The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"But her nose is bleeding." Oregaard walked to the entrance of the inn, poked her head and looked around. "Hisally, I have to treat her. After all, she is injured, isn't she?" She turned her head. "Wait a while, I will be back soon!"

After that, the draenei immediately walked out, and the muttering to himself faded away. "Holy light, where did she go..."

"Olega?" Xisali called her friend, but did not respond. She sighed. "It's the same again."

I am afraid that only serious people like Olejia will feel guilty for accidentally meeting someone.

Shaking her head, putting the extra thoughts behind her, Hesally walked to the counter.

"Boss, please prepare some rice for me, my pet is hungry."

Chapter 2062: Doomsday Guard Invasion

"You're looking for information about Les Schal?"

"Yes, sir. According to my investigation, Les Schal is related to the whereabouts of Apocalypse. He was once a member of the Council of Tirisfal, and his son is the legendary Black Knight."

Zelin stood on the edge of the Krasus platform and explained to Carly the results of his investigation over the past two days. This platform is said to commemorate a dead Kirin Tor council mage, Krasus died in the battle against the black dragon Deathwing who tried to destroy the world.

"I must say, warrior, the results of your investigation exceeded my expectations. The Council of Tirisfal, every member of the Council used to be the most prestigious wizard in Dalaran, but unfortunately, power can degenerate. The members of the council accused Aegwynn of being the degenerate. As a result, when the truly depraved guardian Medivh appeared, the council realized how powerless they were in front of the guardian's power." Carre smiled bitterly. "Send members of the council to attack the Guardian with a magic sword. I don't think they will leave relevant records in the record."

"I thought you had a way to get the relevant personnel's files."

"If Dalaran still stays in Hillsbrad Hills, I can definitely find the record in the top secret section." Carly shook his head. "Unfortunately, Dalaran suffered a catastrophe during the last demonic invasion. Undead natural disasters broke through the city, most of the residents were slaughtered, and the city was razed to the ground. The precious collection of books and records was burned to the ground. Today's Dala However, the later survivors were reorganized and the city was rebuilt, but many files were completely lost. However, I know one thing."

"Huh?"

"I once heard that a Stormwind wizard was buried in Karazhan’s tomb after his death. Generally speaking, not everyone can be buried in Karazhan’s tomb, although before the fall, the Guardian Maddie Wen is a friendly and hospitable host. Oh, you must know this, right? Medivh is the son of Aegwynn. I think there must be a reason why the Stormwind wizard was buried in Karazhan."

"Karazhan Crypt... I understand. Thank you for the news, sir."

"Nothing, everyone is doing their best for Azeroth." Carly said gently, and Zelin could hardly feel any arrogance or aggressiveness in him. "If the Black Knight is hiding near Karazhan, notify me as soon as you get a clue. The Kirin Tor will clear this threat. Hasn't Chromie appeared again in the past few days?"

"No."

Zelin shook his head. Chromie suddenly appeared and disappeared again. She declared that she would bring her friends back, but so far, Zelin had neither seen Chromie nor anyone who claimed to be Chromie's friend. It's as if the chance encounter in the illusion is just someone who remembers the house number by mistake and accidentally walks to someone else's home.

"Don't worry about her. If she wants to appear, she will definitely come forward. If she doesn't want to be discovered, I am afraid that few people in this world can find her." Carley chuckled slightly, disapproving of this. "You continue your investigation. If you meet her again, you can also tell me. I am old friends with her, and I also want to figure out why she is here...Wait, this is What?"

Carly paused, and his dark blue pupils looked down over the edge of the Krasus platform. The sight seems to be through the dark night sky to see the small town of Karazhan below.

If someone pays attention, he will find that there seem to be some strange faces on the streets of Karazhan. They came here for various reasons, to participate in the Dalaran exam, to sign up for the Hall of Warriors with the same profession, or to declare that they would go to more places and visit Dalaran before the demons destroy the world. The door to darkness. But compared with their reasons, these people are just wasting all their energy on the streets, pubs and restaurants, squandering coins they don't know where to get.

Burns is one of the few who will pay attention.

Although I don't know how many manpower an intelligence organization needs. Even if Burns was one of them, he knew nothing about it. An organization needs to constantly absorb fresh blood from the bottom, recruit people, and be arranged to perform various tasks in other places. If you are lucky, there may be some powerful and some prestigious warriors led, but this usually means greater danger.

