The Journey of the Demon Hunter

There is no one to speak of.

Zelin couldn't help but drew out the ebony blade in the quiet surroundings. For some reason, looking at the moonlight outside, he felt a chill from the heart. This is definitely not the cold brought by the temperature, but another kind of palpitating fear, just like when a horse encounters a dragon, no matter how well-trained a horse is, it will inevitably lift off the owner on its back. , Broke free of the reins and fled in all directions.

"What happened here?"

Gradually, he found the exit of this palace. The palace gate was closed tightly. Zelin looked up at the gate that was almost three people tall. He put his hand on the metal door panel and tried his best to make the shaft of the gate make a harsh sound of rust rubbing, moonlight through. The gradually widening gap between the door panels fell on Zelin.

Walking sideways through the door, Zelin took a deep breath. The cold air was like the cold Airedel. He took a breath, and the exhaled breath turned into a white mist when it touched the air, and then dissipated in front of him. Not far away, a group of huge spiral staircases attracted the attention of the demon hunters. The staircase was almost ten meters high and stretched all the way up to the top of this city that seemed to be built on a hillside.

"Wait, you... did you hear me?"

Zelin stepped on a pool of liquid, and under the moonlight, the pool of liquid showed a dark color, and the smell of the demon hunter gradually caught a **** smell.

Seems to be alarmed by the sound of the door shaft turning. A man in a white robe leaning against the fence on the side of the walkway outside the door weakly shouted to the demon hunter. He covered his abdomen with one hand, and his white robe dyed a large dark red with the blood leaking out. "You...are you coming out of Eredel?"

"Yes."

Zelin walked over and frowned. No matter what place it is, something must have happened. "I think this oath emblem can prove my identity." He took out the white vow and shook it in front of the injured man. The painting messengers of the guards of the Youxian Church are the same. Maybe he is one of the painting messengers guarding this place.

"Great...I thought it was impossible for anyone to come..."

The injured man laughed fortunately, and then coughed fiercely because of the wound.

"What the **** is going on here?"

"You, you go, hurry up and help Lord Youershika..." Not paying attention to Zelin's question, the painting messenger held his arm. "Only she can warn, can...warn the God of Dark Moon...warn it , Pope Sullivan betrayed us..."

Chapter 441 Lucky Telescope

Just hearing a few words spoken by the painting messenger, Zelin felt like he was in a big trouble.

Even if he is just an outsider, after living in this world for a period of time, he can almost know what the name Dark Moon God represents. Yanorlund --- the king city of the gods, the main **** worshipped by the Green Church, the city where the shadow sun Gwendelin is located. Gail and the priest had never told Zelin before, and the exit at the other end was the legendary Yanorrond. It's just that this city with dead bodies and blood stains, Zelin really can't compare it with such a sacred city as rumored to be.

Demon hunters seem to have been in bad luck ever since they came to this world, but they may have been attacked by enemies before in other worlds and their residences exploded; dragons attacked and their residences exploded. But now, Goddess of Luck seems to be reluctant to lift the corners of her skirt when her back is facing him. Something seems to be happening in this rumored city of gods.

"What's the matter?"

The Demon Hunter asked.

But the man lying on the ground did not respond and said nothing. After a while, Zelin determined that he was dead.

"Unbelievable..."

But the facts show that the injured man does not seem to be lying. About forty steps away, there was still a knight in iron armor lying. His weapon had been broken, and another broken sword was inserted into the broken stone slab. In him, Zelin saw the emblem seen on Siris in the Twilight Kingdom.

The man who serves the gods, the sword of the dark moon.

He was also dead, as if being caught by something and thrown on the stone statue aside, the nose on the stone face was broken, and the dark moon knight's body was sunken, like a trampled tin can.

This was not within Zelin's plan at all. Originally, he thought that after leaving Eredel, he was going to return to the undead settlement outside the city of Losric. By the way, he said to the chief priest of Imma that his mission had been completed. Old Gal said that something dangerous had appeared in Youxian Church, but the other exit was not far from Youxian Church. It only took him about ten days to return to the Forest of Punishment. Considering the ghost horse Avak to walk around, about the time. It can be cut in half.

From the intermittent words of the painting messenger, Zelin can infer that the city seems to be facing a sudden attack, a man named Youer Xika-obviously a woman-was imprisoned, and another A plot about the master of Yanorrond, the Dark Moon God. And the cause of all this seems to be related to the Pope Saliwan who is often mentioned in the mouth of the imam priest of Losric.

The name Sullivan, Zelin heard more than once the Lord Imam of Losric mentioned it. It seems that everyone is praising the greatness of this young pope, a young and promising man who was favored by God. The demon hunter had also thought about how different this Saliwan would be.

Walking along the deserted stone road, Yanorlund looked so empty in the moonlight, and Zelin didn't hear any other sounds except for the sound of his own footsteps. He carefully observed his surroundings, paying attention to his back as much as possible, so as not to be circumvented behind him unknowingly.

