The Journey of the Demon Hunter

It stands to reason that this school has disappeared for a long time. Either Zelin guessed wrong, or the Mansis school hides so deeply that even the clergy of the Healing Church don't know anything about it.

"You said you were caught in Yahagul, so what's in it... Let me guess, is it because the villagers think they need reserve food, so they went to the church town to catch delicious ordinary people, Can their leader be turned into a dark monster?"

"I don't know... Please, trust me, I really don't know. Not long ago, another hunter came here, and he killed those terrible creatures. Oh, yes, yes! It's this one, the dark Monster, this monster that can emit lightning on its body was killed, so I can escape."

Zelin nodded and motioned to the nun to be quiet. It is another secret organization. They hide in the abandoned village and do some shameful deeds. But this so-called school, just like the Byer Watkins College that led to the formation of the Healing Church, they are all conducting research. The behavior of self-proclaimed research may be related to blood therapy, or it may not matter, it is just some research dictated by interest.

For example, this monster is the result of their research.

He walked near the monster's skull and grabbed a piece of hair on it. Suddenly, Zelin felt a tingling pain in the palm of his hand, as if he was hit by an electric arc produced by a spellcaster.

A monster that produces lightning? The demon hunter's curiosity in studying monsters was raised.

So, the nun stood there blankly, watching the demon hunter using the knife drawn from his waist, he began to cut and slash from the monster's corpse, constantly removing some disgusting things, claws, meat strips, hair, and eyes. , And carefully wrapped it with cloth with great interest, until the package could no longer hold.

The demon hunter sighed regretfully. He regretted why he didn't bring his own bag. The only pity was that he could not find a familiar mutant from the corpse. It is estimated that the monsters in this world have no mutants, or they may be mutant locations. The location is different from what Zelin knows, but anyway, he can choose these materials carefully and leave some that can be used, such as the hair that seems to generate electricity. For the rest, find a warlock and tell him This is an unknown strange monster, it took a lot of effort to kill it, and these strange body parts are the proof of the monster.

There will always be warlocks who can't restrain their curiosity, buy them and study them.

Although this monster was not killed by him, since the hunter did not take the spoils, Zelin was unwilling to let such a valuable corpse lie on the ground and slowly rot. Even the no-brained warlock would not be willing to spend money to buy rotten things.

In Zelin's eyes, the things in the cloth bag are shiny Oren gold coins, which can be exchanged for useful building materials, college decoration, enrollment promotion, and maintenance costs. Although in the eyes of the nun, this strangely dressed hunter just smiled at a bunch of disgusting things.

Is he crazy?

"Yeah, very good." Satisfied with the skinning knife, Zelin wiped off the sweat from his forehead and turned to look at the nun who seemed to be stiff in place. Oh, her name is Adele, her name is very confusing. "Let's go. , Let's go inside and see if we can find one or two more monsters like this."

PS: I have a headache today.....Well, although it’s a bit short, let’s do it first

Chapter One Hundred and Ten

It’s a pity that Yahagul is indeed just like its evaluation. This is an abandoned village, deserted and worthless. Except for the corpses of a few suspected sane monsters, Zelin didn’t find any value. There are only one or two banners full of crazy words.

"These lunatics, their ritual summoned the moon, but also hid it. Exposing their secrets."

The way the Yanan people speak is always so obscure.

In the deepest part of the village, there is a building whose style is incompatible with the surrounding villages. The nun said that she escaped from this building. When Zelin walked in, especially into the basement of the building, the nun's words were confirmed. In addition to the corpses of the monsters that were killed, more were cells with one grid after another separated by embroidered iron fences. Obviously, these were all places for imprisonment, and the corpses in the cells indicated that they were The treatment of the prisoners is not good at all.

However, just like the treatment of the prisoners, the prison environment is also very poor. Many parts of the iron fence are in a state of disrepair. Some cells only need to be pushed slightly, and the iron door will open with a creak. Reminiscent of the vague and scribbled writing on the note, I think it was left by someone in panic and fear before they fled. There must be more than a nun who escaped from the prison, but considering the huge monster outside, it is estimated that no one can get out of Yahagul without incident.

Broken corpses, blood stains on the ground extending into the shadows, traces of being dragged. Zelin walked into the fence with a few words engraved on the wall, and he could imagine the scene at that time in his mind.

