The Journey of the Demon Hunter

A peripheral night watchman reached out his hand to stop the demon hunter.

"What are you doing?" He was expressionless, with a pair of cold eyes carefully examining the demon hunter. Zelin was very fortunate that the lower body equipment of the Demon Hunter's uniform was leather pants, otherwise he would have to find a way to steal a pair of pants. "Your clothes are wet?"

"I'm late. Do laundry at home." Zelin bent down slightly, squeezing a slightly regretful smile on his face. The wandering life in the past taught him how to deal with guards who doubted him. After all, city guards have never been a friendly group for demon hunters. "I was thinking about washing this dress, putting it on the air and changing it again. As a result, who knew that my replacement clothes could not be found. After looking for it for a while, in order not to miss the parliamentary speech, I had to wear this wet dress. Come here. Haven't it started yet? Did the council say anything?"

"You were almost late." The night watchman dropped his hands. "Quickly pass."

"It won't be too late." Ze Lin breathed a sigh of relief. He believed that his words were very sincere. "It's not too late."

After all, he walked into the crowd.

The buzzing conversation echoed in the crowd, and everyone was talking in a low voice. Some are discussing what the town council will make. Several strong men are discussing whether to join Stormwind to sign up for the army. Two hunters talk about recent hunting gains. Three women gather together and share in a low voice. The situation of the adventurers who recently arrived in Yese Town, as well as their unmarried daughters. Four dressed girls and three young boys hid in a corner. The demon hunter's hearing vaguely heard that they were discussing whether to find a chance to leave Nightlight Town together, be an adventurer, go to Dalaran, go to the storm City, go to all the legendary and magnificent cities, to see those races that only exist in the story for them. They don't want to wait until the devil comes and stay in this small town all their lives, ignorant of the outside world. The end of the world is coming soon, no one knows whether they can survive the demon invasion, so why not take the opportunity to do what you want to do, so as not to leave regrets in your heart.

Suddenly, a voice called the demon hunter.

Stephen, the steward of the animal pen, squeezed the two in front of him and waved to Zelin.

"Hi, isn't this Tobias's friend? Why are you here?"

Near the hotel, a night watchman standing on the edge seemed to hear something. He turned his head and began to look for the source of the sound in the crowd.

"Stephen." Zelin walked over, reaching out to hook the administrator's shoulder.

"Tobias him..."

"I have a very important thing, I hope I can ask you for help."

"What's the matter?" Stephen asked curiously. "After the preaching is over, I will do it right away. But don't expect too much. There are too many adventurers recently, and the work in the animal pen is twice as much as before."

"Yes, these are the adventurers." Zelin rolled his eyes and quickly searched for any useful rhetoric in his mind. He recalled what Tobias had said before that the instructor of the blood elf apprentices left with the other four apprentices before the preaching began. "Didn't some blood elves come to the inn before? They have a carriage. It is a tutor with four apprentices."

"I remember them. The four female elves are very beautiful. Hann was stunned when he saw them, and finally made Mabel kicked. The appearance of the fifth apprentice is a bit bad, as if he had just started from a dog's head. It's like coming out of a human mine. She ran down at one o'clock in the morning and asked Mabel for a bucket of hot water to take a bath." Stephen said jokingly. "What's wrong, is it related to them?"

"You know, I'm going to Dalaran." Zelin glanced behind him, and the night watchman walked into the square and looked around. "I know those elves. I had already driven away in a carriage, but I met an apprentice halfway through the road, who was the most embarrassed. She said that her mentor had left something and asked her to come back and look for it. I see She walked back to Nightlight Town on two legs and wanted to help her. Her mentor’s carriage was once parked in the animal pen. I want to go to the animal pen and take a look. Can you take me there?"

Stephen looked awkward. "The preaching may begin soon, can you wait for a while?"

"The fairy lady can't wait. If I hadn't stopped her and told her that there might be something in the night town, outsiders can't interrupt. I suspect she's going to rush in directly."

"These elves are so arrogant." Stephen waved his hand. "When they came to the inn, their chins were going up into the sky. When ordering, they asked for grilled dragon eagle eggs and barbecued chocobo legs. How do I know what chocobos are? Friend of Bias, take this key to the animal pen. Remember to return it to me when you come back."

