The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Devil's Pit, the residents of Willen call this abandoned mine like that.

A two-meter-high fence surrounds a huge mine pit with a diameter of more than sixty meters, and the sharpened tip warns any bandits who try to get close. The mine has been abandoned for a long time, but the wooden piles sunk in the mud still stand on the plain, resisting the howling cold wind blowing from the sea. Wealthy mines often attract malicious eyes. Devil’s Pit is obviously no exception, so the miners here must be fully prepared. Zelin even noticed the arrow towers standing on the edges at the four corners of the fence. Say, if this is not a sunken mine but a raised hill, then this is a good wooden fort.

As a result, the mine was abandoned due to internal problems.

Around the fence, Zelin observed the environment of the Devil's Pit. There is no fire behind the wooden fence, but this does not mean that there is no one inside. Deep pits and mines are enough to hide the traces of many people.

"Stop your steps, or I will let go of my arrows!"

Zelin stopped, he raised his head, and an elf with a dark green pattern on his face stood at the top of the arrow tower. A sharp arrow was placed on the full bowstring, and the zigzag arrow shone cold in the moonlight.

"AenSeidhe?" Zelin changed to the ancient language. He knew that speaking the ancient language can make a good first impression on many elves: "M\'aesparqueva\'en,ell\'ea?evellienn."

The hostility in the eyes of the elves was much less. Generally speaking, the enemies of the elves will never learn the ancient language, because they hate the ancient races and think it is a cursed language.

"Are you a demon hunter?"

"Yes, I am a demon hunter, I am not your enemy." Zelin pointed to his eyes and badge: "Why would an elf stay here?"

"I've always stayed here. Why did the demon hunter come to the wilderness? Is it the human being who has entrusted you to get rid of the monsters here?" the elf asked, the bowstring still full.

"No, I'm here for another elf to check the situation." Zelin spread his hand and signaled that he was not hostile: "His name is Eofis."

The elf turned his head and blew a whistle.

After a few seconds, another elf appeared on the edge of the defensive tower.

"It's him, he said Eofis asked him to come." The archer explained to his companion: "I don't know what to do."

Zelin wanted to try to squeeze a soft smile, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

The elf that appeared later glanced at the demon hunter, and his gaze stayed on the badge on the demon hunter's chest for a few seconds.

"Don't let him go, he has already seen here, let him in, stare at him, and if he has any extra moves, immediately release arrows!"

After the elf disappeared from the fence again, the archer continued to look at the demon hunter. Zelin didn't say much, he thought in his mind why he saw the squirrel party spirit here.

Had it not been for the recruitment announcement found by Eofis, Zelin would have believed that there was still a Squirrel Party in Willen in this era. After the end of the Second Civil War, the number of squirrel parties in the north became increasingly scarce, and many elves would not choose to join the squirrel party again, just like the elves in the floating harbor. The **** struggle cost the elves a lot of sacrifices, and it also made the common people, especially the humans in the countryside, think twice before saying and doing something, and think twice. No one likes the appearance of a squirrel party one day, and he is hanged on a tree because of his words and deeds in the past. The guards cannot protect every village, and the wilderness is as familiar to the Squirrel Party as home.

But Willen has never been a favorite place for the Squirrel Party, because it is close to Novigrad to the north, which is the border between Tamoria and Redania. Maybe the guards can't protect the village, but the guards will stare at every movement on both sides of the border. Moreover, Willen had no elves inhabited hundreds of years ago, so there can be no trouble with the Squirrel Party.

Not to mention, the only people who can assemble the Squirrel Party now are the Squirrel Party Commando officers from the past like Iofes.

Zelin didn't think the Squirrel Party would cooperate with Eternal Fire, they were natural enemies. But the order in the hands of the witch hunter indicated that the order of the church-or Ladovide-was to **** the plague materials here.

Will the Squirrel Party cooperate with Radovide?

The wooden door in front of the fence was opened to both sides. Four squirrel parties stood on the left and right. Two of them were holding short knives. Two of them put arrows on the bowstrings. A female elf wearing a felt hat and short black hair stood. In front of the gate, pinching his waist, looking at the demon hunter.

"You said you brought news of Eofis? Where is he?"

Chapter 2303 The Devil's Pit

"Eofis is also looking for you, if you want, I can go find him now and let him come here with me."

Behind the fence is a dirt path that twists downwards. On both sides of the road are piles of various sacks, wooden crates, dry leather, cloth, and swords and axes. Going down the path and turning around a corner, there is a wooden door. On the left side of the wooden door is an abandoned miner's hut. The hut is empty. Three elves are sitting around it, and a fire is lit on the stone floor in the middle.

