods, while the Burning Legion has not officially launched the invasion operation, this is a good opportunity to do some small actions. I promise you, wait until the alliance When marching with the main force of the tribe to the Broken Beach, you will completely close the nodes near your hometown. In this way, I think your hometown will be completely isolated from the world."

"This is a deal, isn't it?" Zelin withdrew his attention from the line of mages, maybe Yamily was arranged to do other things.

"Shouldn't it be a mutually beneficial and win-win transaction? If I hadn't arrived in your hometown, you wouldn't even know about it, let alone a hidden danger in the void near your hometown. You can get benefits and send out threats at the same time. I can improve my personal status and also get some benefits. Believe me, this is a two-field deal."

"I hope your promise can be as reliable as the wealth you bring."

Zelin knew nothing about things outside the world. It can be said that it was only eight years ago that he realized that there are so many similar worlds besides the world he lives in, inhabited by countless ordinary and ordinary planets that are indeed alien to him. Although many races in his world appeared due to the intersection of the celestial spheres, and the elves arrived in a white boat, it was too long, and almost no one had had much contact with other worlds. In this regard, he does not have much initiative.

At this time, he realized that he used to think that he was protecting this world from the hostility of another world through the portal, but in fact he knew nothing about the things and the environment that existed in the void.

"Don't worry, my friend. I am the Astral Consortium, not the Avengers, and breach of contract is never within my consideration." The voice of the Ethereal Merchant became sincere, and Zelin believed that he could simulate it at any time if necessary. In a different tone, as long as the situation requires. "I want to go back to the shop to count the remaining enchanted equipment, calculate the time for the enchanters to make new equipment, and then I will make a list and deliver it to your mage wife through some courier method. Of course, I will do it myself. Courier, but I think if there is a personal letter, this will be much easier. Of course, I don’t mind if you return to your world with me, and then come back as soon as possible."

Zelin recalled how he felt when he passed the Void Spirit Node.

"Well, thank you for your kindness, but I think it's better for me to wait until the transaction is completed and go back for vacation. Do you need a personal letter? No problem, wait a while and I will send it over."

Sometimes, having too strong perception is a burden.

"I am waiting for your good news, my friend."

When Zelin left the inn, the sky was completely dark. The bright moon hangs high in the starry night sky, and the magic street lamp inlaid with crystals on the side of Dalaran emits light blue fluorescence, dyeing the street with the tranquility it should be at night. Zelin didn't choose to live in the hotel in Dalaran, the price was too expensive. So he chose to live in a temporary hotel in Karazhan below.

Suddenly, a familiar voice stopped him.

"Zelin, here!"

By the flower bed in front of the Krassus platform, Oregaard jumped up like a child eager to show off his new toy, and beckoned to Ze.

"Here, I am here!"

Chapter 2044: Lightcaster

"Olega?"

Zelin looked slightly surprised at the draenei who appeared in front of him. Her skin is still as pale as it was when she was injured, but both her words and actions indicate that she is no different from when she first met. Maybe it's more energetic.

"You have recovered?"

"Of course, bless the Holy Light, come here, you must see what the Holy Light bestows on me!" As he said, Oleg took Zelin's arm and pulled him into the porch at the entrance of the Krasus platform. Then she lifted up the woolen sweater on her upper body, revealing her pale but strong abdomen. The clothes blocked her head and made her voice muffled. "I never thought I could get such a gift." His head emerged from under the clothes. "Look at these, Holy Light. I can actually be admitted!"

Allegar took off her shirt, leaving only a light brown wrapped chest on her body. She put her hands on her head and raised her chest proudly, as if worried that Zelin could not see clearly, she turned around again, showing a strong but slightly slender waist.

"It's beautiful, but...I'm glad you have recovered."

Zelin was a little confused. "And there are no scars left on the body."

Is she happy about this?

"Your doctor must be superb. Is it the doctor your brother found for you?"

A trace of confusion flashed in Oleg's eyes, but then it was covered by joy. "Doctor? No, look at the blessings given to me by the Holy Light! Here and here!"

As she spoke, she stretched out her fingers and pointed to the patterns on the left and right sides of her abdomen. Traces consisting of a series of straight lines are imprinted on the waist and ribs of Oregaard, the upper end is covered by a breast cloth, and the lower end extends to the sides of the thighs and disappears in the short leather pants. There is also a pattern on the back of the neck, spreading from the back of the head to the center of the forehead like a headband. But against the pale skin, it is difficult to see the gold in the pattern.

"What is this?"

"This is the blessing of the Holy Light!" Aureka sneezed as the cold wind blew. She rubbed the tip of her nose and put her jacket on her head again. But the horns on the forehead pressed against the collar. "When I was rescued, they said I might be dying. I prayed to the Holy Light, hoping that the Holy Light would not let me return to her embrace when so many people were threatened by demons. I hope to be able to resist. More demons spread the glory of the holy light to more places. Later, the priests poured the power of the holy light into my body. It must be the holy light who heard my call. I recovered and received more powerful power. I can almost feel the holy light flowing in my body!...Um, help me, what's wrong with this dress?!"

"Trust me, you are not suitable for a sweater." Zelin stretched out his hand to help Oleja stick his head out of the sweater collar.

"Hehe." Oregaard smiled awkwardly. "Yeah, this was given to me by Hesally. Oh, yes, she wants me to say hello to you on her behalf."

"Is she here in Dalaran?"

