The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Rookie! All rookies!

But everything will be different after the war is over. The corpse does not require military pay, and the disabled soldiers do not need to continue to serve. After the battle of Sutton Hills is won, they can quickly seize the gold mine in southern Temalia, take over before the Yankees destroy the mine equipment, and have new iron. Mine, all the fishery production areas in the lower half of the Yarlunga River, which can supplement many of the losses caused by the war.

As for a recent voice in the empire, the rear of the empire has fallen into a terrible blind optimism about victory. There are often fanatical young people talking about how the empire’s cavalry loses. This is no less harmful to the front army than ordinary people. Ivastan sneered at the poisoned milk made from poisonous herbs and cow's milk.

Poisonous milk? What about poisoned milk? How can the mighty imperial legion be afraid, how can they lose when they go to fight a group of weak chickens in the north? ! Even if the people in the rear do what every day...poisonous milk? What an interesting adjective. Is the milk dead? The milk is not dead! How could this be the death of milk~

Ivastan put down the pen in his hand, closed his eyelids and wanted to take a break. During this time, no one would bother him...

"Big, sir... this is the report from the front." Suddenly, a young man who appeared to be an imperial guard entered the room cautiously. He raised his head slightly, his sight just met Ivastan. The opened eyes immediately lowered his head, seeming to be afraid that he would offend the military minister in front of him. Ivastan feels a bit funny. Is there anything worth worrying about? At best, he will send rebellious people into the mine to experience life and exercise, instead of sending them directly to the gallows. Does he look like a terrible person?

"Read it to me." The Chief Military Minister waved his hand, closed his eyes and leaned back on the comfortable seat back. Give me how many people are left in Kochlen's hand, and how much they have left is enough, and there are prisoners, how many prisoners can be sent to the south as slaves? Yes, I should go to see His Majesty the Emperor and ask him to write an order, not allowed Soldiers in front kill captives at will. Our mine needs more labor..."

"Big, sir, I, we... Sutton Hills, we lost..."

PS: Thanks to Aliluya's right hand for the reward, thanks to Aliluya's right hand, the monthly pass of Ten Million Black Goats. The next world is about to come, but it seems a bit of a dying feeling... By the way, Amway, I recently found the 2001 Demon Hunter TV series thehexer at station B. If you are interested, you can check it out. There are subtitles translated by the barrage god, and the English subtitles are not difficult to understand. Although there is a gap with the original novel, it is still good in terms of the level of the magic TV series in 2001.

Chapter 63—A Place of Hospitality

The Nilfgaard Empire’s aggressive offensive ended at Sutton Hill.

The news seemed to be swept by the sea breeze blowing from the Cursed Sea. Within a few days, from the Dragon Mountains in the far north to Vikvaro at the southern end, from Skellige to the Serika Desert, this gust of wind Blowing through every corner of the entire land, whether it is the upper town of Novigrad or the slum of Tritog, or the gathering place of dwarves of Mahakam and the free elves of the Blue Mountains, there is no news of the defeat of the men in black. No one knows. Even in the remote mountainous area where Zelin is located, the sea breeze has not let go of this collapsed little castle.

In the past few days, the ruined castle has gained some popularity. Old Ayres and his six lads cleared out the residential area on the second floor of the castle. The repair work cannot be done overnight. It is just that all the holes in the main building of the castle are blocked. The above is enough for these dwarves to work for half a month. During this period, the dwarves need to live, so Zelin is happy to give them the right to use the castle temporarily.

After all, for some work related to the living environment, the demon hunters are not as professional as the dwarves, such as cleaning the piles of long-rotten debris in the basement, and tidying up the bottles on the second and third floors that have been stained gray by dust. Bottles and cans, judge where the wall is on the verge of collapse. In addition, the top of the castle has completely collapsed. Standing on the stairs from the second floor to the third floor, Zelin can clearly see the stars shining in the sky. All kinds of hay were spread on the third floor to prevent a heavy rain from completely eroding the wooden boards between the second and third floors during the maintenance of the castle.

