The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Should she stay here and wait? This made Anbo very disturbed. All the actions she participated in in the past had plans to speak of, whether it was a plan made by the leaders of MI7 or a battle plan made by herself. But she hated the feeling of having to stay in place and wait for orders. Usually soldiers would do this and then be sent on a path-finding mission. Soldiers are consumables in war, and so are agents. She has always understood this, and even if such an order falls on her, she will execute it, just like going to Broken Beach this time. Originally, it should be she and several other agents who stayed behind to cover Shaw's retreat. But the dreadlord who attacked them obviously had a deep understanding of the alliance, and the moment it appeared, it attacked Shaw directly, so that Anbo could not react at all.

But Zelin never admitted that he was loyal to the league.

Not all humans are loyal to the Alliance, just as not all werewolves serve the Alliance. The werewolves of the Bloodfang clan of the Silverpine Forest surrendered to Darius Crowley, the lord of Gilneas. According to the information Anbo learned in MI7, she believes that if Lord Darius thinks it is necessary to leave the alliance one day, the Bloodfang Werewolf will definitely leave without hesitation. Fortunately, it was after the Second World War, when King Jean decided to build the Greymane Wall to close himself, Lord Darius was a faction in Gilneas that was inclined to the old alliance. This also led to him being arrested by the king, and he was not released until the werewolf disaster broke out.

She was very grateful for Zelin's actions, but this did not allow her to put her loyalty to the alliance second.

Suddenly, Anbo realized that he was licking the cheese remaining on his fingers, and there was only a little breadcrumbs left on the food on the plate in front of him. She lowered her head, her flat abdomen remained unchanged, and the food seemed to be thrown into the maelstrom of the endless sea, without even a trace of spray being turned up.

"If you are too hungry, eating too much food at once will kill yourself."

Suddenly, Hisalie's voice appeared in her ears, Anbo turned her head abruptly, and the night elf walked in from the door carrying a new dinner plate. "I thought you might be hungry, but I didn't expect you to be so hungry. Elune is here, are you okay? You've been in a coma for a long time, and I almost thought you were going to die."

"I'm fine."

"I have never seen a person who can eat a lunch for two in one sitting is in good health." Xisali sat at the round table, leaning forward and looking at An Bo with concern. "If you have any needs, you can tell me that I live in the next room, or you can find Oleg, the draenei paladin. Don’t look at her looking a little stupid, admit death and scorn her, but No one is more willing to help others than her."

"Thank you." An Bo nodded slightly. She looked at Hesally in front of her. The druid was wearing a dark black nightgown, but the loose clothes could not cover Hesally's beautiful figure. The dressing gown was **** with a belt around her waist, and when she sat down, she just exposed her strong and beautiful thighs. "Are you on vacation?"

Hisalie cocked her lips. "For the time being. But it won't be anymore. You'd better wait six hours before eating new food, otherwise your stomach won't be able to stand it."

"Are you his lover?" An Bo asked suddenly.

Xisally licked the corner of her mouth, wondering why the agent would suddenly ask about it.

"It is for the time being, but it won't be anymore soon." So the Druid said again the answer that made Anbo confused. "You don't need to use me to investigate Zelin's identity. I may not know more than you. But I can assure you that he saved thousands of residents in Yese Town and protected them in Karazhan. A Sin'dorei who was framed and found the devil’s minions. Maybe he looks a bit... if there is no scar on his chin, it would be better. Oh, yes, that spot on his left cheek The burn was left during the battle with the Black Knight. You can believe him, he is a good man and an enemy of the Burning Legion."

"I have never heard of his reputation in the past." Anbo said dryly. "He has no reputation."

"I have never heard of it. Fame does not mean everything. This time the Burning Legion invasion has caused many retired adventurers to take up arms again. I heard that the warrior who got the sword of the wind prince in Blackrock Mountain is gathering followers. Against the devil. Maybe Zelin was one of the warriors who smashed into Blackrock Mountain and Ahn'Qiraj, what do you think?"

The warriors of the year either retired or died in the battle with the Lich King, and there were very few people who were still fighting. Anbo recalled the adventurer she met in the Westfall. Who knows where the adventurer has gone now and whether he is still alive.

After talking briefly, seeing that Anbo didn't want to reveal too much information, Xisali stood up and left the room, leaving Anbo to rest in the room alone.

Sitting in front of the wooden chair, An Bo tried to take his attention away from the dinner plate in front of him. After checking her body and confirming her state, she came to a conclusion that she is indeed not suitable to continue acting alone now. There must be no accidents in this action. She took the risk by herself before because she couldn't find someone to trust. If an organization that has worked for many years is suddenly infiltrated, how many people can be trusted?

Suddenly, An Bo's attention was attracted by the shop opposite the balcony.

To be precise, it was a blue striped banner on the shop, with two clowns shaking hands painted on the banner, giving the impression of a Darkmoon Circus advertisement. But as an agent of MI7, I am afraid that no one in the hotel can understand the meaning of this flag better than An Bo.

This is the liaison mark of MI7, but many people only regard it as the propaganda of the mysterious and ubiquitous Darkmoon Circus. There are members of MI7 in Dalaran who want to get in touch with colleagues. Generally speaking, this is only used when they are isolated and unclear about the identity of the local MI7 agents.

Obviously, someone knew that he was in the hotel and wanted to get in touch with him.

Take the initiative to get in touch and expose your identity instead of attacking and assassinating?

