The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"I'm just curious about why MI7 made such a low-level mistake."

The knife and fork in Zelin's hand poked the cheese block. Outside the window, people come and go in the trade zone.

"Everyone makes mistakes," said Oleja. She cut off a small piece of spider's leg, put it up with a fork, and took a bite. "The Holy Light teaches us that we should be tolerant to kind people."

"The Holy Light should also teach you more doubts. Only when you have doubts can you discover the problem, and only when you find the problem can you find the hidden danger, and take precautions." Zelin took a bite of cheese and then frowned. Mix it with milk after crushing. After chewing two bites, he put down his knife and fork and looked out the window again. "Don't you think there are too many suspicious points this time? We were investigating the problem of the water source, and then we found contaminated fish by the pool behind the hotel. Then, the fisherman who had been fishing escaped from prison, and the two who were in the same room with him The suspect was killed in the riot."

"The truth...well, He is obvious, the spicy fisherman is most likely a legion minion." Oregaard chewed on the spider's legs and said slurredly. After a few seconds, after swallowing a spider leg completely, she continued. "He often haunts pigs and sentries and understands the environment of the inn. He used to take fish to the Stormwind port for sale. Later, MI7 agents suspected him, but there was no evidence, so he was kept in the guard most loosely. It is in the first-floor prison that is responsible for guarding and protecting suspects. As you can see, the port of Stormwind was attacked, pigs and sentries were set on fire, and then the prison riots. Holy Light, if it is not handled properly, Stormwind City will lose its largest dock. , The most densely populated urban area will be destroyed, and the rioters who escaped from the prison will make the city completely out of control."

Zelin raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, his eyes seemed to be seeing Oregaard for the first time. Although they knew each other for a few days.

"This is what you reasoned out?"

"Me? No, Captain Malagan reasoned."

"I thought you would say it was your credit."

"How can this be done?" Oregaard seemed to hear someone ask why she should believe in the Holy Light. "The Holy Light teaches us that we must not lie. Deception is the first step and the most important step to fall. If you cannot tell the people around you about your hardships, once a demon seduces you, others will not be able to detect it in time and lead you astray. Rescue. I think Captain Malagan's reasoning is reasonable."

"It's just that I think it's a bit too simple."

Zelin wiped his chin, he was habitually suspicious, and he must remain suspicious. The demon hunter can never predict how cunning and dangerous enemies he will face, how many lies and illusions he will face.

"You always imagine everything too complicated." Oregaard began to cut another spider leg. "Don't let the seeds of doubt take root in your heart. It can break through the strongest hearts and cast a shadow of corruption in the hearts of the most stubborn people."

Zelin didn't need to ask, he knew that this must be another teaching from the Holy Light.

"Oh, you are here."

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the entrance of the stairs. Zelin followed the voice and looked at it. Joseph pushed away the humans blocking the corner of the stairs and walked up. "The bucket of fish you sent here yesterday has a result."

With that, Joseph unceremoniously moved a chair, sat down at the table, took a bite of the charcoal-grilled wild boar chop on the plate.

"What is the result?" Zelin asked quickly.

"That bucket of fish, that bucket of fish, uh, the fel-contaminated fish you sent, actually..." The werewolf hesitated for a few seconds, then patted his thigh vigorously. "That's not fel pollution at all! That's a bunch of smelly dead fish. The green on it is dye. They are sold everywhere in the trade zone. I don't know who put these dead fish and rotten eggs together and turned it into this Damn it. You actually treat a bucket of dead fish as an evil contaminated animal, and the agents of the MI7 will forget it. How can you make such a mistake as a Paladin?"

"Normal, ordinary dead fish? How could it be possible! That smell..."

"I thought the paladin would be more sensitive to fel than our warlock." The werewolf bit a piece of meat again, as if to use the smell of food to dispel the impressive odor. "As a result, I made all kinds of preparations, put up a fel and shadow protection enchantment nearby, and found out that it was actually a bunch of dead fish... how did you do it?"

"Uh, this, this is really..."

Aurega couldn't hide his surprise. Zelin lowered his eyes and thought for a while.

"Olega."

"Huh?"

"You go to Captain Malagan, talk to him about his inferences, talk to him, and wait until the evening, we will meet here. By the way, don't talk about the bucket of fish first, you just ask him directly , Do you have any plans for the next? Don’t disrupt his thoughts because of this bucket of fish. Maybe we can find some details that we haven’t noticed before. After all, he is the captain of the garrison, and he used to deal with cases that required reasoning. In this regard, he is an expert. Just so, you can also take the captain to the Cathedral of Illumination. Today is the day when the bishop will provide free treatment. Isn’t this a good opportunity for Marragan to convert to the Holy Light?"

"Um...no problem." Olejia thought for a while, there seemed to be no problem. "What about you?"

"Me? We have caused so much trouble to Joseph, and we have to thank him." Zelin winked at the werewolf. The werewolf was stunned for a moment, and then nodded understandingly. "So I plan to go to the auction house with him to have a look, maybe I can find something useful. Just treat it as a gift."

"Yes, it stands to reason that I want to collect employment fees. This is not the employment of MI7, it is your employment." Joseph said. "For the sake of reason, you should all pay me a sum of money, at least so that I can spend money to hire a few workers to clean up the **** smell in the basement. Shengguang certainly didn't tell you that you can hire someone else and not pay for it. ."

"No, of course not." Olegar shook his head quickly. "By the way, I still have some coins in my hand..."

"You'd better keep it first, and then go to the auction house as soon as possible to buy your pendant that can make your mind clearer. I can listen to your brother, that is a gift from him, how can you Just sell it like this." Zelin said with a slight reproach. "If you haven't seen me when you come back, don't worry, I might be in MI7 at that time."

