The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Seeing Frid’s firm attitude, Yulia finally nodded, "I will, sister. What if I find it? Kill that woman?"

"No, tell me, I will take care of the rest."

Chapter 1436: Return to Eredel

Compared to when he left last time, Eredel hasn't changed much.

The flames burned the land, and the places eroded by corruption had burned out. These disgusting bacteria blanket-like spoils are still unwilling to give up and spread as best as they can, but their ultimate end is only to be swallowed by flames. The area outside the arakkoa village was already surrounded by flames. Zelin stood on the edge of the cliff in front of the village’s church, looking down at the flame-filled valley under the suspension bridge. The corruption here will surely be burned out, but the flame will eventually be extinguished. The giant priest holds a huge royal weapon in his arms, inside the gilt pattern, a flame is leaping. This is Ereder's last fire, and it will be preserved in the royal weapon. After the young lady draws a new scroll, it will be taken by the priest to light up the first spark in the new scroll.

"It's magnificent. Is this land the fuel of flames?" Zelin asked the giant priest beside him. "How long will this last?"

"We don't know." The giant priest murmured. "The eldest lady is still painting. When the new scroll appears, we will leave. The flame will burn, then go out, and then ignite again. Samsara is endless."

"We are not like the people outside, holding on to the dying flames and refusing to let go. We know this is not the end, but another beginning." An arakkoa who began to shed hair touched his bald head. "I brought an order from outside, and we will serve you food as agreed. Please wait a moment, the food will be delivered soon."

"Your eldest lady's painting is not finished yet? I remember the last time I left, the eldest lady was painting the scroll. She couldn't paint because she couldn't see the flame. Now the flame is strong, but the painting is not finished yet? Does this painting take a long time?" Zelin said, kicking the weeds and snow on the ground, sitting cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, looking at the burning canyon in front of him. This is not a common sight. "Should you not be able to hide in the new world in the painting before the flame burns the entire Eredel?"

The demon hunter made a joke, but the answer from the giant priest was very serious.

"The picture scroll still needs time. Miss Miss lacks the last one. The paint. The Gaelic Knight has already set off to find Miss Miss. When he comes back, the picture scroll will be completed." The grass-like hair blocked the face that was asymmetrical compared to his body, but Zelin could feel it, and the priest was looking at the tiny fire with pity. "The Gaelic Knight has served the eldest for many years, and he will surely be able to complete the task."

Zelin thought he could see the Gaelic Knight, but he didn't know if his leg injury was healed. But now it seems that he should have almost recovered, and left Eredel to find fuel for the young lady to paint.

They sat on the edge of the cliff, looking at the burning foothills under the falling snow. The arakkoa are very slow. This is not because they want to delay deliberately, but because most of the arakkoa are small and thin. It takes a while for them to clean up the mess in the storage room and pack them out. Zelin originally suggested that he could help, but was declined by the arakkoa. According to them, this is their duty and should not allow outsiders to interfere.

"Knight Gael, has he served the eldest lady a long time ago?"

"Not long, not short." The priest said softly and slowly, surprisingly soft. "He used to be a slave knight, ah, do you know them? A long time ago, it was about the same time as the establishment of the Green Church. The undead heroes inherit the initial fire, but the number of living corpses in the world is far more than normal. Humans. There are some slaves, they are given hoods to cover their faces and swords that can only be used to attack, they are given the title of a nihilistic knight, and are sent to the forefront of the battlefield to perform the most dangerous missions and the most terrifying The enemy fights. The battle to clean up the dead and heretics lasted a long, long time."

"After a group of slaves were given weapons and a meaningless title, they were thrown on the battlefield to die?" Zelin asked rhetorically.

The priest nodded.

"After that battle with heresy was over, only the Gaelic Knight survived. He was sent here to guard Eredel and the King. Since the young lady was here, he has been responsible for guarding the young lady and protecting the people here. Security. The eldest has no other family members for a long time. I think she really regards the Gaelic Knight as her grandfather. But for dangerous things, the Gaelic Knight will still do it. The search for paint is extremely dangerous, but The Gaelic Knight must not want to disappoint the eldest lady."

