The Journey of the Demon Hunter

It stands to reason that Anduin shouldn't stay here, but both Varian and Gene believe that he should participate in the alliance's high-level meeting as soon as possible, so as not to be overwhelmed when he is faced with heavy official duties like Varian. Sooner or later, Varian will get old and he will be crowned king.

The night elves are still dealing with their own affairs in Darnassus, and usually do not appear in alliance meetings. The dwarves’ Council of Three Hammers have their messengers in Stormwind City, and the leaders of the Council of Three Hammers will not come to Stormwind unless they are very important meetings. But countless times have proved that dwarves and dwarves are always the most steadfast and loyal members of the alliance. It's just that they are more willing to know directly what should be done compared to meetings.

Unlike the tribe, the high-level council of the alliance is more of the chiefs of different departments of the alliance. Compared with tribes, they are more like a whole country.

Shaw carefully took out a handkerchief and opened it to reveal the light red crystals hidden inside: "According to our understanding, this Azerite ore is golden in a liquid state and has amazing effects, but it will be effective when exposed to air. It quickly turned blue-white, and finally solidified into a crimson ore, becoming an ordinary stone. But as long as the stone is broken, the golden liquid wrapped in it will flow out again... the effect is amazing."

Shaw emphasized his pronunciation, stretched out his hand, and put the crystal on the conference table, seemingly relieved.

Air Force Admiral Rogers picked up this small piece of inconspicuous ore with a confused expression.

She opened her eyes wide and supported the corner of the table with one hand to prevent herself from falling to the ground. Her eyes were full of shock, as well as ecstasy and hope: "This ore...how many are they? If we can master enough Azerite, I believe we will be able to completely crush the tribe!"

Gene took the ore from Rogers, and the old king was shocked and uneasy for a moment. Then, he slowly frowned, and the wrinkles around his eyes seemed to decrease a lot. He closed his eyes and was silent for a few seconds, then he pushed the spar to the admiral Jerista who was waiting next to him.

"This..."

Jeresta opened her mouth. She seemed so immersed in her experience that she had forgotten her words.

After a while, she slowly recovered.

"This ore... can strengthen the soldiers and weapons of the Alliance, we will rule the endless sea, and the naga will also retreat in front of the Alliance fleet!"

Anduin was anxiously listening to the generals and advisers of the Alliance making statements about the war.

After cooperating with the Horde against the Burning Legion, the generals of the Alliance still regard the Horde as their first enemy. Fortunately, among the many high-level alliances, he saw that there are still people who have hope for peace.

"For a moment..." The Prophet Velen returned Azerite to Shaw, and Shaw didn't seem to want to touch it at all: "I almost thought it was part of the Naaru. It's not, but it's very similar, very similar. …There is great power in it, but I believe it also contains great goodness."

"I heard people from the Explorers Association say that the Azerite oozing out of the big rift is much like a smashed wine barrel, and it can spread over the beard in some places!" Muradin Bronzebeard scratched. A braided beard. As a representative of the dwarves, he participated in the unveiling ceremony of the memorial to the fallen soldiers of the Alliance. The dwarves also paid a huge sacrifice in this war: "The people of the association cannot get close to the big rift. The tribe sent a group of small green skins as vanguards and occupied the whole Big gap."

"There is no doubt that the Horde will definitely do this." Gene Greymane said to Varian and Shaw in a harsh voice: "I originally had doubts and thought that the description of Azerite was overstated. The Horde. It will certainly take Azerite into the bag at all costs to expand their weapons of war."

Admiral Rogers voted for Gene: "You must act first, your majesty, otherwise when the Horde uses Azerite for their weapons, the Alliance will not be able to resist such a powerful force."

Anduin swallowed, and he opened his mouth with some difficulty. He never thought that he could be as calm as his father Varian, including speaking on such occasions.

"...Perhaps, we should negotiate with the tribe first."

