The Journey of the Demon Hunter

And, more importantly, why did these thugs know the location of Kyle Morkhan and can accurately find the entrance to the underground laboratory?

There are too many questions.

"How long is there?" The professor paced back and forth in the laboratory nervously, pushing his glasses nervously, as if they had thorns: "It's been so long, and Zafra and his stupid guys resisted. It won’t be long, these mutants are cold-blooded killers, and we can’t delay it for too long.”

The laboratory is rectangular, with four stone pillars in the middle. The flames hanging on each stone pillar emit a faint fire light, illuminating the moist lapis lazuli vault. In the middle of the vault, a pterodactyl is hung. Bones. This is underground. The air in the laboratory is very humid. All the sheepskin rolls are sealed in stone cabinets and locked by iron cables. But now, these chains have been broken, the broken buckles scattered on the ground, the drawers of the stone cabinet were roughly pulled out and thrown on the ground, and the papers inside were thrown on the ground at will.

"Don't worry about my progress, the mutagen is ready. The demon hunter has written too many pronouns and symbols in their scrolls. I have to figure them out, but when I take away all their materials and scrolls Later, their secret is nothing in front of the alchemist hired by the employer."

"Then why are we wasting time here? It would be nice to let Zafra die. There is a female warlock here. He can't win, and we can't defeat so many witch hunters and one female warlock. , Damn it, isn't it that in April, basically all the Demon Hunters will leave Kyle Morhan?"

If there are only one or two demon hunters, the professor is confident enough that the manpower he brings can hold the time, but now, with so many demon hunters and female warlocks, he does not think that only those mobs can fight Them.

"You're just scared." Azhar held a yellowed sheepskin roll in his hand and looked carefully. "You are trembling, you complain that Safra will take everything from you and leave you nothing, you are worried that he will take the credit and make you nothing. But you forgot, here is the most important thing. No matter what Zafra has done, it is not as good as the demon hunter who blocked entry here. The employer will tell who will give more rewards. Or, you will be because of a separate demon hunter, because Feeling scared when the white wolf himself appears?"

"No, the white wolf you just mentioned is a famous killer. I will be happy to challenge him."

"You may be disappointed." Zelin walked into the rectangular laboratory. He raised the ebony blade and grinned at the two people inside with a cruel expression. "It's not White Wolf who is going to challenge you, it's me, Professor."

The professor turned around, facing the demon hunter who broke in, holding up the crossbow that had been on his back before.

"I think I may have some fate with you, Professor, because in the anchorage village, a wanted man was killed before, and he also called himself a professor." Zelin carefully adjusted his pace, looking at the end of the crossbow, the arrow reflected With a weird light, poison must be smeared on it. But he focused more on the unknown mage next to the professor. His attire was strange, unlike the people on this continent. He looked like a Serekhanian, a dark-skinned desert. Nation. "Why can't you go down to the ground and exchange your experience with his dead soul?"

"No, I think you should go to the ground and tell him that the professor's name now belongs to another person, a killer who is stronger than him and can kill the demon hunter."

The professor suddenly tilted his head, and his glasses reflected the light of the torch and shot directly at the pupil of the demon hunter. Zelin narrowed his eyes slightly. This was exactly the opportunity the professor was looking for.

With a hum--

The arrow flew out, taking Zelin's forehead straight.

The demon hunter didn't swing his sword, he jumped straight up. A triumphant smile was drawn on the corner of the professor's mouth. He had fought many powerful swordsmen, but no one would have thought that the beginning of the attack was the light reflected by the glasses, which would make the enemy blink. As we all know, a man with distracted energy. It is impossible to avoid crossbow arrows fired at close range. No matter how powerful a swordsman is, it is impossible, nor is it possible for a demon hunter, even if they are mutants.

The arrow crossed the air, and the demon hunter didn't mean to dodge. He couldn't dodge in the air, and his sword was still attacking. The professor almost started to celebrate his victory in his heart.

Then there was a long, crisp metal crashing sound. The professor’s crossbow bolt was bounced into the air and rolled several times in a row. Finally, it hit the pterodactyl skeleton hanging on the vault with a slap, and fell into two pieces spread out. Between the sheepskin rolls.

The demon hunter’s sword continued to move forward. The professor vaguely noticed a silver sword shadow behind Zelin, but he had no time to think about it. The habit he had cultivated over the years of fighting made his brain react before the body began to do it subconsciously. Dodge action.

Then there was the muffled sound of the blade cutting the body.

The professor started screaming.

The ebony blade ran across his abdomen, he clutched his stomach and wanted to retreat, but Zelin didn't plan to let him go. The ebony blade continued to chase, and at the same time the silver sword shadow that bounced off the arrow appeared again. When the ebony blade pierced the professor's chest, it stroked the professor's neck from left to right.

"Be careful! Waste!"

The corner of his eyes noticed the movements of the magician around him, Zelin tapped the ground with his toes and quickly backed away. The next moment, the ground thorns formed by the electric light rose from the ground, and the pterodactyl skeleton on the vault was hit again. The stent eroded by the years finally couldn't hold on, and the bone specimens shook down, and a pile of petri dishes was shaken. Smashed between the glass bottle. The professor avoided Maria's attack, but he was hit on the shoulder and the blood flowed.

"Help me, Aza!"

Aza waved his hand vigorously, and a blue portal suddenly appeared behind them.

"I took the mutagen, retreat!"

Zelin wanted to chase, he was not afraid of the electric current, he drew the rune of the Kunen's seal. But at this moment, Azhar didn't know what spell he had read, and a group of extremely dazzling light sources suddenly appeared in the laboratory. The dazzling white light made the demon hunter feel as if he was looking directly at the sun.

