However, as soon as the fingers posed, the icy ground of the cemetery with a little rancid smell came into close contact with Zelin.

The feeling of teeth knocking together is even more painful than the back of the latest landing. He tasted a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. Fortunately, it did not come up from his throat, it just scratched his chin, otherwise he would have to think about breaking one or two. The end of the ribs, or the consequences of breaking the intestines by the impact, is not impossible in terms of the height of the drop.

Moving his arms quickly, Zelin quickly got up, his muscle soreness made his movements somewhat sluggish. Although the hand was empty, it did not feed back any severe pain like a crack in the brain, which represented two pieces of information-neither the hand nor the arm was hurt. He was able to stand up, his legs were okay, his body was still light, there should be no bleeding from his internal organs, at least not serious enough to cause him to fall to the ground immediately. The only trouble was that the sword did not know where it fell.

Zelin had learned this before he won the title of Demon Hunter. If you fall from a height in a battle, the first thing is to check the damage of your body as quickly as possible, and then adjust the way of fighting next. You will never want to see yourself attacking your opponent with familiar moves. But because of physical reasons, the enemy seized the flaw. After all, sometimes it’s just a moment to decide the outcome of a battle

It looks good now. No serious abrasions on the forehead, no blood left on the eyes to block the line of sight, arms and legs intact, at least the bones and muscles and tendons are intact, the only trouble is that the steel sword does not know where it fell, but this will not affect the fight , Zelin had a knife at his waist, and a dagger hidden in his left and right boots. As for the seal, I'm sorry, the demon hunter is not a warlock. Continuous release of the seal will make him feel weak, just like a cloud of mist woven by the Yaruga River will cause many sorcerers to fall to the ground. If you are lucky, the veterinarian town citizen should have died, and the steel sword will be inserted into him and waited for Zelin to get it.

Zelin breathed a sigh of relief. His vision was still blurred, and the ground kept shaking. The smell of the tomb was definitely not something refreshing. The demon hunter walked back and forth two steps like he was drunk, breathing in the cold air. The rancid smell of the corpse was disgusting, but the mixed gas inside allowed him to recover. After about four deep breaths, the shaking ground stopped, lying quietly at the feet of the demon hunter like a good boy.

Facts have proved that Zelin's good fortune is also used up. When he saw the steel sword, it was indeed on the veterinarian townspeople, but not in the way he thought. This time, he once again learned how much veterinary disease affects the human body. The town citizen who knew how to ambush opened a hole in his chest, and the broken fence spire was deeply pierced in it. The sword wound on the abdomen was nothing compared to it. Now, it is pulling the long sword pierced in the abdomen. Come out.

Zelin didn't want to consider whether the other party would use it. After all, many people who were just ordinary civilians before were infected with the veterinary disease plague mutations will skillfully use the machete and pitchfork, knowing what is dangling and when to attack with full force, if they can be left empty at the same time. Two-handed confrontation, he would not choose to use a knife against a long sword.

"Gascone! Go help your wife!"

Zelin knew he was nearby, and he could definitely hear the shouting. There are other townspeople on the upper street, and they still pose a threat to the little girl's mother. While shouting loudly, the demon hunter stepped forward and threw a fist with his right hand. The silver stud on the glove's knuckle hit the town citizen's chin severely, causing it to stagger.

It's not over yet!

The townspeople yelled, giving up the idea of ​​pulling the obstructive sword from their abdomen. It stood about two steps away from the demon hunter, raised its hairy fist, lowered its left shoulder, and waved its arm fiercely.

Obviously, the veterinary disease plague has not changed the townspeople's usual habits. Although he has never known each other, Zelin can judge from the opponent's actions that he is a left-handed, and he does not intend to conceal his attack when he punches. If it were in the boxing competition in Zelin's world, this kind of guy would not have survived the first round.

Zelin easily avoided the opponent's attack. His footsteps were splashed with flying ash. He suddenly raised his right fist, and hit the town's chin with the same gloved hand from the bottom up. The pain caused him to let out a low growl. But then he was hit back by successive attacks. It was like participating in a boxing match in Vizima and Tritog, Zelin's fist hit the heads of the veterinarian townspeople like a hurricane, and hit this guy who almost broke a family.

The other party made a vague sound, until later this sound was also submerged in the sound of the fist hitting the flesh. It seemed that it was only a few seconds, and it seemed to have been playing for another day. When Zelin recovered, there was only an unrecognizable corpse in front of him. There is no doubt that it is dead.

"Huh..."

With a long breath, Zelin realized that his forehead was dripping with sweat, and the howling of the cold wind made him fight a cold war. Standing up, taking off the blood-stained gloves, wiped off the sweat, he sipped on the ground.

"Cards, horse racing, boxing, and... Tsk tsk, very few people can beat me in these four, and you can't." Zelin suddenly laughed, and he raised his head to look over the cemetery, just looking good. The sight of Gascoigne embracing his wife with blood on his body. Obviously, the other monsters were defeated by the old hunter, and he and his wife were safe.

