The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The Dragonborn slowly turned around, bowed his head to Francesca, curtseying.

"I wish you good health forever, honorable Majesty the Queen."

"Very good." Francesca looked at Gneia blankly. "Your salary this year is gone."

The voice of the elves resounded in the dragonborn's mind.

"Don't think I don't know what you are thinking. Where is Zelin? We should go inside the castle."

"I don't know either." Gnaiya shook her head. "I never saw him."

Chapter 1603 The Squirrel Party's Raid

"I guess your friend may be looking for you."

Jaques's face stiffened, and he shook his head. In the Hall of Glory, it was still the same, and the sculpture covered with a little dust quietly looked at the two people below.

"What do you want from me?"

"Does this question make sense?" Jaques shook his head again. "I know your answer, you will say, I refuse. No matter what I say, you will refuse. This is your weakness. Demon hunter, you will not think rationally. When facing disasters, you will only think about it. What you think is right, but you don’t think about whether what you think is right will actually bring good results. People’s perceptual cognition is bounded, and every person who thinks of himself as rational has difficulty making choices. You will be influenced by your sensibility. You demon hunters should have been the most perfect fighters. You could have become the most powerful group of fighters and guardians on this continent, but your creator made a mistake. He let you retain your emotions, and you fell apart."

"Is it because of us that the ancient Kyle Morhan fell apart?" Zelin asked rhetorically.

"Now because of my own concerns, I stopped moving forward after establishing the academy." Jaques didn't care about the problem of the Demon Hunter, and said to himself. "You now have a strong and well-established academy. Your demon hunters are in Kodwin, in Skellig, in the south, in Towson, and even in the rumors of the Far East. There are also academies belonging to you. Quite a lot, but it’s a mess. I thought that when you set up an academy, you would find a way to build an organization similar to a guild, a close entity, but you didn’t. You just established the academy and recruited a few apprentices. That's it. You didn't even take advantage of the end of the war to recruit more apprentices. Even if you have a way to keep these apprentices alive, what can it represent? You still only have a few dozen demon hunters."

"So, what does this have to do with you?"

Zelin opened his hands and looked at Jaques who was a little bit indignant. A knight, a knight with an envelope of eternal fire, and a demon hunter said this, he almost thought that their identities were reversed.

"You hold the method of cultivating the most powerful fighter in the world, but treat it as a meaningless secret." Jaques held out a finger. "As a result, now, you still lost it."

"Jaques, can I ask you something?"

"Say it."

"How much gold did you spend on your spy?"

Jaques knew more things than Zelin expected, to be exact, too much. He now understands why the Aibin people are crippled here. Maybe he can use the knowledge in his mind to make the nobles in other parts of the north dizzy. Under the same explanation, sign your own name under the contract. If you have a sense of responsibility, you will probably refer to the housekeeper to deal with it. But Jaques, what he knew and what he knew, made Zelin no doubt that even if he put the most carefully prepared contract of the Ebin in front of him, he would be able to see all the traps within an hour.

"Everyone knows that you are fighting the Salamander Gang because of the stolen Demon Hunter formula. I was not in Vizima some time ago, but it doesn't mean that I don't know what's happening in this city. As for Other things, if you know a demon hunter, you will also have heard of these things."

"Who is the demon hunter you know?"

"Are you asking about privacy?"

"No." Zelin shook his head. "You think the warlock who created the Demon Hunter made a mistake, but you, Jaques, are the ones who made the mistake. You have been advocating rational thinking, but the real irrational person is you. Think about it, a group of unfeeling, cold people. , Killing machines without thinking, will these fighters become guardians? No, absolutely not."

The demon hunter thought of the gray-robed guardians he had seen in the world of Saidarth. They had accepted blood magic and became a killing machine that only knew to accept orders and had no personal emotions. They did become very powerful and almost destroyed. The whole world.

"Everything about you is based on assumptions, and the facts have proved that you have failed. Perhaps one day, the story of the hunters will become a legend. People don’t know what a hunter is, they just think It is a group of tribes called Vidimmen, who strengthen themselves with potions and hypnotic agents, as mercenaries on the battlefield, and eventually become the dust of history." Jaques said. "Would you like to see this kind of thing?"

"When there are monsters in this world, we will use swords to destroy them. When there are no monsters in this world, we remaining demon hunters will put down their swords and live like ordinary people." Ze Lin Said. "Until then, we will not cultivate new demon hunters. It is meaningless. If no one in this world will die by the claws of monsters, then why should we create demon hunters again? What? This makes no sense. If I can see the disappearance of the monster while I am alive, I will be very happy, and then close the academy, seal the knowledge and secrets, and live with them in seclusion until one day, in this world Demon hunters will need to appear again, then I will return with the knowledge, so that new demon hunters will appear in this world again, otherwise, what is so bad about being the Vidimine in the eyes of historians?"

Jaques froze for a moment.

