The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Zelin walked in the hidden dead woods while thinking about his next actions. The plan of the Uncrowned is to let him land on the island first, and then enter Azsuna, together with Valeira and Tao Ya who arrived early, to investigate the location of Shaw's detention. According to the information returned by the spies, the Burning Legion captured the prisoners in Azsuna. However, the specific circumstances are unknown. Zelin suspects that it may be the spy who witnessed the demon transporting prisoners in Azsuna. But as long as they do, they will definitely leave a trace. As long as you can find the traces, or find the convoy of the demon transporting prisoners again, follow up, you should be able to find the destination.

Suddenly, the ear of the demon hunter caught an unusual sound of footsteps. He immediately squatted down and stared at the surroundings cautiously.

A series of vain footsteps rubbed the fallen leaves on the ground, as if an injured person was trying to support his body, moving forward with difficulty. Zelin thought of Vanessa for the first time. After he jumped into the sea, he tried his best to avoid being spotted by the Fel Bat. He didn't know if the helicopter carrying Vanessa arrived safely in Azsuna, or if he escaped safely. If the helicopter crashes into the sea near this island, maybe Vanessa can swim up. She is not a weak woman after all. Although judging from yesterday's waves, only those who are good at moving in the water can survive.

Slowly touching the direction where the sound came from, Ze Lin pressed his right hand on the hilt of the ebony blade, opened his eyes wide, and stared at the dead branches in front of him. The footsteps were light and heavy, like an injured person or tired, unable to control his body shape. The sound came from the west. The island is not big. In the west, it is probably the beach over there. However, a question that popped up in his heart prevented Zelin from walking over quickly.

The helicopter flew from the south, and Admiral Tethys deliberately sailed to the south of the Broken Isles to avoid the helicopter having to pass through the dangerous broken beach. But if it is intercepted halfway, the sea where the plane crashed should be located in the south, rather than drifting so far to the east.

Before long, a thin figure appeared in the clearing outside the dead wood.

This figure was very thin, and his shriveled body was dressed in a wet long skirt. The long skirt was wrapped in dry skin. Zelin couldn't help but wonder whether there was muscle and fat under the skin of this creature. In the sunken dark circles are a pair of godless eyeballs, and the divergent pupils are staring straight ahead, but there is no expression at all. The cheeks are close to the frontal bone, like a beggar who has not eaten for a month. It's just that the dress that was wet by the sea did not look like the clothes a beggar should have.

After observing the surroundings and making sure that there were no ambushers or stalkers following, Zelin slowly stood up and walked towards the ragged creature.

The pale purple dry skin didn't have a trace of luster, and a leg that looked like only bones could barely support his thin body. Even if a stranger suddenly appeared in front of him, the creature did not respond. It just staggered forward, the blue hair hanging down on the right side of the cheek blocking half of the cheek, and a few yellow leaves were stained on the hair. The only thing that can tell the other party's identity is the blue hair's slender pointed ears. This looked like an elf, but based on what Zelin had learned from Xisari, he could be sure that this was not a night elf, and had nothing to do with the elf warriors he had found near the hillside. But it didn't look like a troll. Although his skin color was similar to that of a troll, he didn't see the fangs near his bloodless lips.

When the demon hunter was observing this creature, the other party didn't seem to see Zelin at all, with his hands around his shoulders, his mouth kept muttering something in a low voice.

"Excuse me," Zelin asked tentatively. "Are you a local resident?"

The man still bowed his head, and walked forward staggeringly, deaf to Zelin's question.

Zelin stepped aside and watched the thin figure passing by.

"...Not me, not me, not me."

Its body was so thin that Zelin could not tell whether it was a male or a female.

"Isn't it?" Zelin asked from the back who walked by. "Can you hear me?"

The figure walked eastward along the forest path, and the whispering gradually disappeared in the wind.

Zelin didn't follow, he turned his head and looked at where the figure came. To the west of the island is a piece of sea. It cannot be climbed up from the sea. Perhaps his caution made him miss something on this island. Seeing the thin figure gradually disappearing into the withered woods, Zelin turned and walked towards the direction where the opponent appeared.