"I didn't know that the Gaelic Knight was a slave knight."

As a slave, given a false glory, he was thrown on the battlefield to fight against powerful or numerous enemies. But after the battle was over, he was dispatched to Eredel, where almost no one knew, to guard the picture scroll. No one knows the merits, and the sacrifices made have not been recorded. However, Gale is still trying to do his best to protect the eldest lady. Perhaps, as the priest said, Gale does regard the eldest lady as his granddaughter.

"Is it dangerous to find dyes?"

"We don't know anything about it." The bald arakkoa stroked the few feathers left on his body. "You can ask the eldest lady, she should be willing to tell you."

Zelin looked back at the small church standing behind him in the wind and snow. "Won't I disturb the eldest lady's painting?"

"The eldest lady is a gentle girl, she won't be angry with anyone." There was a trace of admiration in the arakkoa's voice. "Go, hunter, in Ereder, if you are confused, just ask the priest or ask the eldest lady for an answer, and you will get an answer that makes you feel at ease."

Zelin stood up and patted the snow sticking to his leather pants. "Then I'll go to the church, um, if things are ready, just call me."

The arakkoa did not answer, but nodded in response.

Before leaving, Zelin suddenly thought of something. "Ah, by the way, do you still have rosin stored here? My rosin has been used up and I need some new ones."

"These resins have no meaning to us." The arakkoa said weakly, as if these resins were not treasures for them, but cumbersome. We are going to move in all the books and secrets stored in the town. The more you take, the less we need to move."

"Really?" Zelin frowned slightly, and after confirming that the arakkoa was telling the truth and not polite words, he shrugged "Then I will try not to leave you much."

The first thousand and thirty-seven chapters of Gail's whereabouts

Walking into the small church, there are still many portrait oil paintings on the corners of the church. The characters and deeds on the oil paintings may have been forgotten in the long history. Only the paintings stacked here are left. People guess what the protagonists in these oil paintings have done, and it is worth remembering here.

Ze Lin climbed up the attic along the wooden ladder, and the sunlight blocked by the wind and snow barely squeezed through the carved skylights of the attic, and spread the soft white light in the attic full of stale smell, reflecting the girl in red, which was paler than the snow Skin and hair tips. As soon as he climbed into the attic, Zelin saw the girl sitting on a bench about the height of an adult man, gently swaying her legs, her scarlet snake-like eyes looking at the spotless canvas in front of her, as if thinking What kind of work should I paint? The look of conscientiousness made Zelin subconsciously want to retreat again, leave quietly, and don't bother.

"Is it Grandpa Gail?" In the ethereal voice, the little girl seemed to hear the sound of the attic planks. She turned her head, with a hint of expectation in her eyes, but then it turned into a flash of disappointment. "Ah, it's you."

"I heard that you encountered some problems with this painting, so I want to take a look." Zelin looked at the blank canvas in front of the little girl, and the dyes mixed together on the palette on the side. It was colorful and everything. . "They all said, you still lack a dye?"

"Grandpa Gail, go find black dye. I can definitely paint a very cold, dark, and warm painting. I hope this painting will one day become someone's shelter."

There is a hint of expectation in the little girl's words. Her voice has always been so cold and empty, like frost on the lake, white and cold, sitting in front of the drawing board, even when she is hidden by Frid, she will be on the table I gestured with my fingers, as if the only thing left to do was to draw a new picture. But only when Grandpa Gale was mentioned, could she hear a trace of warmth in her voice, like the sun behind the thick clouds in that winter day.

"Grandpa Gail has always worked so hard. He kept telling me that he will continue to work until he can't walk anymore. Do you believe it?" The little girl seemed to be asking the demon hunter, but also like Talking to himself. "I don't believe it, but Grandpa said that there is no place for him in this world. If there is no place for him, then drawing one for Grandpa Gail will definitely be fine, right? But the black dye is still missing one. Only with a few dyes can I paint the place where Grandpa Gail can hold his body."

