The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Lying alone in the tent, Altea turned over and stared at the armor hanging on the wooden stand on the other side. The armor on the left belongs to the Demon Hunter, and the chain armor on the right belongs to her.

It would be nice if it could be like this forever.

Suddenly, behind him heard the sound of the curtain being opened, Altea turned around quickly, but the person who walked in was not the man she expected.

"Hisally?" She raised her eyebrows, and slowly sat up, the blanket slipped from her body to her waist, revealing her deep black hollow underwear: "You haven't rested yet?"

Xisali looked around and rubbed the corners of her eyes: "Why are you alone?"

"He went out just now, something is going on." Altea stretched out her thumb and pointed behind her: "I don't know what it is, but I haven't come back yet. What's the matter?"

"You said there can be anything else." Xisally chuckled lightly, walked over to the sleeping blanket and sat down diagonally: "I thought you were already..."

"Holy Light, I will leave tomorrow morning." Altea sighed: "I don't want to get up tomorrow morning and be laughed at by everyone. Don't you go to rest? You have been living with the princess for these two days. Together?"

"People here don't like other women in the barracks. They think that women coming to the battlefield mean the man's negligence. Elune is here, what a stupid idea." Xisali shrugged: "I just helped Io. Wen has cut her hair short. Tomorrow morning she will go to the battlefield with me. You are here. She hopes that I can come and ask you if she can set off in your army. She is well prepared. Sword and lance, ready to fight alongside her brother and adoptive father on the battlefield."

"How could I refuse." Altea lay down again: "Tomorrow morning, I will go to your tent to find you. Go and rest early. I don't know when Zelin will be back."

Hisalie had no idea of ​​leaving.

"You said... can you invite Zelin to Azeroth? I mean, he is the only one to go to Azeroth for rest and travel?"

Altea's sleepy eyes suddenly regained energy.

"Holy light is on." She chuckled slightly: "You and I thought of going together. Just now, I told him the same thing."

"I don't like this kind of life divided into more and less." Xisali lay down beside Altea, the night elves and the humans looked at each other: "I miss the days when we were in Dalaran more and more. I stayed every day. Together, enjoying food and shopping from all over the world, I sit on the balcony of my room, sipping juice, basking in the sun, and listening to what he has experienced." Xisali’s eyes flashed with nostalgia: "I can sleep every day. Wake up naturally and go to eat breakfast when the sun reaches noon. Although there was an invasion by the Burning Legion, I almost forgot about the Burning Legion in those days. If Elune appeared in front of me on the last night, I I want to make a wish to her and spend the next thousand years in exchange for more happy times like this."

Altea jokingly patted the druid's ass: "Who doesn't know that your night elves are immortal?"

"How can you doubt my determination?" Xisali clenched her right hand into a fist dissatisfied, and punched Altea on the chest: "But a thousand years is a long time for me, okay?"

"I understand." Althea lowered her gaze: "But does this make the Queen angry? Or the other people around her? Oh, I thought more than once, if he was just an ordinary Azeroth adventurer, That would be great. Maybe, he and I are living in a villa in Stormwind, enjoying a leisurely retirement life. I don’t need him to earn the front, although His Majesty Varian will definitely reward him with a lot of gold. His honor can be filled with a piece of paper, but my remaining savings will definitely be enough for the rest of our lives. Every day I go for a walk by the canal, and every morning, the servant will prepare breakfast for us. When it is noon, we will I can visit other nobles in the palace and have a meal with them in the restaurant. When the evening comes, I return home and relax in bed to relieve the fatigue of the day. Well, maybe every month, we can take a boat to other places. Travel, or take a horse-drawn carriage to visit the North County Abbey, to visit the reconstructed Night Town."

"No, you forgot another thing." Hisalie stretched out a finger and shook it: "There will surely be an annoying night elf at that time, writing to your husband every few days."

Altea was amused by Xisali’s joking: “No, it’s definitely not an annoying night elf.” She chuckled and said, “We can live together. But we frustrated the conspiracy of the Burning Legion minions together in Nightlight. Can’t people who have fought together and live together after victory? I’m serious, we have experienced life and death together, how could we be separated because of such a small matter. Well, at that time, if you don’t mind, it’s called Jamily Sin'dorei can also get a room in my servant’s residence."

"Then I really want to thank you." Xisali chuckled twice: "But...the premise of all this is that he is just an ordinary adventurer in Azeroth."

