The Journey of the Demon Hunter

At least it used to be.

"In my impression, this sacred oak tree has never withered. Whether it is cold or withered, it is as luxuriantly as ever. I hope you can have a happy night."

After settling down the uninvited guest, Zelin, the elderly hurriedly left. He seemed to be the host of this celebration.

Zelin found a tree stump nearby and sat down, leaning forward slightly, examining the celebration ceremony in front of him. He tried to use his past knowledge to analyze the similarities between the ceremony here and other places. Sometimes, different gods. It's probably just a different name, just like the goddess Meritelli has at least four different names and titles in different places and races. But he racked his brains and finally gave up. This has no resemblance to any ritual he has seen.

"You are lying." Maria's cold voice sounded in her ears. "You have been lying to the people here. You are very happy that the celebration is over, and you think they were deceived by a group of witches who pretended to be fools."

"If I come up, I will tell them that they may have been cheated. Do you think I will sit here and observe this celebration?" Since the people here said that the celebration has come to an end, Zelin thinks that there is no need to take the matter of Alexander. Excuse me, just let the celebration between villages end normally. The reason why he stayed here, apart from worrying about whether these farmers who know nothing about danger will be attacked by werewolves or water ghosts, is that he is very curious about what kind of belief this is that can make these farmers I believe that for so long. According to others, the faith and celebration of Mrs. Lin Zhong existed in their grandfather's generation.

It is impossible for a few pretending witches to deceive a group of people for hundreds of years. Not anyone who is exposed to chaotic energy can slow down their aging rate.

"So?"

"A lie that does not cause any impact will not do any harm, especially to avoid conflicts between me and the locals. I call it a friendly lie. You know, if I want to accept a commission, I have to deal with all kinds of There are people I like, and people I don’t like. If I didn’t know how to deal with different people, I would have been hungry and cold because I couldn’t make money. Although it was the same before.”

Maria appeared in front of Zelin like a projection, sitting on the stump opposite him. She cocked her legs and slightly raised the corners of her mouth, "Am I beautiful?"

"Yes."

"Isn't this a lie?"

"Of course."

"So I heard two friendly lies in a row?"

"If you think that you are beautiful is a lie, I don't think there is an honest person in this world. Maybe the trolls will be honest, because they can talk and their aesthetics are completely different from humans."

Maria lowered her head and was silent for a while, as if she was thinking about some countermeasures. Finally, she raised her eyes, "Where did you learn this?"

Zelin shrugged. "Maybe it was born."

The celebration ushered in the final part amidst a rallying sound. The sky was completely dark, and the people participating in the celebration ran to a trail that was connected to the oak tree and stood spontaneously on both sides, waiting for someone to come out of the cave where the trail was located, as if they were welcoming a general who had returned from victory. This cave is located at the bottom of the oak tree, and there is only one road to go up. There is a wooden door in front of everyone. The wooden door has been opened, but the fire from the braziers on both sides of the road cannot be reflected in the cave. The entrance of the cave is like a dividing line, beside the fire. There is a clear distinction between lively and celebrating people and the quiet and gloomy cave here.

"This is magic." Zelin took off the badge that was shaking his chest from time to time and put it in his pocket. "Someone is casting a spell."

Zelin was in the back of the crowd, and the vision of the demon hunter allowed him to see clearly the situation in the cave without going forward. And Maria also possessed again, avoiding the eyes of others.

"Who?"

"I don't know. If I just saw this oak tree, I would think it was the place of the druid, but now, I don't know what happened to this tree. I am not a mage or a druid." Zelin narrowed his eyes slightly, the oak tree gave him a very bad premonition. Withered trunks and flourishing branches and leaves, this is not a situation that should appear on the same tree at the same time, but it is like using magic to force this long-dead sacred oak tree to maintain its lush appearance. This is a lot like necromancy, but this kind of magic has nothing to do with life, on the contrary, necromancy will overdraw the life of the entire land. But the demon hunter didn't have this knowledge, he could see that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell the reason.

"There is a figure inside."

As soon as Maria's voice fell, the elderly who presided over the celebration walked out, stood in front of the cave, opened his arms, and faced the expectant crowd. He pressed his hands down to signal people to calm down, then cleared his throat and began to speak loudly.

