The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Farodin thought for a few seconds, then shook his head. "You are the first human I saw today. Don't worry, you can go to the hideout with me first. There are some... ancient souls. They have been staying in this land, watching the demons and Naga’s movements, maybe they can provide you with clues."

Zelin couldn't help sighing without news of Vanessa.

"Well, but I may have to ask you many things."

"Aren't you a human of Val'sharah?" Farodin frowned slightly. Zelin was stunned for a moment. According to the druid, there were still human inhabitants on the Broken Isles. "Oh, you are not. So, are you from overseas?"

"Yes." Zelin nodded. "I know one of you druids, and I thought you were the one who came to the Broken Isles with them."

"The overseas forces finally realized that the Burning Legion had come again?" Farodin shook his head. "This may be a good thing for some people, they are desperate. Come with me, although I can't do it, but you may be able to pass the message of hope to them."

Chapter 2173: Ghost Resident

Farodin, the valleywalker, arrived in the Broken Isles about twelve years ago.

"The first person who discovered the existence of this island was the leader of the watchman, Maiev. She arrived on this island when she was hunting down Illidan. This changed the way we thought that after the ancient times, there was no surviving land or creatures near the Maelstrom. Point of view. I have a friend in Suramar. She hopes that I can rescue Miss Ashilia back. I don’t know why the canoe that banished her is in your hands, but you at least prevented her from falling into the ocean. ."

"It's not my credit, Druid. But... it's a long story, maybe it's something to do."

If it weren't for the demon hunter and Vanessa's helicopter being attacked by the sea, Cordana would not send the watchmen outside to investigate. If the watchman did not show up, she would not find the banished one. Sometimes, Zelin is not easy to say what the consequences of an event that shouldn't have happened.

According to Farodin’s description, Zelin learned that Suramar was once the most powerful magic research center in the ancient elven kingdom on the ancient Kalimdor continent. Completely cut off from the outside world. The elves here live in an environment of high magic concentration for many years. The disasters of ancient times made them lose the magic power supply from the capital of the ancient kingdom. So in order to prevent the concentration of magic from dissipating, the great magister who led this group of elves erected a huge magic enchantment around the city, dividing the city from the outside world, in order to maintain a high concentration of magic in the city.

"These elves call themselves the children of the night. They live in a magical environment all year round, so once they leave that environment, their physical functions will quickly decline, lose their minds, and eventually become similar to beasts in a painful and slow process. The withered. The only driving force for the withered to survive is magic. They will take magic power at all costs, but these magic powers will never be able to fill their bodies, because the balance of life and arcane in their bodies has long been destroyed. Their bodies can only hold magical powers, and the food and drinks they eat contain extremely high magical powers, and ordinary people can't drink them at all."

Zelin lowered his head and glanced at the package around his waist.

"I have a small bottle of magic water."

"I have seen the magic water used by the mages on the continent of Lordaeron, but compared with the magic wine drunk by the Night Son, the magic content in it is too small." Farodin shook his head. "So among the children of the night, the most cruel criminal law is exile. When you leave the city, the children of the night will gradually decline and die. The exiles can only watch their bodies gradually degenerate and wither, but they can do nothing. Many people are becoming withered. I was crazy before."

Farodin led Zelin along the marsh beside the beach. On the distant cliffs, the demon hunters could vaguely see the ruins of the ruined temple in the evening twilight.

"Let me guess, is the person who commissioned you called Talissa?" Zelin asked. "I saw the verdict on the exile boat, and a name was mentioned on it."

"It's not her, it's other night sons." Farodin shook his head. "Some people, their friends or relatives may be exiled because of some things, or sympathetic nobles... I have tried to combine life power with arcane power to help a group of exiles, but, But I failed. In the past, some children of the night thought that the punishment of exile was too severe, so they contacted me privately, but after my failure, I never saw them again. Until recently, the devil came again and I Then I left Val'sharah and came to Suramar near Suramar, wanting to know the situation of the Nightborne. Then I saw a secret letter in the secret place I contacted them before, and I knew that the Nightborne had surrendered to the Burning Legion. "

When the Burning Legion came, the Grand Magister Elisande chose to surrender to the devil to save the city. But not everyone believes in the promise of the devil. Some of them still remember the war ten thousand years ago and the disaster that the ancient elven queen who wanted to cooperate with the devil eventually brought. The chief arcanist Talissa launched a coup in the city, but traitors appeared in her secret party. Her coup failed, she and some of her accomplices temporarily escaped, and many of the remaining people were executed and exiled.

