The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Jack bent down, the counter blocked most of his body, and Zelin could only see the back in the white shirt. He wanted to see clearly what the other party was doing, but what he wanted to see was a group of hidden secret organizations. He didn't want to attract hostility because of unnecessary behavior. The first impression is very important. Once you make others suspect that he is inquiring about the news, then it may be difficult to handle it next.

After a few seconds, there was a crisp click. The bookcase next to the counter slowly opened outwards, revealing the dark tunnel inside.

Jack the redhead stood up straight and clapped his hands.

"Good luck to you, uncrowned."

Burns walked straight into the tunnel of the uncrowned, and Zelin walked in behind him.

But no one noticed that a figure wearing a crimson shirt and solid metal plate armor with a red cloth on his face hid in the grass next to the fountain, staring at the two who disappeared in the shop.

Chapter 2131 Meet the Uncrowned Again

Behind the secret door is a ladder leading down. Each step of the stairs is not long. Zelin estimated in his mind that each step of the stairs would drop by about three meters. After passing the fourth corner, a circular stone hall appeared in front of the demon hunter. Irregular slate slabs were laid on the ground, and various large or small wooden boxes, barrels, and woven bags swollen due to full of debris were placed on the walls of the hall. Four torches were fixed on the corners of the stone hall by metal brackets, facing each other, providing a faint light.

Walking down the last step, Burns raised his hand and motioned to Zelin to stop.

"Wait."

Zelin immediately retracted the steps he was about to take and returned to the steps. He didn't ask too much, but in other people's organization bases, he followed other people's rules.

Burns walked to the middle of the hall and raised the torch. "Milton! Milton Bees! This is a guest, I brought it, and he wants to beg to see the people in the inner hall."

"He is not a member of the Uncrowned." A low voice appeared in the shadow on the left, and a man in black leather clothes stared fiercely at the demon hunter standing on the last step of the steps. "It stands to reason that I should knock him out and throw him out. If I remember correctly, the job of recruiting new recruits has always been done by Shattrath's Jenica Kennedy."

"He has very important information to see the uncrowned." Burns explained. "Very important task. I can assure you that he is trustworthy. A few days ago, he helped Dalaran defeat the Black Knight."

The man who seemed to be the guard stared at Zelin and looked up and down, as if he was wondering whether a man who didn't seem to have any eye-catching magical equipment could do such a thing. "You seem to have no reason to lie to me? Go in, be careful, let him follow the rules, pay attention to where his eyes and hands are, and don't show up where he shouldn't be."

Milton stepped back two steps, his clothes and black mask made him blend into the shadow of the stone hall perfectly.

After the guard disappeared, Burns waved to Zelin.

"Your guards are very dedicated." Zelin glanced at the disappearing shadow of Milton, he could only notice a very weak breath. "Does the Kirin Tor Council know about this place?"

"Maybe you know, maybe you don't." Burns shrugged. "But they'd better not send a wizard to investigate. Milton's reputation is not good. Anyone who rushes over without a blink of an eye will be knocked out by him and thrown back to Dalaran. Go here and follow. It's tight, here are thieves and pirates. Although it is reasonable to say that there should not be stealing and duels here, I cannot guarantee that everyone is willing to abide by the rules. After all, if they are willing to abide by the rules, these people are not thieves and pirates."

"It's not a violation of the rules if you don't get caught, eh?"

"Ha, you humans and elves understand these things very well. Anyway, you can see a lot of elves with the same race and pointed ears here." Burns went straight to the arch opposite the stone hall. "But if you have blackwater pirates on your body, it's best not to take them out. Bloodsail pirates don't like them at all."

Behind the arch is a spacious corridor. On the left side of the corridor is a row of metal fences. The sharp barbs remind pedestrians not to approach. The narrow room embedded in the wall is filled with tables, chairs and sundries, and light blue striped flags are hung on the wall with the symbol of the uncrowned. Each room is separated by a heavy stone wall, and oil lamps are hung on the outside of the stone wall to provide light to the corridor. Passing through the arch, there was no fence on the right side of the corridor, but Zelin saw a pool of water underground. Standing in the corridor, they seemed to be walking on the shore of a lake. On the opposite bank of the corridor, there is a palm-wood pier, and a spacious trestle bridge that can accommodate seven people walking side by side connects the pier to the corridor across the waterhole.

