The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"So, what do you think."

"I think, uh, maybe it is true. After all, it is a demon hunter. I have seen a lord’s castle entangled by a demon spirit. He also asks a demon hunter to solve the problem. He said we should Just be careful, just in case it's true."

"So, you are still too young. Use your brains, don't think rigidly. Listening to the wind is the rain."

It seems that the older businessman took a bite of the lamb and swallowed it with wine. "You eat too. This place is not a place where people come, but there are many people who are eyeing this place, otherwise I would not be able to go here personally. Come, do you think what he told you must be true? Anyone can buy it as long as the price is enough, whether he is a beggar or a demon hunter."

"What do you mean?"

"Give them money to tell us a very dangerous result, and then persuade us to leave as soon as possible, and then they can take the opportunity to take this place." The businessman shook his head. "The devil? I'm not stupid to deceive children, let them continue. By the way, let the demon hunter go quickly. I finally understand why he refuses to accept so many commissions. Someone must have given him a higher price."

"In short, we have a great advantage. My professional businessman, how could this situation be unintelligible. I want to lie to me, that demon hunter is still far away. Anyway, let him go quickly! He doesn't need him here."

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Chapter 229 Homecoming in a Different Way

The size alone makes Fendt monsters and their rarest kind Bakevich very dangerous. With a wave of their powerful feet, they can kill a horse and a heavily armed knight. They are not sapient creatures. When encountering Fendt in the wild, unless you run faster than a horse, don't expect to escape.

To make matters worse, the Fendt monsters not only have strength and endurance in battle, they also have a more powerful weapon: the third eye in the middle of the forehead can be used to hypnotize the prey. In the hypnotic state, the prey only Saw a burning eye-this was the last sight the victim saw before his death.

But they are not without weakness. The only weakness of the Fendt blame is the fear of loud noises. Bombs such as Foehn or Demon Dust are quite effective when used on such monsters. In addition, applying residual oil on the sword can also increase the chance of victory for the demon hunter, or at least increase the chance of escape.

"All in all, this is a very difficult monster. Fortunately, it will avoid humans. It is a lone creature to be precise, but if it can't avoid it, it will kill any creature that makes it offensive. If they The gregarious creatures will take the initiative to attack humans. I doubt that any city can survive their attacks."

"You are an expert, they should really listen to you."

Since the employer believed that Zelin should leave, the Demon Hunter had no need to stay here. By the way, Ike Knight was also fired because he was in a coma. Everyone likes an unpaid helper, but they don't need the burden of a coma. Of course, the knight himself certainly didn't know that his sacred expedition ended here. But he is a knight after all. Whether he is unconscious or dead, he is a knight. When he returns to the city, he is sent to the city hall. Naturally someone will take care of the rest.

Surprisingly, the old mercenary Lattimore also resigned.

"I have been in this industry for so long, and I can live on all fours. I know who is reliable and who is not. Generally speaking, the mercenaries who follow the wrong employer are dead. I like to make money, but I also Knowing what money can’t be made.” If this mercenary doesn’t like to smoke Nilfgard’s hookah so much, he must be a good person to get along with. “Thirty Oren is enough for me to get my next job. Thanks to the Squirrel Party, there are notices everywhere that guards and mercenaries are needed. The king’s soldiers cannot guarantee the safety of the roads, but people always have to make money.”

"By the way, Master." Lattimore looked at the Demon Hunter.

"Huh?"

"You left the camp last night, didn't you?"

"Humph." Zelin snorted softly, noncommittal.

Regardless of whether an employer needs him or not, whether or not someone wants to hire him to kill the demon. What does it matter? How could he turn a blind eye to the potentially huge threat because he can't make any money?

He is a demon hunter.

Always.

Two horses, a wooden cart, and three people. As for whether the logging farm can be established safely, this is not something Zelin needs to care about. Although he is not optimistic at all, there must be a problem with that forest, and there are some strange things in it. Perhaps after the druid recovers, the demon hunter will know what monsters are hiding in the forest.

It's not as simple as a Fendt monster out of thin air.

But next, what Zelin has to do is to return to Mahakam, look at the remaining research results of Francesca, and then prepare for the next opening of the portal.

"You are a great guy, those monsters, oh~ I really don't want to face them anymore. If you have troubles that need mercenaries to solve, you can come to me..."

"Your next sentence is to come to you if I encounter a monster that needs to be dealt with."

"Well, I guess the demon hunter can't read his mind."

"Of course not." Zelin shook his head.

Eventually, they separated in the town.

In spring, it is wet and rainy. The closer to the Mahakam Mountains, the air currents from the sea converge at the foot of the mountains, forming continuous rainfall. And the disturbing cloud

The wind blew from behind the demon hunter, and the clouds flew quickly to the moon above the treetops, and the way back to Mahakam was hidden in darkness. The wind rustled the treetops, gravel and stones hit the face of the demon hunter, and the gray clouds neighed wildly on the road.

