The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Hiding behind the stone wall, when the gatekeeper sat back again, he stepped on the falling stones and climbed up the wall in a few steps.

These undead who turned into living corpses don’t seem to have the habit of looking up high. This wall seems to have been damaged due to disrepair for a long time. Zelin can easily find a place to be held by his hands, even more than two streets in Rome. The side is also easy to climb. If these undead people don't just keep their eyes on the road, it is estimated that this wall will not stop anyone at all.

Standing on the fence, Ze Lin looked at the familiar and unfamiliar immortal settlement in front of him. Some villagers can still be seen in the settlement, but at this time, last time, it was not so lifeless here. How long did you hear people’s conversations, and when, when did you still see people who are busy with their lives, Rather than walking dead one by one.

Not to mention, in the former undead settlement, the demon hunter had never seen such a sensational crime.

"I will never allow evil men who commit cannibalism to wreak havoc here!"

Under the armor of silver gauze, Siris of the Twilight Kingdom stared at the fat and secluded church teachers in black robes with a sword in front of them. These teachers followed many undead villagers who had become undead. They Holding hatchets and pitchforks, as well as torches and machetes, they were constantly approaching the Darkmoon Sword Knight.

Behind Siris, the injured sun knight Ferdinand was covering his abdomen with one hand, and the blade of the other hand was stuck on the ground, supporting his body. The dark red blood continuously flowed out of the wound in the abdomen stabbed by the pitchfork and flowed to the ground.

Appearing to be attracted by the **** smell, the undead villagers behind the instructor of Youxie Church let out hoarse roars of desire. There are still spots of blood on their bodies, which have turned into dark spots on their clothes under the wind and sun.

"Greirat should be able to take the rest of the people... to take refuge in that high tower... we dragged it... you go quickly, I can hold it for a while..."

Ferdinand coughed fiercely, his sword was already stained with blood. But if it hadn't been for this Dark Moon Oather who suddenly came to the undead settlement, it is estimated that he would have already died here by this time. The teachers of Youxian Church did return to the undead settlement, but what they brought was not suggestions on how to protect the villagers or ways to slow the spread of the curse of the undead.

The doctrine of cannibalism they brought.

The instructors told those undead who are gradually falling into despair that only by swallowing other living people can they preserve their sanity and prevent them from becoming unconscious living corpses.

It was a disaster.

A group of desperate people found a hope that they could keep alive.

Whether that hope is true or false.

On the houses of the village, there are corpses **** and hung everywhere, hung from the roof like bacon that needs to be dried, or piled up in the clearings and trees in the settlement. Many more corpses were stuffed into iron cages and sent to unknown places. Some people who are still alive or sane undead will be sent to a place called the wandering cave house.

Siris stared at the approaching undead villagers and the quiet church teacher. The latter's magic was a threat, and she had to find an effective way.

But at this time, there was a little riot behind the group of villagers surrounding her. Some villagers turned their heads, and then hit the ground by the villagers who were flying behind them, and the two rolled over to the Darkmoon Knight together. He was killed by the long sword glowing with lavender fluorescence in Siris's hand.

The heads of the villagers twisted like a wave, and two more villagers were thrown over in the burst of air. The denser people standing in front were knocked into one area. The gap that appeared when the crowd fell during the time was seen by Sirius. Behind, the figure with a boot stepped on the shoulder of the instructor of the quiet church who was kneeling on the ground, pulling out the sword.

She knows this person.

"I saw someone in trouble." Zelin dropped his sword, and a little bit casually. A villager who dashed towards him with a machete seemed to have been hit by a sledgehammer. The screams rolled down from the cliff beside the wooden bridge.

"But I didn't expect it to be you, so lucky."

Chapter 467 The Wandering Cavern House

"Look at that city, even if the capital of Cyrodir was destroyed by the elves, it couldn't be compared with it."

Walking out of the passage of the cemetery, standing on the wooden bridge next to the undead settlement, the dragon descended his head and looked up at the city of Loslik on the mountain not far away. "The lord in that city must be very rich. How many people will live in such a big city? Nearly two thousand people live in Solitary City, the capital of Skyrim, and the treasury of the Supreme King is full of gold and weapons. I guess , The lord here must use a place the size of a village to store his treasure."

"Superb construction technology."

Francesca said lightly, "Only the goblin city Tyr Tacher can build such a tall building, but what they built is a furnace, not a house, but the architectural courtyard here is quite elf-like."

Looking at the courtyard covered by vines, the wizard nodded with satisfaction. "How they make these beautiful flowers grow in the cracks of the stone slabs without dying and dying is really surprising, even the most handy building in the Valley of Flowers. No craftsman can make this effect. He is right. Every world has something to praise."

