The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Cough cough cough...Zelin?" This was Gnaiya's voice.

"I'm here." Zelin waved his hand and waved away the blowing sand in front of him.

The world seemed to be quiet.

"Have you succeeded?"

"I don't know." The demon hunter held the sword and carefully fumbled in the direction where Gail was. The blowing sand made his visible range of no more than five meters. He didn't know if Gail was still alive, but such an explosion could make it possible. Any flesh and blood creatures were blown to pieces. "Be careful, we haven't..."

Suddenly, the ear of the demon hunter caught an unusual sound of wind.

For a moment, Zelin's pupils shrank to the limit. Under the stimulation of the snowstorm potion, everything around him seemed to slow down, the slowly falling gravel, the dust drifting away with the wind, and the sound of the wind around his ears. The sharp whistling sound was gradually elongated and turned into a kind of melodious and soft sound.

But only one did not slow down.

It is the red headscarf that appeared in the sand.

First is the turban that has been so dim, then Gail's black beard stained with blood, and then his deadly long sword, pointed directly at the chest of the demon hunter!

It was so fast that Zelin didn't have any thoughts in his mind. In other words, there is only one thought left in his mind. But the body that has experienced many battles has already subconsciously started to react. Suddenly, he seems to be just a bystander outside the incident, watching a swordsman launch a surprise attack on another swordsman. The swordsman in the red turban stretched his sword forward. The blood-red blade seemed to be jumping for joy, and like a poisonous snake leaping towards its prey, excited to be able to get a big meal and drink blood. The swordsman in green clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand and assumed a stabbing posture. There was no fancy or any skill at all. He raised the sword in the simplest way and stab forward with all his strength. Go.

The ebony blade and the blood red sword crossed past. In any case, the length of the ebony blade was hard to compare with that sword.

Then, there was the sound of a sword piercing into the flesh.

But it was not the green swordsman who was penetrated.

"...Gail?"

With a click--

The blood red sword fell heavily on the sand. The ebony blade pierced Gail's chest, and then pierced out of the cloak behind him.

Gail's entire body was leaning against the Demon Hunter, and his long warped armour was placed on Zelin's shoulders. Zelin didn't make any movement, he heard a hoarse sound that was hard to recognize.

"Give my blood... to the eldest... protect her..."

Zelin released his hand, and Gael took two steps back. He looked down at the ebony blade stuck in his chest, and then at the demon hunter. In these turbid eyes, Ze Lin saw a trace of clearness. When the blood red sword was about to penetrate Zelin, Gal slammed his hand and changed the direction of the stabbing.

"Swear to me..." A trace of pain flashed in Gal's eyes, and more blood was flowing down the scars all over his body, staining the ground black. "I can't... stay awake for too long..."

"You..."

"Quick!"

"I promise you that I will protect her like you." Zelin stared at Gail in a daze, and said his vow. Gail was not mad, he struggled and wrestled with madness until his death "But you..."

The demon hunter stretched out his hand. He wanted to grab Gail's hand and his cloak, but he caught it empty.

Gail fell backward, fell heavily in his own pool of blood, and slowly closed his eyes.

Chapter 1504 Taboo The Son of Darkness

It's over.

In the end it was over.

The dark clouds dissipated, leaving only the old sunset.

The blood of the dark soul.

This is what Gail left behind.

Everyone else has returned, ready to leave. Zelin sat on the spot, looking at Gal who fell on the ground, he didn't know what to say, and he didn't know what to think. Hefless was stabbed heavily, but after all, he was undead. As long as he was not killed by a single blow, he would not die so easily. Zelin still remembered that in Zhuoyi's settlement, there were two bottles of elemental ingredients. Compared with the undead amulet that restrained the undead from hunting and killing the undead, this was a divine weapon to save the undead. After they arrived at the gathering, Horvoles should be able to recover.

But ah.

Zelin looked at Gal who fell on the ground, he fumbled for a while, and took out a hip flask from his waist. To be honest, he hates this kind of thing the most. Being entrusted to help in the past, I will most likely tell the people who are waiting at home and tell them the news of the death of the people who are waiting. He really doesn't like this. Shook the kettle and found that it was empty. Shaking his head, Zelin sighed heavily.

Blood of the Dark Soul, he didn't tell other people about it, only he and Gal knew. He didn't want to let others know about these things. It was unnecessary. Gal didn't believe in the gods of Yanorrond, and Zelin didn't know what the eldest lady wanted to paint with the blood of the dark soul. But he will figure out what kind of paintings Gail has to make such sacrifices.

The yellow sand is blown by the howling cold wind, like a wavy sea, the sand dune is not one layer unchanged, it is moving and buried. Zelin looked around, and who could have imagined what a magnificent city this piece of ruins half-hidden under the yellow sand was once inhabited by a group of dwarf kings. Maybe, thousands of years later, a group of adventurers will come here and accidentally discover a civilization buried under the yellow sand, and then attract groups of scholars and researchers, just like the adventurers were in the Blue Mountains. Like the ancient city left by the lizardmen, they published various academic papers to form one school after another, and then used this to ask for research funds from the royal council in an open manner. How many people will be able to feed the ruins below.

