The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Kadgar asked me to tell this. There is a strong magical barrier near the Broken Isles. They are interfering with the teleportation coordinates. Even if we land on the beach, the wizards cannot establish a stable portal to transport the follow-up troops. The beach. Similarly, we can’t transport the wounded to a safe place.” Jaina lifted the sea breeze's temples behind her ears: “Dalaran can gain some advantages in this war risk, but no one can. Determine how far it can be if the transmission is disrupted."

"Every war is risky, Jaina." Varian narrowed his eyes slightly, and the scar across his cheek was even more vicious: "I have fought countless battles throughout my life. I never thought there would be a war where the fruits of victory are at your fingertips. . Stopping the Legion will definitely pay a price, many heroes will pay for it, and I may also die."

"Varian, Anduin can't lose you yet."

"I can never lose Anduin, Jaina." Varian stood up straight, and he looked sideways at Jaina. "I can't leave him a future in which he is enslaved by the Legion. Dalaran is ready to tell the others to leave for Broken Beach tomorrow morning."

The huge war camp became lively again, and everyone was making final preparations. The soldiers polished their weapons, the mage selected the necessary potions, the priests and paladins prayed for tomorrow's battle in the barracks, and the hunters and the musketeers counted the bullets and arrows in the ammunition bags. The soldiers gathered in twos and threes, and each bonfire was filled with food and wine, as well as the necessary Blackstone coffee, so that no one would be drunk and delay the next day's battle.

Robust orcs and dwarves carried wooden crates full of cannonballs and gunpowder from dry slate clearings to ships docked in the bay. In the bay, the fleets of the Alliance and the Horde were very distinct. The night elf frigate full of natural flavor and the alliance sail boat docked on the left side of the bay. The helicopter hovering above the fleet is the pilot preparing for the final adjustment of the aircraft. On the right side of the bay, there are ghastly undead horror fleets and orcs combining steel and hardwood ships. On the deck, goblins are busy refitting logging machines to replace large saw wheels capable of cutting flesh and tearing armor.

"How many charges have been lowered?"

"Basically completed, Lord Khadgar is ready." Several teleportation wizards followed Jaina. "The **** sword that was collected that day after defeating the black knight, that sword...has the seal left by the guardians of the past."

"Seal?" Jaina walked into a camp with many scrolls. These are war supplies donated by the people of Azeroth. Several mages are surrounding a magic circle drawn on the ground, which roughly shows the outline of the Broken Isles: "What seal?"

"That's a magic sword, ma'am. The magic seal on it blocks its power. The power on it is evil and dangerous, but it contains extremely powerful energy. So Lord Khadgar decided to use this sword to charge it. , It consumes the dangerous power above and uses it to fight the demons, so the charging speed is very fast."

"This is good news." Jaina stopped, and she turned around: "Can you tell me what is wrong now, eh? I believe if everything goes well, Khadgar will not be so nervous to send you over, or The night before we set off for combat."

"The most important issue now is that we have identified three locations. Taking into account the interference caused by the barriers, those three locations are the closest to the Broken Beach. Your Excellency Khadgar believes that it is best to approach the Collect data on the ground in the Broken Isles, and then when the coalition forces are fighting against the devil, they will go down to fight." said the leading teleporter. "The plan must be changed. Originally, Dalaran landed first to weaken the power of the demons, and then the coalition forces landed. But at noon today, some abnormal magic signals appeared in the Suramar area near the Broken Beach. The magic barrier there was not what we expected. So strong, some magical fluctuations can penetrate it."

"So Khadgar is going to collect teleport coordinates again?"

"Yes." The mage nodded: "If we can find more accurate coordinates and land directly on top of the devil's head. Maybe we can destroy the entire Demon Legion on the Broken Beach in one fell swoop. Without the main force, the demon forces on the islands are unable to fight the coalition forces."

"The premise is that the magic wave is not some kind of misleading or interference, right?" Jaina asked back: "Otherwise, not only will we not be able to get a more accurate transmission beacon, but more soldiers will be in the first offensive of the devil. The sacrifice was in vain. If the coalition forces are severely damaged in the offensive, even if the main demon force is exiled, they will not be able to completely conquer the Broken Isles before the Burning Legion returns to Azeroth."

"Your Excellency Khadgar said, this is an adventure, but it is better than teleportation. The coalition forces are defeated at the Broken Beach." The mage said nervously: "He said that everyone will make sacrifices, all for Azeroth. Si."

