The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The vicissitudes of life.

"I really hope those people have died in the shock of time." Gnaiya also looked around. "This way we won't have so much trouble."

"No, I think your hopes may be lost."

Zelin's line of sight first saw a black trace spreading on the sand dune, and then he saw a figure that left a trace. A figure crawling on the ground came into view.

"...Ah, Feliano, help..."

The withered man with the crown crawled slowly on the ground, stretched out his hand laboriously, and crawled towards the direction of Felianuoer's bedroom. The dilapidated gray robe rubbed a long tortuous black mark on the ground. When Zelin approached, he heard the hoarse voice of the dry man.

"... was eaten by the red bandana..."

"...Our dark soul was eaten..."

The man crawled towards Felianor's bedroom, as if only there was his goal, turning a blind eye to Zelin and Gnaiya who appeared nearby. Perhaps, there was nothing under his black eye sockets.

"...Ferlenor, help..."

The first thousand and ninety-nine chapters devour the soul

"This person..."

Gnaiya frowned slightly as she watched the figure crawling on the ground. "Did we see it when we entered Huan Yin City?"

"Maybe it is." Zelin watched the figure crawling past him. He shook his head and sighed lightly. Afterwards, he raised his head, looked at the marks left on the ground, and walked in the opposite direction.

"If you don't ask, what's the matter?" Gnaiya looked at the skinny man crawling towards Felinor's bedroom in a puzzled manner. Seeing Zelin walk away, she ran up two steps and asked. "It may know who the invaders are."

"It doesn't make much sense, Gnaiya." Zelin glanced at the figure that had disappeared to the north of the sand dune. The traces on the ground were like long snakes, spreading all the way and disappearing into the ruins not far away. "Our goal may be ahead."

Regardless of whether the man who just drifted past was the one they met before entering Huan Yin City, they all wore the same attire, with a crown. The style of the crown was similar to that of Rudos, plus the resentment and Lu Dao of the gods. Dawes description can resist the erosion of time without dying. Demon hunters can almost guess who these people are wearing gray robes and crowns.

They are the dwarven kings.

Zelin didn't know what happened to them, obviously they were attacked and then defeated by the invaders. But it was really funny. They were hiding in the shadows and cursing the gods. They were about to die now, but they crawled over again, begging the gods for help. For some reason, Zelin suddenly felt that Ge Wen was right to seal this group of human kings in Ring City. Maybe Rudos accepted Ge Wen canonization precisely because he had seen through his colleagues. But it is a pity that Rudos can't change much. The few are always ostracized and banished, regardless of whether their views are correct or not.

Zelin pulled out the ebony blade from his waist as he walked.

Red bandana...

He was thinking.

Who is the red turban?

There was only one knight with a red turban he knew, and that was Gail. The red turban swallowed their dark souls? What is going on here?

However, Zelin didn't know that when the Dwarf King climbed over the sand dunes and saw the frustrated Felanor's bedroom not far away, he also saw the maid Sheila who was guarding there.

"...Felenoir, save me..."

Sheila still has a gentle expression on her face, maybe as a maid, her face will only have this kind of gentle and polite appearance. The dwarf king was still crawling forward, crawling past Sheila. As usual, Sheila bent down slightly, like a maid should do. Then, she raised the gun in her hand, and when the Dwarf King was unaware, she slammed behind it. Go on!

The dwarf king's body trembled, and his body curled up in pain.

"You are so sinister, yet you can avoid the anger of the gods in Huan Yin City, and you can linger, thanks to the gift of Her Royal Highness Princess Felanor."

Sheila drew her gun and stabbed it again.

"However, if you ask the princess for help, the princess must be kind and provide you with refuge. This is not a gift that the rebellious thief deserves."

The dwarf strenuously stretched his hand forward, and Felanor’s bedroom was less than thirty meters away, but the spear nailed him to the sand dune.

"I shouldn’t be the master of the princess, it’s a crime that deserves death, but I have to do so and share my worries for the princess. I also hope you don’t resent, I am so incompetent that I can’t find the best of both worlds, so I can only expect your forgiveness. ."

With that said, Sheila drew out her weapon again, using the wide tip of the gun as a hammer, aimed it at the dwarf king's skull-like head, and smashed it down fiercely.

The dwarf king who had lost his dark soul was just an ordinary human, and his fragile body became riddled under the attack of the huge spear. In the end, Sheila retracted her hand and put the spear back behind her back. When she was about to leave and return to Princess Ferienor's bedroom, she seemed to have suddenly thought of something. She turned around, bowed slightly to the dead dwarf king, and then kicked the corpse. The corpse rolled down the sand dunes, and was soon buried by the gravel contaminated on the body.

After the princess recovers, she doesn't need to see these.

