The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The Ethereal's bandaged head swept across Francesca and Jamily.

"It's okay, they can know."

"The best plan should be that only you and I know... if you insist."

A bandage of Xu Ling flew to the wooden door of the box and locked the door from inside. Afterwards, it fell silent, as if to make sure there was no wiretapping nearby. Yamily opened her eyes in surprise, waiting, and gave Ze Lin a somewhat bewildered look, as if she was telling the demon hunter that she should avoid it. Francesca's eyes jumped between Zelin and Tuvis with interest, as if observing an interesting performance.

Francesca didn't like being treated as a fool, but everyone knew that she came to Azeroth for not only one thing.

She is no longer a queen, and naturally she no longer needs any additional helpers.

This silence lasted about three minutes.

Until Tuvis's voice broke the silence.

"When you left Azeroth, many things happened here, including the invasion of demons, the Burning Crusade, and the advent of a Titan Excalibur, but changes always bring opportunities. Only by stirring up the sand can you discover gold. This is a Very confidential information, priceless... Have you ever heard of a mineral called Azerite?"

The 2910th Chapter Power Valley Conference

"Azerite?"

"Yes, I'm sure you can see it, this will never waste your time, Warchief."

The goblin took off his top hat with confidence, and his three-layered chin shook with excitement: "First of all, you must know the suffering that Bilgewater Chaebol had suffered before joining the tribe. Our island was horrified. The volcanic eruption destroyed countless lives and wealth in the sea and flames."

With that, Gary Vickers wiped the corner of his eye, as if to wipe away tears that didn't exist at all.

Sylvanas has always despised the hypocrisy of goblins, a group of dwarf clowns, parasites with only money in their eyes. But they are still very clever and can make many novel inventions. To assign these two qualities to the same creature is really an inferior joke made by the Creator.

In Orgrimmar’s Valley of Power, there is the Great Chief’s Throne Hall. The tribal chiefs of all generations will receive envoys here, negotiate with envoys from all races, and convene councils. Thrall, Garrosh, and Woking even more so. The trade prince of the Bilgewater chaebol seems to want to talk to the warchief in private. Vol'jin is an excellent hunter, he knows how to calmly analyze the target, and subdue the enemy from the shadows, just like what he did when he was against Garrosh.

But this time, Vol'jin insisted that Gary Vix was in the lobby of the Valley of Strength, in front of all race leaders, to speak out his plan.

Sylvanas wanted to hide in the shadow rift and act.

So she likes to see other people standing in the light.

Woking's voice was slow and steady. The chief seat prepared for the orc warchief may not be so comfortable for a troll.

"The tribe is deeply concerned about the loss of the Bilgewater Chaebol, and hope that you have walked out of the shadow of this disaster."

Gary Vickers did not continue.

The attendants served roasted wild boar and a variety of root vegetables to the table of the race leader, and the ale and Thunder Bluff spirits used to add to the fun filled every corner of the table. Tauren Chief Baine and Orc King Saurfang raised their wine glasses. Blood Elf Regent Lor'themar Theron moved his body nervously, but well concealed his discomfort.

After the attendants left, Gary Vickers again showed a sad look on his face.

"It's really a heavy loss. So many Kaya ore was gone all at once. I was heartbroken by looking at the financial statements of those years."

He took out a white handkerchief and snorted vigorously.

"Kaya Coke, give you inspiration. One cup is delicious, two cups are forgotten."

"You have enough billboards erected outside the auction house." Bain Bloodhoof said muffledly, "Cut to the point. What are you trying to express, goblin?"

"Oh, yes, greetings to you, Chief, I believe that even tauren will be conquered by the taste of Kaya Coke. My employees are developing grass-flavored Coke." Gary Vickers swept away his sadness and revealed his standards. With a smile on his face, he stretched out his index finger and clicked on his temple, and noticed Bain's impatient expression: "The topic, yes, the topic. After the day and night research by my geologists, I recently came to a surprising conclusion. The volcano that erupted in the Cozan Islands may not have been caused by the Deathwing Cataclysm. As you know, we dig deep in Cozan because we must provide customers with better Coke services. Kaya Coke is refreshing and refreshing... ...Hehe, but later, deep underground, we found something unexpected, a substance that has never been discovered so far."

"Substance?" Woking raised his eyebrows with interest.

"Yes, that's a miracle!" Gary Vickers opened his arms: "A small liquid vein will solidify when it touches the air and change its color. One of my miners gave him to me, so I Immediately send more exploration teams and miners underground to mine this ore. Unfortunately, Deathwing must be responsible for the loss of the Bilgewater Chaebol. Although the digging is so deep, plus a little explosive may indeed cause a volcanic eruption, but I just said it was possible. However, all those veins and mineral materials were lost. I thought I would never be able to see them again until..."

