The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Dandrine."

When Vincent walked up to the attic, he turned around and said to the bard. "The demon hunter trusts you, maybe I can too."

"Of course, you can trust me of course, and I can assure you that my vows are definitely stronger than the princess's chastity belt." Dandrien slapped his hands.

"Isn't that the most unbelievable thing?" Vincent rubbed the tip of his nose. "Well, don't worry about so much, then, listen to me carefully."

"You have a secret weapon, right? Tell me what you need to do." The poet opened his eyes wide. "Some kind of witch's magic potion that can make bugs kill each other? Or a magic book that can summon demons? Or... uh..."

Dandrien almost bit his tongue. A werewolf appeared in front of him.

"Huhu, your reaction is much better than I thought." The werewolf said slowly. "I know that people who can be friends with a demon hunter will not be frightened so easily."

"Uh, that's for sure. I often go deep into the monster lair with Demon Hunter Geralt. What kind of creature I have never seen before." Dandrien stood up straight, chested out, and said proudly. "You are the most famous bard in front of you. My adventure poems are not random fiction, they are all adapted from real experiences."

He concealed his trembling legs well.

"Perhaps I should read your poems to Carmen if I have a chance." The werewolf grinned, his peculiar smell almost fainted the poet. "Now, huh~ listen well, I won't say it a second time."

The door was hit, and the whole house seemed to be shaking.

The poet nodded vigorously, afraid that he could not speak.

"I will jump straight out from here and fight the enemy. I won't have time to wait for the guards to react! I will try to solve the enemy as much as possible, and you, stand on it...Can you shoot arrows?!"

"I am not only a bard, but also a nobleman, so I..."

"Well, what you have to do is to shoot a few arrows at the monster below with my hunting bow, and then after a while, run down to get more arrows. Huhu, I don’t I hope other people will find out who I am, understand?" The werewolf stuck his tongue out. It is not easy to pronounce accurately in this appearance. "You can tell them the results of my battles above. You are a bard, and you know how to make up stories, right?"

"Very well, I'm leaving. This **** bug is about to knock the door open. The hunting bow is over there."

Dandrien followed the werewolf's fingers to see the hunting bow and quiver placed in the corner of the wall.

"Ok, no, wait, where is the arrow below..."

A cold wind caused the bard to swallow the rest of the words. The werewolf Vincent had opened the skylight, and the black figure jumped up. He jumped onto the roof across the street and let out a piercing roar in the moonlight. The next moment, his figure leaped down like lightning, like a black giant hammer, and smashed fiercely on the back of the strange magic warrior who was hitting the gate.

"Oh, **** it, when I go back, I must find a painter to make a picture for me!"

Dandrien ran to the skylight, bending his bow and shooting arrows. The werewolf Vincent grabbed the tail of the strange magic warrior, turned around in a circle, threw the monster straight out, and smashed it on another strange magic engineer. The huge warrior directly crushed the engineer. The magic power from the curse greatly increased his strength. Anger and anxiety stimulated his nerves. He jumped to another engineer, and his claws shredded the shell of the insect, and the viscous green blood flowed on the ground, and the werewolf’s The hair sticks together. An engineer tried to attack the werewolf from behind, and Dandrien aimed at it and shot an arrow. The arrow hit the shell, broke into two sections with a click, and fell to the ground. But this reminded Vincent that he threw off the dying insects in his hand, exerted force on his waist, and turned around. With the help of inertia, his claws fiercely hit the strange monster who jumped into the air. , The monster that was hit flew out like a kite with a broken wire, crashing into a pile of garbage, and blood quickly flowed out of the garbage pile.

"Look! It's a werewolf!"

"The werewolf is attacking the bug!"

"Don't make a noise, don't let the werewolves pay attention here!" Someone waved his hands vigorously. "Quiet, quiet!"

"Yes, be quiet, we will be fine." Carmen embraced Yavin, who was trembling with fear. "Don't worry, Vincent can definitely protect this place, you see, he shot a monster to death. Maybe this werewolf will protect us?"

"How can monsters protect humans?" Yavin asked in surprise.

"Not all non-human beings are bad." Carmen said. "Some creatures have the appearance of human beings, but they have monster hearts. Some are terrifying, but they are kinder than many human beings."

"But people say that non-human bad guys, I often play games of killing elves with other children, and I can be the head of the knights every time."

Seeing Yavin temporarily forgetting his fear and showing the most innocent pride, Carmen chuckled softly.

