And so, Lu Li once again stood in front of the soul of the Horde's hero, which was Trebor.
"Dead, they're all dead …" Trebor laughed bitterly. The torment in his heart did not seem to dissipate so easily. His teammates, on the other hand, were much more relaxed.
"Dying on the battlefield. Perhaps a warrior's final destination is the battlefield." Lu Li had read many strategies to comfort Trebor in his previous life, but none of them could compare to this one. Trebor fell for it, and his dim eyes began to light up.
"You're right. Warriors die on the battlefield. I don't need to grieve for them. I still have unfinished business to complete. Elf, I need your help." This time, it was the soul who took the initiative to continue the quest.
The system notified Lu Li that he had completed the quest and received a Skill Point!
A Skill Point!
In Dawnlight, Skill Points were more valuable than EXP, reputation, gold, rare materials, equipment, and anything else. No matter how much these things were worth, they always had a price. As long as you had enough money, you could get anything.
Only Skill Points!
This was an unsolvable problem. Everyone was worried about Skill Points because there would never be enough of them.
"Please leave it to me, Your Excellency. I will definitely be your most trustworthy friend." Lu Li did not expect to receive a Skill Point at this stage of the quest. Although the probability of receiving Skill Points from now on was almost non-existent, his heart was filled with gratitude towards Trebor.
This was the main reason he did this quest, because there was a high probability of receiving a Skill Point from the soul.
"The three demon kings are protected by Razelikh, and in order to make them serve him loyally, Razelikh gave them almost unlimited power in the Blasted Lands. The talismans they wear are linked to their fate, and made them immortal. As long as they stay in the Blasted Lands, they can't be killed, and their life force can last until the end of the world." Trebor was trembling with despair and anger.
"There must be a way. Even Sargeras can't live forever," Lu Li said firmly.
"You're right, friend." Trebor looked at Lu Li with admiration. He was gratified by Lu Li's fighting spirit. "I've researched for a long time, and I finally thought of someone who might be able to help. Let's go to the island in Azshara and talk to the Demon Hunter Loramus Thalipedes. If even he can't help, then we can only hope that Lord Thrall will send someone to deal with it."
Demon Hunter!
Even though he knew the follow-up to the mission, Lu Li was still shocked by the term.
It should be said that Demon Hunters were a group of lunatics who would even give up on themselves in order to achieve their goals. Almost all of them had a deep hatred for demons.
In order to redeem this hatred or responsibility, they willingly accepted the forbidden power of the Burning Legion. They wielded dark powers and chaos magic, grasped the ability to shapeshift and ghostly vision, and relied on their fearsome agility to hunt down and fend off the most dangerous opponents.
In the eyes of the world, these people weren't just lunatics, they were even traitors.
At first, the Demon Hunter was just a nickname, referring to a certain person. However, as the war with the Burning Legion reached a stalemate, more and more people dedicated themselves to it, and it became a profession, just like the bounty hunters who hunted demons for a living.
According to legend, to become a professional Demon Hunter, part of the profession included a little adventure.
To become a Demon Hunter, a novice must find a current Demon Hunter to guide him or her through a series of complicated magic rituals. This was similar to the profession of a Holy Knight, but different.
Part of the magic rituals included searching for a specific demon and offering it as a sacrifice. This was done in order to bind a part of the demon's soul into the body of the novice Demon Hunter. However, in order to contain the demon's soul, the soon-to-be Demon Hunter had to burn their eyes as a mortal.
Due to the new magical powers obtained in the process of becoming a Demon Hunter, destroying their eyes wouldn't make them truly blind. They could still perceive the world around them, and could clearly sense the precise location of the demons wandering around them.
Compared to normal vision, this kind of vision was slightly limited, but only with this kind of vision could they accurately hunt demons.
Someone once said, "To catch it, you must first see it."
After becoming a Demon Hunter, his appearance would be affected. To be specific, when a student became a Demon Hunter for the first time, his skin would become pale and lose its color. However, later on, the Demon Hunter's skin would gain a light blue hue. As time passed, the skin would begin to toughen and obtain a natural armor.
Finally, the Demon Hunter's skin would appear dark purple.
