The Journey of the Demon Hunter

After all, it is not a good idea to use dragon roar in a narrow cave.

There is a design drawing of a high-grade griffon silver sword in the castle. With this design drawing and enough materials, the dwarf blacksmith in the floating port can make a silver sword. Compared with the forging of Skyrim, the blueprint of the Demon Hunter and those forging methods are many different. At least, before Gnaiya learns how to deal with the forging materials in this world, she'd better find a professional blacksmith to deal with it.

"You can come and fetch it the day after tomorrow, girl, I will make you an absolute handy weapon." The bearded blacksmith looked around, his halfling apprentice was pulling the bellows. "Be careful, Larry doesn't like it. You guys, he will definitely find a way to trouble you."

"The mayor is not willing to help his townsfolk, and the townsfolk needs a demon hunter when facing monsters." The dragonborn counted out the coins in his pocket and handed them to the blacksmith. "If you need to deal with monsters, go to the castle for help. Yeah. Larry can find a way to make money, but he can't stop people from asking for help."

"That's good, my friend." The dwarf blacksmith nodded with deep understanding. "I thought you demon hunters are all monsters who have no emotions but only know **** and make money. Allow me to apologize, the one of eternal fire. There is nothing right about the rhetoric, whether it is for the demon hunters and warlocks, or for non-human races."

"After that, come to the castle more if you have any trouble." Gneia grinned a bit. "Remember to think about the adventurers who come to you to repair weapons, or other people in town who need help with monsters. Tell them there. Someone can help them, and the price is reasonable. Larry does not allow magic hunters to talk about monsters in the floating port? Then let those who need help come to the castle."

"But I remember that the owner of that castle is another man. I have seen the master demon hunter. Are you his apprentice?"

The dragonborn girl just smiled and let out a long sigh.

"I will fetch the silver sword in a few days."

Watching Gnaiya leave and walk towards the door of the town wall, the halfling who has been holding down the bellows raised her head. "Her helmet is really strange. She is different from the demon hunters I have seen before, those demon hunters. He doesn't have any emotions, and he doesn't laugh. A mixed-blood cat sent a demon hunter who looks like he is going to kill at any time."

"Then quickly throw away the messy impressions of the demon hunter in your mind, and move on! There are five axes and three hammers today. You will go and dry the leather in a while, and you will build one tomorrow. Sword!" The dwarf patted his wide palm and tightened his apron. "Don't be frustrated, I'll go out and ask if the two boxes of iron ingots have arrived, so take the wind!" The blacksmith walked out the door.

Zelin looked at another portal in front of him, covered his face, and walked in without knowing which portal.

Professor Lu Mo’s laboratory continues the habit of most wizards two hundred years ago, treating his experimental results as treasures, hiding them in the laboratory, and then using various portals to hide the laboratory in unknown places. , The passage between the portals hides various organs. Even if there is an intruder, the mage in the laboratory only needs to cut off one of the links, and the intruder can only be trapped in a place unknown to the laboratory, facing the activated golem or magic pet.

Fortunately, the owner of this laboratory has long been missing, and 80% is already dead.

It took Zelin a lot of time to find the entrance of the portal while flapping his wet clothes. Just as the Lynx Cliff Witch described, this ruin was completely sunk in the water. The crystal outside the portal has long lost its magic power, but the Demon Hunter can use Alderfa Seal to charge him. Although the clothes were soaked, linen and leather armor hung heavily on his shoulders like chain mail, and those magical cheetahs caused him a lot of trouble. Worthy of being a former colleague of the witch, the magic pets used are all cheetahs. This is a beast peculiar to the south, but in terms of appearance, it is not as good as the peacock that suddenly opens its tail fan in front of it.

When Zelin saw the peacock for the first time, he almost opened its tail fan as if the devil opened its third eye. But this is a more gentle creature, and there is no need for the demon hunter to record it in the monster roster. The climate between the south and the north is very different, not to mention that Tousant is adjacent to an extinct volcano, which creates a completely different environment from the surrounding area and a warmer climate suitable for growing grapes.

This laboratory must have been a large-scale warlock research site in the past, and the collapsed corridors and statues covered with vines and moss can still reflect the prosperity of the year. The biggest trouble lies in a secret mechanism. Thanks to Zelin's experience in the Roman Brotherhood, these simple things can't bother him. It must have been prepared by Moru at the time to deal with monsters or bandits wandering outside the laboratory. After all, in that era, the king’s laws were basically only valid near his castle. For other places, the only thing he could do was Send a tax collector over.

