Violent sword repair teaches you to be a human being

Chapter 58 The Fallen Demon Hunter Heroine ([-])

A snow-white homing pigeon flew "flappling" through the air, and a crystal white wing fluttered down in the sun.

Vivian squinted her eyes and raised her head, stretched out a hand and pointed the pigeon to Lin Zhen: "Alice, look, it's a carrier pigeon! It must be a witcher from another place who came to ask the president about the ancestor of the blood race." It's up!"

It's normal for Vivienne to have this guess. After all, since the news about the ancestor of the blood clan came out, people often sent letters to ask the president about the details of the ancestor of the blood clan.

"Maybe." Lin Zhen followed her fingers and looked up, watching the carrier pigeon flap its wings and land gently on the window of the Demon Hunter Association. There are five left, and we'll kill them all in no time."

The carrier pigeon cooed twice, and its fat body got in through the crack of the half-open window, and landed on a black gloved hand by the window.

It stayed in the palm of its hand with its round eyes open for a while, then shook its body, lowered its head and pecked a small wooden tube from its paw, and gently placed it in that hand with its beak.

The president took over the wooden tube, put the pigeon on the table beside him, carefully removed the wax from the wooden tube, and poured out the note written in cipher text inside the wooden tube.

He read it all at a glance, stretched out his hand and crushed the note to pieces, then turned around and went out with solemn strides, heading straight for the clock tower on the top floor of the Witcher Association.

The big clock on the top floor of the Demon Hunters Association is not easy to ring at ordinary times. If you ring this bell with different frequencies, all the demon hunters within the scope of the Demon Hunters Association who hear the bell can understand that it is What it means: either to call everyone together, or to hide everyone, or to send a signal to attack...

The president gathered his hands together for a wave, and rang the big bell according to the frequency of the summoned signal.

"when--"

The sound of the bell slowly spread throughout the territory.

Lin Zhen and Vivian, who had just walked to the door, heard this dull bell.

They immediately realized what the bell meant: "Called?"

The two looked at each other, and suddenly realized something was wrong: the carrier pigeon just now probably didn't bring any good news.

Lin Zhen and Vivian hurriedly turned around and returned to the Demon Hunter Association, and other demon hunters who heard the calling bell also rushed to the Association.Lin Zhen and Vivian sat down on the benches in the assembly hall with the crowd, and after waiting for a while, everyone came in one after another.It didn't take long for the meeting hall of the Witcher Association to be filled with witchers.

Everyone sat together, discussing in twos and threes with some unease: "What happened?"

"It's been a long time since there's been a gathering like this, so it's not like the blood race made something happen again?"

Someone answered from the side: "Recently, the blood race is quite peaceful. I haven't heard of any major incidents..."

The person next to him nodded in agreement: "Yes, I feel that there are a lot fewer blood races recently than before, and it has been a long time since they have sent out missions as frequently as before."

The president was still shrouded in a black robe, he appeared at the door as mysteriously as before, and walked slowly into the assembly hall.

The demon hunters who were discussing all stood up and shouted: "President!"

The president walked over quickly, stood on the front steps of the assembly hall, nodded to everyone, and made a quiet gesture: "Everyone, good afternoon."

"Everyone is speculating about why this meeting was called suddenly."

The president's tone was low and sad: "Just now, I received a sad news. The Demon Hunter Association in the Oro area sent us a distress letter."

The demon hunters in the audience all moved uneasily.

The Demon Hunters Association in the Oro region has always been very powerful in the eyes of everyone. It is almost invincible and has an overwhelming advantage when fighting against the vampires. Why did they suddenly ask them for help?
In the end what happened?
Seeing everyone's nervous expressions, the president paused for a moment, and then said in a deep voice: "According to the news in the distress letter, all the vampires in the Oro area seem to have suddenly fallen into a state of madness, and they are going crazy. Attacks surrounding creatures."

"Nearly half of the residents in the Oro area were killed or injured. The Demon Hunter Association lost more than [-] demon hunters, and the Blood Race continues to kill with recklessness. If this continues, the number of casualties may increase further."

"The Oro Demon Hunters Association is almost unable to hold on. We need to send a hundred demon hunters to the Oro area to help deal with the vampire's crazy attack."

The president looked around the venue and sincerely advised: "This journey will be very dangerous. Please consider carefully whether you are qualified for this task. If there are any demon hunters who are willing to go to the Oro area to help, please raise your hand Bar."

The venue was silent for a moment.

After about a few breaths, everyone in the audience raised their hands unanimously, and Lin Zhen quickly raised his hands: Look at me, I want to go!

The president looked at the determined faces of the crowd, picked out the stronger ones, and read out the names of the demon hunters one by one: "Chris, Bahrain, Dodolo..."

When his eyes flicked across the area around him, Lin Zhen quickly shook his hands vigorously, with obvious intentions: Chairman, choose me, choose me!
The president's voice paused, but she still read her name: "Alice."

yeah!
Lin Zhenxin put down his hand contentedly, and listened carefully to the chairman's continued naming of the demon hunters on it.

"...Okay, that's all." The president just called out the names of a hundred demon hunters, and said in a deep voice: "The above is the list of demon hunters who will assist the Oro area this time, go prepare and set off immediately! "

The demon hunters whose names were called stood up one after another and responded loudly, "Yes!"

Everyone quickly counted their weapons, prepared all kinds of objects to deal with the vampires, gathered in the open space outside the Demon Hunter Association, and prepared to set off for Oro.

The president and other demon hunters also stood outside the door, waving goodbye to them: "Come on!"

"Bon Voyage!"

Everyone watched the team of witchers sent to Oro go away.

When they were no longer in sight, the faces of the people who had been forced to laugh all the time fell down, and some pessimistic people even wept softly.

The president's voice sounded as cold as ever: "Why are you crying?"

The sobbing witcher raised his head and said, "The Oro Witcher's Association has been beaten like that. They went...don't they go to die?"

"How do you know they can't win?" The president turned around, the black robe drew a meandering arc in the air, and said firmly: "They will come back."

(End of this chapter)