The moonlight is faintly cool, the cold wind blows away all the clouds, and the bright and pure moon seems to be celebrating the new couple. Although the accompaniment is only wind, although the stage is only a cemetery, and although the time is in the terrible night of hunting, Zelin is heartfelt relieved. The commission without a penny feels like he has got the three thousand Oren in the fairy tale. The reward is average, although he should be sad for the wasted time, but...

It's finally over.

The demon hunter clutched his waist and walked towards the stairs with a steel sword, and there were people who needed help waiting for him in the clinic.

Destiny, a wonderful destiny, sometimes gives people something unexpected. For example, when the demon hunter returns to the clinic, he will never think that there are no longer only sisters Yusevka and Amelia III. People, who would have thought that at this time, new foreigners would appear.

PS: Sorry to watch Warcraft, in a word, for the alliance!

Chapter 96 Thehunter

"I left a note for Henrik. If he comes back, he will definitely see it."

Although Gascoigne's mental state was not very good compared to when he first met Zelin, but in any case, the hunt did not make him lose his mind. When chatting with Yusevka, the female doctor mentioned that the hunting will make people go crazy and distract their minds. Zelin thought this was just a warning, as if parents often intimidate their children, don’t come. Go play in the forest, otherwise the parasitic blades will put you all in a cage and burn you to death. Although that is just nonsense, it seems that Yanan’s condition is probably more serious than what Yusevka said. Very much.

"You have a great wife, priest." Zelin took out the music box from his inner pocket and handed it to Gascoigne. "There are also a pair of very good daughters. They sing really good songs."

"Yes, this gift..." Gascoigne took the metal small box with emotion, shook the blood on his jacket, and placed it on the inside of the trench coat where it was not stained by blood. "You rap and sing...they are at home. Do you sing, um... this is not good, Viola, I remember telling you not to let the children sing on the night of the hunt, it is dangerous..."

"Of course, my dear, the daughters are very well-behaved, they..."

"No, no, I'm talking about this music box." Seeing Gascoigne and Viola misunderstanding what they meant, Zelin quickly explained, "The music in the music box is very good. Isn't that music for birthday wishes? This is a real one. Good stuff."

It can keep the human voice in a prop, and it has nothing to do with magic. I have to say that this is magical, but it is also not magical. Maybe this world has a peculiar knowledge that allows them to make objects and tools such as music boxes and muskets. Maybe there will be more, but Zelin hasn't seen it yet. Imagine if the best bard in the whole continent kept the songs he played and sang in the music box, and let the demon hunter carry it with him, and listened to it when he was tired. I am afraid that only kings or high-ranking nobles can enjoy the treatment of being able to listen to poets playing and singing songs at any time.

If he can find a second music box, he will definitely take it back and place it in the abandoned castle to decorate the upcoming college. Of course, he would not mention this idea to Gascoigne. Zelin could see that this music box was of great significance to the priest, and there was no need to say this kind of request that would make him dilemma.

Who knows, when he heard Zelin's words, Gascoyne showed a puzzled expression, "No... this is just a music box, and there will be no singing."

"How come, I heard it."

The priest shrugged and said nothing, he took out the music box again and opened it. In an instant, the crisp sound echoed in the empty street for a moment, and the crisp metal percussion sound seemed a little ethereal in such an empty evening, with a trace of horror. It was refreshing and like a basin of cold water poured on the demon hunter. He could be sure that this was indeed the music box he had received from his youngest daughter, but the music in it was by no means the singing he had heard, it was just pure metal percussion.

"...Forget it, let's go as soon as possible, there is not much time."

There must be something wrong, Zelin didn’t know what it was, he couldn’t think of it, but this could prove one thing---his perception was misled during that time, just like the spiritual spells used by sorcerers. , Or the seal of Acxi used by demon hunters on ordinary people. It stands to reason that he will not be affected for so long. All the warlocks Zelin knew were not without people who could confuse him, but they would never leave him unaware, unless the people who did it were much better than those warlocks.

Maybe this hunting night is not that simple.

The demon hunter raised his head and looked at the sky. A bright moon was hanging high in the sky, staring at the land of Yanan, without any intention of moving, let alone giving up the current position to the sun that should have risen long ago under Dongshan. The moonlight is bright and cold, and the cold wind raging across the town cannot be compared with it, as if the moon is the real master here.

Gascoigne didn't say anything about the blood therapy mentioned by Yusevka, and Zelin took the opportunity to ask him about blood therapy. Amelia knows blood therapy best, but she doesn’t want to say anything. Compared to mentioning blood therapy, she wants to forget everything she knows. The silver-haired bishop does not want to say that Zelin does not want to force her. But from the attitude of the demon hunter, it can be seen that the bishop of the healing church has a feeling of rejection of blood therapy.