Of course, the premise of all this is that someone will be alive at that time.

"How do lightning and lightning strikes?" A voice came from behind Zelin. Zelin didn't need to look at it to know that this must be the witch Kalura. "I said, people who don't follow the correct opinions will be struck by lightning."

"You already know what's here, right?" Zelin stood up and patted the sand on his body and hair. "You already knew that there is a dark soul here, and what black dye is?"

"I'm a smart person." Calula said without humility. "But I don't know everything in the world, and I don't know what your friend wants to do, but I know that you are in distress, how to take away the blood of this dark soul, right?"

"Where are the others?"

"They are going to leave, originally intending to call you, but I think you must have encountered some troubles, some troubles that are inconvenient to tell other people. The troubles that can be seen in Huan Yin City must be the Dark Soul. So I told Gnaya to let her be there for a while. No one will pay attention to a magician who looks sick, so I can come over."

"Who on earth are you?"

"I have said that I am the forbidden son of darkness. I was born in the darkness. Tell me about the blood of the dark soul, and what are you thinking? I have to think that Ganya can be in a group of eager It took too long for those who left."

"I need to bring the blood of the dark soul, but I can't. I'm not an undead, and..." Zelin paused. "I don't want to touch these things either. But I have to take it away. I have vowed to do it, so I'm thinking what to do."

This is not simple blood. Put it in a bottle? He really doubted whether it would still work when it was brought to Eredel in this way. He must be cautious.

"Is it just that?" Calula gave a mysterious smile. "You and this knight are friends. You are because you don't know how to explain to the knight's surviving relatives, right?". Looking at Zelin's scrutiny gaze, Calula shook her head. "Don't feel sad about this. You and Gnaiya are both the same kind of people. They are everyone who wants to meet. All the good people you know can survive and survive the disaster without incident. Sometimes you may even sacrifice some. For your own interests, you are truly good people. To be honest, I thought that people like you have disappeared in this world."

With that, Calula put her hand on Zelin's shoulder. "There are more people in this world who need you. Don’t stop because of one or two failures, one or two setbacks. Maybe my words are too selfish, but I have to say that there may be many who can survive. People who didn’t get timely help died, just like if you didn’t go to Irushiel and Ganya didn’t enter Iroshiel’s underground prison for this reason, I might still die in the jail.”

"But you can also become the same person as me. It's not difficult. Just stop for a while when passing by, listen to what people are saying, what people are complaining about, and then think about whether you have anything Whatever you can, you can help them.” The demon hunter walked between the village and the castle, looking for people in need, listening to their complaints and descriptions, stopping at the place covered with help signs, and standing outside the fence of the cottage. , To consult if anyone here needs a demon hunter and curse expert, this is his job, the most things he has done in decades of life. "I'm not as great as you said, Carula, maybe Gneya is like this, but I am not. For me, it's just a professional habit. Like you said, I may be just a person, suffering from an occupational disease. , Some delirious idiots."

"But, smart people, it's hard to be a little stupid." Calula smiled bitterly. "In this world, I am afraid that there are not so many smart people. But it is said that if you stay with stupid people for a long time, smart people will become stupid. This time, let me help you."

"What?"

"Blood of the Dark Soul." Calula walked to Gael's side, knelt down and sat aside, holding her hands slightly as if holding something. "I'm very happy that you didn't really treat it as ordinary blood. You must make it a part of you, otherwise, it will dry up like the blood in the body of the Dwarf King. Not everyone can bear this blood. Give it to me the strength and pressure it brings, I think what else can I do with my ugly and twisted body."

"Wait, this..."

"Don't worry."

Something was surrounding Calula, a cloud of looming darkness. The witch's black pupils became darker, and her white face gradually paled. "I am a forbidden son of darkness. I was born in the darkness. An overly powerful soul will swallow a person’s reason and distort a person’s body. Some powerful people can still maintain their normal state after acquiring a soul beyond their own strength. Some people No, maybe I can hold on for a while, uh...it feels really bad."

The witch took a deep breath, and her body was trembling uncontrollably. She hugged herself tightly with her hands. After a few seconds, she slowly calmed down.

"I don't know how this knight endured it. I feel... I feel like I've been chopped up a little bit, this is just a part. Oh, well, don't worry, I'm fine, I can hold on Go down. Oh, please, help me, just once."

Zelin helped Calula to stand up as if she had just been seriously ill. She took a deep breath, and then gently, but firmly pushed the Demon Hunter away.

"I can go. We should start." The witch suddenly smiled. "You should thank Gnaiya a little bit more."