The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"The Demon Hunter's Journey to Another World" Author: The Lord of the Heavens (to Chapter 3011)

【Introduction】

"The Gwent card can't be regarded as a plaything...Gwent card! Can the matter of a demon hunter be regarded as a dejected one?"

A certain Griffin school demon hunter justified the fact that he was obsessed with playing cards and refused to accept the commission.

In fact, it is a story of a demon hunter playing cards everywhere and accepting commissions, and then looking for apprentices, hoping to find an heir.

Are you going to get the Gwent card in Chapter One?

The Demon Hunter is not a hero, and never was.

Demon hunters can accept any dirty and hard work. The only requirement is proper remuneration and the minimum respect for demon hunters—not harming humans, but slaughtering the Creed of Warcraft.

When their living bodies were first created, it was destined that their body structure and functions were different from ordinary people. Therefore, demon hunters were not born sick, but very few demon hunters survived because they were still When they are babies, they have to accept the trial of the green grass and endure a pain that even adults can hardly endure. If they survive, maybe they will become an excellent demon hunter, but on the contrary, they will pay the price of their lives. Only three levels of people can make it to the end, and the rest will only die with hatred.

It is not unreasonable that the success rate of the trial of the grass is extremely low. They will drink all kinds of decoctions. To ordinary people, these decoctions are no different from highly poisonous, and the same is true for the trained children. When they drink the medicament, cardiac arrest, organ failure, and brain damage, their body will be eroded by the medicament, and only those who can survive drinking the medicament can get strengthening from it. The sequelae caused by the mutation will also appear on the demon hunter, such as the iconic beast eye.

The process is like drinking poison to outsiders. Drink the first bottle of poison, not dead? Okay, continue to drink the second bottle. The second bottle is not dead? Come, continue to dry the third bottle. On average, children around ten years old can only pass the hardest part of the trial if they survive all the potions and recover successfully. Of course, most people die when they drink the first bottle of potions.

Zelin is one of the three survivors. He often sighs about his luck. Only one out of ten children who receive training can become a real demon hunter, and some of the ten demon hunters will be holding badges. Die in the trial, some will die in the first mission. There are very few who can live to the end. Most people died in battles with Warcraft, or fell under a dagger stabbed in the dark. Many people are not friendly or even hostile to the demon hunters. But when encountering unresolved dangers, they can only seek the help of demon hunters.

"So, this is your commission?" In the village tavern, Zelin saw this man who was full of alcohol. The brown burlap was attached to his body, and the wine stains on the cuffs became hairy because of not washing for a long time. The dark, dark green trousers were also covered with dust, and the trouser legs were **** with a few hemp ropes to prevent mud from sticking to them when doing farm work. Hearing Zelin's voice, the man put down his wine glass and turned his head swayingly.

"You are Xiji? The village elder here?" Zelin's slender beast pupil looked up and down at the drunk in front of him, dressed as a standard northern peasant, and his ten fingers were worn out with calluses. The heavy farm work made him feel bad. There was no gleam in his eyes, his shoulders seemed to be bent a little because of the heavy load, his face was covered with wrinkles, and his malnutrition made him look a little thin. "I am Zelin from Tamoria. I saw you outside the sign. Something posted."

"Oh...oh, it's great to see you, Master Demon Hunter." Seeing Zelin's eyes and the Griffon badge hanging under his neck, Nishiki quickly stood up in panic and fear, and was just with him. Friends who were drinking together got up and left the wine table when they saw this. It was not just them, but other people in the tavern were also more or less far away from where Zelin was standing, as if there was something infectious on his body, Zelin could Feeling the fear and disgust in their hearts, but he doesn't blame them, hostility between different races has long been a common practice in the mainland.

Humans are hostile to elves. The elves, especially the squirrel party among them, are more hostile to humans. Dwarves are treated as second-class citizens in many cities and are despised by humans. Dwarves respond to this contempt in their own way. Goblins are almost extinct on the mainland. Not to mention the kind of creatures. Not only for other races, ordinary humans hate the wizards and sorcerers among humans, treating them as unclear omens, plotters, behind the scenes of initiating wars, and even a church called Eternal Fire to protect humans. Hunt them for the name. Although the demon hunters were once humans, the mutations in them still make ordinary humans call them mutant species in fear.

