The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"No, you are free."

Zelin shook his head, ignoring the threat of the village elder. Vasnai turned and walked towards the place where the villagers gathered, and the villagers gave way, like the sea that was cut apart. Zelin didn't plan to stay to watch their religious ceremonies. Looking at the forest trails in the twilight north of the village, Zelin was considering whether to go back and tell Yaiwen that he would send troops to search near his camp.

Suddenly, Zelin thought of something.

He looked at the forest path and frowned slightly.

To the north...

"You feel suspicious, what happened?" Maria asked softly.

"I found some doubts, Maria. Next, you have to do what I said. I have to investigate some things."

"A very important thing?"

"Maybe, maybe not, but I'm not used to ignoring abnormalities."

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The night's cold wind blew the dense forest, and the branches collided with a pattering sound.

As the old man said, when Zelin walked along the trail and walked out about 400 meters, the outline of an old wooden house appeared in the night. Crickets and insects appeared in the ears of the demon hunters from time to time. Zelin used the tip of the ebony blade to pick up the branches blocking in front of him, walked across the road almost flooded by the swamps on both sides, and walked towards the hut in the forest.

There used to be a hard dirt road here, and the fragmented fence in the weeds roughly outlines the outline of the road. This hard dirt road starts from the dock by the lake, surrounds the periphery of the swamp, and extends all the way to the woodlands of the druids. It passes through the woodlands of the brick-burners and loggers. It is a road crushed by a freight wagon, but for some reason, The road was shattered in this area, and it was sinking in the swamp. It was supposed to be a square surrounding the swamp, but a large gap appeared in the northeast corner.

According to the village elder Vasnai, the two elves followed this path to the north after exchanging supplies with the villagers. They probably want to take a shortcut back to the camp. After all, to go back to the Squirrel Party camp along that complete hard dirt road, they need to bypass most of the swamp.

Zelin walked through the woods and walked to the place where the hut was. The house is very old. Zelin believes that if a few clusters of weeds are planted on the roof and around the house, it will definitely blend in with the surrounding environment. There are obvious signs of repairs on the roof. It can be seen that they were all repaired with the nearest thing on hand, and there are many signs of reconstruction and expansion. At least one-third of the hut has fallen in the swamp waterhole. The leather rack of the hut was covered with things like pigskin, and there was a low table and a stump with an axe stuck in it. It is difficult for Zelin to know this axe, and no one can tell what the characteristics of the lumbering axe in this world are, but it does look a lot like the thing that was not on the waist of the old man when he was separated from him.

He led the horse and walked to the wooden house. The windows of the wooden house were sealed with clay, so that any light in the house could not be revealed. Zelin must admit that in the swamp, especially in places far away from people, this is a good idea, because the light may attract nearby monsters hidden underwater, but again, it also prevents him from seeing directly. The look inside the house.

咚咚咚——

He knocked on the door three times.

"Why are you here? The ferry is coming soon." Maria's voice first appeared: "Is the city on the other side of the lake imposing a curfew?"

"No, I just thought of something."

Zelin took a breath. The air in the swamp was terrible, and it was not as fresh as it should be by the lake. He smelled some rancid odors, like those left by the blood-leech monsters, or water ghosts or drowned water spirits. If you want to enjoy the beauty of Lake Vizima, you have to go to the mud village on the other side of the swamp. There are huge statues of fairies in the lake. The style along the shore is quite different from this swamp.

Not long after, the wooden door slowly opened, and the fire in the fireplace spread the elongated shadow of the old man to the door.

"Oh, Demon Hunter." The old man looked up and down Zelin, who was suddenly visiting: "What's the matter with you? I guess you missed the ferry tonight? Don't worry, you helped old Grampus before. , Old Grampus will help you. Come on, come in, boy, don’t stand in the cold wind outside, if you want, you can send the horse to the back of the house, don’t stay in the open space in front, I I have some flowers and plants here, and I like them very much. I prepared some millet porridge, as well as frozen meat and mushrooms."

