The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Of course I came to you, werewolf." Vanessa tilted her head. "What is the attraction of your fellow? If you can attract an elf, you should have no regrets in your life, eh? I'm in the death mine. At the time, many men dream of having an elf girlfriend. Have you drugged her? Or do you use magic to control her?"

"Do I look like such a bad person?" Zelin asked back.

Vanessa frowned, and she looked up and down the demon hunter: "Almost, it looks like you were absolutely with a woman last night, but you still want to lie to me, do you really think my old lady has never seen anything? Humph! "

Zelin coughed twice.

"Talk about business, are you here to tell me about Yamily's arrival in Stormwind? You said Tess just now, what's the matter?"

"Your little elf is under house arrest in the tower of the mage area. It was Tess's order. She doesn't seem to want you to meet the blood elf. To be precise, she doesn't want you to meet with any tribe." Vanessa Waved his hands: "Duke Chorazzi entrusted me to tell you this, and let me tell you that if you are in trouble and want to leave Stormwind, the Uncrowned will help you."

"Well, I understand." Zelin nodded. "Thank you for your reminder. However, I know what Tess wants from me. I wonder if I can ask, what does the uncrowned one want by doing this? I'm very curious, could it be justice that drives you? ?"

"You're kidding, of course not." Vanessa picked up the tips of her hair disdainfully: "For balance. I don't understand what might break the balance in your body, but they don't think that there is something in this world. The unity of power is a good thing. They said that this was originally an organization created during the civil war of the ancient troll empire to prevent the world from being destroyed under the rule of corrupted organizations. If the alliance gains an overwhelming advantage, once they have internal problems, there will be no external Power can provide checks and balances. The same goes for tribes."

"...Well, I understand." Zelin nodded.

Vanessa looked confused: "What do you understand?"

"Either share good things, or don't even think about getting them." Zelin shook his head. "Thank you for your reminder, can you tell me the exact location of Yamily?"

The sunset is in the west, the moonlight and the stars are replaced, the entrance of Stormwind City Auction House is lit up with lights, and there are crowds of people on the fountain square outside the door. Even Azeroth’s famous Winter Veil Festival and Wine Festival bring joys that cannot be compared with today. People have been frightened for so long in the shadow of the doomsday, and finally ushered in the first decisive victory.

In the courtyard of Stormwind Fortress, Zelin watched the waiter serve two cups of coffee. Tess sat opposite the demon hunter, picked up the porcelain cup, and took a sip.

"How is life in Stormwind recently?"

"Thank you for your care, Princess Tess." Zelin did not move the coffee in front of him: "But no matter how good life is, it is not as good as the news of the failure of the Burning Legion today."

"But you don't look as happy as you claim." Tess put down her coffee cup: "I think you should have something to say when you ask me."

"I think you may have more words in your heart than mine."

After sighing, Tess raised her head and looked directly into the eyes of the demon hunter: "I don't like to guess dumb riddles with you. During this time, you have seen the values ​​and styles of the alliance, including what kind of supreme king we have and What an excellent future heir. You come from a different world. During your time with you, I found that your behavior and style of life are very similar to ours. Maybe your world is a little troublesome, just like Azeroth from time to time. There are some evil **** who want to destroy the world or turn others into slaves. There may be troubles or disasters everywhere, and the cost of facing alone is too great. If you form an alliance, you can support each other. The alliance wants to form an alliance with your race. I don’t know what you think?"

"I am not a king, a lord, or an emperor." Zelin put his hands on his knees and lowered his eyes to stare at the coffee in front of him: "My race is not very large. You may not believe it, very few, when it was most prosperous. It’s just filling up a castle. I can’t decide the fate of other races and impose responsibilities and obligations on them that don’t exist in their fate. I’m willing to help people who are in danger, as always. It’s not about seeking any status. If you see If I don’t save me, I’ll have a conscience. It would be great if I could make a friend or two, or get some spoils.”

"Do you think your lord is willing to negotiate with the Alliance?"

"I don't have a lord, Your Highness. If I can, I don't want to participate in any lord's court." Zelin shook his head: "What I do is simple. In my world, I will kill and hurt people. Monsters in exchange for reward, just like adventurers in Azeroth. I will not stay in one place for too long. At least in my world, there are not so many kingdoms built by different races. I can go anywhere at will, of course , Some places don’t welcome people like me, I won’t go.”