The civilians of Yanan, ordinary people from outside the country, they knelt in front of the prison door, shaking their hands tightly on the fence, crying and crying, begging to let them out, but no one could respond. Some of them began to take their Encounters engraved on the wall that seems to be made of white mud, or bite fingers, tear off clothes, and write distress letters on the cloth strips, hoping that people outside can find here and rescue them.

Some places on the fence are slightly bent, which is a sign of being forcibly distorted by external forces, and it is from the outside, not from the inside.

In the end, something did come to the prison, but what came was that these monsters over two meters tall and carrying sacks pulled these people out of the prison one by one. Some people did not want to be taken away. They grabbed the fence. Grasping any one that can be touched and wants to stay, but the monster's hand is so strong that the iron fence is bent, and the raised stone bricks leave cracked nails, but it is a pity that the person is allowed to fight for his life. The monster did not let go of the struggle.

The blood stains being dragged on the ground ranged from deep to shallow, and the blood stains at the door of the prison almost formed a pool, like a guillotine. Far away from the prison door, the blood became less and less, and it was only intermittently to see where the victim was being dragged.

It seems that the struggle of the imprisoned has caused dissatisfaction with the monsters. Perhaps all they need is a corpse or a human body. Only whether the test material is alive or not has nothing to do with them. They succeeded in making the victim motionless, and then dragged the person into the darkness, leaving only a touch of blood on the ground.

"Let's get out of here, please, dear saint." The nun said with a cry in her prayer, "Please, let us go to a safe place."

"Ok, ok, you will be safe, let's go, let's go."

In the end, Zelin took two blood-colored stones that he had seen from the corpses of other monsters and left the village full of blood. The bloodstone block is similar to the bloodstone block he saw in the chapel of dreamland, but even the unexpected harvest of the bloodstone block can't remove the mind of the demon hunter from the human test of the Mansis school.

He did not find any laboratory or other places in the village, nor did he abandon the corpse in the pit or any researcher. Zelin could only judge what happened here, whether it was a corpse or a member of the Mansis School. , Have long disappeared, only those monsters are still repeating the capture order mechanically.

It is not so difficult to return to Mission Town from Jiu Yanan, to be precise, it is not within the scope of Jiu Yanan. The monsters hiding in the buildings still stayed in place, except for a small number of poor people who had completely lost their human form and turned into all kinds of strange appearances. No monsters actively attacked the two people on the street, the demon hunter and the nun. Go to the exit of the old Yanan from the outer wall of the house. Remove some of the stone buildings. The walls are thicker. Many common exterior walls are barely supported by a layer of broken wooden boards. These wooden boards seem to have been manually repaired later. Some breaches were patched.

But this only has the effect of blocking the line of sight. The low growl in the throat of the veterinarian patient behind the plank kept torturing Zelin's eardrum and the nun's nervous nerves. Fortunately, Adele's mental breakdown is still some distance away, but after experiencing so many terrible things, how long her sanity can last, Zelin is very doubtful.

Standing at the exit of Jiu Yanan, Zelin turned around and glanced at the clock tower where the chieftain was. The hunter was still sitting there, protecting the surviving residents of Jiu Yanan.

Using humans as experimental materials... When they left Jiu Yanan and the cold wind from Church Town blew on their faces, the demon hunters still couldn't recover from their shock. In his world, even the renegade warlocks who are strictly wanted by the Sunnid Island Warlock Order have not had a precedent for conducting human experiments. This has nothing to do with morality, it's just survival. The total population in the north does not add up to one million, and the number in the south may be relatively high. Zelin rarely goes to the south, and he doesn’t know much about it, but what he can be sure of is that if the actions of the warlocks who control powerful forces do not have the cult’s behavior. Constraint, who knows what will happen.

The **** Fikar rebellion a hundred years ago is still fresh in the memory. The **** rebellion that swept Redania, Tamoria and Pontal eventually led to the death of tens of thousands of people and many villages turned into wilderness. The city became ruins. That rebellion served as a reminder to the northern humans who had just won the conflict with the elves. They were victorious. They were just outsiders, and their number was only one million.

So since then, many studies that have the potential to cause a large number of deaths have been painted with prohibited symbols, such as the study of magic related to the plague, or disease. However, the world seems to have no worries in this regard.

"Church Town...God, is God not caring for us anymore?"

Healing the tragedy of the church's base camp made it difficult for the nun to accept.

