The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Zelin retracted the ebony blade into the scabbard and spread out his hand. "I will, now, tell me where you are?"

But he was not worried that he would be caught off guard in the face of a sudden attack. Maria has been on guard nearby, and any attacker will find that they will be ambushed when the battle begins.

The voice behind the wall did not respond any more, but accompanied by bursts of rumbling, the wall opened a crack. The crack was blocked by the thick vines, Zelin walked towards the crack and raised his hand. When his fingertips touched the vines, the vines that seemed to have died quickly came back to life, spreading around to reveal the passage behind. Maria disappeared again on the demon hunter.

Zelin walked sideways through the gap, behind which was a circular clearing. The sun shines in through the cave at the other end, and the stalactites on the top of the cave drip from time to time, making the cave look damp. Several vines piled up around the cave, and Zelin noticed rows of sharp marks on the muddy ground, which were traces left by the Anglade insect. But compared with the footprints of these insects, the strange thing beating like a heart in the cave attracted Zelin's attention more.

The demon hunter thought he had seen many strange things, and going through the portal to another world made him see many things that ordinary people would never see in a lifetime, but the one in front of him was covered with wooden thorns, such as The heart-like things carved into trees are still beyond his cognition. The heart was nearly two meters high, and several hard vines fixed it on the earth like a cage, forcing it to close to the roots of the trees that pierced the rock wall. The vines are tightly fixed, and every time the heart beats, part of the flesh and blood will be squeezed out of the gap. Zelin didn't know whether this was a plant or an animal, but he could confirm that the sound he heard outside the cave came from here.

"I thought I would see a person chained to a rock." Zelin narrowed his eyes slightly. "Who are you? Or, what are you?"

The demon hunter had anticipated various situations, what kind of creature would be cared about by the lady in the forest. A powerful but imprisoned mage? Or a sealed demon? Or a cursed knight, but now it seems that his imagination is still insufficient.

"You must release me. I know what the three old witches did to the villagers here, and you have already seen it with your own eyes. Let me go and I will find a way to deal with them." There was a pleading in his voice. "They framed me, destroyed my body, and imprisoned my soul in this endless maze of woods. The residents here fear me and attack me. Only this nature protects me."

"The werewolf outside." Zelin suddenly thought. "Is it protecting you?"

"Every year they use flesh and blood to make puppets, and come here to strengthen the seal fixed on the soul and kill my will. This nature is guarding me, allowing me to survive. But the power of the old witch is getting stronger every year. , They are about to recover from the initial trauma, and naturally they are unable to stop them. Release me, otherwise it will be too late, and I will repay you."

Zelin ignored the last words of this creature like the heart of a big tree. Talking about rewards with unknown creatures is always the most unreliable behavior.

"Two years ago, I saw a group of druids appearing in the forest on the east side of Balga Mountain." The demon hunter said word by word. "They were attacked by a female monster, and there were few survivors. You can let the creatures in nature help you and fight for you, how can I know if the female monster who attacked the druid is listening to you? Order?"

"You call this mountain Balga Mountain? What are you talking about, what is a female monster?"

"The antlers have a third eye on the forehead."

"No, believe me, if I can control a one-eyed monster to attack the people in the forests of East Balga, I will control them to attack the three shameless monsters first, and then release me. That must be The young people who came to visit me, but they didn't know that this woodland was already occupied by those wicked witches."

"How do I know that what I released was a framed soul, not a demon full of lies?" Zelin walked to the heart and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You must believe me, please, give me freedom, I will make the people who poison this land pay the price, only I can do it."

"The people who poison this land will definitely pay the price, not you, but me, I will make them pay." Zelin drew out the ebony blade and waved the sword. He seemed to feel the tremor of his heart slowing down a bit. "I don’t need your payment. I will find those old ladies in the forest, the old witches you said, and figure out what’s going on. If you really are like you said. If you are so good, I will release you, but if you are deceiving me, I will come back and kill you."

