The power of the Pope's Declaration of Jihad is enormous.

After the death of the prophet Viren, Alonthos. His Majesty is the absolute spokesperson of the entire Azeroth Holy Light World, and he is not only like a god in the eyes of the followers of the human Holy Light, but also in the eyes of the Holy Light Walkers of other races, His Majesty is also an absolutely respectable elder and a wise religious leader.

His Majesty Fao revealed the demonic conspiracy to the world, and more importantly, the various civilizations in the world of Azeroth, as if they had made an appointment in advance, in the three hours after the Pope's proclamation, including the Difia Federation, the Church of the Moon God of Cadore, the Sun King's court, and even the Blightburner, the Ring of the Earth, and so on, all spoke in support of the Pope's declaration of war.

Some organizations that are very good at acting still have plans to throw out pre-prepared "evidence".

In front of the Moon Well in Mount Hyjal, demonic remains and weapons from the battlefield of Niskara are placed, proving that the Illidare's legions have won among the stars.

In Eresaras, the city of 10,000 years in Firath, the Sun King himself appeared and presented his people with a battle plan captured from the demons, which was written in black and white with the "Azeroth Destruction Plan" of the Great Demon Akmund a few years ago, the first of which was to forcibly seize the High Elves' Sun Well as a springboard for the Burning Legion to invade the world.

In the city square of Stormwind City, several members of the Supreme Council conveyed the threat of demons to the people in a fierce tone, waving terrifying souvenirs made by demons from the skulls of various creatures, holding up the remains of heroes who died in the demon war, and exaggerating the threat of demons in exaggerated language.

The Withburner Patriarch gathers all the high-ranking druids and announces to them that the Withlightcaller is about to embark on a great plan for life... The druids want to transform the world of Xonos and bring it back to life, to prove the greatness of the way of life, to prove that good life will never compromise with demons.

Not to mention the Draenei.

The hatred between this race and the demons is engraved in the bones of every people, and this outbreak of the demon holy war also made the three-person consul see the opportunity to reunite the will of the people.

The second force that sent an army was somewhat surprising...

It was the goblins' Rusty Water Chaebol, the Trade Prince Garry Vix transferred a group of the lowest pensions from his large number of employees and sent them to the battlefield of Niskara, these goblins escorted the first batch of support materials prepared for the Dark Alliance into the stars, and this action of the Rusty Water Chaebol directly aroused the vigilance of the other goblin consortia.

An emergency meeting of the board of directors of the Hot Sand Consortium was held, and the goblin merchants agreed that Gary Vickers must have reached an ulterior PY deal with the Dark Alliance, and in short, they were far behind in this trade war that entered the stars, which made the Hot Sand Consortium very angry, but they were not without other options.

Since the Rusty Water Chaebol has invested in the Dark Alliance, the Hot Sand Consortium can invest in another force that also has a stronghold in the stars.

The Justice League, which is currently battling demons in the Temple of Void Light...

The whole world is changing dramatically because of the wave of the Holy War Declaration, which works both on the macro and the micro, not only for the big people, but also for every little person living in Azeroth.

To be precise, no one can stay out of this war that has finally really begun.

The Defia Federation, the "Wild Boar Bar" by the Lighthouse of the Western Wilderness, the secretary of the mayor of Yuexi Town, who came on horseback, just pasted a conscription poster on the notice board of the tavern, which attracted the attention of many mercenaries who were messing around here, and some literate people read out the words on the poster loudly, and the superior conditions aroused the expectations of many shy mercenaries.

Most of the people who do this business are outlaws who are born poor and willing to work hard to make money, they don't like to be bound by rules, and their lives are free from black and white, few people can really get rich, but as long as they work hard, few people will starve to death, and the romantic stories that belong to adventurers around the world continue to attract more people to join this industry.

In the Defia Federation, where commerce develops, mercenaries will never have to worry about running out of work, the rich will hire them to escort goods, the major guilds will regularly issue some collection or hunting tasks, and there will be a lot of work to hunt down fugitives or crusade against dangerous beasts from the sheriffs of various towns.

