The Journey of the Demon Hunter

For some reason, Thalyssa suddenly had such thoughts in her mind.

"An ordinary person who has lost his heart will not have a staff by his side."

The voice gradually became intermittent, and a strong sleepiness surged into her heart. She wanted to shrink her body, it was too cold.

"Guard...wanted criminal...Suramar. I suspect this...exile..."

"...To the north, the ruins of the temple there...There are magic crystals. Those are crystals condensed by magic energy. I have felt...It's nearby."

"Really? There are withered people everywhere, but they...we saw it last night..."

The light gradually dimmed.

Talissa wanted to analyze some intelligence from these words, but she completely lost consciousness in the next moment.

Chapter 2195: The Weird Temple

This is the first time Zelin has carefully observed a withered person up close.

Skinny, withered face, trembling teeth, trembling all over, almost non-human shape.

Degenerate.

According to what he had heard before, this was a degradation. Relying on magic power, the high-level elves developed a splendid civilization. But when they lose their magic power, they will degenerate into beast-like creatures, whether it is Xardorei, known as the Son of the Night, or Sindorei, the blood elf. Xisari always believed that this was the reason why Kaldorei chose a better path than other elves. They rely on life and nature and live on the tree of the world. No one can destroy nature, but magic is easy to lose.

"Yes, sir, here, I do feel the existence of some magic power. It should be the crystallization of magic power. I only learned about Suramar in books, maybe there are detailed records in other books, but The invasion of the Scourge destroyed many libraries."

Yamily thinks there is a weak magic in this cave, but Zelin disagrees.

"Let me say that if there was magic here, the Withered would have rushed in." Zelin held a featureless stone in his hand. At the entrance of the cave, Yamily found a magical stone. The blood elf's affinity for magic makes her very sensitive to the existence of magic. "I don't think that putting a stone into her mouth can help her regain her sanity."

"There must be magic in it, sir, I can be sure." Yamily hesitated for a few seconds, her eyes rolled to the inside of the cave: "I feel that there seems to be more magic in it."

"Really?"

Zelin looked inside the cave. It was very hidden here. He noticed an exile holding a staff fleeing nearby, and then some guards appeared in the direction of Suramar. He carried the Withered Man, who had lost consciousness due to the addiction, into the cave. Several guards walked through the cave without realizing who was hiding here.

After all, they have found a great hiding place.

Or to other more dangerous places?

"It can't be wrong, sir. Maybe I don't know other things, but I will never make a mistake in perceiving arcane energy. This is a required course to become an apprentice."

Yamily followed Zelin's gaze. The corner blocked their gaze, hiding the inside of the cave behind.

"You are looking at her here. If this kind of stone really has so much magic power, see if you can wake her up." Zelin stood up and patted the dust on the leather pants: "I'll go inside and take a look. . If there is any danger here, we may have to prepare to move to other places."

The exile being chased aroused Zelin's curiosity. He had seen how Suramar exiled subjects who violated the will of the Grand Magister. Throwing directly out of the enchantment range will never allow you to return. The withered in the Monet node is the proof. But he had never seen him before, and would send guards to chase after his exile. Perhaps this Withered Man was not exiled, but took the initiative to escape from Suramar, and her presence could obviously threaten the Grand Magister Elisand, and must send guards to chase down to avoid future troubles.

Pressing one hand on the hilt of the ebony blade, Zelin drew out the rune of the Kunen's seal. With his back attached to the corner wall, Zelin poked his head out slightly and looked inside the cave.

Behind the corner is a narrow tunnel that can only be passed by an adult. Bend down and stepped lightly, the demon hunter cautiously approached the end of the tunnel. He did not hear any sound, but the trap made no sound. He can only take every step cautiously, ready to step back and dodge in the next second at any time.

The next moment, he held his breath.

Passing through the tunnel, the line of sight suddenly opened up. The first thing that catches the eye is a wide hall. A long bridge extends forward from the exit of the tunnel. The long bridge extends for five meters to form a circular platform. Below the platform is a sunken pit, and the stone pillars supporting the platform are surrounded by spirally descending stone steps. Slowly moving forward, Zelin walked to the platform and looked around. The surrounding walls are covered with hard stone slabs, and the stone slabs depict patterns that the demon hunter cannot understand. The bluestone bricks on the ground have already been covered with a thick layer of dust, but there are no cracks, and the excellent materials cannot leave any traces on them even for years.

Zelin walked to the edge of the platform and looked down. There was a wide space below, and the spiral staircase disappeared into the shadow below.

He raised a soul stone. After leaving the castle, the demon hunter often carried a stone that could emit a soft cold light just in case. There was no light in some places and no open flames could be lit. At this time, he needed Cold light to provide some light. With the help of the soul stone's light, Ze Lin saw that there was still a wide space directly below.