Standing up, looking at the uncrowned sign depicted in the corner, Burns clapped his hands with satisfaction, holding a small piece of chalk in his large palm. This is the arm of a warrior holding a sword and an axe, as it should have been. Only now, he can only hold a scimitar and serve the uncrowned as a pirate. At least among the uncrowned, no one cares what you did in the past. Pirates, thieves, gamblers, when working for the uncrowned, everyone has only one identity. Maybe one day he will be able to hold the sword and battle axe again, and meet the ancestor's soul as a glorious warrior after death. But before that, he must be glorified as he is now.

Today, he painted uncrowned contact signs on some remote but not too concealed edge corners. Maybe An Bo will show up again and get in touch with him. If this is the case, then many things can be answered. The black knight, the apocalypse, the demon spy, the suspicion of MI7.

During their secret conversation, Zelin raised questions about MI7, which surprised Xisali from the alliance. The demon hunter did not understand why MI7 would expend so much manpower and resources to hunt down a target that did not look like a demon at all. Today they only know about Anbo by the description of the MI7 agent and the charges on the wanted order. Even if MI7 says that she is actually an acrobat of the Darkmoon Circus, no one else has any evidence to refute, except for Anbo himself. Stand up.

Compared with Hisalie, Burns, who was once a member of the tribe, understood Zelin's suspicion.

Demons are a group of dangerous, cunning and evil creatures. Except for power, no rules and wanted orders can restrict them. If someone in the tribe makes such a decision, any warrior is qualified to question the chief, and doubt whether his decision is correct.

After drawing the mark, he put the chalk in his pants pocket. Next he will notify the other uncrowned employees and entrust them to monitor the places where the symbols are depicted. Observe whether there are any women who look like An Bo appear.

Suddenly, a subtle smell of sulfur floated into the nose. Burns noticed that the broken wall in front of him was obscured by black shadows.

He turned around and first saw a pair of heavy, thick hooves, followed by black iron leggings carved with skulls. The dark brown thighs above the leggings were covered with tight muscles. A pair of black iron waistguards wrapped around the waist and abdomen, protecting the waist. A light cyan gemstone is inlaid in the center. His gaze continued to rise, and above his chest, on the ugly head with sharp horns and fangs, his green eyes were filled with anger, violence, and desire to kill. Behind, a pair of wings spread out, completely blocking the moonlight behind him, and shrouded Burns in the dark shadow.

He knew what demon it was. Orcs have seen this kind of demon skull in the Razor Hill Inn. The owner of the skull killed four brave orc warriors at the same time during his lifetime.

Doomsday guard!

Chapter 2063 For the Tribe

"This is your end!"

The Doomsday Guard, who was more than three meters tall, brandished a flaming scimitar in his hand, aimed at the position where Burns was, and slashed heavily. Burns rolled around in embarrassment, the broken wall collapsed under the heavy blow of the devil, and dust was flying everywhere. Burns felt a scorching pain, and the sudden burst of flames from the scimitar made him almost think he was standing next to the lava in Blackrock Mountain. He escaped the blow, and the demon swept his knife backhand. He fell forward and fell to the ground. The flames swept across his back, and the low wall was completely turned into rubble.

Burns grabbed the musket at his waist and squeezed the trigger continuously at the demon. The sound of the explosion echoed in the diffuse dust. The bullet hit the demon's armor and sparks kept coming out. The Doom Guard raised his left arm and approached Burns step by step. When the distance was only three meters, the right hand holding the weapon held high again. The orc opened his eyes wide, his muscles tensed, his right hand intact pushed hard against the ground, and he rolled back. The blade slammed into the place where he was lying just now, leaving deep marks on the soil. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Burns drew the pirate scimitar behind him, and exhausted all his strength to slash at the exposed arm of the doomsday guard.

The pirate's scimitar slashed the skin of the doomsday guard, but that was all. The body of the Doomsday Guard is strong and burly, but this body is definitely not a display. The Doomsday Guard swings his sword and slashes. Burns snorted. The arm of the middle sword did not bleed, and the wound was scorched and solidified the moment it appeared. He parried in time to save himself from the end of the separation of the corpse, but he really couldn't tell whether it was the pain of the wound, and the feeling that his whole body was about to be shattered made him dizzy.

He staggered back two steps, and the Doomsday Guard's attack was monotonous and deadly. Hearing the wind whistling in his ears, he raised his weapon again, the scimitar groaned overwhelmedly, and three gaps appeared on the blade, as if it would break under a heavy blow in the next moment. Burns stubbornly faced the demon. He didn't know why the Doomsday Guard appeared in Karazhan, and he didn't even know why the Kirin Tor was indifferent to it. But a doomsday guard can kill hundreds of civilians and soldiers before being defeated and exiled. Although this is Karazhan, Burns will never let it rush into the town. He must drag it to the Kirin Tor guard to arrive. .