Everyone's eyes turned to Anduin uniformly. The little prince saw some confusion, doubts, and dissatisfaction. Air Admiral and Admiral didn't seem to like hearing Anduin's speech, but Anduin didn't blame them. When they led the Alliance forces to fight against enemies threatening the Alliance, he just stayed in Stormwind Fortress. They are more willing to respect generals like Varian.

The high priest Laurina of the Holy Light Cathedral nearby gave Anduin an encouraging look.

"As we all know, the tribe’s style is not as close as the alliance. I guess Warchief Vol'jin may not be aware of the goblin excavation operations, because according to my understanding, there are no other tribe races around the goblin excavation site. The guards. Perhaps, this means that this large-scale excavation is just a private act of the Bilgewater Chaebol..."

Anduin took a deep breath. He saw Gene cast aside his gaze with disdain, seeing Muradin seeming to see the helplessness of a child making a childish speech, but he decided to continue: "Since we and the tribe can fight the devil When facing Azerite, why can’t we live together peacefully and discover the power of Azerite that can be used for good cause? The holy light is above. I think this is a solution to conflict between alliances and tribes. Opportunity."

Chapter 2912: Future Efforts

"So, your goal is to get Azerite?"

Xu Ling put forward a very bold idea.

"Yes, my friend. This is the blood of the Star Soul, the blood of the Titan, the blood of the God of Creation."

Zelin heard a hint of excitement in the virtual spirit's seemingly unwavering voice: "You should know this. Titans can shape the world. They give life in the laboratory and give local guardians powerful power. But Not all planets are conceived by the Titan Star Soul. Among countless planets, the probability of existence of such a planet may be only one in a million, or even less. Azeroth is the most special world, so the Titans came here back then. Discover the existence of the Star Soul and set up a barrier, otherwise the native life of Azeroth would have been destroyed by the Burning Legion, just like the countless worlds that the Burning Legion once destroyed. Do you know what the blood of the Titan Star Soul means?"

Zelin replied indifferently: "This means that your plan is very dangerous."

"I appreciate your alertness, friend."

The water of magic power in the cup in front of the virtual spirit dropped rapidly.

"Sounds like a suicidal adventure."

"Opportunity... always coexists with risk. My friend, the last time you came to Azeroth and broke into the Burning Legion’s forge camp alone, the risk you took far exceeded that of mining Azerite. Because, the Alliance It’s not unrelated to you, but obviously, they have fallen behind the Horde in terms of mining Azerite."

Zelin closed his eyes and thought for a while.

Tuvis does not choose to urge him to make a decision. This is not an easy task. A prudent person will choose to make a decision after thinking, and the guy who agrees to come up must not understand how difficult this is. He needs a prudent partner who can make appropriate plans, not an adventurer who takes risks and becomes greedy.

"...I can't tell you the answer right away, Tuvis." Zelin opened his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table: "I need to think about it again, learn more, and see if there is a chance. If there is no chance, I Will not take risks. The last time was to save people and cannot be measured by gold."

Yamily smirked and rubbed the tip of her nose.

"We don't have much time," Tuvis said slowly, repeating again: "There is not much time. Nowadays, there are very few people who know Azerite, but I am not sure how long this can be hidden. Only Silithus's. Azerite flows out of the cracks. It is a dangerous desert with scattered insects, dangerous beasts and violent elements. But if, when people set foot on the forests, plains and hills, Azerite flows out, It is difficult for alliances and tribes to conceal the existence of the blood of the Star Soul from people. At that time, my candidate customers will also have many alternative purchase channels..."

"In other words, commercial value will depreciate over time." Zelin nodded: "Don't worry, I don't like procrastination. I will... give you an answer in seven days."

"I will continue to stay in Dalaran." The bandages on the Ethereal's arms were interlaced, and he sat on the bench: "You know where you can find me."

This incident was somewhat beyond Zelin's expectations.

Azerite, the blood of the star soul.

