The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Only these?"

The maid nodded.

"Well, you go back first." He sighed and waved his hand.

"Do you have a reply?"

Zelin shook his head: "You can go now."

The maid bowed to Zelin, turned and walked out of the room.

The maid walked down the zigzag staircase inlaid with gold roses, and when she reached the middle corner, she couldn't help but stop.

A black-clothed Tess crossed her arms across her chest, leaning against the wall under the stairs. Hearing the sound of footsteps above, she stretched out her hand to block the way of the maid, rubbing her fingers.

The maid subconsciously pinched the skirt with tense fingers, she shook her head vigorously. Tess frowned and stared at him suspiciously. The maid shook her head again, as if she was about to cry under Tess's gaze.

With a soft snort, Tess withdrew her hand. The maid ran out of the hotel as if fleeing for her life. The werewolf princess raised her head, looking through the ceiling to see the situation in the guest room above. There are not many guests in the gold rose. Everyone knows that today's war will determine the fate of Azeroth. Tess also knew that if there was a place where she could live in another world, she would definitely not allow her subjects to turn into ashes under the anger of the Burning Legion.

The maid returned to the villa and ran into Altea who was waiting at the door.

"Did you deliver the letter?"

The maid nodded. "Yes, miss, I personally delivered your letter to him."

"What about the reply?" Altea asked.

"Miss, he..." The maid hesitated for a few seconds: "He didn't reply, but let me leave directly."

"Did he ask anything? Or, what did he say?" Altea asked. "Did he ask you to tell me something?"

"No, miss, he just asked if you were having any trouble."

"Really..." Altea's eyebrows couldn't hide the disappointment. "I see. Go and rest. Thanks for your hard work."

The maid curtseyed to Altea, turned and walked back to the servant's room. Altea looked at the bright starry sky, closed her eyes, and sighed long, before dragging her sleepy body back to the bedroom.

The villa looked very empty. After all, not long ago, it was still empty. The owner of the house was still in the night town, directing the local residents to fight against the monsters. It’s very quiet. There are not many soldiers in Stormwind. Fortunately, the demon hiding in MI7 has been killed. The real Shaw regains power in Stormwind, otherwise Altea will never stay in Stormwind for another second. .

Pushing open the door, there was still water in the yard during the day. Altea hung the umbrella on the bracket by the door and rubbed her boots on the carpet to avoid leaving sewage on the wooden floor. In the fireplace, the flame lay listlessly on the wood. Altea walked over, picked up two thin wooden sticks and threw them in. There is no doubt that her father is already asleep, and the old Duke Eberlock's body is getting weaker and weaker. It is no longer the time to reprimand the corrupt nobles in Stormwind Fortress, and he did not hesitate to abandon everything and head to Nightlight Town. The priest of the Cathedral of Light believes that the old duke may not be long before he will return to the embrace of the Holy Light.

Standing up straight, Altea stared at the pulsating flame in a daze. After a while, she shook her head mockingly, and pushed the black thread on the sideburns behind her ears, unbuttoning her **** and walking towards the stairs. With so many things happening today, she is very tired and can't wait to go to bed.

Suddenly, Altea stopped, and on the top of the stairs, she noticed the outline of a boot print. Judging from the scale of the shoe print, this is a man's boot. Her father did not leave the villa today. There are only two maids here, and they will never leave such marks on the floor recklessly.

Altea stepped back two steps, she looked left and right, walked tiptoe to a knight's armor, and drew the epee on it.

"I heard your footsteps from far away."

Altea's body stunned suddenly, then she exhaled heavily, patted her chest, and turned around.

"Damn it, how did you come in?" She looked at the demon hunter who appeared behind her: "When did you come here? Aren't you inlaid with golden roses?"

"I originally wanted to write to you and ask you what happened. Altea, I know, doesn't hesitate when talking." Zelin looked at the second-floor corridor behind him, and the corridor windows were opened. "The war on Broken Beach emptied a lot of power. There is almost no defense here, only some patrolling militias, so I easily came in. Tell me, what happened, I'm curious, are you in trouble? ?"

Chapter 2219: A Beautiful Night

"It's not me who is in trouble, Zelin, it's you."

In Altea's bedroom, Zelin took the cup from the other party, and the coffee was steaming a little. "Princess Tess is very interested in you, she... I seriously ask you a few things, can you answer me honestly?"

Zelin was shocked when he heard Tess's name. Except for Tuvis, only she knows that the Demon Hunter does not belong to Azeroth. If it was known that Azeroth had an organization called the Assassin Alliance, which infiltrated every corner of the world, he would never have come here. But this organization is very hidden, even Xisari, who has lived for a long time, has never heard of their existence, let alone Tuvis, who wanders in the void, knows nothing about them.