"Today is the time for the ladies in the forest to give us blessings. Let us be grateful and look forward to presenting our sincerest compliments to the sacred and beautiful ladies. And, let us welcome those of us who are fortunate enough to meet us with the warmest cheers. The young people who met the ladies and were blessed by them. Cheers, dear good people, the ladies in the forest are still blessing us and use their kindness and gifts."

The elder slowly turned around and made a please gesture to the cave behind him. Following his movements, three young farmers walked out of the cave. With gentle smiles, they walked out of the shadows with ease. People looked at them, there was a moment of repressed silence, as if waiting for something, with a trace of expectation, and a trace of tension. Soon, when the young people took out a huge acorn, the silence was replaced by bursts of cheers and praise.

"You are very sick." Maria found Zelin's surprise. "What did you find?"

"These three people..." Zelin hesitated, he couldn't think of what words to use to describe it. "Is it a human?"

Chapter 1378 Pursuing the Answer

This celebration made the villagers very happy.

The only fly in the ointment, I am afraid that only their long-awaited Mrs. Lin did not show up. But the three young people who came out told everyone how Mrs. Lin Zhong blessed them, how to listen to their distress and hope, and promised to continue to protect the village in the next year.

Their speech was interrupted by the cheers of the villagers from time to time. The only time they were not interrupted was when they described the beauty of the three forest ladies that never faded with time. Their descriptions are so lifelike that they can be compared to the best bards, and even women are fascinated by it. Of course, Zelin knew that just relying on these things could not make the villagers so convincingly worship the so-called Mrs. Lin. When the demon hunters came out of these three young people, they kept their eyes on the huge oak they brought out. Fruitful.

From the appearance of this acorn, except that it is larger than the ordinary acorn, there is no difference. The villagers put the sacred acorns on a plank prepared in advance, covered with bright red and clean cloth, and four young and strong boys guarded nearby, in case anyone accidentally touched the acorns. Although Zelin wanted to tell them that this was an acorn and not glass, he felt as though he was guarding a large piece of gold when he looked at them.

"Please have a taste, guest, this is the wine that Mrs. Lin Zhong bestowed on us." The senior man walked over with a ruddy face holding a mug and greeted Ze Lin enthusiastically. During this time, the demon hunter heard him from other villagers. The name --- Hitchko. "Although the ladies did not show up to let us see the style, the blessings of the ladies have never diminished, no matter how bad the year. I heard my grandfather say that even during the **** Foca rebellion, Willen I have not been bothered by the war. This is the first time in ten years that the ladies have given us something other than the sacred acorn. I think the ladies will certainly agree with my point of view-the gift should be shared with devout guests. Srka Agree with me too."

Zelin took the wine glass and lowered his eyes. The wine in the glass was as red as blood, but it smelled like the finest aged wine. According to the demon hunter’s experience in the Toussent court, this level of wine is completely Qualifications appear at the banquet of the Duke of the South and become a gift to entertain the most distinguished guests.

"Who is Srka?"

Zelin asked suddenly.

"Oh, he is the protagonist of today's celebration." The smile on Hitchko's face never stopped. This seems to be one of the few things that can make these farmers happy. "Look, he is there." He pointed to a young man surrounded by many villagers. "A lucky guy, who can be favored by Mrs. Lin Zhong in his twenties, is also my nephew. Look at his appearance, talk and behave, like a man walking out of a king’s castle, better than those Tax collectors like robbers don’t know how high they are. The ladies must have told them a lot. I dare say that when they leave the village and go to the king’s court, they will be appreciated."

"Will they leave?"

"Of course, young people who have been blessed by their wives will become excellent. They will all choose to leave the village and go outside to develop. When they are blessed, how can we let them continue to stay in this remote village? If they want to leave and go outside, we must support them." Hitchko opened his hands. "For the rest, we can only pray that the ladies in the forest will still bless them, and bless them to be safe outside."

"All the blessed young people will leave?"

