The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"More importantly." Tyrande interrupted Muradin. "The Burning Legion has not yet retreated. Gul'dan is still missing. He is likely to hide in any corner of Azeroth, planning a more vicious conspiracy. The Legion is still eyeing Azeroth in the void, and is completely defeating them. In the past, we must not be taken lightly and waste our power in another world. Send a special envoy to represent the alliance to collect intelligence, humanistic environment and geographic information of the other world, and wait for the defeat of the Burning Legion before considering the issue of cooperation with the other world."

"Gul'dan is hidden in the Darkmoon Fortress in Suramar." Varian said: "The leader of Suramar dispatched an emissary to contact Dalaran. The Grand Magister Elisande said that Gul'dan was in the Night Fortress. On the top floor, preparing for his summoning ceremony."

"Well, Elisand..." Tyrande nodded. "I have an impression of her. Ten thousand years ago, she opposed Queen Azshara and the Burning Legion."

"We're going to blow up that **** orc's dog head! Where is that friend from another world?" Muradin muttered, rubbing his beard: "I want to ask him if his world is like mine. , A dwarf who has a big beard and can drink."

"After he left Stormwind Fortress today." Shaw, who had been silent in the corner, said, except for his professional issues and intelligence advice. In half of the time, he would not speak at will: "He went to the Valley of Heroes. In the animal pen, go to the Griffin keeper and ask about the price of buying a griffin."

"This price is too expensive." Zelin scratched his cheek, looked at the sincere eyes of the dwarf administrator in front of him, and gave a dry smile: "Please allow me to think about it."

"It's not expensive at all, my friend." The dwarf touched his beard and opened a small notebook. "Come on, let me do the calculations for you. First of all, you keep griffins for riding, not for appreciation, so you have to buy a majestic griffin, so that you can carry an adult and still have a lot of Fast flight speed, maybe you can hold another human to fly. Since it is a majestic griffin, you can’t treat it like an ordinary griffin, you have to equip it with a suit of armor, right? Griffon armor There are good ones and bad ones. I recommend you to use mithril materials. The Thorium Brotherhood in the Burning Plains produces many such armors. They are invulnerable, hard to damage the arrows, and shiny silver. They are very fit and strong with the majestic Griffin. Commensurate!"

The dwarf opened his arms as if he was selling a baby: "For the majestic griffin, you cannot be like a normal griffin. Many people think that feeding a griffin is the same as feeding a horse. No, it is exactly the same. The griffin must eat the most delicious beef. Lamb or wild boar is good. And you have to learn how to take care of a griffon. If you are sick, you don’t dare to ride into the sky and fall down halfway. So you need to buy a set of Griffon feeding manual, which records in detail the knowledge from diet to disease, as well as how the griffon should respond after various reactions. For example, how do you calm your temper when you have a bad temper. Trust me , Griffin’s temper is even hotter than the wine girl."

"Uh, I remember. I asked a griffin keeper before." Zelin recalled what he had seen when he first arrived in Stormwind: "She said that one griffin is four hundred and five hundred and five."

"Oh. My friend, four hundred and five are of course enough, but don’t forget, a griffin must have a surcharge. It’s like raising a horse, and it’s definitely not a matter of putting it on the lawn. Let’s talk about it. It’s impossible to buy griffins often in your life. If you buy it once, why not buy all the supporting equipment and buy the best griffin?"

Zelin agrees with this. Redania has the most powerful army in the north, because Redania is the only country in the north that can compete with Nilfgaard in cavalry. Redania has a state-based horse breeding industry. The land is basically plain, and there are natural pastures suitable for raising horses everywhere. The participation of a large number of nobles and the formation of horse racing have enabled Rydania to breed many good horse breeds in the past century.

But raising griffins is obviously more difficult than raising horses.

"Oh, you are here." Suddenly, Altea's voice came to Zelin's ears. Zelin turned around and saw the Duchess wearing a bodice and long skirt approaching. She leaned on her cane and walked in an unnatural posture, as if the pain remained in the muscles after a cramp in her calf. She wears a sword around her waist. After leaving the night town, Altea still wears a sword from time to time, or practices swordsmanship in the garden of the villa. "Are you going to ride a griffin to other places?"

