The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The shadow stopped in front of the corner of the stone wall, Zelin stared at the ground. After a few seconds, the figure of the withered man shook, like a person with a broken leg, swaying and turning.

Whoosh--

The dagger pierced like lightning, pierced through the withered chin, and pierced out of the back spine. The withered man opened his mouth abruptly, the demon hunter turned his wrist, and almost only the outer skin of his head fell off. Before falling to the ground, Zelin stretched out his left hand to catch it, then leaned the corpse that was about to fall with his shoulder, and slowly laid the corpse flat on the ground.

Inside the stone pavilion, the withered person still crouched, and there was a dry gurgling sound in his throat.

To deal with a group of irrational creatures, the only advantage is that there is no need to hide the corpse. Even if there are other withered people here, there will be no alarm. Only the primitive instinct for magic is left in their bodies. After looking left and right, after confirming that no withered person was approaching, the demon hunter raised his hand in the direction of the stone pillar and extended his thumb.

Yamily in a trench coat bent over and trot over on tiptoe.

"Sir." There was a hint of tension in her tone, and a hint of excitement that Zelin didn't understand. She had a short sword in her hand, and Zelin gave her this weapon after entering the ruins. No magic can be used here, any fluctuations in magic power may attract the attention of nearby withered people, which is tantamount to throwing torches at the hive.

"Come with me, this road is safe."

Zelin finally looked at the stone pavilion. The withered man inside hugged his arms and murmured like a dream. But it has long been unable to speak any meaningful words. Perhaps not long ago, a few years ago, it might have been a resident of Suramar, living a decent and safe life, with family and friends, and possibly rivals. But now, he was banished, lost his magic, and became a withered. Who would know what happened to this withered man?

Behind the stone road is a **** leading to the top. At the end of the **** is a double-layered sanctuary. At the top of the sanctuary is a spiral staircase connected to the stone road, which can directly reach the second floor. Zelin was holding the dagger, while walking, staring at the surroundings vigilantly.

"Sir..."

"Go up, there is a gorge behind this temple. Go around and we will be temporarily safe." Zelin looked at the direction he was walking, and pointed his thumb to the back. "Go to the door, don't go in, squat down, don't make any noise. At least outside the temple, I didn't see the enemy."

Yamily nodded, bent down, and walked up the spiral staircase in small steps.

The effect of the cat potion allows him to see many traces that are difficult for ordinary people to detect. There were at least four withered voices nearby, their breathing, footsteps and low growl. Many exiled night children chose to flee here, hoping that the abandoned magic web node still has enough magic power to keep them alive, but there has never been hope here. Maybe they have lost their minds when they find that they can't get any magic power from here at all.

There are several temples in the highest part of the ruins. Zelin didn't go to the one in the middle, the largest and best-preserved relic. Although it is more convenient to reach the opposite side of the cliff from a high place, there are many withered people there. There are too many. Zelin can solve them, but he can't guarantee that it won't attract the attention of other withered people. No one knows how many Nightborne Sons have been exiled by Suramar over the years.

In Dalaran before, Xisali mentioned it when chatting with Zelin at night. In Kalimdor, there is also an ancient city similar to Suramar, the ancient wizard magic research field in Feralas. Later, when the sky fell apart and the kingdom was destroyed, those upper elves sealed themselves in it with magic. But they were not like Suramar, who had enough magical power sources, so that the magical powers in the city blocked by them became less and less.

So those upper elves kept shrinking their living space in exchange for a high concentration of magical environment. As a result, more than half of the city was occupied by ogres, and people only remember the name of the hammer of doom. But even so, magic cannot meet the needs of so many people. So the leader of the wizard who controlled the city began to gradually execute the residents in the exile, like a lottery, no one knows when the guards will come up to pronounce the death penalty. Those who are still alive are also fighting for the only remaining magic power. In the end, after Shandris Feathermoon broke the Hammer of Doom, only a few dozen high-level elves were still alive and joined the night elves.

The attic of the temple, leaning outside the door, after listening for a few seconds, Zelin stretched out his finger and made a quiet gesture to Yamily. Then he stretched out three fingers to indicate that there were three targets, and then turned his fingers to the bottom, indicating that the target was on the bottom layer.

Yamily stared at Zelin's gesture blankly.

After a few seconds, the demon hunter sighed.

"From the sound of breathing, there are at least three withered people in this temple. Unless there is a fourth one I don't hear, they are all in the lower level. We don't have to go down." He lowered his voice, making sure that there were only two of them. Can hear: "Did you see the opposite cliff? The pine tree."

The dilapidated temple is located on the edge of a cliff with a raging river below. On the opposite side of the cliff, a pine tree stands on the edge, and when the surrounding poplar trees are falling leaves, they still remain dark green.

Yamily nodded.

"I will tie the rope to the arrow and shoot it out with a crossbow. Then tie the other end of the rope to the stone pillar. You are very light, and you should be able to grab the rope and climb over."

"How about you, sir?"

"Don't worry, this cliff is nothing to me."

Zelin walked to the edge of the attic, and Yamily took a step, just about to follow, the sole of the shoe made a slight click when it hit the ground. After hesitating for a few seconds, she took off her boots and came up on tiptoe with them.