"But what if there is a disaster that caught you off guard? Can you and your current demon hunter be able to deal with it?"

"A disaster that was caught off guard?" Zelin narrowed his eyes slightly. "People say that before you became a knight, you were a wandering priest and knew magic. Do you imply anything?"

"You're kidding, Zellin." Jaques waved his hand. "People also say that Demon Hunters are cold-blooded mutants, but you have proven that you are not such a person."

Suddenly, there were rapid footsteps at the entrance of the Hall of Glory.

Zelin turned his head and looked over, only to see a soldier of the Knights rushing in.

"Your Excellency, Chief!"

"Quiet, Bieber." Jaques put his hands behind him. "Keep in awe here, take a deep breath, and then tell me what you found?"

Bit took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, then he stood in front of Jaques and saluted the Knight Commander.

"The commander, it's the Squirrel Party. The soldiers of the Squirrel Party are attacking the old Vizima. They have already breached the city wall!"

Jaques frowned slightly, but quickly let go. He looked at Zelin and raised his eyebrows.

"Look, the trouble is coming off guard."

The first thousand six hundred and four chapters merge into storm raindrops

Guarding the gates of the old Vizima is definitely not an enviable profession.

Matt has always thought so. Standing on the side of the dam, blowing the cold night wind, shivering in front of the door, but also enduring sleepiness, fighting hard to keep him from falling asleep. Who knows that those **** chiefs will suddenly realize that at night, he will not only hang around on casinos and women’s belly, but also have the duty of patrolling and inspecting outside, and then come here to inspect. If he is caught sleeping while standing guard, Their salary this month is completely gone.

After yawning, Matt shrank his neck. The wind seemed to be stronger, and the heavy helmet pressed against the forehead like ice, making people sneezed, and the fire of the city gate torch swayed in the wind. Unlike the city of Vijma on the opposite bank, the old Vijma is not so much a city as a cottage surrounded by wooden fences. Except for the abandoned Wang’s castle on the top of the hillside, there is no stone in the entire old Vijma. Building. No one wants to stay here, because it is humid, cold, and dangerous. Of course, one more thing is to be added now-it is full of non-humans infected with the plague.

"Hi, soldier, are you alone here?"

In a daze, Matt raised his head, and in his sight, a well-dressed woman was standing in front of him, pinching her waist with one hand, with a pleasing smile on her face.

"Would you like some fun?"

Matt has seen too many smiling faces like this. There are many guests from the Ponta River on the dam. When there is a lot of people, it will naturally attract many people here, just like when the army goes out, in the barracks. You can always see vendors and prostitutes nearby.

"So late?" The guard frowned.

"It's from Lanmister, we can't afford to pay, so we can only hide on the dam for the night." The woman held her hands together, shivering in the cold wind. "Are there any other adults here? I have a few friends. If we can't make any more money, we won't be able to buy bread tomorrow."

Lanmister was once the leader of the largest gang in Vizima City. Until the salamander gang appeared, many people were forced to accept the protection of the salamander gang after the Lanmister gang was squeezed out. Turn in a certain amount of coins. But the Salamander Gang was suddenly destroyed, Lanmister returned, and a group of retaliated traitors appeared in Vizima City, the most of whom were prostitutes, beggars and drug dealers.

"No, who would be willing to stand guard in such a ghost place, here is only me." A triumphant smile gradually appeared on the guard's face. "Well, you are lucky, because you don't have to think about tomorrow's bread money right away. Tonight we will have time to discuss life. But like I said, you will only get money for a piece of bread, understand? Otherwise? I will drive you away."

But the smile on the prostitute's face suddenly disappeared.

At this time, the guard noticed that hidden under the long hair of the woman's sideburns were a pair of pointed ears.

The next moment, the sharp pain in his abdomen made him shrink and roll up his body. I don't know when a shimmering dagger appeared in the woman's hand. The distance between them was so close that the guards had no time to shout. The elf covered his mouth, and the dagger pierced his chest fiercely. This pushed the guard back and hit the city gate behind him.

"Hi Matt, what the **** are you doing?"

The guard at the city gate stretched out his head. "You're **** sleepy and hit the door? Don't knock your helmet."

The guard did not see the colleagues below, just as he did not see the arrow in the night. An arrow hit his throat, and his body trembled. He threw away his weapon, covered his neck with his hands and fell to the ground. Soon, another elf appeared in his position. The elf stretched out his head, gestured to the companion below, and quickly disappeared behind the city wall.

The plan was simple. Let one person attract the attention of the soldier in front of the door, and another person climbed up with a sling from the edge of the wooden wall. It was also very successful. When the soldiers here guarded not a group of extremely vicious criminals, but a group of hungry non-human races who had no strength, who would worry about their escape from prison? They don't even have weapons.

No one would think that these non-human beings without weapons can do anything.

"How dare the Squirrel Party attack Old Vizima? Are you sure?"