The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Hmm..." Zelin also stretched out his hand and shook the opponent's glove which was still glued to the white pulp. "We've seen it in the past, haven't we? During the Punishment Forest?"

The knight nodded and shook his arm vigorously, as if expressing joy.

"Ah, this is surprising. I don't think this place is suitable for traveling." Ze Lin released his hand and moved his aching fingers. "Did you just come here?"

The knight shook his head and stretched out five fingers.

"Have you been here for five days?"

The knight nodded, and white pulp splashed on his chest.

Zelin found that the comprehension skills he developed when interacting with trolls could be used in another world.

"That's great. If you say that, you should know the situation here. I'm here to find someone. Do you know a man with the appearance of a thief, a bald head in armor, and a young magician? They came here I have been here for a while, but I have never returned. I came here to find them."

The knight was silent for a while, as if thinking about something. After a while, the knight stretched out **** in his left hand, and then stretched out one finger in his right hand, shaking.

"You mean you've seen two, one of you haven't seen?"

The knight nodded vigorously.

There was a burst of joy in Zelin's heart, and he had to say that Goddess of Luck was still watching him in this terrible different world.

"Is it a thief? And a bald head in armor?" The liar Pachi and Greylat are friends, maybe they will act together.

The knight nodded first, then shook his head.

"I've only seen a thief, but haven't seen that bald head?"

The knight nodded again.

"This is really expected." Zelin sighed lightly. He didn't know why this person didn't see Pachi. Maybe he didn't see him. Maybe Pachi deceived other people just like his title. He didn't come here at all. The demon hunter does not know why Grelart considers this kind of person as a friend. "So, have you seen a magician and a thief come here? Do you know where they are now?"

The knight thought for a while, stretched out two fingers, made a walking gesture, then squared both hands, and made an upward movement. Finally, the knight raised his arm and pointed to the left side of the large library.

"You mean, there is a lift in that direction, and they went up through the lift?"

The knight applauded.

"It's not hard to understand." Zelin shrugged. Thinking, he took out a shimmering stone from his waist. "I found this near a crystalline lizard. Maybe it can help you and give it to you. They seem to call this thing a wedge. Stone? I don’t need it now anyway, you really helped me a lot."

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Following the direction pointed by the traveler, Zelin found an elevator. Similarly, under the inspiration of the knight, Zelin returned to the place where he had just killed the abyss knight, found a fairly complete helmet, took it off, and put it on his head. The heavy metal helmet was pressed on the eyebrows of the demon hunter, and the stale corpse smell lingered on the tip of his nose. Zelin hesitated, but in the end, wearing such a helmet compared with applying white paste of unknown origin to his face. He still chose the former.

Zelin didn't know why the knight came here, maybe to find someone, maybe to help the ashes here inherit the flame? Ash is still in the large library, but according to other people's descriptions of Ash, Zelin still doesn't want to see it. No emotion? Or rather moody? At least until now, most of the news about ashes that Zelin has heard is neutral or negative. Even Frid, who is an ashes, evaluates the existence of ashes as just a group of people who smell the smell of flames. Hounds that will swarm up. If possible, Zelin would like to find the people here as soon as possible, and then leave this terrible place with them.

The large library is enough to match this title. Zelin walked in the passage between the bookcases holding the lantern he found from the dead sage. The towering bookcases on both sides are almost four meters high, and each row is full of various books, which is not enough. The carpets, corners, or under the desks and chairs are full of books that have nowhere to store. I don’t know how much knowledge has been collected in this library, but now, this knowledge seems to have become a cursed monster, with pale arms waving wildly, trying to catch those who walked by the bookshelf and drag their souls into it. Books. This white fluorescent arm almost filled the entire passage from the left and right sides, and became the only light source in the gloomy corridor except for the lantern in the hands of the demon hunter.

However, the white slurry did work. The scratching arm passed through the body of the demon hunter, but it did not affect him in any way, allowing him to safely pass through the corridor of the large library.

"Well, it should be this elevator." Zelin stood by a rocker, bent down and looked at the corpse lying on the side of the elevator. The corpses and living corpses here are very complicated. There are knights and sacrifices in Losric, as well as sages and soldiers led by Prince Lorian. The priests must have teamed up to launch a counterattack, but apparently their attack plan failed. Although some knights re-entered near the king’s courtyard and in front of the large library, even temporarily broke through the gate, but according to the traces left on the scene, They only got here as far as they were, and they were repelled again.

However, compared with the other corpses on the ground, the corpse in front of Zelin's eyes was obviously dead just a short time later, and there was a broken mark on the wall behind the rocker. The demon hunter could already imagine the situation in his mind. The living corpse was hit by a magic arrow in the chest. The magic penetrated the enemy and left a trace on the wall. The person who casts the spell should be standing opposite the broken mark, which happens to be the elevator. When the corpse fell, it pressed on the rocker and pressed the rocker down.

"...Then the elevator went up with the attacker." Zelin stood under the elevator, raised his head and looked up. The black floor of the lift blocked the view. "The attacker can't find a way to get down."

There is no doubt that this just trapped the person on it.

Zelin pushed the corpse away from the rocker, grabbed the rocker and pushed it up. With the rumbling sound of the friction of the stone slabs, the elevator slowly descended, and finally fell steadily.

After drawing out the rune of the Kunen's seal, Zelin stood on the elevator, stepped on the movable pedal in the middle of the elevator, and the elevator that had just descended began to return to a higher level. Zelin didn't know who the person above was, let alone whether the person found that the elevator couldn't descend and left after looking for other passages. But there is nothing wrong with being careful, especially in such a dangerous place.

The elevator dragged the demon hunter up slowly, and before it was completely up, Zelin saw the corpse lying on the ground.

"Well...a lot of them."

