The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"I told you that Vincent was facing a monster on the top. Several bugs almost crawled in along the eaves just now. He is running out of arrows. Go get some arrows!" Dandrien was standing on the stairs. Block the few people who are trying to come forward to help.

"Poet, why don't you go? The arrow is in the basement. You can't swing the sword. Why don't you move the arrow over. We can definitely help if we go up." said one of the men. "The werewolf outside fights the insects. Who knows if the werewolf suddenly reacts and kills us all after killing the insects?!"

"Harlow, don't say that." Carmen scolded displeasedly. "Since Vincent asked the poet to help, he must have his ideas. The poet is Dandrien."

"I don't know what Dandrien, but why didn't Vincent kill the werewolf? He has been shooting bugs, and enough bugs have died!" Harlow held out his finger. "Maybe the werewolf is indeed fighting the worms, but that’s only because he doesn’t know how many people are hidden in the house behind him. We can kill the worms with bows and arrows, and we can use pitchforks and shovels to repel them, but the werewolves The werewolf can smash through the door before we can reflect and kill us all!"

"Why are they arguing?"

"Don't be afraid, Yavin."

"There are so many monsters outside who want to eat us, why do we fight? Shouldn't we be united?"

"When the eyebrows are on fire, people only care about their pockets." Dandrien said a very philosophical remark. "Have you heard, Hani."

"Harlow."

"Well, Harlow, have you heard this kid’s question? First, you actually slander a nobleman, I, Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount Leitianhapu can’t do swordsmanship and can’t swing. Weapons and evil things? I must say, you are so wrong, Vincent understands me, he and I are good friends, so he will let me go to the attic with him, and use that precise When the arrow shoots the monster, let me guard by the window holding a sword and shield to resist any evil that tries to infiltrate this place, and this is the case. My sword is already covered with the blood of the monster, and the ignorant evil is in my place. The head hit by the sturdy shield broke blood!"

Dandrien held his chest, and there was still dark green blood on the saber around his waist. Carmen still remembers what happened to this blood, which was brought by Vincent.

The training over the years has not been in vain. The tone trained by the poet sounds loud and powerful, firm and confident, like steel, making those who have never seen his speech listened to his speech in a daze, and even forgot to close it. Mouth.

A broken body of a strange monster crossed a parabola in mid-air, slammed into the window, and then slowly slipped down, staining the glass green.

"I'm sorry, Lord Noble, but we just want to help. We don't want to die at the hands of those worms and werewolves!"

"The coward will die thousands of times in his life, and the brave will only die once." Dandrien stomped hard, the house shook, and another strange monster's corpse was thrown out. "And the goddess of luck only cares for those brave people. Look at you! Just a few insignificant bugs and a werewolf scared you at a loss?! If you are willing to help, please find me arrows! Vincent and I were fighting on it. Our cooperation was seamless. You would only add to the chaos if you went in! You have wasted my time. Now, don’t you know what to do?!"

No matter what Dandrien intends to let others do to help, there is no way to know.

The first is the crisp cracking sound, and everything happens very quickly. A crack was smashed into the wooden floor, and a huge monster warrior rose from the ground.

Time seemed to stand still, Yavin looked at everything in front of him in amazement. Carmen who was about to stop herself in her arms, the woman who was opening her mouth to scream, the scared hands and feet and the man who was about to get up, Harlow fell down on the steps, and his mouth grew almost due to fear. Dividing the face into two, the flying sawdust and the broken plank were knocked into the air. The Qiqi warrior rushed out from his back, and there were still blood-soaked cloth strips remaining between the jagged teeth. . Dandrien wanted to draw a sword, but subconsciously pulled out the lute behind him. Yavin wanted to remind the poet that his sword was hanging on his waist.

But he couldn't do it.

Fear.

He saw fear in everyone's eyes.

Then came the dazzling blue light.

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"Vincent!!"

A pitiful scream came into his ears, and the werewolf fighting with the Qiqimo forcefully pulled down and jumped onto his shoulders, gnawing the fleshy bug, and threw it out. Another bug that wanted to attack from the left was in. Being hit in midair, the two fell together and hit the wall of the wooden house, splashing blood. Vincent turned around abruptly, and through the window covered with green blood, he was shocked to see a strange magic warrior looking up from a corpse, turning his **** and ugly head towards Carmen, who was lying on the ground. . Dandrien jumped up and hit the monster's head fiercely with something in his hand, but Lute was torn apart on the hard shell of the monster. With a flick of Qiqimo's tail, Dandrien was knocked out and fell between the shattered wooden chair boards.

"Carmen!"

The werewolf Vincent overcame the obstacles piled up by Qiqimo's corpses. He jumped up, exhausted all his strength, and slammed into the door fiercely.

The wooden door was knocked open with a bang.

