The Journey of the Demon Hunter

It seems that the sun today is brighter than ever.

"Yamily."

Suddenly, on the stairs in front of the Krasus platform, Jamily saw her two classmates. They both carried a parcel in their hands, which contained books, and the apprentice's robe turned into a cotton dress. Seeing Yamily's brand-new mage robe and the magic necklace on her chest, one apprentice rolled his face away, while the other apprentice smirked. "Have you finally become a mage?"

"Yes, I can get the ring representing the magister immediately, although it is the lowest level magister." Yamily laughed, she did have a reason to laugh. When she had just received the letter from the Magic Necklace and the Silvermoon City Magisters Association, she sat in front of the mirror and giggled for a long time. Yamily looked at the two people in front of her. "Are you leaving?"

"Yes." The silver-haired Doris scratched her head with a wry smile. "None of us expected this to be the result. Congratulations, Jamily. Maybe we can go back and find some safer work, away from the Burning Legion... If your magic tower needs a tapestry in the future, Please consider my work first."

"Of course, of course, when I build my own mage tower, I will definitely buy the blanket you woven first." Yamily agreed without hesitation. Although she hadn't put on the mage ring yet, she became a senior Magister, and possessing the power to build magic towers, seems to be no longer as remote as it used to be. She has taken the first step and the hardest part of this road. What else can stump her?

Doris seemed to be relieved, and she smiled cateringly. "In the name of Nikko, thank you so much. After you choose the site of the magic tower, please don't forget to invite me to visit."

Cecilia, with the red hair on the side, remained silent.

"We should go." Doris looked in the direction of the Krasus platform. "Stonenard should have an airship to the Undercity. If it is late, I am worried that the airship will also be transferred to Kalimdor to transport soldiers."

"Right, wait." Jamily stopped them suddenly. "How is Hilda?"

"She is still in the hospital. I think her family will send someone to pick her up." Doris shook her head. When the group of them left Silvermoon City and came to Dalaran, who would have thought of such an ending. She and Cecilia returned to Eversong Forest with nothing. Yamily, the least optimistic, became a magister, and Hilda, who had the most hope to become a magister, nearly died. Although she is still alive, no one knows what the consequences will be. Maybe they can only be thankful that Hilda has a good family, otherwise they will inevitably become a demon addict who loses their mind in the end.

Once competitors, opponents. But when all this came to an end, there was only melancholy in my heart.

"How are you going to get to Stonenard?"

Doris and Cecilia looked at each other. "The two of us walked together and walked along the road of Swamp of Sorrows. Now the Alliance and the Horde are cooperating. We can also stay in the Alliance camp on the road. If it’s just a wild creature, we can make some flames. I guess it only takes four. You can walk to the airship station in just a few days."

"You take this." As she said, Jamily took out ten gold coins and stuffed them into Doris's hands. "Go to Karazhan and hire a carriage to Stonenard. It only takes two days to get there. And there is no need to stay in the dangerous swamp. The devil’s minions are everywhere, and it’s dangerous outside, as soon as possible. Go back to Quel'Thalas. If possible, I think Karazhan should have many adventurers waiting for the mission. They are happy to **** you back. The Swamp of Sorrows is very dangerous. I heard that even soldiers will disappear in the swamp. . You better hire some helpers."

"This, this is too much......"

"The Kirin Tor paid me a lot." Yamily laughed again. "That's not much at all. Oh, corona, I would say such things. When I get the chance, when I return to Quel'Thalas, we must go to the Garden Market to meet again."

"We will be waiting for you in Quel'Thalas."

After the two classmates disappeared in the teleporting light on the Krasus platform, Yamily patted her cheek and muttered to herself in a low voice.

"Come on, Jamily, you can do it."