Before long, the sound of sea water hitting the reef appeared in the ears of the demon hunter. He walked to a slope, Zelin looked at the beach below, and the waves slapped on the dense reefs by the sea, setting off white foam. Zelin narrowed his eyes slightly, and then he saw a wooden boat between the two rocks. The wooden boat is painted light white, which is particularly eye-catching among the dark brown reefs. The ship looked like it was floating from the east and was stuck between two rocks.

Walking down the hillside and stepping on the waves that kept hitting the beach, Zelin jumped onto a reef, and then jumped to another nearby piece, close to the canoe. The workmanship of the wooden boat is excellent, not like a semi-finished product made temporarily in a hurry. Jumping onto the wooden boat, Zelin first saw the broken rope, followed by a piece of paper pasted inside the boat, with a line of small characters written in beautiful handwriting.

[Prisoner Alicia, charges: murder, betrayal, sabotage, and collaborating with the traitor Talissa. Sentenced to exile in the name of the Grand Magister Elisand. No one is allowed to contact the prisoners privately, otherwise he will be treated as an accomplice. 】

The Grand Magister Elisand. Zelin pursed his mouth, it was like a local leader, and Alicia might be the figure he encountered just now. If the ship belongs to the exile, then she may be a local resident. Obviously, the locals still controlled part of the order under the invasion of the Burning Legion, and the guards were still enforcing the ruler's laws, but gradually some people began to oppose the ruler. There is mentioned a traitor named Talissa, it seems that she may be the leader of the local opposition to the ruler.

Withdraw his eyes from the envelope and move to the rope.

In the next moment, Zelin's breathing was a screen.

The neatly broken opening of the rope indicated that it was cut by some kind of sharp weapon, but Zelin didn't see anything on the figure that could cut the rope, and with that person's mental state, he obviously couldn't take the initiative to do it. Considering that the ship ran aground between the rocks, it is very likely that someone else had spotted it before.

Whoosh--

Accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air, a flying knife steadily plunged into the ship board in front of the demon hunter.

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ps: I don’t know why it means to catch a cold after the exam... After thinking about it, it’s better to describe it as an illustration.

Chapter 2170: Traitor

"Raise your hand, place it where I can see, and raise it above your head, otherwise I will shoot through your head!"

Zelin exhaled slowly, his low-pitched female voice made him breathe a sigh of relief. Although the opponent showed great hostility towards him, it was still a good thing.

At least not the demon of the Burning Legion.

However, the devil will not deliberately release an exile. Zelin believes that the exiled should not be a spy of the devil, otherwise this means that the Burning Legion will not be able to suppress the native power of the Broken Isles. If this were the case, Nazerin couldn't help but feel optimistic about Azeroth's prospects for defeating the Burning Legion-the power of the Broken Isles could not be completely defeated, and what would the demon use against the Azeroth coalition forces.

"I don't want to resist." Zelin's hand squeezed out the rune of Kunen's seal. "My head is not as hard as this ship."

"Turn around." The low voice gradually approached. "I see you have a sword, throw it out."

"Are you sure you must do this? It would be too much for me to hand over my weapon just here..."

"Do you want to die?!"

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you." Zelin first pulled the belt around his waist, the ebony blade fell into the boat, and then slowly stood up and unlocked the silver sword behind him. "This sword is expensive, don't break it..."

With that, he threw the silver sword on the reef, then slowly turned around.

Seeing the armor style of the soldier on the opposite side, Zelin was taken aback.

"Come out and explain your identity."

"Wait." The style of the armor was exactly the same as the dead night elves he had seen before. "Are you a dungeon guard?"

The demon hunter asked these words abruptly. The heavily armed soldier on the opposite side was taken aback. Zelin immediately continued.

"Your dungeon was attacked, right? You were attacked by a group of demons and demon hunters who took refuge in the legion, and you were forced to retreat. Then you asked your mistress for help, about a month ago, didn't you?"