"This reminds me of the sanctuary in Skyrim." Looking at the inquiring eyes of the elves, the Dragonborn explained, "That is the sanctuary of the Sky Goddess. When I return to Skyrim next time, I can take you to take a look. That sacred tree is really beautiful."

"I hope there is a chance..."

The elf narrowed his eyes and stared at a group of villagers in the courtyard who were worshipping at the top of a giant tree. "Maybe all this has something to do with that tree? Let's take a look. I think he won't mind before he comes, Let's walk around and take a look."

Looking at the villagers, Gnaiya knocked on the hilt of the sword.

"No problem, do as you said."

In any case, the big tree that looks like a person lying in a corner reveals a weird aura. Maybe the new elves and warlocks and dragon descendants don’t know anything about the tree, but it’s already here. Demon hunters who have been in this world for a while, and have stayed in the undead settlement for more than ten days, have some knowledge about cursing big trees.

Dangerous.

Or it is extremely dangerous.

"There was a gap near the courtyard, and they threw the undead in the cage. My grandpa...should be there."

In front of the wooden bridge in the undead settlement, there are more than 20 corpses lying, among them the remains of the teachers of the quiet church, and some of them are covered with a little frost. This is not all, the biting Alder that broke out directly threw some villagers off the cliff.

"I thought that the Darkmoon Swords outside had already returned to Yanorrond."

"Yes, but... Grandpa and I still have an unfinished agreement."

Siris was supposed to return to Yanorlund to check the situation. She had already noticed the situation in Leng Ligu, but after learning about her grandfather's fall in the Youxian Church, the dark moon knight came to the immortal settlement at the fastest speed. , Hoping to find his grandfather.

Everything was normal before. She investigated the traces of the Paladin and the rumors about the wandering cave house in the undead settlement. A wandering hunter from Dolan Gureg also investigated the same news before, and had already visited the cave house one day in advance.

Originally, she should have followed the Dolan Gureg hunter to the cave house today, but the instructor of the secluded church who came to the undead settlement almost ruined all of this.

"I...I thank you again..." The sun knight was seriously injured, but he still said that he could survive. He only needs to rest in his room for a few days to recover." Grelart and the remaining survivors All of them are in that tower...the monsters from the secluded church don't know how to get up...they, they will definitely survive."

The demon hunter sent the knight back to his small room with a pot of original vegetable soup, and then refilled the original vegetable bottle in his hand by the way. These original soups do not seem to deteriorate over time, and the light will not become dimmed. Finally, after Zelin and Siris walked out of the house, a slight noise on the door panel indicated that Ferdinand had locked the door from inside.

"Are you going to find your grandpa?"

"You are a good and helpful person... Yes, this is an agreement between my grandpa and me." Siris held the thorn sword in his chest. "Grandpa is going to find a way to heal the ring of curses. Before leaving the house , Grandpa said, if he fails, or falls into darkness because of it...I will liberate him."

"Circle of Cursed Healing?" Zelin shrugged upon hearing Siris's words. "That's really a difficult thing, but I don't think that the cursed tree has anything to do with the exploding curse of the undead."

"Grandpa must find a way..." Siris's words paused slightly, "Or become the evil son he hated in the past. When I see Grandpa, everything will become clear."

"I have seen your grandfather once, his strength is not weak, if he has become the son of evil in your mouth, what can you do?" the demon hunter asked rhetorically.

Siris's swordsmanship is acceptable, but in Zelin's eyes, the aura that she exudes when she holds the sword is not enough to compare with the paladin Fodorinku. This doesn't need to see the comparison of two people's fighting. As a person who uses swords all the time, sometimes when watching a duel, he can almost compare the fighting skills and swordsmanship level of the two sides before the start of the battle.

"I will give Grandpa relief as agreed."

"But if you can't beat him, you will die."

"Yes, I am not Grandpa's opponent." Siris retracted the stabbing sword into the belt of his waist without retorting. "But this is what I have to do, whether it succeeds or not. Hunter, do you do it anyway? What do I want to accomplish? I don’t want to see Grandpa becoming that kind of fallen son. I can’t eradicate the evil in this world, but I can’t turn a blind eye to the evil in my sight. I can’t change the world, but I want this A certain corner of the world can be better because of my existence."

Siris bends down slightly and salutes the demon hunter. Zelin knew this thing, it was Dark Moon etiquette.

"Therefore, I made the Dark Moon Oath in Janorrond. I know that dream chasers who are overpowered will eventually drown in their own dreams. Therefore, I hope we will say goodbye. I don't want anyone else to get involved with me. And was threatened because of this."

Looking at the back of Siris turning and leaving, and the place where the garden of the spell tree should be located in the distance, the demon hunter shook his head and followed.

"Tell me the location of the gap leading to the wandering cave house."

Seeing Siris's questioning eyes, Zelin made the Dark Moon Oath in his hand.

"I think I should have one last time to deal with the rest... Let's go, time is running out."