The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Yeah, disaster. Those people in black are all lunatics, and the Skellyjies were completely irritated by Nilfgaard." The bearded captain bit the delicious fish and carefully spit out the thorns into the river. "Yi King Stuart is the brother of King Skelly Gerbran, and now their pirate ships and raiders have all set off to the south, led by King Bran’s nephew Craggy Quete, alas, you are not on the water, you don’t know him. It’s amazing. I can say for sure that people in black should stay away from their ports, and merchant ships don’t even want to go to sea. Bah! I don’t want the bad money of those people in black, let them all feed the fish! Oh, thank you. "

The dwarf poured beer on the empty glass of the captain.

"With these words, I toast you a drink." The lame spy murmured loudly, with a little drunkenness on his face. Zelin chuckled and shook his head. The first time he saw a drunk spy, plus Lucard made no secret of his hatred of Nilfgaard. Zelin speculated that he might have chosen to play for Dikoscher with his passion, although why a dwarf would join Rydania’s intelligence agency is very It is worth studying, but he doesn't want to waste thinking time on these unimportant things. He pretends to be interested in the bones of the grilled fish, without saying a word, and continues to quietly listen to the conversation between the two in front of him.

"It's not a good time now. You can smell blood in the air." The bearded captain drank half a glass of beer in one sip, and the gas poured into his stomach with the beer made him burp. "After a while, if If the Nilfgaards can hit the Punta River, I resigned from the Chamber of Commerce and returned to Adkalai to enlist in the army. I heard several colleagues who used to do business on the Yaruga River say, Nilfgaard People took away everything they could take away. The gallows and the standing poles with dead bodies stretched on the main road for several miles, and the horizon was full of black smoke rising from the ruins, **** men in black! They never imagined. Do the same to Kovind!"

"Our kings will definitely win, Burratt, for sure! They will be in Sorden, and they will end the enemy on the north bank of the Yaruja." Lukad waved his arm and yelled in agreement, until he coughed violently from the fishbone. Cut him off.

"Listen, Lucard, I took the commission you mentioned earlier, but I can't promise anything." In response to the captain's curious eyes, Zelin shrugged, and Queen Carrance has been in the past few years. She was also one of his customers. For this lioness, her character impressed the demon hunter "especially after hearing the news of the massacre, but I will pay attention to the news and hope that the child is safe." Zelin filled his glass with dark beer with only half a glass left. Seeing this, the dwarf and the captain also picked up the glass.

"To Sintra!"

The cold beer was drunk, and the cold wind blowing in the wilderness on both sides of the river made the dwarf and the captain shiver at the same time. The figures on the deck shook, and it was sailors who climbed to the sides of the mast to fill the oil lamp that was about to go out.

"Lukad, give you a piece of advice." Seeing the dwarf fill himself with beer again, Zelin whispered. Fisherman, or apply for a lumberjack, do whatever you want, but don’t do your current career. I think you can see that you are really not suitable."

The dwarf said nothing, he poured beer on the bearded captain again. For a while, the atmosphere was a little dull. There were only three people chewing the smoked fish. Zelin didn't say anything. Until the end, the captain returned to his room after eating the smoked fish. Zelin also took the package and prepared this on the deck. When the position was resting, he heard Lucard whisper as he walked past him.

"You are right. If someone like me continues to be a spy, I probably won't know where I died in the end. I will try my best to find a serious job. Thank you, Master Demon Hunter."

In response to this, the corner of Zelin's mouth was slightly tilted, he leaned back on the package, closed his eyes and fell into meditation. The moonlight was faintly cool, and the Merchant Wave Chaser continued on the calm river towards Ailand.

Thanks to Qin Ming's bloody, Heaven Dior, garcane's reward, and garcane's monthly ticket Zizi. Originally wanted to post a map of the Wizarding Continent, but found that there was no option to upload pictures, which was a pity.

Chapter 48 Death is Like the Wind

Zelin first saw war refugees the day after he disembarked from Island.

A group of ragged people gathered near the forest. Their faces were haggard and listless, just like people who had just been awakened by a terrible nightmare. Zelin saw only numbness and despair on their faces, mixed with a little panic. There weren't even some wooden stakes placed around the camp, and Zelin didn't realize that he had entered the refugee camp until a man dressed only in torn white linen stopped him.

