Path of Light.

Chapter 644 Chapter 645. The Knights Walking on the Edge of Haiti

The stall owner was wearing a robe that was so dirty that the original color could not be seen. He also wore light leather armor on the outside of the robe. A long knife was hung on his belt. He stood in front of the stall as quietly as a statue.

Seeing a magic crystal that Leah dropped on the stall, the stall owner bent down and picked up the magic crystal. He first wiped it casually, then put it under his nose to smell it, and then put it in his purse.

A flattering smile appeared on his expressionless face, and he said to Leah:
"My dear lady, the Knights Templar are the most powerful demon hunting group we have here."

Leah put her hands behind her back, nodded slightly with a tense face, and then asked:

"Where do they live?"

While asking this question, Leah glanced around the camp.

The stall owner waved his hands and explained to Leah:
"No, no, no, they don't live in the demon hunting camp. Their camp is not far from us. Follow this road out of the camp and go forward for about ten kilometers, and you will see their tents under a cliff."

Leah frowned slightly, not very happy that the stall owner asked her to walk more than ten kilometers just for one sentence.

The stall owner saw the suspicion in Leah's eyes and quickly explained:

"They are a group of priests who escaped from the Temple Expeditionary Force. When they fled to our place, the demon hunters in the camp were worried that they would attract the Temple Expeditionary Force's law enforcement team, so they were not allowed to set up tents in the camp. They were only allowed to trade various materials in the camp's market, so they set up tents outside the camp. After so many years, everyone has gotten used to it."

Leah glanced at Mage Elaud behind her and saw him nod calmly before leaving the stall.

Roy followed behind Leah and looked around the demon hunting camp.

In fact, this demon hunting camp looks much more dilapidated than Iris's camp, and it is also pitifully small.

There are some shabby tents built around the camp, some of which have patches sewn on them, and some of which are even half buried in the sand. These tents are gathered together in twos and threes, and there are conspicuous things hanging in front of the tents, such as a scabbard or an iron bucket.

The so-called market is also very small, with only a few stalls.

The things for sale were all strange items. Although there were some Warcraft materials, most of them were things that Roy didn't like.

Soul crystals are used as currency in all demon hunting camps. However, in the demon hunting camps, various types of food are the hard currency in the market. The most common ones are grains, dried meat, and preserved fruits.

Roy's eyes fell on the corner of a stall. On the dirty leather lay a forearm-long fang. He had seen fangs of this shape not long ago. The four fangs of the two-headed demon snake looked similar to this fang.

Roy squatted down in front of the stall, put on a leather glove, and then pointed to the fang in the corner of the stall.

The stall owner was a human. He started to speak a bunch of words that Roy couldn't understand. Seeing Roy looking at him with a puzzled look on his face, the stall owner repeated it again, but Roy still didn't understand.

"Don't you understand Green Empire language?" Leah asked Roy in surprise.

"I have lived in the Elf Kingdom since I was a child and have never had the opportunity to come into contact with this language," Roy explained.

"Then you have to find a way to learn it, because in the demon hunting camp in the Dark Land, there are basically only two languages ​​​​circulated, Elvish and Grimm Empire. If you want to communicate smoothly here, you have to speak both languages!" Leah whispered to Roy.

"He just told you that it was a demon snake fang and it won't be exchanged for soul crystals. If you have other good things that you don't need, you can take them out and exchange them with him."

Leah acted as an interpreter and whispered to Roy.

Roy thought about it, then took out a bottle of secondary life potion from his magic waist bag. This life potion was a potion that was mass-produced in the alchemy workshop in Castletown.

Because this potion was the favorite purchase of the imperial merchants in Castletown Port, Woods made a large batch.

When Roy went to Golfito, Woods brought him several boxes. He entered Golfito with the mine guards. Since he did not encounter any wars and he was a high priest himself, he would not use healing potions for things that could be solved with holy light, so these healing potions have been kept until now and have not been used.

The stall owner asked Roy if he had anything of equal value in exchange, and Roy tentatively took out the secondary life potion that he didn't normally use.

The stall owner saw the life potion in Roy's hand and shook a finger at him.

Roy took out a bundle of secondary life potions from his magic waist bag and gave the stall owner a questioning look.

When Leah saw Roy's bundle of life potions, she blinked hard.

She knew that Roy carried a lot of goodies, but she didn't expect that a high priest's magic waist bag would contain so many life potions...

"He said that you have to give him fifty bottles of this life potion before you can take away the snake's fangs!" Leah acted as a translator again.

Without even thinking twice, Roy took out four bundles of secondary life potions and piled them in front of the stall owner. Then he picked up the snake fang from the stall, put it in his magic waist bag, and left with Leah without looking back.

The stall owner stared at the bundles of secondary life potions piled at his feet for a long time before reacting...

The deal is done.

For him, although the value of the demon snake fang is higher, the value of the secondary life potion is not low, and it is easier to trade...

He had placed the snake's fang on his stall since the day he got it, but no one was interested in buying it.

When these five bundles of secondary life potions were placed on the stall, all the demon hunters in the camp gathered around in a short while. Everyone wanted to buy two bottles to carry with them in case of emergency.

Mage Elaud stood behind Roy and Leah, watching them conduct the transaction silently without saying a word.

After Roy completed the transaction and the three of them left the stall, Mage Elaud said to Roy:
"This demon snake fang is of good quality. Only the fang of a level 5 dark demon snake can be this long, but it's not long enough to be auctioned at the auction house. Roy, if you can find a master craftsman to make it into a magic dagger, its value will soar several times immediately."

