The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Two ways." The elf stretched out two fingers. "First, I told the guard to send you back to where I stayed, leave me there, and bring me the gift prepared for Princess Yada. The gift is with me, and I will give it to you when you come back. Second, I can ask Ganya to find a place in the garden to hide your body until you come back."

"I hate that the collar is full of dirt and straw." Maria shrugged. "I choose the first one."

"When you come back, tell me what happened outside, if you can." The elf narrowed his eyes. "Help me find out who did all this and what their purpose is."

After Francesca told Maria some details, she walked towards Ata, who was on a high platform at the innermost side of the banquet hall. Behind Yada was an armchair carved from black wood, but instead of sitting, she stood by the wooden chair and chatted with another demon hunter. Geralt of Livia, he has something to do with Yada’s past. Of course, Francesca believes that they are not talking about the past, and no one wants to recall their past experience of being turned into a monster. , And then was severely taught by the demon hunter in front of him, although the fact that he almost killed the demon hunter in the end was indeed worth bragging about by every monster. But Yada is not a monster, she doesn't want to talk about these things.

Yada called for a conversation with Geralt. As for the content of their conversation, Francesca believed that she could figure it out in Triss's mouth.

"...Look, demon hunter, politics is like a lover's tryst. From foreplay, caressing, eyes moving, whispering, you see, just like Levaden and the witch. The next moves will be more and more. The bolder, look at our noble Elkin and courtiers, full of brains just wanting to reach high with each other-oh, there is a witch in front of me."

Yada bit the stubble, she and Geralt walked up to the female warlock.

"What do you want from me?"

Francesca looked at the young woman in front of him, the princess of Tamoria, Hidaris, Mahakam, the guardian of Sorden and Brugg, Yata II. In her eyes, the elf saw a certain kind of heat-aimed at the demon hunter on the side.

"Please accept my gift, Your Royal Highness, and please allow my attendants to return to the residence and give you the more beautiful gift I prepared for you." She said.

"Gift? Well, I'm looking forward to your gift. I will tell the guard to let your attendant out, and then give her a temporary pass, but don't let her find any gifts, go to Jaques of Adburg Finding it, it stands to reason that he should have stood here long ago."

"Jaques of Adburg is not in the castle?"

"My housekeeper searched the castle but couldn't find him." Yada waved his hand. "Go, spirit, let your attendant find Jaques, and I will reward it. Okay, demon hunter, let's continue the topic." Yada's fiery gaze turned to Geralt again. "We just said that politics is like a tryst. What is the ultimate goal?"

"Go to bed, or ascend to the throne, your Royal Highness," Geralt replied.

If you are not in the mood to eavesdrop on Yada's conversation, young people are always so impatient. Francesca walked towards Maria, who was waiting nearby, and at the same time recalled the information revealed in Atha's words in her mind.

Jaques is not in the castle?

Where is he?

"Master, are you sure you want to implement the plan now?"

"Do I need to repeat it a second time, Professor? Or, you want to tell me that the preparations on your side have not been completed as you reported?"

In the gloomy underground cave, only the activated telescope provided a little light. The professor stood in front of the mirror, the light was blocked by his body, and only a little flowed out from the edge, reflecting the wriggling shadow in the shadow behind him.

"Of course not, Master, everything is going according to plan." The professor bent over towards the telescope. "The demon hunters thought they had successfully destroyed the salamander gang, but those bases were just bait that I released. They didn't know our real base and plans."

"Very well, now, let the plan begin. After success, I will give you a long life. You can survive the catastrophe and doomsday by my side, and get a new position in the reconstruction after the catastrophe."

"I will, Master." The professor bowed again. "Everything is fighting for the kindness of human nature and the salvation of the world."

The first thousand six hundred and seven chapters of the night of monsters

Not many people know what happened to Vizima that night.

The elderly biographer racked his brains to restore the chaotic night. He referred to so many documents, but most of the records appeared so empty and pale. Dandrien’s poem describes an incredible battle. Monsters attack humans like an army. A fierce war breaks out between a man with a hot soul and a elven lord, and those who step into the shadows are hated. The devoured people are fighting each other, and the ghosts of ancient blood are watching coldly in the icy wind and snow. Most people recognize that this is just an exaggeration used in poetry, not to be believed. But the old Jal decided to believe this, because he had seen and heard too many impossibility in his life, he decided to refer to Dandrien's account and record all these bizarre things in the black skin of Ailand. In the book.

He was sitting on a wooden chair with his hands on his temples, thinking about a word that could describe that night.

Yes.

He lifted the pen and wrote the beginning.

A mess.

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But when Qi Qi Mo appeared on the streets of Vizima, it did not cause much confusion. No one knows where these bugs crawled out. Maybe it was a sewer, a gap between houses, or a garbage dump that no one cleaned up. Who knows? Who cares?