"No problem, and if someone else asks, you remember to say you haven't seen me."

"Why?" Stephen asked strangely. "You are not lying to me."

"Of course it's because of the elf... She said that no one can enter the night town without disturbing anyone. I said I can. Let her wait outside. So..."

Zelin gave Stephen a suggestive look. The latter immediately smiled comprehensibly. Sometimes, instead of explaining too much, it is better to give some hints and let other people fill up the rest in their minds. This is very easy, and there is no need to justify.

"Do you want to pursue that elf? Oh...yes, the devil is coming soon, why do you want to keep your thoughts in your heart and leave regrets for yourself? Even if you fail, you won't regret it. No problem." Stephen raised his hand. "I have never seen you, nor have I seen you, good luck. Also, say hello to Tobias for me."

Saying goodbye to Stephen, Zelin quickly walked into the crowd.

Not much later, the night watchman walked up to Stephen and asked who he saw just now. Stephen touched the back of his head and said that he had just seen Hann, the barbecue chef in the tavern, but Hann was repaired by his girlfriend, which caused him to accidentally see him as another adventurer who had left long ago.

Zelin stood on the edge of the crowd, and while the night watchman asked Stephen, he turned around and quickly disappeared behind the half-covered wooden door of the hotel. The other night watchman around seemed to want to look here, but then his gaze was placed on another person walking towards the Blood Raven Inn.

"What are you doing?" He called the townspeople.

"I'm thirsty." The townsman said innocently. "I want to go to the hotel to get a glass of water."

"No!" The night watchman refused his request without hesitation. "Before the preaching begins, everyone must be in the square!"

"Why are you so fierce..." The townspeople scratched their heads and returned to the crowd.

The hotel was deserted. A waiter turned his back to the door, wiping the table top covered with alcohol and oil with a rag, humming a small note in his mouth. Zelin lowered his body and hid sideways behind a clearly cleaned table. The tabletop blocked his vision, and he could only see the blue skirt of the waitress below swaying slightly with her movements. After more than ten seconds, the waiter stood upright, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and threw the rag into the basin next to him to wash the dirt on it. After taking out the rag and wringing it dry, walked to another table with the basin. Zelin controlled his footsteps, and while the waiter turned his back to him, he quickly walked through the tavern lobby and ran up the stairs leading to the second floor.

The stairs on the second floor were extremely dim.

Not turning on the lights is not a good habit.

Zelin recalled in his mind which room the necromancer was in in the vision of Blind Mary. Soon, he realized that it was meaningless, and the room on the right hand side of the stairs was filled with a fragrant perfume smell. The demon hunter took a card and walked behind a wooden barrel. Aiming at the door lock, shaking his wrist, he quickly bent down and hid in the hiding place. The card was spinning in mid-air, hit the doorknob, bounced out again, and floated to the ground. Zelin waited for a while, made sure there was no magic trap on the doorknob, then walked out of the hiding place, walked to the door and squatted down, took out an iron bar in his pocket, and bent the top of the iron bar into a ninety-degree angle. , Make a simple lock opener, insert it into the lock hole.

"The first person to think of a lock opener must be a genius..."

Zelin thought silently in his heart, while holding his breath, tentatively testing the keyhole. After a few seconds, there was a slight click in the keyhole. Zelin pulled out the lock opener, pressed the door handle down, pushed the door panel inward, and stepped sideways to avoid the doorway. Never stand at the door when you open an unknown door, it will only make you a living target. Some precautions seem unnecessary and can make people look timid and stupid. But the brave who died only represent the carelessness.

The next moment, a heavy sword glowing with blue light slashed down with the sound of breaking through the air, smashing a crack on the ground!

Behind the door were Sarah Radimoore's cold eyes.

Chapter 2022, Ritual of Destruction

Sarah chopped a hole, and there was no trace of emotion in her hollow eyes. She raised her two-handed sword and wanted to swing the weapon again. Zelin took the opportunity to raise her leg and kicked her in the abdomen. This heavy blow caused Sarah to bend her body subconsciously, lose her balance and fall backwards, spitting out the cake she had eaten two hours ago. She leaned on the wall behind her, struggling to stand up and preparing to swing the sword again. Zelin placed her weight on her left leg, turned around in a circle, and hit Sarah in the left cheek with a roundabout kick. The night watchman flew out to the left, and fell on the blood-soaked sheets, without moving.

