The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Wooden box? Why is there any wooden box here?" Zelin walked over curiously, who would bury a wooden box in the soil? This simply doesn't make sense.

"There were originally a pile of books and scrolls scattered over here. I wanted to see if there was any valuable information or diaries, but when I flipped through it, I saw this." Some scrolls soiled by mud were scattered nearby. , Gnaiya stared at the box that had exposed a top. "Look here, there is a sign here, it must be prepared by the person who buried it."

Long Yi pointed to a place at the lower corner of the rock. A red mark was painted on it with unknown materials, but it had already faded a lot with the wind and sun.

Zelin knelt down and started to clean the nearby dirt with the small axe. Soon, a simple wooden box appeared in front of them. Soon, Zelin discovered that this was left by the crystalline old man, because there was a piece on it. Note that the blurred handwriting can still be distinguished.

"For Hazel, my daughter"

"I think this doesn't belong to Wuzhu's finances. You can't open it, Gnaiya." Zelin took the wooden box from the dragonborn and gently patted the dust on it. He didn’t know why these things happened, but he knew that if there were no accidents, Heyzer would still be in the quiet church. In other words, the archbishop Klimt of the quiet church was friends with the old man, maybe he would know what happened here. What's going on, and where Hazel is going.

"His daughter is still alive?"

"It should be. That's what I told you. Heyzer, because he was born with no talent for learning crystal magic, so he always hoped to get a reborn girl." Zelin didn't open it, he put the box in carefully. In the package. "Let's go, if we are lucky, we can find someone who understands the changes in this world next."

Having found the place where the old man was crystallized, Zelin was able to recognize the road leading to the quiet church. It stands to reason that this road should be all the way to the south, along the path in the penalty forest, and after going around two bends, You can see the outer wall of the Youxian Church and the stairs that climb up the stairs, but the sense of direction in the heart of the demon hunter always reminds him that the direction he is walking is completely opposite to the road in his impression.

Along the way, they saw more corpses. These corpses were ragged, mostly wearing a tattered windbreaker, as if putting a dirty rag on their body, and they became a piece of clothing. In the beginning, these corpses still retained their human form, in other words, they should still retain their human form during their lifetime, because many corpses have shattered into several pieces like the rags on their bodies, but as they deepen, more and more The more strange corpses appeared in front of them, some maggots, some burnt wood, and many humanoid creatures whose size was far beyond ordinary human beings, as well as the corpses of two ghostly church paladins.

"Oh, that's good news."

"Why?" Since leaving the place where the old man was crystallized, the Dragonborn has been holding his sword. "The two knights were killed. This is not good news. They are probably the guards here. I think we should speed up. Maybe the church you mentioned is in trouble."

"No, that church was occupied by another force in the past. They are the guards, but not the group that would welcome us." Since the secluded church was occupied by Eldridge and its followers, Zelin has been Never returned. The armors of the two knights have been cut by sharp weapons. Perhaps after Eldridge was defeated by the eldest son of the sun, Gwendelin sent the Darkmoon Sword to regain it. "But you are right about one thing, we have to speed up."

The dim sun had been hanging in the same place, but Zelin could feel that the temperature in the woodland was dropping. There is no doubt that the daytime has become longer, and the sun will not move, and they cannot determine the time by judging the position of the sun. There are many corpses in the forest, and they are abandoned at will. Before getting more news, the Demon Hunter can only assume that this is the Dark Moon Sword to clean up more monsters, so that there is no time to deal with the corpses, but if he can, he would rather be safe in one place tonight. Overnight in a place where you have acquaintances.

He couldn't see the monster, but his instinct told him that the world was getting more and more dangerous.

In the end, before reigning the land at night, Zelin and Longyi and his entourage saw the dilapidated outer wall of Youxie Church and the entrance to the so-called Purse Chapel. There are also many dead bodies here, and they are uncomfortable. Zelin knew that the clothes of some corpses belonged to a thief organization, and some corpses were obviously human, but their bodies looked like maggots, or as if two humans were forcibly glued together, which is disgusting. .

But what really attracted Zelin's attention was a figure sitting on a protruding stone by the side of the road.

A figure that Zelin didn't expect.

"Fred...?"