"You said on the notice that there are..." Zelin lowered his eyes and scanned the order in his hand. After reconfirming the contents of the above, he said with questions, "Are there ghosts? Are you sure?" According to Zelin's experience, Many clients did not know what the monster they saw was. Not only the farmers, but also the educated nobles in the castle could not tell the difference between evil spirits and goblins. Except for demon hunters, no one would learn about monsters. Knowledge. More than once, a client stood in front of Zelin and vowed to say that a demon killed his cattle and sheep, but after he investigated it, he discovered that it was just a few ghouls attracted by the corpses who came to an extra meal. .

"Master, I did see the shadows of ghosts and monsters. It's true." When referring to the commission, Sigi raised his hand and said as if swearing, "I saw the shadow flashing across the woods many times. I also know that ghosts are monsters that kill people without blinking. If I die in the forest, my mother-in-law will be sad, and I still have children to raise, so when I see the shadows..." Siji's face suddenly reddened." I didn't dare to go...but please believe me, the other people in the village also saw the shadow of ghosts, so we raised money together, hope someone can help solve the ghosts."

"There is no need to be ashamed. Not everyone has the courage to face the ghosts and survive." Zelin shook his head lightly, and stuffed the letter of entrustment into his pocket with his backhand. "Tell me the last time you saw...what is the ghost you mentioned? Place, what harm did it cause, or when did you find the ghost, tell me everything you know."

When facing the commission, the demon hunter must not miss any details. Only through the traces left by the hunting target to get the true face of the target, can the demon hunters be fully prepared before the battle. It is coated with sword oil that can specifically restrain the enemy, and drink appropriate potions or decoctions to temporarily strengthen its own combat effectiveness. Inexperienced young demon hunters generally die by misjudgment. When they think that the target is a giant ghoul and apply the corpse sword oil to hunt them, they find that it is a werewolf who rushes over. Zelin can only hope that these colleagues are good enough, otherwise two legs can never run four legs.

"The last time was in the forest north of the village. In the evening five days ago, I found a cow in the village was missing. We had three cows in total, and one of them was sick. "Exhausted" Sigi began to recall what she had seen. "I followed the footprints of the cow and went into the forest. Finally, I found the carcass of the cow. The head was cut off, and there was a large piece of meat missing. I was very Angry, Master, I thought it was a bull thief who did it. After all, these days are not peaceful, and everything happens."

"But just when I was going to look around and see if I could find the place where the bull thief was and call someone to teach him a lesson, I, I saw that shadow, it was terrible, I had never seen a creature like that." Although several days have passed, when the village elder recalled the incident, his voice was still full of fear. "That monster was eating beef, and then he saw me. I turned my head and ran away desperately. God bless me, monster. I can only come back alive without catching up."

"Maybe it feels that your meat is not as delicious as that cow." Zelin told a sneer, but the village elder Xiji didn't find this kind of thing funny at all, but he just laughed compatibly. Seeing that Zelin stopped joking with things, he folded his arms and asked Sigi seriously, "I will set out to solve the ghost, but before that, I want to know that my job can get me How much is it paid?"

"Master, how much do you want?" As soon as he mentioned money, Xiji's eyes instantly changed into a sly, as if the word dispelled the alcohol in his head. Nobles care about prestige, church cares about piety, and everyone cares about money. This sentence is a proverb spread on the mainland, and it is obviously a proverb that has stood the test of time. Zelin used to be a person who would solve the problem first and then talk about money. Until he once cleared the water ghosts that infested the paddy fields, he found that the local villagers were not only unwilling to pay compensation, but also reported to the witch hunters of the Eternal Fire Church. Mutant species block the way and rob. As a result, Zelin could only protect foreign merchants, earning bread money while staying away from that area.

Demon hunters can defeat a group of well-trained soldiers and kill monsters that ordinary people can't fight. But demon hunters also need to eat, and they will die if they are injured and bleed too much. In this respect, they are no different from ordinary people.

