The Journey of the Demon Hunter

This wooden platform, almost five meters high, looks out of place in the ruined fishing village. The platform is very spacious, with some wooden crates piled up on it. The edges of the platform are inlaid with rusty iron. The pale-skinned orc slaves are constantly building new structures for the platform. There are cages hung below the platform, and the dead orc corpses inside emit a foul smell. Leaning against the rock, Zelin can already see the embryonic form of a tall tower.

Normally, Taer is on this platform, watching the village. The geek said that his gaze was more effective than the overseer's whip. As long as he was within his sight, no matter whether he was tired or not, no one would dare to stop the work at hand. The freak didn't follow. It was afraid to see Tal, and Zelin could tell from its eyes that the fear of Tal had deepened in his heart.

Not just it.

There are no orcs in this area.

Zelin didn't have to worry about being spotted by the enemy, all the orcs subconsciously stayed away from this area. However, Zelin couldn't relax because of this. The Taer appeared at the door seemed to have completely disappeared. Zelin searched the entire village but couldn't see him. The demon hunter climbed to a high **** next to the garbage dump to observe the wooden tower, but there was no sign of Tal on the wooden tower. The freak could not tell where he would go. The freak knew about Tal only from horrible rumors about him.

In the past, when encountering similar situations, the demon hunter would rely on his magical badge, a special talisman infused with power through the ring of elements, but here, this is meaningless, it has no power here. The orc is not a demon spirit, and he doesn't have any chaotic magic power on his body. The only thing that can react to the badge is himself. Although I don't like to say that, this badge cannot be regarded as a valuable artwork in this world. When he was climbing the tower, he could only rely on his eyes wide open, and when he entered the camp, the demon hunter drank the medicine to hydrolyze the effect of the cat potion. Torches, campfires, too much light will make him feel uncomfortable.

Grasping the edge of the platform with both hands, Zelin let his body hang underneath, hiding beside the cage containing the orc corpse. He waited and waited, holding his breath, and pricked his ears to listen to the voice above. A dull and unpleasant smell filled the air. He couldn't tell what it was. He couldn't hear the sound, there was no footsteps, no conversation, and nothing.

It's too quiet.

He took a deep breath, before his arm felt sore. He put his hands hard and climbed up the wooden tower without hesitation.

The planks creaked under his feet, and he pulled out the ebony blade and stared vigilantly around. There was only a wide platform in his eyes, placed in a brazier by the aisle, with charcoal and charred bones lying in it. The cold wind whizzed past, and the senses of the demon hunter spread to the maximum, and the slender pupils spread out, trying to absorb the nearby light source.

There is no figure.

Nothing.

Zelin put down the sword he was holding and looked at everything in front of him in confusion.

Did Tal disappear?

Obviously not.

When the wind appeared, Zelin swung his sword subconsciously. But it didn't work, he only cut into the air. The wind, the more and more violent wind rustled, like a giant standing in front of the platform, trying to blow away the climbing insects. The hurricane raised the dust, and the impermeable yellow sand rushed in, enveloping the demon hunter together with the wooden tower. Zelin subconsciously wanted to find a shelter, but found that the wooden crate behind him was swaying in the intensifying wind, being blown to the ground, and disappearing into the sandstorm behind him in the blink of an eye. It was too late to think about why such a sandstorm appeared on the edge of the inner sea. When he noticed the denser dust blowing on his face, Zelin knelt down and inserted the sword in the gap of the plank, making gestures of the Kunen's seal of runes.

In the next moment, gravel pounded on the French seal shield like a torrential rain.

Only the whistling of the gusty wind remained in my ears, and the shield kept gleaming under the beating of wind and sand. There seemed to be countless screams and wailings in the gust of call sign, like needles pierced in the brain of a demon hunter. Perhaps this past was a problem for him, but after experiencing so many things and seeing so many spiritual battles, this annoying whisper is just a fly in his ears. He doesn’t worry about it, and It is to pay attention to the surroundings vigilantly. Maybe Tal has already spotted the intruder, but he only spotted the demon hunter, or did he spot Lisa Riel long ago?

He tightened his mouth and opened his eyes to see clearly what was happening before him, but then he turned his head back, and the sudden burst of light engulfed everything.

When the bright light passed and he opened his eyes again, everything changed.