The Ethereal always likes to do business in important places, and there are always traces left by them in the places where the Burning Legion has been. He is not a native of Azeroth, and only after Zelin asked about it did he learn that there is such an organization in Azeroth. This could not help making the Demon Hunter think of Ezio's Brotherhood of Assassins, and the Templar Knights who were against it. In that world, it seems that there are traces of them in every corner.

"I'm listening." Zelin nodded. "I just don't understand. There are so many warriors in Azeroth. Why should Princess Tess care about me?"

Looking directly at Altea's dark pupils, Zelin sighed. "What did she say?"

"Are you a subject of the Alliance?" Altea did not answer directly, but instead asked: "Your ancestors are from Lordaeron? Stormgard? Alterac? Gilneas? Kurti. A Rasman? Or a resident of Stormwind City? You can't be a citizen of Old Dalaran. Natural disasters have invaded. Except for the mages who were not in the city before, no one is spared in Dalaran."

"Is this important?"

Altea sat beside Zelin, holding the right hand of the Demon Hunter in both hands. "Some people say that you are an adventurer from another world, really?"

Zelin's eyes widened unexpectedly. "Who would make such a silly joke?"

Altea chuckled: "I won't guess the dumb riddles with you. Oh, the Holy Light is here, I'm simply leaking alliance secrets. Even if my father fell out with the alliance nobles back then, he still had trouble with the alliance and Stormwind City. Loyalty."

"If this secret is related to me, sooner or later, if I know it, it won't be leaked, right?" Zelin took a sip of coffee and frowned slightly.

"Is there too little sugar?"

"No, it's nothing." He put down the cup. Zelin thought it was dark beer. "Go ahead, I also want to know what the Alliance thinks of me who accidentally killed a few demons."

"You are a visitor from another world, right?"

Zelin took a deep breath. He didn't hear any other sound in his ears, only the old duke's steady breathing in the other bedroom.

He nodded.

"I have always underestimated the strength of the secret agents and spies here."

Altea opened her eyes wide: "Holy light is on, you..." She reached out and touched Zelin's arm, then her chest and shoulders. "I always thought that the inhabitants of another world were either like orcs or draenei, but your appearance is clearly indistinguishable from humans. On the contrary, your body looks stronger than normal humans." Her cheeks are slightly red. : "Are all human beings in your world look like you?"

"No, strictly speaking, I am not a human being." Zelin shook his head: "I am different from humans in some aspects, the most obvious is the eyes. But I prefer to call myself a human."

"That's it, Zelin." Altea patted the back of the demon hunter's hand and lowered her eyes: "The Alliance hopes to get support from your world. They hope you and your race can join the Alliance as an alliance race. Just like the night elves, draenei, and werewolves in the past. They have only become members of the alliance in recent years. In the past, the members of the old alliance were only humans, dwarves, and gnomes. The high elves withdrew after the end of World War II. Up."

"Is this Tess's request?"

"Prince Anduin also knows about this, but he can't make a decision. He believes that since you are unwilling to show your identity, it means you don't want to expose the other world to Azeroth. He is unwilling to do any coercion. It’s not an alliance at all.” Altea raised her head and stared straight into the eyes of the demon hunter: “Can you tell me what your identity is in another world?”

"I'm just an adventurer who runs to make money, specializing in hunting monsters that threaten the safety of ordinary people." Zelin paid attention to Altea's eyes. In her eyes, he saw a relaxed look. So he added: “It may disappoint you. In my world, people don’t like me very much because I am not a human being. To be precise, I am a human being transformed by magic, contrary to the laws of nature. So my status and status are relatively low. Maybe not as good as a somewhat famous swordsman."

"Liar, you kill the monster that threatens the safety of civilians. The locals should be grateful to you." Altaiya snorted, and she slanted her eyes with a slight smile in her eyes: "I bet, in your world, You must be a famous warrior, the king’s guest. His Majesty Varian has been recruiting powerful adventurers to serve in the Alliance. I don’t understand, which king will give up the effectiveness of a master swordsman?"

"Ah, sometimes I don't understand why it became like this." Zelin didn't intend to explain so much about the enmity between users of supernatural powers in the past. Warlock, demon hunter, druid, priest, this is not a single sentence that can be said clearly: "But I must say, Tess may be disappointed. I can only decide myself. I cannot decide the fate of others. ."

"Princess Tess hopes that I can inquire about the customs, political situation, or power differences in your world, do you mind?" Altea raised her hands: "If it is not convenient, let's skip this topic. I really do. I don’t want to steal your secrets and tell others without you knowing or reluctantly."

"Don't worry, it's my business." Zelin pressed the back of Altea's hand and asked her to slowly put it down. "I'm going to meet Tess, and discuss this matter with her face to face, so that you won't be embarrassed."

As he said, he stood up, and Altea quickly grabbed his shoulder and pushed him back to the bed.

"Wait, what are you going to do?!"

"Go to Tess. She should live in Stormwind Fortress, right?"