The Journey of the Demon Hunter

In fact, the process was a bit too simple. Zelin didn't need to observe the traces on the ground. The wind direction from west to east gave him enough clues. After these sea breeze hung from the cursed sea, only a faint breeze remained after reaching Aland. The smell of the sea inside had already disappeared. Taking a deep breath, Zelin could easily distinguish the blood floating in the air. The smell, after walking into the forest for about two hundred meters, these disgusting smells become more and more obvious. Wolf blood, deer blood, or the **** smell of other forest creatures after being injured will not be so strong, and since the blood can float into the air, it shows that they have not solidified due to the passage of time. Lenovo has disappeared here before. Several humans, the result can be imagined.

The slender beast pupils of the demon hunter shrank slightly, and the **** aura in the air seemed to condense together, becoming unusually obvious. Following this clue and following this clue, after a straight line distance of more than 100 meters, Zelin saw a wooden stake standing next to the boulder. To be precise, it was a wild deer skull hanging on the top. Taking human skulls, some totems of weird characters are also painted. The **** breath came from the human corpses on and around the totem.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zelin frowned, the wind was blowing from behind the totem, and he could smell a disgusting rancid smell when standing nearby. A large number of crows were pecking and biting the rare dinner on the ground, and they were not even disturbed by the nearby demon hunters. The number of birds and the degree of damage to the corpses made Zelin unable to determine who the debris belonged to, but none Doubt they are all dead. It is extremely dangerous for a seriously injured person to lie in a pile of crows, just like someone who is unable to move is lying in a mouse den, but there is no doubt that watching a crow eat a corpse is as uncomfortable as watching a ghoul eat a corpse .

Zelin raised his hand and drew a rune in the air. With the movement of his fingers, sparks burst out. The crows who were still immersed in the food felt the threat nearby and instantly fled away. Before the flames swallowed the corpses completely, Zelin's gaze swept across them quickly.

Grey sheepskin.

It was infested by blood, but it can still be seen as bearskin.

It's gray sheepskin again.

Blue sheepskin dyed with dye.

Brown deerskin.

"..."

Zelin walked to the totem of the deer head spirit without saying a word, and the demon hunters under his neck gathered and buzzed. The traces on the totem are very clear, and there are no traces of wind or rain. It should be made not long ago. From this, it can be inferred that this deer head spirit has not been living in this forest for long, or it may be a famous hunter a few days ago. Hunters or other monster hunters came to the forest to remove the threat of the deer head spirits. They broke the totems in order to draw the monsters out, and then they failed, but this possibility was too small. However, this also means that the deer head spirit has no human beings who can entrust the curse of black magic. Although the totem has magic power, the totem just made cannot support the curse that is too strong.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and looked through the package to find out the Pai Jade potion he needed most. This bottle of potion made by mixing fleas and evil spirit dust into dwarf spirits is running out. Zelin pursed his mouth, and pours the potion into his mouth with some regret. Flea quills can be bought from many herbalists. Dwarf spirits can be found everywhere. The buckthorn used for potentiating potions grows on the bottom of the river. Although there are not many aphrodisiacs, Petri is still available. There are always some herbs. Merchants can find these weird things, but the evil spirit dust... There is no evil spirit creature in this world that stays in place waiting for you to hack it to death and obtain the dust.

Again, life-saving is more important than money. Although deer head monsters are tricky, as a griffon school demon hunter who specializes in the seal, Zelin has a better way to oppose it. As mentioned in the monster book of the demon hunter, these creatures are as scared as dead branches. Fire, the Mark of Igni can ignite them like a dry log. Patricia potion can enhance Zelin's ability to release the seal. Moreover, this is a forest. Although he can't let the wet trees burn up, he can find a lot of combustibles here, attracting the deer head spirits or being discovered by it. Before, Zelin had enough time to set up the battlefield.

The place that can roll over, the place that can ignite the enemy, the former is the most important, he must find an open place to avoid the attacks of the deer head spirits, especially magical attacks. In the past many years, Zelin has killed other deer head spirits. Their powerful magic attacks have left several unrecoverable open wounds on Zelin’s legs. Thanks to the help of a mage, he can be in the shortest time. He recovered internally, but that almost exhausted all his savings, but Zelin always wondered if the mage had really cured him completely. When the temperature was very low, his right leg often felt painful. Unfortunately, Ou The medical professors at Sunford College who are discussing science all day refuse to comment on the healing effects of magic, because magic cannot be analyzed with the scientific knowledge in their brains, and the mages, they will not waste precious experimental time on a hunter. On the hunter.