It is said that in the sanctuary, the archangel will also be injured and bleed. The blood that flows out is shining pale white, representing pure and flawless power. But the blood flowing out of a living creature born on a planet...

"That kind of ore sounds amazing, it's an ore made up of the blood of powerful creatures." Francesca, who was next to Zelin, was still thinking about the ore described by Tuvis: "If this ore is really As he described it, it has great power, and I think it can be used in many places. What do you think, Zelin? The New Hradim Order of the Sanctuary has just established contact with us, and They have been fighting against the **** demons. If we can prove that the Azerite ore can have half the effect claimed by Tuvis, we can get them to take out all the land and property in exchange for these minerals."

"I don't want to get involved in the conflict between the Alliance and the Horde because of this." Zelin walked down the stairs to the inn. The sunlight was very strong. He raised his hand to cover the eye shed, frowning: "We want Don't go back, Enid? It seems that there is no easy way to make money here."

Francesca pinched her waist helplessly: "Come out with me, is that so annoying to you?"

"No, of course not. Didn't we go to Skyrim together last time? Back then..."

"At that time, you received a letter from Gnaiya. She hopes you can help investigate the man who claims to be the dragonborn." The elf warlock showed a playful smile, stretched out his index finger, and clicked on the tip of Zelin's nose. : "I think you are actually afraid of trouble."

"Yes, I really hate trouble."

"It's actually a slacker." Enid snorted. She moved her neck and touched her ears subconsciously. This is not the first time she has used illusion to pretend to be a human being: "I don't want to do anything without any motivation."

"There is enough money, Enid." Zelin sighed heavily: "When gold never ends, so many worlds, so much gold, even if we swim in gold in the future, what's the point? ?"

"Did you know, Ze Lin, many people, or say, there were many people who had the opportunity to become very successful people, but unfortunately, they are immersed in self-satisfaction in a kind of ease and think that life should be enjoyed? Ease, they call such unthinking progress art, peace, and...noble behavior."

Francesca turned around and looked at the busy streets of Dalaran, with a trace of nostalgia in her eyes. After being silent for a while, she shook her head sadly. Zelin had never seen it before, and Francesca would show such an expression. She is always so confident and good at handling her emotions. Sadness and sorrow have never appeared to her.

Zelin walked behind her, took her shoulders, lowered his head and looked into her eyes: "Are you talking about Ain Heidi?"

"Ain Sidi... Do you know what kind of situation we were facing when we first came to this world?" Francesca raised stag-like eyes: "A vast land of no ownership and richness, gentle The environment and climate of the world, excellent craftsmen build a safe and beautiful city, the caster protects the safety of the village, the aboriginal people who are friendly like dwarves and goblins, until we pushed the colony to the Blue Mountains, did we encounter the not so friendly lizards Humans, and on the other side of the Blue Mountains, humans worshiping giant dragons."

With that, Francesca sighed.

"Later, the elven kings established their own king cities in various places. We had many cities at the time. The kings seldom managed those cities, and they were all governed by local citizens. The kings coexisted peacefully, and Ain Sidi never broke out. War, and even conflicts do not exist. There is a vast land all around, abundant resources are at your fingertips, every elves will not worry about survival, they can freely pursue what they want to do. Have you ever seen elves The buildings and the remaining cities, right? Just like works of art."

Of course Zelin had seen it. In Tousant, Buckland Castle was hailed as the most beautiful lord's fortress in the south. It once belonged to an elf king. The castle built of white marble is like a trophy placed by the lake, and it was eventually acquired by humans.

"Everyone at the time believed that we would enjoy this prosperous era. We embraced pacifism and we chose to communicate with all races on an equal footing. We would rather give up researching weapons and use it to help any elves who need financial assistance. Research medicines against plagues and diseases. Everyone thinks that war will become a noun in the history books... So when the northern humans arrived due to the celestial spheres, we chose to help. When they wished to learn magic, we Choose to teach them, hoping to teach them knowledge, to make them more civilized."