The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Otherwise?" Ze Lin put his right hand on the handle of the knife around his waist. "Have you seen him?"

The man in black swallowed, as if he was assessing whether Zelin's actions were on alert or ready to attack. "I have seen it. After seeing him draw this symbol at noon, I went to the main drain."

"Where is that?"

"Don't you know?"

"I'm here for the first time in the sewer." Zelin deliberately revealed a trace of flaws, and the stiff face of the man in black gradually relaxed. "Never been here before."

"Ah, this is really dangerous. The sewers are not safe at all. Did you see the open space in front of the slum? Every day before, the troll bodyguards had to drag some assassinated bodies away and throw them into the sinkhole. It's not a **** demon invasion, the Dalaran sewers are more lively than before." The man in black took a deep breath. "I don't seem to see your troll bodyguard? You'd better be careful. Without a bodyguard, it means everyone here can attack you and take your money and equipment."

"I said, I have never been here before." Zelin shrugged. "Then can this good gentleman take me there? I don't know the way."

"No problem, but I will charge a fee. There has never been a work done in vain in this world." The man in black showed the salesman's smile. If it hadn't been for this suit and the situation before, Zelin would really think that the man in front of him was a salesman. "Ten silver coins are enough, but you can also pay me after you find someone. In that case, I will charge another ten copper coins. Think about it. Only I will help you with such a cheap price. Others People have already reached out to your wallet."

Zelin considered for a while, his gaze moved left and right, but he did not notice that there were other people hidden nearby. Obviously, the opponent may not plan to showdown in crowded places.

"No problem, I agree, but there can only be ten silver coins at most." He walked up to the man in black and stretched out a finger. "If you increase the price then, I won't give you a penny."

Zelin's muscles were tight all over, he wanted to try to make some dangerous behaviors, perhaps to force the people hiding in the dark to be exposed. The other party also seemed to be nervous, but there was no sign of doing it. The man in black smirked, raised his hands and waved.

"How could I do this kind of thing? If the thief doesn't care about credibility, everyone may be stabbed in the back. Come with me, go here, let's take a short cut."

Chapter 2138: Sewer Ambushers

The structure of the Dalaran sewers could not help but remind him of Vizima's sewers. The Vizima Sewer is based on the city of Ain Sidi in the past. The scale of the city ruins that have sunk into the ground is not inferior to that of the new human city on the ground. Just because Dalaran is floating in the sky, there is no need to worry about the interior of the island, like the world of demon hunters, where the underground ruins are either entrenched by demons or occupied by cave-dwelling creatures such as ghouls, evil spirits or Angled bugs.

"The environment here is good, right?" Zelin shook his left wrist with his right hand, moving his fist. "Who would have thought that there is a labyrinth hidden under a city. How long did you live here? How much does the Kirin Tor Council know about the situation here?"

"Why would you care about this kind of thing?"

"Purely out of curiosity."

Standing on a wide platform, the platform is connected by two pipes. The sewage around the platform is beating against the shore, and turbid waves are shot on the platform from time to time. Square wooden boxes and swollen sacks are stacked around the platform. The air is very humid. The surface of the sacks and wooden boxes is saturated with water, but the dry area inside the pile of wooden boxes is covered with a layer of dust. Zelin didn't know these things. Who is the owner, but he must have not paid attention to the boxes stacked here for a long time. Among the many wooden boxes, when Zelin walked onto the platform, from the corner of his eye, he noticed a damp wooden box imprinted on the ground on the left side of the entrance. Apparently, someone moved the box, just recently.

"Everyone has curiosity, right? Actually, I also have some curiosity." The man in black stopped, he turned around, took off his sunglasses, and his pair of brown pupils were staring at the demon hunter. Eyes. "As far as I know, the letter should be reserved for a black-haired lady. I don't think the one who appears here today should be a brown-haired man holding a sword. How did you get that letter? My friend Tell me that I want me to wait in the sewer for a dark-haired lady to show up here. If I remember correctly, she tied her hair into a ponytail behind her head and wears an eye shield. You are obviously different from him."