Zelin walked over quickly and noticed that she was still breathing, the demon hunter breathed a sigh of relief. Sarah fell into a coma, her life shouldn't be in danger, but when she woke up, it was estimated that she would have a headache for a while.

The demon hunter picked up the soaked sheets and tore them into strips of cloth and twisted them together to make a rope, and tied Sarah's hands behind her back to the bedpost.

A sickening smell of blood permeated the room. Two corpses were lying on the floor. The magic circle in the middle of the room was emitting a faint purple light. In the middle of the magic circle, a black pottery basin was full of blood. On the desk under the window sill, two rows of white candles were lit. Even if Zelin didn't know the magical power of Azeroth, he could see that such a ritual field definitely did not belong to any beneficial magic. Good magic varies, and bad rituals are the same.

"Ah, the ceremonial venue, is it here to control the night watchman?"

Zelin rubbed his hands. If it is in his world, he can directly use anti-magic metal bombs to completely destroy everything in the ritual field. But Azeroth's magical powers are diverse. According to Joseph, this should belong to the demon's fel energy. He must destroy the things here as soon as possible, but directly wipe out the magic circle on the ground with his hands? He is not a fool, who knows what consequences this will cause, he is not willing to give up all his efforts here.

Suddenly, Zelin looked at the sword that fell to the ground after Sarah was unconscious.

The magic sword shimmered. The blade was so sharp that it slashed the thick plank with a single sword. There is magic on this, maybe it can come in handy?

He walked over and picked up the sword that fell on the ground. The long sword is like a heavy iron block, and it is difficult for ordinary people to wield it easily. Sarah's physique and arm muscles didn't look like someone with the power to control this weapon, but she was not slowed down by the weight when she swung it. It's just that Zelin didn't have time to consider the mystery of the magic sword, so he whispered sorry. Zelin swung his sword, and the long table with two rows of candles was broken in two, and the candles, iron plates, and copper coins rolled to the ground. He raised his leg again and kicked to the wooden cabinet where the bones were placed. The wooden cabinet fell, and the skull fell to the ground grunting. He swung the sword again, and the right bed pillar was cut with a sword, and the fallen half of the pillar tore off the upper curtain.

Tore up the paintings, chopped the floor, overturned the chairs.

Finally, he grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, exhausted all his strength, and threw it into the blood basin in the center of the ceremony venue. The long sword sprang out, spinning a few times in mid-air, the tip of the sword was inserted into the blood basin, the pottery basin was torn apart, and blood was flowing. The next moment, the magic circle flickered a few times, some unknown force hit the long sword, and a strong air current burst out. Zelin turned sideways, stood in front of Sarah, raised his hand, and the Kunen's Seal of the Shield rose.

For a moment, Zelin thought that the power in his body would be emptied in an instant, like someone smashed a hole under the clay pot, allowing the liquid inside to flow away. The next moment, the airflow dissipated, opened the window, and disappeared into the gloomy night sky. Zelin exhaled for a long time, looking at a messy room, the magic light on the long sword disappeared, like an ordinary weapon inserted among the ceramic shards. Only black and gray dye remained on the ground magic circle. Zelin tried not to think about how many people were sacrificed by these dyes and who died in this disaster. The splash of blood dripped down the shield. He waved his hand and removed the shield. The room was filled with disgusting stench.

In the square, there seemed to be a few people who noticed something unusual in the tavern, but they soon refocused their attention on the upcoming presentation.

The night watchmen around the square showed a confused look.

In the town council, Harold stood at the mayor's desk, looking at the map laid out in front of him.

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, the undead will soon reach the edge of the town and surround the night town." Harold's body showed an unusual paleness, without a trace of blood on his face. His voice became hoarse, not as if he was talking at all. "This is your preaching. The magic ritual will control everything that can be battled, and the rest will make the last dedication to Nightlight Town. When the army that rescued the people of Azeroth from the oppression of the king comes down The residents of Yese Town will no longer need to worry about their livelihoods. The Legion will bestow equality and tranquillity on everyone, and a happy and peaceful life is within easy reach."

Altea raised her arm and took the preaching speech.

All the night watchmen were summoned back to the night town.