As for the sword oil, it is not necessary. He does not intend to fight melee with the deer head spirit. The deer head spirit can turn into a cloud of black fog, which can either escape or avoid the blade when he attacks, and then open the door while he is attacking. Shi used his stump-like arm to smash Zelin's head. It is very unwise to rashly approach a monster that is more than two meters tall and whose power is far beyond ordinary.

It took about a quarter of an hour to be fully prepared. Zelin walked to the totem again and released the vitality consumed by the seal. He raised his hand to the totem that was full of blood and filth. The next moment, Alderfa's seal. The burst of mental power caused an impact that instantly destroyed the totem. Looking at the totem fragments on the ground, Zelin suppressed the urge to burn them all with Foehn bombs. It would be unwise to waste bombs before the battle.

Destroying the totem will inevitably anger the deer head spirit, and Zelin does not need to find the enemy, he only needs to stay at the battle site he prepared, waiting for the enemy to come. Regarding the significance of the totem to the deer head spirit, Zelin heard a lecture by a professor of biology at Laniste University. He believed that the totem is equivalent to the battle flag of the primitive tribe. Destroying it is equivalent to launching a challenge like the deer head spirit. Goswellen on Sinide Island heard a warlock's comments to the contrary. Of course, these are all nonsense in the ears of demon hunters. The professors and warlocks who stay in their offices or towers only care about reports and Test numbers, these things may be useful, but test reports can never help humans to completely avoid the threat of monsters.

Before long, a towering figure came from the dense forest. It has a bony face, and a pair of iconic antlers on its forehead indicate its identity. The arms on both sides of the body almost hanging over the knees swayed when the monster walked. The whole body seemed to be full of white bones, dark brown. Broken linen wrapped most of its body, like a shroud on the corpse. Zelin could see that there were many things resembling moss growing on it from a place that was not hidden by the linen. Maybe it was really moss, but the deer Most of the body of the first spirit dying will quickly decay and weather, making him unable to confirm what kind of creature it is and what is under that bony face.

The monster walking on two legs was blocked by a tree when it was about 30 meters away from Zelin, but the next moment it walked out from behind a tree 15 meters away from Zelin. A stray wind blew by, and the shadows of the branches waving on the ground seemed to have countless monsters with teeth and claws staring at the demon hunter. Zelin wiped the remaining potion at the corner of his mouth, feeling the bitterness in the potion remaining in his mouth, he raised his arm to the direction of the monster.

I hope that King Foltest will not convict himself of arson.

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Chapter 51: Why Do Our Generations Think of War?

When the bright moonlight replaced the sun covering the earth, Zelin gently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and not far from him was the remains of the deer head spirit.

This is indeed a difficult monster. Zelin has been entangled with it for a long time in the woods. Its size is as high as the swing pile used for practice in the Demon Hunter Academy, but unlike the swing pile, the swing of the wood is always Can find out the law, and the wise deer head spirits will not fight you according to the established way of action. They will dodge, attack suddenly, use magic to avoid your blade and attack with magic in the blind corner of the field of vision. , Will also attract wild wolves to help when the battle is fierce, and when Zelin turns to attack the beast, the monster will not stare at you from the side, it will attack when you can’t look at each other, whether it’s Magic is still like a fist in a cauldron, and it is a fatal threat to the demon hunter. Wolves will not surround you and line up to attack you. They are efficient predators and know how to fight in groups.

The best swordsman might also die under the siege of countless mobs holding pitchforks, not to mention that Zelin was not facing a mob, but a pack of wolves and deer head spirits.

The surrounding ground was scorched black, Zelin sighed, blowing away the scorching smell surrounding the tip of his nose. It was impossible for him to face enemies who attacked at the same time at a three-hundred and sixty-degree angle, especially when the deer head spirit used magic When he was forced into the wolf pack, at this time he had to light the hay and dead branches prepared in advance and split the wolf pack monsters with flames. He put his hand on his belt to confirm how many bombs he had prepared, but he fumbled with his hand, only to find that there were no more Foehn and Demon Stars left. The pendant on his belt was empty and he could only listen. The crash sound made when the finger touches the iron ring.

