The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The lobby on the first floor of the hotel was in a mess. The tables and chairs were shaken by the explosion. The wine bottles and silver cups on the counter were scattered all over the floor. The broken wine bottles spilled out. The chandelier on the top smashed on the ground and fell among the ruins of the tables and chairs. The guard of the Kirin Tor rummaged among the ruins, searching for traces. Zelin could only helplessly exhale about their actions. All these soldiers can do is destroy the scene. These war wizards might as well hire a professional detective to do these things on their behalf.

"What the **** is going on?" Ruina warily stepped on the lamppost that fell on the ground. "Is this the innkeeper? His demon's spy?"

"The answer is obvious, ma'am." Zelin struggled to carry a box and crossed the obstacle in front of him. The counter fell to the ground, blocking the way. The demon hunter put the suitcase on it and exhaled. "Maybe there is a chance. You should investigate where an innkeeper got so many explosives. This almost blew the inn into the sky."

"....... It must be those **** in the sewer!" Rina gritted her teeth. Her gaze crossed Zelin's shoulder and looked at Oleja and Xisari behind her. "I will investigate them. Are there any casualties in the hotel?"

"The only casualties are the assassins. Their bodies are on the second floor. You can check to see if you can find any clues."

Olegar behind Zelin closed her eyes and prayed to the Holy Light in her heart. Before leaving, Zelin searched every assassin, trying to find clues on their bodies. On the assassin who sneaked around behind, he found a badge branded with a gray cloak. This should be their leader, Zelin put away the badge, but did not take away anything except the badge, so as not to be discovered by others that someone had searched the body.

The demon hunter did not tell the battle mage who was investigating the corpse that he had searched. Although this was not a lie, it was still an uncomfortable behavior for Oregaard to deliberately conceal it. Not to mention, she also participated in this incident and promised Zelin that in order to ensure Anbo's safety and fight against the demons, she would not disclose this incident.

"Holy light, bless our hearts from being corroded by demons. I wholeheartedly dedicate my soul to you..."

The battle mage didn't care about the Paladin's prayer.

"Is this the devil's minions? These are **** bastards, I hope they can't die!" The battle mage's angry gaze swept across the messy inn around him. "While we are here to defend Azeroth with all our strength, they have to take refuge in the devil, just for ambition and strength, as well as **** cowards! The Kirin Tor guard will take over this place, you and I will go to Dalaran Make a record and I want to figure out all this. You and your friends, tell me everything before the explosion!"

"Elune bless you, madam, we have just gone through a battle." Xisari said softly. "We need to rest, we need to heal, and we are not the demon minion, we are fighting her like you. I understand your anger towards the demon minion, but please allow us to reach a new foothold first, and then we will introduce you What happened at that time."

Reina didn't say much, she pursed her mouth, turned around, and walked out of the hotel.

Zelin sighed helplessly, he lifted the suitcase again and walked to the hotel gate. The guards glanced at the things he was carrying, mostly parcel bags recovered from the explosion, and then turned their attention to the search work at hand.

Just walking out of the hotel, the white-haired battle mage who had frozen the spy came over.

"I saw you outside just now," the wizard said, and he smiled, the wrinkles on his face squeezed together. "Have you fought with the demon minions? May you and your friends be safe."

"Thank you for your kindness." Zelin nodded. "These demon minions are difficult to entangle, and they are very cunning. I don't think anyone could have imagined that they could launch two consecutive attacks in Karazhan."

"They will fight Azeroth's faith and determination to fight against demons at all costs, and pave the way for their evil masters." The battle mage extended his hand to Zelin. "My name is Angus Owen. I am in charge of Kirin Tor’s guard command in Karazhan. Last time I commanded against the Doomsday Guardian invasion and its summoners. I have heard of you. You are the blood elf who was arrested last time. Millie’s friend is also a detective hired by Lord Carre? The last demon attack was related to your friend, and this time they attacked you again. I think there must be something on you that can make these betrayers care so much."

"Maybe it's this hotel." Zelin shrugged. "The owner of the inn is likely to have launched this attack. But I doubt very much whether an innkeeper can become the leader of the demon minions in an area."

