The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Shaking his head, he stuffed the tombstone into the cloth bag.

It was heavy, and the sacks were even slightly sagging, with the circular outline of the tombstone printed on the bottom.

This time Zelin put on a backpack to prevent him from showing up in Yahagul, there are many things that can be taken away. As a result, because he has no tools, he can only leave some valuable but relatively low-value things in place. Land, but this time, it was the last time he saw Yanan's scenery, why should he leave himself with regrets again?

For example, the Gatling gun of the wheelchair townsman. Although the weapon was damaged in the eruption of flames, the main part of the weapon, the circle of rotating steel pipes, was largely preserved. Of course, Zelin didn't want to go back with such a weapon.

The gun uses mercury bullets. Although it is not clear what mercury is, the demon hunter has imagined that the silver mine that could have been made into mark silver coins is made into such a disposable consumable. He has no money, he Crossbow arrows are rarely used, because a good arrow can sell for half a krona. If the arrow shot cannot be recycled, it will definitely cause a lot of loss. However, the mercury bullet...Zelin has never seen a hunter at After shooting the bullet, he leaned over the corpse and looked for the bullet.

Now tell him to use the missing coins into ammunition?

Sorry, Zelin has no money, really no money.

So he slammed the machine gun against the wall, and with the sound of the collision, the broken weapon scattered all over the place with metal parts. These metal parts looked familiar, much like the strange things that goblins had been describing. Zelin picked up the smaller ones and placed them carefully on the side of his pockets. Maybe there will be dwarves or goblins willing to buy them, these parts are meaningless to Zelin, it would be better if they could be exchanged for gold coins.

Zelin wrapped the remaining metal pipes and the surrounding parts with a large piece of cloth and tied them in a knot. He wanted to know why these metal pipes would automatically rotate when attacking. If he could use this kind of thing to modify the crossbow, whether he could make the crossbow that can only be shot once in battle and would be thrown out of the ground to shoot the crossbow continuously. Send out several crossbow arrows, or make its reload time faster. There are eight metal pipes in a circle. If the crossbow can shoot eight crossbow arrows at a time and then reload the next time, the demon hunter can confirm that the kings will equip each of their guards with one such crossbow.

But the premise is that this kind of crossbow arrow transformation can really be successful.

After packing up the spoils, Zelin walked out from the other end of the room. At the other end of the room, there is a suspended beam bridge, and on the opposite side is a tall tower spiraling upward. The tower has three floors. On each floor, there is a corridor around the wall. On it stands some people dressed like ordinary townspeople, but the distance is too far, Zelin can't see if they are beasts. Sufferers, but they are not friendly at all to outsiders who suddenly appear.

They began to shoot at Zelin who was walking on the bridge. The bullet hit the stone bridge and broke a lot of rubble. But the long distance not only made Zelin unable to see them clearly, it also made it difficult for them to hit the fast-moving demon hunters.

There is only one road, leading to the tower. The gate at the bottom of the tower was not closed, but Zelin did not see the priests here, only a few corpses in the clothes of priests fell to the ground. Instead, the townspeople in the center of Yanan appeared. These townspeople circled cluelessly or stood motionless, as if they had been forcibly taken to a strange place before, but they didn’t know how to leave after being free. , I don't know how to get out, so I can only get trapped in the tower, looping endlessly to find a way out.

All of them had the symptoms of animalization, Zelin didn't bother them, just watched from a distance. There is no incense smell here, and the beastized townspeople are free. Obviously, the priests of the choir realized that they could no longer control these veterinarians, so they gave up the first floor of the tower. But there is not a trace of incense here. Can those priests really maintain their sense on such a night without incense?

Zelin shook his head and threw the extra guessing out of his mind, it had nothing to do with him.

The demon hunter did not continue to move up, and the abandonment of the first floor of the tower by the choir did not mean that they would abandon the entire tower, and he did not want to have any intersection with these priests.

Zelin walked along a downward path inside the tower, as if it had been deliberately smashed. The ground was covered with rubble. It seemed that he wanted to cover up the road specially, and in the cover of the rubble, it was divided into pieces. Another room loomed under the roads on both sides. But the road was blocked, Zelin had to slide down the gravel and land steadily on the ground. Although the height is very high, but with a **** that can slide down instead of falling vertically, the demon hunter can guarantee that he will not be thrown to death.

He walked all the way to the end, the bottom of the tower of the choir. The surroundings of this floor were tightly blocked by stones, and only a dark hole came out. The cat potion's night vision ability was still effective. Zelin fumbled forward as if it were the hunter's workshop in the description.

That will appear in the dream of the Demon Hunter.

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Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen

When he opened the last door, Zelin came to the hunter's workshop.

Of course, there is no road sign behind the door, no sign, and no warning sign that says "Hunter Workshop, no idlers are allowed". For Zelin, he could understand at a glance whether this was his destination, because this was not the first time he came to the Hunter's Workshop. The stone road on the dirt, the lonely small church, the vines clinging to the rusty iron fence, and the fallen leaves everywhere on the ground, the scene is almost exactly the same as in the dream.

To say something different, compared to the dream world, this place is too desolate. Amelia is right. The Hunter's Workshop has long been abandoned. The blooming lilies are nowhere to be seen. They were supposed to be the location of huge oak trees and tombstones, leaving only the soil slopes covered with fallen leaves. The white marble pool near the chapel was still on the spot, but there was no drop of liquid inside. The bottom of the pool showed dry cracks. Zelin suspected that he only had to push it, and these pools were placed on the ground in the shape of a goblet. It would collapse, the chapel was more dilapidated than he had ever seen, the vines were no longer turquoise, and the withered leaves looked like spots on the patient's skin.

