The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"I told him, but he insisted that natural death is the proper destination. Since the Holy Light summons his soul, he has no reason to stay in the world." Altea said lowly: "He has always been so stubborn. Otherwise, I would not leave the comfortable life of Stormwind and go to the night town where no one cares. Otherwise, my youth should be spent in comfort, warmth and jewels, instead of all day and mutant spiders and food. Dealing with humans and demons."

"Regret it?"

"No, after living in Stormwind for a while, I kind of miss the days in Nightlight Town." Altea moved her neck: "At least, I don't need to spend all day trying to figure out the meaning of other people's words. May the Holy Light let me thoroughly Stay away from them. I’m very happy. I don’t need to continue dealing with them in the future. If Zelin didn’t come back then and I could survive that disaster, maybe Redridge Mountain would be a good choice. Mayor Solomon sent adventurers more than once. I wrote a letter to Yese Town to seek help from my father, but unfortunately, the night watchman was unable to provide any support at that time."

"But the night watchman can now build more merits in the Alliance forces."

Tess's voice came from the entrance of the Magic Inn, and Francesca and Altea turned their heads and looked at them at the same time. The Duchess did not hide her surprise in the slightest.

"Your Royal Highness Tess." Altea stood up and bowed to the Werewolf Princess: "May the Holy Light bless you."

"So are you, sir, the light is blessing us." Tess nodded in return, and then looked at Francesca: "Mrs. Enid, I heard that you are leaving soon."

Francesca seemed to hear some joke, and chuckled: "When we met a few days ago, I told you. Maybe the Holy Light doesn't bless your memory. I recommend you go to church and drink less by the way. Alcohol, alcohol is bad for the brain."

Tess didn’t plan to circle with Francesca, she sat straight in the wooden chair opposite the wizard warlock, and Enid raised her eyebrows curiously: “Excuse me, ma’am, I remember you have a blood elf servant. Excuse me, can I meet her?"

Francesca and Tess looked at each other.

"Why? Did she make a mistake?" The elf warlock put down the recipe: "If she makes any stupid mistake, please tell me. When I get home, I will punish her."

Tess's gaze was like the female cat who found the mouse: "No, for safety reasons, I can't tell the reason, but I think you will definitely understand my approach. So, can you let me meet her?"

"I understand, Tess, but she is learning about inscriptions in the room. You may not know that Zelin is her academic patron. I think she should show her academic results to repay Zelin for her help. I don’t think it’s a good idea to go in and disturb her now..."

"It's just a far-off supervision." Tess slowly raised the corners of her mouth: "It won't disturb her study. You won't refuse my simple and reasonable request, will you?"

Chapter 2947: Plan B

Elves rarely show a look of surprise and bewilderment.

Maybe someone could make her do it, but Tess must not be one of them.

"Look, Your Majesty Tess." Francesca raised the curtain with her left hand, with a confident smile on her face: "What a serious and hardworking girl. I will never hate a hardworking young man, so for me My husband’s sponsorship plan, I very much agree. Azeroth’s inscription literature is a very interesting technique, and I hope she can become a master of inscription literature and apply it in more ways."

Tess's mouth opened slightly, and she stared at the blood elf sitting at the desk with a dull face, concentrating on the book. With the help of the dim light of the magic lamp, Yamily jotted down some key points of knowledge in her notes from time to time. Her gaze was focused, and she didn't even notice the few people peeping at the door. The sun shines through the window sill and shines on the cheeks without any blemishes. The blond hair is so dazzling.

Yamily is in Dalaran.

In other words, she is not the tribal envoy of Booty Bay?

She thought she caught the truth! Zelin must be helping his tribe friends in secret. Maybe it was Amelie disguised as Tallilian. They are all blood elves, and there is a magic that can easily change their appearance in the world of the demon hunter. It is not difficult to disguise one blood elves as another blood elves. After all, the tribal envoy is going to meet with representatives of the Ayn tribe, and Laettisha may not be able to recognize the difference between Sindorei.

But now, Yamily is sitting at the desk studying, while Joseph and Amber are watching the so-called tribal messenger in Booty Bay.

