The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Yes, it's very unfair." Zelin shook his head, and threw another imperial class. The number of cards in the imperial class on the table can almost surround the soldiers in the northern field. "But real battles will never give you fairness." Opportunity, it’s like when I’m hunting ghouls, I can know their weaknesses, how they fight, and when they will appear and when they will disappear. My understanding of them is better than that of humans. They understand everything clearly, but they don’t know the weaknesses of the demon hunters and the way they fight."

Hearing Zelin's words, Francesca's slightly angry face suddenly smiled.

Seeing that the female warlock seemed to understand what she meant, Zelin threw the cards in her hand onto the table, all of which were the Imperial Class. "Yes, this is not fair, especially without the help of the weather card, I heard Heng The warlocks in the Seth camp said that in the past 20 days, there was no rainstorm or cold wind in the Sutton area that could stop the men in black from advancing. You don’t have a weather card to use, and you only have soldiers with low combat effectiveness. What can you do? What about winning?"

"I thought I could divert the subject." Francesca turned her wrist and hid the rest of her hand in the shadow under the table, smiling slightly "Do you have to talk about this unpleasant topic?"

"I'm very curious, this is a dead end." Zelin stared at the deck in front of him. The large number of imperial squads combined with the effect of the fellowship has increased their combat effectiveness to more than ten points. The Redanian infantry in front of Skar has only a little combat power and is at a disadvantage in terms of numbers. "But the warlocks came around like flies smelling blood...Oh, sorry, I'm not talking about you, but I don't It is believed that the beloved cult on Sinide Island will make the decision to send a large number of sorcerers to the deadlock for no reason. The council should not do this, but the fact is that it happened."

Francesca kept a smile on her face.

Zelin reached into his pocket with his right hand, drew a six-attack Mage card from his Northern Domain deck, and threw it in front of Francesca. "Is it just that? But what's the point? It may summon a torrential rain that can cover the entire line of defense. This is either a forest or a plain. A wall of fire cannot stop the Uusika cavalry’s charge, nor can it stop the light cavalry’s outflank. Perhaps the Thunder of Azura can deter the enemy..."

Francesca's smile grew stronger.

"No? Okay, no." Zelin murmured a few words in a low voice. "Would you like a beer? Let's play another round, using the same rules. Of course, it will be more fun to put up a bet."

"For example..."

"How about the night in Novigrad?"

When Francesca heard the nouns in Zelin's mouth, she was a little stunned, and then opened her sky-blue eyes incredibly, "You really... no matter who you are, as long as you are a demon hunter, your nature will not change... She shook her head, "Do you have to know?"

Zelin stared at her closely.

The sorcerer sighed, and a sad look appeared on her face. "Zelin, you have been active in the realm of Nilfgaard. You should know what the status of a sorcerer in the empire is like. Every sorcerer They will be brought to the emperor with handcuffs made of Dimojin, and the emperor will let them make a choice, become servants of the imperial army or the gallows, choose one of the two, the person who nods will survive, shake his head or hesitate Those who decide will be hanged..."

"As long as he doesn't resist Enhill or try to seize his rights, he will not waste ropes to make redundant gallows, and the elves in the south will not be discriminated against as much as in the north." Zelin shot. Snapping his fingers, the candle that had been blown out by the blinds reignited. Although Zelin is a Tamorian, after he became a demon hunter, this is no longer important. It is the same to him in any kingdom. There are monsters everywhere, and the Nilfgaards need demon hunters. Hunters, northerners also need demon hunters, and the only thing that may not be needed is those humans who worship dragons in the eastern desert.

"But in the eyes of the emperor, I am a sorcerer above all." Francesca shook her head. "Who do you think would bow to Enhill? Sabina Grives, who would pat the table and ask King Demawi to shut up." Grid, will still tell King Hensett that he has no time to pay attention to Ye Naifah who told him to get out of his house, or announce the decision of the parliament in front of King Vezmir, telling him what he can and cannot do. Reba Erhardt? Even though Nilfgard's army has the support of warlocks, they are absolutely impossible to step across Sutton Mountain, no matter what the Northern Alliance forces get on the Sutton Plains battlefield."

