The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"I'm really surprised, why do you demon hunters use anti-magic metal?" When Zelin returned, Alexander was debugging the diamond-shaped crystals fixed on the metal brackets at the four corners of the ceremony venue.

"Because it is not only humans and elves that can use Chaos Magic, but also various monsters." Zelin stood in the middle of the ritual field. "What is this going to do?"

"Although I can monitor the entire wave of Willen’s magic, I need a focal point. You may not know it. This is like a spectacle lens. You need to aim at a point that is the clearest place, and then use this as the center to move around. It spreads, and the most fringe areas are the most blurred.” Alexander explained in an academic tone. "This is to mention Karl Rose Segden's "Surveillance Magic", the most important point of which is..."

"It's all right." Zelin interrupted the mage quickly before he began to talk about it. He waved his hand, "Just tell me what I want to do."

Alexander showed a disappointed look. "Stand in the middle of the ceremony, close your eyes, and imagine the central place you want to monitor. As for the rest, just leave it to me."

Zelin slowly closed his eyes, he needed to find a focal point. But where to look? He was not so familiar with Willen, and he began to filter every place he knew in his mind. Close to the southern border of Goss Willen? Or is it on the border with Novigrad? On the western coast, or the area close to Vizima, he doesn’t know where wild hunting will appear. Choosing a good surveillance spot has naturally become a very important thing. By choosing the right place, he can find the enemy as early as possible. .

"Why not find an intermediate point? The enemy will definitely surround the point of action nearby?" Maria's voice suddenly drifted into Zelin's ears. "Since you don't know the exact location, find a place where the hunter will definitely go. No matter how they appear, they will move to the target location."

The demon hunter quickly constructed the familiar place name in his mind, and soon he heard the reminder of the success of the Alexander ceremony.

Hang the tree of ghosts.

Chapter 1373 The Devil's Carnival

The swamp is always a gloomy and damp place, and the colored cloth and candles hanging in the branches and roadside statues add an extra strange feeling to this gloomy environment. The wind at night was very cold, and the wind blew through the forest to bring out screams, making it difficult to distinguish whether this was the howling of wolves or the wailing of lost demon spirits.

Since the first Nilfgaard-Northern War, various religious sects have sprung up from the northern lands like mushrooms after rain. Countless sect priests are talking about their gods that no one knows about. Come on stage and preach to people the doomsday doctrine.

Zelin once talked to Francesca about this matter. The sorcerer had her own opinion on this, that is, a powerful empire appeared in front of the struggling northern countries, which changed everyone’s perception and Living habits. In the past, the country will exist no matter what, and the king will always be those. No matter how many wars there are, the end result is that several blood-related families fight for the taxation power of one or two villages, and the control of several fortresses. The world will not Will change, the Tamorian or the Redanian, or there is no difference between the Kodwin and the Adenian.

Until the Nilfgaards appeared. The man in black swept like a wave, destroying everything on the road, and reshaped the world with the habits of the southerners—a custom that the northerners did not understand at all. So for many people, the end of the world is here, and the kings are unreliable. Therefore, many people find opportunities. The thieves, rogues, and rapists before suddenly changed into priests and began preaching and preaching. The doctrine caters to these panicked and helpless farmers and citizens.

As long as they have enough followers, they can gain the right to speak, and to gain the right to speak, they can gain social status. What follows is a steady stream of wealth and respect, which is exactly what those people desperately want. , And relying on normal means, they cannot get these things.

If it was at other times, Zelin might stop and pay attention when he saw the knots that were specially tied to the branches and connected into one piece. This is what a strange folk custom, but now, he is too lazy. Take another look. Besides, the demon hunters are now lodging in the tower in the middle of the lake, instead of running into the cold and uninhabited swamp in the middle of the night.

But in a sense, this swamp is not uninhabited.

"Mrs. Love, who controls everything, please listen to my request, please listen to my call. A distinguished guest is here."

This is kind of harsh, like a crude imitation of the lingua franca.

"Guest." I don't know where the voice came from, an enchanting but uncomfortable sharp voice. "Forgas, you must understand what the distinguished guest means, if you interrupt our rest because of some humble creatures..."