Naturally, there is no such old hunter Zelin who calls himself Geman raised his head and looked around. There is really no one here. Not only did the hunters abandon it, there was even no trace of the veterinary monster. To put it bluntly, this is the only safe place where there are no monsters. Even the Orton Chapel sometimes has animalized priests wandering by the door. If you don’t know the outside situation, Zelin is very good. It is difficult to connect the Hunter's Workshop with Yanan, who is ravaged by plague monsters.

"Is it here... it's really interesting."

Walking up the stone road, Zelin’s ears only made the sound of his footsteps on the fallen leaves. The hunter’s workshop was abnormally silent. Although it was only separated from the holy choir tower by a door, the wooden door divided the two sides into two. A different world, one side is the highest-ranking choir of the healing church, and the other is the hunter's workshop that no one cares about.

What is the connection here with dreams? What does the man who calls himself German know? Zelin thought about all the possibilities in his mind

Demon hunters rarely dream, let alone dreaming of the same place several times in a row. Is that Geman a warlock? He can make people dream here, and he can also bring dead dolls to life, like stone creatures, driven by magic. However, what can a magic user in this world do to find a demon hunter?

The Hunter's Workshop is similar to the Dreamland. Rather, the Dreamland is like it looked like before the Hunter's Workshop was abandoned decades ago. I searched back and forth near the small church, but unfortunately I didn't find much valuable things except for a tomb.

The tomb is on the left side of the entrance of the chapel. There is nothing here in the dream. Zelin crouched in front of the tombstone and carefully checked the traces on the tombstone.

Like the surrounding fences and small churches, the tombstone is full of dust, dust and even blocking the words engraved on the tombstone. No one has come here to clean it for a long time, and there is no thing to worship near the tomb, otherwise he should be able to find some clues from it.

Picking up a few fallen leaves on the ground, erasing the dust, revealing the handwriting on the tombstone, only a few words, but the amount of information on it is not so huge.

Tomb of Geman.

The griffon emblem on the chest of the demon hunter shook slightly.

"German is dead..."

What is going on with Geman who appeared in the dream? Zelin shook his head. In his dream, he saw an old hunter who had been dead for many years? Is it an evil spirit? Or the demon Sim who will appear in the dream? He tried hard to explain everything he saw with the only knowledge in his mind. The evil spirit would not have a normal consciousness, let alone communicate with others. Sim can indeed understand other intelligent creatures, but Sim will only consider how to squeeze pain from the host as food.

Is it really Geman? Or is it just a creature calling itself Geman?

With their own questions, the demon hunter walked into the chapel. The furnishings in the church are exactly the same as in the dream, but what Zelin did not expect is that he actually saw the doll in the dream, and now she is sitting on the ground by the wall of the chapel.

Zelin walked to the doll and sat down cross-legged.

The doll has exactly the same hair as the doll in the dream, except that there is no luster in the eyes. Her hands are about to fall apart and put on both sides of her body. She is lifeless and lifeless. Her body is made of wood and ceramics. It's not the gleaming milky white, but it's already covered with dark yellow, and it seems to be covered with a layer of gray. Years of wind and sun have made the appearance a little yellow. Obviously it has been a long time.

Zelin reached out and touched the face of the doll. Her skin feels almost the same as that of normal humans. This is by no means something comparable to the golem of a warlock. The material used to make the doll is enough to surprise everyone. If the finger joints of the non-doll are deliberately made into a ball shape, it is difficult to believe that the doll with slightly yellowed skin in front of me is not a real human being. It's not that the skin that is not so white to the terrible makes her look more human.

With the fingers moved down, the doll's clothes and skin feel different to the touch. The dust and dew mixed together to make the cloth feel and a piece of dry mud. But with the mud and dust, Zelin can still see how delicate the clothes of the doll are made of fabric. It can be seen that the owner of the doll liked her very much. There is also a beautiful hairpin on the forehead. If it is not something that you care about, who will dress up the doll.

Zelin searched everywhere in the chapel, hoping to find any clues related to blood therapy. The doll stayed on the spot quietly, his eyes as if watching the uninvited guests in front of him turning over the cabinet. In the end, the demon hunter who was acting as a robber seemed to have given up searching. He returned to the doll and found a place where there was not so much dust to sit down.

Not only was the Hunter's Workshop abandoned, but there was even nothing of value left, except for this doll. But there is not much time. Zelin only has about two days left. He will go back. But before that, he must figure out what those parasites are and whether there is a way to eradicate them. Maybe he will still have it in the future. Opportunity to return to Yanan and wait for the portal to bring him here again, but he doesn't want to come here next time. The only thing he can do is to mourn by a group of tombstones.

But for dreams, he did find some rules. For example, when the demon hunter fell into meditation and his spirit sank to the depths, he would see the dreams when he became extremely calm. Since coming to Yanan to the present, he has meditated twice, and he has also come to the dreamland twice. Now, he has to do it for the third time, and it is the initiative to enter.

German in the dream is like someone who knows a lot of things. Maybe he will anger him if he asks about blood therapy straightforwardly, but Zelin is about to leave. He doesn't like to leave regrets, or let himself rest in the castle and the wilderness. , Thinking of the people he might have saved but they could not fall asleep because of a mistake that caused them to die, or when he finally one day, his age made him unable to wield a silver sword easily, and died in a monster more than all the monsters he had ever seen. When he is in the hands of a cunning, more dangerous monster, he hopes that the good people who have been successfully rescued will emerge in front of him, rather than the blood-stained faces of the dead.

"Come on, German, let me see what you are."

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