These should be the sages nearby. They were killed, all due to magical attacks.

"Someone killed them, and then walked along..." Zelin looked left and right, and finally found the next corpse on a step leading to the upper right in the front. "...Go up this step. Greirat?!"

Zelin yelled, but the only response to him was the echo from the large library. It is impossible for a thief to be able to magic, that is to say, it should be the magician Obek who came here. He can only hope that Greylat will not be too confident in his stealing and concealment skills. The situation in the large library is completely different from the city of Losric.

Kicking away the corpse in front of him, Zelin walked up the steps. When he walked around the steps, he saw candlelight floating through the arch of the house directly in front, casting shadows on the wall next to him. Zelin stood in front of the arch and looked inside cautiously.

Unlike the other rooms, the room in front only has a bookcase leaning against the wall, and a long table with two tables in the middle. There are three exquisite silver candlesticks on the long table, and the white candles are still burning on the candlesticks. Obviously, this is not something that the living corpses will do, they will only keep simple habits, and lighting a candle in a dark place is beyond their ability.

The sound from the other side of the room attracted Zelin's attention.

Zelin, who was still standing in front of the arch and did not walk in, immediately hid his figure behind the porch. I saw a living corpse dressed like a sage staggering in from the other door of the room, and those withered and necrotic eyes scanned aimlessly. Zelin squeezed the hilt of the sword in his hand, ready to wait for the living corpse to walk into the arch in front of him, rush out from the corner and hit the enemy's head fiercely. However, he found that the situation was a little different from what he had expected. The living corpse held the candlestick and stopped, his sloppy eyes finally staying in front of the long table. Zelin didn't know if he could see anything with those eyes, just as he didn't know how the decayed living corpse found other living people, but it was not important, because many things in this world couldn't use common sense. Measure.

"...Damn it, what the **** is going on, what does it mean..."

When paying full attention to the situation in the room, the demon hunter suddenly heard a small distracting thought. He stretched his head along the edge, trying to keep himself from drawing the attention of the monsters in the room as much as possible. At this time, Zelin discovered that a man in a gray and white robe was sitting beside the long table. This man has black hair that is neatly combed back, and his hair is tied into a short whip behind his head. He is lowering his head and staring at the book in front of him. It seems that he is stumped by something on the book. Pause subconsciously scratched his cheek, and his other hand kept gesturing on the table. There were two dead corpses lying down beside him, but the focus on the books had obviously affected his judgment, so that he was indifferent to the newly-appearing corpses.

"...The effect of this magic, ah, it's wrong, it shouldn't be like this, it doesn't make sense..."

Facing the man who was immersed in the book, the living corpse slowly raised the short stick in his hand, and the tip of the stick began to emit the light of soul magic.

"...Is that so? Uh, unfortunately, I don't remember mentioning these in the Dragon Academy, but..."

"Stop!"

Zelin roared and jumped into the arch. The mage immersed in the book suddenly raised his head and looked at the demon hunter who suddenly broke in. He subconsciously bent down and wanted to reach out and grab the staff beside him. The magic arrows in the hands of the living corpses gathered and formed, and the monsters roared meaninglessly, but the soul magic turned in an arc and shot towards Zelin, which was closest to it. , Slammed **** the bookshelf behind him. The bookcase made an overwhelming noise, the old wood began to fall apart, the books inside were thrown out, and the scattered pages were flying like snowflakes. Zelin seemed to hear something. Maybe it was magic that hit the monster hidden in the bookcase, or maybe the bookcase itself was a cursed thing, but it didn't make much sense. Zelin slashed fiercely at the place where the living corpse was standing, but he cut nothing.

"Don't mess with that pile of books!" the mage yelled.

But it was too late. Five soul arrows shot towards Zelin. The demon hunter rolled and avoided three of them. The remaining two hit the long table. Two holes were blown out on the table. The book became torn apart. The living corpse floated away, maybe it was really drifting, maybe it was some strange spell. Its figure was faintly revealed between the pages of the flying book, and it raised its cane again, and the light of soul magic flickered. But this time, it failed to release any spells. A thick magical arrow slammed into the chest of the living corpse from the side. The living corpse was taken by the impact and flew out and crashed into another bookshelf, the bookshelf. Leaning over, the books inside fell like a waterfall, and the living corpse was buried underneath in the blink of an eye.

"Wait!"

The staff in the mage's hand flashed with the light of the magic arrow again, and Zelinbi drew out the rune of the Kunen's seal, but then he realized that the opponent was not the one he was aiming at. The magic arrow flew past the demon hunter, and a knight's living corpse just rushed into the door, and then flew back down the road that rushed over.

Zelin held the sword in a parry posture, and the flying fragments fell and fell on the head and shoulders of the demon hunter. In the end, he was sure that there was no roar of living corpses, and only the heavy breathing of the mage was left.

Chapter 1445: Obek of Peterheim

After confirming that there were no new enemies nearby, Zelin sighed lightly, and the wizard beside him waved his hands in disgust, immediately ran back to the table, and smashed away the broken pages that fell on it.

"Damn it, where's my book?! No, no! The book I found after a lot of work!"

"Can't you be sure where you are before looking for that book? You are Oubeck in Peterheim, right? I have come from the fire-passing sacrificial site and have been looking for you for a while." Zelin He directly stated his purpose and origin. In such a place, meaningless concealment will only bring unnecessary suspicion and conflict.

The magician, who was rummaging around the table and under the table, suddenly stopped. He raised his head suddenly. A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and then he turned into anger and vigilance.

"It's really amazing. I didn't expect someone to visit. Who are you? What are you doing? You have also seen it. This is my study room. If nothing happens, I want to continue reading quietly." His gaze swept across the hunter. Demon hunter's fingers. "Where's your ring?"