The dilapidated fishing village disappeared, replaced by brownish yellow barriers, and Zelin found himself standing in front of a fortress. The dim sunlight scorched the earth. Looking around, the fortress seemed to be located in the mountains, with earth-colored mountains and rocks nearby, blocking the view. Zelin frowned slightly. He tried to find a spot in his mind that matched the scenery before him. At the same time, he clenched the hilt of the ebony blade, ready to respond to attacks from any direction. But soon, he gave up this idea, he didn't know this place, and there was no reason to be here. According to the experience of the demon hunter, this may be an illusion, or some kind of teleportation spell, unless there is another mysterious power in the world that he does not know, which can throw him into this strange place.

There is no way to other places nearby, the angular rocks are like spikes rising from the ground, and the fortress door is open, as if to welcome unexpected guests who suddenly appeared. Wooden stakes were erected on both sides of the low city gate, with dried bones still remaining on it, still maintaining the posture of being nailed to it. There are iron cages hanging on the city gates. Some of the corpses in the envelope are left with only bones, some are not completely decomposed, and some cages are empty, as if waiting for new prisoners to join. Through the gate, Zelin sees There was no one in the fort, but the wood, the cage, and the iron maiden were everywhere.

Suddenly, Zelin noticed that a familiar figure was lying in a cage at the gate of the city. Most of the blood on this person's face and body has dried up, but there is still blood oozing out through the soaked clothes, dripping to the ground along the bottom of the cage. Sand covers the clothes and cheeks, and is glued together by blood. There was a shocking scratch on the abdomen. Standing ten meters away, the demon hunter could hardly see whether there were any ups and downs in the person's chest.

Lisa Riel!

Chapter 1708 The Lord of Evil

Lisa Riel was limp in the cage, her eyes widened staring at the sky blankly, her face still horrified and unbelievable. The bloodless thin lips opened slightly, and the blood stains flowed along the corners of the mouth and disappeared into the neck under the collar. Limbs slumped feebly, swaying gently with the wind. The Mageweave Fly lying on the wound flapped its wings, buzzing and disappearing in the dazzling dim sunlight.

The demon hunter held the ebony blade and stood in place, staring calmly at the mountain rock like a blade. The muscles under the armor gradually tightened, and the ups and downs of the chest gradually slowed down, adjusting his breathing to deal with any unexpected situations that may arise. He did not go over to check the situation. Everything is unknown at the moment, and no one can say whether what is in front of him is true or false, whether it is a trap formed by reality or illusion. He has dealt with an unknown number of demon spirits, curses, and illusions, and those who are surprised by seeing the corpses of people he knows so that he can relax his vigilance will not appear on him.

A gust of wind blew, and the raised dust drifted across the city gate. Zelin raised his arms to block his mouth and nose to avoid attracting too much dust. He heard the sound of the howling of the dust. He stepped slowly and heavily on the stone floor, and then he saw him. Under the tight helmet, the slender eyes of Thor's Tower stared straight at the demon hunter standing in front of the door, and the dragged hammer stumbled on the rugged masonry floor, drawing a blood mark.

No difference from what I saw in the Twilight Fishing Village before, Sauron's Tower was imprisoned in his sturdy armor, and the belt that fixed the armor was tight, as if it would split in the next second. A body over two meters projected a shadow onto the ground, as if a hand was stretching out to catch the shadow of a demon hunter. He knew that there is no such monster in Middle-earth, but what is impossible in Mordor?

No words, no unnecessary actions.

When it reached a distance of fifteen meters, the Tower of Sauron stopped, grinned, revealing jagged teeth, and then closed with a bang, like a wooden box that was suddenly closed. He runs three steps forward, leaping high, and the heavy hammer hits the demon hunter.

Zelin flashed aside, turned around, flicked three throwing knives with a flick of his wrist, and took Taer's head, chest and abdomen directly. The blade hit the breastplate and helmet, leaving three white marks and then bounced away, falling into a crack in the rock next to it. The hammer hit the place where Zelin was standing just now, and a crack suddenly formed on the ground.

There are no traps.

Not an illusion.

Very powerful!

Tarr didn't stop his offensive, his arms rounded round, and the hammer swept over with howling. Zelin bent down and dodged from left to right. Tal approached again, and while swinging his hammer, he stretched out his hand to grab Zelin's neck. Zelin formed the seal, the airflow deflected the hammer, and he held the sword in his backhand with a strong stroke, and Taer's hand flew out. Taer didn't respond, as if he didn't feel any pain. The hammer that was bounced back came back while the demon hunter hadn't retracted the sword, and took Zelin's head straight. He rolled away, his face scratched by the flying gravel.

Too easy?

