The Journey of the Demon Hunter

There was silence in the tree hole.

However, unlike the tree cave, the battle at the top of the mountain is still not over.

With the heavy falling sound, Lin Jing, who was caught in the air by the pterodactyl, was thrown down. The corpse whose body was chewed away from half of its body was already hard to recognize the past. On the top of the mountain, there was originally the last old witch. The Weaver fought with their servants Lin Jing and the druids, but now, only the last old witch was left.

Hearing the sound of fighting in the tree hole disappeared, Zhi Po's face, which was almost the same as a human, showed an imperceptible vigilance.

"Your accomplices are dead." Molly was holding a bow and arrow, and the magical arrow from the Broclon Tree was placed on the bowstring. : "Surrender, tell us everything you know, and then we will consider how to deal with you!"

"Ah, young little girl." There was a human-like smirk on Zhi Po's face: "Do you know? I like to eat young women like you best, dryad, maybe I don't need to add more after dinner Fruit seasoning."

The old witch looked at the Lin Jing and the druid who were gradually approaching it, and it took a few steps back. But it quickly realized that it could no longer step back. The stone stepped on behind him slid down and rolled down the cliff in a crash.

But it was the smartest of the three old witches.

It was it who proposed to bring Lin Jing servants to the top of the mountain to distract the enemy.

Its other two sisters thought that it was willing to bear more pressure and waited for them to resolve the enemy before going to the top of the mountain to help it.

How could it be so?

"I think we will meet again." The old witch made a noble salute to Molin. The magical arrow dashed across the sky with the sound of breaking through the air, but it shot into the sky. The figure of the old witch suddenly turned into a group of black crows, flying into the sky under the cover of night. Molly bent his bow to shoot down a few scurrying black crows, but there were too many black crows, compared with the crows that were pierced by arrows and fell to the ground and disintegrated in the black smoke. The crows in the sky are flying farther and farther, gradually disappearing into the night.

"Damn it!" Molly stomped her feet in a rage like a human rarely. "It flees... what is that?!"

Molly's words have not yet fallen, but the originally gloomy hills are suddenly shrouded in a bright moonlight. Countless arrows dashed across the sky like meteors, flew over Molin's head, and blasted straight into the flock of black crows that were fleeing.

The black crows screamed, shaking their wings vigorously, trying to escape, but the number of moonlight arrows was so much that they seemed so insignificant in front of these arrows.

In the blink of an eye, the black crow in the sky disappeared, leaving only a corpse on the ground that was pierced by an arrow, fell down, and burned in white light.

Chapter 1548: Willen’s New Church

At the peak of Mount Baogar, the huge crown of the sacred oak tree is shrouded in bright moonlight. A stream of burning black smoke became a flaw in this beautiful scenery, but no one would object to it, because the black smoke represented the end of the old witches' rule over the Weilun region.

But the work of the druids is not over yet, they immediately begin the work of purifying the sacred oak tree. The fatigue caused by the battle did not offset their desperate desire to regain the sacred place. The druids started their work overnight, and after the death of the old witches, the dense oak trees withered overnight, and the fallen yellow leaves The mountain road of Baogar Mountain is almost paved.

After seeing Zelin's signal arrow, Siris escorted the two wounded druids to the top of the mountain to join the others. They were attacked by some monsters, but they were obviously not premeditated. The female knight defeated the monsters and no one was injured.

"I didn't expect that you would come here tonight." Zelin sat on a raised rock, looking at the unexpected helping hand in front of him. "Gwendelin, I thought you would be able to come in a few days."

"Since Qing is in trouble, how can I live in peace." Ge Wendelin chuckled lightly: "I also don't want to live with those thieves. If there is a place for shelter, why should I shirk it." God raised his eyes, and stared at Zelin with a pair of narrow eyes with a slightly playful look; "Qing lied to me for a long time, and it made me sad. With such a blessed place, why not tell me soon? There was a time when Qing left without a trace for several years, I thought Qing’s hometown has been swallowed by the abyss, and his whereabouts are unknown. If Qing tells her soon, why should I worry about this."

"It's my fault, but you will definitely give me a chance to make up for it, right?"

"I have no precedent for forgiving people who deceive God, but Qing is the first."

"There are very few people in this area. There are only three villages, probably less than a hundred villagers. The three witches we defeated today are regarded as gods here. But more importantly, as far as I know, here The witches of is very likely to be connected with a group of invaders from another world, and the land under our feet is the place where those invaders once gathered. Now, these three old witches have been defeated, and there is no one to let the villagers We worship the ruler. I think maybe you are suitable."

Gwendelin once controlled Yanorlund and controlled a church covering an entire continent. Although he was finally deceived by King Shalivan and almost died at the hands of Eldridge, the demon hunter believed that, anyway, Gwendelin could easily control the wilderness of less than a hundred families. Six months ago, wild hunting gathered here. Zelin didn't know if they would still be like this. There was no record in the scrolls and ancient books of the Viper School. There were no rules for wild hunting gatherings, and he had to be careful and vigilant.

Zelin was very curious, if the wild hunters came here again and found out that the three witches who were supposed to welcome them here became Gwendelin, what kind of expression they would show. Of course, Gwendelin would not welcome them.

"It just so happens that you can change places. There is no need to continue to live in the world of painting. Although there is no flame in these two places, I think it might be better here. Of course, if someone is willing to continue to follow their gods, they are not willing to Wandering spirits stay with the arakkoa, or don’t like to stay in a picture drawn by the dark souls, you can arrange them to settle here. This is a huge forest, as long as some monsters can be cleaned up, a village can be cultivated ."

Gwendelin lowered her head, pondered for a while, and then nodded: "Qing’s painstaking effort, I have understood, how can I refuse this kindness. But this place is not Rodland at last, if others come to ask, why should I think it’s right? Jiqing If I don’t want to tell others about things in this world, I won’t disclose them.”