"Holy blood...what else can be safe?"

"Come here, at least we can still find a shelter." Standing by the abandoned carriage outside the chapel, Zelin raised his finger to the door of the Orton chapel. "There is enough incense to drive away wild animals. There is food and water in it, and there are other survivors here, and they will accept you."

"Thank you so much, I can't express the feeling of liberation in words... Oh, yes, yes! Please accept this as a thank you." She turned her body and took out a crystal clear skull from her arms. There was a blue eyeball in the skull, cracked at the skull, and blue light emerged from the crack.

Zelin looked at the skull and remembered the corpse skull he had seen in the cemetery near the church square, exactly the same as this one.

"You can accept this! It must make an outstanding hunter like you happy!"

"I will hold it, but before that..." Zelin smiled mockingly. "I suggest you hand in your weapon first. It is indeed a good idea to tie the weapon around your waist with a belt, but your clothes are too It's thinner. Anyone standing within one metre of you can see the outline of the dagger as long as they are not blind. This is a sanctuary. You don't need to go in with murderous weapons. Give it to me."

"Uh, you, you look good. I, I, I'm sorry."

Reminiscent of Zelin's appearance when solving the veterinarians on the streets of Church Town, the nun very obediently lifted the hem of her clothes, untied her weapon and gave it to the demon hunter.

PS: Regarding the demographic issue of the Wizarding World. As mentioned in the novel Swift Tower, the Kingdom of Redania can assemble more than 5,000 heavy cavalry and 25,000 infantry with all the power of the country. There are five countries of equal strength in the North. And Nilfgard's national mobilization can mobilize close to 200,000 people. So the population of this human being... can almost get a general idea.

Chapter 111 Preparations Before Parting

The Orton Chapel was exactly the same as Zelin when he first saw it, full of incense. Indeed, as the witch in red said, the chapel is safe, as safe as another world. The cold wind roared outside, and the cold deep into the bone marrow could freeze the soul. In the small church, because of the influx of too many people, the originally empty church became a bit crowded at this time. The smoke formed by the burning of incense gives a vague feeling in mid-air.

Compared with not long ago, the number of survivors in the chapels and clinics is less and more.

"Oh~ you're back, thank goodness" Yusefka was relieved to see Zelin walk into the chapel. She was standing next to the clay pot next to the red witch, seemingly counting something. Unlike in the clinic, the female doctor has a short shawl on her body. The shawl made of gray silk cloth extends to the waist, with lace embroidered on the edge, and a hood sewn to the collar. It seems to be clothes specially prepared for the cold wind outside.

"You didn't have any trouble along the way." Zelin looked up and down Yusevka. There were no signs of injury on her body, only the soft boots under the long skirt were stained with a lot of dirt. Reminiscent of the harsh environment of the sewer, they must have been to the chapel for a while, otherwise the mud on Yusevka’s boots would still be wet. "You came from the sewer, right?"

"Yeah, I didn't expect the priest would know this way." Yusevka smiled slightly and returned his eyes to the clay pot in front of him. "You are right, there is enough incense here, I can't believe it. These pots are full of incense...oh my god, these incense are enough to burn for at least three months."

"Three months?"

"Hmm..." The female doctor nodded, and then showed a puzzled look. "But the incense I prepared in the clinic should also last three weeks. I don't know why it burns so fast, but anyway, I want to be here. The incense will surely keep us up till dawn."

Zelin looked away from the female doctor's face and scanned the chapel. Deyi Shuangxin's red-dressed woman was still sitting on her comfortable wooden chair, leaning back lazily, and seeing the sight of the demon hunter, she blinked her eyes and revealed a charming smile. The seemingly fashionable old lady dressed in white is still the same, sitting by the wall without saying a word, from time to time glaring at Zelin with disgust, as if Yanan's disaster was caused by a foreigner like him. As for the tattered man, he still looks indifferent, and seems to have a sense of innocence.

There are also those who came here from the clinic. The Gascoigne family is here. The priest and his wife are together and don't know what to say. The daughters of the priest’s family stayed with Amelia and played... well, playing cards, the silver-haired bishop seemed to be immersed in the pleasure of blood abuse beginners, Yusevka’s magical luck gave her a lot of money Blow.

Zelin looked at the survivors in the chapel again and made sure that there were no omissions.

"Your sister, is she still in the clinic?"

"Ah... Yeah, my sister."