The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The dog barked twice.

"Really, we will go to the bridge to take a look. Today, many people are going to Losric. Maybe we can steal something easily." The man touched his pet dog's head, "Help me." How about watching those troublesome knights come back and give you a mouthful?"

There were a few barks again.

But this time, the dog chirping did not stop.

"What's the matter with you stupid dog?"

"It's reminding you this stupid master." Zelin put a hand on the edge of the rock wall, stepped on a protruding stone below, and pulled himself up. "Are you a thief? You seem to be better than your own dog. Sensitive."

The man turned his head slowly, his face hidden under the pointed hat widened. The hat was so wide that it covered most of his face, leaving only a mouth outside. Two small holes should be cut out in the hat where the eyes should be, so that he can see the outside even when he wears the hat. "You...you, have you climbed up?!"

The demon hunter, who was slapping the dust on his body, stopped. "A thief who can't climb walls? You said you are going to steal, go to Losric? Save it." He processed the few words just now at the fastest speed in his mind. The information obtained in the words "You will definitely be caught by those knights and thrown into prison to death."

When Zelin climbed up, he realized that this was not a dry river, it seemed to be a mountain village built halfway up the mountain. There are a few simple wooden houses built of wood near the arch bridge. This is definitely not a rich place, the appearance of the few houses in front of them seems to be knocked to the ground.

This man, to be precise, a young man who said something about a thief or a scavenger, except for the funny peaked hat, was the clothes draped like linen. Unless there is a different aesthetic in this world, Zelin doesn't think that a person who cares about his status will casually wear simple clothes and lie on the ground.

However, a high stone tower in the distance attracted the attention of demon hunters.

The tower is very high, and the exquisite tower is in sharp contrast with the dilapidated wooden house below. Under the tower is an open wooden door, and from time to time various people enter and exit through the wooden door. Two people holding scepters in dark black and decorated with pale white lace robes stayed nearby. They held the sceptre in one hand, and the heavy black book in the other hand. The round flat hat was wide. The brim of their hat hides their faces in the shadows. They may be priests, priests, or other occupations that Zelin doesn't know about, but one thing can be confirmed.

It is best not to deal with unfamiliar people rashly.

The portal suddenly disappeared, and he came to a densely populated place, leaving not much time for the demon hunter to react. He had to find a way to hide himself before someone was different from him.

In any case, it is better to go to a gathering place to observe, or to find a place to hide as a stronghold than to stand still and do nothing. But when Zelin found a direction where most people were heading, and wanted to get into the crowd like in Rome, the man who was prone to thieves on the ground suddenly got up.

"Hey, wait a minute, you also came to Losric, right? We can talk about it. I am Greylat of the immortal settlement, did you also come to Losric to see the fire-spreading ceremony?"

Zelin couldn't understand what he was talking about. The demon hunter strode forward, and the person behind quickly followed behind. The large sack of clothes made a rustling sound as they swayed.

Maybe he should ask what the **** is fire. This is a ritual. It sounds like a major ritual. It is related to a certain second prince. Naturally, it is impossible for anyone not to know it. It would be abrupt to ask Huo directly. Can only hope that it is not something like eternal fire.

"The fire... how's it going?"

"Fire? Of course everything is fine. No one rings the bell. The flames are strong. People say that. You people are suspicious. It is estimated that I will never hear the bell ringing in my life. I have heard some legends and stories. Time, the flames were almost extinguished." Grelart almost ran off. "There are always people talking about flames. You don't look like a lunatic. Hey, what are you doing so fast?"

The age of flames.

The time when the flame has not been extinguished.

Chapter 382 Greylat

Greirat, a vagrant in the immortal settlement.

He naturally said a strange place name, and Zelin naturally didn't ask much.

His parents were dead long ago, at the hands of bandits. Now there is only Loretta in the whole village, and an old woman is taking care of him, the stupid woman he calls.

This Greylat, who doesn’t seem to be thirty years old, obviously doesn’t seem to be a man of peace and security.

This is a very big village, and when Grelart took him along the right path to the village, the demon hunter realized how big the village really is. The entire settlement seems to be flattened halfway through the mountain. Rows of houses fill every corner of the field of vision. Zelin can be sure that there must be no architectural plan here. The reason for the height difference is that the top of one house is sometimes flush with the ground of another house, and sometimes it is necessary to go to a place, to climb a ladder from one building to the second floor.

Looking into the distance, a giant city built almost on the entire mountain peak is even more spectacular. Towering minarets and magnificent high walls merge the city and the mountain. One after another, the red spires point directly to the sky, and the dense spires are like forests. It is not that the city is built on a mountain, it is better to say that the mountain is holding the city. The steep mountain wall reflects a pale yellow hue in the dim light. A huge wall tens of meters high surrounds the city. It is so huge and so magnificent that it seems that it was carved out by giants on the mountain peak. Miracle.

Los ric.

This simple settlement is located just outside of Losric, and outside is a huge bridge that is large enough for almost twenty people to advance side by side. This bridge is composed of hundreds of steps, one by one, it is the only bridge in the vicinity that can be compared with the magnificent city of Losric, and it is also the only passage connecting Losric with the outside world.