"You don't know why I came here Ali, but I know you left that letter in the'One More Drink' shop." Zelin narrowed his eyes slightly. "You are an agent of MI7. You don't know me, but I know you. To be precise, I know your uniform. When I was at MI7 headquarters, I saw many people like you come to the headquarters. Report. I’m a little surprised, who gave you the task to do this? Or is this what you want to do?"

"It's you? Is this another disguise of you?"

Zelin noticed that the broad, leather-gloved hands of the black-clothed man touched behind his waist little by little like spider legs.

"If you don't do unnecessary things, I think this is a good thing for everyone."

In the blink of an eye, the sound of footsteps first appeared behind the demon hunter. When Smith stood in front and made a gesture of drawing a knife to attract Zelin’s attention, Jones, who was hiding in the pile of debris behind, jumped up speechlessly, his hands The dagger shimmered with enchantment. With sharp eyes fixed on Zelin's back, he only took two steps forward and jumped up on the third step. With all his strength gathered on his wrist, he stabs the target in front of him unreservedly and the position of the heart behind him.

Zelin's left hand, which had already formed Alderfayin, slammed backwards without turning his head back. Jones in midair was hit by a sudden burst of air current. Jones flew back and hit a pile of wooden boxes. The wooden boxes shattered and he was crushed underneath by the broken planks.

"Jones!"

Smith watched in surprise as the warrior demon hunter repelled his companion with magic. "Devil!"

A sharp blade appeared in Smith's left hand, the pistol in his right hand was raised, and flames spurted from the muzzle. But for the demon hunter, his speed is too slow. Zelin leaned down, his body moved forward like a predator jumping towards the target. The bullet glided his back, hitting the wall and splashing sparks. Smith fired again, but the bullet went empty, and Zelin rolled forward to avoid the second blow. In an instant, Smith lost his target, and when he recovered, he found that the demon hunter had appeared in front of him. The machete whizzed down, but he soon realized that he couldn't control the weapon. Zelin's left hand grasped Smith's wrist tightly like iron tongs, and twisted it abruptly. Accompanied by a crisp sound, the agent's wrist twisted to a strange angle, and the scimitar fell to the ground with a clatter.

Jones, who fell into the wooden crate, struggled to get up, as if his whole body fell apart. He blinked vigorously, blood running down his forehead and sticking to his eyes. He vaguely saw that his companion was caught by the demon who turned into a human. Smith wanted to shoot, but then he was thrown out. Smith crashed into the pile of sack, the sack was cut open, and the yellowed flour inside was spilled. In one place.

Jones had no words, he reached out his hand and fumbled among the broken planks, and quickly grabbed an enchanted dagger. He raised his dagger and aimed at the enemy who was fighting with Smith. Smith tried to grab the dagger on the ground, but got a punch in the face and then another kick in the stomach, the pain forced him to shrink his body. Then, the enemy bent down, grabbed Smith by the collar with one hand and lifted him up. Smith took the opportunity to hit the enemy with his forehead. The enemy seemed to be caught off guard by the blow, but the forehead hit failed to force the enemy to release his hand, but made him shake his head. But this angered him. The enemy threw Smith to the ground, and a right uppercut made the agent completely unable to resist.

Taking a deep breath, Jones aimed at Zelin's head and threw the dagger with all his strength.

Ding——

Zelin pulled out the short knife from his waist. Accompanied by the melodious metal collision sound, the flying knife turned a few times in mid-air, and fell into the pool with a thud.

Jones lowered his head and fumbled for another dagger. Soon, the shadow covered Jones. He raised his head, the soles of the leather boots getting bigger and bigger in sight.

With a boom, Jones also passed out in a coma.

Seeing that the two men in black had all lost the ability to resist, Zelin took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He clapped his hands and cleaned the dust from his palms.