"No, of course not." Zelin greeted him and stretched out his hand to hold Altea's arm. "I'm here to see how much it costs to buy a griffin."

The Griffon keeper bowed to Altea: "It's an honor to serve you, madam."

"Oh, that's how it is." Altea nodded, she half leaned against Zelin. "Why don't you discuss it with me? My father had some comrades in the Second World War, including the Wildhammer Griffin Riders of Aerie Mountain. I can try to help you find a majestic and affordable mount. . Yes, you do need a flying mount, especially after you have made so many contributions."

"Madam, it’s not that I’m bragging. The griffins here are definitely more suitable as mounts than the wild griffins in Aeagle’s Nest. They are well-behaved in front of their masters, as if they are spiritual, they are the most suitable for your husband. Mount." The Griffin Administrator hurriedly promoted. "Today happens to be a good day to defeat the devil. I can give you a discount to commemorate this day."

"I will come again tomorrow. After I raise enough money, I will buy a griffin." Zelin said to the administrator, and then helped Altea walk down the city wall where the griffin beast was located. "Why are you here?"

"I miss you." Altaiya smiled, she leaned against Zelin's ear and whispered: "I'm afraid you will disappear suddenly, promise me, don't leave without saying goodbye, okay?"

Chapter 2224 Alliance Mission

Zelin had indeed considered that if the Alliance insisted on intervening in his world, he would be ready to accept Vanessa's help, and leave without paying attention to everyone. Anyway, he didn't come here through a portal, and the Azerothians couldn't catch up along the Ethereal Node.

"Tonight, Princess Tess came to visit me."

"Huh?"

Altea's words caught Zelin's attention. "What does she want?"

"She wants to apologize for the suspicion and suspicion over the past two days." Altea embraced Zelin's arm with one hand. "And also ask me to ask you, are you angry?"

"Huh, I guess someone asked her to do this." Zelin snorted: "That's why I don't like politics. Everyone has to wear a mask to deal with people. If you have anything to say, you can't be honest. Isn’t it? She wouldn’t apologize so tightly when she first met Tess in the sewer. Don’t worry, if I were to leave, I would definitely say goodbye to you first."

"Then let's go back?" Altea said: "You don't want to live in the gold rose? You can live at home, why go to the hotel."

"It's only eight o'clock in the evening..."

"It's already late." Altea raised her chin, her tone beyond doubt. "We still have a lot to do tonight. By the way, my father prepared a simple dinner and he wants to chat with you. But don't worry, my father is very friendly. He probably wants to chat with you. Let’s talk about fighting skills and warfare. Most of his old comrades are gone, and he admires your deeds. Although he used to think that I should marry young and promising nobles like a lady, but now the more noble status It’s meaningless to come and go, good adventurers are the heroes of the future. Hmm...do you mind?"

"Of course I don't mind, Altea." Zelin kissed her thin lips softly: "However, I do have one more thing to do now. That's it. A blood elf friend of mine came to visit me. , But, because of my relationship, she was placed under house arrest in the Mage area." Zelin explained to Altea about Yamili. "Since the contradiction is almost resolved now, I think I have to remind the guards to release people."

"Blood Elf?" Altea lowered her eyes, and after a few seconds, she looked at Zelin. "Is that the blood elf apprentice named Yamily?"

"Do you know her?" Zelin was a little surprised, he didn't remember when Altea met Yamily. The apprentice and him were separated in Dalaran. Even in the night town, Zelin rescued Altea, but before Altea awakened, Yamily set out to chase her mentor and classmates as soon as possible. "Do you know her?"

"No, I have never seen her, but..." Altea smiled slyly: "Miss Oréga admires you very much. She told me a lot about you. Miss Yamili helped you fight Devil, and you rescued her when she was in a death crisis. It seems that more than once? This time I was in Booty Bay and I almost fainted when I saw you in the helicopter without you."

"I'm sorry."

"Go, you can bring her to my villa, and I will wait for you at home."

Zelin was a little surprised.

"Is that okay?"

"I don't care, what do you care about?" Altea chuckled twice: "The villa is empty. It's nice to have one more person."

"Do you need me to take you back?"

"Don't worry, I am not a lady who is too weak to walk." Altea pushed Zelin's arm away and waved her hand: "Don't let me wait too long."

