The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Outside the clinic, Francesca was still standing outside the door, waiting. After seeing Yusevka coming out, she smiled at the doctor: "You have done a good job, Joseph, it would be better if you can minimize the time for talking about the house."

"Is it really okay for us to use a poor girl like this?" Yusevka asked reluctantly: "If it's just to make money, and there is so much gold in the castle, why should we continue to make money? Enough money? Just use it, who can hold all the money in the world in his hands."

"My purpose is not to fill the castle with money, Joseph." Francesca chuckled, holding Yusevka's hand, and leading her to the main building of the castle: "What I want to do is to make sure that In our world, no one can make more money faster than us. Since our start is not good, we have to use some small methods, such as portals to cheat. Beautiful ladies should have the privilege of cheating, right? ?"

"But if we keep thinking about making money, when will we really be reunited like a family?" Yusufka looked at Francesca mournfully: "I thought... After you reconcile, after you step down as the throne, and he finally completes the career of rebuilding the academy, we can be reunited well, and there is no need to divide more and less like in the past. This year has come to the autumn, and he is at home. The time will not exceed two months."

"That's what's wrong with you, Joseph." Francesca shook her head: "The man should go out and fight, not keep him at home. And...the current situation, you have to ask Zelin."

"Ask Zelin?" Yusevka puzzled: "Why?"

The elven warlock glanced across the courtyard. Li Min, who came back a few days ago, was chatting with Amelia, lying arrogantly among the rocks, as if the rocks were her queen's chair, and the short robe, boots and crown were inlaid with magical power. Gems, sparkling. That was the last time she took the money Zelin gave her and returned to the place of refuge. Finally, she bought the batch of magic gems that she coveted for a long time, and found the blacksmith to inject the power of the gems into the armor and outer robe.

Amelia gathered her curly hair behind her head and tied it with silver thread, like a pale silver crown. She looked very simple and unpretentious, but she couldn't hide her from the eyes of the wizard warlock. Near the greenhouse, Altea, who came back yesterday, was enjoying afternoon tea with Virginia, who had just had a two-day holiday. They ate the best they bought from Cyrodir in Azeroth and Skyrim. Cakes and biscuits are in line with their respective tastes.

The balcony on the second floor of the castle has become exclusive to Yamily. The blood elves are not there, but there are many expensive inscription materials and study books on the table, each of which is enough to ruin the poor beginners. On the hillside leading to the side, Dalimira was walking down carrying a bucket of bacon, which was originally placed in the griffon’s den. Although it was empty inside, no one would eat it and put it in the beast’s den. Pieces of meat.

On the side of the cliff behind the castle, the giant elevator that the Dragonborn longs for is under construction. Although the elevator was built entirely by the craftsmen that Gnaiya had made on his own risk, but beside the elevator, there were piles of neatly cut marble blocks, which were the building materials for the construction of a chapel on the top of the mountain. And a small cemetery will be opened behind the chapel. Vera will live there in the future, and the cemetery will be used to bury her sister.

Finally, Francesca's gaze shifted to the clinic behind her.

This is after Zelin arrived in Yusevka. In order to avoid her missing her hometown too much, he built this clinic for her in the style of Yanan's architecture. Later Zelin said that there will be more apprentices in the future. Later, she just needed her to take care of the children who were injured in training. But in fact, it is not used several times at all. It can be said that it was a residence built entirely for Yusevka.

This is just the part that can be seen at will after standing in the courtyard and scanning around.

"Joseph, how much do you think it takes to support an angel?"

The third thousand and eleventh chapter quarrel in the meeting

Yamily never considered herself an angel.

She has seen too few places, and now she can barely show herself the appearance of a countryman entering Silvermoon City. But even so, she still opened her eyes wide, staring at the majestic and cold spire of Orgrimmar.

This is a city located in a valley. Walking on the undulating streets in the valley, the airship towers and watchtowers on the top of the cliffs on both sides look so magnificent, and the rough architectural style of the orcs can be seen here. After Garrosh’s transformation of the city, every corner of the city is now full of buildings made of sharp metal, thick logs and neatly cut stones, showing the power they admire without hesitation. .

This is the first time the blood elves have come to Orgrimmar.

Although many years ago, she knew that the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas had joined the tribe, and the orcs, trolls and tauren far away in Kalimdor, as well as the ranger general Xi, who was entrenched in the Undercity and resurrected from the dead. The undead ruled by Elvanas form an alliance. But she has never really been to Kalimdor. In Silvermoon City, there is a teleportation orb that can teleport people to Orgrimmar, but unfortunately, civilians like her without a surname obviously have no permission to use the teleportation orb.

And if she had the money to buy a ticket to travel to Kalimdor, she would definitely not be just a civilian without a surname.

I don’t know if one day I will put Mr.’s last name behind my name...

Yamily dreamed happily.

"Your envoy, please go this way." Zaraka's voice rang from her side, recalling the blood elf's thoughts.

"Yeah."

Yamily nodded slightly, ignoring the orc guards on both sides of the road as much as possible.

The hall of the Chiefs in the Valley of Strength flickered a faint light of teleportation magic. After the light passed, a delegation of blood elves appeared, and the fiery red and gold sea rushed to the entrance of the Chiefs' hall. Jamily suddenly saw a familiar figure among the blood elves. Hilda Dawn Blade pushed the blindfold and walked at the back of the delegation.

She lowered her head quickly so as not to be recognized by her past classmates.

