The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Since you are so reasonable and don't have any prejudice against the undead. Then, can you please meet under the Violet Castle next to it?" Jia Liya suddenly showed a serious expression: "It won't delay you for too long. There is one person, he Very important, you must help him. Help me and Anduin."

Chapter 2988 Crisis of Faith

Jia Liya acted very mysteriously.

But Zelin said that many of the people he met recently were very mysterious. Everyone is plotting something, and they all firmly believe that this is for everyone's benefit.

The towering Violet Fortress is the most important landmark in Dalaran. Standing anywhere, you can clearly see the huge purple crystals surrounding the Violet Spire. No one knows how many powerful magic props and artifacts are stored in this castle. This is the secret of the Kirin Tor Council, and they rely on this powerful magic to protect the safety of the world. For many years, whenever Azeroth was in danger, whether it was the invasion of the Legion of the Undead or the Legion of Demons, Dalaran would be like a floating fortress, reaching the forefront of the war.

The high tower cast a shadow at the corner of the castle and the business district. There are no pedestrians to be seen here, and usually no one sneaks near here, especially in the castle where everyone knows that, the mage living in it only needs to wave his hand to turn many people into ashes. . Only a few cleaners employed by the Kirin Tor Council clean every corner of the city.

Two figures are already standing there.

Zelin knew one of them.

Seeing them appear, Anduin raised his arm and waved.

"Here, Jia Liya, Zelin."

"You have summoned me twice in a row today, Your Highness." Zelin raised his head and looked at the sun gradually slanting westward in the distance: "If your father knows about this, it is estimated that he will arrange more consultants for you, so as not to rectify it. God listens to my advice and affects your judgment."

"I like to listen to your suggestions, Zelin." Anduin said: "In Stormwind Fortress, all I can hear is war, war, war, and war. The only argument is the target of the attack, whether it is a direct attack on Kali. Mudor, destroy the core area of ​​the tribe, or attack the weaker areas of the tribe first, and seize the entire continent of Lordaeron. All I heard there was hatred, bloodthirsty, and prejudice, and they made my ears aching."

"But you also have to listen, Anduin. When you become a king, you can't just listen to the suggestions of pastors. Some suggestions you won't like, but they are useful."

"But..."

"He's right, Anduin."

Anduin’s rickety figure in a light gray priest’s robe said to the little prince: “In the future, you will not only become a priest, but also a king. Terenas is a benevolent king, but when necessary, he Some cruel decisions will also be made."

"I understand, saint."

Zelin cast his gaze on the figure whom Anduin called the saint.

At first, he thought that the other party was just as skinny and wearing a high-footed bishop's hat, as if there was only a layer of dry skin left. But when he saw the amber color supported by magic power in the deep-set eye sockets and the ulcerated skin beside the collar, he couldn't help but raised his eyebrows in surprise.

A forgotten person.

Pastor?

He remembered Altea’s gritted teeth and prayers to the Holy Light whenever he talked about the dead. At least, in Altea’s description of Zelin, the Holy Light is the nemesis of the undead and natural enemies. Any undead that comes into contact with the Holy Light will be wiped out in the dazzling golden light.

If Uther, the most powerful paladin of the year, was too old, perhaps in the battle of Andorhal, the Paladins of the Silver Hand would defeat the undead forces led by Arthas and reverse the situation.

But the undead, believe in the holy light?

Zelin wondered whether to tell Altea about this.

But he certainly couldn't tell Olegar that he didn't want the faith of Girl Delaney to collapse.

"This is Zelin I talked about with you." Anduin introduced to the saint: "He helped me a lot, this time it can put Stormwind City on hold, thanks to the people he rescued in Silithus. A druid and a dwarf scientist testified at Stormwind Fortress that it was Bilgewater Cartel, not the Horde's troops, that attacked the exploration team."

"May the Holy Light bless your soul." The Forsaken Pastor bowed his head to greet Zelin.

Zelin thought for a while: "May the light you believe in stay in your soul forever. It's nice to meet you, but Jia Liya hasn't introduced it to me. She only mentioned that there is a plan."

"This is Archbishop Alonthos Faor." Anduin said to Zelin: "He..." The little prince glanced at Faor, who nodded encouragingly at him: "...before he was alive. , Was the archbishop of the Church of the Holy Light, the most respected sage among the seven kingdoms of mankind, the mentor of all the believers of the Holy Light, one of the founders of the Holy Knights of the Silver Hand, and the saint of the church after death."

Zelin looked at Anduin, and then at Faor. After realizing that there was no exaggeration in the little prince's words, the demon hunter immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

Except for the night elves, the few races with the most voice in the alliance all have the same belief-the worship of the light. Among the dwarves are paladins who follow the Holy Light, not to mention the humans, werewolves, and draenei who are scattered all over the church.

The faith of the Holy Light has a very important position in the alliance society. So far, all the members of the alliance that Zelin knows, regardless of piety or not, at least admit that they believe in the church or believe in the Holy Light. The generals and commanders of many alliance armies are also held by powerful Paladins.

