The Journey of the Demon Hunter

He is not here?

Zelin turned around, and there were bifurcated roads leading to different positions on both sides of the long bridge, leading to different positions of the fortress. But he didn't stop. If the enemy wanted to kill him, he had to show up. Relying on the dry wind and sand could not make him disappear out of thin air. He subconsciously touched the potion, but he didn't touch anything. There were no bombs, no potions, and no silver swords, except for the three throwing knives and ebony blades he had previously held in his hands.

"I never expected it would be you."

Another gust of wind blew, Zelin rolled his head. Behind him, the Tower of Sauron sat on the throne, looking arrogantly at the invaders in the fortress.

"You finally decided..." Zelin slowly turned around, raised his chin and looked at Taer. "Get out of the shadows and die."

"I thought it was the Lord of the Rings Forge and the body he was looking for. The Dark Lord decided to give him a chance to return to the camp. How much I want to catch him personally and offer the Lord the most wanted Soul. But now, I have changed my attention. You will be a more suitable gift before the Lord of the Ring Forge. Look at you, how evil and powerful soul." Tal stood up, his hands were empty. , But it seems to be holding the most powerful weapon. "Indifferent to the death of the closest person, not many people can do it to this degree. Give your soul and bow down to the demon lord, and you will get stronger strength and power."

Of course Zelin wasn't listening to Tal finishing all these nonsense.

He looked at the Tower of Sauron coldly, filtering his thoughts through his mind.

"What is your decision? Make the right choice, and you will find what a perfect path you have embarked on."

There is no problem with the plan.

Zelin still stared at the enemy expressionlessly, Taer's words flicked through his ears like the wind, he could not hear any sound, only one thing remained in his mind. Try everything possible and do everything possible.

Kill him.

Chapter 1709 Broken Mirror

The biting Alder swept across the entire clearing.

A frost formed on the ground, and the bones hanging on the torture instrument were only broken pieces of bone on the ground, and Taer's throne was overturned to the ground and turned into a piece of debris.

Zelin has been using his hands hidden behind his back to accumulate strength. Just like the demon hunter badge cannot find the traces of curses and witchcraft, if it is in his world, facing a dangerous warlock, the trick of the demon hunter is difficult to work, but here, no one can realize that Ze Lin is doing something secretly. When Fayin's gas explosion appeared, Zelin saw that Taer was hit like a hammer, and his whole body flew backwards, smashing into the throne that was dumped and shattered.

He jumped over and drew the rune of Ignifa Seal again before landing, and the stream of flames swept across the place where Tal had fallen. The frost melted and turned into steam at high temperatures. Zelin maintained the charm, holding the ebony blade, and approaching step by step. The flames washed the earth, and the blanket shrank and twisted under the lick of the tongue, turning into a pool of ashes. After a few seconds, Zelin retracted his hand, the flame disappeared, and only blackened metal and smoldering charcoal remained on the ground.

"You made a wrong decision."

The voice of Thor's Tower seems to be everywhere. "But you will change your decision. Hammer once thought he could fight the Dark Lord. It wasn't until his soul saw the power of the Demon Lord that he realized how ridiculously naive he was in the past."

Zelin said nothing, he looked around warily. Where is Tal? Invisible? Send? Or some kind of more powerful illusion?

"It's such a joy to fight the weak. It can cause so much pain and see so many poor people kneeling down and begging for mercy."

Footsteps.

Zelin turned around, and Taer appeared behind him like a ball of flame, and raised his hand to the demon hunter. Zelin subconsciously touched his waist, preparing to shoot with arrows smeared with resin.

But he felt empty.

Nothing.

In the next second, Tal was replaced by an eye, and the burning eye instantly covered Zelin's pupils. Zelin's eyes were dark, as if a hammer hit the demon hunter violently, making him almost unable to breathe. He felt tingling pains all over his body, there seemed to be thousands of needles piercing in his ears and brain, his intestines and stomach were screwed together, and something was hitting right and left in his body. He took a step back and traced a new rune with his fingers. He knows a way to protect his spirit, which is risky, but it's worth a try.

The Heliotrope charm almost immediately emptied the remaining power, but it worked. He didn't know whether the charm resisted the effects of witchcraft, or the charm itself was stimulating his adrenaline and alleviating the pain. Or just a psychological effect, but this is enough. The eyes of flames gradually became blurred, and the vision of the eyes returned to Taal.

He tried to open his eyes wide, pretending that he couldn't see anything, standing still, shaking, looking like he was about to faint.