"Bloodblade Envoy, you will report to the warchief soon."

Zaraka reminded.

"Ahem." Yamily coughed slightly, took a deep breath, raised her head and looked at the Chiefs' Hall. The dark entrance of the hall is like a giant beast's blood mouth that is opening its mouth, ready to swallow her completely. The blood elf's lips moved slightly, and finally squeezed out a confident smile: "Let's go, guard your lord, the warchief is waiting for us."

Come on, Yamily...

You can do it.

You are now Tally Lily. Bloodblade. She said silently in her heart. Not Yamily.

When the last group of blood elves arrived in the hall of chiefs, Yamily and Zaraka entered the hall of chiefs as special envoys reporting the news.

There is a column at the entrance of the hall. Visitors must go through the bends on both sides, bypass the pillars, and enter the hall where the Chiefs' seat is located through different exits.

The chieftain’s hall is arranged in a circular shape. There are small recessed rooms around the hall. In each room, there is a round table and delegations from different tribes and races are seated. The warchief sits in the main seat and listens to the voices from all sides instead of being with his race. This means that the warchief will act as a neutral and judge disputes from within the tribe. The current warchief is Vol'jin, from the Darkspear troll tribe. In the delegation seat, the representative of the Darkspear tribe was the elderly Master Gadrin, an elderly troll elder.

Yamily saw a lot of people here.

Those big people that she can't normally imagine are sitting around the hall, watching her every move.

She could almost clearly hear her heartbeat.

When Yamily stood in the middle of the hall, Woking raised her right hand. Following his movements, the slightly noisy hall immediately became quiet.

"Today, rumors are everywhere." Woking said in a slow and clear voice: "The tribe is in crisis. I heard voices of suspicion and suspicion. A poisonous seed is germinating in the hearts of the tribe. Silithus and Stranglethorn Vale. What happened is threatening our living environment. Fortunately, our brothers and sisters sent to Stranglethorn Vale returned safely and brought important information. Come on, young blood elves, tell us what happened in Stranglethorn Vale. . The tribe needs your voice."

Yamily lifted her skirt and bowed her knees: "I am happy to help, Warchief."

Afterwards, she raised her head and, in a loud and clear voice, read the lines that had been familiar to her heart for several days.

Zaraka stood by the entrance of the hall. Looking at other people's attention, Yamily has been attracted, he slowly moved to the place where the troll representative was, and walked to Master Gadrin.

Everyone in the hall listened, and from time to time someone frowned or showed a thoughtful look. The members of the goblin delegation looked around anxiously, and the Prince of Trade sat on the wooden chair with a composure, sipping a cocktail. The undead hid gloomily in the shadows in the corners, and the whole body was wrapped tightly, with only gleaming eyes exposed, standing silently behind Sylvanas like a statue. Saurfang and Eitrigg looked at each other, and the latter shook their heads. The representatives of the orcs are the least, and they suffered heavy losses in the tribal civil war. The trolls moved their bodies nervously, and they were always known for their chaos. When hearing the description of the military power of the Ayn clan, Tauren Chieftain Baine showed a worried look.

"...They are looking for a new settlement. According to the conclusion I reached after meeting with their governor here-the alliance between the Al Ayn and the Alliance was because they first contacted the Alliance and received information about the land. The promise. But unfortunately, in the choice and aesthetics of the place of residence, the Ayn people are more inclined to the human beings of the alliance. They hope to get more magnificent and tidy cities, and are located in the forest or rainforest. I am very worried. , The common topics of the tribe and the Al Ain are limited."

Yamily didn't know why Francesca wanted her to say this. Her husband didn't seem to want the two sides to go to war, but the hostess Francesca seemed to want the Ayn to stand firmly on the side of the alliance.

At least, let the tribe think so.

"What about trade?" Gary Vickers asked in a loud voice, "What do they think of trade? They are so good at fighting, and they occupy a planet's resources. They must be very rich. Are they interested in weapons and equipment? ?"

Before Amily could answer, Bain stood up angrily, and the table moved a bit when he was touched.

"Enough, Gary Vickers! Do you an annoying businessman only knows how to make murderous weapons? Don't forget, what did your people do in Silithus!"

The third thousand and twelfth chapter Yamily's accident

Sylvanas looked at Baine and Gary Wix who were arguing with interest.

Sometimes, she thinks that Bain should indeed follow his big and energetic heart and bring all the tauren to join the league as soon as possible. But if she can, she would like to personally pull Gary Vickers' fat head off her neck. The **** scene at that time must be pleasant.

"Silithus? Oh, my friend, everything we do to Silithus is protective development, okay? Protective development." Gary Vickers stretched out **** to him, and the secretary behind him immediately helped him. A cigar was handed over, and another attendant lit a flame. The Prince of Trade took a cigar in his mouth, took a sip near the flame, and slowly exhaled: "I don't expect you to understand any industrial jargon, but as a layman, I suggest that you should follow the advice of experts. After evaluation by my team of experts, only Only after clearing the exposed Azerite ore and draining the flowing Azerite lake with a water pump, can the blood of the earth be helped..."

"You dug up the veins!"

"Oh! You shouldn't question the opinions of experts. They are the brains of Bilgewater chaebols, the smartest goblin scholars and geologists. How could their judgments be wrong?" Gary Vickers spread his hands: "We are. Heal this land in a way that belongs to a goblin."

"But you are still blasting to dig more veins!"

"That's what we want to find... uh, honey, what do you say about that word?"