Zelin stepped back a few steps, and the light became brighter and brighter, so that only this white light remained in the entire laboratory, completely engulfing the shadows of the professor and Aza.

"This is not over yet, Demon Hunter!"

Zelin heard the threat from the professor before he escaped, so he took a deep breath, his hands interlaced, and the rune of Ignifa Seal appeared in his palm. Then, a stream of flames gushed out, and he heard a scream.

After that, Guang Guang disappeared with the professor and Aza's figure, leaving only a messy laboratory.

Chapter 1532: The Secret of Loss

The dark secret room was suddenly illuminated by the blue portal light.

The first person to appear was Azhar, he jumped out of the portal and landed firmly on the ground. He looked at the sheepskin roll in his hand and the glass bottle with the light green potion, and laughed loudly.

They succeeded.

The green grass trial formula of the demon hunter, as well as the mutagen to make mutants. As for how many people they will lose, it doesn't matter. It has been less than two years since the war ended. There are too many men who left the land on the street and are unwilling to find a normal job or a bankrupted man who was tortured by narcotics powder. Just take out anesthetic powder and gold coins, cannon fodder will continue to join. It is estimated that Safra and the thugs will die in Kyle Morkhan. This is very good. The gold prepared by the employer is distributed to everyone, and he will distribute it. Now, there are only two people alive, and the dead naturally don't need remuneration.

"You're still laughing, come and help me."

The professor's angry voice came from behind, and compared with the calm Azha, the professor was much more miserable. A wound was cut on his stomach, the blood from his shoulders had soaked the entire sleeves, and the back of his clothes became Tattered and scorched, the stream of flames from Ignatius hit him, but he was lucky enough to jump into the portal, otherwise the professor would become a scorched corpse a few seconds later.

"Aren't you still alive and well, my friend." Azha walked over, reaching out and pulling up the professor. "A little injury, I heard in Serekania that gold coins are the best medicine for pain."

The professor looked around, bent down and picked up the glasses that he had fallen on the floor. He put on the glasses and pushed, but the pain in his arm made him grin out and took a cold breath:

"How many?"

"The employer has always been generous to those who complete his tasks." Azhar laughed again.

"How much?"

Zelin stood in a messy laboratory and sighed deeply: "How many things did we lose in total?"

"Not much." Vesemir pushed back the drawer that had been drawn out. The paper scattered on the ground had been picked up again, all stacked on the stone bed in the laboratory. "But it is very important. It is the detailed process of the trial of the grass and the formula of different mutagens. I don't know how much the person who snatches it can understand, but since they come to **** this thing, they must be prepared."

Five demon hunters and a female warlock defeated Zafra and his giant praying mantis in the courtyard. Originally, Zelin hoped to be able to ask Zafra about the enemy’s purpose and behind the scenes, but unfortunately, it was not the sword of the demon hunters that defeated Zafra, but Triss’s fireball, so No one expects to be able to interrogate anything on the burnt corpse.

"They snatched the trial formula and mutagen, definitely not because it was fun or wanting to commit suicide." Eskell stretched out his finger: "I am worried that someone will use it to plan more dangerous things."

"They should have been left. But I don't think there is need to worry too much." Zelin frowned. "Before the portal disappeared, I threw an anti-magic bomb here. Maybe the foreign mage called Aza has some strength, but he can't stabilize the portal under the influence of the anti-magic metal dust. The good result is that the secret formula and the thieves who stole it were thrown into the sky several kilometers or buried underground. Of course, it does not rule out that the mutant agent and the formula are intact, the two thieves Was cut off by the portal."

He wondered why the anti-magic bomb was not as useful as it used to be. He checked the place of the explosion, and the demon hunter's instinct was correct. In a ray of light, the bomb dropped to the place where the portal opened. But the portal did not disappear, but continued to operate. A warlock who can continue to cast spells regardless of the influence of anti-magical metal? If Azhar really has such power, then he doesn't have to run away, he can destroy the entire castle and the guards inside. Mage capable of this level are all powerful spellcasters whose names are written down in the annals of history. The first mage to do this was Jan Becker, and he faced the evil omen and retreated.

"Maybe your anti-magical metal dust is damp and has not spread. You also know that the anti-magic metal bomb dust has a range, and it has no effect outside the range. After all, this is powder, not a large block of magic gold. Lambert waved his hand. "Well, at least we have temporarily solved the problem."

"Is it resolved? I don't think so." Triss came over, and the sorcerer pinched her waist with one hand, looking at them with displeased eyes. "The anti-magical metal bomb worked, but the portal was not blocked. Why did you refuse to tell me that there is a ring of elements in your catacombs?! The plague, you are all a bunch of children! Why? Don't tell me such important things?"

Several demon hunters looked at each other.

Zelin was also surprised. He didn't know that there was a ring of elements hidden underground in Kyle Morhan, in the cemetery that no one wanted to go to.

"Triss, that doesn't seem to matter..."

Triss interrupted Vesemir directly

"Not important?! If the mage is in sync with the ring of elements, he can make the most stable portal through which he can reach any place on the continent, or transfer the influence to the ring of elements." She looked at Zelin: "Your anti-magic metal bomb worked, but your dust was blocked by the magic of the element ring. If you tell me in advance what is going on, I can at least follow it and do some tricks around the element ring. We should have stopped them."

"Well, Triss, we made a mistake, but it doesn't make sense to hold anyone accountable now." Zelin spread his hand. "Can you track where they went by magic?"

"I'm afraid not." Triss shook her head. "The magic gold dust has disrupted the magic power. I might conclude that they crossed the ocean to Ofeier on the other side. But I remember you saying that you know these attackers?"