"I will never admit that I am wrong. It is the huge, strong one that grows like a skeleton outside of the body."

"This is really an unexpected surprise. We have to welcome the guests. We must not let the guests feel bored and bored. You do it in time, Fogas, you will be blessed with more food."

"This is my honour."

"Ha ha ha ha ha————-"

The strange sound gradually subsided, and the sound seemed to come from an oak tree. A huge shadow was mapped onto this tree, which was a low oak tree, not even as high as the shadow in front of it. But this figure, in any case, would not be regarded as a human by witnesses. The shadow reflected on the oak tree is a pentagonal shape, and as the figure stands up, the ground seems to be shaking slightly. This is not a human being, nor is it praying to human gods.

If the demon hunter is there, he will recognize it.

This is a Lin Jing.

After a certain celestial sphere meets, it is left in this world, a race with a certain degree of wisdom and magical energy. The number is so scarce that many people think that Lin Jing is just a creature in the story.

Lin Jing, a huge figure, slowly stood up, his fiery red skin reflecting a dazzling dim light from the surrounding candlelight. There are vines growing near the mountain road, but if you look up, you will find that this is not a real vine, but the root of a huge oak tree. The canopy of this giant oak tree spreads around like an umbrella cover, covering the entire mountain range with its shadow, while the oak vine pierced the mountain, firmly rooted here, pierced out of the stone gap, and returned to it. Go in the dirt.

Lin Jing, known as Fogas, stepped up the stone steps. On both sides of the mountain road, you can faintly see the traces left by manpower, abandoned tents and firewood stacked nearby. It's like a scene left unattended after a lively festival celebration.

The winding mountain road disappeared into the grotto. Lin Jing walked straight through the grotto. During this time, he stepped over one-meter stone steps, which made the Lin Jing spend a lot of effort. Compared with Lin Jing's huge body, its short and thick limbs looked extremely uncoordinated. This makes him look less like a creature walking on two legs, but like a ball that can roll on the ground. A master once said that if you encounter Lin Jing, try to climb to a place with a height difference of more than two meters, so that he will definitely not be able to climb. It's just that no one has personally verified the correctness of this sentence, because the powerful explosive power brought by Lin Jing's thick legs can guarantee that seeing them is the last scene in the eyes of those who accidentally bump into them and anger them.

When this Lin Jing climbed the hillside and walked along the steeper path to the top of the hill, there were faint laughter and laughter from the top of the hill from time to time.

A spacious sloping field on the top of the mountain is dotted with scattered green grasses. Although it is winter, the emerald green of this place has not faded. It is still standing here like midsummer. Pieces of bright and beautiful tulle spread on the ground, and on the tulle, there are one by one seductive, or mature and **** female night monsters, who lie lazily on the ground, or cuddling with each other, or just sitting up. , Showing his bumpy figure. Lin Jing walked between them, his gaze set in the middle of the slope, sitting on the seat formed by the vines entwined together. Everyone knows that no matter which female night monster is the most beautiful, they are not the protagonist here, there is only one real protagonist.

"Yi, Riles, sir."

Lin Jing imitated the elves' etiquette and bent down, but his fat body made him feel like a ball that had been forcibly folded from the middle. "Ladies, I will come to greet you soon."

With a heavy shield and two-handed hammers on his side, this sturdy elf leaned back on the seat lazily, spreading his limbs, enjoying the comfort and praise of the four female night monsters around him. He is still wearing a skeleton-like armor, which is a sign of wild hunting, just like what they wore when they invaded Apple Tree Island, with a skeleton shell wrapped in scarlet rags.

As if he hadn't heard Fogas's words, Irelius stretched out his finger and flicked it lightly. Lin Jing remained standing there until a female night demon slowly crawled over and poked her leg. When Lin Jing lowered her head and looked at her unknown, the female night demon stretched out her finger and pointed. The way off the hillside. No matter how stupid people are, they should understand what this means, and Lin Jing is no exception, but it hasn't left yet, the sound that lingered in his ears not long ago sounded again.

"Your Excellency Irylus, why did you come here suddenly? It really gave us a surprise."

