The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"No, no, one thing is one thing." Siegfried shook his finger: "I will stay here until I receive a new mission. If I am not here, I will ask the other knights here."

"Sounds like you are busy?"

"If there was no squirrel party, I might still clean up water ghosts in the sewers and go outside the city to deal with ghost dogs." Siegfried put his hands on his chest and sighed lightly. It can be seen that what the knight hopes to do is definitely not to stand in front of the castle and train recruits. "Actually, I have always felt that the Demon Hunter and the Knights of the Flame Rose have many similarities. To protect the people, understand the monsters, and deal with the robbers, you should really talk to our head."

"No, Siegfried, the demon hunter is completely different from the knight, trust me, this is the best result."

The tighter the organization, the easier it is to become a target of public criticism, and the more likely it is to be completely destroyed after being hit. Demon hunters have experienced it once, and they will never make the same mistake again.

"Well, if you change your attention, you can come to me at any time. Oh, yes, Zelin, you know Ms. Laila, right?"

"Yes, I have known her for a while, what's wrong?"

"If you see her, please tell me that she is a skilled mercenary and I hope to have the opportunity to compete with her in the arena."

Zelin took a deep look at Siegfried, then nodded: "I will"

The first thousand five hundred and sixty-one chapters underground six feet

The Knights of the Flame Rose have no information about the Salamander Gang.

At least not with Siegfried.

However, if Zelin can let the Knights that temporarily control the city assist him in searching the whereabouts of the Salamander Gang, it may not be long before he can find the lair of this group of bandits. Everything is resolved.

"You would actually promise someone to help clean the cemetery?" Maria's figure was looming in the rain and fog. She walked beside Zelin, holding an oiled paper umbrella, and holding a book in the other hand. On the pale green cover of the book is the words Vizima's court etiquette. "I thought that what you would do is fight against curses, clean up demons, or more important things, such as kings and princesses who are haunted by demons. Those knights are afraid of the beasts in the cemetery, so I let you go, I thought you Will refuse. Why waste your time with such a humble thing."

The figure of the female hunter seemed vague in the rain, but there were few people on the street, and even fewer places near the cemetery. Those rushing pedestrians would not think that the tall woman who passed them was actually a ghost. Demon spirits are fierce. They will attack farmers, curse citizens, and hunt for lost souls, but demon spirits will not be like a student at Osenfurt College, who will not forget to hold an umbrella and read a book on a rain-filled street. The demon hunter told Maria the conditions of the elf warlock, and Maria accepted it with pleasure.

"I don't think anyone can come up to fight against the evil gods, or be born stalwart and powerful. Every powerful demon hunter starts with dealing with 1.5 kronor water ghosts. My teacher once told me, And I have always agreed with this statement." The rain has fallen a lot, and the Vizima Cemetery is built on a high ground on the east side of the city, which makes this area one of the few in the Vizima Temple area that will not be exposed to a heavy rain. Places flooded by stagnant water. "If I refuse a trivial thing because I don't like it today, how do I know if I will refuse more help for other reasons in the future? I don't like people who know that they are capable but who stand by and watch the help of good people. I I have no right to ask others what to do, but I can ask myself."

"Oh?" Maria raised her eyebrows slightly: "So you helped so many beautiful people, right?"

Zelin coughed heavily: "Appearance has nothing to do with whether he is a good person."

Then there was a burst of suspicious and provocative laughter from the huntress.

Zelin decided to stop talking to Maria about this topic within ten days before the start of the banquet.

The cemetery was surrounded by towering city walls and became a separate area. Few people set foot here, but the only one guarding this gate was an old man and a hunting dog that he kept. At first, the old janitor insisted on seeing Captain Vincent’s permit to allow Zelin to enter, but after tasting a bottle of Mahakam’s vodka, the janitor handed the key to the cemetery directly Zelin. According to him, there is nothing better than a bottle of vodka.

The cemetery is a ring-shaped open space. Distorted tombstones are erected densely together. Some tombstones are very old, and the inscriptions on them are blurred and tilted due to the erosion of the years. Some were newly erected, and traces of turning can be seen in the nearby soil. In the necropolis, there is a puddle, and in the middle, there is a ring-shaped stonehenge, like the bottom of a tower, but only the last part is left.

There are no members of the Knights of the Flame Rose in the cemetery. Although Siegfried said that his colleagues guarded here, the so-called guards actually stayed at the other end of the cemetery, in the watchtower of the trade zone. Very safe, sheltered from wind and rain, warm and comfortable.

Maria looked around: "I don't see the trace of the monster, but there is something wrong here."

"Yes, um, I have already smelled them. There must be all kinds of monsters here, ghouls, bat wings, blood hunters, giant ghouls." Zelin wrinkled the tip of his nose: " It's unbelievable. I almost doubt if we have walked into a monster lair."

There are some claw marks on the ground. Rain will make some clues disappear, but the soft soil will leave many marks. Three fingers, the front and back of the footprints are shallow, this is the trace of a giant ghoul. Some of the dirt around the tombstones was opened. These may be blood predators. They are smarter and more dangerous than ordinary ghouls. Among the tombstones, Zelin also found the corpse of a pale woman. She had been dead for some time. Although her body was eaten badly, Zelin determined that it was not a ghoul attack that caused her death. It's the bite marks on the neck.

It's a vampire.

"Well, I kind of understand why people from the city garrison do not allow citizens to enter the cemetery at will, and even the corpses are sent in by the guards for burial." Zelin stood up and clapped his hands. "If the citizens know that there are so many dangerous monsters in the cemetery next to them, I dare say that the residents of the slums in the temple area will run away in less than three days."

