The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The undead girl covered her face with her hands and fell silent again.

She wanted to cry, but couldn't cry. She was in pain, but she could only maintain that cold look on her face.

Zelin patted her shoulder lightly.

He didn't know what could be comforted, but he understood the pain.

Graka Hot Springs——

Xisali was sitting next to the hot spring, washing her leg wounds with hot spring water.

The battle on the Perano Plain left her legs with sequelae. At that time, her leg fractured, although she later recovered, but she no longer seemed as convenient and flexible as in the past.

Saphronita looked around anxiously.

"Do you think he will succeed?"

"Don't worry, Saf." Xisali smiled slightly, holding the spring water in both hands, pushing it to her calf, letting the water drop fall down the firm and elastic skin: "As far as I know, no man can't. It’s troublesome to deal with. If I tell you what he has done, you will be surprised!"

"A woman in love is blind." Saf shrugged looking at Hisalie's expression when she mentioned Zelin. She has a deep understanding of this, otherwise, how could she make such an impulsive decision if she had always been rational.

"I can remind you that he has been to Broken Beach, and you must have heard of the things he did." Xisali smiled triumphantly: "Maybe you don't know he did it, but you know that. Thing."

"In other words, he is a hero? Adventurers, there are not many heroes. But how many heroes are still alive? I mean, the hero who participated in the first battle of the quicksand." Pointing his finger: "I heard that they attacked Icecrown Citadel together, but only one death knight survived. On the Frozen Throne, only Tirion Fording survived. That death knight became The death lord...wait! You said, he has been to Broken Beach?"

Seeing that Saf wanted to be awkward, Xisali chuckled and waved her hand: "Don't think too much, we will stay here and wait for him to come back. He will tell us what we are going to do next. Listen to him, surely not. Wrong."

"You are blind obedience." Saf murmured, "Not advisable."

Hesally said nothing, just humming the night elf music in a low voice.

After a while, Hisalie's ears heard the rustling of branches and leaves rubbing clothes against the bushes in the distance.

Turning her head, the druid saw Zelin walk over in silence, and she was relieved.

"Zelin, you're back..." She looked left and right: "Where is the goblin by your side?"

Zelin didn't say much, he just shook his head.

Xisally widened her eyes unexpectedly, and after a few seconds, she realized that she had not misunderstood Zelin's meaning.

"Oh...may the stars guide his way."

"Hisally, we should go back."

"Yeah." Xisali just nodded.

"You said..." Saf asked tentatively, "You said, Gary Vickers will follow Gritzker's advice? I am always a little worried. I admit that there are some unusual individuals in the goblins. But it is usually impossible for them to be in high positions in the goblin society. Is Gary Vickers a special case?"

"He better listen. Otherwise he will realize that he made the worst decision."

Zelin's icy voice made Saf shrink his head.

"Where are we going?" Hisalie asked, "Shall we go to Stormwind? The people in Stormwind Fortress must know this."

"You **** Saf to Stormwind." Zelin said to Hisalie, "I'm going to Dalaran to meet another person. Also, if you see Anduin in Stormwind, tell me He, I believe now, what he said is right. Humans, Sin'dorei, Dwarves, Tauren, Forsaken, Draenei. All people have intelligible similarities in nature, this world, It is just artificially divided into two camps, and the signs of division are hatred, arrogance and prejudice."

Chapter 2982: Jia Liya's nightmare

Jia Liya hummed a song, gently hugging the child in her arms.

Her child, her pride.

The crystallization of love, this precious little guy will get everything. She will give her the identity she deserves, this is her angel. Maybe at the moment she can only stay in Nanhai Town to live in seclusion, but she will work hard to give her daughter a complete and happy childhood and keep her away from the worries and worries of noble families.

Her daughter was smiling and crying.

Jia Liya kissed her daughter's cheek softly.

Tears are salty.

She heard the footsteps and raised her head. It was her handsome and gentle husband. He walked to her, kissed her lightly on the forehead, put his hand on his shoulder...

Withered bones and claws pierced her heart...

In the scream, Jia Liya suddenly sat up, her eyes wide open and stared at the darkness ahead in horror.

The bedding slipped from the body, revealing the skin that was still smooth and white under the blessing of the Holy Light. Her body was dripping with sweat, but she could not feel the heat, only cold, icy cold to the bones.

Grasp the bed sheet with both hands and cover his chest. Jia Liya gasped heavily, her tears mixed with cold sweat, and she slid down her cheeks.

Nightmare.

Nightmare always haunts her, and after so many years, she will never be able to get rid of this nightmare.

The palm of his hand slowly moved upwards, covering his cheeks, and there was a weeping sound between his fingers.

How can she get rid of it...

There was a dull rubbing sound outside the door, like something dragging on the ground. Then there was a soft knock on the door.

Jia Liya rubbed her red eyes and took a robe: "Please wait a moment."

She returned to a familiar place.

The Temple of Void Light, home to all scholars who specialize in holy light. The priests explored and learned more ways to heal scars in the temple, whether it is external scars or inner pain. In the eyes of the priest, the inner pain and the skin and flesh scars, healing the latter means healing the body, but comforting the former means healing the soul. A healthy person should have a strong body and a strong soul, and sometimes, they must also cut off the completely necrotic part. This is also the other side of the light, the necessity of the existence of shadows.

After getting dressed and putting on the boots by the bed, Jia Liya walked to the door and opened the wooden door.

It's Eleanor, a pastor of the Forsaken.

At first, Jia Liya was shocked by this existence. In her cognition, the holy light should purify all evil beings, and the undead is one of the evil creatures. But later, in contact with these forsaken priests, she realized that their current state is no different from when they were alive.

The Holy Light will not be transferred due to personal will and cognition.

It will only judge the soul, not the body.

"What's the matter, what's the matter, Eleanor?"

The look of the Forsaken priest was a little unnatural, his eyes gleaming with amber gleams.

"Some things, but... for a long time, no one has mentioned it, but after experiencing so much, many of my compatriots have some ideas. Can we talk about it in private?"

"Of course."

Jia Liya led Eleanor into the room, and Eleanor closed the door easily. The two of them sat on the edge of the bed, and before Jia Liya started to ask questions, Eleanor couldn't wait to talk.

"When I returned to the Undercity last time, someone asked me how it feels to work with the Alliance... to be precise. They want to know how humans think about them today. And they told me Some names were given to family members of their relatives when they were still alive. After so many years of war, the thing they most want to know is whether their relatives are still alive. Some of them lived in Stormwind. After the Second World War, Lordaeron moved to Stormwind as an immigrant."