The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The person above looked down with a torch, Zelin's eyes were hidden under the edge of his hood.

"Open the gates! It's the royal messenger!"

Chapter 650 Killer 47

There are a lot of anti-magic metals in the castle. The statues and decorations carved from Dimojin can effectively isolate the chaotic energy near the castle. The effect of the Yaxifah Seal would definitely be affected. Zelin tightened his mouth slightly as he urged the horse to pass through the city gate. Although the demon hunter is not as resistant to anti-magical metals as the mage, these metals will not make him feel very comfortable. But this will not affect his swordsmanship, after all, he is still a demon hunter, not a mage.

There are not many knights in the castle courtyard, only some conscripts who have been recruited. Zelin squinted his eyes and looked at several rooms with many people. Most of the soldiers were still sleeping. It was three o'clock in the morning when they were sleeping very heavily, not to mention that these sentinels were drowsy. Looks like. The horseshoe stepped gently on the ground in the courtyard of the Knights' castle, Zelin was not in a hurry, nor did he appear nervous, which was nothing compared to stepping into the lair of the cannibal monster.

"What's the matter? Who is here, what are you shouting?"

A middle-aged knight wore his own big jacket, and he adjusted the felt hat on his head so that the hat did not block his vision. He looked at the courtyard and looked at "Why did you open the door?" He rubbed his eyes. "You guys." What are people doing?"

"It's the king's messenger, sir." A sentinel wearing a dark red quilted jacket said to the knight. The sentry's quilted jacket was all red and black. Even in the dark, Zelin could see that there were several stitches on it. "Yes. Royal messenger."

"Royal Messenger?" The White Rose Knight tightened Daao and walked out of the door. His pace is unstable, maybe because he drank last night. In such cold weather, a bottle of warm wine is definitely a good choice. But when the other party approached, Zelin noticed that not only the tip of his nose was flushed, but the corners of his mouth and jaw were also reddened like spots. This is what happens after taking anesthetic powder for a long time. "At this time? Where are you coming from?"

On the surrounding towers, several guards on duty poked their heads from the fence and looked down. In a boring night, this is a rare leisure time.

"South," Reso said buzzingly, "just came to the north."

"Assemble, the king's order is for you to go to the Fortress of Moen on the upper reaches of the Chote River to guard the land there, protect the city of Karias, and prevent the people in black from crossing the river." There is nothing wrong with Zelin's words, he I learned that the recent movement of the Temorian Legion was, of course, in Curdinger's employment expenses. The information provided by the lawyer can make his words sound like a messenger, rather than a pretender who stammers and doesn't know what to say.

"We need time to gather." The knight murmured. "Please tell your majesty. May the white lily's banner hang on the land of Tamoria forever. We are working hard to gather. Please tell your majesty our difficulties. The soldiers are gathering and it will take some time, and then we will provide your Majesty with an army that can fight against the man in black and bring him victory."

No one dares to pretend to be a royal messenger, because it is a death sentence, and will be wanted in the entire northern border, because the royal messenger is not only responsible for passing the king's orders to all parts of the country, but also responsible for conveying the oral messages that cannot be written on the letter. To other kings.

Zelin held the letter paper in his hand. There was a white lily forged by Curdinger on it. Of course, it was just similar in appearance, but in the dark, it was enough.

"There are a lot of conscripts in this fortress." Zelin looked around the surrounding city walls. "The frontline warfare is tight. Everyone, immediately gather nearby. Baron Anselm Aubrey’s troops are camping nearby. All the conscripts report to his barracks, right away, right away! You have been delayed for too long! You have been delayed for too long! Your Majesty the King is very angry. As soon as possible, let all the conscripts who can assemble and set off. ."

The letter left by the lawyer at the contact point details any troops in Aland that are marching on the front line. The conscripts of most local nobles, those barons and earls brought the soldiers and knights gathered in their fiefs to advance to the front. As for the cities and barons directly under the king of Tamoria, the people who were conscripted there have long been fighting with each other. The man in black has been fighting for almost a month.

"Baron Aubrey? I thought it was to report to Lord Daniel, Earl of Garamone?" The knight asked suddenly, "Or Governor Bronib?"

"You must be faint." There was no emotion in Zelin's voice. "Count Garamoni is in Maena." He recalled the information in the letter. Lawyer, no one knows how many lines Curdinger has, just like no one knows how to count the lines of a spider web, but he must play this game very well, a game of power, dangerous but easy to let What people are addicted to "Governor Bronib is training new volunteers in Vizima. What else do you have to say?"

"No, no more, messenger."

