Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 331 Stormwind Guards

Azeroth, Westfall.

Riding on Deathclaw Robin's back, Wayne slowly made his way through a wilderness.

Compared to what I saw a few years ago, the western wilderness appears even more desolate. Along the road, you can still see skeletons exposed in the wild from time to time, as well as abandoned crops and farmhouses.

It seems that during this period, the nobles of Stormwind have not only failed to improve the environment here, but have instead made life even more difficult for the residents.

However, Wayne only made a casual remark and his mood was not affected in any way.

He had seen too many families torn apart by war. Compared to most of the northern inhabitants of the wizarding world, the humans of Azeroth were obviously better off overall.

Perhaps because they originated from a game world, the humans of Azeroth are significantly superior in terms of physical fitness, living environment, and resources compared to the Wizarding Age, which is closer to the reality of medieval life.

In terms of origin, they are a weaker version of the Titan creations, and among the many races of Azeroth, they are practically the chosen ones.

Unfortunately, Azeroth is too dangerous, especially in the coming decades. Almost every few decades, a cataclysmic disaster will occur. Although each time the various races work together to resolve the danger, the creatures living on this world suffer greatly and live a miserable life.

As Wayne observed his surroundings, he pondered the journey ahead.

His most important goal this time is to find a master who can use the power of holy light to help him resolve the hellish power within him.

Secondly, visit the Kingdom of Dalaran, the most prosperous place for trading magical items among humans, and purchase some excellent magical equipment to strengthen the Demon Hunter Order.

With Vivian around, he could use the world's currency at any time, and his appearance wasn't much different from that of humans in Azeroth. As long as he was careful, he wouldn't arouse suspicion.

However, what gave him a bit of a headache was that the world of Azeroth was vast and boundless. If he wanted to travel from the current Westfall to the Eastern Kingdoms where Dalaran was located, it might take one or two months by ordinary means of transportation, whether by shipwreck or overland, and there was no guarantee that he could find someone willing to go there.

He doesn't have that much time to waste here.

Aside from ordinary means of transportation, the only way Wayne could think of to quickly reach the Eastern Kingdoms was by relying on the mage's teleportation spell.

However, such powerful spells that can instantly teleport people thousands of miles away are probably quite common in games, and may even be free.

In reality, only high-level mages, or even grand mages, are likely capable of doing such a thing.

Such talents are extremely rare; perhaps only in Stormwind City can one find such experts.

He just wondered if he could find the kind of Holy Light master he needed in Stormwind Cathedral.

Thinking about these things, Wayne continued walking in the direction of Goldshire, occasionally chatting with Lani, who had just arrived in this new world and seemed quite curious about her surroundings.

As dusk approached and he was preparing to find a place to camp, he suddenly saw some burning fires in the direction he turned his head, and could faintly hear some noisy shouts.

Wayne frowned, focusing his keen senses. After a dozen seconds, he discerned what was happening there.

Shouts, the clash of weapons, and the roars of battle filled the air; it seemed a looting was taking place where the firelight was.

However, this was not a simple case of looting; the strength of the two sides should not have been significantly different, and the battle was quite intense.

Upon encountering this situation, Wayne immediately became interested. To him, all robbers were just small fry. He hadn't been to this world for several years, and if he could save some useful people, it might make his journey ahead easier.

With that in mind, Wayne gently kicked Deathclaw in the back, signaling to Robin that he could move.

Upon sensing its master's will, Deathclaw immediately let out an excited roar, and with a burst of speed, it galloped towards the direction of the fire, much faster than a galloping horse.

In less than two minutes, Deathclaw had covered a distance of several thousand meters and arrived near the battlefield.

Its nearly ten-meter-tall size and heavy footsteps had already attracted the attention of both sides in the battle.

As Wayne approached the battlefield and stood atop Deathclaw, bathed in the twilight light, looking down upon the shifting expressions of the two sides, everyone engaged in battle also turned their gaze to the high-ranking demon hunter.

However, this stalemate did not last long, as they realized that Wayne had not immediately joined the battle and was likely not an ally of the thieves.