Sheila raised her head and looked in the direction where the Dwarf King had climbed over. It was in the direction of the tall tower where the other Dwarf Kings had been imprisoned in the past. Perhaps it was because they were in the tower that they could escape under the impact of time. , Instead of being buried in the sand. Sheila once again regretted why she had considered avoiding the dwarven kings from contacting the abyss and placed them on the highest spire independent of the city.

But what Sheila didn't know was that in the ruins of the spire of the dwarven kings, Zelin saw an unexpected but not so unexpected person.

Zelin had just walked to the half-collapsed archway of the spire, when a dark figure suddenly flew over. The demon hunter dodged subconsciously, only to realize that it was not a weapon but a corpse flying over. The corpse hit the arch, and the crumbling arch completely collapsed and knocked down a nearby stone wall, raising a large amount of dust.

Zelin raised his hand and covered the tip of his nose. He walked a few steps inside, over the gravel on the ground, and the first thing he saw was the corpses lying on the ground in various directions. There were more corpses, almost seven. They are all wearing similar gray robes, but now their robes are already in tatters, covered with sword marks. Behind a raised sand dune, there were horrible sounds and strange tearing sounds, like a butcher tearing its prey, or a successful leopard hunting, tasting his own harvest.

"What's in here?" Gnaiya frowned slightly. "It feels really bad."

"Gnaiya."

"I'm listening."

"Next, no matter what happens, if I don't say anything directly, don't attack anyone at will."

"I'm not a lunatic, but why do you say that?" Gnaiya frowned slightly. "What did you find?"

Another corpse was thrown out from behind the sand dunes and fell to the ground. After rolling on the ground twice, its limbs spread out, revealing the dry and ugly cheeks of another dwarf king. Like a used garbage, it was thrown on the ground casually. This time, the tearing sound disappeared, and with the sound of slight footsteps, a red headscarf appeared behind the dunes, followed by Galna who was much larger than normal. His height is almost three meters now, and the pressure from his body makes it difficult for him to straighten up. He can only bend over, carry the giant sword on his shoulders, and support the ground with his other hand. Gail raised his head, revealing those turbid eyes under the red turban, and finally locked onto the demon hunter.

"Ah, it's you, you're still there."

Seeing him now, Zelin narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Gail..."

The first thousand five hundred chapters of black dye

"Gail... I need an explanation."

Compared with the Demon Hunter, Gael's height is almost three meters, even if he is kneeling on the ground, his line of sight must exceed Zelin's forehead. The slave knight panted heavily, the armor on his chest had been distorted and deformed due to the swelling size, and it was covered with rust stains. The heavy sword was stained with some black blood, the blood mixed with rust, and the tattered red turban was draped over his shoulders, and the red turban could no longer hide the mess of dry and white hair. He was so old that he was in a daze. Zelin thought that Gael in front of him and the old knight who was in front of the secluded church and asked him to go to the world in the painting to protect the young lady from Fried's hands were different.

"Ah...you shouldn't have come back." Gail covered his forehead and said nothing. "Ah, wouldn't it be nice to stay in the illusion and then leave?"

"You know me, Gail, I don't stand by when I see someone in trouble, and I can help." Zelin stretched out his hand. "Otherwise, I wouldn't help you when I was in the quiet church."

A battle must have erupted here, but the traces of the battle on the ground have long been buried by the wind and sand, and only the destroyed stone wall and the throne are telling how fierce the battle erupted before Zelin arrived here. The demon hunters don’t know how the dwarf king was defeated, maybe their power has been weakened, maybe Gwen was prepared when they imprisoned them, otherwise so many dwarf kings, only by Felianuoer and Sheila couldn't handle it. But now, they are indeed dead, losing the king's soul, these corpses are just corpses.

"What do you want to know?" Gal said, and he clutched his abdomen, as if suppressing some kind of pain. "This place is worse than Youxian Church. I thought there would be no worse meeting place than then. Cough cough cough." He coughed heavily, lowered his head, and gradually clenched his hands on his abdomen into fists. "Help me again, will, give the black dye to the eldest lady."

"I can't be a postman without knowing anything." Zelin said, and he stretched out his left hand to Gail. "Is this something you planned before? Come to Huan Yin City, break the seal, and take the Soul of Darkness? Everything?"

"No, I'm looking for the Dark Soul, but I didn't know how to find it before." Gal shook his head, his head lowered deeper. "This is not important. The blood of the dark soul is the dye that the eldest lady needs. The blood of the king of the dwarf crowd has dried up. I must...must..."

"Why does the eldest lady have to use black dye to draw a new picture?" Zelin took a step forward. "Why is it necessary to have the Soul of Darkness?"

Gail took a step back, as if to get away from Zelin, he shook his head. "This is Missy's decision, um...you can't question Missy for this, no, you don't want to hurt Missy for this!"