The Journey of the Demon Hunter

At this time, the door of the tree house was pushed open again, and two female guards in stormwind robes walked in. Xisali frowned. Generally speaking, humans in Stormwind rarely go to such wooded places, and humans are not well adapted to dense rainforests and flourishing forests.

"Excuse me, who is Xisali Crescent?"

The leading male soldier asked.

"I am." Hisalie raised her arm. "Excuse me, what's the matter?"

At the Silver Crusade station in Broken Beach, someone also received a similar message.

"Uuuu...in the name of the Holy Light, I will never do this again, brother."

Oleja covered her head with her hands, and lay on the bed, Tamra walked back and forth in the tent with her hands behind her back.

"You follow me back to Azuremyst Isle. Without my permission, you are absolutely not allowed to leave Azuremyst Isle for half a step!"

"I want to go out in the future, can't I tell you in advance?" Olejia raised his head aggrievedly. "I will never run away alone in the future. In the name of the Holy Light, I swear."

"Do you think I am angry because you sneaked off the boat?"

"Could it be that I did something wrong?" Olegar wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, her tone filled with confusion: "I personally solved several demons, and the Holy Light will certainly forgive me for deceiving you. Sin."

"You..."

"Are the Olega knights here?" Suddenly, a Crusader's questioning voice came from outside the tent.

"Oh, I'm here." Olega sat up, and she rubbed her blue and swollen forehead vigorously: "What's the matter?"

"This is a letter of command from Stormwind."

Chapter 2225: Towards a New Future

In the Mage area, when Zelin saw Yamily, the blood elves were in a different state than he expected.

The blood elf is holding a roasted chicken leg in one hand, and is holding a fork in the other hand, preparing to fork a piece of cake. Hear the sound of pushing the door. She raised her head and looked at the door, and then, her chewing mouth slowly froze.

"Oh, sir, you are here!"

She hurriedly put down the chicken legs and silver fork, her hands covered with grease did not know where to put it, at a loss for a few seconds, she bent down and wiped the tablecloth secretly where Zelin couldn't see it.

"It looks like your life here is pretty good, and I'm still worried about whether you are tasting the hamster tail." Zelin walked in and said jokingly. An Bo followed him, leaning on the door rail, and staring at the inside of the room with a smile, "How's your food?"

"Didn't you prepare this for me, sir?" Yamily smiled embarrassedly. "I, I'm a bit too hungry, so I didn't wait for you. I'm sorry."

Zelin turned his head in confusion and looked behind him, Anbo tilted his head blankly: "What's the matter? Do you think these are not enough? Oh, it's the celebration period, how could I find so many."

Zelin didn't say much, and withdrew her gaze, Yamily was still standing, her hands were a little nervous and she subconsciously pinched the skirt: "Don't be nervous, sit down."

He walked to the dining table, the blood elf relieved, she walked quickly behind the wooden chair and pulled back.

"Please sit down, sir."

"In the past it was only when I pulled a chair for the lady." Zelin smiled and shook his head: "I won't do anything to you, you are too nervous. Sit down, I didn't know you are coming to Stormwind today."

Yamily smiled awkwardly, her gaze swept across the table, and then quickly ran to the other side of the table, took out a knife and fork, and placed it respectfully in front of Zelin.

Zelin looked up and down the blood elves.

"What's the matter?"

"Huh? No, of course not, I..." Yamily waved her hand quickly, her gaze searched on the dining table again, and then she found an unopened bottle of red wine. "I'll pour wine for you, sir."

"Wait." Zelin grabbed Yamily's wrist. "This matter can wait a while, you sit down first."

Yamily pulled another wooden chair and sat down in front of Zelin.

"Why did you come to Stormwind City?" Even if Zelin was not a resident of Azeroth, he knew that Stormwind City was the main city of the Alliance, and the main city of the Horde was in Orgrimmar. In the past, the two sides were at most non-aggression stage, let alone alliance and friendship. Perhaps in the wild, people of different races on both sides may not conflict with each other, but they will inevitably be arrested by guards when they enter the main city in an open manner.

"Sir, I think... Do you need a spell advisor?" Yamily plucked up the courage to ask: "I thought about it. Although I have learned some spell knowledge, if I only rely on me If so, I may not be enough to apply them to actual adventures. Your adventure experience is very rich, and I want to follow you to learn this knowledge, just so, I can also provide you with magical advice and help . You can let me do anything."

Zelin was silent for a while, it was impossible for him to stay in Azeroth, let alone take Amelie to adventure elsewhere. If he was just an adventurer in Azeroth, he would naturally not refuse to have a reliable mage teammate in the next adventure. During the time with Yamily, Zelin could see that the blood elf's character was a bit weak, but he was definitely a good person.

