The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Very simple, no tent, no bonfire, no fence, only a little straw on the ground, people can sit down and rest. Only when you get close will you realize that you have walked into a camp. Of course, this camp does not need too many human facilities, because the number of non-humans here obviously exceeds the number of druids.

The High Priest Olney was squatting on the ground, sitting in front of him with a brown-skinned wolf. The high priest was gesturing in front of him with both hands, as if communicating with the wolves. Near the camp, more than a dozen gray fur wolves were pacing back and forth. They did not show any hostility or aggression, but looked like the guards of the camp. They were guarding this place with due diligence to prevent any monsters from launching an attack.

Two rugged Skellig men with their upper bodies naked, sitting on a haystack and drinking wine. Ermia didn’t know where he went. Zelin didn’t see him, and so did Molion, dryad. Maybe they went to investigate, they are natural rangers. Four female druids from the south are standing next to two sturdy oak trees, with both hands on the trunk, her eyes closed, not knowing what she is doing, while the Anita priestess is sitting cross-legged away from the crowd. , Close your eyes and meditate.

"Devil hunter, you are back." The high priest Olney stood up, and the wolf in front of him turned and trot out of the camp. "This is your friend?" The druid looked at the three hunters behind the demon hunter.

"Yes, they are my friends and they are willing to help us in this operation. I assure you that they are all good at fighting with weapons, and they have a lot of experience in fighting with weird monsters." Zelin said Olney said. But at this time, his gaze could not stop over Olney's shoulders, looking towards the direction behind him, because there was something that attracted the attention of the demon hunter very much. "But... is that also our helper?"

In the open space on the edge of the camp, a pterodactyl more than two meters in height was lying on the ground, eyes closed, as if nap. The light brown skin was similar to the dead woods in the humpback swamp, and the folded wings and the tail behind him made Zelin immediately think this was a raised mound.

"Yes, it took me a while to find this pterodactyl. Although it is different from the pterodactyl we domesticated in Vizima, it can also help us." Olney replied. As if hearing a conversation on the side, the pterodactyl slowly opened his eyes, and the slender black pupils in the bright golden eyes stared at the druid and the demon hunter on the side. Then he turned his head and continued to close his eyes and began to take a nap. . At this time, Zelin saw that beside the pterodactyl, there were several pterodactyls that had not yet eaten their prey. "When Anita's tree people are ready, we will attack."

"Then who are these two?" Zelin pointed to the two men sitting on the ground not far away, drinking gloomily. "I don't remember seeing them just now."

"They are Skellig's Berserkers, Shapeshifters," Olney explained. "They worked tirelessly and came here to fight for our cause of regaining the sacred oak tree. They will become our strongest fighters, and of course, you and your friends. Where do your friends come from?"

"Serekania." Irene nodded.

"Oh, I know, Vizima’s merchants sometimes visit our settlements. They hope to get amulets and potions. They have brought rumors about the superb skills of the Serekania female warriors, and the desert mercenaries. Legend." Olney nodded. "It's nice to meet you."

The three hunters nodded to the druid high priest.

"Excuse me, we only have simple tea leaves here."

"This is enough. We are here to help, not to cause trouble." Gascoigne said to Olney: "You don't need to care about us. We will rest nearby. Just remind us before we act. "

"Well, I thank you again for your assistance."

Watching the three hunters come to the camp, Gascoigne began to check the pistols, Irene put incense on the mask, and Alfred looked at everything in front of him with interest. Zelin retracted his gaze and stopped the high priest who was about to walk away.

"By the way, Olney, I have something to tell you." Zelin decided to tell the druids what he had seen before. He doesn't need to hide these things in his heart. They have to deal with the same enemy. The more things they know about each other, the more beneficial it will be for the next battle. "About half a year ago, I was near the Whispering Hill-where your sacred oak tree was defiled-and saw a tree heart sealed in an underground cave. Tree heart, I Call it this way. It claims to have been the owner of this place, but was calculated by the ladies in the forest and was sealed up. The ladies in the forest have been trying to strengthen the seal on it. Outside the cave, there are wolves and werewolves guarding it. , There are crows and Angled bugs."

After listening to Zelin's description of the appearance of the tree heart, Olney's eyebrows were twisted together: "The tree heart? I have never heard of such a creature."

"I doubt it too, but you told me a few days ago that your colleague of genius who left the North Druid’s Ring had arrived in Willen and occupied this sacred oak tree to establish her own Druid’s Ring."

"You mean, it's possible that the tree heart you saw was her?" Olney immediately understood what Zelin meant. "But, no matter how crazy she is, she can't turn herself into a twisted and ugly heart. Her views are a bit unreasonable, but she hates things that go against nature."

"Drive the wolf and control the crow. I don't know who can do this except the druid." Zelin spread his hand; "The tree heart once begged me to release it, but I didn't agree. I said that I must consider it. If that tree heart is really your sealed colleague, then if we release her, she can help us in this battle."