A middle-aged officer, dressed in guard armor and wearing a helmet, revealing a large beard, immediately shouted at Wayne:

"Sir, we are Captain Gengset of the Stormwind Guard. We are under attack by Defias bandits. They are a group of despicable robbers. We hope you can help us defeat them."

Wayne, who was still considering which side to help, quickly made his choice upon hearing the word Stormwind.

Although the Defias Brotherhood still has some influence in Westfall, it's practically impossible to reach Dalaran using them.

Since the attackers are Stormwind's official guards, helping them might lead to some connection with Stormwind's military, and perhaps even find an archmage or a master of Holy Light.

After Captain Gengsert finished speaking, the burly man who was confronting him realized something was wrong and immediately shouted back:

"My friend, we, the Defias Brotherhood, are not bandits. These scum guards are the lackeys of the nobles."

"Our conflict is none of your business, please don't interfere."

However, even though the bandit leader shouted loudly and sounded rather fierce, Wayne, who had already made his choice, completely ignored him.

Wayne simply patted Robin's head lightly, and Deathclaw, having received its master's command, immediately spewed out a large cloud of sulfurous breath.

Then, tilting its head slightly, it opened its massive maw towards the area below the crowd where the Defias thieves were the most numerous.

A large ball of orange-red, smoky, high-temperature flame was spewed from the Deathclaw's mouth.

This high-temperature fireball is as powerful as a high-level fire spell; it is not only extremely fast but also has a splash effect.

In an instant, it flew into the crowd and exploded before the terrified eyes of the Defias thieves, instantly burning seven or eight of the surrounding thieves to death.

The Stormwind guards' morale immediately soared, and they charged toward the Defias Brotherhood members with a roar.

Wayne then leaped off Deathclaw's back and onto a nearby boulder, watching his pet slaughter Defias's thieves while casually pulling out his bow and arrows to shoot down the other bandits who tried to escape.

With the powerful addition of Wayne and Deathclaw, the balance of power on the battlefield was instantly broken, and the Defias Brotherhood fell into an absolute disadvantage, even becoming lambs to the slaughter.

Some of the timid Defias members immediately turned and ran away in fright, while others, presumably die-hards, still gripped their weapons and blocked the guards' pursuit with ferocious expressions.

However, all these resistances were ultimately futile. Before the giant beast Deathclaw, even heavily armored knights clad in plate armor were nothing more than tin cans that could be crushed with a single squeeze. No one could stop the monster's attacks.

After casually shooting down seven or eight Defias bandits with his bow and arrow, Wayne suddenly felt quite bored.

He stopped attacking and instead watched the carnage unfold on the battlefield, observing the dwindling numbers of the Defias Brotherhood and the fighting style of the warriors of Azeroth.

According to his observations, ordinary soldiers and Defias bandits did not show any particularly significant difference in combat power; they were simply physically stronger and therefore generally superior to soldiers in the wizarding world.

However, among the dozens of people fighting, the guard captain Gengsett and the bandit leader of the Defias Brotherhood stood out for their combat prowess, which far surpassed that of ordinary soldiers. They were also able to use a fighting style that could instantly enhance their explosive power.

Although he didn't know if this was a manifestation of anger in the game, he still made a note of it and prepared to investigate.

After all, compared to the other primal energies of the main world, the energy of rage seems to be the most unique.

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With Wayne's arrival, the battle ended quickly.

The Defias Brotherhood suffered heavy casualties, including their leader, all of whom were either killed on the spot or captured.

After the battle, the captain of the guards named Gengsett immediately went to Wayne's side to express his gratitude.

"Thank you, sir."

"You helped the kingdom's guards, which is a commendable act. I will report this to the military, and you will certainly receive the reward you deserve."

Wayne nodded politely, exchanged a few pleasantries with the captain of the guard, and took the initiative to tell him about his background.

"So you're an adventurer! That's rare. I've never seen an adventurer like you who can tame such a huge dragon as a pet."

Are you a hunter?

Upon hearing Gengset's question, Wayne was taken aback. Indeed, he used a bow and arrow to attack and had an obedient beast companion by his side, which was very similar to the hunter in the game.

That's a good excuse, perfect for use as a disguise.

(End of this chapter)