"Don't worry, calm down, you must at least tell me your purpose first before I can help you." Zelin squinted his eyes and looked at the incoherent man before him. The linen clothes clung to his body due to sweat stains. There was as much dirt and dust on his face as he looked like a long journey. There were some scratches on both sides of the clothes, and there was an imperceptible trace of blood near the scratches. It was the traces left by being scratched by branches when he fled through the forest. His cowhide boots had worn out. Zelin estimated that these boots could only support a few more days.

"Oh, okay, sorry." The man breathed heavily. His eyes were full of panic and bloodshot eyes. Just now when Zelin was riding a horse on the forest path, he suddenly rushed out from the roadside, constantly He’s waving his hands and screaming, thanks to the fact that the **** doesn’t run too fast. Before the horseshoe makes close contact with the tip of his nose, Zelin has enough time to stop it instead of stepping on the man, otherwise the roadside One more unnamed corpse is needed.

The man opened his mouth, as if he was nervous or anxious. His trembling teeth made his voice a little out of tune, but Zelin could still tell what he was saying, "You are the master demon hunter, right, I She’s gone! I want to ask you to help find her. I can’t live without her. I know you need to be paid. When I escaped from the Hinterland, I also brought some coins with me to pay you. Please be sure to find her for me and bring her back.” As he said, the man pulled out a somewhat shriveled money bag from the inside of the linen around his waist. “This is my last savings. Take it.”

Looking down at the money bag in the man’s hand, it is estimated that there are less than fifty coins in it, at most enough money for him to make a potion, not counting the sword oil and the magic bomb that may be used. Lin shook his head gently, stopped him suddenly, and then told him that there was a commission waiting for him that could not make money. This kind of strange thing would happen during the war, "We will discuss it when I bring your wife back." Price question, tell me something about her, when did she disappear, or when did you find her missing, where did you do anything before, do you feel her? There are signs of abnormality. Tell me everything you know and remember."

"Oh, okay, okay." The refugee-like man scratched his head. "It was this morning, probably when the sun was just rising. My head hurts, it hurts, and my body is very hot. It should be The reason why I fell into the river and was blown by the cold wind all night while crossing the Yaruja River. Thanks to my wife’s care, I would have died in Upper Sutton. There were so many wild wolves there, and there were wolves everywhere at night. Howl and their green eyes, they are more terrifying than the men in black..."

"Talk about the key points."

"Yes, the point, the point." The refugee nodded. "About four hours ago, my wife thought of a nearby trap to see if there was an edible rabbit. This is a trap we made together, thanks to it. The rabbits and mice that arrive will prevent us from starving to death on the way. She is a good person and knows some herbal medicine, otherwise I don’t expect to recover in a few days..."

"Talk about the key points."

"Oh yes, let's focus." The man shook his head to calm himself down. "At first I didn't want her to go to the forest. There were a lot of monsters, cannibal wolves, and bears, but she was with several other people. I went, I still have a pitchfork on my body. Even if you encounter wild wolves, you won’t have a problem, but there were wolves howling in the forest last night. It’s a terrifying sound. They seem to have been hovering nearby, but if they don’t Food, we can’t live by eating weeds and bark, the **** black man came too fast..."

"Talk about the key points."

"This is really the point, Master." The man coughed violently, and Ze Lin waited quietly. After more than ten seconds, he calmed down. "As a result, I waited until noon and no one came back. I wanted to go to the forest. Looking for them, but other people said that they must have encountered wolves or some monsters. It is very dangerous and cannot stay here anymore. They must leave before night falls. I beg them to wait and wait a while, I can’t Just leave my wife behind."

Zelin sighed. This is not the first time he has encountered this situation. No matter the farmer in the country, the nobles living in the castle, or even the students and professors in the college, they always talk about the details when they entrust him. The matter, I think about him.

"Please tell me the point, tell me where your wife is missing, and then I will look for her, understand?"

"The trap is about three hundred meters in the forest..."