"He wants a griffin, so it's better to be a favor and give him an armored griffin." Muradin grabbed his beard: "This matter has to be discussed by the little girl Modra. She is better than me. Futast knows a lot. Anyway, an armored griffin is still within a tolerable range."

"I have an idea." Aisha Yunge said suddenly: "Usually, people are wary of strangers, but for friends and comrades in arms, they get along more harmoniously. He met during his time in the alliance. After some people, why not try to be here, choose a few people who are loyal to the alliance, but have a good relationship with him, and travel to another world as messengers? Since the next more attention should be placed on fighting the burning On the legion, the messenger only needs to understand the local environment, humanities and resource distribution, and sphere of influence in a different world. Any thoughtful person can do the job."

"Master Shaw." Tyrande looked at Matthias on the side: "Can you tell me what friends and comrades in arms he has known during this period of time?"

Val'sharah, the tree house of the guardian of the jungle, was filled with the pungent smell of herbs. More than a dozen sentinels wrapped in bandages and druids lay on the hospital bed, almost filling the entire room. On the floor of the room, some sentinels and druids who were not seriously injured were sitting on the carpet, and two dryads carrying potion bottles and herbs, followed behind four night elf physicians.

"Hiss-slow down slowly! Uh..."

A green-haired doctor was sitting beside Hisalie’s bed, tensing the bandage forcefully, causing the druid to take a breath.

"Lucky for you, sister." The doctor took out a potion bottle, dipped it with his finger, and sprinkled it on the druid's burned arm. Xisali gritted her teeth and inhaled from between her teeth from time to time: "They said you were hit by a **** guard, and they only left a shallow mark on both sides of your abdomen. It must be Elune bless you, if so The other claw druids who turned into cheetahs have long been cut off."

Hisalie turned her head, and there were a few things she carried with her on the bedside table. A moonstone necklace and a scale.

"If it wasn't... if it wasn't for a hellfire that happened to fall near me and overturned me, how could I be hit by a hellguard. Bless Elune, if the place where the hellfire fell If there is a deviation of a few meters, I will become a grilled wolf steak...Hey! Uh!"

"Don't hold it back, sister. I know it hurts." The doctor pushed Xisali to her side, unwound the lacerated leather armor, revealing her back with a lash mark: "Is it an attack by a succubus?"

"Huh, I let the **** demon roll back into the Twisting Void." Xisali twisted her body so as not to press her injured arm. "She thought she could seduce me, but when I got closer, she jumped up and bit her neck. Bah, that smells really disgusting."

"Hi, sister." Sitting in front of the two hospital beds, the sentry with one broken arm raised the other arm that was still intact: "Pay attention."

"Oh, sorry, sister, Elune, I'm so excited."

The tree house door was pushed open again, and two sentries walked in quickly carrying a stretcher. A night elf on the stretcher was wrapped in a thick bandage, and blood soaked through the bandage and poured onto the stretcher. The wounded convulsed from time to time due to pain, his eyes turned white slightly, and his lips turned purple due to excessive force. A doctor hurriedly gathered around and used the rejuvenation technique on the wounded, but the effect did not seem to be very good.

Xisali looked at the wounded who had just been brought in, and then moved her eyes to the scales of the bedside table. If there were no such scales, she might have been carried in like this. No, maybe even worse, not after every battle, the sentinels can gather the bodies of the dead. Hellhounds and imps will never let go of the food on the ground, whether they are dead or alive.

"This is the water from the moonwell." A nun from the Moon Temple walked over and helped Xisali to sit up. "Drink it, you can recover faster."

"Wait another day." Xisali took a few sips and coughed softly. "Wait another day and I will be able to return to the battlefield."

"Oh, there is an update to tell you that the coalition forces have sent someone to support." The nun of the temple patted her back, but she accidentally touched the scar on it, causing Xisari to shiver. "Oh, sorry."

"Nothing, you mean coalition forces?"

"Yes, the Broken Beach won, the coalition won a big victory, Gul'dan was defeated, and now the coalition is attacking the Broken Isles, and now a group of werewolf soldiers have arrived in Val'sharah." The nun supported Hisalie and lay down slowly. Next, she couldn't hide the joy in her expression. "Elune is here. We have lost so many good sisters. Then the devil will have to pay for his crimes. It won't be long before we should be able to go home."