After Zelin fixed the rope, he tugged. After confirming that he should be able to bear the weight of Yamily, he waved to the blood elf. "Quickly pass."

Yamily grabbed the rope in embarrassment, hung it, and began to move a little bit to the opposite side of the canyon. In the distance, patrolling demons can be vaguely seen on the long bridge built by Night Son. Yamily's speed is not fast, for a mage apprentice, she has never done such a thing. Even when she was serving her mentor, her mentor would not let her go to the mountains to gather herbs, let alone like this. The blood elf frowned and moved a little bit to the opposite side with difficulty.

Suddenly, the ear of the demon hunter heard an unusual sound of footsteps. It was the sound of heavy iron boots stepping on a stone road.

This is very abnormal. There is not much clothes left on the Withered Man, only a few of the tailoring skills of the Nightborne can be seen sporadically, not to mention wearing iron boots, and walking calmly.

Looking in the direction of the sound, Ze Lin took a deep breath.

The two **** guards armed with giant axes patrolled northward along the ruined avenue, the direction of patrol was close to the location of the temple where they were.

Yamily only climbed to less than half of the position.

Looking left and right, the devil moved along the road, and they were slowly patrolling. This is not searching for them. Apparently, the devil did not know that he and Yamily had arrived here. This should be a routine patrol. But these demons are not like the withered ones, and it is impossible for them to not see the existence of Yamily and Zelin.

Lowering his head and rummaging in the package for a while, Zelin took out a water bag. This is his last bag of magical water, and Yamily almost drank all the drinks he carried this day. Tie the water bag under the tip of the crossbow arrow. The devil looked around, using a double-edged axe from time to time to chop the withered people on the roadside, and let out a deep laugh.

There were some footsteps on the first floor, and the withered below seemed to have noticed something.

Raising the crossbow arrow, aiming at the direction of the demon guard, opened the cork, and a light blue mist floated out.

The footsteps below became intense in an instant, and he climbed up the stairs.

Pulling the trigger, the crossbow arrow dashed through the air carrying the water bag, and then fell down, disappearing behind a stone wall.

"Sir?" Yamily's deliberately lowered yell came from behind. "What is this?"

"It's nothing, hurry over." Zelin waved his hand vigorously, and he took two steps back. The ground seemed to vibrate slightly. "Hurry up, hurry up!"

"Oh!"

The footsteps under the stairs suddenly stopped, and then ran back. It didn't take long for Zelin to see the three withered people running madly in the direction where the water bag disappeared. Several figures also rushed out of the courtyard in the distance. The demons noticed the sudden anomaly, they raised their weapons and stared at the withered man who suddenly moved vigilantly.

At the next moment, the entire temple seemed to be trembling--a group of withered people suddenly surged out of the stairs leading down from the central temple. The gray figures gathered together, like a serpentine giant snake, rushing to the place where the water bag fell to the ground. The water of magic power was continuously flowing out of it, and the water bag dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye. The demons stared around in panic. They waved their weapons and killed the two close withers, but more withered people swept past like locusts. Before they waved their weapons again, they knocked them down and submerged them from where they were. Ran over directly.

A withered person threw on the water bag, and then was pressed down by more of his clan behind him, another withered person grabbed the water bag, and before he could drink it in the future, several arms immediately grabbed his wrist. Countless pale beasts rushed to the same place, as if the victims who had been suffering for several days in the desert finally saw an oasis. Zelin watched the scene in front of him, until Amily shook the rope before calling his attention back.

"Sir!"

In the distance, the demon camp seemed to notice the anomaly here, with many demon figures appearing on the edge of the camp.

Zelin walked quickly to the rope, grabbed the rope, cut it with a knife, and jumped up at the same time. With the help of the swing of the rope, the demon hunter swam through the canyon. Looking at the approaching rock wall, he lifted his leg and stepped on the rock when he collided with the rock wall, bending his knees to reduce the impact of inertia.

When he climbed up the canyon, he looked back, only to see a skinny arm lifting the water bag, and an arm that had been torn off firmly on the water bag. Then, the raised arm was also thrown to the ground by other withered people who stepped on the same race to climb up.

"Sir?" Yamily grabbed Zelin's arm. Asked tentatively.

"It's nothing." Zelin shook his head, grabbed the crossbow bolt on the pine tree with both hands, and pulled it off with force. "Let's go."

Chapter 2193: The Intruder of Shahr'airan

"He was trapped in the Broken Isles in order to save a blood elf prisoner?"

In Dalaran, Sunrena looked at the command in her hand in surprise: "Is that blood elf his friend?"

"He said you have a way to figure out where he is." Carre spread his hands out: "How?"

"I don't know where he is, but if he is with the blood elf, I can locate it." Sharona put away her order. "The blood elf was once released on parole, but just in case, the prison placed a positioning spell on every prisoner who left temporarily to prevent the prisoner from escaping. His idea should be to locate the blood elf by locating it. His position."

"Is it convenient?"

"Of course, sir, please come with me, the warden is in the Violet Prison."

Passing through the pool in the prison courtyard, and walking along the stone bridge in the middle of the pool to the gate of the prison fortress, two Kirin Tor guards saluted Kare. After the explanations of Carly and Sunrena, the warden and the war mage in the prison immediately set out to find the whereabouts of the blood elves.