Raising the musket, Burns blasted the bullets inside. A bullet hit the forehead of the doomsday guard, and the demon paused. It shook its forehead and continued to move forward. Burns threw down his musket, drew another great sword, and tried his best to resist the demon's attack.

"My ancestors! Lok\'tarogar!"

The pain did not consume the orc's will, and the blood in his body seemed to boil. A stronger force poured out from his body, anger and blood stimulated his body. Every orc is a natural warrior, even a farmer can hold an axe to fight the enemy. The big sword slashed the guard's ankle, and the demon's ugly head seemed to frown. Burns threw the scimitar, and the weapon full of gaps turned twice in the air. The Doomsday Guard slammed his hand. The weapon hit the wristband, was shot out, and fell into the rocky ruins. But Burns seized this opportunity. He took a step forward, placed his weight on his right leg, grabbed the hilt with both hands, and rotated in place with himself as the center.

Two sword marks appeared on the devil's abdomen immediately, and thick blood gushed out.

With the help of rotational inertia, Burns violently swung the sword upward, and a slash was slashed towards the devil's neck.

In the next moment, a sharp pain immediately covered every inch of the body's skin. It was as if some kind of extremely corrosive liquid was sticking to his body, eating away at his muscles and hitting his bone marrow directly, causing the orc to lose his balance. He tried hard to grasp the weapon, but the pain made it difficult for his twitching fingers to hold the hilt. Tears filled his eyes and blurred his vision. He tried to stare at the fast-moving scene in front of him. At the last moment, the big sword in his hand was thrown away, and the devil let out a painful grunt. Then, a shock hit him, Burns felt his feet leave the ground, and a few seconds later, his back came into close contact with the ground covered with gravel and gravel.

"That's it!" A crappy lingua franca came to my ears, and the long horn on the left side of the demon's forehead was broken by an epee, leaving a jagged scar. It walked towards the orcs step by step. "Your soul will be my food!"

Burns knew that the devil's favorite thing was fear. This is probably the only meaning they understand the lingua franca. He gritted his teeth and tried to prop up his body, but no matter how he struggled, he couldn't gather any strength, as if the muscles in his body had melted. The guards of the doomsday have shadow magic, and many powerful warriors have fallen under their spells.

In the end, Burns could only lean against a broken wall, watching the approaching demon, he sipped, with blood in his saliva.

"You will be wiped out soon, demon." Burns gasped. "For the tribe!"

"Remember to do some disguise." Suddenly, another slender figure walked out from behind the demon. Burns narrowed his eyes slightly, he couldn't see the other side. I only saw a lavender robe, the broad hood of the future man's cheeks hidden in the shadow, only the curve of the body and the sharp voice indicated that this was a woman. "Don't let them see that it was killed by the devil, no, let them suspect that this was done by Amber Gilney."

"You are asking too much." The demon gasped hard, as if flames were gushing out of his nostrils. "I'm going to kill it. Its soul and pain belong to me, this is a deal!"

"You will get more souls soon." The Demon Summoner stood behind the doomsday guard, his tone calm and steady. "You have to leave first. I have a set of clothes that Amber Gilney once wore. You pick up this dress and walk around the bushes nearby, leaving scratches on the thorns, and then make a handful of military affairs. Throw the pistols used in seven places nearby. Kill it first, but don't take his soul away. When I call you next time, I will bring you more delicious soul fragments... "

Boom!

The spark bursting on the armor behind the demon made the summoner bend down subconsciously, and a bullet from the dark hit the demon. From the height, the shot should have been aimed at her head.

"There is an ambush!" she screamed. "Kill the ambushers, don't stay alive!"

The doomsday guard turned around. In the distance, Amber Gilney squatted halfway on the dirt slope, her teeth biting her lower lip angrily, and throwing away the low-precision musket in her hand. The devil opened her legs and strode towards the agent. An Bo drew out two short swords. She glanced at the machete in the hands of the devil, which was close to two meters. After looking at her weapon, she sighed heavily and turned her head. Run.

Behind him, the demon strode after him, and the ground rumbling with the footsteps of thick hoofs.

She eavesdropped on some people's conversations at the hotel. She was very fortunate that there were people here who doubted MI7’s decision. She might be able to prove her innocence through contact with these people, and then figure out who Shaw in MI7 was! So she followed an orc walking outside the town, and she noticed that this orc was one of the two people who appeared when she left a mark of contact with the uncrowned. One is Zelin and the other is Burns.

Maybe the uncrowned one can be contacted through this orc.