"...Yes, how do you know?"

The soldier slowly lowered the round blade raised up, her figure shook slightly, and the next moment she appeared on another reef. Zelin frowned. He didn't see the other party beating. Is this magic? Some kind of short-distance teleportation spell? Is this a warlock or a warrior? Or some kind of war mage?

"I found a corpse on this island. She wore the same armor as you. I found a letter on her body saying that the dungeon was attacked and you asked the hostess for support." Zelin explained. "Her body is nearby."

"A letter? Oh, **** it, it seems that she could not deliver the letter? We all thought she delivered the letter." The soldier said as he walked towards Zelin on the reef. She didn't continue to use that interesting flashing technique, maybe she couldn't use it continuously, or it was a bit of consumption for her, so she didn't plan to waste all her energy on the road? "Who are you? Why are you here? Did the hostess send you?"

"No...I have been here for a few days." Zelin didn't tell the truth. He stood in the boat, his toes moved slightly, letting the ebony blade hidden underneath rest on his boots. "I'm here to find someone. A friend of mine is here. I have to find him out and figure out how he is doing. I'd better take him away. It's not safe here, but when I passed by here, I found out in the wild. A corpse. Who are you? You let go of the exile from this ship? Are you a local?"

"I am not, I am the Watcher. This island is called the Watcher Island. There is a dungeon for prisoners underneath. There are many important prisoners in it. However, in the latest operation, many prisoners escaped from the prison." The watcher walked to Zelin. At the place where the weapon was dropped, he bent down and picked up the silver sword while staring at the demon hunter. "A group of demon hunters joined the Burning Legion, so that everyone was caught off guard during the attack. During this time we have been living outside. Last night, the sentry reported that they saw flames and bats in the sky, and fel bats were swarms. They flew across the sky as if they were attacking a certain prey. So I came here today, trying to figure out what happened and what caused the fel bat’s attention, but I saw this stranded ship by the beach. Canoe."

"Did you cut the rope and let the exile go away?" Zelin took a deep breath. "Do you know them? Who are they? Who is the Grand Magister Elisand?"

"I know them. They are elves hiding in Suraman, a group of cowards, and they are pretty useful cowards." The watchman's tone clearly didn't want to continue talking about this topic. She leaned on her side, the blade hidden in the cloak gleaming coldly in the sun: "But who are you? I don't think anyone will take the initiative to come to the Broken Isles at this time. It is dangerous here. Who sent you? You? Who are you working for? Tell me, who sent you here?"

"I only work for myself, ma'am. No one sent me. If I have to find a name, it is myself." Zelin looked up and down the watchman, and the design of the armor on the chest of the soldier in front of him indicated that it was specifically for The armor prepared by the female warrior, this is a night elf. The armor styles of the night elves are almost always prepared for women, after all, their army is composed of female elves. "This is a very important friend of mine. He has disappeared. A certain mage said he should be in the Broken Isles, so I hired a dwarf pilot who can fly a helicopter and let him take me here."

"So you were the one who attracted the bat attack last night? You are brave and willing to come here. You are also very smart. I barely saw the traces you left." The watchman stretched out his hand, and the palm covered by the metal glove opened. Open. "Where is the letter you found?"

"Here." Zelin took out a folded piece of paper and handed it to the watcher. "Where is your camp? Do you know what the demons are doing here?"

"Our camp is here. As for the movement, everyone on the Broken Isles can tell the movement of the Legion." Without looking at the watcher, she raised her head, her dark green eyes staring straight under her armor. Demon hunter hunting. "The hostess will want to see you."

Bang--

The moon blade hit the ebony blade, sparks splashing everywhere.

When the watchman aimed at the demon hunter's neck and swung his weapon, Zelin suddenly tiptoed up, the ebony blade hidden in the ship flew up and was caught. At the moment when the Kunen's Fa Seal shattered, the long sword blocked the Moon Blade and got stuck in the Moon Blade's jagged barbs.