"Okay, wait for me here." Zelin rode on the **** and pulled the rein to the left slightly, and the mare obediently walked towards the direction of the forest. There is still some time before dark, and the sun is trying to emit the last rays of light on the horizon. This is a good thing. Some monsters don't like daytime activities, and he can rule out the possibility of them. He rode on horseback thinking about the list of monsters that might appear in the forest during the day. After he walked about a dozen steps, the refugees suddenly called Zelin from behind.

"Shunter, master demon hunter, may I ask..." The man lowered his head a little entangled, and stopped talking. Zelin immediately turned around and looked at him blankly. After a few seconds, the man asked worriedly. "My wife, she, she must be okay, uh, I mean, she must be... you can definitely bring her back safely, right?"

"I think it should be okay." Seeing the other's suspicious expression, Zelin took a deep breath, bent down and searched for a while from the package on the right, then took out a small bottle with the pure white liquid swaying "Your The mental state is very bad. Drink some of this. Some people say this is the poisonous milk of the demon hunter, but it is just a calming drink extracted from some plants. Drink some, your wife must be fine."

"Oh, thank you, Master." The refugee reached out and took the bottle. After taking a sip, he lowered his eyebrows, his expression calming down. "Thank you so much."

"One more thing, I almost forgot, what kind of boots does your wife wear?"

"Brown moccasin boots, why do you ask this, Master?"

"No, it's okay"

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Chapter 49: Bitter as black currant

The forest in Islande seems to be as dense as the forest in Brockley. The trees here are mostly oak trees, mixed with some yew and poplar trees. The circumference of these trunks has the length of an adult’s arms. The canopy almost obscures the sky of the forest, and the dim light of the setting sun barely penetrates the branches, providing a hint of light to the woodland. However, Zelin knew that this woodland would not flourish for too long. Whether it was the Nilfgaards winning or the northerners keeping their homes, they would build logging yards in the forest and cut down all the huge trees with a history of over a hundred years. The logs were processed into high-quality logs and sent to the city to be used to expand the city walls or build new houses and castles, and were finally burned down in a war.

After all, this is not Brockleron, nor is it the Valley of Flowers. Without dryads and elves inhabiting, humans will slowly encroach on the forest like they took this land hundreds of years ago, until there are only tree stumps left. In fact, even if it is Brockleron, the conflict between the tree spirits and humans continues. The king of Verdon has always wanted to annex the forest on the right side of his kingdom that is not occupied by humans, but what he did is just to make more of the forest around it. Apart from the bones that no one has buried, there is no other meaning.

The road became less obvious in the forest. Zelin ignored the smooth trails extending along the periphery of the forest and rode straight into the deep forest. Monsters would not stand outside the forest and wait away from their nests. The demon hunter came to kill it. Maybe a human being sent to the door could attract the attention of the monster. Moreover, in the narrative of the refugee man, he had already gotten a lot of clues. All he had to do now was to confirm his guess.

Zelin raised his head, his gaze jumped from branch to branch, as if looking for something. Soon, his gaze stopped on a group of crow dens made of dry branches. A whole row of crows stood on the branches near the crow's nest. The densely packed lines looked so that the whole line was dyed black. These dark birds seemed to feel Zelin's gaze and twisted like a wheat field blown by the breeze. Staring at him over, the sight is chilling. The demon hunter’s good eyesight made him notice the flash of red light in the crow’s eyes. He shook his head. Although he hadn’t found traces of the monster’s attack yet, he had almost the same feeling for the monster Zelin he was about to face. The goal.

Wolves, black ducks, and lone monsters that will appear in the forest at the same time as these two creatures, combined with past experience, Zelin judged that there should be a deer head monster living in the forest.

In some places, this creature has even become the center of local faith. Farmers living near their forests will sacrifice offerings to them, usually rabbits or birds, but human blood is also heard. Therefore, in many legends, the deer head spirit is a kind character, helping the lost travellers find their way in the forest or rescue them from the bandits. Unfortunately, this legend has no basis in reality. Zelin knew very well that in the eyes of the deer head spirit, human beings are only a source of energy. The deer head will **** the vitality of nearby humans until only the body is left.