Three women with only wisps on their bodies walked towards the Wild Hunt Elf together, one with golden curly hair, one wearing a headscarf, and the other wearing a blindfold. The other female night monsters saw them and lowered their bodies. , Crawling away cautiously. Iriles released the female night demon in her arms and leaned forward. Slightly squinted his eyes and looked at the three women approaching him.

"Three sisters, I am sure I can find happiness with you, am I not?"

Unlike the previous wild hunt, Iriles descended into this world with his real body. The blood of the elder in his body allows him to freely enter the world close to the planet where Ain El Elves are located without the guidance of a navigator. Although the power in his body is weak and mixed, it is enough for him to use teleportation and guide Hoarfrost to hit him by surprise when dealing with enemies. It's just that compared with these, he believes more in the tactics of defeating the enemy head-on, rather than those opportunistic magic.

Iriles opened his arms, and the three women twisted their bodies and sat in his arms.

"Is this an expedition, Your Excellency Eleres, you haven't been here for a long time, so we miss you very much." The blonde woman stroked Iriles' chest.

"It's Eredin’s plan. It has nothing to do with me. He has his ideas, but he has not yet reached the place where I need to work for him. Eredin thinks he has a good idea. I am here to see his plan and more. Important things, I think sisters know what I am going to do."

"Of course, Iriles, we are looking forward to your coming to us all the time. We are ready. The humans here are like ignorant reptiles. Drop a little sweet food and they will gather."

The three women smiled, clinging to Iriles. "Tomorrow, there will be a rally tomorrow, please enjoy it, we will prepare everything for you. How did you feel when you killed four humans last time? Do you want more this time? These humans are all inferior Creatures, they never doubt. You can kill as many as you want. They will bow down to you with gratitude outside and offer compliments. It just so happens that this oak tree also needs more blood to moisturize it. "

"I think it's not just oak trees that need to be moisturized, are they?"

The three women giggled, mingling with the laughter of the wild elves. But against the sound of the wind, it was like a group of ghosts howling harshly.

The first thousand three hundred and seventy-four chapters are just small talk

Maria, are you really bored?

Can we have a chat... what is your look? You said that you can understand how I feel, and you should understand how I feel now.

It’s said that a person expresses his emotions in words, passes them into another person’s ears, and then, after the brain’s analysis, becomes another person’s feelings, there will always be deviations during the period, just like a word has passed countless times. After going through it, a little error of one or two points may make the meaning of this sentence completely opposite.

Yes, I admit, I'm very curious about what it feels like, and I can directly experience a person's feelings. Is it neurology? Or is it the so-called soul contact? Just like necromantic spells, the soul of the caster can directly contact the soul of the deceased. I have encountered a similar situation before, the blue dream of Harmawi. A warlock hoped that I could find it through contact with the soul of the victim. Murderer. It was a long time ago, and if it wasn't for that **** crappy warlock that gave me a headache for three days, I would have forgotten it.

But the victim's soul won't come out, and tell me what it is for him to come into contact with my soul. Oh, I still remember that only half of the body was burned by the magic flame. Ah, don't be angry, I'm not comparing you to a corpse.

What? You said your body was in the metal coffin of the Star Clock Tower? Uh, if you agree, I can go back again.

Ok...

You are right.

The corpse should not be disturbed.

What did I just want to say? Yes, did you know? Six years ago, if someone told me that you would become a little famous demon hunter, you would see the king, be banned by the nobles, appear in the court of the Duke of the South, and have a hundred thousand krona coins, I must Will invite him to drink a bottle of wife’s tears, which is the best antidote. The person who said this to me must be drunk and not awake.

Maria, how do you think I used to work? No, it’s not even as good as Yanan’s hunters. You have a reliable organization---er, relatively reliable---and a decent social status, rich living conditions. You are the highest-ranking group of people in Yanan, but I am not. I work in underground caves, cemeteries, ruins, canyons in forests, caves filled with bones and stinking corpses in deep mountains, or insect nests that ordinary people will spit out at the first glance. And I can't find so many jobs, every money must be calculated carefully, if I can buy a piece of black bread, I will definitely not waste money to buy two apples.