The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Standing in the center of the magic circle, the demon hunter couldn't help but think of the illusion when Aegwynn was fighting against Rice.

Can anyone see him? And what happened to Chromie when the phantom appeared for the first time? Carre obviously knew Chromie, but he didn't know why Chromie appeared here.

Along with Zelin's contemplation, the magic circle emits a dazzling purple light, and the light rises along the edge of the magic circle, gradually forming a lavender wall. The wall rises, and gathers above the demon hunter's head, and finally meets together, enclosing Zelin. The familiar vertigo rushed into his mind. The demon hunter closed his eyes and relaxed his body as much as possible, but his sensitive senses were telling him that he was thrown up into the sky, the earth lost its attraction, and then he was dragged into the mud by some force. In. The airtight soil squeezed from all directions.

Zelin closed his eyes tightly, telling himself that all this was just an illusion in his heart. Counting the time silently, after about thirty seconds, the surrounding purple light rippled like a water surface, and it didn't take long for the purple to fade, revealing light brown masonry.

Zelin opened his eyes.

The torch fixed on the wall cast the shadow of the demon hunter on the ground covered with neat blue-gray stone bricks.

The surroundings are silent. Zelin found himself standing in a wide tunnel. The height of the tunnel was about three meters. There were only two torches burning on the left and right sides to illuminate where the demon hunter was standing. The straight corridors in front of him and behind disappeared in the distance. In the shadows.

Standing in place, Zelin carefully looked at the surrounding environment. The tunnel gave him a certain sense of familiarity, as if he was not here for the first time.

After a few seconds, he realized where he was.

Karazhan's catacombs!

But why did he come to this place?

Zelin couldn't help wondering whether something went wrong in the magic ritual, so that the illusion took him to the Karazhan tomb that had just left. Perhaps it was because he had just fought in the tomb and had not yet figured out the terrain and enemies in the tomb, and the Psyche rune pointed at the dead, which caused the illusion to deviate.

Suddenly, a burst of hollow footsteps caught Ze Lin's attention.

Turning around slowly, Ze Lin looked in the direction from the footsteps. In the shadow at the other end of the tunnel, a figure in a light brown robe was gradually outlined.

This is a mage, who looks like the most common spellcaster in Azeroth. The casters Zelin had seen seemed to care about their clothes and costumes, and the robes of the mage in front of them belonged to the most common type and would only be placed on the special sales counter of the robes store. The light brown burlap is decorated with some simple patterns. Maybe there is no pattern at all. It is just oil stains, reflecting the reflection of torches. Under the cloak, the dark black trouser legs are all plunged into the exaggerated boots. There is a light brown hood on the back of the cloak. The shadow of the hood blocks the sight of the demon hunter. He can only see the slightly old chin. .

The mage is holding a simple and unpretentious long staff, which seems to be made of a piece of oak, but there is a group of condensed lines on the top.

Zelin stood in place, and the wizard walked straight past the demon hunter. After another five steps forward, he suddenly stopped and rolled his head slightly.

"You are here again, right?"

Zelin couldn't help but breathe.

He turned his head and stared at the mage in front of him. The latter's eyes hidden under the hood were looming, reflecting a shrewd shimmer in the light of the fire.

"Yes, sir, I'm here again." A flattering voice appeared in the direction where the mage came: "I brought the treasure for you. The thing you are looking for is really rare. I even went to one of them. Lordaeron just got it. Because I have an old friend in Lordaeron who has contact with some elves in Quel'Thalas. Although they use magic to seal the border, some of them obviously want to rely on some Gadgets make money. I thought that elves don’t like gold, they can live by air and magic alone. Everyone can live like a noble, a higher creature... You see what I’m talking about, treasures are all On the carriage outside"

This is the businessman Eredin, and Zelin quickly recalled the story of the past. He is the son of Les Shaar, who used to hunt down Guardian Aegwynn with the magic sword apocalypse. Now, he is looking for treasures for the mage in front of him, so the identity of the mage in front of him is ready to be revealed.

The last guardian-Medivh!

His fall caused an army of orcs from another planet, Draenor, to invade Azeroth and destroy several kingdoms.

Medivh took off his hood. He was a middle-aged man with long hair tied into a ponytail and dragged behind him. When he was young, his hair may have been jet black, but now his temples have long been stained with gray.

"I have to admit, you are becoming more and more confident, Eredin." Medivh's mouth curled up with an inexplicable smile: "The first time you sold the fake to me, when you walked out of Karazhan. I almost tripped over a rock, and vowed in my heart that it was enough to earn this one time. As a result, you later came to prevaricate me with fakes that were only worth throwing into the fireplace as wood to burn. I should praise you for your courage, or Too stupid?"

Eredin's face suddenly paled.

"Big, sir, those goods..."

"I need you to find a real treasure for me." Medivh said as he walked deep into the tunnel. Eredin quickly followed, took out the handkerchief with his right hand, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Everyone makes mistakes, but I will give those who made mistakes a chance to reform. I have had several apprentices, but unfortunately they don’t understand this truth and they always sneak away. Dalaran also said that he would send me a new one. The apprentice comes...You must find a real treasure for me, and only you can find this treasure."

"My lord, I, I don't understand."

"That sword is your inheritance. Its former owner was your father, but it was later hidden. Your father's blood was stained on it, and there was a magic that hid it. The caster is very shrewd, I must With the help of some external force, we can figure out its whereabouts. Coincidentally, you are the only clue."