"Huh~ a hundred Oren is gone." Zelin shook his head. He didn't see what coin the refugee man had as a reward, but it must not be the Novigrad Krona gold coin, and Sintra's currency in circulation. It’s the Mark silver coin. The exchange ratio of this coin to the most expensive krona fluctuates between one to seven and one to eight. In other words, he can earn more than ten krona on this commission, and he uses it. The value of the bombs and potions was more than fifty crowns. In short, he not only killed the deer head spirits, but also eliminated his food expenses for many days.

Thanks to his enough preparation time for this battle, he can attract the deer head spirit to a place suitable for him to fight. If he rashly encounters the enemy like in the small fishing village of Camelot, Zelin believes that the armor on his body will inevitably be If there is damage, if he pays another craftsman repair fee at that time, it is hard to say how much Franziska will pay him. Armor repair will always be so expensive. There is no other knight king girl who is willing to pay. He provides things for free.

Zelin shook his head, drew the skinning knife from his waist, walked over to the remains of the deer head spirit and squatted down, and began to peel off the usable materials and mutagens from above. Of course, the former must have a lot, the latter can only depend on luck. These inducers are excellent materials for making decoctions, and they are also extremely toxic poisons. Maybe you can find a mage and sell some of the materials to him. There should be a city nearby. The experimental materials on a deer head spirit should be able to sell for a good price, but the premise is that the mage cannot run away like a refugee, otherwise he can only Bring a bunch of materials back to the north to find a buyer.

The only thing that is gratifying is that these wild wolves can provide Zelin with meat for several days.

In about a quarter of an hour, Zelin removed all the valuable parts of the deer head spirit, and by the way, cut off the wolf meat and wolf liver that was not completely burnt from the surrounding wild wolf carcass, wrapped it in a piece of cloth, and then wrapped it around. After checking it completely, it was determined that the deer head spirit would not resurrect again or that the corpses of wild wolves and humans would not attract ghouls and ghouls and other ghouls. The mare of the world was still by the tree, lowered its head to eat the surrounding weeds, as if hearing the sound of footsteps, it raised its head and looked at Zelin, then lowered its head again.

"Yeah... I should know that for a horse, the owner's attractiveness is obviously not as good as hay." Zelin smiled self-deprecatingly, and stepped forward and stuffed the cloth wrapped in wolf meat into the left parcel. , Next to a few bottles of dwarf spirits, although the barbecue without any condiments tastes very tasteless, it is a rare delicacy compared to wild grass. During the Van Geborg massacre many years ago, Zelin protected it. Several elves and dwarves, and then he went through the days when he could only eat berries and wild vegetables for nearly half a month, until he handed over these elves and dwarves to the local Sorceress Yenefa of Van Geborg for protection.

He untied the reins and led the mare to the outside of the forest step by step. He looked left and right looking for the trace of the refugee man. The moonlight was very bright. Zelin could clearly see the gravel on the ground around him, the ruts on the road, and the flowers and plants swaying with the wind. He could only see these.

There are no human figures.

But soon he understood why he didn't see the refugee man at first sight. When Zelin walked to the place where the refugee man used to stand, he found that the man who was intact two hours ago was lying on the ground, his eyes closed, full of His wrinkled cheeks were all blood stained. He put a hand on his chest, where the blood almost stained the entire shirt dark, and more blood leaked from the shirt to the ground, almost forming a pool of blood under the man . Judging from the color of the blood, it was about an hour ago when Zelin was fighting with the deer head spirits.

The sack parcel in the man's hand was long gone. In Zelin's eyes, several pairs of footprints of different shades extended along the trail all the way to the distance, thinking of the parcel disappearing, and there was no doubt that this was a robbery. When Zelin was fighting the monster, his client encountered a robber, but it was obvious that there were no other corpses around, and no bloodstains near the footprints. The robber easily got what he wanted.

The demon hunter sighed, the night was slightly cool, and the breeze on the other side of the horizon blew his cheeks, curling up the ends of gray hair, and there was silence around him. Only the insects in the grass in his ears, and the howling of wolves in the wilderness from time to time . Zelin lowered his body, as if he wanted to remember this person's appearance, and seemed to mourn for him, but Zelin himself didn't know what he was feeling, and seeing too much made it difficult to fluctuate in his heart.