"So the Warlock Brotherhood finally decided to stand from behind the scenes to the front? This is really..."

"Enough, Zelin, I said too much, and you asked more." Francesca reached out a finger to stop Zelin from continuing to ask questions. "What did you just say, night in Novigrad Leave a good impression on me, don’t make me regret staying here."

Thank you Lu Jun^O^, Hong has the generosity of 3x speed.

Chapter 55 The Smart Man

Varati is in a very bad mood tonight.

Yes, very bad. Of course, it was not because my wife accidentally broke a glass bottle today, or because my stupid son ran out for many days without knowing to send a letter back to the family, but because of the two guests outside, two The guests who did not leave until the middle of the night, the two Valati did not dare to drive away their guests, because there was a female warlock among the two. Who knows if someone who can anger magic, will she be burned? This little shop. The king is dead, and most of the nobles are also dead. No one will tell him who will protect this place, or where to seek refuge when you anger a warlock. Francesca didn't allow him to disturb, he could only do so.

As for the Demon Hunter? People with swords can be seen every day, what kind of green onion is he? The only difference between him and those patrolling soldiers is that he carried an extra sword. What's so terrible.

"My God, haven't they left yet?" Turning around irritably, Varati couldn't help but fight a cold war as he listened to the voice coming from the front yard. The filthy thing, think about it carefully, the missionaries of the eternal fire are right, magic comes into this world with monsters, and humans should be like hunting monsters and banning magic. But there is always a group of people who, instead of banning magic, rely on studying this evil ancient power to seek power and wealth. Just like the female warlock outside, if Varati knows that a magic hunter will attract a warlock, no matter what He will drive him out for as many coins as he is given.

"Okay, dear, leave them alone, who knows what they are doing, go to sleep." The tavernkeeper's wife mumbled reluctantly and turned over in a daze. Seeing his wife didn't pay attention to him, Varati felt even more irritable.

"Tell you to remember that in the future, you are not allowed to buy things in the blacksmith's shop of Lao Weigelen, and don't sell him any alcohol." It seems that something has come to mind, or that I am upset because of the two monsters living in my tavern. The boss patted his wife again. "I saw the men in black go to the dwarf's forge yesterday. What else they can do in the forge, of course, is to buy weapons, buy equipment, and then kill more northerners. These dwarves! After a long time, I ran to flatter the men in black! The queen was so kind to them, but in the end they were not grateful at all! He even hung the black sun flag at home!"

His wife groaned and shrank into the bed again. "Don't be like that, my dear, those guys in black are not people at all. Who knows what they scared poor old Wei Gelen like, agree or hang Shelf, wouldn’t they say this? Okay, go to sleep, it’s late."

His wife didn't want to talk to herself anymore, Varati snorted humorously, and he pulled the bed and turned around. But not long after, the faint sound from outside made him open his eyes again, reminiscent of the identity of the two guests outside, and he hurriedly took photos of his wife again. "Wait, wait, listen to what they are doing, I really want to Hear something..." Not paying attention to whether his wife woke up, Valati put his head under the blinds, trying to hear what happened in the front yard tavern, and then he groaned, "Oh, damn, they won't be outside." Let's quarrel, eternal fire! Are they arguing, your ears are good, come and help listen."

The wife slapped her husband's hand away angrily, but she raised her head sleepily.

"Well, let me listen to it, and then go to bed quickly, don’t forget that tomorrow I’m going to Herron’s farm to ask about the latest batch of lamb..." I seem to hear the wailing of that female warlock...it doesn't seem to be..."

"Goddamn! They might have been fighting!" Valatti patted his forehead. "I should have thought that when I saw a crow today, I should have thought that I would run into luck, and then carry coins again. The demon hunter, there must be a problem with those coins! Otherwise I will definitely drive him far away, those coins are cursed! They came to lure mankind to fall! Just like the missionary said, tomorrow I will take it with me They go to Friar Leo."

