The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"No, it's impossible..." the other soldier said comfortingly, but his voice was mixed with crying "How could... go in and take a look and then come out immediately?"

"Uh, uh, just take a look, it will definitely not be infected... I heard that the Knights of the Round Table with Camelot's soldiers will be able to arrive today. We can't say that we don't know anything at that time... It really won't be a problem, right? …"

Therefore, two lucky militiamen cautiously stepped into the village where everything was normal yesterday.

Phew~Thank you Nogi Yuanzi for your reward. It has been a lot in the past two days. Sorry, I will start to explode when I am fine on Ching Ming Festival in two days!

Chapter 25—Icy Eyes

At a place more than a thousand meters away from the target village, Zelin suddenly smelled something wrong.

The clouds are thick in the sky, and the rising sun in the east is still unable to disperse the clouds, and the surrounding area is misty. Zelin walked beside Mordred, although his eyes had been intently looking at the shadow of the village looming in the fog ahead, but his attention had already been scattered around him, expanding his sensory abilities to the maximum, the surrounding grass, the ground Stones, birds in the sky, nothing can escape the sight of his demon hunters.

The dark brown cloak of the demon hunter covered most of his face, but a little cold wind poured in from the collar, curling up his light gray temples, and Zelin lowered his head expressionlessly. From time to time behind him, the murmurs of the soldiers were heard, and Zelin could understand what they were discussing with just a few words. It's nothing more than doubting Zelin's identity. A man who is neither a knight nor a nobleman can be parallel to one of the Knights of the Round Table. Why can he get such an honor?

Regarding this, Zelin's left ear went in and his right ear went out. Such a small matter could not affect the mood of the demon hunter. Why should you care about other people's comments? Zelin never cares about what others think of him, he just needs to do things as perfect as he thinks according to his own inner thoughts. Why don't you care about the rest?

"Mordred" Zelin suddenly called the knight on horseback, lowering his voice, trying to make it impossible for the soldiers behind to hear him. He did not ride a horse. To be precise, Camelot did not have any extra horses. In the entire British kingdom, Altria’s soldiers were able to own horses but only a few hundred soldiers, basically more than one hundred round table knights and their subordinates. Britain itself did not. Horse production, in order to maintain the combat effectiveness of the Knights, horse raising has even become one of Camelot's strategic policies. "When is Camelot's last snowfall, March? April? May?"

Mordred looked at Zelin for unknown reasons, and didn't understand why he suddenly asked, but she turned her head away and explained to Zelin in a neutral voice, "There will be no more snow in Britain after March. Most of the snowfall is concentrated before February, and sometimes there may be late snow, but now it is not snowing."

"Let the soldiers stop." After hearing Mordred's answer, Zelin raised his hand and said to the Knights of the Round Table, "Damn...we are in trouble."

"Stop? Why" Zelin showed the strange look under Mordred's mask without looking at it. Zelin didn't answer, because some things would be unclear for a while, I'm afraid he would tell Mordred the other party too. Can't understand. He waved one hand for the knight to listen to him, and at the same time walked forward two steps quickly, squatting down, and with the other hand, he stretched out **** and gently wiped the ground.

Feeling the cold touch from his fingers, Zelin lifted his hood and turned his hands over. The bright white ice **** stuck to his skin, and the extremely cold particles even made his entire palm feel chills. He rolled up his fingers and rubbed it back and forth, but human body temperature could not melt the ice slag.

The demon hunter raised his head, and the few ice **** on the ground reflected red light in his eyes, winding along all the way until he was immersed in the village at the end of Zelin's sight. Upon seeing this, Zelin sighed, stood up and patted the dust on his body. Mordred got off his horse, took the reins and walked to him, asking somewhat urgingly.

"What the **** happened, what's going on"

Zelin's perspective raised, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he did not answer Mordred's question, but instead asked, "Are there any soldiers stationed here? When you found something wrong and left, were there any soldiers left, and how many? Do you know where they are?"

"I left two soldiers and ordered them not to enter the village. I guess they should be waiting for us right now." Mordred held the hilt with one hand and looked towards the village. It's a pity that Zelin didn't see any soldiers, let alone Mordred. There was silence around her. The habit she had developed during the war made her alert. "Well... something is wrong..."