"Did you hear anything?" Maria's solemn voice appeared in Zelin's ear.

"Yes, I heard it."

The sound of rain concealed many sounds, but the ears of the demon hunter after mutation strengthened still caught an unusual sound in the sound of rain. Zelin drew the Griffin silver sword behind him, and the runes on the blade of the silver sword shimmered. He looked for the sound and walked over, and soon, at the bottom of the ruins of the tower in the middle of the cemetery, he saw a ghoul eating a corpse.

Zelin raised the crossbow in one hand and aimed at the ghoul with his back facing him. But as if sensing something, the ghoul suddenly stopped its gnawing movement, and then made a movement that was beyond the expectation of the demon hunter-it supported its body on its two hind legs, and stood up. Like human beings.

"Devil Hunter? Demon Hunter! Wait!"

Its mouth with carrion shreds still uttered the lingua franca of humans, but it was very vague, and it took Zelin two seconds to realize that the last word he said was wait, not a demon hunter.

"Well, snoring, snoring, it's delicious." As he said, the standing ghoul burped, and after noticing Zelin, who had a bad complexion, it quickly recovered and stopped the action of picking its teeth with its sharp claws. . "Oh, oops, I'm so rude. Well, can you put down the sword? We can talk."

"Can you chop off the thorny claws so we can talk." Zelin stared at the creature in front of him vigilantly. No matter how you look at it, this is a ghoul, but on Zelin He had never encountered such a situation in his hundred years of hunting demons.

Maybe when he returns to the castle, he can record this incident in the monster book.

"Well, we can't throw away our weapons." The ghoul burped again. "Your eyes are very strange, why? Haven't you seen a ghoul?"

"I haven't seen anyone who can talk."

"Look, this is a good start, we can talk, you are not like your kind, bloodthirsty, only knows how to hack and kill, and I, um, I'm not bragging, but I'm not like my kind. The same, they would rather yell all day long." The ghoul wiped away the fleshy residue on the corner of his mouth: "Smart people can live better. There is no need to fight and kill all day long."

"I saw human corpses, and someone told me that there were monsters raging in the tomb. Now, you are eating corpses here, you are different from your kind, but I think in some places, you are the same."

"Hey, that’s not what I did. I don’t eat living people, I only eat corpses. I don’t understand why my people like to attack living people. Maybe they think fresh meat is more delicious, but people here like to The corpses are piled up in one place, and then they are no longer taken care of. These are all natural foods. Do you understand? I coexist with the creatures in this city. They live here, and I get a steady stream of energy from the corpses. I won't attack them." The ghoul seemed to spit on the ground. "Don't attack me. I can tell you who did the chaos in the cemetery. I live here and I know everything about it."

Chapter 1562 The Devil in the Cemetery

"You seem to have enough wisdom."

Zelin retracted the griffon silver sword into the scabbard: "But if I find out that you are attacking the living..."

"You'll come and kill me, won't you? Don't worry, I enjoy my life so much that I won't be stupid. My name is Vergaro." The ghoul waved his hand. "It's a group of people with pointed ears. They have been haunting the cemetery."

"Pointy ears?"

"Yes, they often come to the cemetery. I have seen them." The ghoul nodded, and he burped again, spitting out a stench: "In the catacombs on the far left of the cemetery, it was their gathering. You can go there, maybe you can still see them."

"Are they wearing squirrel tail hats?"

"Squirrel? What is that?"

"Some kind of brown fur hat."

"No, they have nothing but hair on their heads."

Zelin frowned slightly. If the ghoul in front of you is right, then the elves that appear in the cemetery are not squirrel parties, but elves or half-elves in non-human residential areas.

"I told you what I know, now I should go back." The ghoul rubbed his bald head: "I hate the fireball in the sky. When he comes out, it is too hot. I really don't understand, you guys. How do these creatures live in such a terrible environment?"

After all, the ghoul dragged a rotten corpse and disappeared between the tombstones in the blink of an eye.

Seeing where the ghoul had disappeared, Zelin sighed heavily. If someone told him before that there are talking and sensible ghouls in this world, then he will definitely advise him to stop using anesthetic powder. It will cause hallucinations in the sucker, and it will not be good for the brain and nerves of the creature.

The cemetery is divided into two parts, one is an above-ground cemetery, and the other is a catacomb. Near the tomb, Zelin saw more corpses. There were many scratches and bites on these corpses, possibly made by blood predators, but when the demon hunter inspected the corpses, he found that most of these corpses were on them. There are marks of being pierced by sharp and hard objects, and these stab wounds are the real fatal wounds.

"Someone killed these citizens and abandoned their bodies here."

Zelin looked around, and Siegfried was right. There was indeed some trouble in the cemetery, but it was not a problem caused by monsters. The ghoul was right. There are many monsters living here, and the corpses abandoned in the cemetery are enough to feed them, allowing them to stay in the cemetery with peace of mind. But this is definitely not a good thing, because it's all based on murder. As more and more corpses are killed, more monsters will be attracted, and more and more monsters must consume more corpses to feed them so that they will not rush out of the walls of the cemetery.

"Murder, attract monsters, and if one day, this wall is destroyed." Maria's finger was placed on the tombstone beside her, and a line of small characters was written on the stone. ‘The heroic Clay died while protecting the caravan attacked by the Squirrel Party. May death bless his soul to rest in peace. ’