Roy quickly agreed. In fact, he wanted to make this fang into a dagger. When he hunted the two-headed snake demon in the Nameless Rift, Roy only got a piece of the snake demon's skin. Later, when everyone divided the remains of the frost dragon, Roy got a piece of ice dragon leather.

Now that he had obtained the snake demon's fang, the first thing he thought of was giving it to Moira.

When the few people passed by the campfire in the demon hunting camp, Leah walked over and threw a magic crystal into the campfire, and the eyes that were staring at them from time to time in the dark finally disappeared completely.

This demon hunting camp was very small. Perhaps the demon hunting groups were all out hunting. The camp seemed very quiet. Blood-stained bandages were still floating outside some of the tents...

Broken, messy, old and decayed is almost the current state of this demon hunting camp. However, since it can survive on the edge of Haiti, it means that there is something special about it.

Many of the demon hunters who can survive in the dark land, whether they are elves, humans, dwarves, or aliens of other races, are second-level strongmen. Only the strong can survive in this barren land.

"This is what life is like in a demon hunting camp. Usually they have to go out hunting. They don't have a base in just one demon hunting camp." Leah introduced the daily life of the demon hunters to everyone.

When passing by a tent, Roy saw with his own eyes a demon hunter lizard pour a cup of black juice into his mouth. When it saw Roy, it stared at it in surprise, and smiled at Roy with its mouth wide open, revealing its sharp teeth.

The lizard man had a very strong body, with clear outlines of his chest and abdominal muscles, and a layer of keratin covering the outside. They liked to apply oil on their bodies, which would make their strong bodies glow.

"These guys are also outliers among demon hunters. They only trust their own kind, are good at archery and javelin, and have keen perception. They can always hunt prey that is rarely seen in normal times. Everyone likes to call this type of demon hunter treasure hunters." Leah whispered to Roy.

Roy had heard the title of treasure hunter from Byron Thor, so he knew that archers who could be called treasure hunters were almost all second-level warriors.

It seems that this dilapidated demon hunting camp really hides some high-level demon hunters...

……

Watching Roy, Leah, and Magister Elaud walk out of the demon hunting camp, the demon hunters in a tent in the camp licked their lips and looked away. One of the demon hunters turned over and lay on the leather with a faint sour smell, turned his head and asked his companions:
"Torrem, what do you think? Is it worth our effort?"

The companion was dripping a red potion into his eyes and then closing his eyes to rest.

"What do you think, Carlos?"

The demon hunter named Carlos touched his bald head, smiled and said:
"I have a bad feeling. Although the other party is a fat sheep and doesn't even have a decent combat professional, why do I feel uncomfortable when I see them?"

Thorem closed his eyes and said calmly:

"That's because you don't know that the old elf standing behind the two little guys is a magician!"

Carlos immediately sat up and looked outside through the gap in the tent again. When he found that the three people had gone far away, he turned back and said:
"Tsk tsk... So he's a mage. I was wondering why they were wandering around the camp as if they were walking in their own backyard!"

Thorem suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes seemed to contain two arcs of electricity. Then he said:
"I wasn't sure at first, but I noticed that the lizardmen didn't even move. Why do you think they, who would want to bite even the smallest thing, would sit there so quietly? Didn't you see that when those people just passed by them, their leader actually grinned? We've been together for so many years, how many times have you seen him smile?"

The bald warrior named Carlos immediately gave up all his fantasies and said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, Torrem, I think I'd better go to sleep."

As the two were chatting, a human assassin wearing leather armor came in from outside the tent.

Thorem asked quickly:
“What did they buy here?”

The leather-armored assassin took off his boots and untied the silk scarf around his neck, while answering, "The fang of the demon snake in Old Cook's hand."

Carlos took a breath and asked eagerly, "What good stuff did they come up with to buy the demon snake fang from Old Cook?"

"Five bundles of lesser life potions."

The human assassin had already hung the scarf on the top of the tent and untied the mask, revealing a female face.

"Hiss... It's really a good thing that is irresistible." Carlos came over and helped the human assassin take off the light leather armor.

The human female assassin did not resist Carlos and said casually: "They also inquired about the news of the Knights Templar."

Carlos' hands stopped, and a glimmer of hope ignited in his eyes:
"Do you think they are the law enforcement team sent by the Temple Expeditionary Force?"

Thorem shook his head and snorted, "It's been so long, and the Temple Expeditionary Force has already entered the depths of the Dark Land. How can the Law Enforcement Corps take care of these things?"

Then Thorem hung a battle axe on his belt and turned to climb out of the tent.

……

As soon as Roy and Leah walked out of the demon hunting camp, they saw an endless black desert and dark red sky before them.

A group of demon hunters appeared on the path ahead, but they seemed to be in trouble, because Roy saw several demon hunters carrying stretchers and moving towards the camp step by step with tired steps.

In the accompanying team, there were also several demon hunters who were slightly injured. They looked tired and were trying hard to move forward.

Soon the two sides passed each other...

Roy stood by the road and watched the failed demon hunting group quietly.

The demon hunters lying on the stretchers were almost all pale and breathing weakly, and it looked like they might die at any time...

Elaud, Leah, and Roy stood on the side of the road, and no one took the initiative to step forward. They didn't have the energy to deal with such trouble for the time being.

The group of demon hunters looked dirty, but their attire was completely different. The demon hunters carrying the stretchers also looked very tired, but they were not injured...

A warrior had a long sword hanging on his waist, and the robe he was wearing had turned into shreds.

The moment he saw Roy, he was stunned for a second and then immediately turned his head away.

Roy was sure that he had never seen this human before, so why did he deliberately avoid his gaze?

Roy wanted to chase after them to ask, but the group had already entered the camp.

Roy didn't want to meddle in other people's business, so he didn't ask any further questions.

(End of this chapter)