Many years ago, many kings sent their descendants into the church to become paladins or priests. So Anduin and Jialia are priests, and the famous Arthas was once a paladin. It is said that Queen Moira of the Dwarf Kingdom is also a priest. The elite troops in the alliance will definitely be led by Paladins.

It can be said that the faith of Holy Light runs through the entire alliance society from top to bottom.

But what if the most influential saint in the church is a member of a tribe?

What's more serious is that the saints that the church follows are the forgotten ones they hate so much? An undead?

Altea would never believe this fact.

I am afraid that there are not a few believers who are unacceptable.

"It's nice to meet you, Your Excellency Archbishop Faor." Zelin bowed slightly to Faor, then looked back at Anduin and Jialia: "I feel... you seem to be preparing a dangerous plan. I might be able to. Help, but I have to know what the **** are you doing."

Anduin and Jia Liya looked at each other: "We are ready to announce this to the alliance's senior leaders."

"What?"

"Yes." The little prince nodded, "I hope to use this method to convince them that the forgotten can also have the same faith and noble soul as human beings!"

"You are playing with fire." Zelin said: "You should think about it again."

"We have considered, sir." Jia Liya said: "So, just in case, we need your sword to protect the safety of the saint, lest he is threatened by extreme believers."

Chapter 2989: Return to Suramar

Standing in front of Suramar's magnificent arch, Zelin exhaled slowly.

They cannot use the Teleportation Temple. Everyone who enters Stormwind City through the Teleportation Temple must register. In this way, Alonthos Faw's identity will be exposed instead. So Anduin planned a suitable route. They would fly on the Krasus platform in Dalaran to Suramar, the city of the Nightborne by griffins, and then take a boat from Suramar to Stormwind City. Port.

It would take about one day and one night to take the boat, which happened to not delay Tess' invitation.

After the Battle of Broken Shore, the Nightborne, who was controlled by the demon, immediately contacted the Azeroth coalition forces in secret. The Alliance’s Kaldorei and the Horde’s Sindorei formed a elven coalition dedicated to the city of Suramar to rescue the clan’s Xia’dorei who was trapped in the city.

Under Xia'dorei's combination of inside and outside, Suramar's demons were quickly wiped out, and in the night fortress, the coalition forces successfully killed the orc warlock Gul'dan who was about to open the demon portal again and summon reinforcements.

Today, the Grand Magister Elisand still rules the city, but the city has been opened to the outside world. On the street, you can see the guests visiting Suramar, and some merchants from the Alliance and the tribe also came here, trying to do business with the race that has been self-enclosed for thousands of years, and shrouded their sense of mystery. The goods are sold overseas, and the most popular stalls in Suramar’s stores are mostly new and exotic outsider goods. Wearing clothes of other continental races and wearing external accessories seems to be gradually becoming one of Suramar. Kind of new fashion.

Walking on the big trail in the middle of the city, Zelin stared at the magical trees around him. These willows are immersed in arcane abilities, and the whole body exudes a quiet light blue gleam, and the branches and leaves on the willows that swing with the wind are like stars in the sky, shining. The last time he came to Suramar, the city was full of demons and their followers. At that time, he just wanted to take other people to escape from this place as soon as possible, and was not in the mood to appreciate the beauty of this city.

I wonder if Chadorei will allow him to take away a few beautiful magic plants?

Zelin likes collectibles very much, and he always likes to take some collectibles home. If these magic plants can be transplanted into the greenhouse garden of the castle, it is estimated that those who like to have a tea party in the greenhouse will be very happy.

"Priest Tyrande doesn't like Chadorei very much, but my father hopes that she can treat Chadorei's friends in a friendly manner." Anduin stared at the wonderful and elegant elves around him. The elven architectural style of Azeroth is characterized by many elegant arcs. Here, it is difficult to see sharp corners: "Chadorei is currently neutral, but Shaw said that they seem to be more similar to Sindorei. Many common topics. Father’s advisors are very worried that Xia'Dorei joining the tribe will greatly enhance the tribe’s magical power. Oh! How I hope I will never have such worries in the future. A year ago, we were still comrades-in-arms, But now, we are jealous of each other."

Zelin thought of what Tess had told him not long ago: "Perhaps it is to prevent it. After all, if one person makes a decision, thousands of people may suddenly become enemies. Then another person makes a decision and counts. Hundreds of enemies must hug each other and dance. This has nothing to do with personal emotions, we are all just marionettes."

"This is too pessimistic."

"It's true, Your Highness."

"But we shouldn't take pessimism as everything, shouldn't we? It's like the mistakes made by the Great Magister Elisand." Anduin relentlessly talked about the ruler's problem in the city of Suramar: "She holds the power of time, looking for the possibility of defeating the Burning Legion in countless streams of time. In the beginning, she did not find this timeline, so she chose to surrender. But she ignored the power of living things. People will create possibilities, just Like you, Zelin, your efforts have created another possibility, slapped fiercely on the face of the Great Magister who only believes in the cold reality."