"Yeah, everyone. Honestly, we still hope that one or two people can stay. You see, there are young people leaving every year. We don’t have many young villagers here. And they haven’t come back since they left. Maybe they are doing something very important." He complained casually, then cleared his throat after coughing a few times. "This is a day worth celebrating. Don't talk about these things. We should be happy for them. Please have a taste. This is a gift from Mrs. Lin Zhong. It is much better than the tribute in those city temples."

"Of course, of course." Zelin nodded, holding up the cup in a gesture of preparation to drink. "Wait, what is that?"

"What?" Hitchko turned his head.

The demon hunter shook his wrist and took the opportunity to pour out the drink in the glass.

"What are you asking?"

Zelin swallowed and wiped the corners of his mouth. "Very delicious, thank you. I asked about the acorn. Do you plan to use the acorn for worship?"

"Definitely not. The ladies in the forest do not want us to enshrine their things like in other shrines. The ladies will choose someone to work for them, usually an elderly woman." Hitchko didn't have any doubts, he accepted Back to the cup. "We want to bury acorns in the farmland. This acorn can bless our fields every year and avoid the intrusion of darkness. If there is no acorn, how can we live on?"

"Why don't you try to rely on yourself, if one day, Mrs. Linzhong no longer blesses you, can your village continue to survive?"

"How is this possible?" Hitchko waved his hand as if he heard some big joke. "This is impossible. The ladies in the forest have blessed us for hundreds of years. Since I can remember things, I have heard the old people here say about Mrs. Lin. They will always bless us until In a few hundred years, the situation will be like this. Outsiders, if you meet a **** who is willing to bless you, wouldn't you pray to them? Pray for their help and protection, so that your life can be much more stable. "

"No, I won't pray to anyone." Zelin shook his head. "The most reliable person is only myself, and God will not suddenly appear in front of me when I am in danger."

On the contrary, it may cause more trouble.

Hitchko sighed and touched his forehead. "That's you, a foreigner. You have two swords on your body, and you know how to use them. The king's tax collector will not trouble you. Bad weather will only make you stay in a warm hotel and complain about this. The **** snow blocks the way of travel. When you encounter monsters and robbers, you will use your sword to greet them, not to mention that the armor on you can protect you very well. But we are different, we have no armor, no sword, and I don’t know how to use them. We are just farmers and fishermen. We use hoes and fishing rods. The tax collector will knock on our door and let us hand over the remaining food. Monsters will also appear in our village. Here, we can only hide under the bed and tremble, let alone those inhumane robbers, may the gods curse them. At this time, if there is a person who is willing to provide us with shelter, how can we not be happy? You? If it were us, you would also feel fortunate."

"Okay." Zelin rubbed his eyes. "I know. Thank you again for the drinks."

Hitchko nodded, turned and left.

This celebration will last the entire night and will not end until dawn the next day. It is not a wise thing to cross the swamp at night, and the low temperature of the night can dispel all thoughts of leaving the campfire. The celebration ceremony is over, Zelin believes that Alexander's surveillance magic will not encounter other interference. But he didn't go back immediately. Although for the demon hunter, the night's cold wind was still within a tolerable range, Zelin was more interested in Mrs. Lin, who had never heard of it before, compared to returning to the magic tower. Who are they? How long have they lived on this land?

If it is a druid or a reclusive warlock, the demon hunter thinks he should have heard of their names.

The sacred oak tree was supposed to be the territory of the druid. Although the name of the lady in the forest sounds like a title used by the druid, the druid will never let his sacred oak tree look like this. Whether it is the druid settlement outside Vizima, the Druid cult of Skelliger, or the druid priests in the sacred forest north of Towson, their sacred tree is thick and dense, not Bao Erga Mountain is like this, the entire tree trunk has withered.

In the past, a group of druids were attacked by demons in the dense forest near Balga Mountain. Only one survivor was rescued by three escaped squirrel party elves. In the past, Zelin didn't know that there was a sacred oak tree in Balga Mountain. If there were no things encountered before, Zelin would only think that this was a boring belief naturally formed in a remote place, controlled by a group of witches. But a few witches can't summon demons, control the Angled Worm, and destroy a group of druids. Although several years have passed, Zelin was deeply impressed by the completely clueless incident.

"What do you want to do?"