"Shut up, don't talk nonsense, you take the money to find the priest, he will definitely take at least half of his nonsense, don't believe his nonsense, quiet, too far away I can't hear..." The tavern hall building is away from the owner. The couple’s backyard is about twenty meters long. It was originally designed to prevent the yelling drunks in the tavern from disturbing the owner’s family rest, but now it just prevents them from hearing clearly what’s happening in the tavern lobby. "I’m not sure... It was the voice of the warlock, she yelled again, I think she must be very painful..."

"It must be the demon hunter who has the upper hand. He is a person who specializes in dealing with monsters. The weapon must be very powerful. The female warlock can't beat him. It's fortunate. I didn't hear the explosion. Did the demon hunter win?" He rubbed his hands, began to imagine the situation in the tavern, and at the same time calculated how much money he would get from it. "The sorcerer is not a good thing, although neither is the demon hunter. There is nothing to say. Wait for tomorrow to dig a hole outside the village and take the body Bury it, and ask Mr. Priest to nail a aspen stake in her chest. Who knows what these monsters like them will turn into."

"No, there is still a voice... Let them fight it, can't we sleep, I dare say, it must be the female warlocks to win, they can magic, I heard from my cousin who used to be in Sintra said that the warlocks are all Very powerful character" His wife seemed to be too sleepy, she lay down again, "Sleep, don't call me again, otherwise you will go to the farm tomorrow and do it yourself."

"Do you only know that you are sleeping! There may be a flame of fire coming over at any time! I really should have built an extra wall from the middle." The boss wiped the sweat from his forehead. "If the demon hunter loses, okay? Well, that guy has a lot of money. You’re right. Warlocks are very powerful. They don’t care about what is in the Demon Hunter’s package. Maybe they will leave it to us. There must be a lot of gold coins in it. And his horse, which can be sold for a lot of money in a nearby town."

"Oh, yes, my dear." Suddenly, the wife next to him remembered something and turned to her husband. Get up, I don’t feel safe to put it at home."

Varati was stunned for a few seconds, then he grabbed his hair and almost made himself shout, "Why do you keep that flag! The man in black will rush in and kill us all! Sintra is dead, hurry up!" Throw the flag...no, no, you will be found if you throw it away. I get up tomorrow morning and I will go to the tavern to see what is going on inside. At that time, burn the flag as soon as possible, and I don’t want people in black to stick their long noses into the tavern!"

"But you just said that Weigelen..."

"He's a dwarf! Can he be like us! Nothing, but just do as I said... When you go to the farm tomorrow, see if the Herron family has a black sun flag, buy one back."

Thank you for the suspicious ghost. Rumei is my sister's demon king, Huang Ziyin, and Hui Yeji of Penglai for their generosity. Thank you for the monthly ticket Zici of the suspicious ghost.

Chapter 56 Interlude

There was a handful on the neck of the demon hunter.

Many days have passed since the encounter with Francesca at the roadside tavern. At this time, Zelin was located in Lower Sutton, at the foot of the Alme Mountains, along the road away from the war zone towards Rui in the Nilfgaard Empire. Wendell travels forward. It is located on the upper reaches of the Yaluga River, with the empire to the south and the Kingdom of Leiria-Livia to the north, ruled by the young widow Queen Mervey. Although Leiria-Livia, as one of the northern countries, is now in a state of hostility with the Nilfgaard Empire, the upstream area is not suitable for a large number of troops to fight across the river. The water is turbulent and densely covered with reefs, which is a natural barrier. Zelin thinks he can find one or two wooden bridges that have not been burned down, or a small canoe that can still be used to cross the river and return to the north.

"A total of five coins."

"Can it be less?"

"Five coins."

"Okay."

Zelin lay in a wooden bucket filled with hot water, leaning his head back against the smooth edge, the gray hair that had not been cleaned for a month was glued together, and a lot of messy beards grew on his chin. The middle-aged barber, wearing a green wool jacket, and a slightly thin body, was scraping up his throat with a razor, all the way to his jaw. This is a small town south of Lower Sutton. It’s called Booked or Brod. It doesn’t matter what it’s called. What’s important is that Zelin can finally find a small town with a barber shop. Clean up the hair that is about to turn into a bird's nest, and the stubble that is pierced like a needle.