This settlement is like a chaotic shanty town. The houses are piled up crookedly and there are many dead trees around. These trees have died long ago, and the meaning of existence is probably only the iron cages. Hang up. There are some scrawny humans in each iron cage. Maybe it is really because of hunger or other reasons that they have become so thin, but Zelin feels that they are more like moving corpses. The black crow fell on the branch, screaming disgustingly from time to time, staring at the people under the tree and the corpse in the cage with eyes like black jewels.

There are many people in the village. But many people just have to go here to Los Lik. Part of the ground is covered with stones and slabs, but more places have nothing. Wheels and leather boots make the settlements full of dust, so People can't breathe. The dusk-like sky aggravated the dull feeling, and the disgusting and decadent smell lingered in his nostrils, Zelin couldn't help but frown.

Several strong men are pushing a dry corpse with a pitchfork and dragging it to a pile of corpses. They are all wearing clothes made of black leather and linen, wearing gloves and covering their faces. Zelin thought of the people who cleaned up their bodies to prevent the spread of the plague after the **** Foca rebellion. Several people who looked like priests were standing beside the corpse pile, or beside the execution ground on the entrance steps of the settlement.

"Is there a plague here?"

"It's just to clean up the monsters that will appear before the ceremony. During this time, we can rely on this work to make a living. When the spreading of the fire is over, and the second prince becomes the king, everything will return to normal."

A village outside the king's city that lives by disposing of corpses. Flame, the demon hunter's understatement of the flame explained by Greylat is still incomprehensible. But looking at his appearance, this flame should be something that people know well, and there is no need for too much narration.

This flame sounds very important, as important as it concerns the safety of this world. When the flame burns, the world can continue unharmed, and when the flame is extinguished, the world will lose its light. This is a surprising thing. For Zelin, what can bring light to a world is undoubtedly the sun in the sky, whether it is his world, Yanan, Rome, or Skyrim.

But just like his world, the sun is hanging on the top of his head to glow and heat, the flames of this world are also burning unharmed, but now it is time to add firewood.

"The salary king is going to be burned by flames? Sounds terrible."

Zelin shrugged, "Your second prince sounds pitiful."

Sitting in Greylat's humble house, the demon hunter can only shrug his shoulders at the strange customs of this world.

"This is a tradition. Every king of Losric will have two princes. The first prince will inherit the throne and become the new king of Losric. The second prince will spread the fire and become the king of salaries. Don't you know? Where do you come from? Come." Grelart knocked on the table to the poor and unknown demon hunter. The wooden table has begun to emit a stale smell. Zelin doubts whether the table will fall apart after being knocked more.

"Listen, there must be a lot of people in the city by the time of the fire-spreading ceremony. Those knights will also focus on the ceremony. Then it will be a good opportunity for us to go into the city and steal things. We can cross it together. High wall, find something good on the high wall."

"It's you, Greylat." Zelin shook his head. "It's not me."

"Hey, we don't have to go to the city, we just go to the high wall and get back some of the previous things." Greylat explained, "We will exchange the money and divide it equally."

"I have to thank you for your hospitality." Zelin looked at the few slices of soup that looked like some unknown wild vegetable floating in the wooden bowl in front of him. It is estimated that this shanty has been around for many years, and the wood has been soaked into a dark hue. Even if it is the poorest Baronial Velen of Tamoria, the houses of the villagers will not be ruined to such a degree. "But stealing... I never do anything like this. I can do some other things for you to repay you. If your work here is just to burn things, I think I should be fine."

"We can discuss it again, and the big deal is that you will share more..." Grelart knocked on the wooden fork. "You will also climb the wall, and..."

"Grerat." An old woman's call sounded outside the hut. "Grerat, are you back?"

"Oh... she's back." Grelart threw off the funny hat and scratched his messy hair. "Hey, if she asks what I did just now, help me testify that I have been working hard. ."

The cute house dog barked twice.

"Is this a reward?"

"Are you a fool from Catalina? Of course not."

Chapter 383 The Undead Settlement

Loretta is an old woman who is old and frail.

"Greirat, where did you go this morning..." Her voice was as dry as rubbing gravel, her skin was like a dry locust tree, and the knife-like wrinkles on her face indicated the old lady Loretta's Life has passed for a long time, and only turbid white remains in one eye. Time not only kills her life, but also takes away her eyesight. The old woman leaned on the wooden staff and coughed slightly, "Mr. Bartholomew said you did not go to the execution ground to help..."

"I, I'm thinking about how to visit the old conjurer from Onuma today." Grelart took out a wooden chair from the corner and placed it behind the old woman, when Loretta sat down. , He walked to the door, looked around, then closed the door with a squeak, shutting out the noisy noises, and at the same time blocked the rancid smell in the village.

This place where corpses is processed for a living is unpleasant in appearance and smell, but maybe this is how a village survives. Through the window, Zelin could see the villagers with their backs squatting carrying the corpses in the cage, looking hurried, or out of breath from the heavy work.

It is said that this is something that will appear before the fire is spread, and like the flame, it is something that has existed in the age of gods. Every time, when the flames are dimmed and a new payer is needed to spread the fire, the undead will spread among humans like a plague. Rumor has it that in ancient times, the gods built prisons specially used to detain the undead, but that is just an ancient story that is unknown how many years ago.

At least that's what Greirat said.