The moon is scarce, and the black magpie flies south. At this time, there was only Zelin in the castle. Ayers and the others should stay in the floating port at this time, ready to receive the first batch of building materials. The dwarves came to the castle the next day to go to the nearest town floating port to purchase construction materials. They only brought some rare materials in their carriages, and the demand for polished square stones, clay, and solid wood was huge. For things that are difficult to transport over long distances, Ayres decided to try his luck at the floating port. There are many merchant ships on the Ponta River, and many of them transport wood and stone. As long as the price is reasonable, the captains are absolutely willing to fill the empty cabins with wood and stones when returning from the bottom. As a result, the ship's draught is too deep, and it is easy to run aground when encountering shallows, but those experienced helmsman know how to deal with the problem, and then win the competition by lowering the price.

Zelin held the water-soaked brush, supported the back of the rapeseed with one hand, and washed the dust from the horse's mane with the other. The mare lowered her head and ate her fodder. It seemed that Zelin's cleaning made her feel uncomfortable, and she shook her head to express dissatisfaction from time to time.

"Be quiet, Rape" Zelin said to himself. "You can't follow me for a while, and you don't want to wait for me to turn into a dusty statue when I come back. Well, Ayers and the others these days I will live here. I ask them to take care of you. Remember, like a good boy, don’t lift your foot and kick their foreheads when they help you change the forage." Although you know that **** does not understand what you are talking about, but Ze Lin still talked habitually.

I don't know how Altria's war was, whether she won like the Northern Alliance Army or was defeated like the Nilfgaard Empire.

Three years...Three years...It's a long time...

Ze Lin suddenly felt such emotions.

As for the battle of Sutton Hill, Zelin got a lot of news from Ayers. In the past few days, the demon hunters and the dwarves also went to the floating port. Various versions, but generally the same.

With the help of the warlocks, King Foltest commanded the Northern Allied Forces to launch a powerful counterattack, which completely defeated the men in black in World War I. However, there are many controversies here. The Redanians said that they must be their wise King Vezmir who led the soldiers to attack, and the Adenians vowed that the person who can lead the army must be the powerful King Demawi, but As far as the voice is concerned, the Kovind people called the loudest. They said that only the shrewd King Henset could lead the army to defeat the men in black. Of course, the Leiria-Livians will pull your sleeves and swear to you that they see the beautiful Queen Mayvi standing at the forefront of the army like the goddess Meritelli, inspiring all northerners as noble The knights fought for honor, as if they had actually seen it while standing on Sutton Hill.

But what Zelin cared more about was that some sneaky person found him in the dark one night.

Of course it was not asking him if he wanted to buy.

And Zelin doesn't need to buy some porcelain plates, he doesn't lack daily necessities, maybe he will consider buying some plates when he really recruits children who are willing to become demon hunters. After all these years, some families have many children, and whenever disasters are encountered, these parents will find that they can no longer support these children, and at this time, unscrupulous people will send their children to human traffickers. In their hands, some parents who can't bear to abandon their children but are helpless will find demon hunters, hoping that demon hunters can teach their children a skill. In the eyes of these parents, even if the child becomes a mutant, he is also his own child.

It's just that this was all before Kyle Mohan was slaughtered. Times have changed, and whether these past stories will appear again, Zelin has no idea. He hopes that these stories have not yet become legends.

The sneaky man just stuffed him with a pamphlet printed on papyrus—the propaganda brought by the Nilfgaards.

The empires stated that the reason for this war was entirely the responsibility of Tamoria's special forces-the blue-clad iron guard. There are documents showing that Tamoria was trying to seize the land and rule of Sintra, and that the peace-loving empire Such an imbalance of power was absolutely not allowed, so the Imperial Army went to Sintra to establish order there in order to reverse the destruction of Tamoria and maintain peace. It is a pity that the northern countries are as barbaric and short-sighted as before. They abandoned rational negotiation and chose war and committed unforgivable crimes. In the end, the imperial army had to punish the northerners during the Battle of Manada and Sintra. The great and benevolent His Majesty Enhill Enris wrote to the Sintra court to express his sympathy, and hoped that this nightmare would not happen again.

"People like to dress themselves brightly, right?"