"Black dye?" Zelin fixed his gaze on the palette next to the drawing board. The jet black dye was in the colorful oil. "Where did he go?"

"That's a place that only exists in books, the city of the dwarf kings, the city under the big tree." The little girl raised her head and looked at the drawing board in front of her that was almost two meters high. It was hard to imagine such a The little girl is going to draw with such a huge drawing board." Grandpa said, he knows where it is, and he will bring the dye back for me soon. Well, I haven’t told Grandpa Gail that I’m going to give this painting He, when the time comes, he will surely be able to surprise him.... Grandpa Gail is still carrying that burnt canvas, and he will be back right away when he finds the dye."

The city of the dwarven kings?

Zelin frowned slightly.

He never knew that there were races called dwarves in this world.

"Where is that city?" the demon hunter asked curiously. He grabbed a word in the little girl's words. The city is located under the big tree. What is the big tree? Is it a huge tree that can envelop the entire city? Zelin has seen forests and mountains in this world, and even places as peculiar as Gulongding, but he has never seen a big tree that can cover the entire city.

"It's there, at the low end of the giant tree," the little girl whispered. "The black dye must be hidden in that kind of place no one knows."

Zelin originally wanted to ask something, but at this moment, he heard someone knocking on the ladder below. He turned his head and looked down, only to see an arakkoa standing under the ladder in the attic, with his bald head leaning back.

"Your things are ready, you can come and fetch them."

"Okay, I'm going now."

The demon hunter looked at the girl who was still meditating in front of the drawing board for the last time, sighed, and turned around to go down the wooden ladder. The flames here were still burning, and he was about to swallow Alledel, and the flames outside were about to go out. The night is getting longer and longer, no matter where you look at it, the situation in this world is worse than Zelin expected.

But when he was about to go down, he heard the little girl suddenly say.

"If you see Grandpa, please help him. He always says that he is too old to walk. You can definitely help him, right?"

Zelin looked at the little girl's cheeks as cold as snow as usual, but in those eyes, the demon hunter saw only rare sincerity.

"I will." He nodded. "I promise you that if I can meet the Gaelic Knight, I will help him as much as possible, and then let him find the dye as soon as possible and bring the dye back. Well, helping to find things is my strength."

The corner of the little girl's mouth was a rare smile.

This time, the way to leave Eredel was much easier than the last time. He brought enough supplies. Although the arakkoa's food cannot be compared with the food carried by the demon hunter himself, the shape and color of the berries inside always make people wonder if it is some kind of poisonous fruit, and the taste is also very bad. , But as long as he can replenish his physical strength, Zelin believes that the stomach of the demon hunter can withstand all kinds of strange food.

After bidding farewell to the arakkoa and the priest, Zelin summoned the messenger outside with the small ring flag that Gwendelin gave him. Compared with other creatures in this world, this outrageously large bird that serves Yanorlund looks much healthier. It is said that it has hatched several young birds in the bird's nest of the fire-passing sacrificial site, and flew out from time to time to pick up some strange and shiny things back.

But as always, it is definitely not a comfortable thing to be caught in the claws of a bird flying. But apart from teleporting magic, there is no way of movement that can match the speed of a bird. It was getting dark after leaving Eredel, but before night fell completely, Zelin saw the remaining city of Losrik and the outline of the fire-passing sacrificial place in the dim daylight.

The first thousand four hundred and thirty-eight chapters of the sea needle

"What's wrong, Gnaiya, are you in trouble?"

Telescope's communication was severely disturbed, and Zelin said a word three times to prevent his words from being able to pass through the ears of Dragonborn clearly. He stood on the top of the fire-passing sacrifice field. After the giant bird flew to the top of the sacrifice field with the demon hunter, he flew to his nest, and a few bounced in the bird's nest and screamed.

"No...no big problem. Can you see it?"