The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"In fact, think about it, they are also based on this idea." Zelin said: "They may also be thinking about taking care of your business for more than 50 years, but when you turn around, you go to the black man who killed their relatives. I suggest you solve this matter quickly. Either follow the man in black or clear the misunderstanding, otherwise no one knows whether the next one is from the guerrillas. And Nep does have one. Money, he just sold part of his mother's things."

"...Well, then I'll do what you say." The dwarf scratched his beard: "I really don't understand, how come the black man makes the humans here so inexplicable. They didn’t need to fight against the men in black at all. First, young people ran to Vizima to join the army in droves, and they all died. What do you think they did? , Who is the tax to whom is different? When the people in black come, stay at home honestly, as if Tamoria does not exist, abide by another set of laws, so that no one will die. What they want is Food is not human life, and the slave hunting team will not arrest people on the outskirts of Vizima. These people have nothing to do with them. They are so excited about what they do all day."

As he said, the dwarf sighed: "I really don't understand what these humans are thinking all day. There are so many ruined kingdoms, and there is no shortage of these two. Life has to go on, a king on his head, and the farmer pays the next day. They have to continue farming, just like before, and as a result, these farmers look like they will be able to live a worry-free life immediately after Foltest returns."

"It's best not to say that when you see other people." Zelin deliberately warned: "I don't know, this is probably patriotism. Good luck, dwarf."

"Wait, the demon hunter, anyway, you helped me find the arsonist, and I will pay you as agreed." Then, the dwarf took out a small bag of coins: "Not much, but it's almost the same. You should be worthy of you. Work."

Chapter 2350 Departure

The next day, when Zelin was facing the morning sun, riding a horse to leave the white orchard. He heard that the blacksmith had gone to talk to the village chief, but in the end there was no one in black to take anyone away. It was just that the grain sent by the village chief was mixed with a lot of soil, and the local garrison commander was severely pumped. A whip.

However, the local people are very supportive of the village chief's approach.

"What is this?"

"Some ghouls." Geralt shrugged and put the long sword into the scabbard: "When I went to buy the materials for making potions, the local herbalist told me that there is a fisherman's wharf here, but it was occupied by monsters. , People had to flee. So I rushed over to deal with some ghouls here."

"The ghoul by the water is really rare." Zelin scratched the corner of his mouth: "How is the Griffin beast?"

"I'm afraid I have to do it tomorrow. Vesemir found a suitable site. There is a wheat field to the west of the White Orchard. It is open and without forest. It is easy to chase and will not cause casualties. But the owner of the wheat field is still in the mill today. Only to leave." Geralt raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the wheat field: "Moreover, it is far from the river, and the Griffin will not fly over the river."

"Is this a commission from the Nilfgaards?"

Zelin looked at the fisherman's hut. The villagers who had returned were sitting in front of the sawing table, sawing boards to repair the house. The three fishermen knelt and sat in front of the idols on the side of the road, worshipping the gods they believed in.

"No, they only entrusted the Griffins, because the Griffins attacked the patrol." Geralt's tone was a little ironic. At last year's Lomune summit, he had always had no good expressions on the Nilfgaards. : "The herbalist told me that many settlements here have been attacked by monsters. Many people are scattered in the wild, homeless."

"A good opportunity for the slave hunting team." Zelin shrugged.

"You want to return to Mahakam?"

"Yes, but I have to go to Island first."

"Iland? Are you going to Nanica's monastery?"

"Definitely."

Some time ago, Virginia went to Island Abbey to visit the plant greenhouse. Nanika allowed her to look over the books in the library of the monastery. Anyway, Zelin would also like to thank her. Island Abbey is the center of Meritelli faith on the mainland and the largest monastery in the north. It has been established for hundreds of years. It is said that the clerks of the monastery are responsible for recording all the things that happened on this continent, including many secrets that are difficult for ordinary people to know.

"The monastery here is a nun who was expelled by Nanica. If you can, you can help her and ask if Nanica allows her to go back now."

"No problem, I will." Zelin nodded.

"Do you have a swallow potion?"

"Swallow? Are you hurt?"

"No, that herbalist had a patient who was attacked by a griffon and was injured very badly. Last year, when I was going to a competitive meeting, I encountered a knight who was attacked by a ghost on the way. He was injured. Now, life is hanging by a thread, I gave him the swallow potion and saved him one."

"There is no need to use swallows." After Zelin understood Geralt's thoughts, he reached out and touched the package behind him: "I have a safer potion here that can be used on ordinary people."

"Is it really that effective?" Geralt was a little skeptical: "I haven't heard of it. For ordinary people, drinking a potion that can immediately recover from their injuries."

"It won't be as effective for demon hunters as White Lafada, but for ordinary humans, it may be enough."