Although the work was tiring and had to deal with the animals, the people in this wilderness were simple and the farmers were generous, so it was barely a good job.

"Bang"

Just as the mercenaries were shouting loudly about whether the recruitment of this "demon war" was reliable, the door of the bar was pushed open.

In the light of the setting sun, a young man in a brown cowboy hat appeared at the door of the bar, wearing a half-worn leather armor, mud-stained riding boots on his feet, a sturdy belt hanging diagonally from his chest, the belt was full of brass-colored bullets, two silver revolvers stuck in the holster at his waist, and behind him, carrying a black shotgun and two one-handed swords straddling and behind his back.

A rigid sword, a silver sword.

He wasn't particularly tall, and as he walked, the spurs of his riding boots collided with the ground with a thumping sound, and as he moved, the odd, long black and white hair fluttered behind his head.

Although this guy was illuminated by the setting sun, he had a gloomy and silent temperament on his body, and it seemed that he was still an acquaintance in this bar, and the moment he appeared, even the rudeest, half-drunk mercenaries, subconsciously closed their mouths, and the whole bar was quiet at this moment.

This young man, unlike these mercenaries who play tickets, is a real mercenary, a real adventurer.

Or call him by another name.

The Witcher!

"Have a glass of Scarlet Mary". ”

The young man walked to the bar as if no one was around, and the small middle-aged man sitting there immediately gave way to his seat, and with a flattering smile on his face, he quickly bent over, as if he wanted to get as far away from the evil star as possible.

Two gold coins with a golden halo were tossed on the old wooden table, and the old bartender shrugged his shoulders, picked them up, wiped them with the sackcloth in his hand, and a moment later a cocktail glittered with wine and wine was placed in front of the young witcher's eyes.

The old bartender, who seemed to be familiar with him, lay down on the bar, looked at the silent young man in front of him, and said:

"Barney, how long will you be back this time?"

"It didn't take long."

The young witcher named Barney took a sip of his wine, took a box from his waist, took out two fine cigars from it, handed one to the old bartender, and lit one himself on the burning candlestick beside him, and when the young man looked up, he could still see the scar on his face, which was a slightly hideous scar, almost all over the small half of his face.

It was a "memorial" that Barney had left behind by a cunning Dreaddemon five years ago when he was hunting demons in the Burning Plains.

The Demon Hunter, as the members of the Federation's "Demon Hunter Guild" is called, is a not-so-young organization, born at the time of the original demon invasion, and is considered a semi-official organization, often helping the federal government deal with some "paranormal phenomena" that occur in remote areas and cities.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the witchers are mysterious and powerful, especially 4 years ago, in the old town of Stormwind, the united witchers slashed a dreadlord hidden in the city, which made this low-key guild begin to be known.

This organization is said to have only nearly a thousand members at present, and it is like a miniature organization under the backdrop of other big guilds, but every member of the Demon Hunter Guild is really good, such as this 23-year-old young man Barney, who was migrated to the Western Wilderness as an immigrant when the Dark Blade attacked the northern frontier, and joined the Demon Hunter Guild four years after moving, and now, there are more than 100 demons who have died at the hands of this young man, and there are many cultists.

However, despite the fact that the Wild West is his hometown, Barney is reluctant to stay here for long, as there is still someone he can't face... A beautiful girl.

Alas, it's a love debt again.

Barney smoked a cigar, he didn't care about the inquiring eyes of the mercenaries behind him, and he said to the old bartender a little tiredly:

"The guild has taken over a big mission, and all the witchers who are still active in the south will go to the battlefield of Niskara in the near future, and I have also been recruited, and I don't know if I will have the life to come back and drink the wine you made again."

"Oh?"

The old bartender asked curiously, wiping the glass:

"Niskara? Where is that place? How I haven't heard of it, listen to you, it seems far away, and dangerous. ”

"That's right."

Barney lay down on the table, picked up the cocktail in his hand, looked at the dancing light on the glass, his eyes were a little dazed, and he said:

"Far, far away, farther than the distance of both worlds."