"Two hundred krona, half of it will be delivered in advance, and the rest will be delivered after I complete the task." Zelin said the price he wanted. "You have to understand that no matter what business you do, the advance payment is a guarantee of integrity."

"Well...Master, if you can solve the monster, we will pay two hundred crowns for your work." After some thinking, Sigi agreed to Zelin's request. It may be that the monster is more threatening than flowery. Losing two hundred krona is more serious. It is also possible that you don’t know when you can meet a new demon hunter again and the asking price is less than two hundred krona. Of course, the premise is that their village will not persist under the invasion of monsters. The hunter arrives.

"Very good" Zelin nodded, and took the money bag handed over by the village elder. One hand turned upside down, the weight was about the same, so Zelin tied the bag to his belt "I will be back tomorrow night at the latest, and I will meet here then."

After explaining the time, Zelin turned around and prepared to leave the tavern. At this time, on the other side of the tavern, a curse came into his ears.

"Damn, let me say that this freak is not worth getting so much money! Just swinging a sword can get money. What is different from a robber? Isn't it right for a monster to kill a monster! Waste!"

The sound was very loud, overwhelming the noise in the tavern, and not only Zelin could hear it clearly, but other drinkers could also hear it. For a while, everyone stopped their movements and looked at the source of the sound at the same time as Zelin. A drunk man with his sleeves rolled up barefoot. The blue linen was wet by the spilled wine, mixed with sweat, and his body exuded an unbearable stench. Some people screamed after the man shouted. Immediately avoided, afraid that the next thing would involve him. Several of his friends wanted to stop him.

"Don't talk about Yake, all demon hunters kill people without blinking. There are no soldiers here. We don't have a good fruit to irritate him." Zelin, their whispers were no different from the loud shouts of the big man in his ears.

"Afraid of what he would do!" The big man seemed to be drunk, stood up and mumbled, and walked towards Zelin. I'm great! You are useless except to swing a sword! When the monsters in the wild are killed, it's your turn to freaks!"

Zelin closed his eyes, smiled softly, and put a hand into his jacket pocket "If you really think so..."

"You, what are you going to do?" The big man was taken aback by Zelin's actions, and a cold sweat made him wake up a lot of alcohol. Only then did he regret to discover that before the demon hunter was treated as a monster, Zelin He can be hacked to death with a single sword, and the soldier will never offend a demon hunter for his own death. Demon hunters are masters of swordsmanship, especially the cat school of which is famous for their superb assassination skills. No army commander is willing to offend living demon hunters. After all, they can accept the commission of killing monsters, and they can also accept it. The request for the assassination of the hostile commander.

Zelin glanced across the tavern, worried people, watching the crowd, everything, but no matter what kind of person, they are watching Zelin's next action, a punch on the tip of the big man's nose, giving him a lifelong unforgettable The lesson, I still draw out the sword directly to kill him so that everyone can see the majesty of the demon hunter.

"Then..." Zelin drew out what was in his pocket, not a long sword or a dagger, but a pile of cards. "Then let's have a game of Gwent cards!"

Chapter 2 Turn on Detective Mode

After a quarter of an hour, Zelin walked out of the hotel, took a deep breath of the cool air outside, calmed down his brain that had become a little excited by playing cards, closed the wooden door of the tavern with his backhand, and shut the noise inside at the same time. At this time, there was a full twenty crowns in his pocket, but this was not obtained through commission. Playing cards with drunks always makes a lot of money, especially when he sees Yake put out a handful of bad Squirrel Party cards. Later, Zelin felt that his food expenses for the past two days had been reduced.

Zelin usually finds a tavern at night to see if there are drunken alcoholics in it. Based on his years of experience, these people are the ones who are the easiest to throw the few krona in their pockets into the gambling game. Although the craftsmen and merchants met during the day are rich and they are not stingy in placing bets, they will wisely stop when Zelin wins a few rounds easily, use various reasons to shirk and never play with him again. Playing cards, but those who are tired during the day and go to the pub for entertainment at night are different. They are happy to use their drunk money to play a few cards, while losing a coin while crying that they are not lucky. In another round, Zelin would be forced to stay if he wanted to leave, as was the drunk named Yake he encountered today.