"No problem." Olegar took two casual bites and swallowed the last spider leg. "Then see you tonight."

The first thousand and nine hundred and eighty-two chapters

Stepping out of the gold-encrusted rose, the bright sunshine is oncoming.

Joseph wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief. "What were you thinking about? You want to get rid of that silly girl who is full of light? I have to admit, she is a little stupid in some ways, but after a fight, I still hope that a paladin will stand in my way. In the front, let me use spells in the back with peace of mind. I am not saying how strong all of them are. When the Holy Light is used on the battlefield, the golden light is quite dazzling and a perfect target."

"This thing is not quite right." Zelin lowered his voice. He walked to the square next to the auction house and sat on a bench on the edge of the square. It is surrounded by commercial streets, auction houses and banks, coming and going, with noisy voices. No one cares about a werewolf or a human, especially if they look like adventurers who can hit a piece by throwing a brick at random: "Do you feel it?"

"Yes, this is really not right." The werewolf nodded, and he grinned, showing sharp teeth. "This is like an excuse that was done in advance. A month ago there was a bad smell in the well, but there was no poisoning death caused by fel pollution in this month. Then you started investigating and the problem appeared. , You will soon find the clue to the fel pollution. Let me say, this method is too low-level and naive, but it is effective at some times, especially in the face of an adventurer who is eager to get a bounty. In the past, there were often no adventurers. After completing the mission, I came back, so that later people had to ask the adventurer to bring back exhibits in order to get rewards, such as the scorpion's sting and the kobold's candle."

"However, didn't they expect that there are other warlocks in Stormwind?"

"It stands to reason that there won't be any." Joseph crossed his arms across his chest, and his claws raised and lowered his fingers. "All the warlock masters left some time ago. In order to seize a floating territory in the void, they were ruled by an abyssal demon king. We are going to seize it and use it as our base. This is a step towards a higher level of warlock power. All the powerful warlocks of Azeroth are required to join forces. So it stands to reason that there should be no warlocks in Stormwind. However, because of a little accident, I stayed... well, actually I don't want to go."

"Why?"

"Anyway, I definitely can't be a member of the six-member council of warlocks. I went there to work for the new council. In that case, why don't I stay in a safer place and work for my old customers?" The werewolf scratched his slender chin. . "I have no interest in conquering the Twisting Void and establishing a territory belonging to the warlock outside of Azeroth. I have decided. When Majesty Varian and Majesty Gene go on the expedition, I will sign up and wait for victory. Lamb is my private place. I also want to enjoy the wine and succubus days. Maybe I can get a private house in Dalaran at that time. I heard that the price of villas there is already higher than that in the city. Up."

"Then he might not have thought that there is a warlock in Stormwind City that can identify it overnight. This is not fel pollution?"

"It's not essentially, but you have to be careful." Joseph held out a finger. "The imitator does know what the fel pollution should look like on the surface. Its owner must be inseparable from the fel, but the most important thing is. Who is this person. Do you really suspect that it is the fisherman?"

"What I suspect is, did that fisherman really escape from prison?" Zelin narrowed his eyes slightly. "Or as you said, a survivor. I need to go to the Stormwind prison to investigate the situation at the time. I hope you can help me. If there is a devil in it, you will definitely find it."

The werewolf tightened his mouth, and the hair on his head seemed to stand up. "And you doubt Captain Malagan?"

"I think someone is delaying time."

Chaos, fire, jailbreak, an apparently false evidence. If there were no warlocks, the people of MI7 would probably be able to find out. The barrel fish and the evil energy are not related, but it will take a while. It takes a while to find a person who escaped from prison, and various clues, true or false, will disturb people's sight. Zelin couldn't help but think of a certain way for the demon hunter to clean up the water ghosts. That is to throw a bait in a pond where water ghosts are infested. When the water ghosts swim around the bait, the demon hunter can shoot the water ghosts one by one like a target on the shore.

"Yes, go to Stormwind Prison, but Marragan... I mean if Marragan is really related to this matter, then he will definitely know when we go to the prison. It stands to reason that the guards must notify the outsiders in and out of the prison. Captain of the garrison."

Zelin raised his eyebrows. "So no one is going to accompany our good captain?"

By the mailbox next to the garden area, Captain Malagan carefully handed a letter to the messenger, watching the messenger put the letter in the most important package, and looking at the messenger's disappearing back, he turned around and exhaled heavily. .

"Captain Malagan!"

A voice that Malagan least wants to hear came into his ears, and he exhaled again and turned around. Show a kind smile. "Olega Vindicator."

"May the Holy Light bless you, Captain Malagan."

"So are you, Honorable Defender. Is there anything you want to do with me? Or do you have a clue?"

"I'm not here to talk about this, there is something more important." Oleja raised her head, looked over Malagan's shoulder, and looked at the messenger who was leaving. "You sent the letter just now?"

"Well, give me an old friend from Nightstown. It's not safe outside these years. Write a letter asking if you are healthy and if you are in trouble." Marragan said, turning the topic to Olega again. "Your Excellency Defender, what do you want me to do?"

"Captain, is your injury healed?"

"My injury? It's almost done, only the arm still hurts a bit. Although those little ghosts are not threatening, it is still uncomfortable to be hit by a fireball on the armor." Malagan moved his shoulders. "However, this does not affect patrols. Before the Legion spies are found, our guards must not relax."

"Well said, Captain." Oleja waved his fist in agreement. "You came here to deliver the letter, it looks like you're off work?"

"For now." Malagan nodded, scratching the back of his head. "You will also be responsible for patrolling the trade zone at night, and there must be no more troubles, otherwise people's confidence in the city guards will be shaken."