Zelin threw the brush back into the bucket, walked to the door of the stables, bent down and picked up the package on the ground. There were many things he had picked in advance, stuffed with all kinds of potions, sword oil, and fried. Medicine, and almost half of the package of food, just like I considered before, this time there won’t be another knight king to help him. Francesca said before that the portal might bring him back to the familiar Place, or go to a completely unfamiliar place. If he walks through the portal and finds that the opposite world is a place completely unsuitable for living creatures, then he will come back as soon as possible before the environment kills him. If there are other intelligent creatures, try to ensure that the portal will not be discovered.

This means that Zelin may see Altria again, or meet a group of hospitable people. The former is naturally the best result. He can spend a leisurely month in the hospitality of the Knight King girl, while the latter...

Zelin lit up the weight of the package, which was heavy. The package was transformed by him like a horse backpack, which can be put on your shoulders. Through the linen cloth, the hunter can smell the dried salted fish, dried salted fish and bacon, the least prone to rot, and enough Water, beer and dwarf spirits, these things should be enough for him to survive alone.

Feeling the slight vibration of the emblem on his chest, Zelin sighed slightly, raised his head and looked at the huge outline of the castle under the moonlight, and the bright full moon hung in the sky. He stretched his hand into the belt tied to his chest and adjusted the position of the two long swords behind him. Maybe he can give up the things here, become an ordinary demon hunter, and then die in an unknown cave. Although the times are changing, some things will eventually be abandoned, just like a notice that has long since disappeared from human society. Preacher, but Zelin is absolutely unwilling to let the Griffin School's learning stop... at least not in his hands. It's a pity that I haven't heard from George during this time, and Zelin can only hope in his heart that he is safe and sound.

The surrounding environment was changing. Rape raised his head, just glanced at it, then lowered his head and continued to chew the forage. Zelin wondered how much more could make this mare panic when he saw it so much. Looking at the gradually active portal in the courtyard, the demon hunter whistled like a greeting to an old friend.

"Helloworld"

Thanks to Achin, the companion of time, and Turuntsov for the reward, and thank the suspicious Federal pilot for the reward. The second update is in the code, but depending on the time, it is estimated that there is no way to finish writing before the power outage...It should be sent out at noon tomorrow _(:зゝ∠)_; As for the next world, um! Yes, the hospitable people of Yanan welcome you

Chapter 64 Yanan Welcomes You

The small town in the evening sunlight is extremely quiet.

The other end of the portal is inside a small building made of exotic materials. The overall color of the building was dark gray. When Zelin walked out of the portal and sat on the ground to recover his strength and energy, he carefully observed the walls of the building. At first glance, it seems to be no different from the clay in his world, but a closer inspection will reveal that these clays are mixed with gravel. The demon hunter has never seen any craftsman who mixes gravel with the best clay. Perhaps This world has technologies that he doesn't understand, but Zelin couldn't help sighing when compared to knowing architectural technology.

This also means that there are intelligent creatures in this world.

Feeling the cold hoarfrost on the ground, Ze Lin leaned against a low stone pillar and looked at his surroundings.

Judging from the layout of the building, it seems to be a small church here. It occupies a small area, and it only takes more than 20 steps to go from one end to the other by visual inspection. There is a round stone platform with four steps in the center of the chapel. Zelin is located on the left side of the stone platform. There are four fences around the edge of the stone platform just to enclose the platform, and there is enough space between each fence. To leave the channel. If this is really a church, then this stone platform must be the preaching platform of the church pastor.

"This is not a good thing..."

Zelin shook his head and pulled the cloth bag that had fallen nearby to his side. No matter where it is, unless it is an abandoned place, the church will never lack believers who come to pray. Perhaps because of time issues, Zelin did not see any creatures other than him here, but it will not be long. There will definitely be a lot of people here, Zelin must leave as soon as possible, by the way, clean up anything that may cause suspicion, and let himself behave like a local, at least not a weird person who attracts many unnecessary eyes

Zelin stood up and patted the dust on his body. The few hoarfrost on the ground caused some strangeness at best, but no one knew what happened. The demon hunter looked around. There were many porcelains on the floor of the church. These ceramic tubes of different heights and lengths were piled up next to the walls of the church. Many jars were placed on candles that had not burned out. . Zelin speculated what rituals were used here. White candles are often related to religious ceremonies. For example, many candles are often lit day and night in the temple of the goddess Meritelli.