"Are they fighting against the Burning Legion? Where is their camp?"

"Temporarily located on the coast southeast of Suramar City, the Chief Arcanist seems to want to gather remnants of power close to the city, and most importantly, where they can get the help of smugglers in the city, they will not be cut off. Source of magic power."

"May they know where my friend is?"

"I don't know, but if it's Azsuna, I'll take you to meet another person." Farodin stopped, he took out a magic crystal again and stuffed it into the mouth of the exile. The crystal that was put in before has become transparent, and there is no trace of magical energy in it. "Don't be sad, human, I believe your companions will be all right."

They walked along the hillside by the sea to the temple on the top of the hill.

The arches and stone pillars remaining in the ruins of the temple are still showing to outsiders, what kind of glorious history it had before it was destroyed. Excellent craftsmen made buildings like works of art, but the buildings were eventually destroyed by natural and man-made disasters, leaving only regrettable ruins, just like the elf ruins that can often be seen in the world of demon hunters. Francesca said more than once, if she did not want to ensure the safety of Baihua Valley, and seek a way out for her people. Maybe in a few hundred years, they will become some kind of boring legend and disappear completely in history.

Among the many broken stone pillars, there is a fairly complete cylindrical building, like some kind of pavilion or living room. The floor of the white marble building is covered with moss, and there is still water that has not evaporated in the dented cracks in the middle floor. Stepping past the overgrown weeds, Zelin followed Farodin into the stone hall.

"Druid."

There was no emotional voice in the air. "Why do you appear here, with a night son and a human?"

In Zelin's vigilant eyes, the air in the stone hall gradually distorted, gradually drawing out the figure of a hunter.

A translucent ghost.

"He is an outsider, Abel." Farodin signaled that Zelin could temporarily put down the withered man on his back. "He and his companions were forced to disperse because of the demon attack, so I brought him to seek your help."

"May the prince not die, you always bring us trouble, Druid"

Chapter 2174: Naga's News

The wind blows through the abandoned courtyard overgrown with weeds.

As the breeze passed, more figures gradually appeared in every corner. The sentry squatting on the edge of the cliff, the priest who gathers herbs, the guards guarding the street, the scholar who rummaged through the books. In the blink of an eye, the deserted ruins suddenly became lively. Zelin looked around, and from time to time passing elves and ghosts glanced over, but then he focused on the matter at hand, as if it didn't make any sense to them. Obviously, the ghosts here have autonomous consciousness.

"You came in time, Druid. We are about to give up here." The sentinel ghost called Abel subconsciously stroked the curved bow in her hand, but her hand did not appear to be translucent from pale white as Zelin expected. Through the body of the bow. This means that these ghosts are similar to Maria's situation. They are ghosts in a certain sense, but they are no different from ordinary people in other respects. "The Burning Legion established a demon fortress next to the city of Suramar, and there is also a fel camp to the west of Azsuna. Naga landed on the beach to the south. We must shrink the defense line. I don’t know if outsiders know that the Burning Legion is coming again. If the group of cowards hiding in Suraman dare not face the enemy, we will fight the enemy alone."

"Can you describe the situation here to me?"

Zelin asked. Facing Abel's confused gaze, Farodin helped explain.

"This is an outsider. He is from outside the Broken Isles. Outsiders know about the demon invasion. He and his companions are from overseas, but they were attacked on the sea near Azsuna and were forced to disperse."

Abel lowered his eyes and thought for a while. Then nodded.

"If your companion is not buried in the sea, she is very likely to be captured by Naga." said the ghost elf. She walked out of the meeting room, and Zelin followed. Standing by the hillside, she stretched out her arms and pointed to the northwest: "Did you see the low-lying land in the far valley? That lake."

Zelin nodded.