A strange magic warrior rushed towards the werewolf from behind. The werewolf almost lost his balance due to the sudden pressure from behind. It grabbed the door frame to prevent it from being knocked to the ground, but it also lost speed. The strange monster in the house raised his sharp front paws and swung it towards Carmen.

In the next moment, the hot fire filled everyone's eyes.

A blazing flame suddenly appeared on the originally empty ground, and the flame seemed to form a whirlwind, almost reflecting the sky. The tongue of flames gushed in angrily and swallowed. The strange demons surrounding the werewolves were swept in, like ships sucked into the whirlpool. They neighed, grabbed the corpse, and scratched the ground, trying to get rid of and bring them behind. The flames of death, but the end result is only to be involved with the corpse. In the fire, the black shadow of Qiqimo was like a melted wax figure, and it was like a hay paper that was lit, and only flying ash was left in the blink of an eye.

The unchained werewolf jumped high and swung a swift and fierce claw in mid-air. The head of the strange demon warrior seemed to be hit by a hammer, and the spider-like head shifted to the side. Going out, the jagged teeth broke and splashed out with the blood. But it didn’t end. The werewolf hugged his hands together like a hammer. It turned around and hit the other side of the monster’s head with a howling wind, accompanied by a crisp cracking sound, strange. Qi Mo hadn't recovered yet, and was hit in the head again. This time, it flew out entirely, knocked over the door panel that was drooping in the door frame, and fell on the ground soaked in blood outside.

The werewolf didn't stop, he let out a howl, fell on all fours, and jumped out of the house. Soon there was a sound of tearing and breaking mixed together outside.

Dandrien collapsed to the ground, humming painfully while holding his waist.

"Run! Run!"

"Run for your life!"

"It's a spell! There are warlocks!"

He faintly heard the chaotic shouts, and in the blurred vision, there was only confusion and noise. His ears were buzzing, and all the sounds sounded so illusory, as if they were listening to the words on the shore across the water. The poet struggled to get up, but fell to the ground again, and the pain quickly swept through his body. He didn't know how long it took, and his waist seemed to be broken, but he believed it did not, because he had seen what a patient with a broken waist looked like. There may be other wounds, but he felt like his whole body was torn apart.

"Come and help me!" he yelled to the others. "Yavin! Where are you?!"

"Okay, Dandrine, stop shouting, you're okay." The poet saw a thick palm holding him, and pulled himself up. "A little bruise, just go to the hospital tomorrow to buy a potion."

It was like a hand pulling him out of a puddle, the vague noise quickly shin.

Vincent patted the poet on the shoulder.

"Well done, poet, if I hadn't sent you down to get an arrow just now, I wouldn't dare to think what would happen."

Dandrien took a breath.

"It's nothing, no matter how dangerous it is, I should do it. Seeing innocent people running away under threat is never my creed of life." He said in a warrior tone, although he did just do so. Yes, but speaking in this style is still difficult for him. "Although I have lost a lute, I have been rewarded enough mentally, because the scar is the best medal for a man."

The people who survived looked at him with respect and admiration.

"What happened just now?" Dandrien decided to change the subject as soon as possible. He was afraid that he couldn't help but want to take Yavin to a safer place in the next second. What Zelin said is not reliable at all. There is no safe shelter here at all. "Which brave warlock saved us? If it is a noble lady, please allow me to pay her the highest respect."

"No, not a warlock." Vincent shook his head.

The poet looked through the window and noticed a demon hunter standing outside the window.

"Ah, isn't this my friend? Vincent, you should have told me earlier that Zelin was here to help. Well, I know, even if it’s a banquet for the princess, as long as there is any trouble outside, the Demon Hunter You won't continue to indulge in beautiful female companions and delicious food." Dandrien lowered his shoulders in relief.

But Vincent shook his head again.

"It's a knight, commander of the knight," he said, with a tangled look on his face. "Jacques will actually release the spell, the chief of the Knights of the Flame Rose saved us."

Dandrien saw outside the window, and Zelin was standing in front of another man. The silver-white armor and the flame-entangled roses on the man's breastplate clearly indicated his identity.

Jaques of Adburg.

"The knight leader is still a master of casting magic." The poet said dryly. "I bet this is definitely the most surprising news that can be discussed by the citizens of Vizima for several years. Ah, what about that little naughty guy? Haha, I remember he was still questioning whether there will be a hero to save The confused and helpless people are all right now. The knight is here to save him. What about the others?"

"One more bad news, Dandrien."

Vincent looked distressed. He looked at the hall behind him. Except for the two corpses torn to pieces by the strange monsters, Carmen was standing there with a look of surprise and pain.

"He disappeared, I don't know what happened, but he was just like that, and suddenly disappeared." Carmen looked at a loss. "I didn't even have time to catch him, he turned into a blue light before my eyes and disappeared."

"It's impossible. Yavin has a blue magic-blocking gold talisman, which I handed to him personally!" Dandrien said loudly.

But whether he believed it or not, Yavin did disappear.

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