Suddenly, the man's fingers twitched suddenly, he seemed to feel the appearance of Zelin and opened his eyes with difficulty. When his gaze gradually focused on Zelin's face, the refugee's dying eyes gleamed again.

"Big, master..." The man opened his mouth with difficulty, his lips trembling constantly, pale and bloodless, which was a symptom of excessive blood loss. Zelin has medicines that can relieve pain, and even potions that can make people ignore pain temporarily, but unfortunately, these potions are poisons for ordinary people to kill.

Zelin held the man's arm with both hands.

"Master...I, mine..." The man coughed. The wound should have hurt his lungs. Blood foam emerged from the corners of his mouth. His face twitched, but the man still tried hard to say the next thing. Going down, it's just that the blood has blocked his throat, and he can't do anything besides flowing out more blackened blood.

"Your wife is still alive. She just hurt her leg. They were trapped by a monster, but the monster is dead. I killed it." Zelin whispered. "She is safe, but she hurt her leg, brown. Moccasin boots, I did not admit my mistake."

Hearing Zelin's words, the man's distorted face gradually calmed down, and there was an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth. After a long time, the man didn't speak any more, and Zelin realized that he was dead.

After time passed, I don't know how long, until the iron gloves behind him patted the demon hunter's shoulder, Zelin came back to his senses.

I don't know when Mingyue has flown through most of the sky. The other side of the horizon is sinking into the pre-dawn darkness. Zelin has an extra shovel in his hand. Where did he find it? I don't remember, I don't need to think about it, maybe I borrowed it from the bandit's toolbox, it is not difficult to track the bandit along the footsteps. The corpse of the man on the ground disappeared. There was an extra mound beside the road. A pair of half-scorched brown moccasin boots were placed in a small pit beside the mound. On the road, a group of Redania soldiers was on the top. Marching in the dark.

"Hey, you are a demon hunter, are you right, what are you doing here? Collecting corpses? When will you mutants do this kind of thing? Do you know that your behavior confuses my soldiers? Someone reported that They met strange monsters, they talked to you, but you didn’t say a word.” An officer dressed like a centurion stood behind Zelin, holding his chest with both hands, and looking at Zelin suspiciously, from time to time. Glancing at the mound and the shovel in his hand.

"Where are you going?"

"Still need to ask? Of course it is Sintra!" The Centurion opened his arms and looked indignant. "We are going to defeat the men in black and drive them out of the north. You must have heard of what happened in Sintra. We are under the command of King Wizmir, fighting for the north and for Sintra. Oh~ this kind of thing is definitely meaningless to you demon hunters. It’s good to have money, right, you don’t. Understand us."

"There are Sintra people attacked by robbers here, some are dead, and some are alive, they need help."

"Sintra refugee? What matters to me." The Centurion snorted.

"There are Sintra refugees who need help."

"Why should I care about their life and death?" the Centurion asked rhetorically, unclear.

"Why are you fighting for what?"

"Need to ask? Didn't I say, for the north, for Sintra."

"..."

Zelin sighed, turned around and shoveled the last handful of soil into the small pit to bury the moccasin boots, then threw the shovel in his hand casually, rode on the rapeseed that stood quietly in place, and urged the horses upward in the direction of Sutton. Go.

The Centurion looked at Zelin's back and took another sip on the ground. It seemed that he could never spit out saliva. He casually complained to the soldiers behind him, "Are all the demon hunters a group of mentally abnormal guys? It's weird." , Whether their mutation hurts the head or has ear problems, I have said it so many times that I can’t make it clear. People say that demon hunters are freaks, and it is true. The priest of Eternal Fire is right. Okay. Alright, go ahead and don’t stop! Don’t forget the disaster in Sintra! We will fight for the North and Sintra!"

Zelin laughed bitterly as he listened to the voice behind him. The hand holding the rein shook, urging the horse to run, and soon the Redanian was completely behind him.

The mission of a demon hunter is to hunt monsters. It does not matter who posted the notice, as long as the amount is correct. Demon hunters never dispute with people. This has nothing to do with conscience, but they all act intuitively. Picking up the gold coin thrown at his feet, he continued his journey. No one would expect the demon hunter to meet the courageous action.

Yes, no one expects the Demon Hunter to meet righteousness.

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