"Yamily, I may not take risks next. In fact, I recommend that you try to find some jobs that do not require adventurers. Many people will need magical help. It should not be difficult for you to find a suitable job. "He sighed, met Yamily's disappointed eyes, and added: "Maybe I can introduce you to a job in Dalaran. It's safe and secure there. Although I'm not sure about it. What kind of treatment, but, I think it should be suitable for you. As for the adventure experience, I recommend that you go back to Mrs. Sunrena. She is a combat mage, and she must have more say in the mage’s combat skills than me."

Yamily lowered her eyes. An Bo at the door sighed.

"Sir, I.... Please forgive me." She took a few deep breaths, as if she had made up her mind. "I, I don't want to go to work elsewhere, I just want to follow you."

"Follow me?"

"After the death of my family, no one has treated me so well as you." Yamily lowered her head, as if all her courage had been exhausted from the words just now: "People don't like me, I can't beat the undead, and solve it Those who can’t go crazy, can only do the most useless weaving blankets and the etiquette of the maid. That’s why I wanted to sell the unmaintained manor and learn to become a mage. I want to rely on my hard work. Let other people respect me. But I am not a member of a big family. The Magisters don’t want to accept me. I have no other relationship, and my classmates don’t want to talk to me. I have no value in communicating with them.” She rubbed. Rubbing his eyes, he managed to squeeze a bitter smile: "Speaking of which, you invited me to dinner in Karazhan. You were the first person to do so in more than ten years. It was the best dinner I have had in ten years. "

"That's nothing..."

"No, sir. For the first time in so many years, you have not regarded me as a burden. I have caused you so much trouble. Not only are you not bored, but you are also willing to risk your life in the Broken Isles to save me." Ya Millie closed her eyes and shook her head. Her cheeks were reddish. "I thought you wanted me... to serve you at night. But not only did you fail to do so, you also enlightened me and helped me in Laran is looking for a job. Sir, there are so many adventurers who are willing to follow the mighty warrior. I want to follow you too, can I?"

"Followers?" Altea opened her eyes wide in surprise. She held the edge of the corridor on the second floor with her hands and looked at Amelie, who was busy cleaning the floor in the living room below. "She wants to be your follower? I thought you hired a maid in the country. However, ordinary servants are not as beautiful and elegant as elves."

Aside, the servant of the Eberlock House stood at the door at a loss, watching Yamily tidy the room diligently. The blood elves used some magic, the brooms that no one controlled automatically swept the steps, and the dusters floated in midair to clean up the dust on the tapestries and paintings. Altea waved to them, indicating that they could leave.

"There is another room next to my bedroom. She can live in it temporarily." Altea took Zelin's arm. "What are you going to do next?"

"Tuvis comes back tomorrow morning. He still owes me a share, and the remaining money is enough to buy a griffon. Then..." He took a deep breath: "Then I should go."

"...Do you have to leave?" Altea asked lowly.

"Sorry, but... I still have responsibilities elsewhere."

"Sigh." She sighed. "Then let's go and rest, and you still haven't finished what you promised me."

As she said, she tilted her toes and leaned in the ear of the demon hunter and whispered: "I don't want to see when you leave...Let me wake up later tomorrow, okay? The later the better. "

Early the next morning, Zelin moved his shoulders and walked out of the villa. Looking back at the room, the room was silent. The sunlight passed through the opened door and spread the light into the clean room. Zelin's shadow stretched long and long on the carpet. Grasping the left and right door panels with both hands, the shadow disappeared with the creaking of the door shaft, and the room fell into dimness again.

With a sigh, he walked to the door of the villa. He didn't wake up anyone alone, Zelin suddenly felt dreaming. The novelty, danger and tiredness of arriving in another world, in the end, he knew that he should leave. Yamily was still sleeping, and he left a letter. The end of Azeroth has been resolved, but his world is different, he does not want to involve other people. The morning sun was a bit dazzling, and the weeds in the courtyard were drooping listlessly. Suddenly, after three steps, he stopped.

At the door, a familiar figure is waiting in front of the villa, but what is more noticeable is that behind the figure, a beast with a height of more than two meters is lying on the street, and the reins extending from the neck guard on the neck are held in the hands of the figure. .

"You got up a bit late today." Tess waved to Zelin. "Look at what this is."

"A griffin? Oh...what is this?" Zelin stepped forward, looking at Tess in front of him, and occasionally glanced at the armored griffin behind her. "Gift?"

"The reward given by the Supreme King of the Alliance for your contributions during this time." Tess spread out her hand: "The Alliance has always been generous. This griffon has a price of almost one hundred and fifty gold coins. This set of Mithril The armor made is almost worth fifteen gold coins. In the past few years, few people have been able to get so many rewards at once, and many adventurers will envy you."

"Only one hundred and sixty-five gold coins?" Zelin was a little surprised: "Why are there so few?"

"How much do you think you need?"

"At least five hundred gold coins."