"Thank you." Zelin nodded.

There are two small wooden sheds behind the hermit's house for stacking wood and hay. Zelin found one of the sheds and tied the horse's reins to the posts of the shed. He didn't fasten the reins, but a live buckle that could be pulled apart with a hard pull.

In the house, the old man has brought up two bowls of millet porridge. It was sprinkled with minced meat and shredded shiitake mushrooms.

"I was at the ferry today and talked to those brick-burning people." Zelin pulled the chair away and sat at the wooden table. The old man sat across from him. "They met Belgaren the demon hunter before, and there is also the Salamander Gang. It doesn't sound like good news."

"If you want me to say, you don't need to worry, I guess, it must be the villagers who asked you to come to me and ask about the whereabouts of Belgaren? Hahaha, they would say this every time they see someone who comes to the swamp for the first time. , Tell everyone that there is a strange and dangerous old man in the north of the swamp." The old man raised his head and took a sip of meat porridge: "You came here at night. You must have seen what they are doing? Oh, you must not I have seen them offering sacrifices to the half-murlocs coming out of the water by the brick kiln. You are a demon hunter. You should tell the adults of Vijimari that they cannot tolerate such a group of dangerous evils. Christians, they are not even willing to cover up."

"You are right." Thinking of the ritual of praying collectively in front of the murloc statue in the brick-burning village before coming here, Zelin nodded. He held the bowl, but did not eat: "And they told me that , I met two elves before, and after trading with them, I went to the north of the village."

"Yes, because the poor old Granpus lives only in the north, with the ferry to the south, the lake to the west, and their brick kiln to the east. What else can they say besides the north." The old man shrugged and he picked Raised eyebrows, the wrinkles on his face were loosened. His face is roughly square, and there are many age spots on his face, but his frowning brows and short chin give people a feeling of energetic, especially after quickly eating half of the porridge in the bowl. , He patted his stomach and burped: "Will you believe the rumors of those cultists? You should listen to my advice and pray in front of the statue of the goddess Meritelli, hoping that the goddess can protect you from the cultists. Of nonsense."

"Well, your suggestion is correct." Zelin nodded, and he took a deep breath. "But my friend found something."

"What?"

Alderfayin hit the wooden cabinet beside the dining table, and the wooden cabinet door was shattered. Two round objects rolled out gruntingly, and then stopped at the feet of the demon hunter. The blood-stained elves opened their eyes wide, mixed with disbelief and fear, and it was hard to imagine what happened to them before they died.

"I wonder if this is part of the cult's false statements?"

Zelin looked at the old man in front of him, put his hand on the ebony blade, and asked coldly.

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"I think you should give an explanation."

Zelin held the ebony blade, stood up, and walked around the door slightly, blocking the way for the old man to escape. "Hurry up, before I lose my patience."

"Why can't you sit down and have a good talk, the porridge is almost cold...Oh, okay, okay, this is indeed what I did." Looking at the sword's edge that was only 20 centimeters away from him, he raised it up. The old man raised his hand and signaled that he did not intend to do it: "I like eating this meat very much. Most of the meat tastes like chicken and is good for health. It is also rich in energy. A pound of human flesh is about..."

"It's not that I want to hear."

"This is what you asked to hear." The old man stretched out his hands without changing his face, as if he was not found while hiding the corpse at all, but was discovered by a bored Puritan who was killing a chicken in the yard, and then asked for an explanation. Same; "But before that, I'm curious, how do you know that my leftover ingredients are in this cabinet? I can be sure that there are no traces left."

"I am a demon hunter."

Sometimes, anything you don't want to explain is enough.

Maria started to search the house after Zelin entered the house. She was a ghost, and the locked cabinet had no meaning in front of her. She could go straight through and see what was inside. Zelin waited for Maria's search progress until the huntress informed that there were two bodies hidden in the cupboard.