He didn't want to attack directly, if he could, he wanted to put some valuable information in the opponent's mouth. After leaving Stormwind City for almost two months, he was very curious about what happened in Stormwind City, or what happened in MI7? Before he left, Xiaoer from MI7 had not returned. Everything was normal. All the agents focused on collecting intelligence on the Burning Legion.

But now...

Zelin looked down at another enchanted dagger he picked up on the ground, and gently stroked the dagger blade with his fingers. The dagger was well-made. Zelin didn't know what kind of magic was attached to it. He waved it a few times. The dagger was as light as a feather and shone in cold light.

"Hi, what happened here?"

Suddenly, Zelin heard a voice coming from the pipe beside him. A forgotten person with a face covered appeared at the entrance of the pipe, a pair of yellowish fluorescent eyes scanning everything in front of him.

"Is this some kind of conspiracy to assassinate?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Zelin put away the dagger, maybe he can keep it or sell it. "Instead of wasting time here, why not do something more meaningful in your limited time?"

"I am the undead." The Forsaken murmured. "My time is unlimited."

"Then do something more meaningful within your infinite time, such as..." Zelin's gaze rested on the abdomen of the undead. "Why don't you go for a repair operation, and then find a mage to taste the latest delicious dishes? If you really want to know why, just ask the uncrowned."

"Oh, no, no, I don't want to provoke you at all."

The undead shrugged, turned and left. When the shadow cast by the undead on the ground disappeared in the pipe, Zelin sighed and walked to the nearby pile of wooden boxes. There were more than a dozen boxes here. Walk in. Zelin did not join the Uncrowned, but this did not prevent him from temporarily borrowing the reputation of these shadow assassins. He was curious as to what these two agents could tell him.

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ps: The computer at home is broken...uncomfortable

Chapter 2139: Stirring Silk Threads

When Smith woke up, he quickly realized the seriousness of the situation.

"Don't struggle."

Smith's eyes pierced by the oil lamp were sore, he turned his head slightly and squinted, trying to see the figure in front of him clearly. "I deliberately soaked one side of this rope in the water. Unless you have a knife hidden in your sleeve, it is impossible to break free from the rope."

Smith was a little surprised, he twisted his arm calmly, trying to find the knife hidden in his sleeve.

"Don't look for it." Zelin took out a blade. "I wouldn't be so stupid that I didn't search for what's hidden on you before tying you up. Now, I think we can sit down and talk. We could sit in the dining room and chat while enjoying dinner. As a result, it can only be like this now. The blow just now shouldn't hurt your head. Are you okay?"

Smith glanced at Jones, who was still in a coma, and turned to Zelin.

"You killed him?"

"Of course not, he's still alive, he just wants to sleep for a while." Zelin waved his hand. "If it's not necessary, I won't kill people unless you act unwisely. Calm down, agent, I have no malice against you right now, and if it weren't for your partner to take the initiative to attack, I wouldn't want to do it."

"Keep your lies and lie to others!" Smith sipped disdainfully, spitting saliva on the side of the demon hunter's face. "Don't think we will believe your words, neither Jones nor I can betray the Alliance, nor can we betray Azeroth! You **** demons will definitely be destroyed!"

Zelin pursed his mouth, took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped off the saliva on his cheeks, then threw the handkerchief back into the sink.

"I know you don’t trust me, so I won’t say anything, let’s get straight to the point. Two months ago, I helped His Highness Anduin in Stormwind to catch a demon spy, Captain Malagan of Stormwind. Corrupted by the demon, I finally defeated him by the side of the Mingjing Lake with His Royal Highness, two draenei garrison officers, and a werewolf warlock." Zelin sat upright, looked directly into the agent's eyes, and said softly. "I don't understand why you suspect that I was in collusion with the devil. Is this your suspicion or an order of MI7? If you must accuse me of a crime, at least you must tell me the reason and reason, eh? Even if it is a court sentence , And also tell the prisoner who accused you and what evidence is there to prove that you committed the crime. I think there is a court in the league, right?"