The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Losric, maybe it doesn't matter whether it is called Losric or not.

"You see, the ashes in the cemetery of the ashes are resurrected. The ashes go to attack the two princes in the large library, but the strength of the two princes is far greater than that of the ashes. The ashes have failed. This is the last ashe in the world. , This is our hope."

The low percussive sound echoed in every corner of the fire-spreading ceremonial field, like a bell struck with the rhythm, indicating something, time is far and time is near, like coming from far away, and like Close to my ears, from the discomfort when I first entered the sacrificial field, afterwards, I felt that this should be the sound of the sacrificial field, only the sound of hammering here.

"Los Creek has become a gathering place for the abyss and heresy. I don’t recommend you to go. The sinisterness of the large library and the king’s courtyard is beyond your imagination, no matter what is there. The purpose of adventure is to seek rewards, not to go. Sent to death. A thief in Losric thought that the big library was the same place as the Losric he knew. He said that he would go to the large library to find weapons and equipment that he could use for the ashes. His courage was commendable, but This is an act of dying. Hehe, look at this fire-spreading sacrificial place. Maybe it’s just right for me to be a hawker. The conjurer of Onuma, the witch from Rondo, the thief, and the nerd of the magician, Kalim My saint, plus the blacksmith and my old lady who sells groceries, when the flames re-ignite, I have to brag about how special this sacrificial place is."

Zelin looked over the corridor, and at the end of the passage, a blacksmith was swinging a forging hammer to hit the iron felt.

"What's the name of that thief?"

"Let me think about it..." The imam priest thought for a while and exhaled for a long time. "I don't remember well, it seems it's called Glalette? Greirat? My memory is getting worse and worse."

"Wait, Greirat?" Zelin raised his eyebrows slightly. "How did he get to the fire-passing sacrifice ground?"

This was indeed beyond the demon hunter's expectation, but it also made him feel relieved. Compared with the outside, the fire-passing sacrificial place is obviously the safest place, but what he didn't expect is that now Grelart is using his stealing skills to serve the sacrificial place and ashes.

"Ashes met him outside the undead settlement, Grelart said that he can help ashes find good things from other places, so Ashes invited him to the fire-passing sacrificial site." The voice of the chief priest of Imma was a little cold. As a member of the three pillars of Losric's sacrifice, Zelin can still feel her dissatisfaction with allowing so many people of unknown origin to enter the fire-passing sacrifice ground. But this was Ashes' decision, and she didn't want to refute anything. "Our Ash’s mind, we may never be able to guess it. Every Ash will only regard the hunting of firewood as the only goal of his actions, but this Ash does more than do this. If you don’t know it. Starting from the cemetery of Ashes, I would still think that Ashes are a living human hero. But Ashes are all from heroes."

The imam priest seemed to suddenly remember something. "That thief, is your friend?"

"We used to know each other. When I first came to Losric, I stayed in his home outside the city for a few days. Did he go to the library?"

The priest nodded. "There is also a magician, Oubeck of Peterheim. Hehe, he is only a half-hearted mage, but he always likes to look like a magical master. Young people, but our ashes are actually He found a few precious magic scrolls. He has left here and went to the big library. He too underestimated the sages in the big library. Presumably, he won't come back again. By the way, the thief's liar friend is also I went to find him in Losric. I really don't know where they regard Losric's large library."

Zelin didn't care much about the wizards of the magic academy, but if Grelart went to the large library with a wizard, it might be safer.

"Did you know that Losric once came to a Darkmoon Sword Knight named Siris?"

The imam priest was silent for a while. "I don't know, I have been in this sacrificial place for too long, and I can't leave. Maybe you can find someone else to find out, for example, your thief friend. He. I have been to many places and I have learned a lot. Maybe I have met a female knight named Siris."

Finally, Zelin and the bishop talked about what the world looks like today. The priest did know more than Gwendelin. Maybe it was because of the various people in the sacrificial hall that the outside world could spread the news. Enter this extremely closed place. Almost all the kingdoms have disappeared, and Losric is not the first, but it is by no means the last. There are not many living people left in this world, just like Kalim’s Elena may be Kalim’s last saint, because Kalim has disappeared and collapsed like Losric.

In the tower outside the sacrificial area, Zelin saw the saint again.

The saint in white was sitting in the decaying tower, and it was particularly conspicuous in the tower covered with dust and cobwebs. As if hearing the sound of the demon hunter’s boots stepping on the broken bones on the ground, Ilena raised her head, and there was not a trace of luster in her gray eyes.