Looking at the striped flag drooping on the flower pot on the opposite side of the road, Amber thought for a few seconds, then she walked to the balcony and stretched out her hand to close the curtain to block her vision. Then he walked quickly to the door of the room and opened the door.

"Ms. Hisalie, I have something to talk to you."

Chapter 2130 The Uncrowned Base

Perhaps only the orcs, trolls and tauren would choose to stay in Karazhan, drinking and talking about the attack on the secret base of the demon minions some time ago, and sharing how many enemies they killed and what excellent magic equipment they harvested.

"When I save enough money, I must buy a motorcycle made by a goblin engineer. Did you know? I once saw a special product launched by a goblin in Orgrimmar. Warlord’s wheel of death. Oh, I bet, Even if my ancestors saw such a mount full of tension, they would spend half of the time that accompanied the wolf to maintain the motorcycle..."

Sitting on the steps of Bonsandi, Burns raised his hands and gestured with the outline of the motorcycle. "The front beam of the motorcycle is made of two Northrend mammoth ivory, with a half-person-sized iron wheel in between. The direction stick is inserted into the devil's skull. I don't know if I have a chance to kill one by myself this time. Great devil, use its skull as part of my motorcycle..."

As he said, Burns suddenly noticed the figures walking on the street covered with dust and fallen leaves. He waved his hand.

"Zelin!"

The demon hunter raised his hand and walked towards Burns. He has always worried about whether the uncrowned will mobilize some members to other places because of the devil's attack. It now appears that the members of this group of hidden in the shadows did not seem to be affected by the demon attack at all. The tribal tavern has become the only place still open here.

"Everyone, this is the warrior who killed the black knight." Burns grabbed the glass beside him, and the inferior beer inside was frothy. "Let's toast him!"

The trolls, orcs and the Forsaken raised their glasses one after another. Then, in Zelin's surprised eyes, the undead raised their heads and drank the beer from the glass, then put it under the stomach. A few seconds later, the beer was renewed. Flow back into the cup.

"Ah, I have to find a tomb-watcher to mend his body again." The undead shook his head. "I'm leaving now, guys, see you next time."

"It's better to find a mage to help you get some food tasting illusions." The troll added.

"I will." The undead waved his hand as he walked. "As long as I can afford it."

Seeing the undead leaving behind, Zelin turned to Burns.

"Is this their unique way of drinking?"

"No, Ferguson has long been unable to drink and eat. Although the undead are like ordinary creatures, they have no sense of smell or touch. They can only watch others eat, but they can never enjoy the fun of this world." Burns shrugged his shoulders. . "In the name of an ancestor, I admire him very much, even if I can persist, if I can't feel anything in this world, I might go crazy in a few years."

Burns patted the seat beside him.

"What are you doing while standing, Zelin? Sit down for a drink. We're all talking about your fight with the black knight. How did you kill that guy? I heard that the black knight's great sword is an artifact. Have you got it? I guess it’s not the one on your waist."

"Of course not, but Burns, I have something very urgent to talk to you. We can talk about the battle with the Black Knight later." Zelin subconsciously wiped the wound on the inside of his cheek. The burn hasn't recovered yet, and he only hopes that the traces can be completely wiped out before returning. "Can I take up your time?"

"Of course, buddy." Burns put down his glass and stood up. "I'm sorry, friends, I have something to deal with. We will come again when we have a chance."

The remaining orcs and trolls raised their glasses.

Zelin and Burns stopped when they reached an abandoned hut next to Karazhan. There are no people here, the surrounding area is relatively empty, and there are only ruins in the hut. Zelin can determine at a glance whether there are eavesdroppers hiding nearby.

"What's the important thing?" Burns spread his hands. "You killed the black knight and helped Dalaran destroy the demon minions hidden here. I don't think there will be anything other than demon followers who want to assassinate you. But those cowards really dare to come. Looking for you? I believe they will run away in fright when they hear your name."

"I want to meet the uncrowned, okay?" Zelin didn't say much, but directly stated his purpose. Burns is one of the people to be trusted. "Can you help me contact the uncrowned? I mean, the leader of the uncrowned."

Burns froze for a moment, and the look on his face gradually became serious. "How important is your business?"

Zelin thought for a while.

"Maybe as important as Azeroth."

Night fell.

In front of Nippori Square, Zelin looked at the grocery store in front of him.

The grocery store is located next to the Dalaran Fountain. This is probably the most deserted shopping area in Dalaran. It is located in the corner and away from the commercial area. If it weren't for the famous Dalaran Fountain, it would be nearby. Zelin believes that the shops here will probably be soon To close the door. When the commercial area is crowded with people, it is still deserted and deserted, and ordinary people will only use it as a good place to buy fishing gear and materials. Only when Burns walked here, Zelin realized that there might be important secrets hidden in this small shop that was ignored by everyone.

Standing behind the counter was a man with brown-red shawl hair. After noticing Burns and Zelin walking in, he pulled the scarf at the collar.

"Welcome, do the two guests need to purchase materials? Jack Fender will serve you." The red-haired man greeted warmly. "This shop sells inscriptions, enchanting, alchemy, forging and other industries needed gadgets, as well as the best fishing rods in Dalaran, ensuring that you can get lucky when fishing. Some time ago, some people used the fishing rods sold in this shop. Caught a 32-pound catfish."

"We have more important things, Jack." With that, Burns took out a badge with a fist holding a dagger on it. "I want to see the leader."

The red-haired Jack immediately put away the smile on his face.

"Wait a minute, I will open the door for you."