The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Dark Moon didn't say anything, it just rearranged the clothes.

Considering the physique of the eldest man in the sun, as well as the portrait of the sun king Gerwin seen in Ereder's books, they are all more stalwart and taller than Gwendelin. Compared with great fathers and elder brothers, if they are born in height, they are similar to ordinary people, and the lower body is an ugly snake tail. It's nothing more than Gwendelin will live deep in Yanorlund, unwilling to show her true identity.

Gwendelin leaned on the wall below and draped the clothes on her body. The one before it had become tattered and slumped like a rag.

"After I clean up the king's city, Qing must keep this narrative. I know that Qing is a wandering person. If Qing wants to stay here, I naturally can't ask for it. If I don't want it, I won't force it."

"I am very happy to hear such an invitation."

Dark clouds covered the sky slowly drifted by, beautiful snowflakes gradually bury the traces of burning, bright moonlight passed through the black smoke rising in the town, spreading in the cold valley that was still covered in silver. . The demon hunter looked at the sky, and under the moonlight, the world was still moving forward quietly.

Maybe this is not the best era, maybe, this is not the worst era either.

The cold moonlight is as bright as silk threads. It shines on the contemplative Gwendelin, as if through the mountains, it shines on Calula in the prison of Ilu Xier, and it shines on the goddess of safety for her father in the secluded church. The praying Hazel shining on the Forest of Punishment, persuading the blacksmith giant not to approach the fortress of Hokwood, shining on the fire girl who is waiting for the arrival of the ash hero in the fire-spreading ritual, and shining on Losric In the cathedral, the priest of the Imam who prayed for the world to be safe and sound, and the Sister Frid who was walking barefoot on the stone bridge by the river valley of the immortal settlement, who was waiting for something with her eyes closed.

And on the orange portal that suddenly lit up in the valley.

Chapter 462 Wedge Stone and Ebony

If you really want to open the portal to this world in the future, Francesca will definitely insert a sign behind the door and write on it, be careful when falling from high altitude. But it's a pity that no one can tell the elven warlock how tricky the portal to this world is.

"Oh, **** it, my breasts."

Face down, the elf, who was so fast that he didn't react, clutched his chest when he fell to the ground and coughed fiercely. In the next moment, she seemed to react, and rolled, letting the delicate silk red clothes be stained with dirty muddy water. With an exclamation, Gnaiya also fell down along the trajectory of Francesca.

Fortunately, without the side effects of the portal, her reaction as a warrior caused her to twist in the air and land steadily on the ground.

"Hi, how are you, elf?"

Longyi asked the warlock who was wiping his body with muddy water with a handkerchief.

"It's okay."

Francesca tidyed up her clothes and eccentric headwear. Although she looked a little embarrassed, she still maintained her demeanor. She raised her head and narrowed her eyes to look at the row of crows standing on the dead locust trees on both sides of the river valley. When the black crows felt the eyes of people from another world, they made ominous calls, flapped their wings, and spiraled up like a whirlwind.

"...I can be sure that this world is not quite right."

Francesca murmured.

"It feels worse than Rift Valley City gives me. I feel that something is staring at us." Gnaiya squinted at the stone bridge on one side and touched the hilt of the sword on her waist. "Hi, Elf , Can you be sure to keep this door intact? I don't know much about magic."

"No problem, although there is almost no chaotic energy in this world..." Francesca closed her eyes and paused for a while. For the existence of the source, maybe I can do some small magic, but for the sake of safety, I will try to reduce the frequency of spellcasting as much as possible. Next, I will stabilize the portal first, which will take a lot of time."

"Don't worry." Gnaiya drew out the blade. "You find him and leave the rest to me."

The elf raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Let's cooperate."

Cooperation, I have to say that sometimes cooperation is indeed a good thing, it can make many originally complicated things a lot easier, and it can also make many things that were originally impossible become possible. It's like Zelin never thought that he could kill Iroshiel on his own, but with the help of the giant blacksmith, he really did it.

"Undead team, close the door and don't let in. Flange, it's dangerous."

The giant blacksmith who returned to Yanorlund gestured to Zelin and said, "Hockwood, good man, help me."

"You mean that the Undead team of Française blocked the gate of Fort Française, you can't get in, and then you are in danger near Fort Française. A man named Hawkwood helped you?"

Zelin quickly considered the giant's ambiguous words. Although he was huge, the demon hunter still had to pay attention to hear exactly what he was talking about.

"But don't worry, it's all over, now Irushiel is safe."

He explained to the giant blacksmith.

Irushiel's fire was gradually extinguished in the falling snow, and there were less than one survivor, but in any case, as long as the people were still there, everything could start again. Of course, if the flame is extinguished, the survivors who survived the atrocities of the secluded church will eventually become unconscious corpses.

The curse of the undead is like an infectious disease. When the flames dim, the infectious disease—the curse will explode and spread all over the world. Unlike ordinary infectious diseases, there is no way to prevent the curse of the undead, and no one knows whether the ring of curse will appear on him in the next moment. The only way to deal with it is to let the flame burn again to dispel the curse.