"Excuse me, I didn't doubt your meaning. What I want to say is, if there is something in your body that makes the devil covet, or the secret that the devil's minions care about. What I want to tell you is that you can believe it. The power of the Kirin Tor. The Kirin Tor can provide help and protection for you and your friends. Even if the demon minions want to use attacks to weaken people’s confidence in Dalaran, you don’t need to doubt it, Dalaran has it. Power against the Burning Legion."

Oleja swallowed, she took a deep breath and began to pray to the Holy Light again.

"This matter should be considered after I take a transcript for Mrs. Rina. But believe me, if I have such an important secret, I will stay in Stormwind while working for Prince Anduin in Stormwind. The fortress is now." Zelin gave a wry smile. "Otherwise, I would rather use this secret to exchange some money. You should know that I worked with an Ethereal in Dalaran to invest in a shop, which is simply enchanting, the shop of the Great Master of Starsong."

"I know Master Xingsong." Angus nodded, and wiped the trimmed goatee at the corner of his mouth with his fingers. "Please don't worry about Sharona's attitude. More than ten years ago, her husband, a Lordaeron soldier, went to Kalimdor with Ms. Proudmoore, but died on Mount Hyjal. During the war. She has always hated demons and their minions."

"I understand, sir." Zelin said. "Excuse me, I want to go to the Magic Hotel in Dalaran to book a room as soon as possible. But if there is a place for me in the fight against the devil's minions, you can come to me at any time. I will definitely not refuse."

Chapter 2077: New Guest of Magic Hotel

The price of Dalaran Magic Hotel made Zelin sigh heavily.

Especially when there are three people, he will book three rooms in such a luxurious and expensive hotel. Watching the hotel owner count the gold coins on the counter and put them into her pockets, Zelin silently figured out how much money is still missing from buying a domesticated griffin. So he found unfortunately that after arriving in Dalaran and getting a share, he was getting farther and farther away from collecting enough money to buy Griffins, and there was a trend of gradual expansion, let alone saving more money. To cover the cost of building a new castle.

Oleja didn't have much money with him. In fact, the pocket money his brother gave her was exhausted shortly after arriving in Karazhan. After all, in the original plan, Oleja came to Karazhan just to visit friends and tell him that he was safe. As for Hisalie, the druid of the Dawn Forest sent her to Dalaran and gave her a bag of coins. As a result, the bag exploded in the hotel without knowing where it was blown up. Now she can only hope that the purse is intact and can be found by the guards of the Kirin Tor at the search site, or the druids will determine how to negotiate with the mages of Dalaran as soon as possible, and then send the first payment Wages.

The room is not big, only 20 square meters, but it is luxurious and exquisite. The ground is covered with a deep red blanket, and the outline of violet petals is embroidered with gold thread on the blanket. There is a soft double bed in the middle of the room, and lavender curtains hang from the pillars at the four corners of the bed. On the left side of the bed is a wooden cabinet with three drawers, and on the right is a copper hoop box. On the wall above the box is an oil painting, depicting the beauty of Jingsong Forest.

"No stalker?"

Hesally, who was sitting by the bed, turned her head, her right hand was wrapped in a circle of gauze, and the sleeve of her right arm was rolled up to the elbow. There was also a scratch on her forearm. This was the injury she suffered during the explosion. On the other side, Oregaard with gauze wrapped on her forehead looked curiously at the Crystal Song Forest in the oil painting. For the draenei who have almost never left Azurei Island, such a beautiful crystal forest is very attractive.

They didn't stay in their rooms, after all, they weren't really traveling in Dalaran.

Zelin held the box with both hands and slowly put the box on the ground. He refused the kindness of the waiter to help transport the luggage, and lifted it up by himself, avoiding the stairs along the way.

"Obviously it looks very light..."

Zelin sighed, turned and walked back to the room door. After poking his head out to make sure there were no other people nearby, he returned to the room, closed the door, and bent down to unlock the iron buckle on the suitcase.

An Bo, shrunken inside, appeared in front of the Demon Hunter. In order to avoid the lack of air, he used a dagger to cut two gaps in the hard leather of the suitcase, but even so, drips of sweat still appeared on the agent's forehead.

