The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"No, I want to inquire about witch hunters."

"Witch hunter?" The black-haired elf stopped, she snorted, turned around confidently pinched her waist with one hand, and pointed her thumb behind her: "Why are you asking about a group of dying people? I can tell you, They will not succeed. To be precise, they will be over soon."

When the distance was close enough, Zelin suddenly realized that the fire in the middle of the pit did not come from a bonfire. The fire came from a metal fence on the ground. Under the fence was a mine tunnel with a fire element sealed in the mine tunnel.

Ordinary elves certainly can't do this, it means one thing.

There are warlocks who are proficient in summoning!

Chapter 2304: A Mine Full of Secrets

"Are there no traces of witch hunters around here?"

It is impossible for Ladovide to order a group of witch hunters to bring such important plague information to the uninhabited wilderness. Either there is a secret base for witch hunters, or someone will answer them: "Then have you seen it like eternity? Are people from the Church of Fire haunting nearby? Redanian soldiers?"

"If any of the members here and I see similar guys, we will guarantee that they will not see the sun the next day."

The black-haired elf grinned with bloodthirsty: "None of the Redanian soldiers are innocent. Don't tell me what they are doing. The boss's order is for them to arrest the elf villagers. But whether they can be caught is up to them. There are always some mentally abnormal humans who like to watch other people burn to death on wooden stakes, so I think the best way to correct them is to have them burned once. You can stay. Here, the quartermaster provides water and bread, and of course it costs money. You can leave when my spies come back."

Seeing the black-haired elf walking along the sloped mountain road to the upper mine entrance, accompanied by two archers, Zelin sighed. There are a lot of squirrel party members here, just in the mine pit, there are almost 30 people within Zelin's field of vision. He didn't know if there were more warriors in the underground tunnels that imprisoned the giants of the burning elements. Oil lamps were lit on both sides of the mine entrance above, and the black-haired elf and two entourage walked in. There must be more people inside.

Zelin believed that it was possible that all the elves nearby who were willing to join the squirrel party came here.

As he thought about it, he walked to the side of the debris pile. There are several boxes and sacks stacked next to them, containing drinks and bread, and even dried bacon.

Feeding hundreds of soldiers is not a simple matter, and the food consumed in a day is not a small amount. But the squirrel party here is not only not as hungry as in other places, but also full of food and drink and supplies. They must have enough food to support them for a longer time. But where did they get so much food? Many villages in Willen even only have one lunch a day to ensure that the grain can last until the next harvest.

"Hi, what are you going to do, Demon Hunter?"

An elf guarding the debris pile stopped the demon hunter: "The materials here are not allowed to be taken away at will, and they are not sold. If you want to find something, ask the quartermaster if he has anything extra to sell to you."

"I saw the Squirrel Party before, many years ago." Ze Lin took a step back and looked at the weapons and equipment in the pile of debris. There was a lot of scratches on one of the breastplates, but the red eagle of Redania that hadn't had time to be scratched could still be recognized. The other side of the iron shield was covered with a piece of hard leather, and the red on the edge indicated that this must be a shield that the Redanians would use. The Redanians have always liked red, just as the Tamorians like blue, and the Kodwin people can't wait to dye all their armors brown. "The Squirrel Party has always bought equipment and goods from private lords. I have never heard of the Squirrel Party selling goods."

"Times have changed." The elf said dryly, "If you don't buy it, don't keep watching."

"It's like you said just now that you will sell it." Zelin retracted his gaze. The Ridanians don’t have much equipment, but as a guerrilla, it’s not easy to get armor.

In the center of the mine, four elves surrounded the iron fence on the ground, obviously not allowing anyone outside to approach. Looking around, the demon hunter didn't notice any elves dressed up like warlocks.

Along the trail, Ze Lin walked towards the mine above. On the road, he always paid attention to the weapons and equipment on the side of the road. The long sword was inserted in the weapon rack. Only a few weapons had rust on them. Most of the weapons were well maintained, or in other words, they were very good. With the help of moonlight, the demon hunter accidentally noticed that the guard of a long sword was wrapped in leather, as if to block something, because he could see that the guard on the sword had artificially carved lines. It makes the user's grasp more stable, and there is no point in adding another circle of leather. This is not a cold December.

Looking around, someone was staring at him all the time. But the distance is far, that's enough.

He walked up quickly, put his fingers in the leather case, broke a little edge, and lowered his eyes.

"Hey, hey! Is the demon hunter short of money to switch to a thief?" An elf walked over, holding a blacksmith's hammer in one hand and wearing a brown leather apron: "This is our sword. Don't touch it casually."

"Sorry, I just think this sword is really good, much better than the broken sword on my waist." Zelin patted the ebony blade. He knows that Mefala can see it, but what about her: "Where did you get this from? Can you recommend a blacksmith to me? I'm really sorry, I often use swords. The quality of a sword will directly determine me. Whether you can defeat monsters or not is very important. After all, life is more precious than money."

"This is provided for us by kind people who don't want to see racial oppression. For safety reasons, you'd better not ask anything about the patron." The elf waved his hand: "Our leader invites you to prepare for the guest. To rest in the room, the water and bread are ready, and when the Iopheus you claimed arrives, you can leave here and continue hunting monsters elsewhere."