However, in a few rounds, Zelin took the last krona coin in Yake’s pocket. These bright gold coins are very popular in the northern countries. Some kingdoms choose to make their own currency and control their economy as much as possible. In the hands of the king, such as Oren coins. But there is no currency on the whole continent that can surpass the Krona in purchasing power, especially as it is close to the free city of Novigrad. Farmers who want to sell their crops will not take other currencies and the wealthy people in the city who are above the top. Businessmen make deals. .

Zelin's **** hold the card he just won---the private lord doctor of the Squirrel Party. The price is reasonable, but for Zelin, who has not collected the Squirrel Party deck yet, he uses the Northern Territory deck to kill all the time. In other words, it can only be temporarily thrown into the pocket as a warehouse. Of course, Zelin didn't expect to meet someone with a hero card in a rural village. Even if they had a hero card, they would not easily hand over their killer card if they lost the game.

Putting his other money-making tool carefully into his jacket pocket, Zelin recalled the direction that the village elder Xiji had pointed out to him, and he walked towards the woods in the north of the village. If you want to continue playing cards to make money, it’s necessary to have a good relationship with the local villagers. To help them solve the threat, you can get two hundred crowns. Before the Eternal Fire Church does not instigate them again, you can earn another two by playing cards for a few days. Hundred Krona. Just let them know that there is a Gwent card master here, and there are always people in the village with a few coins to challenge, either a master craftsman with some spare money, or a young man who is idle all day long. Zelin has always been a visitor to them. Don't refuse.

Accepting the entrustment of the hunter is only for the locals to have a good relationship, and to make money by playing cards is the right job.

Walking on the village path, Zelin's beast pupils looked at the surrounding environment all the time. This place is located in the northern kingdoms, south of the Kingdom of Redania. The influence of the Eternal Fire Church has expanded here. You can see several candles piled up to light up on both sides of the road. This is not to illuminate the road for passers-by. The light, but a ceremony representing the glory of the eternal fire, means that the glory of the eternal fire protects the village from the invasion of darkness.

Zelin has never had a good opinion of this church that incites hatred between civilians and non-human races, but fortunately, the powerful influence of Eternal Fire is limited to the free city of Novigrad. For the northern countries, Or the Southern Empire Nilfgaard, their missionaries will be taught by the local soldiers and thrown out. Moreover, under the suppression of the Warlock Brotherhood, the eternal fire can't turn over any storm.

Zelin’s destination is the Mahakam Mountains in the southeast of Redaniya. Riding a fast horse, it only takes two days to cross the Ponta River and enter the territory of Temoria. Staying here, but unexpectedly his horse was eaten by the dragon creature the last time he hunted the pterodactyl. Before earning the money to buy a good horse, Zelin might still be there. Wandering here for a few days. A demon hunter who runs around the world on two legs is estimated to be laughed off by his colleagues.

Leaving the tavern, the village became quiet in Zelin’s ears. The candlelight from the farmers was spread on the road through the windows. The insects in the grass on the roadside were sparse, and occasionally a few sheep called into his ears. After a day's work, the village fell into a temporary calm. At night, people will choose to take a good rest. When the first **** crows in the village tomorrow, the villagers will start a new day of hard and intensive work, day after day, and the country is composed of countless such villages. It is composed of countless ordinary villagers to pay tribute, so that the noble lords can stay in the castle and enjoy their achievements.

Walking into the wilderness, the boundaries between the woods and the village became blurred in the high and low bushes. Except for wild hunting, there was almost no record of Warcraft rushing into the village. But in the wild, there are countless humans killed by monsters. Zelin found that he was dragged into the water by them to drown the unlucky ghost more than once when he wiped out the water ghosts by the river. This world is perilous. Humans can only be considered safe in their own strongholds. In the wilderness, corpse-eating creatures, mutant insects, dragon-like creatures, griffin beasts and other mixed creatures are rampant. There are warcrafts. The world. It is precisely because of this that the humans in this world have to need to deal with the experts of Warcraft --- Demon Hunters.

