The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"You have beautiful eyes." Zelin leaned slightly to the left. "But what do you see?" It's not a good choice to fight rashly. Besides, he didn't come here to fight people, or take advantage of the late night. Slit a few throats.

At this time, he noticed a round slate with a distinctive color from the ground. The vision of the demon hunter clearly saw under the circular stone slab, a subtle sound line spread along the ground to the machine gun and tied to the trigger of the machine gun.

Then he understood what it was for.

"How about traps, for example?"

Zelin stepped on it.

Chapter 537 The Old Hunter

Inside the cathedral, a controversy is going on.

"Your approach is wrong, Ludwig! How can you use such dangerous blood on fellow hunters in the church! We have already made mistakes, and we can't make mistakes again and again."

In the hall of the church, the hunter Brado is accusing another hunter. The hunter known as Ludwig is carrying a wide blade behind his back. He crosses his chest and sits in the cathedral without saying a word. On the inner bench, the lowered brim and high-collar shawl almost blocked his face, making outsiders unable to see his expression. But it can be clearly felt, the silence and indifference on this Ludwig.

As if disgusted by these endless accusations, Ludwig said coldly.

"You are a foreigner, Brad, you don't understand Yanan. Blood will give the hunters strength, and the glorious church hunters will face more unpredictable dangers and lose their strength. How can we talk about defending the church and Yanan. Besides, there is no evidence that the veterinary plague is related to blood."

But Brado on the side didn't appreciate it.

"I don't know Yanan, but I see the plague and people who have become beasts, who have become beasts on the surface, or beasts in their hearts. You just don't want to admit it, huh, just pretend to sleep."

"We are all colleagues, we should unite and we should not blame each other." A man with round-frame glasses on the side, who seemed to be in his thirties, persuaded him to reconcile. His clothes are also not native to Yanan, and some of the hunters are foreigners who have been recruited to come to Yanan.

"Mountain Village, it has nothing to do with you."

Unfortunately, reconciliation is impossible.

There are already many hunters here in the church. They are sitting in armchairs, or obviously sitting on one side. It seems that many people do not agree with Brado's point of view. In the following whispers, most of the talks are about the benefits of blood and the experience and pleasure of hunting.

"Well, there have been enough arguments." At the innermost position of the Cathedral of the Healing Church, a man in a black robe is sitting in an armchair, with one hand supporting his forehead and the other swinging. The workshop has recently developed a batch of new weapons. The veterinary plague is spreading. We need these weapons to deal with the veterinary plague, as well as blood, and recruit more hunters. The church is understaffed. Regarding blood, I will and German discusses..."

Lawrence was holding his forehead, and he seemed to be suffering from some kind of headache. In the side door of the cathedral, two priests entered the cathedral carrying some weapons. Seeing the appearance of these weapons, some hunters below saw the appearance of the weapons, and a whisper like a wave rolled over the benches.

"This must be something made by the dynamite bucket again."

"They always like to make cumbersome things, the hand cannon last time, few people can handle it."

"But the explosive hammers they made are not bad, ha, it's really pleasing to watch those monsters that were burned to death in the flames struggle."

However, compared with the distracted colleagues, this hunter named Brado does not intend to give up.

"Mr. Lawrence, this is wrong..."

"Brado, I thought you would come to the church with Maria. Where did she go? Why was she late?" Lawrence opened one eye and glanced at the bishop's pocket watch in his hand. Obviously, the bishop didn't want to go anymore. Talk about this topic.

"Sorry, I am late, Your Excellency."

The voice came from the door of the cathedral. A man holding an axe and guarding the cathedral opened the tall arch, and the huntress walked in from outside. She leaned slightly to Lawrence. "I saw an intruder who broke into the church quarter at no time." The hem of the windbreaker became ragged, and many large bullet holes tore the windbreaker. "He fled into Yanan, with good skill. , But a stranger."

"A foreigner, another foreigner."

Someone whispered below, causing Brado to stare dissatisfied. He is also a foreigner, as can be clearly seen from his clothes. However, the Yanan people don't like outsiders, and most of them don't like them.

"Leave him alone, Maria, the number of hunters is too small, you go to the clock tower, you understand the blood, to assist those scholars in research." Lawrence's voice paused, his lips tightened, unbearable The headache caused drops of sweat on his forehead. He looked very hot, although the temperature of Yanan at this time could be called cool.