Shortly after midnight, a storm struck. In the gusty wind, the sound of tree branches breaking, the rattling of the wooden roof, the banging of the shutters, and the wailing cry of ghosts, the unjust dead spirits echoed in the wind. In the countryside, the pain with nowhere to vent makes their howls harsh and desolate. Even the clouds in the sky are distorted into strange imaginative shapes. The most common shapes are the silhouettes of galloping horses and unicorns.

But then, the wind suddenly stopped. However, the night did not fall into silence because of this. The night seemed to be alive. Hundreds of crows were singing and flying. These ominous birds would linger around the dead body and land on the gloomy grave, singing their desolation. Song. On this night, the crow's cry is so loud, it seems to be singing their elegy for all the creatures in the world, so that it makes people feel that the whole world is dead.

Just as the crows' cries converged into a unique requiem, the last gleam of moonlight on the horizon was also obscured by dark clouds. The breath exhaled as if solidified, white light and hoarfrost enveloped the night, and then there was a terrible howl, which was the howl of the mourning banshee, symbolizing a sudden and violent death. Someone will die this night.

Nightmare-like knights, they are like a white ribbon across the sky, twisting like a snake that devours everything. In the sky came the wild hunters, these ghosts with burning eyes, riding skeleton horses, lined up in a row, their broken clothes wrapped them, angular helmets and the mask of death under the helmet.

Wild hunting often appears, looking for their prey, and the victims of wild hunting can often be heard. Sometimes a person disappears, sometimes a village disappears. But not once in decades has it been as horrible as this night. Just in the north, at least thirty people have disappeared silently. No one knows where they are, and no one knows whether they are alive or dead.

People are hiding in their homes, praying that they can spend the night safely. The energy of magic is so powerful that countless people feel cold behind their backs. The high priestess of the Temple of the Goddess of Eland Meritelli, the recorder in the city of Nifogad’s quinta, the scribes of the Kerviel Kingdom, the historian of Tritog, they will write this where they are needed A paragraph.

On March 29, 1265, the third night after two minutes, wild hunting, they came again.

When the wild hunt disappeared and the dark clouds dissipated, people could finally see the moon again. The chirping of the ghosts disappeared, and people can finally stretch their heads again and look up at the new moon, but this time, the color of the moon is like blood.

Chapter 230 The Gate of the New World

"Did you see them?"

"I saw it."

Zelin sat by the shutters on the second floor of Mahakam’s castle. After more than half a year of repairs, the castle finally began to take shape. The size of this castle is not as large as that of Kelmohan, where the wolf school is located, but after being refurbished, it can accommodate at least about forty people. The scaffolding on the main building of the castle has been dismantled, and the two stone walls leaning on the rock have also been repaired. The cracks that could have allowed a person to pass through have disappeared, replaced by well-cut stones. In the courtyard, the planned stables, warehouses and several side houses have been erected among the weeds that used to be, and the weeds have naturally been cleaned up long ago.

Once, the castle was backed by the mountains, and it was in urgent need of repairs from the inside to the outside. It has been like this for a long time. To put it better, it is an abandoned castle, or to put it mildly, it is a ruin, a pile of broken stones between the overgrown vine and the moss.

Now, who can say that there are just some meaningless stones piled up here. This will be the new Demon Hunter Academy, the new Demon Hunter Castle.

"A village in Nilfgard has turned into a snowfield. My warlock friend Ashley in the south told me this news." Francesca shook her head. The source point Imberk is looking at us from the sky, and I really hope that there will be less bad news from the magic wave."

"You are warlocks, those who master magical powers, you must know how to solve it." Zelin shrugged, uncontrolled chaotic energy will always cause huge trouble, and the black sun curse many years ago made him still remember. Countless royal and noble young girls were put to death as cursed monsters. Although the turmoil of the Curse of the Black Sun has gradually subsided, who knows what will happen next.

"They can travel through many worlds, but we... no longer do."

"It's meaningless to complain about yourself."

"Okay, okay, you're a realist, aren't you?" The elf sighed. "Do you remember the idea you told me ten days ago? I found my friend in Baihuagu, who is a master of bow and arrow. I asked him to make thirty-two crossbow arrows mixed with dark monster hair, just enough to make your special crossbow shoot four times in a row."

Zelin took the crossbow arrows handed over by the sorcerer, made of ebony wood, about the length of a small arm, standard quadrangular arrows, regardless of the material, these arrows are placed on the market in Novigrad, each Both can sell for the price of two crowns. The ready-made arrow sticks sold in the market, the feather feathers are often too short, they are still installed forcibly. But the feathers on these crossbow arrows are carefully shaped into spiral shark fins, no shorter than five centimeters.

Good weapons are expensive, but they are definitely worth the money.

One crown is equal to three Oren, thirty-two crossbow arrows, 64 crowns, and one hundred and ninety-two Oren.

"Ebony wood is the strongest among all chaotic energy-conducting woods. As for the arrows, he originally used steel, but then I said that you are a demon hunter, so the last sixteen are silver, and the first sixteen are silver. It’s made of steel."

"These are too expensive."

"Don't worry, the discarded experimental materials I throw away can make hundreds of these arrows."

"You know which box I put my money in. Give it to your master friend."

"Oh, you are always like this." The sorcerer sighed. "Don't want to hear what you brought back in another world?"