As someone who had been reborn, Lu Li didn't know how to become a Night Elf. The number of Night Elves he had seen could be counted on one hand, such as Illidan's projection.
The guy standing in front of Lu Li was the second Demon Hunter that Lu Li had seen. If Illidan's projection didn't count, then it would be the first. Purple skin, purple hair, a bare chest that looked very sturdy. Of course, there was also the pair of long ears, an indispensable symbol of the Elves.
No matter if he was originally a Night Elf, a Blood Elf, or a High Elf, he was still an Elf.
The only thing that couldn't be determined was the color of his eyes, because at this moment, a red band completely covered them. His long skirt, pauldrons, and gauntlets were all red. Even the two long scimitars emitted a light red glow.
His name was Loramus, the Demon Hunter. Loramus? Saribidis.
The place he lived on was a deserted island in Azshara, surrounded by cold seawater and oddly-shaped rocks. They were equally gray, equally barren, and not a single blade of grass grew on them. The seawater constantly washed against the exposed rocks, corroding the surface until it was rough and filled with tiny holes.
Lu Li pulled off the seaweed that stuck to his body when he swam over. When he saw a group of Hellhounds running over, he almost reflexively grabbed his dagger. Fortunately, he immediately realized that these Hellhounds were probably the pets of the Demon Hunter, and they were not hostile towards him.
The memories of the Hellhounds made him feel very bad, because Lu Li thought of Kirith again.
"Demon? Are you sure you saw a demon? With your talent, even if you had eyes, you would be no different from a blind person, "Loramus said. Salipedes' opening speech wasn't polite at all. Perhaps this was in line with the Night Elves' usual arrogance and conceit.
However, Lu Li was more inclined to believe that Loramus was jealous of his bright eyes.
"I'm very sure, Lord Loramus. It was Trebor who asked me to come. He's a Beastman, do you remember him?"
"Trebor, I remember him. That was a few years ago," Loramus recalled.
Lu Li explained the purpose of his visit, and Loramus' eyes immediately turned red. His interest in demons had obviously surpassed everything else. Almost instantly, he decided to kill Razelikh the Defiler, even though he had not taken a single needle or thread from him.
"Let me see if it's here. Heavens, it really is. That's right, Razelikh the Defiler. I know his real name," Loramus said. Saribidis took out a small notebook and flipped through a few pages. Excitedly, he found what he was looking for.
Lu Li was dumbfounded. He couldn't help but ask, "Lord Loramus, is knowing his name something that makes you happy?"
"No, my former kin. You're mistaken. I don't know the name Razelikh. I know Razelikh's real name. A demon's real name can't be casually known by others. If someone knows a demon's real name, that person will have an absolute advantage in terms of power when dealing with the demon."
Lu Li was instantly speechless. Wasn't this setting a little too childish? He even knew the name of the Demon King, Sargeras.
But in the blink of an eye, he realized he was wrong. Sargeras wasn't a pure demon. He was a Titan. Moreover, who knew if he was originally called Sargeras? His right-hand men, Archimonde and Kil 'jaeden, weren't demons either. They were the people of Eredar, the former Draenei.
Where is that Razelikh? "Loramus? Saribidis asked with a murderous look.
"Uh, I'm not too sure, but I guess he's still in the Twisting Nether. I hope you can help me get rid of his three servants: the Orc Sevine, the human Archmage Allistarj, and the Ogre Grol. They …" Lu Li patiently explained the relationship between the three and the demons.
"That's not a problem at all," Saribidis said casually. "Aren't they just three pieces of trash who received the demon's blessing? I've killed too many of these people."
"Then what are we waiting for, Lord? Let's go kill them." Lu Li egged him on. "It's said that they all have a magic necklace. If we combine these necklaces and perform a special summoning ritual, we can bring Razelikh back to the Blasted Land."
"These three aren't a problem. The key is that Razelikh isn't easy to kill. He's a cunning fellow. One of my peers has dealt with him before." This arrogant demon hunter wasn't blindly arrogant.
"Can't we deal with these three first and then think of a way to kill Razelikh?" Lu Li only wanted to complete the quest. Not many people could complete this quest. At least, not many people could make it to the end from the guides he had read. At this point, he didn't have any guides to refer to. However, as long as he could kill the three demon servants, he would take another step forward.
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