The rising sun in the sky behind the Violet Castle spreads the shadow of the castle on the street made of light red stone bricks. Yamily faced the rising sun and walked towards the square in front of the castle. She thought about the advice Zelin had given. It was indeed a good idea to change the environment, so she thought about joining an adventure team or accepting other employment to hone her personal abilities. It is said that the Kirin Tor Council is expanding its strength and recruiting mages from all over the world to fight against the demons in the name of Violet Eye. If she can come up with a record of fighting against the devil alone, maybe she can directly serve for the members of the Kirin Tor Council.

Walking on the street, the two neatly dressed black men passing by made Yamily glance more.

Dalaran, all kinds of strange people can be encountered.

At the agreed place, half an hour earlier than the previous time, the person recruiting adventurers appeared. A human wearing a light blue mage robes and a white beard. He looks more than fifty years old, but the arcane magic power can extend his life, and many human wizards can live from one hundred to fifty to two hundred years old. This is long for ordinary humans, but for blood elves it is just a blink of an eye. After leaving the Well of Eternity, the high elves usually have a lifespan of 5,000 to 7,000 years. Their first king, Dasremar. The Sunstrider, died in front of the Dark Portal for about 300 years, until the invasion of the undead began, and the society of the high elves Cong Jianguo is only the second and third generation.

"You came too early, blood elf." The human mage seemed a little unsatisfied. "There is still half an hour before the agreed time."

"Generally speaking, letting the other party wait for the first meeting will reduce the probability of success. For processes that require a success rate, we should first consider promoting events with a high success rate and reducing the possibility of interference." Yamili took a deep breath. "In the name of Nikko, you have been ahead of schedule. Aren't you also doing this?"

"Of course not, I want to find more hires, this is very troublesome." The white-haired mage mumbled. "But since you have arrived early, you are ready to go to Karazhan."

"You hire a lot of people, which means the task is so troublesome that you think you can’t rely on a simple team of adventurers to complete the task, and you don’t know how many people can do it, so you always want to find more adventures. I thought it was commissioned by the Kirin Tor Council?"

"Kirin Tor Council? No, I work for Archmage Xylem." The male mage rubbed the tip of his nose. "The Kirin Tor Council is not yet qualified to give orders to the Archmage. The Archmage believes that he has a very important discovery that must be implemented as soon as possible. However, he is lack of skills, so he will consider recruiting adventurers. Also, your tone of voice Has it always been this strange?"

"Independent mage?" Yamily was a little surprised. Over the past thousands of years, the mages of Azeroth have always had a complete cooperative organization, independent of the organization and named as the archmage are all powerful spellcasters, after all, they are not strong enough. , It is impossible to communicate and cooperate with the Kirin Tor Council as an equal. The last most famous independent mage was Medivh and Jaina before Theramore was destroyed. "Where does this mage live?"

"The Mage Tower of the Archmage Xylem is located in Azshara, Kalimdor, you better not have other ideas.....Asnee!" The male mage sneezed. "Apprentice. Archmage Xylem doesn't meet guests casually. Only the smartest can pass through the puzzles he set up on the enchantment of the mage tower. In the past, several overpowered guys were burned by the enchantment. Ash."

"I am a magician! The same as your human magician!" Yamily flushed and raised her voice. "It's just that the ring has not been sent from Silvermoon City to Dala yet!"

"Well, Mage, Mage." The mage waved his hand helplessly. "Don't care what it is, take this first."

With that said, he took out a lavender badge, which depicts a flame caught in his hand. "With this badge, go to Karazhan to report to our recruiters."

Yamily frowned, rubbing the badge in her hand, and there was a cold sensation on her fingertips. "When will your recruitment work end?"

"About two days later, we will go through the portal and go to Kalimdor to meet the Archmage."

Chapter 224 Prelude to Assassination

"Hey, did you see the blood elf walking away humming just now?"

Smith asked Jones quietly. The two of them headed up and walked on the streets of Dalaran. Perhaps only in such a place, their clothes will not be so eye-catching. Generally speaking, agents do not wear this appearance, but in Dalaran, this kind of clothing can avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble.

"I saw it."