"Very wrong, Mordred, this village is probably not just a plague. I suggest that the soldiers advance 500 meters and then stop, send your best soldiers, and ride a fast horse to Britain. It's best today. The news will be delivered to the Knight King in the evening." Zelin turned to face Mordred, pointed her finger at her and said, "You stay here and prepare your soldiers for battle, um~ prepare to escape by the way. No matter what, if you encounter an enemy you cannot understand, retreat immediately."

Hearing the word escape, Mordred seemed to have been insulted. Her uncontrollable voice retorted loudly, waving angrily. Enemy, I will not retreat! My king taught me to have a brave heart, no matter if it is courage or strength, I will not do anything to shame the Knights of the Round Table! Otherwise, I will have no face to face my king"

"Huh~ Very good instruction, but unfortunately you didn't understand it at all." Zelin let out a sneer in his nostrils. "This is why you let your soldiers die? For your so-called glory, to prove your courage? More than fifty Camelot soldiers were buried for it? Listen, if I were you, if I wanted to prove my courage and glory, I would let the soldiers evacuate with news and tell what happened here as much as possible. People who need to know it, and then I stay to entangle the enemy and cover their retreat. In the face of a strong enemy, a person who fights to death alone is a brave man. Kidnapping a group of people to die with oneself is an act of a coward. They are not knights, why should they Dedicated to your knighthood?"

One of the iron rules of the demon hunter, never involve unrelated people in danger

"I..." Mordred still wanted to defend, but found that he had nothing to say, and in the end he could only mutter in a low voice, "You are...you are sophistry..."

"Now, you'd better issue the order." Zelin didn't want to continue to pester Mordred in this regard. He stopped looking at the speechless Knights of the Round Table, and turned to look at the shadow of the village. There was no smoke, no The voice is like a dead city. "Tell your Knight King, I might have found the man behind the blizzard. They have not left yet. Let her be careful. By the way, send a few more soldiers to return to Kamey. Luo"

A soldier may not be able to send the news back, just in case a few more people must be sent. Otherwise, Zelin is cautiously investigating here, but Altria doesn't know it. The most troublesome situation is when the news is asymmetry.

"You stay here, let the soldiers camp and make a fire." Zelin took off his cloak and rolled it up on the rocks on the side of the road, tidyed up the two long swords on his back, and checked the potions in the portable backpack. Medicine and sword oil, as well as a magic bomb hung on my belt. "I will be back in the early morning at the latest. If I don’t show up until tomorrow... You will burn this village and tell the King of Knights that there is an encyclopedia in my package. Book, I hope she can remember...The Demon Hunter"

Chapter 26 The Winter Is Coming!

cold! Very cold!

This is Zelin’s first impression of the village. His armor made of griffon leather allows him to move freely in winter without being affected by the cold. But before he walked into the village, he felt a chill, but he just left. At the entrance of the village, the shoulder armor of the demon hunter was covered with a thin layer of hoarfrost, and the iron boots made a harsh squeak on the ground that was about to become frozen soil, and the ground under his feet was no longer moist in the warm spring. , Hard as ice cubes. Standing next to the road sign, Zelin stopped, leaning on the wooden sign with one hand, and gently scratched the falling frost with his thumb, revealing the hidden letters

Harlem Village

"It's terrible..." He silently remembered the victimized village in his heart, and Zelin looked back. The fog caused the air visibility to be less than 50 meters, and he could only vaguely see Mordred and her soldiers. According to Mordred, there should be two militiamen here, but the demon hunters circled the village and did not see them. Whether it was a living person or a corpse, Zelin guessed that they might have encountered them. The same situation as the disappeared villagers. Of course, it is also possible that the corpse has been broken to the point that Zelin could not recognize it.

Putting his fingers into the package around his waist, he drew a bottle of dark green thunder potion from it, Zelin raised his head and swallowed it. The bitter potion slid down the throat into the stomach, and at the same time, a stream of heat spread from the stomach to the whole body. In an instant, his strength increased a lot. There was a feeling that he could smash a stone with one punch, but Zelin knew it. It's just an illusion caused by the sudden increase in power. In the face of difficult creatures, Thunder Potion can be called a panacea. After all, no one will refuse to make one's power stronger. Power is always useful in battle.