"You must believe me..."

Zelin looked at the tree core fixed on the thick rhizome, stepped back, then turned and walked towards the hole.

"You must come back, come back and let me go, please..."

The demon hunter did not stop and walked straight out of the cave. Before going out, he heard the voice of the tree heart coming from behind.

"...Be careful of my sentry, they are still on guard outside."

When Zelin walked out of the cave, the sunlight outside had become a little dim, the dark clouds in winter condensed again, and the pale sky was gradually replaced by gray. It may not be long before a new blizzard will arrive.

"Do you believe it?" asked Maria, who had been hiding herself on Zelin.

"Believe, maybe don't believe it." Zelin shrugged. "One-sided words are usually of no value. Everyone chooses to tell what is good for them, so I didn't ask him what he knows about the old witch. If he wants to escape, it will definitely do. I tried my best to exaggerate the threat of the old witch and let me retreat. But I think, before dealing with those wild hunts, we may have something to..."

Zelin's words came to an abrupt end.

"Oh... **** it!"

He opened his eyes and looked at the gray sky. In the direction of Alexander's Magic Tower, a dazzling red fireball soared into the sky, bursting in mid-air, and it was particularly eye-catching under the gloomy sky.

The wind and snow fell along with it.

Chapter 1382: Accident and Inevitability

"Hoo——-Hoo————"

Under the gloomy sky, soft cloth shoes made a clattering sound when they stepped on the frozen dirt road. A peasant woman was running away lifelessly. She looked back every few steps, her face was full of horror, as if some terrible creature was pursuing her behind her. The herbs and wild vegetable roots collected not long ago in the basket on her shoulders were bumping along with her running, and scattered on the running road.

"Ah----"

When she looked at the cold fog rolling behind her, she failed to notice the road ahead, and a stone in the dirt road tripped her down. She screamed and threw herself forward, and the basket behind it crossed a parabola and fell into the bushes on the side of the road. The roots of the vegetables were scattered all over the ground, and the white turban also fell out and fell to the ground not far in front of her.

The exhaled breath formed a cloud of white mist in front of him. She stretched out her scratched palm, grabbed the turban and re-covered her head. The linen pants were scratched on the knees, but compared with the fear in her heart, this scar seemed insignificant. She tried to struggle to stand up, but her palms that were already purple with cold were not so handy. It took a lot of effort before she stood up swayingly. After running two steps forward, holding the poplar tree on the side of the road, the peasant woman kept breathing heavily. Running fast and continuously is not so easy for her. She covered her chest and inhaled a breath of cold air, trying to calm down her lungs that were so hot that they were about to burst.

"Goddess Meritelli, bless me. Bless me, keep the darkness away from me."

She kept muttering in a low voice and repeatedly, praying to all the gods who knew it, leaning on the tree and taking a few breaths, her tired body gradually staggered over, ready to pick up the basket that had fallen in the bush. . At this time, the sound of horses crowing in the shadowy mountains and forests made the woman's hand reaching out to pick up the basket froze in mid-air, and her face instantly turned pale. She leaned against the tree behind her, her eyes widening and turning, her pupils spreading out of fear.

"No...no..."

The sound of horseshoes became clearer, denser, and closer. The peasant woman looked at the direction of the sound in horror, opened her mouth, and the scream was about to rush out of her throat. A hand out of the bushes covered her mouth, and the other hand held her waist and pulled her into the road. Behind the bushes.

"Shhh---quiet."

The villagers were about to struggle, but the sound from her ear relaxed her tight body slightly. A white-haired man embraced the panicked villager and made a quiet gesture to her. The peasant woman turned her head slowly, and saw that behind her, a man wearing a brown-green cloak was squatting on the ground with her. The cold leather armor was covered with dust, and the beards on her cheeks had become uncleaned for a long time. Dense and messy, it looks like a wind and dust. The villager shivered, but still nodded to the person behind him, indicating that he would be quiet.