"I heard that he has surrendered to humans and has become a minister of a human queen?" The leading black-haired elf stood in front of the wooden door leading to the mine, stopped, her hands pinched her waist and her face Depicting green lines, like butterflies drawn with lines: "I know him, he used to promote Hundred Flowers Valley's Enid Ann Greina as a traitor to the elves. He bowed to the human emperor, and in the end he also became The second Greina? Why did he come here? What is his purpose?"

"He is not surrendering to humans, it is a rumor, the situation is like this, he..."

"He now plays for the queen of mankind?"

"Indeed, but..."

"That's enough."

Zelin pursed his mouth and stared at the black-haired elf in front of him. He coughed heavily.

"Then can you tell me what is the difference between you and the robber?"

"We only deal with Redania's army. The lunatics of the eternal fire persecute our compatriots. The Redania soldiers are the accomplices of the priest. They deserve to go to hell! May the **** of death not pity their souls!" Start: "What is the difference between a person who thinks the Squirrel Party is a robber and a person who thinks that a demon hunter is an irrational monster?"

They walked all the way down to the wooden door.

"The difference between what Iofes did and the surrender of human beings is like the difference between you and the robber." Zelin retorted with the elf's answer: "Don't you understand it very well?"

People will never admit that they have any similarities with a certain evil profession recognized by the world, and this kind of reason can refute anyone. Even the robbers will claim that they are showing the kindness of the world to the gods.

The black-haired elf looked up and down the demon hunter.

"Tell me where Eofis is?"

"He is near Mobridell, but I don't know where he is." Zelin certainly can't reveal the whereabouts of Eofis: "You can send a reliable elf to contact him. Enter that village, or stay near the village, he will take the initiative to find your messenger. Or I can take the messenger."

"You already know this. It stands to reason that the newcomer shouldn't have issued a warning directly." The black-haired elf took a deep breath. She stretched out her finger and tapped the demon hunter's chest: "I will send someone to Mobledale. , But you must stay. You already know this, and you cannot leave until you are sure of the news you brought."

"I have no need to lie to you." Zelin shook his head.

"No, I still can't believe the demon hunter. I know some of you killed a troll who made no mistakes in order to get a bounty. That demon hunter seems to be called...what Potter?"

Zelin thought of Lambert for the first time.

"Then you were still talking about demon hunters just now?"

"That's to let you relax your guard and walk in." The black-haired elf folded his hands across his chest, and the corners of his mouth curled up with pride. The three elves staying in the abandoned miner’s dormitory had already held weapons, walked behind the demon hunter, and cut off his back: "Otherwise, what if you run away? I don’t know how the demon hunter is, but I do. The physical quality of the demon hunter is definitely not comparable to that of the elves. In the dark, we may not be able to shoot you or catch up with you."

"Well, thank you for your frankness." Zelin sighed, "It just so happens that I have something to ask you."

"Don't try to get any member's information and intelligence with me, before I am sure I can trust you." The black-haired elf waved his hand: "If Eofis wants to lead the human army to attack us, do it for him. The Queen of Humanity takes credit, then I can tell you that he was wrong, and this will be his graveyard."

"What if you are wrong?"

"Then I apologize for my thoughts, and then invite him to help us in the war."

After that, the black-haired elf turned around and opened the wooden door. The three elves behind the demon hunter took a step forward, and another male squirrel party made a please gesture to Zelin.

"Okay." Zelin moved his shoulders. The Squirrel Party here does not have any sophisticated equipment, but they did get some supplies, and the members did not look hungry. It's not like the squirrel party that followed Yaiwen in Vizima. Zelin had heard an interesting story from Toruvill. When Geralt was in Vizima, he went to Mudshui Village. After visiting the altar of the fairy in the lake, he met a hungry female squirrel party. He gave the latter some food, and the elf obviously didn't want to be alms, so he invited Geralt to rest in her sleeping bag all night.

The elves here are obviously not as miserable as Vizima's accomplices two years ago.

"But I do want to ask you about something. I promise that it won't involve any confidentiality. It is related to my personal private affairs."

Entering the wooden door, this is a two-story mine. There is a bonfire in the middle of the mine. More than a dozen elves gather in twos and threes. Scaffolding and wooden corridors are built around the mine. There is a crane on the opposite side. There are a lot of materials, piled up everywhere on the corners and edges of the pit, and there is no shortage of military-standard equipment with the Red Eagle logo.

"What can the demon hunters do for personal matters? Don't you all wander on this land alone, looking for job opportunities? But we don't have job opportunities for you here, at least not for the time being."

The nearby elves noticed the people who appeared, and raised their heads to look at the demon hunters who were behind the black elves, or they talked to each other quietly in ancient Chinese. Soup is being boiled in a large pot of a person's height. A female elf is standing on a wooden chair, stirring the soup with a huge wooden spoon, and sprinkling chopped green onions and radishes in it.