Frowning, Zelin raised his head and looked at the top of his head. Sunlight spilled in through the cracks in the rocks in the middle of the vault, and a ray of sunlight just shone on the center of the platform. There is a lot of space here, and there are artificial traces everywhere. According to Zelin's experience, this is like a temple, a temple left by the Night's Son. However, this place has been abandoned for a long time, except for the rock structure, only decaying wooden chairs and long tables are left.

Looking around carefully, the demon hunter did not see any dangerous creatures like golems or structures. Generally speaking, in such dilapidated temples, the only guards that exist are golems abandoned by past masters. In the world of the demon hunter, when he explores the ancient tomb, he never approaches any statue or scroll. No one knows whether those things will suddenly come to life or hide dangerous magic.

Taking a few steps back, he was about to leave. An unplanned temple disturbed him. In the past, his badge could warn him when a magic trap appeared, but the chaos magic power was very different from the arcane energy, and he didn't get any warning here.

As long as there are no creatures that suddenly attacked him in the temple, this is a good hiding place. The Nightborne Guards didn't seem to know this location. It might be because it was abandoned for too long and the location was hidden, so that the guards who had been in the city for 10,000 years had long forgotten that there was such a temple not far from Suramar. Perhaps the mages of Dalaran would be interested in this place. In his impression, all spell researchers are overly curious. This is true in any world.

"Ah—"

Suddenly, a scream came from outside the tunnel, and the scream stopped abruptly.

Ze Lin turned his head abruptly.

There was only silence after the tunnel.

Yamily? !

Chapter 2196: Arcanist Talissa

Zelin leaned against the corner, he took out the mirror, slowly straightened his arm, and observed the situation behind the corner through the mirror.

Yamily pressed her back against the rock wall, raised her hands, her eyes drooping nervously at the tip of the ice against her throat, her eyes filled with panic, her gaze glanced into the cave, and then turned back abruptly. In front of Yamili, the withered man stared at the blood elves in front of him, with the light in his eyes as if he wanted to see through the blood elves, and there was a dangerous gleam in the staff. Under heavy breathing, the arm holding the staff showed no signs of trembling.

"What are you looking at?" The Withered Man narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes looked fierce, and his bloodless lips grinned with sharp teeth. "Who are you, outsider?!"

"I'm not malicious, madam, I just want to, uh, help you clean up the dust on your body." Yamily squeezed a harmless smile: "Can you put down the staff first, lest uh... ...."

The withered man raised his staff by one point.

"Tell me, why are you here? I have never heard of the arrival of outsiders in the Broken Isles. Who are you and what is your purpose?! If you are innocent, I will not hurt you, if you If you have dangerous thoughts, I suggest you consider the last words as soon as possible!"

The black blade rested on the shawl.

"Maybe you should listen to other people's suggestions?" Zelin's voice came from behind the Withered: "Put down the staff, unless you decide to compare with me. Did you pierce her throat first, or I cut it off first? Your head. As for my suggestion, I think you'd better not try this, otherwise we will rescue you from those hunting guards. The only function is to prove whether my sword is as sharp as before."

The staff slowly put down, the withered man turned his head slightly, and looked sideways at the demon hunter behind him, his eyes full of vigilance and suspicion.

"You rescued me from the guards?"

"I can't talk about saving, just hide you here before they find you. If you can put the staff aside, I think the atmosphere of this conversation could be better." Zelin cast aside his head: "You The person in front of you helped find a magical spar. If it weren't for her, you would still be in a coma. Will the Night Son repay those who have helped them by pressing the tip of the staff against the throat?"

"If it weren't for her trying to take my wand just now." The withered man dropped his arms, bent over and placed the wand on his feet. "I thought she was a thief."

"I see that you have been holding the wand tightly, and I am worried that that thing will **** the arcane energy from you like some wands." Yamily muttered dissatisfiedly: "In the name of daylight, I see I have been to many better staffs, so I won’t envy your weapons."

"Thank you for helping me get rid of Elisande's minions." The Withered Man sighed softly. After Zelin put down the ebony blade, she turned around and looked at the demon hunter carefully with her dim eyes. "You are outsiders? You came to fight the devil, right? You received my distress signal?"

"No, we didn't see any distress signal." Zelin shook his head, seeing the Withered Man closing his eyes in disappointment, he stretched out his hand. "Can you tell me your name? We can go inside, it's too close to the entrance of the cave."

"I am Chateaurethalisa, the son of the night." She sighed and rubbed the corners of her eyes. "The chief arcanist of Suramar."

On the platform of the abandoned temple, Talissa stood by the wall, her skinny fingers stroking the murals and carvings, and the silent temple was left with the sound of boots stepping over stones. Inside the temple

"My people made a terrible bargain to destroy the world with magic."

"Very general lines." Zelin followed Talitha. "I saw Suramar’s magical barrier. What happened to that city? In Azsuna, I saw Prince Farodis’ forces fighting against the Burning Legion. I thought you were doing the same thing until, I Suramar’s exile was noticed on a nearby ship. Your name was mentioned in the verdict on the ship, and the people you colluded with were all Suramar’s traitors."