"Yes, but he is a prince." Altea lowered her gaze: "Fortunately, I didn't want him to take his wife to Stormwind City to meet me because of my duke status. Otherwise, he would definitely be there. Secretly joke."

"The prince is like a high-level priest of the Moon God Temple, maybe higher than that?"

"It must be higher than that." Altea said confidently: "Don't you see that the queen sometimes listens to his advice or asks for his opinion when making a decision? They seem to be together. Managing the country, it’s just that Zelin doesn’t seem to be interested in handling government affairs."

The two of them were silent for a while, and both fell into their own thoughts.

After about a few minutes, Hisari broke the silence: "You have invited him to Azeroth? What did he say?"

"He said that when the war is over, he might do it." Altea's fingers played with the ends of her hair scattered on her shoulders. Normally she would tie her hair into a ponytail and wait until she rested before untieing it: "We are afraid we will focus on this battle first. When you are on the battlefield, don't leave me too far away. This is the scale of the war that reminds me of In the Northrend War of the Northern Expedition, tens of thousands of soldiers were killed in that war alliance."

"I don't believe that the Dark Lord here can be more dangerous than the Burning Legion." Xisali chuckled lightly: "You are right, we have to leave tomorrow morning. See you tomorrow, Altea. I never thought of it before. There will be such a boyfriend, and because of this, I know more friends of other races. But... it seems not bad, if life is like in Baihua Valley, it would be better, but not like this, every day is too busy Alternately."

"Me too." Altea smiled: "Good night, Hisalie."

Chapter 2503 The Army of the South

"We can't sit and wait, brother. Father is desperate, but Mordor won't stop because of this."

Osgilius, between the sound of crossbow arrows and the screaming of slings, Polomo held his sword and pointed at the orc canoe on the river: "Soldiers of Minas Tirith are not enough. To block so many enemies, we must summon soldiers from all over Gondor to Minas Tirith to fight against Mordor."

The river was full of canoes coming from the east bank, and the Gondor archers stood on the broken towers and rubble piled up ruins, and kept shooting at the river. The black arrows traversed a long, slender, gentle parabola in the air, or hit a shield raised by a half-orc, or shot from a gap in the shield, and the half-orc that hit the arrow fell together with the fallen arrow. In the water, waves appeared on the calm river surface, as if bearing a heavy rain.

"Maybe the soldiers should be summoned directly to Osgilius. These days, the attack direction of the orcs has been moving north." Faramo was sitting on a broken stone pillar, his sword propped down on the ground: "I suspect They want to seize the Fortress of Andros. The number of soldiers on the fortress of that fortress is not as large as that of Osgilias, and that is the largest river island on the Anduin River. Whether from the east bank to the river island, or from the island Starting to the west bank, the river between them is very close, and half-orcs can even build pontoon bridges."

"No, my brother, their main attack direction is still here." Poromor stretched out his finger and pointed to the gravel and dust under his feet: "Here is the closest to Minas Tirith, and Andros Fortress is the closest to the city. Nastilis’ one day’s journey, the victory of that fortress will only make the Orcs suffer from the enemy-not only to face the Gondor in the south, but also to guard against the Rohan in the north. If they really do this, then It is to expose one's own weaknesses actively. Don't worry about Andros, brother, defend Osgilius before more reinforcements arrive."

Lightning flashed across the sky and hit the water. Electric sparks appeared on the water, and a wooden boat burst into flames, which was swallowed by the flames in the blink of an eye. The ignited orc waved his arms wildly and jumped into the water. Before long, the scorched corpse floated up and was washed downstream along the current.

"Sorcerer, to the north, an orc ship is approaching!"

The soldier's startled breath caught Virginia's attention. She turned her head, and five orc canoes approached the shore. On the beach were several Gondor who fell to the ground with arrows. More Orcs in the back found their way, rowed vigorously, and turned towards the breached shore.

"I got it."

Virginia took a deep breath and folded her hands together. The next moment, the sudden burst of electric light made many people's eyes dark. The light seemed to be absorbed by the electric light, leaving only a crack that seemed to cut a gap in the sky. The front half-orc canoe shattered like a glass thrown on the ground, along with the half-orc soldiers on the canoe. The explosion set off water waves, many canoes behind were overturned, and the orcs above screamed and fell into the water.

