The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"As you can see, gold is not that important to me anymore."

"A home?"

Zelin frowned slightly, then nodded. He doesn't know how to say it, but it seems that it is correct to use this word to describe it. "Yes, a home."

The word is still a bit strange to him, unbelievable, a home, for the demon hunter, is simply impossible to expect. A few decades ago, if someone told him that you would have a home and a castle in the future, and talk and laugh with other noble kings, he would definitely think that the man was crazy, and the third-rate fortune-teller would at least make sense to deceive others. Well-founded, not whimsical.

"What about you, Ezio?" Zelin knew that Ezio had a lover in the past, Mrs. Catalina, but she had died of pneumonia. During the days in Rome, none of the topics Claudia talked about mentioned that she had a sister-in-law. "Master Assassin, the leader of the Brotherhood, the mentor behind the scenes, maybe another title should be added? If I remember correctly, you have passed fifty years, right."

"No one can resist time, my friend. You can't, and neither can I."

"None of us, so we have to cherish the time before us, right?"

"I can't agree more."

Ezio was a little sad. Suddenly, Zelin realized that he had never really understood the past of this mentor who worked hard for the Brotherhood. What kind of person was he before Monteriggioni was destroyed? In the first forty years of his life, what kind of changes did he encounter before he became a master assassin.

"I once had a home."

Ezio said suddenly, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"I once had a family, a complete family, father, mother, brother, sister, and me, as well as the servants in the family like family members. I always thought that all of this is born, and everyone will have it. , I never thought it was a precious thing until I lost it. My father and brother were betrayed by a traitor in the fraternity and were arrested and executed. I was in pain and my head was full of revenge until I was in the Vatican. After I defeated Pope Roderick, I realized. Revenge is nothing. If something is lost, it will be lost forever."

"Christina, I let her down. I let her down. I didn’t know how to cherish when I had a family, but I was obsessed with revenge when love needed me. Christina, oh... I didn’t even get it in the end. Saved her in the hands of the mob. She waited for me for so long, and when I realized it, everything was irretrievable."

"Do you regret being an assassin?"

Ezio pursed his mouth, then shook his head, "No, how could I regret fighting for the only cause in my life."

Someone once asked, even he himself asked himself, Zelin, do you regret becoming a demon hunter? Maybe like Ezio, he understands this feeling of having to lose a lot of things after becoming something. He used to think he would never ask such words, because he knew that ‘if’ was the most meaningless word. But now, he found that he couldn't help thinking, if all this hadn't happened, what would it be like.

Have you become an old man who missed the past?

He shook his head and threw away such thoughts.

"We have all lost something, Ezio, maybe this can't be compared to what we have lost, but we can always make up for it elsewhere."

As if thinking of something, Zelin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and Ezio quickly emerged from his sad thoughts, perhaps too long has passed.

"Where did you make up for what you would lose?"

"Unexpected places, maybe in the wilderness, maybe in a boat, in a forest, in a hotel, or in a tavern on the side of the road. You never know when it will appear, but when it does, you will Understand, this is what you have been waiting for, and I didn't realize it until a few years after that happened."

"Unexpected place?"

"Yes, unexpected places, but also places that will inevitably appear."

Chapter 1271 The Brotherhood's Counterattack

They walked briskly on the streets of Constantinople, the city has already begun to move. The conflict between the Brotherhood of Assassins and the Knights Templar is no longer limited to attacks around the city and at night. The Assassins no longer hide, the Byzantines are tit-for-tat, and their patrols on the streets have doubled. They set up checkpoints on some streets and stared at every pedestrian with suspicion, as if they regarded this as their own city, as if they were convinced that as long as they looked away, people nearby would immediately take out daggers and stab them at them.

But the Brotherhood has its allies in the city. The Gypsies in the city stood with them. Ezio hired a few gypsy dancers, and easily attracted those who began to doubt them and wanted to come and check. Byzantines. Zelin was in a bit of trouble. Three women in patched clothes gathered around and yelled at him as they stretched out their hands and held them in front of him. Although they didn't understand what they were talking about, Zelin also looked at their expressions and looks. Can guess it. In order not to attract more attention, he had to take out a coin and throw it at them so that they could pester other pedestrians.

This world seems to have such people in every city.

Before Zelin and Ezio arrived at the racetrack stronghold, they saw thick smoke rising from the horizon. He and Ezio glanced at each other, and both saw the vigilance in each other's eyes. Assassins generally do not attack the stronghold with such a big fanfare, they want to seize the stronghold, not destroy it. Pedestrians nearby stopped and looked in the direction of the rising smoke. In the clear sky, thick black smoke is particularly conspicuous.

"What's going on there?"

"Fire? That's the direction of Hagia Sophia."