The knight waved his hand and motioned to the conscript on the castle wall to come down, "Go and wake up the sleeping farmers, let them take their weapons and gather on the open space outside the castle, hurry up." After that, he turned to Zelin again. He smiled flatteringly, "Excuse me, we will let everyone who can pick up weapons serve His Majesty the King. When the Knights are completely assembled, the elite soldiers and knights will help His Majesty destroy his enemies."

Suddenly, there were a lot of footsteps in the castle. People who were suddenly awakened muttered, cursed, or sneeze when the cold wind was blowing. They took torches and started to run on the large open space outside the castle. Rub your hands together to prevent yourself from catching a bad cold the next morning. Someone opened the armory and took out the scattered spears inside. The well-crafted armors and swords were transported to the floating port. Now there are only some wooden spears and cotton-padded clothes inlaid with iron pieces.

After the knight finished speaking, he ran towards the largest building in the castle.

Retarded strategy. That knight must have gone to the knight commander of the order

Zelin urged the horse to walk slowly to a wall stacked with spears, and picked up one of them. He didn't look at the recruited farmers who filed out in twos and threes, and they still haven't figured out what happened.

Sure enough, after a while, a few well-dressed knights came over. There were about thirty knights in the castle. They were dressed in neat armor and equipped with weapons. Walked straight towards the demon hunter riding on the horse. This is the commander and knight commander of the White Rose Knights.

Zelin glanced at Resso calmly, and the latter would look clear. They waited until these knights and knight merchants and commanders came over.

The 651st chapter surprise attack

"Royal messenger, say your names."

The little knight, his clothes are obviously different from the others. Zelin saw that the man who saw him had run out of the main tower and ran to the long house on the side of the courtyard. The conscripts will certainly not live in the same place as the combat knights of the Knights, and the Knights of the White Rose will not be assured that these farmers who were still wielding a **** a month ago will protect the headquarters castle.

Zelin did not speak, nor did Resso.

"I want to see the royal coat of arms, where is it?"

At the door of the long house where the knights lived, some knights were putting on armor and clothes as they walked out, putting their chain mail on the lining of the cotton-padded clothes. These knights obviously got some news. They all carried knight swords around their waists. Someone walked to the stables and untied the reins of the horses.

The messenger does not carry letter paper most of the time. Most of the messages passed between the kings are not letters, but oral messages. Even if the messenger is killed halfway, the secrets will not be leaked out. So they need something that can prove their identity.

Zelin still did not speak, he pulled the reins, and the horses neighed slightly.

The leader of the knights, the demon hunter knew him, this did not need to be investigated by Curdin, Frette, was the name. Zelin was not interested in knowing what kind of person he was in the past, or what he did after becoming the commander of the Knights. It doesn't make much sense.

There was a strip on Knight Fret's face that spread from his chin to the top of his forehead. His hair was shaved, and it must be because of the injury. The left ear was also injured. There always seems to be a lingering hostility on his face. He is very suitable to be a regimental leader. It can very well intimidate those who plot badly or put more pressure on the opponent at the negotiating table. . The goatee on the chin made the hostility a little more cunning.

The horses kicked on the ground, Zelin heard the knights coming out looking here, the conscripts came out from the courtyard or the tower, and gathered outside the castle. A knight walked up to the gate and lifted the gate. The winch is fixed. The number of conscripts below is not large, they walked through the gate in twos and threes, still talking to each other in low voices, guessing what happened. These farmers were still farming at home not long ago, and then they were recruited to the castle. Now they are gathering in the middle of the night. It is inevitable that they will make them guess whether the men in black have come over, or whether the front line has been defeated.

"What's your name, messenger?! Why don't you speak?"

The knight leader took two steps forward, he raised the torch, and the pale golden eyes of the demon hunter shone like polished jade under the firelight.

"I think you know the reason." Zelin said coldly.

Suddenly, just for a moment, the cold light cut through the air.

Zelin twisted his body on horseback, and threw the spear in his hand like a javelin in the direction of the city gate behind him. The spear crossed a parabola, and it happened to be stuck on the knight holding a crossbow on the wall. The knight screamed, and the crossbow slipped from his hand and hit the ground with a clatter. Without the protection of the chain mail, the spear pierced directly into his abdomen. He clutched the handle of the spear and knelt on the ground.

Resso on the side began to act when Zelin's voice fell. The huge viper school demon hunter rounded his arms, and threw the glass bottle filled with light blue potion towards the longhouse where the knight was. Past. The glass bottle was tumbling in the air. The glass bottle disappeared beyond the place where the torch could illuminate it. No one noticed what Reso threw out. While throwing the bomb out with his left hand, Reso's short sword in his right hand swung at the position of the knight leader.

