The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"It's not necessary."

"In a real battle, the host, the enemy will not choose the attack method." Siris said solemnly, and she paused: "The lady...the hostess is waiting for you in the portal hall."

Although Zelin didn't know who the hostess was in Siris's mouth, he could imagine that only one person would pay attention to the place where the portal was hidden.

Pushing open the iron door in the portal hall, Zelin saw Francesca, wearing a bright red dress, with her back facing him and facing the portal with weird colors flashing. The purple and cyan brilliance of the portal is reflected on the inner wall of the hall, presenting a weird scene.

"Enid?" Zelin reminded softly.

Francesca seemed to have suddenly recovered, and she suddenly raised her head: "Oh, Zellin! You are back. Sorry, I was thinking about something just now and didn't notice you. How long have you been back? "

"I just came back. The outside affairs have been temporarily resolved." Zelin opened his arms and walked towards Francesca: "How is your situation recently? Everything is going well?"

"Yeah, everything went well. If my prediction is correct, the war will end in February next year." Francesca stepped forward and hugged Zelin: "But, these portals have some problems. ."

"Oh?" Zelin was surprised, he hadn't heard the news that the portal would go wrong for a long time. Francesca has always maintained the portal very well: "What's the matter? Don't tell me there is a new intruder? Just like Sedas?"

"No, it's just... very strange." Francesca tilted her head slightly: "There seems to be some unstable factors, I don't know, it has appeared since you went to Azeroth that time. Similar situation."

"How is this possible." Zelin frowned: "I don't understand, I go to Azeroth through the passage of the Ethereal, and it has nothing to do with the portal. I dare not go through the portal to that magical chaotic place. ."

"I think so, but I don't know why. Some of its passages are not...stable." Francesca stretched out a finger and pressed her chin: "I don't know how to deal with it. You explain, just like in the magic structure, the use of a triangular structure is the most stable. I also fixed the transmission channel with a similar principle to prevent the channel from collapsing. But there is a problem with the channel."

"Which one?"

"The tunnel to Cedars, I closed it, but when the chaos magic power is full, there will still be some expansion at the other end, but it has been unable to form a stable tunnel. Today is the night of the full moon, I am checking When I was in the tunnel, I found that the tunnel seemed to have become...a quadrilateral. I don’t know where a fulcrum was added. The quadrilateral is very unstable. It can easily collapse and affect other transmission channels. After all, they The starting point is the same."

Francesca walked to the arch formed by the boulder: "This is like some kind of disease, maybe not appropriate, but I can only describe it like this. I am very worried that such a situation will appear in other transmission structures."

"Perhaps you can talk to Tishaya?" Zelin basically knows nothing about magic: "You are all experts in this field. What do you say? Expert consultation."

Chapter 2623 Family Dinner

"It's not that there is no solution." Francesca said slowly: "There are many solutions. That channel is the most problematic and the most unstable, because we used magic to directly attack another through the tunnel. Enemy on one side. So this tunnel is the first to have problems, I am not surprised at all. But...I want to find a solution to the trouble once and for all. You don’t want to see the portal collapse, do you? This It’s a disaster for us."

"You are an expert in this, and I listen to you."

Zelin put his hand on the back of the elf. The skin of the elf has always been so smooth and white, which makes you love it: "If it's not that urgent, let's go back first. Joseph prepared a lot of good food, and, to I have to discuss it at that time and what to do next. I think I should listen to other people’s opinions."

"Wait."

Suddenly, the elf held Zelin's hand with his backhand, with a mischievous chuckle on his face, and gently rubbed the back of his hand with the tip of his nose: "We are separated most of the time. It is rare to have time to stay together. No matter what. I can rest here for a few days, or leave tomorrow. You have been away for a long time, haven’t you? Me too... Could it be that you are no longer interested in my old woman Is it?"

"You know me, Enid." Zelin raised his fingers and stroked the elf's cheeks. The reddish cheeks were a little hot: "Dinner is about to start, and there is too little time left. We can't let it go. They waited all night in the castle."

"I know what you want to say" Francesca giggled, she took Zelin's hand and took him to the other side: "But since the last time we came back, I thought of a good one. Place. The time in some places is different from the time here, right? Before my courtiers want to meet you, we have enough time..."

The teleportation arch leading to Middle-earth shimmered, and then fell silent.

In the dining room, Virginia put her chin on one hand and fiddled with a silver fork boringly.

There is not much food on the table, but she can smell the aroma wafting from the kitchen. However, she put a piece of bread on the plate in front of her.

"What is our lady mage thinking?" Marianne Hawke's joking voice came to her ears, her eyes fell on the dinner plate in front of Virginia, and her eyebrows were unexpectedly raised: "Even if you didn't squeeze into bed. , There is no need to choose to be an ascetic monk."

Virginia's face is a little red. For so long, she has been unable to accept some other people's practices: "This, you... No, this is not because I want to eat bread, don't you know, tonight? Enid is back."

"I know, I saw her." Marianne nodded, "But what does her coming here have to do with your bread? Vinnie, showing weakness will not do you any good, making herself hungry and thin, but It's not pretty."