Some time ago Zelin hadn’t passed by other small towns that hadn’t turned into ruins, but the barbers there either fled to the north with tools and family members, or they were drunk, Zelin can imagine their hands. After a shake, the razor that was supposed to shave off the customer's throat was not an interesting experience. Zelin just wanted to find a chance to relax when the work was about to end. It is a good enjoyment for him to shave off his beard and cut off excess hair while lying in foamy hot water after work.

The razor is very sharp and will neither make unpleasant noises when moving nor make customers feel uncomfortable. The barber is very skilled. He put on an expression of artistic creation on his face, and quickly cleaned up the mess of stubble, and then shaved his neck again, but this was purely an artistic gesture. Then he wiped Zelin's face with a linen towel soaked with Baizhi wine.

Hexiu, the standard southern name, as his name expresses, the barber is not a native of Sintra, but a Nilfgad who immigrated after the imperial army occupied this place. This barber shop and the house behind once belonged to a Sintra native, but whether he escaped or died, no one knows. He never came back anyway, so the empire put the barber shop and the house together. It was assigned to Hexiu as compensation for leaving his hometown and being emigrated to a strange land.

Serious and meticulous, it is in line with Zelin's impression of the Nilfgaards. When he was in the south, the demon hunters rarely succeeded in bargaining with them, although the prices they offered were generally very reasonable. A few days after his separation from Francesca, he earned a lot of coins from the Nilfgaards on the south bank of the river, most of which were MARK silver coins. Although the value is not high, the parcel on the left side of the rapeseed is almost full. With coins, Zelin thought it was time to go to the Dwarf Bank in Leiria and change Mark to Fran, otherwise too many metal coins would not be a good thing for the horse, especially when there is a person on him.

The barber is washing the hair. Feeling the comfortable hot water, Ze Lin relaxed his muscles, sighed comfortably, half-opened his eyes and looked at the night sky outside through the windows on the second floor. The stars are shining in the sky, and oil lamps are lit on the main roads of the town, and the faint light is enough to provide light for pedestrians. Obviously, no fighting broke out here. Most of the Sintra soldiers were drafted to Manada to participate in the war, and then died there. It is estimated that the town was completely undefended when the Nilfgaard army arrived here.

The roadside oil lamp illuminates the road and at the same time the residents walking on the road. Soon, within Zelin's line of sight, a group of people incompatible with ordinary pedestrians appeared.

They were wearing dark black armor, and the horses that sat down were dressed in black armor like their masters. About two hundred people were divided into two groups and marched on the main road. They were quiet and did not make any noise. In the light of the night, they seemed to be a group of ghosts in the dark. The surrounding residents avoided them far away, probably because of their hatred of the invaders, but Zelin believed that they were more because of fear.

At the front of the team, a cavalry officer held a battle flag and led his subordinates forward. Although the light is too dim and the distance is a little far away, the vision of the demon hunter still allows him to see clearly, the white scorpion embroidered on the banner. He knew this standard. This was the battle standard of the 7th Delaney Brigade in the Fourth Cavalry Corps of Nilfgaard. If I remember correctly, this unit is now being commanded by Colonel Ellen Trach.

Looking at the direction they are heading, it should be marching towards the Yaluga River. In the past few days on the South Bank, you can see Nilfgard soldiers who are on the front line. Of course, Zelin doesn’t want to get involved with the man in black, and there is no need to get involved with the northern coalition forces to kill monsters. , Take the money and leave, that's enough. Francesca asked Zelin many times whether he would support her. In this regard, Zelin can only say that if you ask me if I support it, I definitely support it. If the Sorceress was really willing to help him when rebuilding the academy, it would be more practical than giving him two thousand francs.

"Does it still need to be scraped here, sir?"

"Need, clean up a bit more neatly."

As for what Sigismund Dikoscher entrusted him to help find Hilly, Zelin did. When he visited the village, he would ask if there were any unfamiliar girls passing by, and occasionally changed the topic to war orphans. In this way, you can find out a little bit of news, and it will not let people notice that someone is deliberately looking for a white-haired girl. Now there are secret agents everywhere in Sintra, whether it’s Tamoria, Rydania, Kovind or Aden, there may be the eyes and ears of Queen Leiria, or even Nilfgaard’s spy. .