The apocalypse was hidden by a magical force. Zelin thought of Aegwynn who stayed behind to deal with the magic sword after defeating Les. It seemed that after being unable to destroy the magic sword, she chose to hide the apocalypse with magic to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands again.

"My inheritance? My lord, my father is just a retired gentleman. My only inheritance is a wooden house left by his father in Stormwind." Eredin said cautiously, turning his eyes around, Zelin looked at It is not fear, but greed. "Maybe what you said was buried under that house? Oh, that house really brings me a lot of memories, childhood memories, I still remember when I lived there when I was a child, it was the best part of Stormwind. The surrounding houses can be sold for hundreds of gold coins. If you are willing, I am willing to sell it to you at a very low price."

Medivh didn't look back, he went straight to the depths of the tunnel.

"Not there."

"But my lord, I'm just a businessman, how can I crack a powerful spell?" The businessman smiled again. "This is simply impossible."

"No, you can do it." Medivh's tone was soft but beyond doubt. "You just need a little help. Come here, you will be my best treasure hunter-to pay the debt you owe."

Eredin followed Medivh into the shadow at the other end of the tunnel. Zelin glanced at the direction they were coming from, then looked at the shadow that engulfed the two figures, took a deep breath, and followed.

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Chapter 2092: Crisis is Coming

A long section of the tunnel was submerged in the shadows.

But this is nothing to Zelin. Not long ago, he had just walked through this tunnel and came out in a siege by a group of undead. Compared with the previous tunnels, the tunnels here are hardly different, except that they have become more tidy under the condition of maintenance. Zelin silently counted the forks he had passed. Before the twelfth fork, he opened his eyes wide and looked at the wall in front of him.

There is an entrance on the wall, which is very narrow and can only be passed by a single person. Obviously, the later demon minions should have blocked the door with bricks to prevent the secret stronghold from being exposed.

Eredin followed Medivh and squeezed into the narrow stone gate.

Zelin walked at the back, carefully observing the environment of this long and narrow cave. Next Kirin Tor attack, they will use the environmental report inside.

This tunnel is very narrow. After passing through the gate, walking forward about 20 meters away, the line of sight is suddenly clear, and the artificial tunnel becomes a natural underground cave. Zelin raised his head and looked at the stalactites above. From time to time, there were faint drops of water coming from the densely-shaded cave. Water droplets fell into the pool next to the cave, making waves.

The natural cave is not narrow, in fact, it is very wide and deep. Zelin roughly estimated that this area could allow dozens of people to live in it without being discovered. Maybe there are more demon minions hidden in it than everyone expected.

The cave first stretched forward, crossing the bluestone road soaked in stagnant water on both sides, and then turned to the right. Behind the corner is another wide stone hall. Zelin silently recorded this position in his heart. This narrow corner and two wide stone halls formed a special gourd shape. If the demon minions do something here, it will pose a great threat to the Kirin Tor guard.

"It's not that you can't find the apocalypse." Medivh walked into the deep stone hall with his wand. "Your father is the last master of Demon Sword. You can do things that some people can't."

"My father is just a retired businessman, my lord." Eredin looked around the cave, realizing that he was behind, and quickly quickened his pace. "Businessmen, the most favorite thing to do is to distribute the money to the poor, leaving only a house and a small part of the inheritance. Later, after his death, I did not know where his mother buried him, and even I did not know mine. Where did the mother go."

"No, no, no, your father was a mage. He used to work for a powerful hidden organization. Apocalypse was his weapon. Until he failed in a mission, he lost his weapon and gave up his identity. He went to Stormwind City to live in seclusion. ." Medivh shook his head gently, and walked to the center of the stone hall. "That weapon is your legacy. Now, I need you to retrieve it and give it to me."

"If this is indeed possible... uh, how can I do it?"

Noting the look in Medivh's eyes, Eredin swallowed the bargaining rhetoric back into his stomach.

"It's very simple." Medivh raised his hand, and under the cuffs decorated with black feathers was a pale, wrinkled back of his hand. "Go over and I will give you strength."

Eredin hesitated, but finally walked up. This can't help him to choose. In the center of the stone hall, a neatly folded gray cloak, dark knight armor and a broad-bladed sword are placed.

When Eredin stood in the center of the stone hall, a blood-red light burst out suddenly, enveloping him.

"Big, sir?! What is this?" The businessman looked at the vision around him in horror.

Medivh didn’t answer. He chanted a sharp spell. The wide cave seemed to become depressed and gloomy with his voice, as if the surrounding walls were constantly squeezing over, trying to crush the flesh and blood creatures in the cave. Rock. Seeing that the situation is not good, Eredin wants to run away. He took two steps forward, and when he took the third step, he shook his steps, like a drunk drunkard. In the fourth step, his body began to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a pale white smoke floated from his skin into the gray cloak placed next to it.

The next moment, the cloak gradually expanded like an inflated balloon. Eredin's thin legs could no longer support his body, he fell forward and fell to the ground, his arms, chest and shoulders also dried up as the white mist evaporated. Without muscle support, his round cheeks were instantly wrinkled. He opened his mouth subconsciously, and the teeth in his mouth fell off one by one. Behind him, the gray cloak was filled with white mist and stood up like a human being. The black knight's armor, like iron filings attracted by a magnet, flew towards the cloak, making the clink of iron pieces from time to time.