Inside the pier, there is a wooden two-story building, and the laughter and candlelight from the windows are reflected on the trestle bridge below. Male and female pirates wearing short shirts and chests are sitting on the trestle and dock, drinking beer while talking. There is a wooden shed on the left and right sides of the small building. Two pirates and three thieves can be seen sitting in the wooden shed on the left. Playing cards on a table, the clink of iron came from the wooden shed on the right.

If the rock above his head was not supported by huge arches, Zelin could hardly believe that it was underground in Dalaran, rather than a seaside pier.

"Is this place built with magic?"

"I don't know." Burns shrugged. "This is what it looked like when I first came here. But if you've seen the scale of the Dalaran sewers, you won’t doubt how much the mages cared about the sewers when they rebuilt the city. But they Said that the city was actually destroyed by the devil and then pulled up by magic directly from the ground after it was rebuilt. Back then, the demon used magic to destroy Dalaran like sweeping sand piles, but only the surface was destroyed, the underground The city’s infrastructure is still intact, and later when the Master rebuilt the city and repaired it, it became what it looks like today.....Of course, this is my guess. Don’t fall, before I I have seen drowned rats on the water."

Following Burns onto the trestle bridge, a short goblin and another night elf walked towards each other while chatting.

"Jenica said she would recalculate the wages of the Thieves School until tomorrow? Is there anyone else to take care of her school in Shattrath?"

"Who knows? Actually, her school is just a cover-up."

"It's possible. I only hope that she can pay the wages on time. She never said that when she recruited me..."

The silhouettes and voices of goblins and night elves gradually disappeared behind the trestle bridge, Zelin looked around slightly, trying to avoid being suspected of being spies or those who like to listen to secrets while observing the environment. Maybe someone was monitoring his every move after he walked in? He didn't notice such a person, maybe there was, he didn't notice, maybe not, it was just his doubts. But in the headquarters of a secret organization, anything can happen.

A burst of laughter broke out beside the wooden stakes beside the trestle bridge. A blood elf pirate and another black-haired human pirate held beer mugs in one hand and chatted. They wore thin white shirts with their shirts completely open, only the hem was tied. Below the chest, showing a slender waist and chest, he didn't care about the man nearby. A giant monster was sitting on the ground, sleepy, another orc stood in front of the giant monster, waving his hands and yelling in a language that Zelin could not understand, but there was no way to cause the giant monster. Attention. There is also a goblin standing behind the corner of the trestle bridge and the front stone platform of the headquarters, counting the coins in the bag in his hand, staring at Zelin with a vigilant look, and then turning to other directions, as if he doubted anyone here. Might steal his money.

Just after walking through the trestle bridge, a black veiled panda man hurriedly ran over in front of him. Zelin had to stop to avoid colliding with the opponent.

"Wait a moment." Burns turned around and gestured to Zelin with both hands downwards. "I will ask them to notify the uncrowned person."

"How long will you have to wait?" Zelin spread his hands. "For example...'We will definitely send the news to the chief, please go back to the hotel and wait for the news'?"

"A thief, whether it is a pirate or a thief, knows that if an opportunity is missed, it represents a serious loss." Burns shook his head. "Our messages are delivered quickly, and the value of some messages will disappear over time. I will be out soon. You can wait here for a while, but don't leave. In some places, only a few people are eligible to enter. The guards there are not easy to deal with."

"You can rest assured that I will not make such a low-level mistake."

Zelin walked to the edge of the platform and sat on a bench. He believes that if the backside is not the reservoir in the sewer, but the seaside, the environment here must be very pleasant.

The armor of the demon hunter seemed out of place with the attire of the thieves and pirates here, which attracted some attention. Zelin leaned forward slightly, with his arms resting on his knees, and looking at the surrounding environment from side to side, trying not to let his eyes stay in one place for more than three seconds, so as not to cause unnecessary suspicion. The environment here is good, it can accommodate many people, and it is hidden, very suitable for the identity of thieves, and this hall is like a pier, very suitable for pirates, although he believes that the sewage below the pier is definitely not suitable for boating.

