The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The door was not closed at all, but Zelin stood at the door and knocked on the door panel first.

"Please come in, guest." The innkeeper said in a strange accent. He touched his bald head and sat up: "What do I need? Drink and eat? Here is the best roasted wild boar, which was just brought out by the hunters from the Elwynn Forest. It is absolutely fresh and delicious."

"Four people, four rooms." Zelin stretched out four fingers. He glanced at Anduin: "Do you need anything to eat?"

"I have no appetite at all right now."

"But you are not a superman yet. Before a big battle, in addition to investigating the enemy's intelligence, you have to fill your stomach, replenish your energy, and regain your strength. Give this person some barbecue, water and vegetables. Madam, come with a plate of fruit. You can go up first, and I will wait here for a while to help you bring it up."

The innkeeper said he could help deliver the food to their respective guest rooms after the food was prepared, but Zelin declined his kindness. At this time, it is best for them to reduce the number of contacts with unnecessary strangers. Everything went smoothly on the road, but there was still one day before the meeting arranged by Anduin, and he didn't want to encounter any trouble in these twenty-four hours.

There were only three residents in the inn, all of whom took the subway from Ironforge to the Dwarven District of Stormwind to deliver goods, or to visit relatives’ dwarves.

Sitting at the dining table in the living room, Zelin closed his eyes, thinking about the next plan.

Anduin's idea may indeed have some feasibility. He said that when he was a child, he had heard that an adventurer in Nanhai Town saw a ghost of the Sfield family in the Western Plaguelands. The ghost still retains its sanity, and it commissions adventurers to give a comb to relatives in Stormwind as a souvenir.

It was because of that incident that made Anduin doubt for the first time that the court advisors claimed that the undead were unclean and evil.

First, they have to go to the City Hall of Storms next to the Holy Light Cathedral to inquire about the people who had their families in Lordaeron that year, and then sort these people into a list, sort them by family, and give them to the Banshee in the Undercity. King Sylvanas, I hope Sylvanas can investigate whether there are dead relatives of these families among the undead under her rule. And whether these undead want to reunite with relatives who are still alive.

After receiving the reply, Anduin will send a letter of inquiry to some of them who are willing to meet again, inviting them to Stormwind Fortress and asking them if they have the intention to meet with their dead relatives.

Anduin had planned to hold a large-scale meeting. According to his ideas, he hopes that this family meeting can invite more senior alliances and tribes to participate in the viewing. But Zelin suggested that Anduin, he had better give up this idea. First hold a small meeting. The smaller the better, and it is best that the humans and the undead only send a few people.

But this matter is still very difficult.

After all, Anduin is now only a prince, not the Supreme King of the Alliance. Moreover, he is a pastor, so for comparison, Tess may have more authority than Anduin. What the pastor wants to do is to calm people's hearts, and Tess is a member of the Uncrowned, an important member of MI7. King Jean is already very old. Although his body is still strong because of the werewolf curse, he also wants to command the Gilneas brigade to fight for the alliance. Part of Gilneas' internal affairs has gradually been transferred to the sole heir, Tess.

If he were the Supreme King, everything could be much more convenient.

The innkeeper walked past Zelin, preparing to close the door. Patrol guards holding torches and lanterns have appeared outside.

The sound of pushing the door suddenly stopped.

A slightly hoarse woman's voice came to Zelin's ears.

"Excuse me, are there any extra rooms?"

Chapter 2994 Late Night Story Meeting

The innkeeper was Myron. After saving some savings, he decided to leave Lakeside Town and live in a safer city in Stormwind. He heard that there was a pig and whistle hotel for sale in the old city. At first, people nearby advised him that this hotel would bring bad luck to the owner, and there were not even many guests willing to live in. Compared with the overcrowded gold rose in the trading zone, only the most downcast explorers live here.

But today, he believes this is his lucky day.

The guests at the door wore a sea-blue shawl, and the pale white corset on the upper body looked a little dim and dusty, as if they had experienced a long journey. Under the shirt is a decorative drape that hangs on both sides of the waist. Inside, there are riding clothes that are easy to move and boots to the middle of the calf. The traveler is carrying a magic wand behind his back, and the diamond-shaped sky blue crystal on the top of the wand is eye-catching in the night.

As we all know, mages are rich people.

"Of course, please come in, guest."

He didn't know why the mage would come to the small hotel in the old city instead of living in the cozy magic tower in the magic area dedicated to entertaining foreign mages. But he is in business, how could he refuse the opportunity to make money?