"Not yet. Ah, I heard that the druids are summoning people. Maybe she will come to Dalaran in a few days. The druids will also participate in this decisive battle against the demons and go to the Broken Beach to support the front lines. Will you come, Zelin? Pray to the Holy Light, when you get such power, all evil demons will be wiped out in front of you!" Olegar looked a little excited. "You live in the Magic Hotel, right? Come on, I have brought a new classic. After you learn it, you can become like me."

There was only joy and expectation on Allegar's face. She might simply want to share what she thought was good with others.

"Uh, I don't live in the Magic Hotel. I found a room in Karazhan below. Besides, I still have something to do...Anyway, I congratulate you on being recognized by the Holy Light. "

"No, this is not a real admission." Oleja shook his head. "Only those truly powerful warriors of the Holy Light can be called and recognized. The Holy Light has recast their bodies, making their physique and strength far beyond ordinary people. What flows in their bodies is not blood, but pure power. Even if it is. Death and the Holy Light will not cause their bodies to be desecrated by evil, but will take their bodies away in a burst of strong light and make the surrounding evil enemies buried with them. These warriors are even qualified to follow the Holy Light in the power of demons. The most powerful world, facing the terrifying enemy that ordinary people can hardly fight against!"

The draenei's voice was full of admiration and longing, and Zelin couldn't help but think of Dandrine's fanatical female suitors.

"Do you want to be such a warrior?"

"Of course!" Oregaard answered naturally, and then lowered his voice again. "I don't know if I am qualified, but I will work hard for it. You can't imagine how many poor souls such a warrior has saved! You saved a lot of people in Nightlight, and I think you should also be qualified to hear The call of the Holy Light, so don’t give up this good opportunity. Although there are only draenei among the Lightforgers, don’t be discouraged. Maybe you can become a great human paladin. You live in Kara Like the small town? Then let's go quickly." With that, Oleg took Zelin's arm, almost dragging him to the teleportation point of the Krasus platform. "Before you go to bed, you must remember to pray to the holy light. This can help you purify your soul and calm your spirit. At the beginning, if you need a mentor, let me take it. I will teach you the prayers on the way. It's..."

Returned to Karazhan with Oregaard, but Zelin easily convinced her that what he needs most now is to close his eyes and rest instead of staying up late to pray to the Holy Light. Because in the case of sleepiness, he would inevitably think of sleeping first, just as she said in the holy light books mentioned earlier, if it were not for praying with one heart, then the holy light would definitely not respond. Olegar just thought about it for a moment, and agreed with Zelin's words. Finally, she told Zelin that she would knock on the door on time tomorrow morning, because being a warrior of the Holy Light must not be lazy and slack.

After closing the door, Zelin sighed heavily.

A drop of rain fell on his forehead. Zelin reached out and wiped it off, thinking of going to the counter tomorrow to tell the owner of the inn that their room on the third floor was leaking towards the second floor.

Suddenly, Ze Lin was taken aback.

This hotel does not have a third floor. When he entered the hotel, the stars shone in the night sky, and two crescent moons were high above the sky without a trace of dark clouds.

Zelin looked around, and the wind swept the gray gravel against his face, making him subconsciously raise his hand to block the oncoming wind. Soon, the wind and sand gradually covered his sight, and the hotel gradually disappeared in the dust. Zelin clenched the ebony blade tightly, and he took two steps back, but there was no door panel behind him.

The next moment, several shaking black figures appeared in the sand, and the wind brought a man's shout.

"Hurry up and set up camp and raise the tent. The wind is too strong. We have to find a place to shelter from the wind. Hurry up!"

Chapter 2045: Fragments of Time

Illusion!

Zelin stared at the surroundings warily. He believed that this was not true, and it was impossible for a teleportation spell that he hadn't even noticed to teleport him to another place on the Deadwind Path. He recognized this place, the bare rocks and the gray dust, and the cliffs on both sides that seemed to be closed in the next moment, crushing the traveler completely. On the Deadwind Trail, he crossed this gorge to reach Karazhan just a day ago.

Who suddenly teleported him from Karazhan to Deadwind Path? Who is it? What is the purpose?

Zelin held the ebony blade and pressed it to his waist, ready to draw the knife to face an attack from any direction. His eyes stared at the dense sand with vigilance, and the sky was overcast, blocking the stars and the bright moon.

Karazhan is full of wizards and their guards, and some people cast teleport spells among so many wizards. Is this person so powerful that he doesn't worry about annoying the wizard at all, or he has a way to cast spells unconsciously like a thief. Or, is this what the mage of Kirin Tor did?

"This is a good shelter. Get the carriage in quickly and stop here... Hey! Fix the canvas and don't let the wind blow the goods down! Inside, there is Kui who was transported from Lordaeron. El'Thalas ceramics! And the blanket, fixed it for me. If the thing is destroyed, you have to work for the guardian for your whole life to pay off the debt. Hey, pass me the water bag, the weather is terrible."

The vague figure stopped in the distance, and the wind brought intermittent commands and shouts.

Zelin narrowed his eyes slightly, and the wind in the valley blew from behind him. The illusion may contain unimaginable dangers, and any step may step into an unknown trap. Acting rashly is not a wise decision, and the illusion in front of him is more like attracting Zelin to pass. So he decided to stay where he was and observe the next move. If he doesn't act, then someone will move, whether it's a new illusion or a predator approaching from behind.

No.

Zelin carefully observed the surrounding environment.