The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Yamily shook her head: "No, ma'am, I, I have to wait until my husband comes back. He stayed in the Broken Isles to save me, and I can't escape alone."

"If he hasn't returned after the portal is opened, we can leave a letter telling him to wait here for a while and someone will meet him soon."

Talissa looked at Okules, who nodded: "Yes, even if the people in Suramar are fools, Dark Yejing is very sensitive to changes in the magic net. It maintains a long-term network based on the magic net. The portal will be spotted by Elisand. He went to chase the guards, maybe he had already killed those guys, but because of something trapped in other places, he couldn't return."

"But, but I..."

"The plant tells me that someone is approaching." Farodin said suddenly: "Someone has entered Shahr'airan."

The others raised their heads and looked at the spiral staircase above. Talissa made a gesture to Ocules, who began to prepare to open the portal and move them to other places.

"Why are you all down?" Zelin's figure appeared on the stairs: "How is the situation?" He walked down the stairs, and the others breathed a sigh of relief. Talissa put down her raised hand, and Okules stopped working in her hand and wiped his forehead again.

"Sir."

Yamily lifted the skirt and bowed to Zelin. Valtoy looked into his eyes, snorted coldly, and muttered in a low voice. "Like a slave girl."

"We contacted a female mage who called herself Jaina Proudmoore." Talissa explained to Zelin. "She claimed that the portal to here would be opened soon, but she didn't even ask Ocules for the teleportation coordinates. Is this reliable?"

"Don't worry, she can do it." Zelin patted Yamily on the shoulder: "And she has the teleportation coordinates here. It's just... I'm sorry, I brought a bad news. Suramar has a The team guards are rushing here, they are going to search this forest."

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ps: I want to give a reward in the past two days. This book has not been taken seriously until now. I will put 10,000 words here first. I don’t know if anyone is willing to vote... Bonus or 70 blades plus two thousand, counted in the chapter. Starting today.

Chapter 2211 The Revenge of the Withered

"Quick, go ahead, keep up!"

The Lunar Leopard rushed across the lawn and jumped onto the gravel road. Moonlight outlines the ruins in the surrounding shadows. Fifty soldiers followed closely, and the long-distance running did not make them show any fatigue.

"Each of you is leading ten soldiers." Aluriel took the reins and turned to face the Swordsman followers behind him: "Carefully search every ruin, every cave in this area, search every piece. On the lawn, no trace is allowed, no matter whether it is suspicious or not! At least three guards are missing here. Either look for them or find their bodies and act immediately!"

The biting cold wind whizzed through the ruins of Sha'er'ailan, passing through the gap between the rocks and into the temple. The light of the lighting flickered slightly, casting everyone's shadows on the wall.

Zelin walked over and blew out the flames.

"Sir?"

"It's better not to light candles, it's unnecessary." The demon hunter turned around, and several night sons were sitting on the ground, with several empty wine bottles thrown around. Zelin brought back some magic wine from the Moon County Manor. At the beginning, they were a little reserved and said they wanted to find a cup. But after opening the bottle, even the most arrogant Valtoy chose to directly raise his head and drink from the bottle, just like the most common drunk in a tavern. "I think it should be visible here."

The Chadorei did not look up, they were still immersed in the pleasure of drinking magic wine. Kaldorei's eyes glowed with pale golden fluorescence in the dark.

"Yes, Miss Yamilie." said the valleywalker: "In order to avoid being found by the search soldiers, we turned off the magic lights. But this does not mean that their eyes cannot see the light."

"...I'm sorry." Yamily lowered her head: "I thought you would need light..."

The Demon Hunter, Kaldorei, and Chadorei can all see things in the dark, only the Sindorei, who lives in the sun all year round, can't.

"It doesn't matter, you stay with them, if there is any problem, they will definitely help you."

Zelin looked at Cha'dorei, and Talisa nodded. "Yes, please don't worry, outsider. The Son of Night owes you a love. If you have any needs, please speak up. We will definitely return your kindness these days."

"Are you leaving, sir?" Amily heard a little difference in Zelin's words: "What's the matter?"

"When I left, the Suramar guards who came to search here were assembled. I don't know how much time they have advanced." Zelin patted Amelie on the shoulder: "So I want to go outside with Farodin. Go, make some obstacles, create some trouble for them to delay time. Don't worry, I will come back as soon as the portal opens."

"It doesn't matter, even some guards, we can deal with them." Okules licked the corner of his mouth while holding the bottle. "With these magical powers, I am going to set up some traps near the temple, um, how about sending those unlucky ones to the endless sea? This temple is too old, few people set foot, no one knows whether there are any traps in it. . I will try to disguise the trap as older as possible. Oh, yes, remember that only the trail facing the crevice of the rock is safe. When you come back, remember not to walk on those weeds."

"I've written it down." Zelin turned to Kyle Danus: "Your Excellency Arcanist, lend me your wand for use."

