The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Gnaiya had reason to believe that she would indeed doubt that, and Francesca was planning some disgusting conspiracy without telling her. Sitting on horseback, walking out of the cliff along the trail, the palaces located in the valley greet your eyes. The Dragonborn grabbed the reins, rolled over and got off the horse, leading the horse to the front steps.

The gray-white stone buildings are dotted on the lush hillside, layered on top of each other. The stream flows down the slope, and changes direction in the artificially excavated river channel, like a ribbon of clear water, lingering between the palaces, adding a spirit to the cold building.

Lead the horse and walk down the stairs. On both sides of the stairs, you can see some guards patrolling from time to time, from time to time you can see master swordsmen in tight-fitting cloths and sentries with camouflage on their faces. Some guards will glance at the dragonborn who appear here from time to time. Although humans are the majority in this world, the number of human inhabitants in an elven country is extremely rare. Baihua Valley usually does not accept human refugees, so as not to be involved in the struggle of outside humans.

However, most of the sentinels here know Gnaiya. Many people know that the human female in front of them has an extraordinary relationship with their queen, and she has provided a lot of help to Hundred Flowers Valley. Perhaps in the realm of elves, Gnaiya is one of the few human beings to be welcomed. In other words, there are only a few welcome humans.

The lights in the palace are brightly lit, which is especially eye-catching in the evening night.

Upon arriving at the stable, Gnaiya handed the reins to a female breeder, who wore a round hat and had rounded ears under her temples. Some of the breeders are humans, and only a few honest people with technical skills will be allowed to stay and settle. Among them, raising horses and livestock is exactly what the elves need. In the past, their sparse population lived on vast land without any labor. They only needed to gather wild fruits and hunt in the forest to meet the needs of the entire race. But now, they have a population of close to 20,000 gathered in Baihua Valley. When they are naturally unable to meet the situation, they can only learn the methods of human breeding to meet the demand for meat.

"What is the queen doing here?"

Gnaiya asked casually.

"Your Majesty entertains the most honorable guests at the banquet." The breeder's words were full of awe, and humans respected the king far more than elves. "She and His Royal Highness greet the nobles of Overiel from afar."

"His Royal Highness?" Gnaiya frowned in disbelief. Then he snatched the reins from the breeder. "She has a new man? Then I'm leaving...Hey, wait! What is the name of your prince?"

"Of course it is the best demon hunter in the north, the most trusted by Her Majesty..."

Before the breeder could finish, Gnaiya tucked the rein into her hand again.

"Take care of my horse. This is a gift from my good friend. Give it some water and soybeans. Don't just feed it hay."

"Don't worry, dear lady." The breeder bends over to Gnaiya. "I know these horses best. They are a group of good livestock. What I do best is to take care of them. Don’t worry, I’ve been caring for horses for more than fifteen years. I dare say that in this valley, apart from the noble queen, No one knows mounts better than me."

Gnaiya waved her hand and said nothing, she walked on the stone arch bridge on the side and walked towards the palace. The breeder bent down and bowed again.

Leading the horse back to the stable, the breeder looked at the clean mount with some surprise. Generally speaking, it is inevitable that a running horse will be covered with dust, especially in early March, when the road is full of melted snow and wet mud. But in Dole Bretanna, the breeder has seen too many unusual things. The wheat that grows normally in the winter is still warm like spring when the wind is cold, and the furnace forges day and night to forge a variety of handicrafts and ironware and transport them into the portal. No one knows who is buying these goods, just like an unknown god, just throw the goods into the portal as a tribute, and there will be a steady stream of golden treasures spit out.

This must be teleportation magic, the horse owner is carrying a sword, not like a warlock. It's just that the human beings who can enter and exit the Valley of Hundred Flowers without hindrance under the attention of the guards are definitely not ordinary people.

"That lady, can you help me?"

The breeder had just settled the horses, and after pouring fodder and oats into the manger, another voice came from behind. The breeder turned around subconsciously and bowed in the direction of the sound.

"Serve you wholeheartedly, madam."

A lady in a robe appeared on the hillside. Due to her clothes, she could only sit on the back of her horse side by side. The horse under her was not like a majestic war horse, but a short workhorse. She frowned and looked at the hillside in front of her, seeming to be hesitating whether to lead the horse down.

"Leave it to me, ma'am." The breeder trot up quickly, bending over and holding the reins. "Please allow me to serve you."

"It's lively here." Virginia sighed heavily and rubbed her sore shoulders. "Are there any celebrations?"