"Marian! What the **** are you thinking!" Virginia took a picture of the desktop with some embarrassment, and Marianne laughed: "Of course it has nothing to do with what you think. Enid is here, she said already It’s been a long time since she’s been in the kitchen, and she decided to welcome Zelin with her own meals. So before Joseph came back with the purchased ingredients, she went to the kitchen and made something she thought was very delicious and in line with Ain. .Xidi-style food."

Marianne's laughter stopped abruptly.

"Um...you are so kind, Vinnie, thank you for your reminder. I'll go to the warehouse to find some jam and bread."

About half an hour later, Zelin and Francesca walked out of the portal warehouse. The latter held the demon hunter's arm, his eyes were slightly closed, and his forehead was attached to the demon hunter's shoulder.

"Of course there is a way to solve this portal. It's actually very simple. As long as this transmission channel is completely closed." Francesca said lazily: "But I am very worried that if other transmission channels encounter in the future In a similar situation, what should I do? Moreover, it may make Hawke sad. If it is closed, she may not be able to return to Saidas in her life to meet her friends and relatives. Closing is the easiest It is also the most convenient and safe way..."

"But it's not a real solution to the problem?"

The elf did not speak, but just nodded.

"...The solution to the problem?" Suddenly, Zelin heard Gnaiya's voice. The Dragonborn pinched his waist with both hands, and looked at Zelin and Francesca with scrutiny eyes: "What are you discussing with me behind your back?"

"It's nothing, it's just something related to the portal." Zelin explained: "Enid found that a portal is not stable, and it may need to be resolved at that time. It is the portal to Saidas, but Yini What De is more worried about is whether other portals will have the same problem."

"Really?" Gnaiya snorted softly, "Before you go to the dining room, let's take a shower! Next you are going to the dining room, not the bedroom. Talos is on, Zelin, you must be with you tonight. Let me tell you, what have you done, if you don’t please me, don’t leave!"

At the banquet, the last person who came was Altea.

Zelin only learned today that Francesca had arranged some work for Altea. Although she used to be a member of the Alliance, she now has no position other than a title of Stormwind City. Not to mention that it was just an honorary title without a fief.

Altea helped Francesca manage a human village on the border of Baihua Valley. It was a farmer who escaped the Southern slavery team during the Second Civil War that year. After taking refuge in Baihua Valley, they settled down there, because their past homes had already been burned into wasteland.

"You did a good job, Althea." Francesca supported her face with one hand, and looked at the list in her hand with satisfaction: "Very well, just do it according to your ideas. Thanks for your hard work. I should give you a real title in the court."

"You laughed, Your Majesty, it's my honor to be able to work for you." Altea smiled modestly, her gaze swept across the dining table, and then sat down next to Xisari: "There may be some problems on it, those are all It is related to humans, but this is after all you, the kingdom of the elves. I think you should take this plan and discuss it with your courtiers of the same clan, lest they have objections."

Francesca was examining the plan, her knife and fork stirring the food on the plate. Hillis ate a little casually, she ate very little. Like her, Frid ate some food symbolically. There were a lot of fruit and vegetable salads in front of Xisali, and Zelin was surprised to see that there were several foods on the table that clearly looked like Azeroth. Yamily helped Joseph bring the dinner to the table, and Aneth was also invited over to have dinner. Francesca seemed to be in a good mood. She invited it, but Aneth was still sitting. On the edge, the farthest from Francesca, he curiously tasted the morning dew that exuded a pale blue gleam.

The table was filled with the clash of knives and forks and the sound of conversation, especially after seeing Yamily helping to bring a plate of roast chicken, the Dragonborn rubbed his hands with satisfaction, and then Virginia patted unpleasantly on the side. Clicked the back of her hand.

"What's the matter?"

"Don't you know waiting for Joseph to separate the food with a knife and fork?"

Long Yi drooped his face: "Why is it the same at home as in the banquet hall outside."

Hawke talked to Virginia about what she had done in Kirkwall that year. The latter was more interested in the magic and magic ring structure described by Marianne, and she had already substituted herself very well. As an advisor to the Warlock Order. This is just a little bit of fruit. Francis is reading the plan. She doesn't want to disturb her, and there is only one Amily who is an elf, but Sindorei and Kaldorei don't have much common language. Most of the time, Gnaiya and Virginia were chatting with other people.

"I understand, but this is not a joke, Altea, it's rare to find someone who is good at management these years. At least you have to have an honorary title." Francesca put the plan away: "But Don't talk about this for now, thanks for your hard work, come and have something to eat. Come and taste this, I made it myself!"

At the table, there are only four dishes that no one has ever moved.

The conversation suddenly stopped.

Gnaiya didn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

Virginia's eyes widened, she winked at Hawke, and then looked at the tray with bread in front of her.

"Cough!" Marianne coughed slightly: "Before eating these foods, it is best to eat some light bread, Miss Eberlock..."

"Is it necessary?" Francesca asked back: "Why do you always refuse to taste a bite? This time I did it according to Joseph's method. I can make the most difficult potion. Can't solve a simple food that even peasant women can do?"

Altea looked at the others present because she was a little unclear.

"It might not be necessary, Enid..." Zelin decided to stop this thing out loud. Zelin believes that it is not Ayn Al’s problem with the diet, but the taste of the Elf Warlock may have changed after getting used to the potion: "We are just an ordinary dinner..."