"What do I need to eat? We have the best roast wild boar here, as well as the dwarf wine that was purchased not long ago. If you want something simple, we have Dalaran cheese and wine from Darnassus. Authentic elf products."

"Don't want Dalaran cheese." The guest curled his lips: "Just like wine, I want Darnassus cheese."

Many guests have strange and weird hobbies, Myron understands it very well, just like as a resident from Lakeside Town, he will never touch food and drinks related to orcs. Back then, the Blackrock Orcs caused so much trouble for them, and no resident in Lakeside Town did not hate the Orcs.

"Of course, guest, please come in, and you will be fine soon. Do you have any luggage? I will help you bring it to the guest room."

"No thanks, no more."

The mage nodded politely to Myron, she walked into the hall, her eyes under the hood looked around, and finally placed it on the demon hunter sitting at the dining table.

To be precise, put it on the plate in front of Zelin.

"The scallions are roasted and roasted until the skin is charred." She sat directly opposite Zelin and said slowly, looking at the roasted wild boar legs placed in front of Zelin: "It should be accompanied by a bottle of turbid spirits. , The standard orc practice. But in order to adapt to human tastes and habits, in recent years they will match the more acceptable moon wine and goat cheese. Once, I have more than once wondered when I can see people right in Stormwind. The food from the tribal race was praised."

"I believe that in some places, creatures with similar taste bud structures will have the same views and opinions on food." Zelin held a knife and fork and looked up and down at the mage sitting in front of him. Although the latter's clothes looked shabby, he could see the fine embroidery hidden under a thin layer of ashes and the ornaments full of magical power. He lived in Dalaran for a period of time, and among all the wizards he had come into contact with, only a handful of wizards could wear such magic equipment. Not to mention, as long as you have some simple understanding of the wizard's wand, you can realize what kind of power may be contained in the wand that is placed by the stranger.

Yamily's dream is to have a powerful wand, not a wand that can only throw fireballs and arcane missiles.

"Do you study biology?"

"Slightly heard." Zelin was noncommittal.

In fact, Enid told him these words.

"Holding a sword?"

Zelin raised his eyebrows: "I just saw a gourmet carrying a staff. You also know a lot about orc food, don't you?"

The mage's voice hesitated, and finally became indifferent: "I hate them."

The innkeeper brought the cheese and sake she ordered at the right time, and the mage put away the cold look, thanked him, and put down enough silver coins. But Zelin realized that the mage's attention was not on the food in front of him.

She has other purposes.

A spellcaster who may have a high status suddenly appeared here?

The other party had been wearing a hood all the time, perhaps with the help of magic, and the upper half of his cheek was hidden in the shadow of the hood, making Zelin unable to see her clearly anyway. This may be a trick of arcane magic, but it's a pity that Zelin doesn't know anything about it.

But he must be careful.

There are also many spellcasters serving for MI7, and in Stormwind City, there are not a few people who are able to hire wizards to work for them. Zelin had to be suspicious while escorting an important person. It's better to be suspicious than to trust others.

After the innkeeper left, the mage asked Zelin again: "Don't you hate them? No, I know the answer, you certainly won't. This is the world, isn't it?" She lowered her sorrowful eyes, "Innocent. People always persuade themselves with various reasons that they should be forgiven and forgotten. Only by letting go of hatred and holding hands can we move towards a better future. As everyone knows, she is about to give hugs to those who laugh at her innocence in her heart , And prepared to use this stupidity to destroy everything around her. But when the people close to her gave warnings, she scoffed at being stubborn, stupid, and ignorant. In fact, she didn’t know who was stupid and paranoid. People. Isn't such a person ridiculous? What do you think?"

Zelin thought for a while and nodded: "You are right. Such people are indeed stupid and innocent. To the enemy, they are indeed a rare stupid opponent. The loved ones hurt the enemies quickly, do you want to have a bite? ?According to my personal experience, people who have gone through a long journey should eat some grilled meat sprinkled with salt, otherwise they will feel weak."

"No, I won't touch them."

Zelin shrugged as he listened to this determined tone.

"That's your fault, ma'am."

He cut off a small piece of meat with a dining knife, then put a fork in it, and shook it in front of him: "I said stupidity, it was the lady's method, not her behavior. Her behavior is commendable. The most lacking thing in this world is the pacifist. When you can easily grab a lot of things with your hands, it is difficult for anyone to choose peace."

"Your words are contradictory."

"No, ma'am." Zelin put his hands down: "Your words reminded me of a story. Since you told me a story, do you want me to tell you one too?"

The mage fell silent, and after a few breaths, he spoke slowly.

"Listen thoroughly."

Chapter 2995: The Legend of Sadness