"If the foreigner is a thief without a job, try to recruit him if he is good at it. We need more hunters." Lawrence's tone was a bit irritable. "There are no other problems, it's over. Pick your own weapon and hunt down." You will use it when

Hunters have a variety of weapons, and the ancient hunters have all kinds of trick weapons made for hunting. Not only the combination of gunpowder and machinery, but also the creation of certain ancient weapons, such as the combination of bows and arrows and blades.

The demon hunter is in trouble.

He confirmed it was a trouble.

After entering Yanan, he was entangled.

Zelin had seen the shadow that flashed in the corner of his eye more than once. Since he got rid of the huntress and entered Yanan below, it is not the first time he has encountered such a situation. If the monster in the Orton Chapel was an illusion caused by his exhaustion and exhaustion, this time, he can be sure that there is indeed a shadow around him.

There were not many residents of Yanan staying outside, far fewer than the monsters of Jiu Yanan in Zelin's impression. Most of them wore shabby civilian attire and a gray cap with frayed corners. For some reason, the people here looked gloomy.

As a foreigner, especially a foreigner who wears obviously different from ordinary people, it is difficult for him not to attract attention. Most residents avoid him, or hide in further places to observe in secret. It's just that from this kind of gaze, he can't do something without attracting attention, such as trying to use Alder to attack the figure, or try to see if the Yaxifahin works.

So he turned into the alley between the two tall buildings.

The buildings on both sides just blocked the sun, and the alleys looked gloomy. Some people piled up **** here. Several black crows were falling on the ground, falling beside the **** pile, motionless. As if aware of an unexpected guest, a crow raised its head and quacked several times at the demon hunter.

No one will come here, anyone who wants to inquire can only poke his head out of the alley, no one can escape the eyes of the demon hunter.

But Zelin is not the only human in the alley.

"Who are you, friend? I wish I could call you that."

This is a man standing in a corner with a small lamp on his waist. He is holding his forehead with one hand and covering his face. This man has a very low sense of existence. He is dressed like a beggar, with a circle of white cloth on his forehead. It’s no surprise to see such a person in an alley filled with rubbish. Had it not been for Zelin's eyes to notice this man sitting at the door of another building, he would not have noticed a beggar hiding in an alley waiting for the night in darkness.

"You are a hunter who is still awake, right? It seems that at some point, you have already taken the wrong path."

His voice is very magnetic, with a faint smile, "Well, we are more alike than you think. Friends? You can call me a friend. But how did you come here?" Zelin hasn't waited yet. In response, the man raised his hand, "No, don't tell me, whatever you hope to find here, listen to my advice and leave, you will soon see those aimless lost hunters, drooling like monsters, This is the end of those fools."

He paused and came to a conclusion.

"So don't be too confident and look back before it's time. Don't get lost here, time and time again."

"I don't think I will leave as soon as possible."

Zelin meant that the portal would not open so early and take him back. There is no one of his acquaintances here. Knowing how sinister Yanan is, he is unwilling to stay in such a dangerous place for too long. However, this beggar-like hunter seemed to be wrong.

A blade that looked like a bow and arrow hung from his waist, or it was a bow and arrow.

"Unless, you have some interest in nightmares?" The beggar let out a sneer, his face sank, his conversation turned, and his tone was ridiculous. "People are always pursuing the unknown blindly. What do you want to find? A stranger?" The beggar looked at the demon hunter.

After all, he disappeared, as if he had never existed.

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ps: After thinking about it, it’s not easy to cut, so it’s a three-in-two

Chapter 538 Shadow

The beggar disappeared.

It really disappeared.

This is not an illusion, it is not an illusion. Illusions and illusions will not stand in front of you and talk to you peacefully. Perhaps the monster on Orton Chapel can be regarded as an illusion, but that beggar is not the self-talking in the brain of a demon hunter. He was persuading Zelin to leave and called him a sober hunter. If it was in Yanan, he had heard similar names. Crow hunter Irene, she used to call herself a sober hunter, one of the few people who realized the existence of dreams and found that the time was wrong.

Is that beggar a colleague of Irene? Zelin remembered the crow hunter mentioned a few names, but unfortunately, he didn't remember it clearly.