"Okay." Apparently the black-haired elf thought it would be too dangerous to leave the demon hunter outside. He was like a spy who inquired about the news: "Please lead the way."

But he has got the information he wants.

There is an eternal fire symbol on the handle of that sword, which is the standard equipment of the witch hunter.

There must be witch hunters here, or there were once.

When the sun rose from the other side of the horizon, Eofis walked into this huge camp, accompanied by two squirrel parties. When he noticed the demon hunter, he nodded and greeted him, and Zelin nodded slightly. This is a matter for the Squirrel Party. It is much easier to talk between elves than with outsiders like him. He raised his head and looked at the sky, the clouds were dyed orange by the rising sun. After he got the news, he could leave. He didn't know what kind of preparation Mahakhan had. The best result was that the wild hunt encountered in Willen was the last enemy to hunt down Xili.

He doesn't know why wild hunting does this, but wild hunting is his enemy, and the enemy wants to succeed, and there is no harm in destroying it. Not to mention the obvious benefits-the acquaintances he knows can be safe.

The meeting did not last as long as Zelin expected.

About half an hour later, Eofis appeared in front of Zelin, and he put his hands on the demon hunter: "Let's go, this is over for the time being."

"It's not so good?" He stood up, Eofes's face was bad: "They refused?"

"Yes, I refused, very simply, just like when I had put the arrow on the string, there was only one way left to shoot." Eofis pursed his mouth, his remaining one eye narrowed slightly, and said nothing. Hair.

After stepping out of the fence of the Devil's Pit, Eofis sipped angrily. He seldom showed such an expression, even after the Second Civil War ended and on the way to escape alone, he still did not forget to play a flute.

"They have more than 300 fighters here, but they are going to die for a completely impossible goal!"

Three hundred fighters who are good at archery, a force not to be underestimated, provided that they have thirty thousand arrows. But considering so many weapons and armors piled up in the mine, who knows how much equipment and supplies there are in the mine.

"What are they going to do?"

"They want to build a new Ed Genevell! Here!" Eofes stretched out his finger and pointed at the dirt under his feet: "Between Vizima and Novigrad!"

"Wait, I know Ed Geneville." Zelin frowned. "Isn't this the name of the fine settlement in the Valley of Flowers before Dole Bretanna was founded? They want to build a village here? A new elven village?"

"Do you think the purpose of summoning fighters is just to find a place to live together?" Eofis clenched his fists in both hands: "Ed Genevell is not a village, it is the kingdom of elves, Phila Vandre of the Silver Tower Ain Fidal is the last elf king. Of course, he is now the chief administrative officer of Enid Ann Galina, without the title of king, but he is still a royal family, not comparable to a female warlock canonized by humans. . Do you know what I mean? This is not a little squabbling in the forest. They want to retake the city and build a new kingdom."

"Strike the stone with the pebbles." Zelin concluded, "It's also very strange. A person may become a madman, but it is impossible to find so many people to go crazy with him at the same time. Fighting is not a joke, it will kill people, everyone of them is It is very likely to die."

"The emperor has 20,000 soldiers stationed in Vizima, and a complete siege division. Redania has 8,000 infantry and 3,000 heavy cavalry on the other side of the river." Eofis looked back. Devil's Pit, eyes tangled and unwilling: "What role can the three hundred people play in this war? They will all be wiped out before they get close to the city wall. Maybe they can kill a few soldiers from the transport team and rob supplies. But this is not a real war."

"But who made them think like this?" Zelin asked, "Are they still going to take Tritog?"

"No, Tritog is a simple city built by mankind later, and it does not even have a sewer system. It was after Ridania lost to Temoria in the war that the capital was moved from Novigrad to Tritog. "Iopheus said casually: "Otherwise, why would the king of Ridania like to stay in Osenfurt? But relying on them alone, it is impossible to win Tritog."

"This is basically a plan that was doomed to fail from the beginning." Eofes added.

Zelin was silent for a while, and shook his head: "No, Eofis, there is a problem here."

Chapter 2305 Revenge of the Squirrel Party

"What's the problem?"

"Did you see the warlock when you entered their camp?"

Eofis thought for a while, and quickly gave the answer: "I only saw warriors making arrows and maintaining weapons. I don't know the black-haired elf. She is not the former Squirrel Party officer. Wait, Do you know her? Will she be sent by Dole Bretner?"

"The black-haired female officer of Baihua Valley, I only know that there is one named Toluwell."

"I know Toruvill, she used to play under Phila Vandrei." Eofes showed a confused look: "You mean, this has nothing to do with Baihua Valley?"

"Hundred Flower Valley is dealing with another important thing." Zelin couldn't tell Eofis, Francisca was busy dealing with the mission from another world. This matter is not easy, she wants to let the alliance get some benefits, and then try her best to earn some benefits for her kingdom in this regard. Sending out a mission is definitely impossible to return without success, otherwise, when the matter is not over at all, they may be pushed to the northern kings and emperors.

So she wants to let the Alliance get a part of the benefits, and get what she needs in Azeroth. No matter how much you don't want to deal with them, direct rejection is undoubtedly the most stupid way.

"Moreover, their current focus is on Aden and Livia to consolidate border security."

"Can an ordinary elf do this?"