"Don't worry." Zelin watched Xisally pick up An Bo, lay it flat on the bed, and began to take out the handkerchief to wipe the sweat from the agent's forehead. "I have been investigating nearby, and the recent incidents have almost ran away all the travelers in Dalaran. If the adventurers who work for Dalaran want to monitor for purpose, then I have no choice but to pray that there is nothing in this house. You can see the inside from the outside, and the inside looks like a special window on the wall."

"I heard that some wizards can use magic to see where they want to know, and summon illusions in a crystal ball or a basin of water. Back then, General Shandris Feathermoon sent sentries and adventurers to rescue the upper elves in the Doomhammer Later, they often do some strange magic tricks on the Darkshore." Xisali took a deep breath and rolled her eyes. "Bless Elune, I would actually feel dangerous in Dalaran. This should be the safest place like Moonglade. I think I should ask a priest to come over. Miss Anbo has been in a coma for two days, and she is now in a coma. Some fever, I suspect she was hit by the evil magic of the devil in the previous battle."

"Do you have anyone to recommend?"

Xisally closed her eyes and shook her head. "Unless she is sent to the dawn forest, we have a moon well in the dawn forest. The water from the moon well can dispel evil magic and restore her body."

"Or entrust your colleague to send a bottle of well water?" Ze Lin suggested. "It is much easier to send letters and water from the well than to send someone away. The demon minions know Anbo's whereabouts, and if we take her out of Dalaran's range, they will try their best to lie in the deadwind path. But as long as For a proper reason, maybe it’s not so doubtful that a druid needs a bottle of moonwell water?"

"But if the demon minions know that I'm with you to protect Miss Anbo, who can send the letter without arousing suspicion?" Xisali frowned. "I don't want to put the messenger in danger. This is likely to kill the messenger."

"The messenger........ I know that someone was not there when the explosion occurred, and that person's friend should be able to deliver the message quietly." Zelin stretched out a finger. On the other side, Olegar seemed to have thought of something, and she patted her hands.

"Oh! I got it, it's...well!"

Before Oregaard could say anything, Zelin and Hisalie covered her mouth at the same time. The druid reached out his finger, put it in front of the thin lavender lips, and made a quiet gesture.

"Shhh-not everything needs to be said, Oleja."

The draenei nodded slightly.

Zelin and Xisali let go, and Oleja sighed.

"Are you going to contact him now?" Hisalie asked. "Do you know where he is?"

"In..." Oregaard just wanted to say something, and then bit her tongue again. "...Where I told Zelin, before he left, he said that if there is anything, go there to find him."

"Yes. You stay here. Maybe Karazhan is dangerous now, but Dalaran is relatively safe. At least they can't directly attack here, otherwise I believe the wizards of Kirin Tor will go crazy, and then they will Pick out all the suspects before you go crazy." Ze Lin bent down and closed the suitcase again. "I want to go back to Karazhan again, and also to the Kirin Tor Council later. They'd better release the mages I hired as soon as possible. I believe I will find their hiding place soon. But you guys. Be careful, the devil’s minions are no longer satisfied with hiding in the ground to carry out their conspiracy."

Xisali nodded, Olega clenched a fist with her right hand and smashed it on her left hand.

"Don't worry, if they dare to stretch out their heads, I will use the Holy Light to teach them fiercely! Let these **** fallen ones know..."

咚咚咚——

Suddenly, the door of the room was knocked.

"Who?" Zelin turned his head and looked at the door. Oleg ran to the corner of the room to get the warhammer, Xisali quickly reached out and grabbed her by the tail.

"Uh... Hisalie?" Olega's face became stiff. "What are you doing?"

"Wait, don't be so nervous." The night elf shook his head. "I hear human voices."

"Guest, an enchanter invites you to his shop." The voice of the inn maid came from outside. "He said he has your letter."

"My letter? Oh, I get it." Zelin guessed that it was Tuweisi who came back. The efficiency of the Ethereal Merchant was higher than he expected. Flesh creatures need to rest, sleep, and restore physical strength, but Ethereal has no problems in this aspect at all. Not many creatures can be like virtual spirits, not working all the time. "I'll go over."

"Your letter?" Hisalie showed a curious look. "Does anyone write to you?"