The Journey of the Demon Hunter

He yelled twice, and his groping movement gradually slowed down-he suddenly realized that he was not injured. Then, the sound of falling into the water attracted his attention. Spread over the water.

Zelin blew the still-smoke barrel and put the pistol back to his waist. There was another sound of falling into the water in the distance, and the pockmarked soldiers jumped into the water, swimming outside with both hands and feet.

The demon hunter didn't care about him. The two wooden boats floated towards the entrance of the cave under the action of the current. He felt like he had just ran three kilometers, but it was worth it. The enemy almost threw away all the wooden boxes with sculptures, but at this distance, he could see another wooden boat with the last A box, the lid of the box was opened, as if to be stopped before being thrown out. Under the flaming sun, the old bust was lying peacefully in a wooden box covered with straw, swaying slightly with the ship.

"I am still wondering why anyone would use such a low-level weapon."

This sound made the muscles of the demon hunter's body tense in an instant, and the ebony blade leaped into his hand in the blink of an eye. The speed made people think that the sword was already in his hand.

But some people are faster.

A figure in an azure robe is already standing on the canoe in front of him. He wears a hood, showing his sharp chin, and his lips that are tight in a line.

"I hope the meeting will not be in this bad place, but it is hard to change." His lips moved slightly, and the Griffin badge buzzed on his chest. "Hello... Demon Hunter."

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ps: Today, I was suddenly notified by the editor that I was going to be on fire.

Ah, in vain, I am very loyal, and I can learn from the world of loyalty to the regiment.

Some people say that teacher Ze has many female friends, which is impossible. Do the math, the people of blood, the dark soul, the sky, and the local people do not add up to more than 20. I have met many female classmates before school. I want to sit down and add firewood and oil under me. The number of girls in QQ WeChat contacts far exceeds this number.

I thought about it, and I decided to call my home tomorrow and ask if there is a single distant cousin who is more than three generations in my hometown to introduce me. Also, this little flame wants to burn me too? Does not exist! I'll go back to my hometown after writing this line

Chapter 1312: The Sage

"The experience of traveling through the world is unforgettable." The blue-robed man spread his hands. "Even if we are accustomed to walking in different worlds and descending on different dimensions, travel between the worlds can never be replaced by the feeling of visiting relatives in neighboring cities. We are about to forget the skills that survived when the race was on the verge of extinction, but we will When we come back, we will find everything that once belonged to us. The Prophet Iselina had already predicted the ups and downs in it."

Zelin focused on the man in front of him. Under the brown-red hooded shawl, there was a blue sea-like notation robe. The shawl was inlaid with a thumb-sized sky sapphire on the chest, and the shawl robe was dark brown tight. For the shirt, the armguards with the annual ring pattern are sculpted with metallic luster in the morning sun, and the loose belt around the waist is sewn with a few packages, which is full of stuff, which just tightens the robe around the waist. In time, letting this kind of loose clothes look neat and capable on the man in front of him.

The sea was wavy, and in the distance, the exit of the fishing village of Cadopacia was billowing thick smoke, and the blue-robed man was indifferent to this.

There is no doubt that he is not a person in this world.

"If you can get out of there, you will know that I am actually a devout fatalist."

"I turned a blind eye to such obvious facts." The man in the blue robe lowered his head, as if admiring the sculpture lying among the piles of straw. "Who would deny that the sun will shine, there will be sunrise and sunset every day, and this ship can float on the water. Prophecy will know everything, your past, the prosperity and decline of your race, your world, the worlds of the void, The new one is dying. In your world where the rulers of the south and the north are fighting, the emperor of the south will defeat the king of the north, his army will bloodbath the north, and the country will be destroyed, but this is just inconspicuous in the long history. The waves."

"I don't care about this." Ze Lin pursed his mouth, but he still didn't let his guard down. "When a king dies, another will become a king. When a group of nobles die, the prestigious gentlemen in the country will move into the castle. As long as there are people, people will crowd and push forward."

"As for you..."

"I just don't want to fall during a stampede." He shrugged. "Who are you, Mage? I think you and I come from the same world, why are you here? I didn't hire a bard to come over and sing Iselina's prophetic poems."

