The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Zelin closed his mouth immediately. If the Magic Swordsman could hear him, he would definitely not let Lilith Moon County and Hilgrin put them in danger. But he didn't think it would do them any good to let those who played for Elisand go back to pass the news.

The brilliance of the teleportation spell became stronger and stronger, Zelin took out the flying knife: "Kill her?"

"No." Talissa shook her head. She stared at the Swordsman suspended in mid-air, and narrowed her eyes slightly: "I want Elisand to know that her end is near, even if she is the strongest under her. The running dog will not be my opponent!"

Sunrena didn't pay attention to Xia'Dorei's words, she slammed the magic staff to the ground: "Stand firmly, it's time to go home!"

The dazzling white light enveloped the whole temple, and tears flowed from the corners of the eyes of the magic swordsman who was looking directly at the strong light.

The light flashed, and the temple fell silent again. After a few seconds, there was a heavy fall in the darkness.

The Magic Swordsman fell to the ground. She quickly got up, grabbed the magic sword and rushed to the place where the teleportation disappeared. After looking around, she didn't find any valuable traces. She yelled angrily and stomped the sword to the ground. Throw it sharply.

"You will never escape, traitor!"

Chapter 2213: The Battle of Broken Beach

It's dawn.

The fleet of the Azeroth Allied Forces headed toward the Broken Isles in the direction of the sun. The setting sun slowly rose above the sea level, spreading blood on the bulging sails.

Standing on the bow of the ship, the light wind stirred the bangs of the Supreme King of the Alliance, and the golden-forged giant eagle spread its wings in the wind, just like a soldier of the Alliance. Around the huge sailing warship, small purple wooden frigates are distributed around the warship. The elite archers and musketeers on the warship are ready to cover the warship with intensive firepower. In the sky, helicopters roared past.

On the right side of the Breaking Sky, the metal paddles on both sides of the tribal airship slide, controlling the distance to maintain the same speed as the Breaking Sky, like a giant whale swimming in the sky. Dark gray undead fleets and orc steel battleships are all over the sea, dotted with the destroyers of the Darkspear trolls. Excellent shadow hunters and strong orc infantry have long been waiting in line on the deck. Sylvanas stood on the bow of the airship, followed by twelve dark rangers wearing dark cloaks. These undead archers who were once high elves still maintain the fighting skills they learned before their lives, with a pair of scarlet sharp eyes as if to see through the dark clouds in the distance.

This may be the only time in ten thousand years that can rival the Demon Alliance during the War of the Ancients. The raised sails almost obscured the sea. Helicopters and warships followed the flight of aviation warships. At least four airships floated in the air of the fleet. After the landing ship has disappeared at sea level, the warships behind have just sailed out of the bay and headed for an unknown battlefield.

"The fleet has already set off."

Zelin caught the queen with his fingers and moved three squares to the front right. "Your Highness, it's your turn."

"I have been praying in my heart, father, Aunt Jaina, Tirion, Baine, and so many heroes and warriors of Azeroth." Anduin lowered his head, he picked up the castle and glanced at the chessboard. Move forward four squares and aim at the horse of the Demon Hunter. Lifting his head, the little prince smiled bitterly at Shang Zelin's surprised eyes. "If only one day I can have the composure like you. I don't know why, there is always a voice in my heart telling me that this war is difficult to win. Burning Legion, their strength is too strong. So many warriors , I look forward to the safe return of every ship, but I know that this is just an extravagant hope."

After Sunrena transferred everyone, they arrived in Dalaran. Dalaran is about to conduct a highly classified combat operation, so Zelin first came to Stormwind City through the portal. He didn't want to appear head-on on the battlefield against the Burning Legion. There were many powerful demons in the Legion, and he couldn't take any risk of being discovered by the demons from another world. After learning that he had returned to Stormwind City, the little prince invited him to Stormwind Fortress.

"You should think so, Your Royal Highness." Zelin said softly, "Impatient can't make your enemy weak, nor can it increase your own strength. On the contrary, he will weaken your judgment and make you fall into a trap. , In danger. Just like now." He pointed to the chessboard. "Your castle wants to protect the bishop targeted by my queen, but you didn't find out, is it exactly where my knight is attacking?"

"Oh?" Anduin widened his eyes in surprise, then patted his thigh: "Hey! I was negligent."

"Need to go back to the previous step?"

"No, chess is like Hearthstone cards. Since the dice have been thrown, there is no room for turning back." Anduin shook his head. "Like this time, if possible, how I would like to go back nine years ago, before the Countess of Prestor came to Stormwind. My mother is still alive, my father is strategizing in Stormwind Fortress, and the Scourge is blocked. Lordaeron, Stormwind City is being rebuilt. Although it was very simple and poor at that time, everyone believed that our return would be better and the kingdom would prosper and prosper again, just like gradually rebuilding and repairing the city, return to me The age of King Ryan, his grandfather, even surpassed it."