At first, it was just one or two strange magic engineers, they dig up the soft ground and ran to the street. Several guards held the halberds and prepared to kill them as usual. As we all know, the Qiqimo engineers who were alone could kill even the old, weak, women and children. It wasn't until they suddenly discovered that the ground behind the engineers surged rapidly, and the strange magic warrior, who was more than one meter tall and nearly three meters long, came out of the ground, did they think of the most correct way of self-defense-running with their legs.

The screams and chaos spread like waves.

Swarms of strange magic warriors broke out of the surface under the leadership of engineers. The ground without slabs was instantly pierced by insects, like a bed sheet after being bitten by a rat. The trading zone was in chaos, men shouting, women screaming, hawkers rushing to escape, there were bumping doors everywhere, nobles and rich people shouting for their bodyguards, but these strong guards didn’t know how to deal with the blockbuster. Creeping creatures, especially these creatures, will not shrink back because of their ferocious appearance. Soon, the chaos spread from the trading zone to the temple zone. The city wall blocked humans, but could not block the bugs underground. The sewers became their best access. Large swaths of monsters rushed out of the sewers. Many guards patrolling nearby were swallowed by the bugs before they could react.

"Find something and block the door!"

The nuns and doctors in the Rebioda Hospital are finding everything that can be carried in the church. The magic warrior of Qiqi was hitting the gate, and the dust fell with the sound of the impact. The young apprentice could only kneel in front of the statue of Meritelli and pray. Originally there were guards here, but the monsters rushed out from under the herbal medicine field in the temple, and the guards did not react at all and became food for the insects.

"Xia Ni! Go look at the back door, don't let those bugs crawl in through the back door!"

"Okay, I'm going now!"

It's not just Rebbioda Hospital, Vizima is hardly spared. But compared with other places, the slums were occupied almost in the blink of an eye, and the gangsters were caught off guard by such a raid.

"Damn it! Who is the ghost of this!?"

The door was heavily closed, Vincent threw the weapon to the ground, and the sickening viscous green blood of the strange monster still remained on the blade. "Bugs! There are bugs everywhere! The bard, the demon hunter asked you to come to me, did he tell you what happened?"

"I swear to the gods, this incident is definitely not in anyone's expectations!" Dandrien's head shook like a rattle. "Vincent, can you let your garrison come here to protect us? I mean, protect everyone here?"

They were at Vincent’s house, which was a hut in a slum. When bugs emerged from the ground, Vincent and some of his wife Carmen’s friends fled here to ask for help. They are now in this type of house. With more than twenty people squeezed, Dandrien took Yavin and was lucky to get here before Vincent closed the gate.

"But first, I want to assume that the headquarters of the garrison is still in a normal state." Vincent looked through the window at the strange magic warriors raging on the street outside. On the road in front of him, there were probably more than twenty strange monsters, of which there were at least seven strange magic warriors. There are a few strange monsters hitting the door of the house. They may be extremely hungry. There are many dead bodies on the road. Among them are beggars who have not had time to escape. There are also members of Lanmister's gang. Lanmister dispatched some subordinates. They came to attack the monsters, and soon they left more than a dozen corpses and fled back to the gang's mansion.

"First of all, to deal with the enemy outside us, we need at least fifty fully armed soldiers." Vincent wiped the sweat from his forehead. The sound of the impact outside affects everyone's nerves. "Bard! Your demon hunter friend didn't tell you, what can he do?"

"No." Dandrien shook his head again. "He just said, let me bring this kid to find you..."

"Well, I see." Vincent took a deep breath. "Now, you come with me, let's go to the attic."

"Vincent, what do you want to do?" Vincent's wife Carmen asked worriedly. "Wait, wouldn't you be..."

"Don't worry, dear." Vincent took his wife's hand. "Do you remember our hunting bow in the attic? I'm going up there, maybe I can shoot a few monsters before the rescue comes. How bad can it be?"

"Be careful," Carmen said. "Go ahead and don't take risks."

"I understand." Vincent nodded characteristically, and he called on Dandrine. "Come on, poet!"

"Oh!" Dandrien ran up the steps, but then reacted again and he looked at Carmen. "Please, madam, help me look after this little naughty boy." He pointed to Yavin. "Don't let him run around!"

The poet and the guard captain ran to the upper attic. Yavin shrank in the crowd of refuge in fear, and Carmen walked over and touched his forehead lightly.

"Don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid, madam."

"Maybe a hero will come to save us soon."

"Hero? What kind of hero?"

"A monster? Of course, it's also possible to be a great knight, isn't it all said in the story?"

The first thousand six hundred and eight chapters of the real warrior