"Oh, Demon Hunter, you have brought me a difficult problem to decide." Olney lowered his arm. "But we can't draw conclusions prematurely. Do you remember the location? We can go and see the tree heart while the other people's preparations have not been completed. At that time, we will get the answer."

"What's the matter?" Anita Priestess's voice came from the side. The azure eyes deep in her thin cheeks looked very clear at this time. She put her hands in front of her, and addressed Zelin and Olney high priests. Coming: "What are you discussing? Shuxin? Excuse me, I heard, what is that?"

The preparations of the southern druids are proceeding in an orderly manner. An oak tree is pulling out the soles of its roots from the soil, and the crown of the tree rattles with its movements.

"The demon hunter discovered an existence that may be our colleague in the past. She may not have died, but has been turned into some strange existence, sealed in the ground. I can't be sure who it is, if it really is. She, we can liberate her, and then get more information about Mrs. Lin from her mouth." Olney explained. "But first, we must first determine the identity of that peculiar existence. I plan to go with the demon hunter to the cave near the whispering hill. Well, that's how the locals call the land of oak trees."

"The defector? Oh, Olney, forgive me for having to call her by this name. I don't think her philosophy is correct. She made mistakes, or mistakes that will have a serious impact."

After listening to Zelin’s repetition, the Priestess Anita sighed and shook her head vigorously; “What you said, the guardian of the tree core killed the locals and was treated as evil by the locals. I I don’t know the reason for all this, but we must not release another evil just because the enemy is strong, otherwise we are no different from those evils. I have heard of your dogma, demon hunters, and I respect those who are rich in philosophy. The belief of the two evils, but whichever is the least is not among them. Evil is evil, and sin is evil. There is no seriousness. It is not advisable to control violence with violence, and every evil should be judged accordingly. A serious evil and countless others. What happens if a lighter evil is placed on both ends of the scale? It's the same."

Chapter 1542: Cultists and Old Witches

At dusk, about four o'clock in the afternoon, the druids finished their repairs and preparations.

The four treants in the camp are taking heavy steps, step by step into the humpback swamp. At dusk, fog began to form in the swamp, and the fog was still very thin, but Zelin knew that after a while, the fog would soon cover the entire swamp.

"Is it okay to let those two shapeshifters go in the forefront?"

Zelin watched cautiously at the mist that gradually spread. Sometimes such mist appeared in the swamp, but it was even more difficult for people to distinguish whether the mist was formed naturally or was a product of magic. But when they started marching toward the Humpback Swamp, it became impossible to hide. If the lady in the forest is really as powerful as the villagers described, then they should know the plan of the druids to regain the sacred oak tree.

"They are all strong and tough warriors. I believe that when facing monsters, their performance will not be worse than that of demon hunters."

"Really? But after so long, I have never heard the rumors about Skelliger shapeshifters."

Ermia turned her head and whispered: "You must have never heard of it. I must say, I took a big risk to let them participate in this operation. The gods worshipped by the shapeshifters are too dangerous and bloody. Forgive me for not wanting to say that name, even in Skelliger, this is an intolerable behavior. But the year-round closure is not good for us. The number of shapeshifters has never declined, and there will always be small plots. People try to use their hands to kill their enemies. Such infighting is meaningless. King Bran thinks that maybe we can reach an agreement with these shapeshifters. You know, before Skellig’s Udvik Island Occupied by the Frost Giant, the people there have moved. Although you killed the giant, there are still some people who are unwilling to go back, especially near the female eagle tower, where there are monsters everywhere, and there are only floating deaths left on the beach. Fish, it is not seagulls flying in the sky, but human-faced demon birds. So if we can reach an agreement, King Bran allows the shapeshifters to settle on Udvik Island."

"A group of threats, letting them live in the light is better than hiding in the dark, not knowing when it will erupt, right?"

"This is also part of the reason." Ermia lifted the wand in his hand and pushed away the dead branches in front of him. "But people are still skeptical about this. You can't let a group of people who were wanted a few days ago suddenly become a member of the people. They need to prove that they can be the same as the other Skelligs, as an honor. Fight. So if they help us regain the sacred oak tree, I can persuade my druid brothers so that Freya’s priestesses will not object, and others will naturally have no more opinions. You go Through Skelly, we Skelly have never cared about a person's past. Compared with the past, what the person can become in the future is the most important thing."

"All shapeshifters will choose to join?"

"No, only part of it." Ermia stared at the nearby fog. "But it's enough."

A group of shapeshifters who have conflicts with each other is no longer a serious threat, and there will inevitably be contradictions between the divided groups, which can instead transfer the pressure of Skellige because of this group of believers. Zelin watched the figure shapers walking forward with their axes and wooden shields in their hands. Ermia said they were very dangerous, especially after the transformation. No one would want to stay nearby after they transformed, it was definitely a nightmare.