"Um...I understand." Tess leaned forward, propped her face with one hand, and supported on the table: "Do you want to become the local lord?"

Zelin raised his head and stared at Tess's eyes. He only saw seriousness and seriousness, and a little confidence: "This joke is not funny at all, Your Royal Highness."

"I'm not kidding. The alliance can support you to become a local lord." Tess's fingers teased the hair tips of the temples, and slowly said: "Your world has not yet formed a powerful empire that can unify the entire continent. The military strength of the alliance. It is enough to ensure that no one can oppose your authority. You are a good person, and it is a good thing for ordinary people to become a king. The alliance will support you and guarantee your rule. The requirements are also very simple, to establish a stable portal. Open up free migration between different worlds and races, open trade, and fulfill military obligations for the alliance, and turn in part of the materials as the alliance reserve according to the share ratio. Similarly, if someone declares war on you, it is equivalent to declare war on all alliance races, and When you encounter a disaster, the Alliance will provide you with materials and financial support to help you tide over the difficulties."

After that, she picked up the coffee and took another sip: "You can become a king and join a strong and friendly alliance." Seeing that Zelin said nothing, Tess continued to add: "This is not the alliance's charity. Crown, or hope you become a puppet. The Alliance will never interfere with any of your decisions. You have done so much in Azeroth, and your contribution to fighting the Burning Legion is obvious to all. This is the reward you deserve, and there is no need to reject it. ."

Zelin pondered for a while, and he slowly exhaled, "You said you won't interfere with any of my decisions?"

"Yes, the future king, you only need one official crown now." Tess laughed: "I believe an iron crown belonging to the warrior king is definitely suitable for you."

"Then my decision is very simple, Your Highness." Zelin paused. "I don't want to be a king, and I don't want to join the alliance. My only decision is that I hope you will completely forget about this and go to deal with the Burning Legion and help your subjects instead of continuing to waste time on me."

The corners of Tess's eyes twitched, and her face sank, as if she had been slapped directly. But before she could ask, another question came from behind the demon hunter.

"Why?" Varian walked into the courtyard. Behind him was a night elf in a white robe, a werewolf in a dark gray trench coat and a dwarf, and finally a white-haired draenei with a lavender staff. People walked into the courtyard. "Can you tell me the reason? I can hear the dissatisfaction in your voice." He asked, "Friends in another world."

"Your Majesty." Tess stood up, bowed to Varian, then nodded to the werewolf behind her. "Father."

"Your Majesty the Supreme King." Zelin bowed his head to greet Varian.

"I'm curious, why did you reject Tess? This matter does no harm to you, and it is also a win-win cooperation for the league."

"But for other people in my world, it doesn't have to be the case." Zelin shook his head. "Excuse me, I can't do this. I can't tie my world to another war-torn world. This time , I have seen the hospitality of the Alliance, Your Majesty, I have also seen the destruction of Azeroth by the war. I have seen a night elf whose parents, sisters and friends all died in the flames of war, and a blood elf whose family and friends died in the undead , An orc who hates himself because of the war, and a draenei who is alone and has only one elder brother."

"For nearly forty years, when there was almost no peace in Azeroth, I saw countless elderly people mourning their children’s tombstones. The orphanage was being expanded year after year. The number of dead bodies in the cemetery far exceeded that of the children’s tombstones. Living people. I’m not rejecting the king, your majesty. The people of my world have already suffered in the wars provoked by careerists. I don’t want to introduce new wars. My family died in a war that swept half of the continent. So I don’t want more children to endure the sufferings I experienced when I was young.”

"After defeating the Burning Legion, the Alliance will do everything possible to maintain peace." Varian did not hesitate in his firm voice. On the other side of the garden, Anduin secretly observed with a surprised look. His father has always been a soldier. He has disputed with his father more than once on the issue of peace: "There will be no new wars. If it is not attacked, the Alliance will never send troops to any area."

"In this case, Your Majesty." Zelin asked, "I believe that in a peaceful state, the alliance can recover its strength much faster than entering another world, fighting against ghostly kings and emperors, and grabbing resources for expansion. The speed is faster. In that case, why do you waste the lives of your subjects in another world? They should have survived and made more contributions to the alliance in peace."