"Your Majesty is entertaining respected guests from Overfer in the palace." The breeder took the meek workhorse and walked down the stairs little by little. At the same time, he explained to Virginia: "In order to celebrate, the noble Majesty even announced the permission of the Hundred Flowers Valley. Take a day off."

"Wait, she's entertaining guests? Oh..." Virginia hesitated: "If that's the case, I'll come back tomorrow. No, wait, she's entertaining Overiel's guests? Are those guests strange-looking members with horns and tails?"

"Yes, it's said that they are all gentlemen and ladies who know spells, they..."

"I know, I beg you. This horse has been carrying me, it is very hard." Virginia patted the horse's back and took off the cloth bag that was hanging on both sides. "Are you going along this road? To the palace?"

"Yes, ma'am, please go over here."

Altea, who was still slightly moist in her hair, had just taken a bath, and under the guidance of the elf attendant, she walked to the gate of the palace.

The door is open. Through the arch, you can see that the horseshoe-shaped curved table in the banquet hall is placed with exquisite food, and the exquisite food is placed on more exquisite dinner plates. The vault was enchanted. After everyone entered the palace, the scale of the vault was much taller than it actually was. The windows depict historical paintings of ancient elves full of honor, and candles float in midair out of thin air, brightening the lights of the banquet hall. At the end of the long horseshoe-shaped table, there are wooden barrels, which contain dark beer, beer, limoncello, cherries, and specially marked Mahacan spirits and Toussent dry red for everyone to take.

When Altea arrived, most of the members of the delegation had already entered the banquet hall. The humans and werewolves look a little restrained, but the dwarves and gnomes have been mingling with the attendants and elven guests, talking and laughing. The draenei stood in front of tapestries and window paintings, pointing to the religious and artistic atmosphere in the paintings.

In the banquet, there were several elven nobles and high-ranking officers that Francesca trusted the most. They were either former leaders of the squirrel party like Toluvill, or a gathering place for elves like Feravanjolie before the establishment of the kingdom. Leader.

The attendant bowed to Altea, then retreated outside. This is a private banquet between Dol Bretanna's senior staff and the Alliance Mission in a sense, and only those who are specially selected can the most reliable sword dancers enter as maids.

Walking down the steps, Altea scanned the place, and she didn't see many familiar figures in her sight. Princess Tess is here, standing with another werewolf guard, chatting with Toluwell. In fact, she was the leader of the mission, just to conceal her identity or to collect information more conveniently, so she dressed up as a guard. In order to ensure safety, King Jean arranged a royal gray guard beside her. On the other side, Xisali and Olegar did not appear, Xisali may still be resting in the room, or sightseeing near the palace. The palace in the dense jungle is a bit uncomfortable for humans, but it is no surprise to the night elves.

The elves of another world have the same living customs and living environment as them, and this news may make the priestesses of the Moon Temple very happy.

Oleja was also not there, Altea only hoped that the believer of the Holy Light would not cause trouble. Fortunately, there are two other stable draenei garrison officers here, and their speech and demeanor should not leave a bad impression on the first contact between the believers of the Holy Light and the residents of other worlds.

Yamily was on the other side of the horseshoe table, talking to a sabre attendant. She performed very well, and after regaining the etiquette habits that have been nurtured in the Yongge Forest all the year round, she looks like a confident nobleman. It's just that when the eyes see the food on the table, they don't subconsciously show the look of desire, it is even more perfect. Originally the Alliance did not plan to allow her to go with the group, but after considering her experience, the Silver Covenant thought she could be trusted. Moreover, if she is not allowed to go and deliberately left her behind, it will inevitably give Zelin the impression that the alliance is very eager for quick success.

Taking a few steps forward, Altea was about to serve a wine glass. She is not used to this kind of banquet standing at the table, but it is said that in Quel'Thalas, blood elves often hold such open-air gatherings. Perhaps in a sense, elves in different worlds have similar customs.

"Miss Eberlock."

Suddenly, Francesca's voice came to her ears, and Altea stopped. The queen did not know when to appear next to her and raised her glass. "Hello, my friend."

"Salute to you, Your Majesty." Altea curtseyed, but only clicked to the end. After all, she now represents the alliance and cannot only consider the issue of knighthood. "Hopefully, tonight, we can reach agreement on certain cooperation issues."

"Yes, reach an agreement." Francesca nodded if she pointedly, she turned around and narrowed her eyes slightly. "However, Miss Eberlock, did we agree on something before we knew each other?"

Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty Nine

"Should I call you a werewolf adventurer, or should I call you His Royal Highness?"

At the gate of the palace, Xisali chuckled lightly, looking at Zelin who happened to be in the corridor. "You told me at the time that you have a lady, and that lady spent all his savings because of one thing, so that you had to leave your hometown during the war to find a way to make money outside. Are you kidding me? One? If a queen ran out of all the coins in the treasury, the country would be destroyed instead of prospering like I saw. Elune is on, do men like you also lie?"

Zelin raised his eyebrows and opened his hands: "You should call me Zelin. However, this is not the same as the reunion scene I imagined."

Xisali squinted her eyes, and after a few seconds, she threw herself directly on Zelin, buried her cheeks in his arms, and squeezed tears from her eyes.

"You absolutely don't know how much I miss you! Elune is on, every battle I want to live, I want to return to the life before the war, I must live until the end of the war, and live to see victory. , And then go back to you! Do you know that I was overturned by hellfire in the battle outside the Moon God Temple, and when I woke up and found surrounded by demons, what did I think of? What I thought of was to kill the people around me anyway Two hellhounds, otherwise what should you do if you can’t find my body on the battlefield? They will bite my body. Fortunately, fortunately, after I was hit by a **** guard, you give me My scales saved me, and I was beaten out.” She said, she chuckled. "The demon wanted to kill me, but it saved me. Elune blessed, it must be the moon **** to protect me so that I can see you again."

"It's fine if you can be safe." Zelin patted Hisalie on the back. After a while, Hisalie let go.

"Do you need me to ask Her Majesty for forgiveness?" She rubbed the corner of her eyes, with a smile still on her face: "It must be troublesome for you, right? Our night elf society hasn't had a king for a long time, and our leaders are all It is the priestess and the sentinel general, but based on what I know about other places, this will...make your life very difficult."

"It might be difficult...but don't worry, it's not here." Zelin sighed. "I didn't expect, how did you become the messengers of the alliance? What happened?"

"It's a long story. To be precise, I don't know." Xisali shook her head. "I was still recovering in the tree house that day, but the messenger from Stormwind brought the Supreme King's order and asked me to report to Stormwind Fortress. After arriving, the high priestess told me that I would become a messenger and go to the other side. The world understands the local environment. Elune is here. At first, I thought it was going to Draenor or the Dark Portal was opened again, but later I learned that the guest from another world is actually you!" Her eyebrows She was full of smiles, and she naturally took Zelin's arm and wrapped her arm in front of her chest. "Can I tell the high-ranking priestess about the news here? Master Tyrande must be very happy. The elves of another world are immersed in nature as well as our Kaldorei. This palace makes me think I have returned to Darnassus. ."

"It's not safe here, Hisalie. This kingdom has not been involved in the war, but the rest of the world has been raging." Zelin looked at the banquet hall: "Let's go to the banquet hall and talk while walking."

"Yeah."

Xisally tapped Zelin's cheek and let go of her arm.

According to the Druids, during this time, the Azeroth coalition launched an attack on the Broken Isles and lost its main force. The remaining demons and their minions were divided and surrounded in different fortresses and fortresses to fight back. There is no doubt that everyone believes that they will win this war.

"I talked to several attendants today, and they said that there is a race called Dryads here. They blend with trees and use natural magic to influence the growth of trees. They said that the city of Dryads is the head of the forest. Yes. Will I have a chance to meet them?" Xisali asked happily. Among the missions, only the dwarves and night elves are most interested. The former realizes that there are many mineral deposits in this world, while the latter is happy with the strong natural power here. "Also, here are some spellcasters who have become oak sages. They are also called druids. Can I talk to them? Maybe in terms of natural forces, Azeroth and your world are very good Yuanyuan."

"Wait a few days, while the war has not restarted, if conditions permit, I will introduce you to the Dryad and Druid." Zelin said cautiously, he couldn't promise anything. After all, he didn't want the news to spread too far. "Enid... is Francesca. People who are close to her usually call her Enid. She knows the Queen of Dryads, Asina. As for the druids, their gathering place It’s far from here."

"It's okay, if it makes you feel troubled, just treat it as I didn't say it. I'm just curious." Xisali waved her hand, she was in a good mood. "I'm very happy to see you again, let alone see the elves who have the same living habits as Kaldorei in a distant other world. However, you may want to appease Orega, since she came here, I have been very dissatisfied."

"What's the matter?" Zelin asked, "A servant provokes her?"