Jaina sighed slowly.

"I will tell Varian immediately, you guys..."

"Madam! We found it!" Suddenly, a mage guarding the magic circle exclaimed: "Yes, it's a teleportation signal! Someone opened the portal in the Suramar area and made a crack in the magic barrier. We are Track location!"

Chapter 2210: The Pursuit of the Magic Swordsman

On the long trail, fifty fully armed guards led by six moonshade leopard riders walked out of the Suramar barrier. The magic sword on the rider's waist is shining with lavender brilliance, and the armor lines of the magic swordsmen are elegant, and the lines of the magic are walking through the lines. Beauty and practicality coexist. The guard with a double-edged sword stepped neatly with a serious look.

"Hilgreen, did you patrol the southwestern section of the Great Trail and found nothing unusual?"

The leading Demon Swordsman raised his chest up. "You left the enchantment once before and returned after an hour. What did you do when you went out?"

"It's the Withered, Lord Aluriel." Hilgrin saluted the magic swordsman in front of him. "In the northeast, I noticed withered people gathering. I suspected that they were trying to attack the city after the enchantment subsided, so I led my subordinates to defeat them."

Hilgrin put a look of awe on his face without concealing it.

Aluriel has always had an extraordinary talent for magic. She is also easily promoted all the way in the Night Guard, because she is also a natural sword master. But no matter how strong she becomes, she still yearns for stronger power. She entered Suramar University to study with the mages, practicing martial arts during the day and forging skills at night. She casts magic in the dark night well to create precious metals, and uses these metals to create her own weapons and armor. Therefore, as a master of magic and swordsmanship, as well as an excellent blacksmith, she became the first magic swordsman in the history of Suramar, responsible for leading the guard to protect the dark fortress. Every magic swordsman is in awe of her.

"Assemble your troops, and tell every magic swordsman you meet to move forward to Sha'er Ailan!"

"Shar Ailan, why, sir?"

Hilgrin's eyes were surprised. "I remember there was only a ruin left there."

"Yes, Tai Wen, who was sent to the Fengfeng Peak yesterday, lost contact. Today, the guards who were sent to Shahr'ailand before sunset also have no news. I suspect that there is something wrong with Shahr'ailam. Traitor Tali Sa will not die so easily, she may hide outside to gather the remnants of the party!" Aluriel pulled up the reins: "Go now, and we must catch the traitors before they regroup!"

"Madam, maybe we should send a spy first?" Hilgrin walked by the Moonshade in Aluriel. "Not long ago, the allies of the Evil Soul Fortress questioned our actions. If we attack without any evidence, it will not be conducive to the plan of the Grand Magister."

"Do you know what kind of power Shahr Ailan might have hidden? No, the power of the ancient temple must never fall into the hands of traitors." Aluriel squinted slightly, and she raised her head to look into the distance: " The magic power there belongs to me, belongs to the Grand Magister, and belongs to Suramar! The enhancement of Suramar's power can also provide a boost to the great cause of the Legion. Let's go!"

Hilgrin quickly stepped aside, Aluriel flicked the reins, five magic swordsmen followed behind him, the guards quickened their pace, the sound of running echoed in the woods outside the city, and disappeared in front of the magic swordsman’s eyes. Between dense forests.

"Look, we found it!" In the Shal'ailan Temple, Ocules subconsciously wiped his forehead, but in the cold temple, people couldn't feel the heat: "I'm trying to get around the barrier of Suramar City. , This enchantment is very delicate, but to be honest, they really want to show their magic skills in front of the demon master. If I do it, I will make the enchantment more concealed, making it difficult for the attacker to find it. Location. Now they directly show the barrier in front of everyone. I think that as long as the outside mages are not fools, give them a little time to find the flaws in the barrier."

At the bottom of the temple, Ocules stood on a magic circle, and a map of Suramar was projected on the wall. Talissa stood behind him, staring at the projection in front of him. When Yamily stayed stiffly in the corner, she sometimes looked at the technician who was operating the teleportation magic, and sometimes lifted the ladder to look up. On the other side, Kyle Danus grabbed his experimental body and talked with Farodin the Valley Walker. The arcanist looked a little excited, he kept asking, and before Farodin had finished answering, he would raise a second question. After Experiment No. 16, an unfamiliar female arcanist looked at the Withered in disgust.

"We are very grateful for your contribution to space science, Okules." Talissa frowned: "Can you send the distress signal?"