Yilu Xier of Leng Ligu, the priest of Ima put the hope of regaining Losric on the reinforcements from Youxi Church and Leng Ligu. Now, the Youxie Church was destroyed by the abyss. Although the hero Guda successfully escaped, he could return to Losric to help the priest of Ima, but now, Irushiel seems to be in great trouble as well.

Zelin found a ring on the dead Darkmoon Sword Knight. The ring looked like a leaping silver cat on the tail behind him. He put the ring on his hand. Perhaps this could indicate his identity. He didn’t. It's like participating in any coup that may be dangerous, and he hasn't figured out what's going on here, but anyway, it is better to be friendly with one party than to be hostile to both at the same time.

Unfortunately, if he doesn't need to consider the issue of the portal, he would rather immediately turn around and return to Eredel. That is a good place, at least as a place of temporary refuge, it is very suitable. Unfortunately, the portal appeared in the valley outside the undead settlement, not in the snowy field near Eredel.

The moonlight spread the shadow of the building on the ground, and the demon hunter listened carefully to the nearby sounds, but until he walked under the giant spiral staircase, he didn't hear it, or saw any traces of other living people.

If it hadn't been for the dying painting messenger just now, and the murdered Darkmoon Sword Knight, Zelin might even have thought that he had come to another world in the painting. Compared with Airedel, the exquisite marble architecture, lifelike statues, quiet environment and ink-rich sky here are more qualified to be called the world in the painting.

Standing at the bottom, Zelin looked up at the spiral staircase that almost reached the top.

A great place for an ambush.

The demon hunter showed the appearance of the Kunen's seal. He does not have a shield. The Kunen's seal can temporarily replace the shield. Anyway, walking to unknown places with a shield on his body can at least give people some psychology. Comfort.

Walking up the stairs cautiously, Zelin stuck to the wall and looked up diagonally. There are a few torches hanging around the corridor. If a soldier comes down from above at this moment, he can see the shadow cast by the opponent on the wall in advance.

Fortunately, he did not see any dangerous shadows, nor did he hear any sound similar to footsteps in his ears.

Walking through the stairs without risk, he came to a higher platform. The platform is connected to a wide avenue, and at the end of the road is a huge church completely carved out of white marble. This time, he saw a tall warrior with a spear and a shield and a dark black iron armor. The warrior's helmet is carved with an upward horn. This is not a horn. It may be some kind of special decoration.

The soldier turned his back to Zelin, but the next moment, he seemed to hear a sound, and his patrolling footsteps suddenly stopped.

Upon seeing this, the demon hunter quickly hid sideways behind the marble fence on the side of the platform.

The Dark Moon Sword and the painting messenger were killed, but there were other soldiers in the city who were alive and well. Zelin didn't know what the identities of these knights were. They also looked very different from the knights turned into beasts described by the painting messenger. However, if the coup had already occurred, according to the coups Zelin had seen before, one party was defeated. , Then the people who still seem to have nothing happened in the city naturally belong to the other party.

Listening to the approaching footsteps outside, Zelin began to look for other places to hide. The knight who is almost three meters tall is definitely a powerful enemy, and the sound of battle will attract other unnecessary attention. Before the situation becomes clear, he had better avoid battles that cannot be resolved quickly.

But at this moment, when he put it in his arms, the telescope that could be connected to Francesca suddenly shook.

Listening to the sound of footsteps getting faster and closer outside. Zelin sighed.

"Good luck."

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ps: Today’s trip was crowded out on the road...Lost energy, there are only two shifts for the time being, tomorrow will still be the same, it is possible to add more to make up for it.

Chapter 442 The Fire of Ambition

"Please wait a moment here, Lord."

Inside the huge church at the top of Janor Lund, the marble slabs on the ground are polished like mirrors. The surrounding columns are neatly symmetrical on both sides, as well as the tall silhouettes standing in the empty church with large white robes dragging on the ground. The man lowered his head with a heavy golden crown, and his respectful face came into his own eyes on the floor.

In the entire youth church, only one person is qualified to wear a crown that symbolizes the king.

"The fire is going out, why is Qing indifferent here?"

A thin finger tapped on the window edge under the vertical window at the back of the church, several snake-like tentacles dragged on the ground, and a thin and thin lady in a thin white gauze leaned against the vertical window, and its head was on the floor. He covered his eyes with a headgear that shone like the shining sun, and covered his eyes all the way up to the tip of the small nose. Against the backdrop of a few snake tails in the lower body, this slender figure appeared tall, but it also appeared more slender and weak.

"Lord, please wait here for a while. I will soon offer you a solution to the dimming of the flame once and for all, so that you will never have to work on this matter again."

Sullivan lowered his head deeply. He saw the pictures drawn from the chest to the hem of the robe. This is a pattern that every Pope Ilusir must have on his costume. It depicts the ancient undead heroes who have gone through many years of experience. With difficulties, came to the king city to accept the story expressed by the **** of dark moon.

Compared with a priest, this robe is suitable for a magician.

In fact, this is right for Saliwan.

"Qing knows my heart,"