"It looks a lot like Hanwick here, doesn't it? Those witches also like to make a fog, making a mystery." Irene's crowfeather cloak hunted in the cold wind. "Will your enemies wait for us in the lair?"

"They'd better be there, otherwise I don't have so much time to hunt them all over the world. Enemies hiding in the dark are always more dangerous than those standing upright in front of you. You never know when they will rush out." The mist enveloped them. After the swamp, it is like the cream applied by a crappy cake master, thick and cloudy. "If they are not there, then it is even simpler. The druids will find a way to purify the sacred oak tree, and what we have to do is to protect them from being disturbed by monsters that may appear when they are purged."

"I hate the swamps here." Irene lowered her head, looking at the muddy water that was almost sinking into the middle of her boots, and then looked to the nearby: "We'd better stand on a solid ground. There are attackers in the water."

"Solid ground." Zelin sighed lightly. "I want it too, but this is a swamp. We have to go through it. You can't expect to find solid ground on the lake."

The humpback swamp and the southern woodland surrounded the hill where the lady of the forest was. The village on the edge of the swamp is Lower Varun. When he was a guest at the Magic Tower on Wake Island, the Baron of Willen told Zelin that his tax officer was no longer willing to go deep into the woods to collect the scattered grains and coins, because there Too dangerous, no one wants to die for a little salary.

The Treant took a heavy step and stepped into the swamp. A water ghost came out of the swamp, but before it crawled out completely, it was stepped back by the tree man. The heavy footsteps made the ground tremble, and there were bursts of noise from the bushes, the Angler worm quickly escaped, and the wolves were looming in the bushes, and this group of swift hunters surrounded the team. Nearby, in the sky, the demon hunter vaguely heard the sound of flapping his wings, and the fog gradually thickened. He could not see the pterodactyl and could only determine its position by sound.

When this team broke into the Humpback Swamp, it was no longer known how many creatures were watching them.

"Someone came to visit us." Tiny insects crawled up and down in the thin cheeks, and the treacherous voice of the Weaver among the old witches echoed in the sultry tree hole. "More than one, those druids, they're here again."

"I don't like the taste of them." The fat arms were resting on the fatter belly, and the cook whose head was like a tree cut off by the waist waved his hand. In the cloth bag on its chest, one can vaguely see a human hand that has not been eaten. "It's too jerky, just like raw bark. Let's send someone to solve them, or else the unruly people in the nearby villages will dare to be disobedient. Look at them last time and only let two children go away. Way."

"Werewolves, werewolves attacked the mortals who offered us tribute." The last witch squeaked and whispered. His words sounded like a rat eating a rhizome. "The influence of that old guy's power is getting farther and farther. The seal must be a problem with the seal. Four months ago, we sent a sealer. It stands to reason that it can't do anything now. We want mortals to go. Investigate the seal."

"Yes, yes, tell them." Zhi Po leaned over, and more tiny black insects crawled out of the place where the eyes should have been. "A dark and evil force is covering this land." It imitated the hollow tone of the prophet. "A warrior will go to a predetermined hill to investigate signs of evil. If the evil is about to stretch out its tentacles, we will hold a memorial ceremony again to seal the darkness and protect Willen's peace."

"Mortal people want to offer more sacrifices," said Zhu Po.

"Yes, let their youngest and strong man come in and tell them that we are going to bless these warriors and let them seal the darkness." Mumbo added: "The best, I can't stand the dry ones anymore. Meat."

"We don't eat them all, we have to eat a part of them like a fish fry, leave a part, and then wait for a stupid businessman who will choose to take a shortcut through the forest." Weaver giggled, but the terrible voice made it sound. People shudder. "Hunting, yes, it's hunting. So, we have new prey."

In the middle of the tree hole, flames were burning under a cauldron, the blood-red soup in the cauldron was bubbling, and there were some strange pieces of meat and bones floating on it.

"It's time, our children in the forest are also hungry."

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The flock of crows flapped their wings and flew into the sky under the honey-colored sunset, leaving only a burst of harsh crows.

"Something is coming."

Zelin narrowed his eyes slightly, the sky was getting darker, and they had already entered the swamp. If they go down at the current speed, they will soon be able to pass through this muddy place and arrive at the foot of the Balga Mountain where the sacred oak tree is located. In the mist, they could vaguely see the outline of the lush canopy of the sacred oak tree. The prosperous giant tree was exactly the same as the last time the demon hunter came here. He still remembered what the villagers had told him that the sacred oak tree had never withered. The great sacred acorns can protect the local farmland for good harvest every year, and the baron’s tax officers rarely come here, and the villagers' lives are much better than other places in Willen. But now, Zelin knew that this was not normal.