"Could that be our connector?" Smith felt a little silly. "That's like our contact code?"

"Are you awake?"

"Wake up."

"Then don't ask such stupid questions." Jones snorted. "How can we cooperate with the blood elves, that is not the silver covenant elves who have joined the alliance."

"But yesterday we also talked about cooperation with undead pirates."

"That is an order, not cooperation."

The two men in black walked towards the square in front of the bank while talking. Dalaran Bank may be the largest bank in Azeroth. Smith doesn't know what is going on in Orgrimmar, but Stormwind Bank really cannot compare with the size of Dalaran Bank. However, no matter how you look at it, Orgrimmar’s bank cannot surpass Stormwind City. If the blood elves and Kezan goblins had not joined the tribe, the tribe’s wealth level would probably be not as good as the Bilgewater Chaebol.

In the square, the goblin magician still performed his tricks tirelessly, attracting the citizens of Dalaran to stop and watch. The little man in a tuxedo jumped in front of the huge Ronin statue. From time to time, spectators threw coins into the top hats lying in front of them on the ground.

"Don't forget what our purpose is today."

"Look for an agent here." Smith resisted the thought of wiping sweat from his forehead. In the early morning, Dalaran in the sky was filled with a chill, but there was no way to eliminate the tension in the agent's heart. "Find out what is going on with this order. Anbo used to be our colleague, but in the end we wanted to... Do you think it would be this goblin? I remember that Dalaran's contact point is on the right side of the bank stairs. Inside the flowerpot."

In front of Dalaran Bank is a stairway that is more than four meters high. The edge of the stone steps is wavy, surrounded by smooth stone brick walls, together with the main building under the wide round arch, it seems to present a certain elegant and soft atmosphere, but this makes the steps and the buildings on both sides There were many vacancies, so the bank staff put potted plants here, but few people noticed these corners, these potted plants were also covered with a layer of dust.

"Impossible, these little green skins will sell the secrets of MI7 to any buyer who can afford it." Jones frowned slightly. "We didn't go to the wrong place, did we? I remember Dalaran has two banks."

"Yes, I asked the guards, it's the bank of Nippon Plaza." Smith pushed his sunglasses. "Go, try if you can bring out the contact... Damn, when I can write a memoir after retirement, I must write this down. We actually want to seduce one and us like an enemy The same agent took the bait to confirm whether to kill another agent."

After walking into the corner of the bank steps, on the left is the towering stone stair wall, and on the right is the outer wall of the store. This may be one of the few places on the surface of Dalaran covered by shadows. No one knows whether this is the magic of the mage or the delicate work of the craftsman. Whenever you get close to a stone brick, the polished stone brick will show a faint reflection, like a twinkling nebula, but it will disappear after you move away. Maybe only the creator can give the answer.

Walking to the potted dwarf pine, Smith took off his sunglasses and sighed. Neither he nor Jones didn’t know who they would be waiting for. Maybe no one would show up at all. After getting this top-secret information, everything seemed to become strange, or in other words, the world they were familiar with when the Burning Legion’s invasion began. Disappeared.

A man with light brown and short hair walked into this corner with an engineering machine in his arms. He glanced at the two men in black next to the potted plant with a strange look, and then took the emerald green robot in his arms that looked like a crab. Put it on the ground. He twisted the key on the robot. After a few seconds, a pair of small iron wheels under the robot turned and began to clean the cockroaches hiding in the shadows in the corner.

Smith gave Jones a look, and Jones shook his head slightly, indicating not to act rashly.

After a while, after the robot cleaned up the cockroaches in the corner, the brown-haired man walked to the stopped robot, bent down, patted its head like a pet, and then picked it up again. Then he turned and looked at the man in black next to the potted plant.

"Hi, what are you doing?"

"We are...waiting for someone." Jones said casually, wiping the drops of sweat from his forehead. "We originally planned to meet at Nippori Plaza, but the sun is so good today, so the two of us decided to come in the shade."