"If my memory is correct, someone once said that he was unwilling to join the Uncrowned." Suddenly, a familiar voice appeared in Zelin's ear. The demon hunter raised his eyebrows, even if he couldn't remember everyone's voices, but just not long ago, he would not quickly forget the people he had talked with. Not to mention, he was very concerned when someone approached him suddenly. "Why would I see you here?"

"It's you?" Zelin raised his head and looked at the black-clothed woman who walked in front of him. Those pale golden eyes similar to him were drooping, looking at the demon hunter. "You... are you uncrowned?"

The golden-eyed woman took a deep breath, and her chest wrapped under the skin armor slightly bulged. "The report says that you seem to be able to suspect everything and detect every conspiracy."

"How is this possible?" Zelin shook his hand and leaned back on the back of the bench. "If I have this ability, do I still use it to make money and cooperate with the virtual spirit? Honestly, I always feel that he should have given me higher dividends. I always think his business may not be that simple. But regardless of me No matter how you think about it, I can't think of what else it might do. Are you uncrowned? Oh, you should have told me directly at the time."

"Who do you think I am?"

Zelin looked to the left, and the three pirates gathered together and glanced over here from time to time while talking. He looked to the right again, and closed his mouth at the orc yelling at the troll.

"Hmm..." He pondered for a few seconds, then raised his eyes: "Ghost Mother?"

The second thousand one hundred and thirty-two chapters

"Are you sure this can succeed?"

Smith wiped the drops of sweat from his forehead. He dare to use the bonus from this mission to bet that the amount of sweat on his forehead these days will make others think that he is in the hot Stranglethorn Vale. "This is crazy."

"Performing an assassination mission in Dalaran is crazy in itself." Jones took a deep breath. "Listen, it's very simple. We can't defeat a demon head-on, unless it's just an annoying little ghost. We have to use the devil's psychology, she wants to use the appearance of Anbo to confuse us and win Sympathy, if we want us to believe her, then we will do what she thinks. The plan is very simple. I have told you once and I don’t need to repeat it a second time, right?"

"Yes, yes. First use the contact signal to attract Anbo, uh, I mean, the demon incarnation of Anbo makes her think that the MI7 agents in Dalaran are willing to believe her, and then lead her out of hiding. , Do it outside, lest the devil grabs customers and shop staff as hostages... I don’t understand why I know that the opponent is a demon, and I still don’t seek the assistance of the battle mage of the Kirin Tor Council. This is too strange. Alliance There are so many people in Dalaran, but in the end two agents are required to assassinate them. Informing the Kirin Tor wizard is not a leak of the secret, nor is it a morale blow, right?"

"You have always liked to complain, Smith." Jones squatted on the second floor of the Flash Antique Store, observing the entrance of the Magic Inn through the window. From the angle of this place, you can see the main entrance of the hotel and the entrance of the restaurant. "At least this time, don't make a mistake."

"I don't think leaving a letter will convince the devil, and then ask to meet in the sewer..."

"You don't understand, the sewer is the best place." Jones stretched out a finger and said calmly. "First of all, the devil must not dare to meet us in an open and honest place. The holy light is on. I prefer to meet her in the square of the Violet Castle, so that if the devil wants to do anything, we don’t need to do anything, Dara. The mage of Ran is definitely not a blind man. So we have to choose a place where the devil can come out and meet us with peace of mind, and can't leave Dalaran, so we can only go to the sewers where the sun cannot be seen."

"When she meets me, I will go out to attract her attention." Jones took a deep breath. "Then you hide in the dark, and when she talks to me, you use two enchanted daggers sent by Robert to pierce her heart. I hope we can kill her before she can turn back into a demon. I heard that the devil becomes a demon. Is a human being very fragile? If you are killed in a human form, you will die?"

"I've heard similar stories, but..." Smith closed his mouth before he finished speaking. "She's out, she's out!"

"Shut up and hide!"

At the entrance of the Magic Hotel, a black-haired woman in a light brown trench coat walked down the stairs, and her legs wrapped in tight leather pants paused slightly after walking down the stairs. An Bo turned his head, his left eye was covered by the veiled gauze, and his right eye carefully observed the surroundings, as if confirming that no one was following, An Bo re-started his steps and walked to the store with the contact signal hanging on the hem of the windbreaker. Flying roll.

Until Anbo's back disappeared in the store, two men in black stuck their heads out.

"She went to get the letter."