Frette's reaction was faster than other knights. He pulled a fellow knight on the side and pushed forward to the demon hunter's horse. The sharp viper sword cut off the lock on the chain mail, and the knight looked at him in disbelief. The opened chest and the clothes that were instantly dyed red fell to the ground feebly, holding his chest with both hands in a futile attempt to stop the blood from gushing out of the body, but it didn't help.

The castle courtyard was instantly enveloped by the sound of sword blades being unsheathed, and the knights drew their swords one after another and rushed towards them. They took a few steps, but then, the sound of glass breaking seemed to freeze time. Zelin knew what had happened, and Resso knew, but the knights didn't know, and they rushed towards the demon hunters. Zelin got off his horse and rolled over to hide in the shanty piled with wood. When he got off the horse, he didn't forget to beat the horses. The frightened horses neighed and rushed out.

A burst of cold air blew over Zelin's head, and he held the creaking wood pile. The north wind bomb did not explode, like the quietest **** of death, reaping life in silence. The sudden drop in temperature caused the surrounding air to shrink toward the explosion, but then it began to burst outward. Compared with the temperature of the north wind, the coldest days of winter seem so warm, and the strongest ice in the far north looks pale in comparison with this temperature.

It's just two seconds, but it seems like a long time has passed. Zelin lay down on the ground and climbed up with his hands on the edge of the wooden shed. He felt the ice **** deeply embedded in the wood. Looking up, I saw that the long house where the knight lived had changed. The whole building made of red bricks turned into an exquisite ice sculpture artwork. The white rose knight outside the house was still running, or was Pulling the knight's sword out of his waist, some people turned around and were about to run to the stables to ride a horse, and some people seemed to be pushed by the airflow bursting from behind. They looked like they were about to fall, and they stretched out their hands to maintain Balance. Their expressions and movements were frozen at that moment, and the nearby torches were extinguished, and only the bright moonlight shone on the ice sculpture, reflecting a strange and beautiful light.

Resso pushed away the knight he had grabbed and used it as a meat shield, and slashed the frozen purple knight's neck with a sword.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew. The ice sculpture leaping forward made a harsh sound, and he began to fall. With this sound, the ice sculptures in the courtyard began to collapse, and countless cracks appeared on it. Then, these frozen knights disappeared, leaving only the ice **** that was broken in place.

"Intruder!"

The militiamen who were gathering at the gate of the city were suddenly in chaos, and the two knights who were commanding them drew out their swords and ran towards the castle. Zelin glanced at them and threw the bomb in his hand at the gate of the city. He didn't look at the scene when the North Wind bomb exploded, but turned around and faced a group of knights who had their legs in front of the castle tower.

Behind, the extremely cold ice turned the city gate into an insurmountable danger. After the explosion, the noise at the gate of the castle immediately quieted down.

Chapter 652 Opening of the Play

"It's time to start attacking!"

On the mountain road of Mahakam, I don't know what has never happened in many years. A fully armed team composed of humans is marching along the road towards the valley. Since the rule of Mahakam by the dwarven dominion recognized by the nations, no army other than the dwarves can pass through Mahakam peacefully. Today, this team carrying the banner of Eternal Fire is marching quickly.

"The light of the eternal fire will bless you from evil and witchcraft. You are fighting for people threatened by mutants and monsters. You are fighting for the cause and future of mankind!" The missionary stood on the road outside the floating port, watching the marching team, and kept shouting, "Don’t worry about setbacks, under the blessing of the eternal fire, you are all invincible warriors and messengers of spreading flames." It is the spring breeze that drives away the cold winter and the warrior who wipes out the darkness. The gods are looking after you. Don’t be afraid of the darkness. The flames will continue to shine on the roads of good people and protect them from the shadows.”

The missionary walked back and forth, with an unstoppable smile on his face. Such a powerful soldier, the most powerful military force assembled by the knights. The combat power of these professional soldiers is no less than that of all the soldiers that an earl can conscript. He can almost see the next development, and the soldiers will easily destroy them. The lair of mutants, without mutants, the doctrine of the eternal fire can spread unimpeded in the Pontal Valley. He will become a hero in the church, and maybe he can still enjoy the best treatment and treatment.

The burns on my body were aching, and the humid environment of the floating harbor made these wounds worse. The missionary stepped back, cursing in a low voice the witch who caused him to be burned. He would arrest the witch, ask her to confess all the evil deeds, then confess the remaining accomplices, and finally burn them to death on the square!

"Priest, the remaining burn ointment is in a box in the camp."