"That used to be the Nathalas Academy, and most of it is now submerged in the water. Recently, many naga invaded Azsuna along the Oceanus Caves. They set up camps near the Nathalas Academy and detained them. Captive. If you think your companion is still alive, you can go there and have a look. Naga has established a slave camp near the ruins of the Na'Thalas Academy, where the captured shipwreck crew and the residents of the Broken Isles are kept. "Abel retracted his gaze. This is a good outpost that can overlook the southern and central areas of Azsuna, as well as the city of Suramar that is shrouded in the magic enchantment in the distance. "But I don't recommend that you go alone. There are a lot of naga there. I think the only advantage of their existence is to block the Faronaar demon camp for us. It is better to face at least one enemy than to face two enemies at the same time. ."

"Naga?"

"The race that lives in the water." The sentry frowned. "Is the news from outsiders blocked to such a degree?"

"No, I mean, is there any information about the Naga camp?" Zelin continued to ask. This ghost is right. If Vanessa arrives in Azsuna without incident, then she will either hide somewhere or be caught by the naga living in the water. He has to find a way to investigate in the Naga camp. A moment. "Or, is there any information about the demons? I heard that the demons are capturing prisoners in the Broken Isles. Where are they holding the prisoners?"

"I don't understand the movement of the devil, because of that **** prince, we can't leave this land." Abel snorted. "But I think the devil will only hold the captives-if they really do capture them-in the fortress of Suramar and the fel camp of Farona. We call the former the fortress of evil spirits, even if it is standing. On the edge of Azsuna, we can all hear the wailing voices of souls inside. These demons attacked us some time ago and wanted to collect souls."

"I see... If I am going to the Naga's slave camp, do you have any suggestions?"

"This post is not responsible for monitoring the Naga. You are going to the court of Farodis, where the sentries are monitoring the ruins of the Nathalas Academy." Abel pursed his mouth, as if he did not want to talk about it. The same. "I will go to the court soon and report to the court. If you want, you can go with me, unless the druid has other requirements."

Finally, Zelin asked the sentry here if he had noticed Valeira and Tao Shi's trail. Unfortunately, the sentinels here also did not find a similar figure nearby.

"Well, can you take me to meet your prince?" Zelin asked tentatively. In the dialogue, he realized that these ghosts not only have self-awareness, they also have strict organization and management institutions. Maybe these ghosts are actually the rulers of Azsuna, which sounds strange, but after knowing that there is a kingdom of undead in the north of Lordaeron, Zelin will not be surprised what he sees. "I promise I just want to learn about the Naga from your prince... Is there any court etiquette to pay attention to?"

"No need, or you decide to spit in front of him, that's not bad." Abel snorted. "Depart in half an hour."

Seeing the ghost returning to the outpost, Zelin couldn't help showing a trace of confusion. He had never seen his subordinates show such disrespect to the leader, and the people around seemed to have no opinion on it. Either the sentinel named Abel has an extraordinary relationship with the prince, or the prince has done things that disgust his subordinates so that people no longer respect his rule.

"Have you got the information you want?"

Farodin the Valley Walker came over. He had just exchanged some magic crystals with the ghosts with some bottled drinks in the outpost. The withered man awoke, his arms trembling, and the trembling gradually eased after Farodin handed over a crystal to her again.

"Got some, thank you for your help." Zelin thanked Farodin. "If it weren't for you, I might still be looking at these ruins on the coastline, and be at a loss for what to do next." As he said, he glanced at the nearby ghost elves. "Falodin, do you know about Prince Falodis? Why do people here look a little disgusted with this prince?"

"That's a very old story." The druid shrugged. "During the War of the Ancients, Prince Farodis was the ruler of Azsuna. At that time, after learning that Queen Azshara wanted to open the portal through the Well of Eternity and let the demon army into Azeroth, he tried Using some kind of artifact, attacking the Well of Eternity from a long distance and closing the portal. As a result, his attack failed. The power of the artifact killed all the elves of Azsuna in an instant, and imposed a certain curse on their souls. So that they are bound to this land forever. When the magic power is out of balance, it will swallow life in turn, just like the encounter with the Night Son in Suramar. I think after so long, Pharodis should I have long realized the danger of magic. I don’t think his behavior back then was wrong, but he was too superstitious of magic, and some artifacts would only cause destruction by magic alone."

"It sounds like you have some thoughts about this?" Zelin raised his eyebrows. "You know a lot of people."

Farodin smiled bitterly. "Some things are best never to be known, which means a terrible failure."