Tess thought that a sudden attack could catch Francesca by surprise. After all, the portal of chaos magic power is not so effective in Azeroth, which is full of arcane energy.

"His Royal Highness Tess?" the elf warlock asked tentatively, "His Royal Highness Tess?"

"Uh..."

"Are there any other questions?" Enid looked at Tess in confusion, with a sincere expression: "You haven't told me what exactly Yamily did wrong? Oh~ I think I need to help her correct her mistakes. ."

"Please forgive me, uh, for safety reasons, I have no comment." Tess clenched a fist in front of her mouth and coughed slightly: "But I think her suspicion has been ruled out. I am very happy with See you, madam, it's time for me to go. Stormwind still has a lot of business waiting for me."

"That's good." The elf folded his hands together and smiled with relief: "I hope everyone in my castle is a good person who abides by the law."

Altea, who knew the background of some people in the castle, couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Obey the law?

Maybe some people are, but some people...because of this, there are always contradictions in the castle.

Standing on the balcony, looking at Tess's back along the Magic Commercial Street, Francesca's mouth raised slightly: "Huh~young little wolf cub."

In front of the desk, Amelie's cheeks gradually changed, the corners of her eyes became thinner, her frontal bones gradually rose, and her chin no longer seemed so sharp. The bridge of the nose moved upward and the lips lost their blood color and became pale. The golden ponytail tied behind his head turned into short fluffy red hair.

Within a few seconds, Yamily who was studying became a motionless Tallilian.

"She's gone?"

Tallylian did not open her mouth, and a dark echo rang from her chest.

"Yes, she is very keen, but only a fool can't prepare a backup plan." Francesca walked to the opposite of Tallilian: "You can come out and let this lady go to rest. Altea?"

"Yeah."

The Duchess stepped forward, supporting Talilian's shoulder with one hand and her chest with the other.

A vague figure stood up from Talilian's body and walked across the desk to the elf warlock. Talilian looked like a puppet that had lost its magical support, and her limp waist fell straight forward. But Altea supported her so as not to knock her forehead on the table.

"How do you feel?"

"She's in good health." Maria glanced at Tallilian, who was sitting on the wooden chair, unable to move: "I'm very satisfied."

Francesca gave a smirk: "How about you occupy her body in the future?"

Maria nodded: "I accept your gift."

Talilian opened her eyes wide in horror, her eyeballs kept shaking, as if she was shaking her head, but she couldn't control her body to do anything.

What did she see?

The Alliance is secretly researching spiritism and necromancy!

"Don't be afraid." Altea comforted Talilian in a dubious manner: "They are just joking."

Talilian glanced at Altea, her eyes filled with distrust.

"The rest is up to you." Francesca said to Maria: "If you have any questions, remember to contact me at any time."

"You can rest assured." Maria's voice was cold: "But who is she?"

"It's definitely not Zelin's...good friend anyway." Francesca said: "Zelin intends to help her. She was seriously injured, but she is still alive. That's enough. I need to take her with her. Go to a safe place for treatment. Although Zelin can’t control himself sometimes, I don’t think he will act on the wounded. This is not the first time he has accepted the wounded. I think it’s just sympathy. It's a principled person, such as the wounded, such as the little girl who doesn't know the world..."

"Like Li Min?" Altea said suddenly.

"Li Min?" Enid frowned: "What's wrong with Min? She is just a little stunted, but as a twenty-year-old human, she barely qualified."

"Actually, one day, she was drunk and chatted with me, she said..." Altea hesitated: "She said that she was in the magic sanctuary back then, in order to prevent her classmates from underestimating her, in fact she had been lying about her age. She is only seventeen years old now, and she is younger than Liya."

"Why?" The elf warlock smiled dryly: "Her figure is obviously..."

"Actually, it's just a specially made breastplate. There is only one curve, but the inside is empty." Altea shook her head, wondering if she didn't want the elf to see herself smiling, or to avoid falling her eyes to inappropriate places.

The smile on Enid's face disappeared, and she opened her mouth slightly in surprise: "...can do this? Oh, no." She sipped: "How can she do this? No, I will be serious with her when I go back. Have a talk!"

Altea barely controlled her expression.