As for the sword oil, she poured a whole bottle of residual oil into the sword. Although no sword oil can have a good effect on the ghost soldiers who hunt wildly, the residual oil is the most toxic among many sword oils. According to Zelin's knowledge from other older demon hunters or the records of dead demon hunters, any creatures related to wild hunting are not immune to the toxicity of residual oil, which is why many demon hunters are paying their lives. The conclusion is drawn after the price. In fact, it is not only to deal with wild hunting, but the method of using sword oil is the method summarized in the sacrifices. This is also the first thing that the apprentice of the demon hunter must learn.

Put the almost empty sword oil bottle back deep in the backpack, Zelin placed the decoction that had been placed under it on the outermost layer of the backpack. The effect of the decoction is much better than that of the potion, but the toxicity is also stronger. If it is not about to fight, Zelin will not take the decoction at will. If the toxicity of the decoction accumulates to a certain level, the anti-toxicity of the demon hunter will not be able to resist it. If necessary, the demon hunter must drink a potion called white honey to clean up the toxins in the body

But, in the face of a life-and-death battle, what does it matter if there are more or less toxins in the body?

Stepping on the frost formed on the ground and walking into the village. Zelin casually added a layer of Quinn's seal to his body. The village was silent, and the washed clothes were still hung on the drying racks in the yard, covered with a layer of hoarfrost to make them look gloomy like a shroud. The doors of many houses are still open or half-hidden. When the villagers leave, no one has time to lock the door, or in other words, they can’t lock the door at all. As far as Zelin knows, Camelot’s law and order is very good. But only in cities

Zelin lowered his head, and the vision of the demon hunter shrouded in the surrounding environment. In an instant, all kinds of footprints on the ground clearly appeared in his sight. Men, women, children, Zelin closed his eyes and could imagine the chaotic scene of the village when the disaster hit. But these footprints were not what he wanted. He squatted down and searched the ground carefully. Soon, he found the latest two pairs of footprints among countless footprints. The traces of these two pairs of footprints on the ground are the shallowest. Such footprints can only be formed when the ground is completely frozen. The other footprints were sunk when the frost had just arrived and the ground had not been frozen. Obviously, these two pairs of footprints were left by the militiamen that Mordred mentioned

Are cowhide boots

Zelin reached out and picked up the leather fragments that had fallen off the ground due to friction. This was one of the standard equipment of the militia. Facing Mordred and curiously asking Zelin why he wanted to know what kind of boots the militiamen wear, Zelin calmly gave the answer—sometimes the corpse would shatter to the point of unrecognizable boots. A good way to distinguish. Then Mordred's tone suddenly became unnatural, so that the demon hunter still remembered

Standing up and patted the ice **** off his body, Ze Lin followed the footprints of the two soldiers and walked into the village step by step. Judging from the span of their footprints, the two militiamen were very careful when advancing. No step spanned more than one meter. In some places, the footprints repeated back and forth. It seemed that they began to fall into a state of entanglement. Big house

Zelin walked to the door of the house, pushed it lightly, squeaked, and the wooden door opened---the same was not locked.

Entering the house, Zelin's muscles began to alert. He stood at the door and looked around the house. The candle on the table has been extinguished, and there is no wax oil under the candle, indicating that it has not been burned for long before being extinguished by external force. Food that has already cooled down is also placed on the table. It should be dinner depending on the richness. At least Zelin has never seen anyone eat so much at breakfast. The tableware is messy scattered between the dinner plates, and the wooden chairs are overturned on the ground. , Its owner seemed to be frightened and accidentally bumped into the seat when he got up. Zelin turned his head and looked at the wooden door behind him

The door lock was drooping at the position of the handle, and the iron lock was forcibly broken from outside the door. It seemed that the owner of this house had discovered something and locked the door back, but it was still attacked by an intruder after being discovered. There was no blood on the ground, indicating that there was no fighting in the house and no one was injured. The purpose of the invaders was not to kill and rob, but to plunder the population. Otherwise, the gold coins on the cabinet at the entrance are absolutely impossible to be placed here, how could ordinary robbers be so generous

Except wild hunting

Zelin walked towards the inside of the room, where the soldier’s footprints disappeared. The room is so small that he should be able to find some whether it’s a corpse or a fragment of clothes.