Virginia didn't see the result. She bent down and used the Magnus rod as a cane to support her body: "...Hurry up and block them." She waved to the nearby soldiers, and the air filled the air. With a scorching smell: "Strengthen your defenses and block them."

There is no need for her to say more, the soldiers who have seen wizard magic these days are no longer as shocked as the orcs when they saw the magic. When the lightning passed, the remaining soldiers immediately held up their shields, held long bows and spears. To the river beach. Shoot arrows at the enemy like raindrops.

The orc canoe that had not been affected by the lightning immediately turned around and fled back to the east bank.

"Then we have to mobilize more soldiers to defend Osgilius." Faramo scratched his shaggy hair: "It's about two days before the reinforcements arrive in Gondor, and the half-orcs' offensive is getting stronger and stronger. , Unless the guards of Baicheng are also mobilized here."

"White City is very close to Osgilius. It doesn't make much sense to keep too many soldiers inside." Poromo took a deep breath: "These days we all rely on the power of wizards to defend the river beach. Without her, maybe. The Orcs had already set foot on the land of the West Bank last night."

Late last night, the Orc ships took advantage of the sky to launch an attack. They almost succeeded, and they were only spotted by the sentry not far from the east bank. But Virginia lit the river bank with magic light, showing the direction of the orcs' attack. Polo Mo took the soldiers just summoned from White City to block the first wave of attacks from the orcs.

"What should I do next?" Faramo raised his head: "Every hour we have dozens of hundreds of soldiers sacrificed, and several times this number are injured. We can only insist on transferring the guards of Minas Tirith. For a short time."

"Then keep going, brother." Poromo stretched out his hand, grabbed Faramo's arm, and pulled him up from the ground forcefully: "You should think like this, the Dark Lord treats all the half-orcs in one breath. Come to Gondor to die. After we win this war, we will reinsert the Gondor flag on the tower of Dursan Fortress!"

Dursan is an ancient fortress in the north of Mordor. It is located at the foot of the Shadow Mountains, on the side of the Udon Plain behind the Black Gate, overlooking the Black Gate and monitoring the Doomsday Volcano. After the Last Alliance War, it was built by the Gondor soldiers at the time. Later, as Gondor was hit hard by the Loen and Harads, the soldiers of this fortress were transferred back to the land of Gondor, and the fortress was abandoned. Orcs occupy.

After the spell bombardment, the remaining orcs fled back to the East Bank in embarrassment. However, the Gondor soldiers did not celebrate. On the east bank, more Orc soldiers gathered.

"Coward!" a half-orc with a sarcoma complexion roared angrily. One of its arms was deformed and curled on its chest, covered with heavy armor, and a huge wolf was next to it: "A group of cowards! Stop all for me, no one is allowed to escape! Continue the attack, kill the humans, continue the attack! Drag all the boats up, their wizards can't hold on for long!"

The giant beast dragged more simple canoes to the gravel beach, while the remaining half-orcs followed their captains aboard, while slaves were on both sides of the canoes, pushing the canoes into the water. A Gondor soldier ran to the river and raised the shield in front of him to form a line of defense, while the longbowmen lined up behind the shield wall, placed arrows on the bowstring, opened the bowstring and aimed at the river, waiting for the commander’s Command.

With her magic wand, Virginia walked down the shattered stairs down the tower. Several nearby soldiers holding shields supported her to keep her safe, and resisted the arrows flying from the dark for her.

"They started again." Virginia saw the approaching Boromo: "Sorry, I need to rest and restore my strength and magic."

"You have done enough, sir, Gondor, thank you for your help." Poromo leaned forward and bent over: "Next, leave it to us. I will let the corpse of the orc rush to the south sea, warning Those pirates around the corner."

Virginia didn't say much, she just nodded.

The real war is more difficult than she expected.

Before in Mordor, Zelin would tell her where to go, what to do, and what position to hold with the spell. But on such a battlefield, she can only decide for herself where to resist the enemy, observe where the defense line is about to be broken, and urgently need assistance.

Not to mention, Middle-earth does not have the magic power that Virginia needs. If it is in Skyrim, she only needs a few breaths to restore the consumed magic power, but here, she can only rely on more and more Few magic potions to ensure the fullness of magic power.

Using a gravel as a seat, Virginia pulled away the black hair that was stuck to her forehead with sweat.