As for Yusefka, the female doctor doesn't know much. She has a blind worship of blood therapy. She believes that blood therapy can solve all problems, and she is also willing to share the knowledge of blood therapy with Zelin. But as I have said before, the language spoken blindly will inevitably be biased. Generally speaking, Zelin will never look for people who are obviously arrogant and prejudiced, or who worship and hate when investigating affairs. Know if they would call crab spiders as evil spirits and ghouls as female monsters.

"The Yanan people will receive blood therapy." Father Gascoigne's voice was a little low, and Viola took his arm and walked to the left of the priest. "Almost everyone will go to Church Town and accept the first in life. After the second blood treatment, you can enjoy the benefits of blood. My daughters, if it weren't for the hunting night, they should be... six months later?"

"Ten months, dear, I always remember." Viola corrected her husband's mistake.

"...Oh, sorry" Gascoigne's free hand pulled the blindfold. The priest did this action many times along the way, and blocking his eyes seemed to make him more comfortable. "These **** smells make me remember Some are not clear."

"It's okay. My daughters and I have time to remember. We will always be with you, dear."

Zelin walked a long distance in Yanan to find Viola. He is not a local and has not lived with Yanan for a long time, but Gascoigne is different. The priest knows many roads and knows how to walk the nearest. The route is not even just the center of Yanan. Gascoigne also told Zelin that there is a way through the sewer to reach the church town, and the exit seems to be near the small church of Orton.

"I, um, I thank you very much, and so is Viola." Gascoigne lowered the brim of his hat and whispered while standing near the priest's house. His wife bowed her head slightly, as if it were a way of gratitude. "This is really peculiar. The fate of... please tell Yusevka that I will go there with my daughters. There is not much incense at home. If the night is difficult to pass, I am afraid..."

Viola seemed to pull her husband's hand.

"Um... I know, I know."

Gascoigne patted his wife's shoulder comfortingly, and then looked at Zelin again.

"If you meet other hunters, be careful, I believe Henrik, he is my old friend, but people who come to Mission Town, you better be careful of them." Gascoigne didn't say much, but Zelin almost understood what he meant, and the Demon Hunter was unconvinced about this.

Apart from Father Gascoigne, the only hunter Zelin has ever seen is the woman dressed like a crow. The probability of seeing the second hunter in the huge Yanan seems to be the same as seeing the second hunter in a village. The same as the demon hunter, unless one is a pretender.

Then, when the demon hunter bid farewell to the priest and returned to the clinic, he found that he was wrong. Sometimes the probability of something is very small, but it will always happen. Rare royal griffon beast. A man wearing a standard hunter uniform with a musket and walking stick in his hand is standing at the entrance of the clinic. His back is facing the demon hunter and his face mask is blocking his face. Zelin cannot see his appearance clearly, although this man There is no strong smell of blood on his body, but there is no doubt that he is a hunter, a hunter hunting at night.

Chapter 97—Praise the Moon

If you want to say that the foreigners in Yanan are very peculiar, then compared with the demon hunter, the man in front of Zelin is definitely called the title of a foreigner, because he is a bit too peculiar. It's just that Zelin didn't really realize how unusual he was until later. When he first saw this stranger, he just regarded him as an ordinary healing church hunter.

If it wasn't for the demon hunter who had some stupid concerns, if he still remembered certain unrealistic dogmas, such as not accepting commissions for the purpose of killing or killing sane creatures, then he would not go up and ask. He doesn’t think about people who have nothing to do with him, so he won’t come to this clinic, he won’t think about coming back here, and he won’t encounter strange hunters who are walking out of here. However, countless coincidences are stacked together. , It just happened.

"Why are you here, hunter?"

At the entrance of the clinic, Zelin stopped the hunter who was walking out.

When the demon hunter was standing not far from the clinic, he noticed that the wooden door that was closed when he left not long ago was opened again. It was obviously pushed away from the outside. If Yusevka and Amelia wanted to breathe A little bit of fresh air, they don’t need to come to the first floor full of **** smells, let alone stand at the door and risk the risk to smell the rancid smell outside. Zelin believes that the air on the second or third floor is definitely more beneficial to physical and mental health than here. . The only explanation was that the stranger opened the door and walked in.

Gascoigne's warning still lingers in Zelin's mind. Regarding the crazy hunter, it is said that this is not groundless. There have been many cases of hunters becoming crazy because of killings in decades. Slightly rounding the door, Zelin glanced at the stairs on the second floor of the clinic. Fortunately, there were no blood stains and no traces of attack. The hunter seemed to be normal.

The man in the hunter uniform did not speak. He just stared at the demon hunter with those eyes that seemed to be a little smiling. Maybe he was smiling, maybe not, but it didn’t matter. Zelin’s attention was basically focused. On the lower half of his face covered by the mask, but judging from the outline of the face on the mask, the hunter's face was really strange. The demon hunter slightly simulated the appearance of his face mask in his mind, but found that he could not imagine what kind of chin would make a person's face look like a crescent moon from the side.

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