The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Come here!"

Tobias was holding the shotgun, he pulled the bolt and pulled the shell back. There was another gunshot, and an undead who wanted to pounce on the demon hunter from the right side was hit in the head, and the soul fire disappeared into the air along with the exploded skull. A hound stood beside Tobias, barking at the undead.

"Come here!"

"There are zombies everywhere!"

The palms formed into mudra were aimed at the right side, and the two zombies pounced at the same time, but then flew back the same way. One hit the trunk and fell to the ground feebly like a broken doll. The other one fell into the bushes near Tobias, and the hound pounced on it and tore its throat.

Tobias fired and moved closer to Zelin.

"Your friend seems to be in trouble, traveler!"

The gunfire roared, and a zombie was blasted off most of its body. "They asked me to come to you!"

"Who?" Zelin swung his sword and chopped off a skeleton's hand bone, a burst of ecstasy in his heart. "Olega and McDowell, and Revere?!"

"There isn't that little draenei!" Tobias replied loudly so that Zelin could hear him clearly in the gunshots. "She was caught, Yese Town is in trouble! You have to get out of here first, Elf, cover us!"

As Tobias' voice fell, a clear and sweet voice appeared in the direction where he had just walked.

"Roots entangled!"

Chapter Two Thousand and Seventeenth Race Against Time

The withered grass and vines came to life in an instant. They stretch out their tentacles, wrap their ankles, entangle their calves, and pull their arms. The lawn becomes a dangerous trap in the blink of an eye. All the grass is involved in the actions of the zombies, and every vine traps the undead on the soil like a rope, and continues to forcefully draw out the cracks visible to the naked eye. Xisali Crescent was standing on the rocky path, pale and sweating.

"Go here!"

The Pekingese barked and rushed to the front. An undead reached out and grabbed the old hunter's trouser leg, and Tobias raised his hand with a shot.

"It's not that easy to want to eat!" He took a sip and replaced it with a new bullet. With the roar of gunfire, a skeleton was knocked off half of its head. "What you want depends on your own ability!"

Putting down the enemies around him, Tobias strode to catch up, and his old age did not cause any inconvenience to his legs. While the enemy was entangled, the demon hunter ran towards the wall, jumped over the fence, and landed steadily on the ground. The undead stretched out his hand to catch him, but his arms were entangled by the vines, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground. When Zelin got out of the encirclement, the tendency of weeds to grow wildly suddenly stopped, Xisalli dissipated the green natural power in her hand, sat down on the ground, panted, her fingers trembling and stretched out to the one pinned to her waist. A bag of clean water.

"Don't drink water, the dead body buried in this tomb is alive! We need to leave as soon as possible."

Xisali opened the cork and scanned the cemetery with her white fluorescent eyes. Under the opened soil, there were many withered arms. Many of the arms were left with rotten flesh, but most of them were only rags and pale yellow bones stained with soil. His arms grabbed the ground and pulled out the body buried under him. So much. There are so many of them, skeletons that have been dead for a long time, and corpses that have not completely decomposed, pulled by unknown evil forces, breaking through the ground, rushing out of the mud, and leaving the cold and decaying coffin.

"Tobias, where are we going?!" Zelin turned his head. "Don't forget to inform the night town. The night watchman must know this!"

"It's not Yese Town, traveler, Yese Town has more trouble waiting for us." Tobias's voice was hoarse, he whistled, and the hound ran back. "Go to my hunting ground. That place is very remote. No one will attack it for the time being. Go! Those vines won't last long. Can you support her?"

"I have a carriage nearby, that's the carriage, we can sit on it and get rid of these **** undead,"

The sound of cracking echoed in the noisy cemetery. The undead gradually broke away from the fragile vegetation and vines, and the plants that had lost the magical support of the caster were fragile in front of these undead monsters.

"Bless Elune, my head is so dizzy. I have never released such a spell before. Let me take a few more breaths and I will be able to... hey hey! What are you doing?!"

The demon hunter didn't talk nonsense with Xisali, he picked her up and carried her on his shoulders. The druid is well-proportioned but lighter than Zelin expected. She gripped Zelin's waist tightly and opened her eyes wide. The legs under the purple dress shook subconsciously.

"Slow down, I just ate a lot! Um... I'm going to throw up..."

"The undead won't wait for you to vomit before you start chasing, Tobias! The carriage is at the fork in the north!"

"I've seen it." Tobias loaded a special ammunition into the musket and fired a shot at the place with the largest number of undead. The bullet split into countless tiny particles in mid-air, and the undead fell like a wheat field swept by a sickle. "Go up, you go up first!"

Zelin threw Xisari into the carriage, and the druid screamed. But the demon hunter has no time to apologize now. Outside, he doesn't know that hundreds of undead are surrounding them, and there are more undead coming out of the ground. He has dealt with hordes of humans as well as monsters in the lair. Humans will be frightened, monsters will feel tired, and blood can extinguish every mind occupied by violence, even in the face of a riot.