As he said, he waved his staff: "The depth of the demon sword pierced into the earth may be deeper than we thought."

"Facts have proved that mining these ores is wrong." Baine Bloodhoof said muffledly: "In order to mine these ores, you have already paid the life of the Goblin of Kezan Island. This has caused enough trauma to Mother Earth. What will be the result of a violent volcanic eruption and a large number of dismantling? Silithus’s sword of Sargeras has traumatized the earth for all to see. We should heal it instead of continuing to plunder."

"Facts will prove everything." Gary Vickers smiled confidently: "Why don't you observe it with your own eyes, Azerite's power?"

Sylvanas noticed that the ruby ​​on the top of Gallivex's cane was gone, replaced by a strange translucent object, like...

Amber.

The blue and white amber is mixed with a little dazzling gold.

Gary Vickers stepped forward and handed Woking the cane.

The chief of the Darkspear troll lowered his gaze and silently stroked the cane with his three-finger palm until his fingertips touched the amber at the top.

Sylvanas had never seen it before, and Vol'jin would show such a clear expression on his face. It was mixed with surprise, incomprehension, confusion, and unconcealable determination and strength.

The interlocking voices stopped, and the leaders on the banquet table looked at the warchief. Gary Vickers' confident smile became more pronounced.

Silence lasted for two minutes, and Woking silently removed his finger from Amber, and handed his cane to King Saurfang next to him.

Even the leader who didn't like to express his emotions showed an unexpected look when he touched Kohaku. Baine's expression was peaceful, his eyes widened, as if immersed in some kind of unextricable joy. Saurfang's muscles tightened, and this veteran seemed to have returned to his youthful age, a force that made all enemies fearful. Lor'themar clenched her fists in excitement. The last time Sylvanas saw his appearance, she won a big victory against the Zul Aman troll. At that time, the elven kingdom was strong and prosperous. The hair of Ji Huo Palm's whole body was erected, and he couldn't help but flip over the dining table in a front somersault, and somersault in the open space.

When Sylvanas recovered from the pandaman's improvisation, Gary Vix had already walked up to the Dark Queen with that unpleasant smile, holding a cane in both hands.

"Trust me." Gary Vickers said triumphantly: "You will be very excited about your discovery."

With scarlet eyes drooping, Sylvanas stared at the cane expressionlessly, and then slowly stretched out her dim and black fingers and slid towards Amber.

Suddenly, her eyes widened.

In extreme shock, she took a breath. She felt sad for her lost life more than once, more than once. She felt sorry for the living experience that she could never get. She could no longer appreciate the refreshing breeze, the aroma of wine and fruit, no more joy and pride, no more the lazy comfort of leisure, and no more satisfaction of eating when she was hungry. Never again feel the happiness of sleeping when you are sleepy. It can only be called the limitations of mortals in countless self-comforts.

She felt strong, a feeling that would never be possible in a dead body. She seemed to be alive again, blood and strength flooding every muscle under the skin. Her body seemed to be the embodiment of strength and agility, and she couldn't wait to break through the shackles of the mortal womb. Countless thoughts emerged from the dry brain, and those creative thoughts had already broken through the troubles of the soul.

She seems to be omnipotent.

It can even continue death!

Sylvanas released the orb, as if her finger had been burned.

It is another feeling that she has lost for many years.

"I think you have already figured out the power of this kind of power." Gary Vickers has turned around and walked back to the middle of the banquet hall, like a contestant who is about to give an award speech: "Fortunately, this kind of power is safely controlled by the tribe. In the hands, it’s just... now we have new competitors."

Chapter 2911: Before the Storm

"We can't hand Azerite to the Horde, let alone let this power fall into the wrong hands."

King Varian lowered his gaze, staring at the crystal lying in the palm of his hand.

"The goblins of the Horde are digging in Silithus." Matthias Shaw, the spy master of the Alliance, with his hands hanging beside him, said to King Varian: "According to my spy's report, the goblins are digging in Silithus. Carpet excavations are full of their dig sites. Obviously, the tribe has learned about Azerite, and I have enough evidence that the tribe is trying to hold Azerite in its hands and use it for militarization purposes. "

Anduin doesn’t have a good opinion of Shaw. This does not mean that he cannot understand how important the MI7 agent’s dedication to the Alliance is, but that he does not like to see those who give their lives to the Alliance but spend their entire lives. Dark line fighters who are all unknown. Everyone deserves honors and rewards commensurate with their dedication, but Shaw has always believed that this means sabotage to MI7.

In the chamber of Stormwind Fortress, the alliance leaders who had just attended the celebration and the unveiling ceremony of the monument gathered together around the square strategic table and listened to Shaw's report.