"Igo? Is it you? Or, Hero, you are back? Please let me make the soul your power."

"I know Yiguo and I have seen it in the quiet church." Zelin said to Ilena.

The saint—maybe the fire girl now—was startled, and after a few seconds, she nodded slowly. "Sorry, are you here to find Yigo? He, he has left temporarily."

"I want to come to Knight Igo to inquire about something. I am looking for a Darkmoon Sword Knight named Siris."

If you want to find a person, you need to inquire about other people. You never know what the next person you ask will tell you. Sometimes, you and what you are looking for are just one person's witness.

"Ego, he said he was going to Losric to find me a mask that belongs to the fire-resistant woman. Kalim's knights all kept their promise." Irina showed a slightly apologetic smile. "Obviously I didn't help anyone, but I have to trouble Knight Igo and Lord Hero. I can't help you now either. Sorry, after leaving the secluded church, I don't remember seeing the knight of the Dark Moon Sword. ."

"Los Rick? Well, everyone likes Los Rick." Zelin shrugged. "No need to be sorry, you have already helped me."

Maybe he should really go to Los Rick.

Chapter 1441: The Witch in Prison

Because the second prince of Losric will become the tradition of the king, the fire-passing sacrificial site was originally connected to the king’s courtyard behind Losric, but after the coup, the connecting passage was blocked, and only left The next pile of insurmountable boulders and towering cold walls. Grelart has been to Losric for a while, and maybe he has found a way to get around this pile of rubble, or in other words, there were other roads connecting the sacrificial grounds to the outside world.

There is a crystalline beast that resembles a lizard in a canyon outside the sacrificial field. When Zelin goes around it, it raises its head, and its long, slender eyes stare at it closely under the eye sockets piled with crystals. The demon hunter who invaded the territory didn't open its mouth like a yawn until Zelin left, revealing its translucent jagged teeth. Wagging his tail, he lay down on the ground again, and began to take a nap. It seems that everything in the outside world has nothing to do with it.

The ground next to the crystalline lizard grows wildly with clusters of crystalline blocks. Sometimes, Zelin really can’t tell whether it is the crystalline lizard that brought all this, or the crystalline clump here is a normal lizard. Became this look.

Zelin used an ebony blade to cut several pieces of nearby crystals, and carefully wrapped them in cloth, trying not to let it touch him.

Something shiny.

The demon hunter wants to go directly to the large library of Losric. If you don't plan to take the difficult and dangerous road, the best way is to fly over. In this world, if there is anything safer than stealth, there is probably only one way to fly. But the stupid bird still seems to be confused about what is a person and what is an egg. Zelin needs it to hold himself and fly over the disappeared Losric high wall and go directly to the large library, but the bird seems to be only willing to put people Catch and fly to his lair, but fortunately, this bird can speak human words and know how to communicate. And like those chicks, the requirements of this flying bird are very simple --- get more shiny things.

After asking other people in the sacrificial field, the conjurer from Onuma told Zelin that there was a crystalline lizard lying in a valley near the sacrificial field, and there were many crystals nearby. Maybe this is right. Meet the requirements of that big bird.

And the conjurer of Onuma, it happened that Zelin met Kozykus of Onuma when he came to the settlement outside Losric for the first time. After the coup, it was probably when Zelin was in Ereder, he and his apprentice were caught and imprisoned by the secluded priests who appeared in the undead settlement. Later, the ashes rushed into the undead settlement. After he was rescued, he asked him. Came to the fire-passing sacrificial site and taught myself incantation. It's a pity that his apprentice died while fighting the demon king with Ashes.

"Ah, you're back. It's great to see familiar faces." When Zelin returned, Kozykus was still sitting cross-legged in a corner inside the sacrificial hall, flipping through the books that recorded spells. He raised his head and looked at the light blue fluorescent crystals in the hands of the demon hunter. "Did you get the crystals back? That's right, this is it. This should satisfy the big bird above us."

"It sounds like you used this thing to trade with those chicks?"

Zelin asked curiously.

"Yes, yes, everything in this sacrificial ground is so mysterious and so awesome. As a conjurer, I can accompany the last seat and see such a mysterious flame. I am really lucky for Sansheng. The tree outside the sacrificial area, and the bird’s nest at the top, ah, as I am old, the more I have seen it, the more curious I am about things I don’t know. Those birds handed me a bit. Meaningless armor, I will give it as a gift to my disciple. It must be a blessing in life to have a fire-free remaining ash as a disciple. You have to go to the large library to protect yourself, this world How can there be reasons why young people die before old people."