"We were in the same world, and maybe we almost became neighbors." This man pressed his fingers with thicker knuckles to the brim of the hood compared to ordinary humans. "But you have become the neighbors of my distant relatives, a group of disgusting neighbours." The man took off his hood, and Zelin raised his eyebrows. This man had an inverted triangular face that matched his pointed chin, and he was deeply sunken. There are a pair of piercing eyes in the eye sockets, and the golden hair on his high forehead is neatly arranged, and two small braids are braided behind the left and right ears. But what is more noticeable is his sharp ears.

"Sit down." The elf sat cross-legged on his boat. He made a please gesture to Zelin. Zelin looked around, sighed lightly, and sat on his boat, looking at the elf across the water. "Are you hurt?"

"Maybe." Zelin rubbed the tip of his nose. "My heart is exhausted, and letting me analyze the situation at hand is as difficult as murdering my brain."

"Call me dragonfly."

"What?"

"The meaning of the name, Crevan Espane Apo Kaomhan Maha, the dragonfly is a symbol of my name, oh, of course you can use another more convenient name to call me——- Avalak. Are you not an artist? You will be killed in the city for a statue." The wizard-Arawak flicked his finger, and the boat board covered with muddy footprints and straw water stains became completely new in a blink of an eye. .

"Then after killing a person, I am sitting here and chatting with an elf in another world? Maybe I am actually a performance artist, but I haven't noticed it yet." Zelin is sure that he hasn't seen anything in his life for hundreds of years. An elf named Aravak or a similar pronunciation, but his instinct tells him that hands-on is not a wise choice. A mage who can travel through the world has at least conquered space and overcome the limitations of time. Wigwarts hadn't grasped this until his death.

"Performance artist, you're a maverick, a demon hunter. You stand by and want to keep your balance when people are pushing forward. Yes, maybe there are only a few left. You—these subspecies—just If it can be passed on, the tenacious vitality of the cockroach has its own advantage in the face of the threat of extinction." The elf narrated blankly. "Humans, at least a pair of very fertile men and women will survive, and for us elves, the prediction is already clear, those who follow the swallow will be spared. The swallow is a symbol of spring, the savior of the world, and opens the closed door. Hope is the only existence that can save us. It will bring about the rebirth of the world. Swallows are the descendants of the blood of the elders."

"Oh, now you have changed from a tavern poet to a teacher's lecture hall? I can hear you don't like to circle with me. To be honest, I don't like it either." Zelin reached out his hand. "I'm going to take the statue, and then leave. Then there is nothing to do with me. You are busy with yours, I am busy with mine, and we have nothing to do with each other, how about?"

Avalak took the statue out of the wooden box and gently stroked the straw on it. "You are chasing something you don't know."

"It sounds like you know it well? Why didn't the lecture hall continue?"

"Continue?" Avalak looked at the sculpture in his hand, frowning slightly in confusion. "Why continue and let me tell you what I know? Knowledge is a very important privilege, and privileges are only shared among equal status. Why do I, an elf, a sage, and an elite, meet Those who have only shared any knowledge from monkeys, mice, lizards and things that don’t know what races have evolved millions of years ago? And a race that only learned how to make simple tools with their fluffy hands after two million years. A member? They are suitable coolies. Simple minds are easily affected by magic control and lack of power, but spurs can make up for their lack of servant practices. Tell me, why do you want this, a subspecies of humans?"

He shook his head, as if all the previous words were talking to himself. "I know you don't like to listen to this. The facts always make people feel unpleasant, but they will never change because of personal preference."

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"And you came here across time and space to remind me that I am a subspecies with tenacious vitality like a cockroach? Well, thank you for sharing knowledge with me." Ze Lin said blankly.

The tone of the elf's voice has changed slightly. "You want this." He stared at the sculpture in his hand. For a moment, Zelin thought he would crush the statue or throw it into the water. When he was about to wait for the elf to **** the sculpture over, Avalak threw the sculpture out, crossed a parabola, and fell right in front of the demon hunter. Zelin reached out and caught it. "Now, you got it."

"Is this a deal?"