"It can't be a fire in the church, there should be guards there."

People kept coming into Zelin's ears with surprised talking. He squeezed through the crowd and quickly disappeared into the nearby dark alley. When he avoided his sight and climbed to the roof, Ezio was already standing on it, looking up into the distance. The noon sun is very dazzling, but the thick smoke in the distance is like an ink bottle that has been touched, casting a dazzling black mark on a delicate scroll. This exceeded their expectations. The Brotherhood’s strategy of besieging the stronghold was to assassinate the captain of the Templars, destroy their defenses and supplies, cause enough chaos, and then let the mercenaries go in in one fell swoop and take the largest at the least cost. Victory.

"Hurry up, let's go!"

In terms of speed, it is much faster on the roof than on the streets.

But it is also dangerous.

"People over there, stop!"

An Ottoman guard picked up a matchlock and aimed at the two people on the roof. Ezio threw a throwing knife, and the guard screamed, clutching his chest, slumped back straight, and rolled down the inclined eaves.

"Let's go, Yousef and the others are in trouble!"

Ezio ran two steps forward, leaping high on the edge of the eaves, and the hook sword in his hand steadily hooked the wire between the roof of the house. Accompanied by the harsh friction, the gray figure flew over Constantinople like a gliding eagle. Zelin followed closely, behind the thick smoke, the spire of the Ottoman Palace pierced the sky like a sharp blade. A team of Templars ran from the street below, Zelin took the bomb from his belt behind him, and threw it at the wood pile leaning on the side of the road. The log pile exploded, and there was a sharp scream from the flying sawdust. The falling logs blocked the entire passage. Zelin didn't look at it anymore, but continued to drive towards the racecourse.

"Here!"

"These Ottoman guards deliberately passed the Byzantines!"

The guards on the roof were trying to stop the assassins they had supported in the past, but the Ottomans who patrolled the streets turned a blind eye to the Byzantines who screamed and swaggered through the city.

The surrounding scenery quickly receded, and Zelin saw only the Ottoman soldier standing at the end of the zipline. The guard hadn't realized that someone was approaching him from above, and still looked around. When he was less than three meters away from the target, Zelin released the hook sword and let his inertia throw himself forward. Before the soldier could react, he was knocked to the ground by the demon hunter. Zelin grabbed the soldier's helmet and slammed it on the ground.

With a thump, the soldier fainted without saying a word.

He raised his head, and on the other side, Ezio also solved the enemy on his side.

Nodded, they didn't stop, the racetrack stronghold was right in front of them. Zelin jumped off the eaves, and the nearby street was empty, to be precise, not a pedestrian. Two heavily armored Templars are facing off with two other assassins.

Zelin raised his hand and made a gesture to Ezio, and the Assassin Instructor showed his thumb with comprehension.

Zelin solves the left, Ezio solves the right, and moves after four seconds.

"You smelly mice hiding in the sewers, I'm going to put them on the fire and roast them, and hang you in front of everyone!" The Templar with a scar on his left eye opened his mouth wide, showing his yellow teeth. "Run, you rubbish, run..."

His voice was stuck in his throat. Zelin grabbed his neck and twisted it sharply, and the Templar's eyes widened immediately, as if they were about to pop out of his eye sockets in the next moment. Before his comrade realized that his comrade had been killed, Ezio fell from the air, knocked him to the ground, slashed his throat with a Hidden Blade, and gave him a swift death.

"This guy should learn to brush his teeth."

Zelin showed a disgusted expression. He stood up and looked at the two assassins on the opposite side. They were stained with a lot of blood, and the blood stained a large area of ​​clothing. The bandage has been soaked. "Where is Yusuf?"

"Boss Youssef has taken the stronghold, but the Templars lit the house, and the boss sent us over to prevent Templars from other places from surrounding us."

Zelin immediately thought of the Byzantines who had been blocked by the roadblock from his bomb.

"Their reinforcements are coming from the east. They should come from this street."

Zelin didn't have a deep impression of this place, but the memory of the demon hunter still made him point out the general direction. Ezio thought about it slightly, and sighed lightly. He immediately understood why Zelin was so confident in telling the attacking path of the Templars. They are busy encircling and suppressing the assassins, and it is certainly impossible to slowly clear the roadblocks, but will choose to detour, and this is the nearest intersection.

"Go and tell Yousef, I'll take the other assassins to guard here." Ezio stretched out his finger and pointed to the ground. "They will be like in Galatia, with their noses and faces swollen. Since they choose to detour, we still have some time to make arrangements." He said to the other two assassins. "Let's get into action, brothers, summon all the nearby assassins. We want to surprise the Byzantines here."

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The smoke from the stronghold almost choked people out of breath.