"Elves, I have some elven friends. They are not bad people, they are just poor people. Yavin. They don’t want to admit that the world has changed. Elves wearing squirrel hats cannot win the battle, just like they cannot return. The past changes history. But they are still fighting, trying to stop the process of evolution. I cannot be angry with the elves, I can only feel sad for them."

Through the slightly lifted curtains, Carmen saw a strange monster jump on the werewolf's back, grabbing a blood-red wound under the thick black hair. She clenched her hands anxiously. Of course she knew who the monsters were fighting outside, fighting for their lives.

Is her husband.

Vincent Mason.

She knew all this for a long time.

When she first learned about Vincent's werewolves, she didn't behave very well, but when her priest father outside the city sold her for coins, Vincent protected her.

Humans are betraying humans, and monsters are trying to protect humans.

Who is the monster in the end?

Carmen didn't know.

She could only close her eyes and pray like the goddess Meritelli, blessing her husband.

Before the disaster, no one would have thought that the place that could provide protection in the slums was the house of the seemingly weak, incompetent, slightly obese Vincent, just like the trade zone, no one would have thought of the safest place tonight , Is the high-end brothel of the Queen of the Night.

"In view of the situation tonight, I think any extra words are futile and not easy to understand in a state of confusion, so what I mean is simple. This is a safe place, gentlemen and ladies, I hope you will accept the sea. Ms. Di’s arrangements and scheduling, stay where you should be quietly and orderly. Don’t be a hero. Although this sounds uncomfortable, there are no heroes here, and don’t shout because of sudden situations. Calling to open the door and rush out, I can assure you that there is no safer place than here."

Regis said to the shivering people hiding in the first floor of the Queen of Night.

"Don't cause trouble, let alone harass the good girls here. I understand that when people face life threats, once they stop, they will be full of thoughts about passing on things from generation to generation. But now, please be like a gentleman, and everyone. Madam, please try not to scream, it will cause unnecessary trouble, I repeat, it is safe here."

Until everyone calmed down, at least on the surface, Regis pulled the package and walked to the gate of the Queen of Night.

"Regis." Heidi stopped him. "You don't need to go out tonight."

"No, my dear, the creatures that appeared in the city tonight are called Qi Qi Mo according to human terms. I understand these creatures. No matter how many there are, a community of strange monsters will only have one kind of thinking, one thought, one thought. The miracle queen controls the actions of the entire nest. It’s amazing, isn’t it, dear? A friend of mine who studies biology in the south calls this beehive behavior. He thinks the miracles, bees and ants are essentially It's the same. They use a strange smell and nerves between the individuals..."

"Regis, no matter how many years, your habit of spreading knowledge in front of people hasn't changed." Heidi sighed while holding his forehead. "Like you just said, let's just talk about the main point."

"There are many strange monsters out there, but I can be sure that this is only a small part of the beginning. In military terms, this is the vanguard, and the real threat is behind." Regis said solemnly. "It is impossible for Qiqimo to leave the underground lair spontaneously and hunt on the surface unless they, or rather, it wants to do so."

"You mean..."

"Yes, the city of Vizima must be built on a huge strange magic lair, and under our feet, there lives a huge strange magic queen, and it is now stretching its arms to the ground."

The ground shook again, more violently and more rapidly than when the disaster just happened.

"Now, this queen may not be able to wait."

"You actually become willing to protect humans?" Heidi raised her eyebrows unexpectedly. "I remember, your favorite thing to do in the past was not to break into a human village at night and admire the appearance of people fleeing in panic?"

"Didn't you save the poor blue eyes from her fierce brother?" Regis asked rhetorically. "I pondered for fifty years, and then I came to the conclusion that since we can't change anything and can't go back to the place in the past, it's best to adapt to this place. Every creature and every species continues to adapt to the environment. In the future, those organisms that cannot adapt to environmental changes are easily eliminated and extinct. In this world, many organisms come from other worlds, but this world is big enough..."

"The explanation time ends here." Heidi made a pause gesture. "Go early and return early."

The first thousand six hundred and nine chapters

Chaotic night.

People can only hide in their homes, praying that the monsters will not find themselves. In the entire city of Vizima, perhaps only the Royal Castle is barely safe. As expected by Francesca, the riots outside did not have a slight impact on the banquet. In the soothing music, the guests drank, ripped the chicken, licked the caviar on the clean plate, or used it directly. The bottle comes to drink. No matter how cautious and polite people are at first, once the atmosphere gets warmer and a little alcohol is added, people will soon forget the rules.

Francesca's gaze stayed on Yada.

"What's the matter?"