They hid in the bushes and waited. There was only a gust of cold wind blowing on the forest trail, blowing wild vegetables scattered on the ground.

Snow began to fall. Suddenly, two cavalrymen rushed past amid the rush of horseshoes, and the black outline moved quickly on the road. The peasant woman's hands tightly grasped the corner of the man's cloak behind her. She couldn't tell whether her trembling was due to cold or fear. Three more black cavalry rushed past. One of the cavalry held the reins and noticed the basket that had fallen on the edge of the bushes. It was wearing a skull-like mask with blue flames in its eye sockets.

She was very scared. She wanted to run away, escape to the temple, and pray to the gods to keep away from these terrible ghosts. She felt that her arm seemed to be holding up harder. Only then did she realize that not only did the man behind him pull himself into the bushes not trembling, but he didn't seem to show a trace of fear. He put a hand on the hilt of the sword around his waist, as if ready to draw his sword at any time. Now, the man's eyes were fixed on the ghost cavalry near the bushes.

Three steps...

Two steps...

Another ghost cavalry appeared here. It rode close to the former. They seemed to say something to each other in a low voice, and then they rode horses to the direction they appeared before, and quickly disappeared into the white night.

The sound of horse hooves faded away, and the road seemed to become much quieter. The villager sat on the ground almost without force. She was panting, her heart almost jumping out of her chest.

"Thanks, thank you."

The villagers whispered to the people behind them, there was only the wind that whizzed by from time to time outside, and the ghost rider was no longer visible. Looking at the wild vegetable roots scattered on the ground and bushes, her eyes flashed. After a look of regret, the food at home is no longer enough. She must go outside to dig some edible plant roots to solve the ration problem. The places where the ghost riders ran are already covered with frost. Even if there is no decay, there will be no one. Then touch things that have been trampled by ghosts. She was about to stick her head out to pick up the basket that had fallen outside, but the man behind her held her with his arms like pliers, making her unable to move.

"What else are you doing?" she asked with some annoyance

"Quiet." The white-haired man's voice was hoarse and low. "They haven't passed yet."

The sudden sound of horse hooves blocked the villagers' rebuttal in their throats.

Nightmare-like knights across the sky, like a thick black cloth covering the sky, blocking the moonlight. The wind was crying in the dense forest, the temperature was getting colder, the snowflakes were falling one after another, and the dazzling lightning flashed across the sky, announcing the arrival of these terrible creatures. The harsh laughter of the wild hunters echoed in the sky, and the sound of thunder and lightning and the cold wind formed a strange band, providing the most matching sound for this weird scene. What followed was creepy screams and crying. The victims' souls were imprisoned behind the wild hunting team, they wailed like hell, and became more and more miserable amidst the laughter of wild hunting.

On the ground, more wild hunter knight figures ran across the forest paths. The black figures flickered in the forest, appeared behind a tree, and disappeared into the bushes at the other end. The sound of air freezing echoed in the wind, and the soil under him was covered with frost at a speed visible to the naked eye. The villagers held their breath, the scene in front of her was completely beyond her capacity, and she had even forgotten to breathe. If she had just gone out to pick up the basket, she would definitely be hit by the ghost knights, and these wild hunters did not seem to be friendly to humans.

The team of ghost knights in the sky flew straight into the night of Willen. The skeleton knights in the woods disappeared in the fields. They hurriedly came and left, leaving only the falling snow and deep bone marrow cold, proving them. Reality, not an illusion caused by the cold.

The white-haired man sighed, let go of his hand, and moved his almost frozen arm. "Go home quickly, remember, go home, close the door, no matter what happens outside, don’t come out, tonight is the night of Sophny in the elf calendar. This night full of fear and apparition, the most It’s better to stay at home, by the fire, with your family."

What else can the villagers do besides nodding their heads.

The white-haired man stood up, slapped the weeds and fallen leaves stuck to his trouser legs, and walked to the road covered with a thin layer of ice. At this time, she remembered an important thing.