"You are a blacksmith, surely you know how to use this rubble and this disc?" Zelin took out the wedge-shaped stone fragments and discs he obtained in the arakkoa settlement in Eredel. "I heard that weapons can be strengthened. Look, can I strengthen this blade of mine." The demon hunter put the ebony blade in front of the blacksmith. "I hope it can be sharper."

No warrior will care that he has a sharper and tougher weapon. People are all looking for outstanding combat skills and powerful magic, and the Demon Hunter is no exception. He would not use this so-called strengthening thing, maybe it is something unique to this world, but since he can make his weapon better, why should he waste it because he doesn't understand it.

What's more, there is a professional blacksmith here.

"Um, wedge-shaped stone, good thing. Weapon materials I haven't seen before, uh, interesting." The blacksmith took the wedge-shaped stone fragments and discs that Zelin handed over. "Wait a minute, it will be fine in one day."

However, the giant blacksmith did not know how to help the demon hunter strengthen the ebony blade, and he also brought news from the forest of punishment and the undead settlement for Zelin.

Between the Undead Settlement and the Youxiu Church, the instructor from the Youxiu Church established a path. The giant saw some red-robed men carrying men and women in cages along the road called the Living Sacrifice. The road is sent to the quiet church. The blacksmith didn't know what it was, but considering the situation of the Youyou Church, there is no doubt that this was the remaining Archbishop Louis of the Youyou Church looking for food to devour for the followers of Aldridge.

I don’t know if the tutor looking for food for Archbishop Louis has reached the immortal settlement, but this is certainly not good news.

Ilu Xier no longer has any guarding knights, but Gwendelin has to consider not only the remaining bishops of the secluded church, but also the situation in Losric. Regardless of whether Creed brought the letter from the Imam Master or not, Sullivan certainly did not report the situation of Losric to Gwendelin.

"Qing will return with determination, please accept this thing."

Gwendelin gave the Demon Hunter a Dark Moon badge. "No matter where the Qing is, the members of the Dark Moon Sword will help him if he is carrying this thing. If Qing wants to return, Yanor Lund welcomes the Qing at any time. ."

"As for Na Losrik, I hope the Qing will tell the priest of Imma that it is time to wake up the ashes. Use the ashes to hunt for the salaried king who is unwilling or unable to return to the throne. This bird can help the Qing return to Loslik as soon as possible."

It seems that those flying creatures that brought the demon hunters to the fire-spreading sacred grounds are not only in Losric, they seem to be a group of creatures serving the entire Youth Church. In addition to these pale bat-like creatures, there are also huge ones. Asuka. A pale creature can carry an adult for a short flight, but the big bird can catch a person and fly a long distance.

Originally, Zelin still wanted to ride Avak, trying to save the remaining time. It now appears that if he flies in the sky, it only takes about a day before he can return to Losric from Leng Ligu.

"I hope we will see you bye bye."

Standing on the long bridge outside Iroshiel city, with a huge flying bird falling behind him, the demon hunter said to Gwendelin.

"I'm here, I hope Qing can return."

Chapter 463: Return to the Sacrifice Field

Half a quarter of an hour later.

Zelin clutched the rough hair on the back of the giant bird, burying his head to avoid the oncoming hurricane. This bird looked very dissatisfied that someone would sit on its back instead of being caught in its paws obediently, only to see the bird accidentally grabbed a piece of the Irushil Long Bridge After the fence, the demon hunter thought it was safer to lie on his back.

Before coming to this world, Zelin had only ridden a horse, and at best he was a ghost horse.

If someone told him before that he could ride a giant bird into the sky, he would definitely think that the man must be a legendary novel. Whether it’s a griffon beast or a gliding lizard, they will not carry people, they only Will happily eat the food delivered to the door, although it may be that the taste of humans is not as good as that of a sheep to the Griffin.

Maybe when he returns to Teremur next time, he will have a chance to meet those giant fleas that are used as transportation.

When I first left Irushiel, I looked down and saw some rugged mountains in my eyes. Looking into the distance, I could vaguely see the top of the ancient dragon in the clouds, and the artificially repaired trails in the mountain stream looked like Like hide-and-seek, it flashed past Zelin from time to time.

After a while, the dark brown rocks covered by the white snow became sparse, and the ground began to become flat. The green that passed through the eyes of the demon hunter might be dwarf pine, or patches of dark black, that were dead pine trees and Locust tree. The huge cemetery in Casas is said to still have traces left by the ambition of the overlord Vernier, and death has eroded the land.

Gradually, they came to a brown-green forest. The smell of marsh and decay began to be mixed with a little rosin aroma, a sweet but disgusting odor. Zelin's optimistic golden rosin is part of the raw material from this. This is already the outer area of ​​the Punishment Forest. In the distance, the forest seems to have been opened with a gap, and several towering minarets are exposed through the vast sea of ​​trees. There is the location of the secluded church.

Looking down from the sky, the secluded church seemed silent, with only a few unconscious living corpses wandering nearby, and some of them had become inhumane, as if a group of maggots stuck two people together. A high platform. But the demon hunters knew that the real threat was in the depths of the secluded church. A group of man-eating bishops were guarding Aldridge's coffin under the leadership of Archbishop Louis.