Now, at the cost of avoiding unknown ground thorns, traps, besieged pets, gargoyle attacks, and the whole body like a fish just caught from the river, the laboratory that hides the mutation research results of the demon hunter is showing In front of Zelin.

Chapter 354 The Second Mutation

A standard twelfth century mage laboratory.

The largest area in the laboratory is a few cells. This reminded Zelin of the cell in the unseen village of Yahagul. In fact, these functions are the same. It is on the right hand side of the portal entrance, under a metal canopy that is used to release distilled gas. The corpse that had long since dried up still maintained its painful appearance before death.

It is conceivable that he definitely did not come here voluntarily. In that chaotic era, ordinary people caught as living experiments were not alone. Even when the Curse of the Black Sun appeared last time, some poor girls who were believed to be cursed were also fate of being dissected by a warlock researcher.

The desktop in the laboratory is full of dusty bottles and jars. The entire experimental site is covered with winding metal pipes, extraction and distillation devices, glass tubes and conical flasks. The entire laboratory is full of staleness. Smell. The three cages were empty, but Zelin didn't think that in order to capture a person, Professor Moru needed to build three cages.

The demon hunter is unwilling to think about the fate of the poor guys who have been captured, and there is no experiment with chaotic energy that ordinary people can withstand.

The most striking thing is the thing that looks like an iron maiden in the experimental site. There are many vents on it, big enough for a person to stand in. There is a square iron plate opening at the back, as if to put something in.

Fortunately, Zelin did not need to conduct the experiment, because the telescope left in the laboratory revealed to him what had happened in the laboratory. This is also a good habit of the warlocks. When doing experiments, they will use a telescope to record, just like Skyrim's ubiquitous robber diary.

Professor Moru hopes to use another toxin to neutralize the mutagenesis that causes the demon hunter mutation. He uses the special protein in the giant centipede egg as a carrier, puts it and the mutagenesis in a petri dish, and then through Ordinary people's experiments to determine whether the toxicity has decreased.

This is a crazy idea to use one poison against another. There are books on mutation and genetics everywhere in the bookcases of the laboratory. Moru is a scholar with ideas and a person who can put his ideas into action, but unfortunately, the results he got did not go in the direction he expected. Development.

The protein of the monitor lizard centipede egg not only failed to make his son Jielong turn from a demon hunter back to a human, but made the mutagenic in him become more active. In the end, Jielong’s mutation took a step further and he got Even beyond the usual speed and power of a demon hunter.

It can be said that Jielong went a step further on the mutation of the Demon Hunter Green Grass Trial, and carried out the second mutation. Perhaps this is why people say that Jielong has not been stripped of human emotions. This is because the second mutation makes the nerves in his body more sensitive and the hormones become more active.

"This Professor Moru must have a mental problem."

Zelin frowned and looked at the thing that looked like a torture instrument in front of him. This laboratory must be inside a certain mountain range, beside the giant centipede nest, the demon hunter easily found some centipede eggs. But Jielong is Lu Mo's son, and he doesn't understand why he wants to make the things his son stand in to look like an iron maiden.

Zelin has no children. The physical characteristics of the demon hunter indicate that the demon hunter will never have such a relationship, but Geralt and Xili can let him see this relationship. He doesn't think the white wolf will let Xili walk there. In such a thing, Zelin thought that the white wolf would give anyone who wanted Xili into it a severe lesson, with a fist or a sword.

Does this Moru want to save his child from the fate of a demon hunter, or does he find it hard to bear that his child is a demon hunter?

In any case, Professor Moru's research is very valuable. Perhaps for him, this is a failure that should be abandoned, but for Zelin, it is invaluable.

He took off his armor and walked in, just like when he first began to accept the trial of green grass. At that time, his instructor also advised him not to wear clothes, because once he vomited out, the clothes were difficult to wash. This mutation did not seem so dangerous. After all, his body was no longer as fragile as an ordinary human, but in any case, it would be difficult to deal with it if he vomited it out. Especially this should be something related to gas, it is best not to let the clothes have a barrier effect.

With the clicking sound of the iron cabinet closing, the light green mist enveloped the iron coffin. Although it didn't feel so bad, it was as if he had been poured a lot of decoctions, with poisonous blood vessels flowing in it. Patterns like vines formed on his body. Red and green appear on the skin like tattoos, bulging muscles and capillaries bursting under insufficient pressure.