Not long after, Zelin and Farodin walked out of the rock gap sideways, and the breeze brought the noise in the distance into the ears of the demon hunter.

"It seems they have arrived."

"What are you going to do?" Farodin squatted down and stroked the knee-high weeds with his palms. "Fight against them directly? I can set up traps in the forest. Perhaps there will be beasts willing to join us. The forest doesn't like such strong arcane erosion."

"It's best if there are some beasts threatening." Zelin looked at the short wand in his hand. This is the soothing wand made by Kel'Danas based on the reaction to the arcane energy shown on Experiment No. 16. Let the violent withered ones calm down: "I don't plan to confront them head-on. The ruler of Suramar still doesn't know what happened outside, let alone that Thalyssa has made contact with the Allied forces of Azeroth. Moreover, It is not just the beasts in the forest who want to fight against Suramar's minions."

Dark clouds drifted past, covering the bright moon, spreading shadows on the land of Suramar.

Arcane magic gleams in the shadowed woodland, and the magic-filled armor of the guards and magic swordsmen is eye-catching in the night. Magic has long been integrated into Suramar’s life. Whether it is daily food, travel, armor forging, or urban architecture, everything cannot be separated from magic. The high concentration of magic immersion for 10,000 years has long turned the city and the outside world into Suramar. Two appearances.

The two guards carefully searched the grass. Together with the other guards around, they pierced the ground with a double-edged knife and a spear to sweep away the weeds. The forest was full of traces of the guards' search. The magic swordsman riding the moon shadow leopard patrolled the forest, urging the soldiers.

"Don't let go of any traces!"

"Search every inch of the land, pay attention to any unusual footprints and traces of magic. Arcanists who betrayed Suramar are likely to hide here!"

"Search the rocks and cliffs, and don't let go of any cave where people can be hidden!"

"Will the betrayers hide here?" a guard asked in a low voice: "The ruins, there are withered people everywhere, who will stay with a bunch of lunatics."

"They are lunatics themselves." Another guard snorted, and a double-edged knife swept across the grass in front of him. The weeds were chopped off, exposing the ground below. "Rebel against the Grand Magister. The Grand Magister holds the power of time. She can see the past and predict the future. Back then, she helped Suramar survive the war of the ancients and survived the collapse of the sky. She is the savior of the Night's Son. , I really can’t think of why there are people who are overpowered. If the world is bound to be destroyed, the Grand Magister’s approach is the safest. Those who take refuge first will survive, and those who surrender later will be killed."

"Ten thousand years ago, we fought the invasion under the leadership of the Grand Magister." The guard whispered, "As a result, ten thousand years later, we became one of them."

"We are not one of them yet. After the victory, the Lord of the Legion will bestow stronger power on every Nightborne who makes the right decision. We can follow the Legion and go to more worlds to capture the magic power of those lower races. It's a waste in their hands...Who is here?!"

The guard suddenly raised the weapon in his hand, and a dark figure rushed out. The double-edged sword flashed in cold light, blood splashed, the head and left arm of the withered man were cut off, the upper body flew out and hit a tree, the lower body staggered two steps forward and knelt to the ground.

"What happened?!" A magic swordsman came riding on the moonshade leopard, he was holding the magic sword in one hand, and his mount seemed to become restless with the emotion of the master. "Who was warning just now?"

"Just a withered man, sir." The guard saluted the Demon Swordsman. "There are withered people everywhere here."

"The withered can't let go either." The Demon Swordsman narrowed his eyes. "Where did the withered men come from? The traitors will do everything possible to fight against Suramar, and the places where the withered men gather will also be searched."

"Yes, sir..."

"Your Excellency, there are withered people here too!"

Suddenly, more panicked shouts came from behind them.

"To the north, there are withered people to the north! There are about thirty!"

"There is a shadow moving in the west, yes, the light there... is the eyes of the withered!"

The cold wind blew, but could not blow off the cold sweat on his forehead. The guards, holding their weapons, stepped back one after another, forming a circle back to back. In the gloomy forest, a pair of white-lighted eyes emerged. The once exiled withered men walked out of the forest one by one, encircling the guards and magic swordsmen full of magic light all over the open space. The torture of magic addiction left them only with a hunger for magic power. They grinned, their uncontrollable saliva tickled onto their skinny bodies, and they stretched out their arms and staggered towards the source of magic power in front of them.

"We are surrounded!"

More and more shadows walked out of the forest, and the black crowd was like a slow-flowing asphalt, swallowing all the magical things in front of them. The closer the guards are surrounded, the faster the speed of these withered. Originally, they only moved by simple instinct, but when something full of magic appeared in front of them, it was like putting a piece of bloodshot flesh in front of a hungry beast. The guard kills one withered, and more withered rushes up. Death and blood have long been unable to cause fear in a brain that has been tortured to madness by magic addiction.

"We need reinforcements!"

"There are also behind, be careful, behind!"