"Everyone will miss the past, Your Royal Highness." Zelin picked up the knight and knocked over the castle: "Because it is always the present that suffers, and the unknown is the future. The past will always exist in beautiful memories. Apprentices will miss the carefree In the days of worry, the master will miss the era of apprenticeship. The old man always remembers the time when he can work. Believe me, your majesty, in a few years, you will miss the days of fighting the Burning Legion now, and then take it as Stories are told to the children every day."

Anduin chuckled softly: "I have never seen such a way to enlighten people, Zelin. Velen always teaches me to believe that the future is bright, but your statement is completely opposite. You are telling me that the future is dark. Yes, so do you want to cherish the present?"

"No, your majesty, the future is something you will inevitably get. You hold it now, and you lose the past forever." Zelin moved the king to avoid the bishop's approach: "People will be nostalgic, but because they lost After that time, people criticized the present because they were confident. Are the old things better than the present? Is the future necessarily worse than today? No, the past may not be the best, and the future may not change. It's worse, it all depends on the present. So I can't be sure what will become in the future, but I think, instead of wasting time to complain about myself, why not start thinking of ways to save the decline right away?"

Anduin propped his chin with one hand, he thought for a while and nodded.

"Yes, maybe the future is very difficult, maybe the future is beautiful, but if we don't do anything now, then we have no future." After a pause, he sighed, retreated the bishop back, and approached an advancing one. Soldier: "I still... can't reach the level of my father. He is a legend, and I, I can't reach his level."

"No one comes up to be a legend." Zelin observed the chessboard: "His Royal Highness, I always think that no matter how powerful a person is, he can only achieve a certain level. Those who can truly achieve a career will definitely have many helpers. With friends. I would rather give a trustworthy warrior an artifact, make a reliable ally and partner, than forcibly take any benefits as my own, even if it can bring me an improvement in strength. Before I I ran into a trouble, but that night, I did nothing. A few of my friends helped me solve the problem."

"Well... this is the usual practice of the alliance. In a world of crisis, there must be more allies to ensure peace and stability and protect the safety of the subjects." Anduin nodded: "I always think that the alliance More like-minded alliances and races should be recruited to strengthen the power to maintain world peace."

Zelin raised his eyes and stared at Anduin, and Anduin still lowered his gaze, observing the chessboard.

"If those races are really willing to join the alliance. An alliance must be like-minded and voluntary." He said slowly, and emphasized the pronunciation of the word voluntary: "The alliance that is forcibly twisted together by crisis and strength will soon It will fall apart under pressure. No one wants to see the leader of an alliance collapse in coups, right? An alliance that looks like a divorce, it is better not to, otherwise it will be different from the Burning Legion."

Outside the window, the sky was gloomy, and dark clouds passed from the north.

"I thought you would come with that Ethereal friend. I really want to learn from the Ethereal what they have seen and heard. For people living in Azeroth, you can learn that there are so many outside of Azeroth. A world full of civilization is indeed amazing." Anduin sat upright. "I believe that if the orcs did not drink the blood of the devil back then, the civilization exchanges between Outland and Azeroth might be more peaceful and meaningful. Maybe, back then, humans could form a better alliance with the orcs, Rather than the current hostility. The blood feud in the past is too deep."

"Perhaps, some things take time. However, no matter how much time I think, I can't understand the motivations of a business-focused race. Although some races may look the same, they are very different on the inside. Zelin smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Tuvis thinks...the front line of the battlefield is a good opportunity to sell magic items, and can take the opportunity to make friends with many races in Azeroth and expand business."

He originally planned to find the Ethereal, and then leave as soon as possible while others are still focusing on the Battle of Broken Beach and return to his world. Zelin didn't want to get into any trouble, but the Ethereal didn't know why, so he decided to go to Broken Beach first. According to him, the money made this trip can definitely make up for the cost of the demon hunter's purchase of griffins. Zelin doubted it, but even if it wasn't enough, he didn't plan to stay here any longer. These high-gold coins are enough to cope with his current dilemma.

According to the plan, he should stay in his castle now, relax his nerves in the tub, instead of playing chess with Anduin in the Stormwind Fortress.

"I can't understand either." Anduin shook his head, and he temporarily changed the subject. "I really want to do something, instead of staying in an empty castle, waiting helplessly for the news from the front line. I suddenly understood why my father wanted me to be a soldier and be able to stand with the soldiers in times of danger. Being together is far better than staying behind the king waiting for news. You have proven your strength in many operations. Can you tell me, do you think there are any omissions in the plan for this war?"