The conjurer was right, these crystal blocks really fascinated the bird. The demon hunter was very curious, why so many crystal clusters were so close at hand, but this big bird didn't get it by itself. However, considering that he had to rely on this spar in exchange for the big bird to fly him to the large library, Zelin decided to shut up and not ask about it.

Once again by the hard claws of the big bird, it flew into the sky like a bird's egg, and the collapse of Losric, which seemed to be bitten off by a giant beast along the edge, was completely presented in front of the demon hunter, shockingly shocking.

The chief priest of Yima said that this place has become an abyss and heresy spreading place, and terrible black pus and infected mutated monsters are spreading in the city. Zelin didn't know where it was, it could be worse than here.

Maybe Gnaiya would have a different opinion on this.

If the underground prison near the entrance is a prison, then when going down, Longyi has no doubt that she is heading to hell. Tortured inhuman slaves, living corpse jailers carrying chandeliers and soldering irons, more than a dozen skinny living corpses were stuffed into the slender cage, and the torso squeezed out in the gap of the cage fence waved wildly, like A mutated eight-claw spider. The wailing and moans were endless. However, compared with more mutated and terrifying monsters, these are nothing at all.

Her body pressed against the wall, feeling the hard touch from her back, Gnaiya poked out half of her head cautiously, and then quickly retracted. She tried three times in a row, and only after confirming that there were no traps and ambushing monsters in the cell behind the corner, she walked out of the corner and looked at the cell in front of her.

The inquiring eyes quickly cast a layer of disappointment.

Like other cells, this cell was narrow and low, and you had to bend down to walk in. It contained only dust, cobwebs, and rags scattered on the ground. These rags are like the clothes on the slaves. The clothes are here, but the owner of the clothes is nowhere to be seen. Dragonborn does not think that the jailer will let the prisoners here change their clothes. As for the fate of these slaves, the cages filled with living corpses may have already said the answer.

"It's a terrible place." Gnaiya rubbed her forehead, wondering whether she was talking about how the jailer here treated the prisoners and slaves in the prison, or was complaining that the cell had left her with nothing.

At this time, she noticed a grayish white among the rags on the ground. The Dragonborn drew out the sword and walked carefully a few steps forward, trying to pick up the rags with the sword to see what was hidden underneath. But suddenly, the rags moved.

No, this is not a rag, it is a top horned hat, and a man in a black-gray robe is sitting on the ground. But unlike what was expected, the figure lying on the ground did not attack Gnaiya like a crazy living corpse, and did not even react when he noticed someone walking in front of him.

"Oh... it's been a long time, and I thought I was forgotten. I'm so happy." There was a hint of self-deprecation in the cold voice, and a hint of sarcasm. "It seems that my melanoma body can still make you creatures happy."

Chapter 1442: Followers of Dragonborn

Longyi watched the figure lying on the ground warily. There are not many normal people in this world. After living for more than 20 days, Longyi is very convinced of this. No matter how harmless it looks, it may take your life in the next moment. A safe place is a luxury for ordinary people. She once asked Zelin whether there are ordinary humans or ordinary residents in this world. Zelin thought for a while, and then gave an exact answer.

The human beings in this world, perhaps the ninth floor or above, are already dead, either becoming a living corpse, or an undead who is becoming a living corpse.

Seeing that the Dragonborn did not touch herself or did anything, the gaze under the pointed hat noticed the Dragonborn boots, and then moved up along the boots. When she saw the appearance of Ganya, the Dragonborn also saw clearly Covered her face.

"Well, you look different from the group of leeches." The woman said slightly surprised.

Under the wide pointed hat, a slightly too pale face was exposed, which made Gnaiya immediately think of Hezer, who had almost become a maggot. The same pale to bloodless cheeks, as well as the figure lying on the ground. Although the wide pointed brim and loose cloth robe covered her cheeks and figure, Gnaiya was sure that this was a woman. The other party did not take any hostile actions against him, but the Dragonborn still did not relax his vigilance. Although some people have become living corpses, they still retain the habits, fighting methods, and cunning they had before their lives.

As if he didn't care about Gnaiya's vigilance, the pointed cap lowered again, and the voice became a lazy and indifferent look again. "I apologize to you. It's very rude to think of humans and leeches as the same creature. So, what are you doing here? This is the residence of deformed creatures, even me."

Gnaiya took a deep breath, retracted the short sword into the strap around her waist, and looked strangely at the woman in front of her who was dressed like a surgeon. She claimed to be a deformed creature, but no matter how she looked at it, she was a normal human being, both in appearance and words.