After an unknown period of time, the mist cleared, and the sealed doors opened to both sides. Zelin staggered out and took a few deep breaths. The stale smell in the laboratory seemed so fresh and attractive. He covered his abdomen, and the cramps made him feel as if someone stabbed a few times and then strangled his intestines. He could feel the changes in his body, just as Zelin's control and perception of his body brought him a different feeling after the trial of the grass was over.

He stood up slowly, and he saw the bronze mirror on the side.

The demon hunter's face was pale, like a piece of bread rotten by blisters, and like a piece of cheese that had gone bad, covered with disgusting green lines. The naked muscles were covered with bloodshot eyes, and there was a lot of blood oozing out of the skin. Zelin knew what this meant. The toxicity of the secondary mutation was stronger than he expected. The blood vessels and muscles could not withstand such a strong poison, just like he drank too much decoction or potion. He believed this degree. The poison can be put on a dragon.

But there is no danger. Compared with the trial of the grass, this is nothing. As long as it is a demon hunter who can survive the trial of the grass, he can probably survive this second mutation.

Zelin clenched his fists, felt the blue mutant in his body becoming more active, and then closed his eyes. Those are special organs in organisms such as female monsters and deer head monsters.

Alderfayin-broke out.

At the next moment, the strong air flow suddenly exploded centered on the demon hunter, and the bottles and cans around the laboratory fell under the strong impact force like **** that were hit. The laboratory fell into dimness for an instant, because the brazier in the distance was blown out by the strong wind brought by this impact. Only a few high candles still provide a faint light. Within five meters, a thin layer of ice is reflecting crystal fluorescence under the candlelight. A few stones that had fallen on the ground were thrown out, and when they hit the wall, they became fragments and scattered, splashing clouds of smoke and dust.

Opening his eyes to see the consequences he caused, Ze Lin took a deep breath.

He must have found the treasure.

Chapter 355 The Master and the Viper

Buckland, as a city without walls and curfews, Zelin led the horse and walked past the guard. Unlike in the north, outsiders do not need to walk through the narrow and crowded gates to enter the city, nor do they need to bargain with the gate guards and pay the entrance fee. Sometimes Zelin even had to pay an extra for his horse. Poor those caravans, some towns will even collect a coin according to the number of carriages.

But Towsonte is only somewhat like a decorative wall, and the city gate is not so much a defensive function as a decorative surface of the city. The avenue of Martina Gate stretches in. The wide road allows two carriages to go side by side. The road is paved with a mixture of soil and gravel, which is compacted and firm.

And when entering the city, all the ground is covered with neat slate, even if it rains, there will be no water in the city. Compared with several cities in the north, Towsonte retains the design of the elves to the greatest extent, instead of building on the ruins like Osenforte.

Zelin noted the location of the laboratory, and then took away the mana crystal that activated the portal.

He wanted to find a way to get those things out, instead of rusting and decaying in corners that no one knew. The book notes related to the research and the telescope for recording images were brought out. Zelin planned to give them to Francesca to study. She is a female warlock, a research scholar and expert, and she must find anything useful. The clues may be able to carry out more in-depth research based on the results of this research.

The residents of Buckland seem to be in good spirits. The biggest dispute in this land is probably only the dispute over wine. On the notice board at the Martina Gate, what Zelin saw was almost all about the commission of the wine estate. Pests, dangerous plants, recruit helpers and workers.

At first, passers-by answered very vaguely to the demon hunter’s directions. Most of them were described as "turn left at this intersection" or "turn right, then continue forward", but as they get closer and closer , The description also gradually becomes clearer, such as'go forward two intersections, then turn left uphill' or'along the market street in front, turn right and look diagonally across'. Following instructions one by one, Zelin finally stood at the corner of a crossroad, in front of the door of the Tessern Blacksmith's shop.

A standard elf name.

Before entering the store door, Zelin heard the sound inside through the wooden door.

"The garrison needs more daggers and shields. The blacksmiths in the Principality are obliged to make tools for the garrison's needs. According to the Principality Code, the city tax officer will pay the blacksmiths at market prices."

He opened the door and saw two soldiers wearing breastplates standing in the shop, and a man wearing a lilac woolen sweater and monocle was behind the counter, explaining to the soldiers

"I'm sorry, but my master is not here. I can't mess with his tools." He waved his hand. "There are still some weapons in the shop. I can sell his works, but I can't mess with him until he admits that I am a master craftsman. Move."

"You missed a big deal, blacksmith."