Leaving the Baiguoyuan and continuing eastward, the village gradually became scarce, replaced by more trees with corpses hanging and the remains of the burned village. On the endless plain, from time to time you can see patches of burnt black, and flesh and blood corpses are scattered among the camps, horse-riding piles, and the destroyed trebuchet. The snow melted to reveal the corpses buried underneath in winter, and the battlefield remains like ugly scars on the ground, turned into a banquet hall for scavengers.

Zelin bypassed the battlefield, there were hardly anyone here. The army destroyed all the villages along the way. Perhaps the army had fought in these stone and red brick villages. This was once the wealthiest place in Tamoria, but now only the rampant ghouls and charred walls remain.

After blowing the whistle, it didn't take long for the sound of flapping wings to reach the ears of the demon hunter. Draw a gesture of Yaksi Fayin to calm the mount. The black shadow of the Griffon fell to the ground and circled in the sky above. The Griffon landed next to Zelin, lowered his head, and touched it with his beak. Zelin's shoulders.

"Okay, it's time to go."

Zelin stroked the feathers of the griffon. He didn't know whether the griffon could hear him, but the people of Azeroth said that this smart creature knew what the owner would ask them to do: "But not back to Maha. Ken, we have to go to Island first. Do you have any thoughts after finding Ciri?"

"Hiri..." Geralt sighed lightly: "I don't know. Maybe it's taking her back to Kyle Morhan, maybe to other places. As long as she wants, as long as she needs me , I will go to the ends of the world with her."

"What about wild hunting?"

Geralt fell silent.

"If Wild Hunt wants to catch Xili." His voice was firm: "You have to step over my corpse."

"If you are in trouble, go find me."

Geralt patted Zelin on the shoulder.

"Thank you."

Before leaving, Zelin didn't forget to return to the hotel and fill the water bag. By the way, he reminded the proprietress of the hotel that it is best to wait until there are no guests at night before removing the white lily coat of arms from the wall. Keeping it will cause her trouble, but never take it away in front of guests. If someone asks why the coat of arms disappeared in the future, just say that it was confiscated by the man in black. They will not go to people in black to verify, and they will not doubt whether it is true or false.

All the way to the east, there was only Zelin on the road, riding a horse. At dusk, the sky became gloomy, and the wind was caught in the flying sand, which quickly turned into uncomfortable drizzle. Along the way, villages shrouded by war can be seen everywhere beside the road. The villages are turned into rubble and rubble by the flames. After passing by the settlements, the settlements are also razed to the ground and turned into scorched earth. The rain washes and emits a rancid smell. There are corpses all over the place. Flocks of crows pecking at the corpse, circling and flying over the ruins.

Standing at a three-way intersection, Zelin saw a castle from a distance. He approached, the castle had been turned into ruins, and there were traces of splashing blood remaining on the gate and the outer wall. After thinking about it in his mind for a while, he suddenly realized that this seemed to be the castle of the Earl of Malaville.

Chapter 2351 The Call of Island City

Thunder accompanied by lightning, shattered waves of pale lightning into the gloomy castle. Leading the horse, walked into the gate of the abandoned castle, behind him, the sound of rain was pattering.

He came once at this time last year. He doesn't know what happened here, but many things will happen in a year.

There are no traces of battle outside the castle, and all the blood stains are distributed in front of a wall, like the execution ground for the execution of prisoners. Crushed stones were scattered on the ground, and Zelin sat on one of the rocks and lit the collected wood sticks with the Ignatius seal to keep warm.

That night, two ghouls tried to attack, but Zelin didn't sleep at all. He knew that sleeping in the ruins of the wilderness was tantamount to suicide. After killing the two ghouls, he found a corpse on the second floor of the castle. The corpse was hung from a scale. It was rotten and purple. A line of words was engraved on his belly with a dagger. Zelin put him down, white pus swelled above his eyeballs, a word was engraved on his forehead, and the scar had been dyed yellow by the thick water.

Traitor.

There were a total of fifteen corpses, and Zelin set fire to them.

The fire leaped in the golden pupils of the demon hunter.

He set off early the next morning, the land was soaked by rain, and the country roads became muddy and difficult to navigate. The forest in the distance was covered with thin rain and mist, and he saw more battlefields along the way. The closer to Ailand, the more traces of the battlefield. A large number of conflicts broke out between the men in black and the Tamorian army at the border of Aland. The former had been trying to eliminate the last Temorian forces before winter, but they could only stop at Aland.

At sunset, with his back facing the setting sun of Island City, the shadow enveloped the scarred city wall.

"Who is there?!"

Riding a horse, walked to the gate of Ailand, the guard on the wall holding a torch, staring at the approaching Zelin warily. There is an archer with a crossbow on each side of the guard.

"I'm a demon hunter." Zelin took the reins: "I want to go to Island City."

"The door is closed tonight!" The guard above shouted loudly: "If you want to enter the city, you have to wait until tomorrow!"

"When will the city gate open?"

Zelin asked again. He doesn't expect the guards to open the door specifically for him, and some regulations can't be broken casually.