"The signal has been sent out. What I'm doing is...Look here, this place." Ocules pointed to a small dot on the map: "Someone is responding to us. It's just that their response technology is too bad. It may be very nervous and excited, just like discovering an unknown civilization race. I can’t contact them directly, otherwise I will be discovered by Suramar’s monitors.”

"How much time will it take?"

"Soon, no more than tonight." Ocules rubbed his hands: "If I can provide more magic power, I will be able to use them to break this barrier soon. But now I can mobilize less magic power. Many, I can't waste them."

"If you can get in touch with outsiders... it's best to communicate directly with them through the portal." Talissa's fingers rubbed her skinny cheeks subconsciously: "To counterattack Suramar, we need An army, a strong army. Even if they are not strong, they have to be large in number."

"Are you sure, Talissa?" The female arcanist walked over, her body also shriveled by losing her magical powers: "Invaded Suramar with the power of a foreign race? The Night's Son is about to fall to this point. Is it?"

The dark figure of the Suramar guard flashed across the maple forest.

"If Elisand will not invite the devil to take over the city, no matter how many conflicts I have with her, I will not choose to resort to force and split the race, Valtoy." Talissa looked serious: "In the rule of the devil and foreign races. Between helping, I would rather choose the latter. This will cause damage to Chadorei, but I must find a way to do less damage. And..."

Talissa looked at the blood elves who tried to make themselves look less conspicuous, and Farodin who explained to Keldanus: "The ancient relatives established their kingdoms in the outside world, and I intend to seek Kaldorei. With the help of Xin'dorei. They are also elves and should understand Xia'dorei's difficulties."

"On the one hand are the descendants of the upper elves who served Queen Azshara and the demons, although they later set things right; on the other are the night elves who believe in moon gods and nature and oppose magic, but they are very firm in their stand against demons." Valtoy He sighed: "Is there no better compromise? For example, a group of elves who resist the devil and support the development of magic?"

"There is never a good thing that is perfect." Talissa said blankly.

"Just like we choose to resist the devil, the price is that we must use the leftovers that we used to feed the dog to sustain life?" Valtoy looked at the crystallized ancient magic in his hand: "I am a little envious of the rebels who are still hidden in Suramar. Up."

"Everyone is risking their lives, Valtoy, stop complaining." Talissa shook his head: "We also need your magic net technology to re-adjust Suramar's underground magic net to provide us with energy. How is the progress of this matter?"

"That Sin'dorei, she has some talent for magic." Valtoy glanced at Yamily, who gave a dry smile and looked away: "Unfortunately, her mentor must be very incompetent, with a lot of basic knowledge. She hasn't been taught systematically. But as an apprentice, she is more clever and hardworking than all the students I have taught before."

The iron boots stepped across the yellow lawn, mixed with the commander's yelling commands.

"I asked if she would like to be my apprentice." Valtoy retracted his gaze and snorted softly. "But she said that she has to wait until the gentleman returns before making a decision. An elf will rely on other races to make a decision. I doubt how much power Sin'dorei still has."

"Oh! I succeeded, Talissa, come here soon!" Ocules' voice interrupted the conversation between the two arcanists: "They are getting in touch with us. Access..."

The attention of everyone in the temple was attracted by Ocules, and Talissa quickly walked towards the teleporter. The magic power gathered above the magic circle, gradually drawing out the appearance of a human female wearing a robes.

"This is Jaina Proudmoore, speaking on behalf of the members of the Azeroth Alliance Mage." The projected gaze swept across the dark temple in front of him: "Please indicate your identity, contact person."

"Ms. Proudmoore?!" Yamily cried out.

Jaina looked in the direction of the sound, and she frowned: "Blood Elf? Is this a failed boring experiment?"

"Salute you, the mage from the outside world." Talissa walked to Yamili and blocked the blood elves: "We are Suramar's night sons. My people did a battle with the demon army in the city. Terrible deal, can we have the opportunity to have a face-to-face meeting with you? This matter is very important. If you maintain teleportation for a long time, you will be discovered by the devil. This is about the survival of Azeroth!" Talissa added.

"Suramar?" Jaina seemed to think of something. "I understand. I will immediately order the mage to prepare to open the teleportation channel at your coordinates. Please maintain the beacon."

After all, Jaina's projection disappeared in the air.

"The portal is open, Sin'dorei." Talissa turned to look at Yamily. "You can go back to your clan and go back to a safe place."