"Well, demon hunter, your organs have been mutated to find places that ordinary people can't see. I should have guessed it." The old man rubbed his forehead: "I thought you would discover the secrets of those villagers. , Aren’t you demon hunters slaying demons and slaying demons? Why don’t you kill those murlocs? Instead, they came to my trouble."

"I'm almost impatient."

The flame of the candle swayed slightly, projecting the bacon on the wooden tabletop onto the wall. But Zelin was not in the mood to consider what kind of meat this was.

"You told me to say this." The old man put on an innocent expression: "I have my own principles. For example, I never eat children. Also, after eating, I will visit the goddess Meritelli. Pray in front of the statue, thank the goddess for giving life to these raw materials so that I can taste such delicious food."

"It's so noble, I'm so moved I almost cried."

Zelin's gaze swept across the hut quickly, looking for whether the other party was preparing anything or setting traps in advance. Maria walked around behind the old man, also holding the sword, staring at the back of the opponent's neck.

"Don't speak so sourly. Occasionally I will kill druids or bricklayers, but I especially love tasting elven meat, which is scented and naturally exudes the fragrance of tree roots and spices. Those two elves passed by Here, it was dark at the time, and there were monsters like water ghosts everywhere. They wanted to stay overnight. I didn’t want to eat them because I haven’t done my prayers that day, but you can’t force an old man to bear it. Hungry, especially when there is food attraction.” The old man said indifferently, as if he was commenting on tonight’s steak: “But I hate dwarf meat the most. I suspected it once, but I’m not sure, for that piece. Meat, I wrestled with several water ghosts. In the end I snatched a piece of **** flesh, but I couldn't taste what it was."

"I thought you would say something." Zelin shook his head gently. "By normal standards, this is not a commendable last word."

"Hey, wait, don't rush to do it!" The old man waved his hand quickly. "We can make a deal. I know a lot of ancient knowledge. No one knows this swamp and the collapsed tower nearby. We can exchange. You don’t care about the nostalgia here, and I will take all my knowledge. They are all for you. The lost knowledge of Alder runes, the powers related to that tower, and the secrets of ancient Kabbalah runes, you have everything you want to know."

"I also have principles. I generally don't do anything with intelligent creatures." The old man dropped his shoulders and looked like this, but the next words made him stunned. "But I don't think you are human."

"Kill him, Maria!"

The demon hunter shook the sword sharply, and Maria swung a sword from behind, so that before Zelin's words fell, the sword blade had already been drawn to the ogre's neck, and the ogre had nowhere to dodge. Accompanied by the muffled sound of the blade entering the flesh, the ogre's upper body had a deep bone scar. The blades of Maria and Zelin almost cut his body apart, but the sword did not reach it. The expected effect of the demon hunters was not that the ogres twisted their bodies to avoid the vital points, but that the ground under them suddenly shook. Something was about to rush out of the ground. The bulge was cracked in the center, and the bulge was exactly where the ogre was standing.

The next moment, the huge thorn tree vine broke through the ground and the roof. The demon hunter jumped back and avoided the thorny vine. The ogre disappeared. The vine rolled him up, then threw him out of the house and fell into the garden outside.

"Hahaha, this is exactly what I haven't had time to introduce to you!" The ogre's triumphant and hoarse laughter came from outside the house. "Lika Shidim, among the flowers I grow, my favorite child!"

The giant thorn devil tree is still growing, almost entwining the entire house. The red devil vine spreads out from the trunk of the thorn devil tree, trying to catch the demon hunters trapped in the house. The roof has changed. It was torn apart, the cracks on the wall were spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye. The whole house was already unable to support the raging monsters. The broken beams fell down, smashing the dining table to pieces, and blocking the door at the same time. Zelin raised his hand to draw out the rune of Alderfa Seal, and the powerful air flow burst out, and the mound that sealed the window was exploded. Zelin jumped forward, slammed the window and threw out a crumbling. Housing.

"This is a child I have given up so much energy and fed with unexplained delicious corpses. Oh, yes, I forgot to say, my principle is not to eat children, but my lovely child likes to eat the same thing as it. Years old."