With that, he drank the wine in his hand in one gulp, and after a long sigh of relief, Barney the Witcher stood up and waved his hand to the old bartender with a cigar in his mouth:

"Alright, Uncle Willie, I'm leaving! Good luck with me. ”

With that, he glanced at the low-level mercenaries in the tavern again, and he took out a bag of coins from his pocket and threw it on the bar:

"I've never invited you to drink, but today, let me be generous."

"This round of wine, I invited!"

After saying that, to the cheers of those mercenaries, Barry picked up his cowboy hat again, buttoned it above his head, he hummed a strange song, turned and walked out of the bar, this is the last time he returns to his hometown before he goes to the dangerous battlefield of the stars, maybe a kind of farewell, but he still does not have the courage to set foot on the home of the girl in his heart again.

He hurt her deeply.

But the moment Barney pushed open the bar's wooden door, next to his cool, domineering, demonic skull-adorned mechanical roadrage, a slender woman in an official's uniform was standing there, her back to him.

At this moment, Barney, the demon hunter who dared to fight the dangerous Dreaddemon head-on, even had the idea of turning around and running.

"Barney! If you dare to run, I'll break your legs! ”

The girl turned, revealing her pretty face that could be blown up. Lady Gilney crossed her hands and looked at the young witcher behind her, and she stepped forward angrily, looking up at Barney's expressionless face.

"You made a big fuss about my wedding, scared my fiancé away, and made me lose face in front of my relatives back home!"

The lady gasped, she was furious, and she shrieked:

"You're just gone! Exactly 2 years! You've been avoiding me, why don't you dare see me! I was the one who brought you from Arahigao to the Wild West, and it was I who recommended you to join the Witcher's Guild, and you repay me like this? Speak! ”

"Say what you want to say! Say it all! ”

Behind Barney, the mercenaries in the tavern were all lying there watching the excitement, while the old bartender Willy leaned to the side, smoking an expensive cigar cigarette, looking like he was hiding his name and name.

After this embarrassing atmosphere lasted for several minutes, seeing that Barney did not respond, the disappointed Ms. Amber turned around and was about to leave, but at this moment, her wrist was grabbed by Barney.

The witcher's fingers were clasped tightly, as if he didn't want to give up something important.

Amber turned, she looked at Barney, at the young man who was five years younger than herself, she still remembered the first sight of Barney when she followed Lord Sarufar to collect refugees in the Arathi Heights, and in an instant, both of them had grown up.

"I'm leaving."

Barney said in a hoarse voice:

"Go to Niskara, go fight demons, the service period is 3 years, it's dangerous there, I don't know, can I come back alive, I don't dare to see you, but..."

Barney breathed a sigh of relief, and as the mercenaries watched with bated breath, the witcher pulled out a small black velvet pouch from his close-fitting pocket and pulled out a beautiful ring from it.

It was a diamond ring made of the purest Episis crystal from the world of Draenor, which cost at least 3,000 gold in the jewelers of Stormwind, which was already a sky-high price in the Western Wilderness.

Barney took off his hat, and for the first time he bravely looked directly at his "sister" in front of him, and he got down on one knee and placed the ring in front of his eyes:

"I don't want to die with regrets... My mentor told me that when a man is concerned, he can become stronger..."

"Ambo, in the Arathi Heights, I fell in love with you when I first met you, your fiancé, that's a scumbag liar, he doesn't deserve you at all, but I'm sorry, I was too naïve at the time, I didn't dare to say what I wanted, please... Please give me a second chance! ”

Ms. Amber is also a man of face in the Western Wilderness, and Ms. Amber is a little caught off guard by Barney's sudden proposal, but in front of her, the drunken mercenaries are loudly coaxing, and Daddy Willie is leaning there, shrugging at Ambo.

The lady hesitated for a moment, she took a deep breath, took Barney's ring, she looked at her "brother" very seriously, and she said in a low tone:

"You are not allowed to die there! Do you hear that? ”

"I'll be waiting for you here!"

"After 3 years, I'm waiting for you to come back and marry me!"