The nun holding the sickle was sitting on the rock. The moonlight had replaced the dying sun, and the sickle reflected a palpitating cold light. She seemed to have been waiting for a long time. Hearing Zelin's voice, she slowly turned her head, her thin lips slightly opened.

"I was thinking about how long it will take you to come here."

Chapter 1412: Youxian Church

"Fred, why are you here?"

The nun sat on the rock indifferently, and then she leaped slightly, jumped down, and steadily landed on the ground, with the withered leaves making a crisp cracking sound under her feet.

"Why can't I be here?" The nun raised her chin slightly, and she appeared in front of Zelin in a physical form, which means that she came to this world through a portal instead of being located in the Rondallhe church. 'S sisters are summoned in the form of spirit bodies. "This is my world, my sleeping place, hunter, I thought you would never return to this world, this does not belong to you. You don’t need flames, and you don’t need other things. Why do you want to come back again? This place of dilapidated chaos?"

The Bidet Chapel was silent, and the neat windows were nothing but pitch black, no fire, no people. Zelin couldn't hear any sound other than the three of them, let alone see any traces of the actions of living people.

Zelin frowned slightly, "You know what happened here, right? What the **** is going on here? Where are the others?"

Frid seemed to sigh deeply, and seemed helpless again, why did Zelin ask so many questions.

"I don't know how this came about, but please listen to me. This world is on the verge of change. The flames of advancing and stagnant corruption are intertwined. Everyone is born in flames, or lives in the shadow of flames. Everyone will make a choice. But you don’t belong to it, you don’t belong to the flame, you don’t belong to this place." There is not much emotional fluctuation in Frid’s voice, as if she is not persuading anything, but simply narrating anyone. You can see the truth. "You have your mission, hunter, your mission and responsibilities are not here. When you look back, never come back, the matter here is nothing to worry about, nor to worry about it, as it used to be."

The Dragonborn crossed his chest, leaned against the stone pillar near the entrance, and cast his face toward the woodland outside the church, showing no interest in Frid's words. The nun also did not pay any attention to the dragonborn, as if Gnaiya was nothing but air.

"Fred, your skill in persuading people to leave is still so bad." Zelin spread his hands and shook his head slightly. "If you want me to leave, you should answer my question instead of using such jerky words to leave me with more mysteries and curiosity."

"That's how you want to find all the truth, to figure out all the unknowns, why do you want to cling to it?" Friede walked to Zelin. "You have a world free from flames and a life free from shadows. Why are you clinging to this sad place? Poor, or can't rest assured? Or urge yourself to complete the so-called decryption in the name of the truth? There is no need to worry about the world, and no need to save. No matter where and where, the flame will eventually burn out, and the ashes will return to the dust. It is inevitable."

"I don't care if the flame can continue to burn. I don't care about the flame, but the people. You understand this, Frid." Zelin rubbed his hands, and the night fell, and the temperature plummeted. "If you are willing to tell me what happened here and why this world has become like this, I will be very happy to make a fire in the church and we will chat next to me. If you don’t want to say, I won’t force you, But I am leaving, there may be many things waiting for me here."

"I won't tell you." Frid shook her head, and she raised her hand, with a green finger sticking out from under the sleeves of the large nun. "I will not hinder you, but you must listen to me. If you encounter ashes, you must not talk to it or conflict with it. Yulia, I hope I can tell you, don't participate in this world. , Don’t listen to the flames. This matter has nothing to do with you and has no interest in you. Just treat this trip as a trip."

Zelin looked up and down Frid, then smiled softly.

The nun retracted her hand and asked coldly, "Is it funny?"

"If I hadn't known the sickle in your hand, I would have thought that Yulia was in front of me, put on the same clothes, and came to me pretending to be Frid. You should often chat with people, Fuk. Lid, when you are in the castle, hiding in stealth all day will not make you better, especially your ability to lie." Zelin put a smile away. "Yulia won't talk to me like this, and she won't try to persuade me to leave. She will find ways to guide me in a direction that is beneficial to her plan. I guess she will let me meet Ashes and use lies. Come let me induce the ashes in your mouth. You don't need to continue to persuade me to leave, Frid, I won't leave until I lose my mind here."

"When did you meet Yulia?"

"Except for the first time you summoned her with a summoning charm, I haven't seen her the second time."

"You know her."

"I said, I guessed."