Zelin stepped back and wiped the drop of blood from his cheeks. He felt a little uneasy. He never expected to be able to easily defeat his opponent, but Taer in front of him was like a novice who had just learned to fight, completely ignorant of the mistakes that should be avoided when fighting. The slashed entity and the splashed blood show that this is not an illusion, unless there is an illusion that can be so real that even he can hardly distinguish between the true and the false. Tal didn't stop, he stepped, dragging the heavy hammer straight to the demon hunter. Zelin fixed his eyes on the enemy, paying attention to any movement of Tal. He was vigilant, wary of whether the opponent had any back-ups, deliberately showing weakness, or other people in ambush, waiting for the demon hunter to relax his vigilance and swarm forward. But Taer didn't give him time to think. He took three steps, his tall body was already approaching Zelin, his eyes widened as if to spray out flames, his whole body was trembling with rage and murderous intent, and he was bound. The chains of the armor clinked.

Tal's hammer swung toward the demon hunter like a gust of wind and rain, Zelin jumped a step back, the enemy followed closely, he jumped back again, and the hammer fell again. When it was empty, Taer waved his weapon again, and the demon hunter hit the wall with his back, and the shadow of the hammer once again enveloped him.

He found a chance!

When Zelin and the enemy passed by, Taer's hammer swing was out of shape, and he bent forward with the hammer swing, staggered two steps, and fell to the ground with a thud. The next moment, blood poured out from the cut breastplate and sprayed on the city wall. The corpse fell heavily to the ground, followed by a moment of silence, and only the whistling of the wind was left around.

The demon hunter threw down the sword, threw off the blood from the sword, and then turned around.

His breathing was heavy. .

Virginia lay on the ground, blood flowing from her broken arm like water from a pipe, the shocking wound in her abdomen seemed to split the whole person in two from the middle, and her staring eyes were full of pain and pain. Unbelievable, as if asking why the demon hunter killed her.

Zelin bit his lower lip, firmly grasped the blade in his hand, and the blue veins on the back of his hand were stretched. There was a voice in his mind, yelling angrily, yelling, telling him that he should throw away the weapon immediately and get to Virginia, he was wrong, he made a serious mistake, and he must find a way to make up as soon as possible. It is difficult for him to persuade himself to continue standing where he is. He subconsciously wants to raise his footsteps, and the wind behind him seems to have turned into a hand, pushing him forward.

But reason told him that he knew what to do now.

He exhaled heavily, and when he lifted his eyelids again, confusion, anger, sadness, guilt, doubt, emotions were swept away. He didn't feel any fluctuations in his heart, and all that was left was calmness. He is a demon hunter, he knows how to control his nerves and emotions. He has received relevant training, and the mutation has given him a sharper body. It is impossible for ordinary people to do it, but within a few breaths, he succeeded. The most effective trap is to sow negative emotions in the heart. Emotional fluctuations can cause mistakes in battle. Some smart monsters know this, and demon hunters know that they will do so.

He faintly looked at everything in front of him, carefully observing this empty fortress. With a wave of his hand, Alderfayin pushed away the corpse in front of him. The corpse rolled in a circle, rolling down the rock into the gully under the city wall.

There is no explosion, not a trap.

He thought.

Going forward, stepping across the pool of blood on the ground, at the same time forming the rune of the Kunen's seal. He didn't directly use the seal. The Tower of Sauron might not know that he had this trick. He wouldn't rashly expose it when he didn't know where the enemy was.

"I never expected that a dried shrimp could attract prey like you."

The cold and low voice suddenly sounded. Zelin turned his head abruptly, and the sound came from a shriveled corpse fixed on a wooden stake, and his skinny head was looking at him with sunken eyes. He walked over, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the corpse. He was an orc, but he had been dead for a long time, and he was as thin as a piece of dry wood.

"I think my soldiers will give you a warm welcome."

He turned around again, a mummy nailed to the wall also raised his head, and a beetle crawled out of his slightly opened mouth.

Some kind of witchcraft.

He made a judgment.

Ignoring the corpses, Zelin walked straight into the castle. After crossing the gate, there is a long bridge behind. He walked across the bridge and came to a hexagonal open space, like a gladiatorial arena. On the rough and uneven walls, he saw rusty torch holders and cages hung on iron brackets. Shackles fixed to the wall, dried bones.

Same thing. He thought coldly in his heart. And there is no taste at all.

In the deepest part of the open space, there is a distinctive decoration, a throne, covered with a red blanket, and the backrest is made up of countless sword blades. Zelin stared at the throne, a gust of wind blew by, and there was no one on it.