But it must be mentioned that all signs indicate that the deer head spirits are intelligent creatures, and no one knows how they were born, because there has never been a witness report of two deer head spirits appearing in one place at the same time. They are born with a certain amount of mana, and at the same time they can control the surrounding plants and vines, and even communicate with animals. For some reason, the beasts in the forest follow the orders of the deer head spirits. Some people think that it is natural to expand from wanton expansion. In the hands of human beings, protect the forest and the beasts that live in it. Zelin sneered at this notion, the deer head spirit even attacked the dryad, and the dryad was recognized as a natural creature.

"Damn... Tricky guy..." Ze Lin pursed his mouth and turned his gaze back to the depths of the forest. The dense trees made it difficult for him to see things 50 meters away. This is not a suitable place for tumbling and fighting, but It is an excellent hunting ground for deer head spirits, but no matter how dangerous the commission is, Zelin can't let any deer head spirits wreak havoc here. If this is a high-level vampire, Zelin will not disturb it, although high-level vampires and The deer head spirit is also wise, but humans can communicate with the former and only need a part of the blood to satisfy, but the latter cannot talk at all, and will kill all outsiders who invade the territory.

Besides, it won’t be long before more refugees will flood into the north. When the Nilfgaard Empire army departs from the Hinterland and enters Lower Sutton, or Brugge, it is estimated that it will reach Verden in the west and Island in the south. The road is bound to be crowded with refugees.

He rolled over and got off the horse, drew out the silver sword, patted rapeseed on the neck at the same time, then grabbed the rein and tied it to the trunk of the tree beside him, and whispered as if to himself, "Wait here, rape, you can’t go next. Place, but we can’t give up any job opportunities, right?

I don't know when Zelin would talk to himself to the mount when he was alone, about ten years ago? Or twenty years ago? He doesn't remember it anymore. There is no man among his friends, and no one wants to walk with a demon hunter who has a pair of beast eyes. In the dark and windy night, when the demon hunter leaned alone by the campfire in the wild, with only the horses grazing on the grass beside him, he always couldn't help telling what was in his heart.

No human being wants to listen to a demon hunter's complaint, but the horse will only look at him with its eyes, and will not turn and leave. So Zelin didn't know that he had developed this habit since that time. He could bury everything in his heart for ten, twenty, even fifty, one hundred years, but what about one hundred and fifty years? What about two hundred years later? He didn't know, and he didn't want to think about it.

The mare raised her head and raised her ears, as if feeling the worry in Zelin's heart, she snorted anxiously. Zelin stroked the forehead of rapeseed comfortingly, then took the package containing the potion from its back and tied it around his waist, turned and walked towards the forest.

Taking a deep breath, the sound of the horses behind him became smaller and smaller in his ears. Zelin squinted his eyes and started looking for clues from the surroundings. He still can't face the deer head spirit directly. Some deer head spirits will create magic totems to increase their power. In this case, this totem needs to be destroyed before fighting the deer head spirit.

In addition, some deer head spirits will scratch a passing stray traveler with their claws, and then cast a black magic curse on him, and then control this human being in their own territory. As long as the cursed human is still alive, the deer head spirit Every time they die, they will resurrect next to the cursed humans. They can live forever by this method. Zelin must first make sure that there is no such unlucky guy in the forest.

However, there is a very low probability that has been lingering in Zelin's mind.

Wild wolves and crows can be the accomplices of the deer head spirits. According to the refugee man, there were traces of wolves around the camp last night, and it is not ruled out that crows circling around. Deer head spirits are never polite to invaders. They were probably spotted by monsters when they entered this forest yesterday. If the monsters just want to catch some humans and absorb their spirits, Zelin won't be bothered. They absorb spirits. Qi is like human eating. No amount of eating will increase its combat power or magic power, but its actions are clearly preparing for something. It's hard to believe that the monster has no other plans.

If this is the case, the good news is that the captured humans will not die, and the bad news is that Zelin must kill the deer head spirit to save them, and killing the deer head spirit must kill the cursed human, unless he There is a way to persuade the monster to let go of the human carrier of the curse that can make him immortal, but he can't help it.

Another dilemma...

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Chapter 50 Set fire to the mountain and sit in prison

Finding the deer head spirit totem is not difficult.