"Don't worry, as I said, no one cares about what others believe in or what doctrines they chant. The villagers only care about whether anyone can protect them in a chaotic place. Local nobles, you can only pay religious taxes on time. It's a legal sect. I bet that if you let the tax collectors remember the name of every sect in the north, they can know all the characters in the world like college graduates."

Since the first Civil War, Zelin has been unable to count how many weird churches there have been in the north. They have sprung up like mushrooms, so the king’s courtiers thought of a way and began to levy religious taxes. Except for church denominations such as Meritelli, Cliff God, or Eternal Fire, other emerging denominations must pay a certain amount of money on time to assemble publicly within the kingdom. This has indeed generated a lot of money, so in many cities, Zelin often hears people say this. If you have a son who has nothing to do but speaks out, let him become a pastor and he will definitely become richer than your other sons.

"And it's not far from where I live. You should have seen it. I will give you a map so you can understand it. There may be many monsters in this place, but they should not appear for the time being."

"I already know, Qing can rest assured, this matter to me is just a hand up." Gwendelin nodded: "It's a pity that Qing doesn't live here."

"I'm not far from here, and sometimes I often go to Osenfurt, which is across the river from Willen, and I will come then. And I know the local baron, and I will tell him about the situation here. Just to make it clear that you and other people who follow you will not encounter difficulties."

The druids will stay here for a few more days. Restoring the sacred oak tree is not easy, especially since the oak tree has become like this.

"You have some great friends." Ermia stood under the canopy of the oak tree on the top of the mountain and said to Zelin: "If it weren't for their help, we would inevitably have casualties in this action. I must thank them, so they go Where is it? After the battle, I didn't see them again."

"You are Skellig, Ermia, and you know how many warriors would like to stay in the wilderness after a great battle with the cold wind? Warm taverns and comfortable rooms, warm food and delicious food. Drinks are the best way to relax. They have gone to rest. If you want to thank them, there will be time. But I think you should clean up the evil here first. No one wants to see it. I fought hard all night, and found that nothing could be changed. Repairing this land is the best thanks."

"Then you can rest assured that this sacred oak tree will be restored, and when the oak tree is restored, this woodland and swamp will also be protected under its power."

The roots of the sacred oak tree are deeply pierced in the soil. When it is corrupted, the land will become more sinister. Now that the oak tree has withered, the power of darkness attached to it has long since dissipated. The monsters here are very It will soon be discovered that Willen is no longer suitable for their lives as it used to be. When the power of the druids revives the oak tree, there will be fewer monsters in the south of Willen.

The local villagers believed that the forest lady was protecting them, so they could survive the hands of so many monsters in the swamp and forest. But the actual situation is that if there weren't so many monsters on this land if there weren't the lady in the forest corroding the oak trees. The protector, or the culprit?

Who knows.

"How long will it take to recover?"

"If it is good, a few years is enough, or in other words, decades, it is possible." Ermia opened her arms and said optimistically: "Whether it is decades or a hundred years, it is meaningless to nature. The same is true for our business. As long as everything is changing for the better, time is not that important, and what we have to do is to protect this change from being interrupted."

"My friend may stay here. We killed the protectors of the villagers here. He can't just leave like this. He can provide better protection. If you can believe it, He can stay in your absence. At that time, to ensure the safety of this oak tree, He should live for a period of time."

"A period of time?"

"A long time."

"No problem, your friend will not conflict with our fellow Druids. So, are you going with us next?"

"Where to go?"

"The place you said, whisper the hill." Ermia's expression became serious: "We must figure out what is going on."

The first thousand five hundred and forty-nine chapters peace and new banquet

Whispering hills.

The last time Zelin came here, he couldn't get such good memories. Tree heart, flesh and blood puppet, Ze Lin really couldn't think of how many things could be worse than these, of course, not counting the other world, he had seen enough in Yanan to make people feel sick.

But this time, outside the whispered hill, they did not encounter the werewolves and wolves intercepted, and the Angled Swarm did not appear. In the early morning sun, the cave hidden behind the vines seemed particularly silent.

"Here she is?"

"Yes, I can't remember it wrong." Zelin turned his head and looked at the magic place near the cave. The chaotic energy in the magical place has been restored, exuding a gentle shimmer. Perhaps it is precisely because it is close to a place of magic that the sealed tree heart can gain power to dominate the nearby animals to work for itself.

The three druids frowned slightly. They didn't like chaos magic. The magical energy that appeared due to the intersection of the celestial spheres was nothing different from the distortion of nature. This is indeed the case. Many creatures from the celestial spheres have begun to gradually change and adapt to new environments, such as garbage dumps and sewers in cities, and this change will cause changes in native creatures. Biologists in Osenfurt believe that thousands of creatures have disappeared over the millennia, but under the influence of magic, more new species have appeared. Just like the Anglade insects, no one knows whether they came from the intersection of the celestial spheres or the mutated underground creatures produced by magic.

Only three druid high priests came here, and the other druids were still maintaining the ceremony under the sacred oak tree. But three people are enough.

Ermia raised his staff, picked up the vines hanging down from the entrance of the hole, and looked at it for a few times. After confirming that there was no danger inside, the druid said to the colleagues behind him: "Let's go."

The cave is cold and humid, and there are underground lakes here. If you want to go deep into the cave, you must swim there, or let the tree heart open the wall. But this time, Zelin was accompanied by a druid. After the demon hunter recalled the location of the wall he entered from his memory, Ermia put his staff on the rock and drew a two-stage rune with his fingers. With a rumbling sound, the stone wall split neatly and separated to the left and right.

The cave house in the heart of the tree appeared in front of everyone.