In addition, there are many statues in the church, but they don't look like statues of gods enshrined in the church. Generally speaking, the idol will be placed in the most conspicuous position. For example, every time you go to the Meritelli Temple near Vizima, Zelin can see the goddess in the temple as soon as he walks in the door. But there seems to be something different here. The statues in the church are almost all women in long robes, some with hands on their chests and bowing down, as if praying for something, and some statues holding them up high with open hands, looking up at the sky, As if complimenting something.

Praise the sun? Or praise the moon?

Shaking his head, Zelin bent down, holding a cloth bag in one hand, and reaching in to find something with the other hand. He quickly took out a leather belt from it. I saw one or two small packages tied to the belt, and the sound of the glass bottles colliding with each other could be heard through the package. This was the potion bag he used in battle. After roughly checking that the bottle containing the potion decoction was not broken, Zelin tied the belt around his waist and then covered it with the hem of his jacket to prevent others from seeing it.

The statues are all human-like, which is a good thing, as if the gods worshipped by humans will look like humans, the statues of sages worshiped by elves are elves-like. Zelin has never seen a group of dwarf statues enshrined in a human temple. . If the residents of this world, or the residents of this small town, are all human beings, Zelin's life in the next month will be much easier. Otherwise, a human-like creature stays in a group of tree spirits or night monsters, and it’s hard not to attract other attention.

At this time, Zelin is not like last time. There is a girl who wants to be an apprentice very much. What he has to do now is only the task assigned to him by the Warlock Order-look at the portal, don’t let other people in this world Notice, and then wait for the next time the portal opens to return, nothing more.

Fasten the cloth pocket again and hang it on your shoulders. There was a pungent scent of incense in the church, and Zelin wanted to leave here as soon as possible and take a breath of fresh air outside. This time the portal is a bit strange. When he passed through the portal with Altria last time, he expended more physical strength, as if after a long distance race, plus he had to hunt wildly with that one. It's normal for dogs to fight and feel tired. But this time I didn't feel so tired physically, but very tired mentally.

Unfortunately, there is no beef jerky. Beef is very helpful for restoring energy, but it is very expensive and rare. After all, a very important helper in farming cattle, sometimes the farmer’s wife gets sick, and he will let him drink more water and rest. But if the cow in the village is sick, the village elder will take the coins and a few young people to find a witch doctor nearby, solemnly request the witch doctor to heal the cattle, and then take care of them more meticulously than caring for their loved ones. It's until the cattle recover their health and strength to work on the ground again. So Zelin naturally didn't buy beef in the few days he was preparing.

Maybe after going back, you need to ask the wizard mage what is going on.

The main entrance of the church was on the other side of the stone platform, and Zelin walked up to the stone platform while using a cloth bag to slightly cover the long sword behind him. If people outside see strangers walking out of their church with weapons, it is likely to cause unnecessary panic. Maybe you should consider wrapping the two long swords with cloth strips. If he is not attracted to fighting, dressing himself up as an inconspicuous person can avoid unnecessary trouble.

"Hmm... Hunter..."

Suddenly, Zelin was surprised by the sound coming from the ceramic jars.

There are people here... that is to say, someone saw the portal and Zelin walked out of it just now...

Damn it! This is not good!

Looking at the source of the sound, Zelin finally understood why he hadn't noticed that there were other people here just now. A man in a shabby red robe was lying in a pile of ceramic jars. The surrounding porcelain jars were high enough to cover his figure. The whole church had only three arched windows at the top. The lighting was not good. The stone platform in the distance just blocked Zelin's sight. In addition, there was such a big movement at the portal, but no one came to check the situation. The demon hunter subconsciously believed that there was no one nearby, which caused him to ignore lying here. The red dress... witch?

Although he shouldn't make such a mistake...Is it because he is too tired...

The witch's arm was very long, and Zelin's visual observation was at least one meter longer, perhaps longer. There seems to be no trace of muscle or fat under the wrinkled skin, sticking to the bones like dead leaves, and the arm joints are too thick, making her whole arm not look like a human arm, but made of two pieces of wood. The strips are spliced ​​together. She was a little hunchback, lying face to face all the time, and with the large cloak, Zelin couldn't see the witch's face...maybe it would be better if she couldn't see it.