Finally, after turning the room over, Zelin walked to a huge storage box in the inner room. There are some ears of wheat under the box, which is probably used by the owner of this house to store grain. The demon hunter frowned, and for some reason, this gave him an unknown premonition, and the source was this box. He bent down, put his hands on the lid of the box, and an icy feeling came from the palm of his hand. At this time, he found that the box was not locked like the wooden door, and there was no dust in the gap between the lid and the main body. It should have been not long ago. Has been lifted, causing the dust to be shaken down

Zelin used both hands and opened the box. The next moment, even the well-informed, he was startled by the sight in front of him.

Thanks to the generosity of the old driver Rokosov, let’s start to explode tomorrow

Chapter 27 The Brave Heart

A piece of white paper lies flat on the bottom of the box, and there are still some wheat ears around the wooden box. It seems that after the severe cold in winter and the sowing in spring, the family’s food reserves are running out. Maybe Altria It is indeed necessary to carefully consider whether her people can afford a new battle, 13 battles in ten years. I have to say that this is for the young and middle-aged who have to perform military service as well as military service at the bottom. , Is a big burden.

Zelin bent down and picked up this paper about the size of A4. Rubbed it with two fingers. It was just a piece of papyrus. However, the good bleaching technique did not leave much yellowish traces on the page. Obviously, this is not. Camelot's technology, in fact, Zelin hasn't seen any book in Altria's palace these days, only a few pieces of paper. The experience of living with the Knight King tells Zelin that a girl is not a person who dislikes knowledge and learning. This can only show that paper is a luxury in her kingdom, at least not something that ordinary farmers can afford.

The paper is covered with a thin layer of ice scum, which is not surprising, the places where wild hunting passes will be covered with frost. But to Zelin's surprise, there were various symbols written on the paper. As a knowledgeable demon hunter, he found that these symbols were things he knew.

Scoring table, interesting stuff.

This is not the property of the owner of this house, nor can it be the property of the two missing militiamen. Besides the villagers and militiamen, who else will appear here? The answer can be imagined.

Wild hunting! Wild hunting ghost cavalry! Zelin suddenly realized that he seemed to have discovered a big news---the ghost of the wild hunt can actually play the Gwent card! What does this mean? This means that they are not scary night monsters without reason, but rational intelligent creatures! To be honest, the humans in Zelin’s world know very little about wild hunting, and only some of their knowledge comes from the narration of the Elves of Ain-Xidi, but as the hostility of the elves to humans intensifies, they are reluctant to Share knowledge with these intruders.

This news must be brought to other demon hunters, as well as human wizards and female sorcerers. Zelin thought to himself, folded the score sheet and stuffed it into his pocket. In the past, wild hunting rarely appeared in the human world, but I don’t know why. In recent years, there have been more and more sighting reports of wild hunting invasions. Perhaps the next Sinide Island Mages Council will consider how to face wild hunting. Threatened.

The premise is that the Nilfgaard Empire will not choose to fully invade the northern countries at this time.

Taking a deep breath, cold oxygen poured into his lungs, making Zelin recover from his surprise. Suddenly, the cold wind caught in the open door attracted his attention. The wind was mixed with a little white snowflakes, and it was unknown when the snow began to fall again. The village at this time seems to be in winter, but 50 meters away from the village, it is a scene of warm spring. Zelin shook his head, and drew out the silver sword of the High Gryphon behind him.

They are coming!

Sure enough, Zelin had just pulled out the silver long sword, and a huge black shadow rushed in from the door of the house. This monster with wild boar tusks, werewolf claws, combined with the dog’s sense of smell and the wolf’s agility, the wild hounds are the best pioneers of the ghost cavalry. They accompany the cavalry and hunt together with them. The level of danger seemed to be no less than that of their owner. At this time, this monster was lying at the door, purring in his throat, and the saliva from the corner of his mouth gradually flowed to the ground. It seemed to be celebrating the discovery of a new lunch, and it was obviously impatient. . When Zelin had just turned around, its hind feet jumped up and leaped straight towards the demon hunter.

Zelin swiftly spins around. The fighting consciousness he has cultivated over the years allows him to easily avoid the lightning strikes of the hounds. At the same time, when passing by the hounds, he uses a silver sword to draw on its front paws. There is a scar that can be seen deep in the bone.