But this is more dangerous than riots.

One undead is not terrible, and dozens of undead are not terrible. They are stiff and have no fighting skills. But there are times when anyone is tired, Zelin can rely on potions to relieve muscle fatigue, but he doesn't know how many corpses are buried under his feet, and how many corpses are ready to respond to the call of the master who does not know where to hide.

There are only two kinds of opponents that are the most difficult to deal with: powerful enemies and endless enemies.

Zelin jumped into the driver's seat.

"Tobias, we should go now!"

The old hunter shot back while shooting.

"Go, I am faster than you!"

After all, Tobias carried the shotgun behind him.

The next moment, Zelin widened his eyes in surprise.

Tobias swelled up, his height and waist circumference increased by a third. Although his windbreaker was originally very generous, it still looked too tight at the moment, and the shirts and vest were torn apart in a snap. The old hunter's arms, legs and feet, chest and even face were covered with thick hair. Beneath their fur, the displaced bones and stretched tendons made a creaking sound. As his body changes, his limbs are also twisted and deformed, and his strong thighs are like swift predators. The towering body made him arch up, and the tight muscles showed that this was definitely not a weakness, but a beast that was always ready to hunt.

"Run, traveler, run like the wind!"

Werewolf—or Tobias stretched out his hands and turned his nails into brutal claws. Zelin couldn't see the appearance of any old hunter in this wolf face at all. Not only are their ears narrowed and elongated, but their mouths and noses stretched forward and merged together to form a big mouth with sharp teeth, which can easily tear the flesh. Tobias lay on all fours, like a swift wolf, crossing the carriage in the blink of an eye. Zelin threw down the whip, and the uneasy stomping horse raised its front hoof without hesitation, and started to run in stride.

"How did you find here?!"

Zelin asked aloud to Xisari who was suffering from abdominal discomfort in the back carriage. Tobias ran ahead, leading the way for the demon hunter, his hound following closely behind the carriage.

"It's Pastor McDowell... He was injured, and Pastor Revere was also injured... They wanted to rush to Nightshine to find you, but they happened to ran into me and Tobias..." Hesally bent down, her hands He clutched his abdomen, gritted his teeth. After a few seconds, she said again. "They said that the chapel was attacked, and Allegar stayed alone and broke off, covering them to escape... ugh!"

The wheel ran over the rocks, and the carriage shook abruptly. Hisalie immediately rushed to the window, stretched out her head and vomited.

The undead behind are still chasing, the soul fire in their eyes is shining in the night.

Olejia stayed alone. Zelin took a deep breath. It was indeed something she would do.

"And then?!"

"Ms. Druid's injury happened at the time and was about to leave the town. So am I, preparing to return to the manor. As a result, I ran into the two injured pastors outside the town." Tobias explained while running. The werewolf didn't have any fatigue. "As a result, someone held a ritual in the town. It was an evil ritual. Only a few people ran out. The remaining night watchmen seemed to be controlled by something. They carried their swords and demanded that all the residents assemble on the square. , No one is allowed to leave. Damn it! Their tone seemed to be ready to slaughter prisoners of war!"

"So Tobias and I decided to come and rescue Oregaard first...well, it's better." Xisali retracted her head and wiped the corners of her mouth. "It just happened to see you being surrounded inside. Did you see Oleja? Where did she go?"

"I don't know. She may have been taken away. I didn't see her body in the chapel. At least, she might still be alive."

"It's not that I hit you, Zelin." Tobias jumped over the fallen branches on the road, and the carriage ran over and shook heavily. "It's like some kind of demon spell. When the Burning Legion invaded, the undead were used as cannon fodder and vanguard. If the demon was holding a ceremony, I suspect that the black knight appeared to capture the sacrifice. So after they defeated the vindicator , Did not directly kill the victims like in the past."

"Then we will find them before the ceremony!"

"Do you feel that the ceremony has not started yet? Be prepared, Zelin, this is not a joke." Tobias's voice was cold and firm. "If this is a war against the devil, be prepared that anyone will sacrifice. When faced with a powerful demon, extreme sadness is tantamount to death!"

"I won't..." Suddenly, Zelin thought of something. "Tobias, go to the fork in the north, there is another person there!"

He thought of the blood elf apprentice. She was just outside the town, not too far from the cemetery, and she didn't know anything about what was happening around her.

"Then hurry up!"

Tobias stopped, and his paw made four scratches on the ground. The steering of the carriage was not so sensitive. Zelin was controlling the two horses as much as possible, and the carriage turned awkwardly before following Tobias's footsteps to the north.

On the side of the road, the blood elf apprentice squatted on the ground, using the light of the oil lamp to clean the soil contaminated on the books a little bit. With her back to the road, she raised her head until the sound of wheels heard in the distance, and the carriage slowly slowed down, and finally stopped in front of her. The apprentice frowned.