"Yes, you don't know me, but I know you." Arawak straightened up. "The swallow once inhabited your castle, but such a shabby old place is not suitable for her. First of all, she has nothing to do with you. She has more important things to do. I hope you will not be arrogant and think you can be in her Help her on the road. Secondly, she has entered the real road. Yanzi can take care of herself. What she needs now is not care, but guidance. Third, there is already a best person to guide her, and now the only one What is lacking is for Yanzi to come to someone who can guide him."

"So this is what you want to say?" Zelin narrowed his eyes slightly. "You, are you the Elf Elf?"

"It's obvious."

Swallow, Xili once said that those Ayn El elves called her, Jivi El, which means swallow.

"You did these strange things?"

"You have made no secret of the traces of your use of Chaos Magic. Your magic fluctuations are obvious. You cast spells across the world. I have Ain Sidi's elves to help you. You humans don't know how to cast spells."

Zelin tightened his lips. He did forget this. This kind of power is very strong. Although there is not much magic power left after passing it, there are only great mages like Francesca, or sages like Ida Emin. Who can do it. For a caster of the same level, it should not be so difficult to find these traces.

"So I controlled a few humans and asked them to take away the statue. I want to know who is looking for this magic item, and then you show up." The elf sage was motionless. "I thought it was a swallow. The unicorn taught her the skills to travel through the world. She is not in your world. I hope to find her in the world, but you can also travel through the world. Is it the tower? Ain Sidi The tower? Yes, their shuttle skills are different from ours, but Swift did not walk through the tower."

"You are a sage, shouldn't you know everything? You still need to ask me questions? You ask me." Zelin pointed at him, then pointed at himself. "Is it also in the prophecy?"

Arawak did not respond, he just stared at his palm, as if suddenly interested in the lines in his opponent's heart.

"Ain Sidi, they are too stubborn and conservative. They don’t know how to change. Some of them will look for this item. I’m surprised. Have they surrendered to mankind? After hundreds of years of fighting, accept Human canonization. Who can compare durian or sturgeon which tastes better? I don’t think the leader of Ain Heidi can make a real choice. He chose to bow to a mortal king, and then he found the crown before he looked up. People have changed their lives. Mortals have short lives. They are born in a hurry and die in a hurry. Maybe one or two people will explore new ways to make smoked fish. But what is the difference? But all of us do. You have to make a choice, so what is your choice, Demon Hunter, your head understands what I mean."

Arawak's eyes told Zelin that he would no longer discuss the issue of traveling through the world. If it was in normal times, he would be happy to think about whether he could make words from the strange elf, but now, he was not in that mood. The riots in Cardopacia can be heard here.

"You gave this sculpture to me and want me to bring Xili to you? I don't understand. I found this sculpture and took it in my hand. Then a wizard used spiritual magic to control several human beings and took the sculpture away from me. He snatched it from his hand, and now he uses what he snatched as a bargaining chip to make a deal with me." Zelin shook the bust in his hand. "It really is the logic of the elite, it is really hard for me to understand."

"Because this statue originally belonged to Ain El." Avalak was still expressionless, he was motionless like a statue. "Our investigators stayed in this world, and finally left. I have arrived in many worlds you have never heard of. This world, like several other worlds, will eventually be swallowed by their sun, so we will soon I left. Divided by the year of this world..."

Avalak paused suddenly.

"1511." Zelin remembers the year Ezio mentioned.

"The civilization of this world will end in 2012." Avalak shook his head slightly, which is a rare emotional action he made. "Everything has been predicted, and you, the demon hunter, what you do will change a lot. I know more than you. But this is not important. The millstone of prophecy is constantly turning, and the grain of destiny is constantly being Grind. Tell Yanzi that this is the way she should go. Eredin is an idiot. He doesn't understand this. He doesn't understand the ancient blood. Why not let someone who makes her walk more smoothly on the road of truth It’s so obvious to guide her, but someone always turns a blind eye."

There was a riot in the distance,

Zelin shook his head and put the sculpture back on the ship board.

"It's a pity that the humble subspecies in front of you is also blind." He said mockingly. He stood up and slapped the dust on his clothes. "Take your own sculpture. Some things are not things that can be traded, such as giving someone who has a good relationship with me to someone she doesn't want to see."

Zelin didn't know the specifics, but he didn't think Ain El Elf had any good ideas when he went to see Xili.