Continue to walk into the woods, shrubs began to become scarce, replaced by tall pine trees. At the junction of Tamoria and Ridania, the entourage can see dense pine forests, some even stretch for dozens of miles without seeing the edge. Seeing this, Zelin flipped through his pocket and found a magnetic needle studded on a shiny gold chassis.

When walking through the jungle or the endless grassland, it is inevitable that you will encounter a cloudy day without the sun. In that case, Zelin relies on a magnetic needle to identify the direction. Of course, this valuable piece of magnetic needle was not bought by Zelin at a big price. It was in Fujian, the capital of the Kingdom of Aden. I ran home overnight and brought this magnetic needle back as compensation for 13 consecutive credits.

"Well...Go north..." Zelin lowered his eyes to confirm his lower position and raised his head. The more you walk forward, the harder it is for moonlight to shine on the ground through the dense branches and leaves.

For ordinary people, this is just insufficient light, but for the demon hunter, this is an excellent place for the fog demon and werewolf to ambush. There are often hidden evil spirits in the shadows. A single evil spirit is nothing. It's harmful, but five is quite dangerous, more than ten, even the most experienced demon hunter may die. Listening to the wolf howl coming from not far away, Zelin shrugged, raised his hand to draw an inverted triangle rune in mid-air, and then spread the five fingers to push the rune forward. When the rune touched Zelin's palm , The ripples that instantly turned into bright orange covered his whole body.

Kunen’s Seal, also known as the Demon Hunter’s Shield, once studied with the demon hunter master of the Griffin School, the master took Zelin more than once after drinking and said, ‘Do you know the real dragon? I don’t know where it’s higher than those lower-level monsters. Leaning on the Kunen’s Seal, I’m talking and laughing with it~', but when Zelin asked him what to do if he encounters a dragon, the master simply gave it The six-character mantra.

Don't persuade, hurry up.

Shaking his head and throwing away the messy thoughts inside, Zelin strode into the forest. The cat’s eyes allowed him to see things clearly in the dark. Even on a foggy day, he could have a visible range of at least 30 meters. The body variation of the demon hunter is not limited to strength and agility, but the true variation of the whole body organs.

Not long after walking into the forest, Zelin smelled the **** odor left in the air. The stale and fresh scents were mixed together. The scent five days ago should have been left by the killed cow, and the most recent one. , It was about 30 meters away from Zelin, and several killed wild wolves fell to the ground.

Zelin closed his eyes and rubbed them. A few seconds later, he opened his eyes suddenly. In an instant, the whole world changed color in his eyes, the smell of blood in the air, the chaotic footprints on the ground, and the sounds from all over the forest. The direction of the source of, the herbs swaying in the wind in the bushes, these things that ordinary people cannot see are as eye-catching in Zelin’s eyes as dye splashing on a white canvas. Relying on this special ability, the demon hunter can find clues in countless chaos. Find out the information you need in "Well, start working."

Chapter Three Preliminary

"Well, the wound was cut by a sharp object, sharp...interesting."

Bend down and squatted beside the wolf's corpse, Zelin carefully looked at the wound on it. Five days have passed since the attack time mentioned by the village elder. Zelin only found a few cattle bones with gnawing marks in the woods. After judging that the tooth marks were only left by a group of wild wolves and wild dogs, it was impossible. Provide Zelin with any useful clues. Based on his years of experience dealing with monsters, except for ghouls who can be attracted by the smell of corpses, monsters generally do not move far away from their lairs. Although the first-hand physical evidence is no longer available, as long as he can find other traces of attacks in the forest, Zelin can still judge what monster he is facing.

Except for a wolf that was eaten on the ground, the other wolves had only one fatal wound on the neck. The attacker was obviously an experienced hunter. He cut off the arteries of the wild wolf with just one blow and succeeded in one blow. After that, there is no extra action, fast and efficient. Zelin closed his eyes and turned out the powerful killers in his memory one by one, but no matter whether it was a pterodactyl, a ghoul, or a werewolf, they couldn't do such an attack that combined killing and art.