"You don't know what kind of power you are fighting with. The power of the demon lord is not known to mortals." Taer strode towards Zelin, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the demon hunter's forehead. "Since you refuse to take the initiative to bow down to the Demon Lord, then I will take your soul, and the black knight that your soul has turned into will become the best warrior...Ah!!!"

The ebony blade slammed into Tal's chest.

Tal, who was caught off guard, let go of his hand, took two steps back with his chest, and looked at the crack in his chest that was emitting hot fire in horror. He didn't understand why the Demon Hunter did not lose the ability to resist under the attack of the illusion like others, but Zelin did not tell him his plan. Enduring the severe pain in his body and seizing the opportunity that Taer had not recovered, Zelin swung his sword again. Taer's knee was scratched, and his tall body fell to his knees. The demon hunter jumped up and slashed a sword across his chest vigorously from top to bottom. Then, using the strength of this sword, he slashed a second sword from bottom to top, and drew a line on him. The cross burst into flames.

Tal screamed bitterly, and the fortress reverberated with a rumbling echo.

When Zelin fell on the ground, behind him, the cracks spread on Taer at a speed visible to the naked eye, and more light emitted completely enveloped him, leaving only a vague black shadow in the light.

The next moment, the world burst.

Zelin opened his eyes abruptly. He stared at everything in front of him in a daze. The sense of indifference faded like a tide, and the colder chill that surged up from him was not him, but for everything he had just done and thought. The coming cold wind made him shiver subconsciously.

But he is not alone here.

On the previously empty platform, more than a dozen orc guards and war chiefs were opening their eyes and opening their mouths, looking at the demon hunter who was half kneeling among them in surprise. Beside Zelin, a charred corpse exuded wisps of black smoke, emitting a disgusting stench.

Just like when the black knight died. Zelin thought. He is the second.

Among the orcs, there was a wooden stake erected, and Lisa Riel was tied to it. She also opened her eyes wide, looking at Zelin, who raised her eyelids in amazement. She was not dead, and there were not so many wounds on her body. The only obvious scar was a bruise from a punch on the face.

Zelin hadn't noticed all of this just now. If there were so many orcs on the tower, it would be impossible to avoid the eyes of the demon hunter. The only explanation is that he was discovered when he was near the wooden tower. The freak was right, no one in the fishing village could escape his sight when Tal was on his tower. But now, everything is different, and it is impossible for the dead to see anything.

Zelin stood up, drew out the sword inserted in the gap of the wooden plank, and the orcs surrounding him scattered.

"You killed Tal?" Lisa Riel shook her head in disbelief. "I thought you were going to be controlled by him."

Zelin walked over and broke the hemp rope with a dagger.

"What happened just now?"

Chaos began to appear in the camp, Zelin didn't care, most of the orcs still didn't understand what was going on.

"You climbed up, and then froze in place." Lisa Reel broke free from the rope on her body. "Tal said, he wants to control your soul and let other orcs see the fate of resisting it. He summoned the orc chief, and then held your forehead, after a few seconds, he started to burn and scream. Later You know it, you wake up."

"Do you know his name?"

"The orcs were calling his name just now." Lisariel retrieved her short sword from Tal's body. "We have been found, we must retreat..."

"No, Lisariel." Zelin stopped her. "The plan continues as usual."

"Other orcs will find traces of our activities!"

"Trust me, Lisariel, I have a solution to this matter." Zelin looked straight into Lisariel's eyes. "The opportunity is not to be missed."

The corners of Lisa's mouth moved, but she didn't say anything.

A few minutes later, the noisy orc camp was engulfed by raging fire.

Chapter 1710 Retreat and Cooperation

Riots, riots.

Zelin can only use these two words to describe what happened in the fishing village, but he is happy to see it.

When the fourth war chief fell under the pitch-black ebony blade, the resistance of the orcs completely collapsed. They fled in all directions, and refused to turn their heads no matter how the captain drove them. The Tower of Sauron is dead, and several of the most powerful war chiefs are also dead. When Zelin followed the fleeing orc soldier and walked towards the captain, the captains also chose to escape. Originally there were orcs trying to prevent human slaves from escaping, but after several overseers were hacked and killed by the infiltrated Norn soldiers and Zelin, all the blocking forces were solved.

"Bolivar, Lyle, Dean, each of you led the ten escaped compatriots to retreat to the evacuation point. Arvid, Longman, you two are going to the pier and the trestle to see if there are any left behind. Yes, the injured. The search time is not allowed to exceed fifteen minutes. You must leave here within fifteen minutes and go to the evacuation point."

Lisa Riel sat on a raised stone and gave orders to the Norns who formed a semicircle. After hearing the order, these soldiers nodded clearly, and immediately turned around to complete the task at hand.

"Don't go to the dock, the injured slave is not there."