Varian was silent for a while.

"We will not force you. I hope you can leave a good impression on your life in the Alliance during this time. The hands of the Alliance will scare your enemies, but they will also reward your friends. Tomorrow, I will let someone put you in this war. The reward you deserve is given to you."

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ps: Next, it should be Witcher 3. However, I personally feel that the Witcher 3 is unlikely to be finished in one volume, it may be divided into two volumes...

Chapter 2223 Purchase of Griffins

After Zelin left, an emergency meeting was held in the strategy meeting room of Stormwind Fortress.

"This is a good opportunity, Your Majesty." Gene, Greymane still maintained the appearance of a werewolf. The werewolf form full of power can make him temporarily forget his weak human body and his aging age. "Establishing a new stronghold, a foothold in another world, is like the fortress established in Shadowmoon Valley in Draenor. We appoint a qualified general to establish contact with the locals and rely on military power as a backing. We can replicate last year. Delano’s model."

"I oppose, occupy and expand, and forcibly incorporate races that are unwilling to join the alliance into the forces. What is the difference between our behavior and the Burning Legion?" Tyrande disgusted his hand. "I am opposed to this. Unless the visitor from another world volunteered to help, I would not approve of any active invasion."

"Maybe there are other rulers in his world willing to join the alliance." Gene shook his head: "You can't think that the whole other world has rejected us because of one person's refusal. If you encounter Delano for the first time, It is the orcs, not the draenei, who will surely reject the alliance, so we will miss a good ally."

"Ms. Tyrande is right. King Jean, sending troops to another world with great fanfare will inevitably be regarded as a threat. Whether you think so or not, this is an invasion." The prophet Velen slowly said: "There has never been a reason to visit the master with a sword. Sargeras deceived my people with lies and threats back then. I don't want the Alliance to do such a thing."

"Shall we just sit back and watch this opportunity disappear?" Genn pressed his hands on the table: "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. We are ahead of the Horde for the first time, and until the Alliance's power completely crushes them, the Horde's barbarians I won’t figure out what happened."

"Maybe we can send a peace messenger first." Tyrande suggested: "First contact with the residents of another world, and then decide how to deal with them."

"Who can take on this important task?" Varian asked.

"The identity of the messenger of peace must represent the alliance." The prophet Velen stroked the white beard hanging on his chest. "With goodwill, it is best to be a believer in the Holy Light. Perhaps you can find the faith in the Holy Light in another world. Under the same faith, I believe that both parties can communicate peacefully."

"Its identity shouldn't be too important, otherwise a high-level alliance will not show up for a long time, and it will inevitably make the tribe suspicious."

Suddenly, new footsteps came from the door of the conference room.

"We are late." Muradin Bronzebeard walked into the meeting room, and behind him was Aisha Yunge, the head of the Pandaren of the Water and Soil School. "What's so hot? The fans just beat the Burning Legion so badly, why did they come here for a meeting? I just came over from the subway in the mine tunnel. Where's Mekkatorque?"

"The master craftsman commanded the army on the Broken Shore. Genn and I are back first, Muradin." Varian stood straight. "This matter is related to the future of the alliance. Everyone should consider how to deal with this opportunity."

"The importance of this matter may be second only to fighting the Burning Legion." Gene added. "A treasure chest is placed in front of us, and inside it may be countless gold, or a poisonous snake hidden at the bottom of the box, or both."

After explaining the previous events to the two alliance leaders who arrived later, the Pandaren sighed lightly.

"Opportunity is always accompanied by risk." Aisha said softly: "Don't be defensive, nor harmful. There is an ancient story that mentions a treasure chest placed in the temple, but no one has succeeded. Opened it, because there are many terrifying mechanisms outside the treasure chest, and the most powerful warrior cannot pass through it unscathed. In the end, it was a child who broke through the mechanism. The so-called mechanism is just a spell. What kind of mechanism will appear, and the kid just wants to see what's in the treasure chest, so the spell is naturally cracked."

"Do you also support sending a messenger to another world to contact local leaders?" Gene asked.

"I think this is very good. Send someone to tell their king that we intend to cooperate. If their king dares to do something to the ambassador..."