Zelin leaned back on the back of the chair. He flashed his eyes and thought for a while, then shook his head: "I don't think so, don't worry, Your Highness, Your Majesty Varian and the other warriors and heroes will return safely."

The demon hunter's mind suddenly appeared before they evacuated, the figure of the demon swordsman who almost caught up with them.

Really not?

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ps: Thank you for the blade yesterday. From now on, at least 10,000 words will be updated every day until the 100,000 words are added and updated. Today, I will put four changes and 12,000 words first, and continue tomorrow.......

Chapter 2214: The Light of Hope

Today, the number of demons in the Dark Night Fortress is unusually small. Many powerful demon leaders have already gone to the Broken Beach under Gul'dan’s orders, but the withered flowers and marble walls are burnt to black spots by evil fire, which are like ugly in the elegant and gorgeous decoration of the fortress. Scars.

Aluriel strode along the main road in the courtyard of the Dark Night Fortress. Botanists cultivated magical and magical plants in the courtyard. The thorn flowers that walk around like animals and clusters, a group of small flowers in a large Led by the thorn flower, they ran back and forth in the courtyard, like a school of fish in the sea. The guards on guard also cast their eyes on these flower beds from time to time, but Orurel has no interest in this. She has never thought that these plants have any meaning. They can’t bring power. They just waste magic power. The only value is to become A practice target for the newly recruited magic swordsmen and guards. Unfortunately, the plants in this area are strictly prohibited from being injured.

Entering the main building of the Dark Night Fortress, the nobles of Chadorei who gathered in twos and threes nodded and bowed to Aluriel. Everyone knows that she is the chief general under Elisand, the commander-in-chief of Suramar's mighty swordsman and the night fortress guard. Most of the people who can stay here are the family leaders and advisers trusted by Elisand. Generally speaking, Aluriel will respond to their greetings, but now, she is not in such a mood. The consultants and nobles frowned at her rudeness. But this doesn't make any sense. Suramar has no powerful nobles anymore. Any family that opposes the Grand Magister will be cut off from the supply of magic wine. Without the supply of magic power, they can only kneel down in front of the Grand Magister and pray for forgiveness.

Along the spiral staircase, there is no guard above the night fortress. In fact, the Grand Magister is the person who needs the least protection in Suramar. No one in this city can surpass her, even the chief arcanist who has become a traitor is still in front of Elisande’s magic. Vulnerable. A magician who lived for ten thousand years and mastered the power of time, her power was far beyond many people's imagination.

The magic power in the air became stronger and stronger, Aluriel took a deep breath, and the cells in his body seemed to shout joyfully in the high concentration of magic power. As the first magic swordsman, she was one of the few people who could get so close to the Well of Dark Night.

"Your Excellency the Grand Magister." Aluriel half-kneeled in front of the closed arch: "I have news about the traitor Talissa."

After a few seconds, the door slowly opened to the sides. In the center of the cylindrical hall, a straight upward beam of light rushes with rich and pure energy. The beam of light is surrounded by a stone well, and the vine-like sculptures on the stone are spiraling upwards around the beam of light. A figure stood with his back to the arch, standing in front of the beam of light, pondering, and a long shadow was cast on the steps outside the arch.

"Come in."

Aluriel stood up and walked into the secret room. The concentration of magic in the secret chamber far exceeds that of any place in Azeroth. In every place that Nightborne dreams of, only the left and right hands trusted by the Grand Magister can enter this room.

But unfortunately, Talissa betrayed this trust.

"Your Excellency, the traitor Talissa is still alive. She is hiding in the ruins of the shrine in Sha'er'airan. She has already contacted the outsider. When I arrived, the outsider's wizard helped her escape." Er knelt down behind Elisand and lowered his head: "I am ashamed, Your Excellency the Grand Magus. I was blocked by her time stagnation. But Talissa will definitely reveal Suramar’s deployment and the Legion’s intelligence. To outsiders, I suggest warning allies that outsiders are very likely to change their combat plans based on Talissa’s intelligence."

The Grand Magister was silent for a while, and she stretched out her hand and gently stroked the edge of the dark night well with her index finger wearing a gold-forged fake finger.

"No, Aluriel." Elisande's voice sounded very young, and the Night Son soaked in magic power had already attained a lifespan that approximated immortality, let alone a wizard who could control time. "Apart from you, who else knows about this?"

"Only me, sir." Aluriel lowered his head: "My subordinates were stopped by the hordes of withered, and suffered heavy casualties. So I ordered them to retreat and head to Sha'er'airan alone."

Elisande exhaled slightly. She tilted her head slightly, and in the middle of the towering triangular crown, there was a dazzling arcane rune floating in front of an amethyst: "Very well, only you and I know about this, no Allow to tell anyone else."

Aluriel raised his head in surprise, but Elisande had already turned his head back.