Zelin understood Fried's meaning, and the nun wanted him to leave. Obviously, the world had reached the brink of some kind of change. Some kind of dangerous and widespread change was a danger that the demon hunter was unable to deal with.

"Can't you speak well?" Zelin joked.

Frid closed her mouth, and she walked to the side of the road to clear the way to the Chapel of Purification.

Since the nun no longer wanted to say anything, Zelin did not continue to ask. He called on the Dragonborn, and Gnaiya, who had been watching coldly, lifted the tip of her forehead and followed. They passed by Frid, and when Zelin and the nun passed by, he vaguely heard Frid's faint voice.

"The sickle you gave is very useful."

The sound was so small that Zelin almost thought it was wind. He turned his head, but Frid's figure had disappeared.

"What's the matter?" Long Yi asked unclearly.

"Nothing." Zelin shook his head. He pulled out the ebony blade behind him. "Get ready for the weapon, let's go in."

These words of Frid made Zelin a little doubtful in his heart. Before he left, the world seemed to be back on track. The hero Guda was not entangled in the secluded church, and the ashes were awakened normally. Shalivan, who tried to usurp the throne, and his allies, the crazy Eldridge, all died in Irushiel. It seems that nothing can stop Gwendelin from regaining power and sweeping the world. But if the Darkmoon Sword had completely controlled the secluded church, I am afraid that Frid would not have such a leisurely conversation with the demon hunter at the entrance of the church.

The Purification Chapel was originally the place where outsiders had to perform prayer rituals to purify their filth before entering the quiet church, but now that the church has been completely abandoned, naturally no church knights will prevent them from breaking into this place. Two people.

The wooden benches that were neatly placed in the church have turned into a pile of sawdust on the ground, and the dark red blanket spread on the ground is stained with blood. The body of a knight fell in front of the door leading to the elevator on the right. Seeing this, Zelin felt a trace of anxiety in his heart. He remembered this corpse, and it was here that he happened to be attacked by the infected knight when he said goodbye to Hezer. The crack cut by the ebony blade on the armor is still clearly visible, the only change is that there is only one skeleton left under the armor.

Around the corpse, Ze Lin went straight to the elevator. The Youxian Church is so large that even giants can be accommodated in it. But he knew how to take this road, and didn't need to detour in a maze of roads extending in all directions. Long Yi expressed curiosity about the existence of the elevator, but Zelin dispelled her idea of ​​staying, and took apart the outer wall near the elevator to see how it worked inside. The demon hunter assured her that there was absolutely no one in it, and he was responsible for turning the rocker to raise the floor when someone walked up the elevator.

When the elevator stopped heavily and made a crisp clicking sound, a stench rushed toward the face. In an instant, Zelin was very fortunate that it has been a while since they last ate, and the burden on their stomachs is not so heavy, they won't just vomit out in the elevator. Even after the war, the demon hunters who are often commissioned by the army to clean up the scavengers on the battlefield are unbearable with this strong and irritating smell. Longyi simply took out a piece of cloth to cover the tip of her nose, and she slowly exhaled, casting a questioning look at Zelin.

"I don't know... well, I think I do." Zelin walked a few steps outside, his gaze crossed the fence of the high-rise corridor, and he immediately saw the giant corpse lying on the ground below. There were two corpses, almost filling the first floor of the church, and under the giant's corpse, the bottom floor of the quiet church was covered with a puddle of dark ooze-like liquid, and the stench came from this.

"Zelin, I guess your friend must have gone." Gnaiya showed a disgusted expression. "It is absolutely impossible for normal people to live here. I dare say that after the ghoul lords wake up, if they find this look in their tomb, they will immediately fall asleep."

Zelin didn't answer, he looked at the corner on the right side of the corridor vigilantly, and then the Dragonborn also drew out his weapon and stared in the direction of the corner. First came the sound of footsteps, and then a shadow was projected on the wall. With the passage of time, the gradually clear footsteps became louder and louder, like a beast about to thump, and like a monster that was swelling. The dragon descended slowly, holding the hilt in both hands, raising the tip of the sword flat, ready to wait for the creature after the corner to show its appearance, rushing up and piercing it with a sword.

The shadow on the wall swelled to its maximum.

"Wait!" Zelin pressed the dragonborn's shoulder.

Boom.