The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Here, they will at least be safe. The blood moon is here. This proves that time will never go back. Maybe we will see the dawn of the next day, and then they will wake up safe and sound. You are willing to risk their death. Hunter. Are you worried about not being sure if they are still alive? Use the resonance bell, and you will get the answer on the other side of the door."

Zelin looked at Yusevka and Amelia who were sleeping. The resonating bell was in the hands of the female doctor. Should he take Yusevka and Amelia away? It is impossible for Zelin to carry it on his back Everyone left. He was a human and not a mule, but he was even more reluctant to dismantle others, such as taking two little girls and taking them away in the name of asylum. What is the difference between them and the robbers who trafficked human beings.

The old demon hunter is not a person who likes to risk others' lives, so he made a decision.

If someone could sneak up to the top of the chapel at this time and look in through the glass of the skylight, he would see that with the dim candlelight, an elderly young man was sitting next to the pile of ceramic pots, There was also a witch with a scary face in a red robe, and a woman like a crow, who was talking about it.

He will see the old young man rubbing his face, which seems nervous from the scars, walking back and forth. He did everything, but only made a few changes. He wanted to save everyone, but in the end, he was still so powerless and could only wait for the result in silence, whether it was good or bad. In the end, the hunter took a dagger from his waist and put the hilt in the hands of the woman in the off-white doctor's robe. The air in the chapel became cold, the candlelight was constantly swinging, and ghost images seemed to form on the walls.

He will see that the chapel becomes blurred, the scene of the dilapidated stone barrier flickers from time to time, and the scene flickers more and more frequently, and finally it seems like a flash of light flashes across, and the bright orange portal appears in the chapel. The man glanced at the survivors in the chapel one last time, shook his head, and walked into the portal without looking back. He didn't hesitate, let alone time to hesitate.

He will hear the red-clothed witch's low prayer, the farewell she sent to the old demon hunter, like an exhortation, but also like a pity. The female doctor felt like a gift she had received. In her dream, she uttered bursts of unexplained babble. Hoarfrost's whistling sound came and went quickly, but in the blink of an eye, the portal disappeared, the whistling sound disappeared, and there were no more figures in the chapel.

However, no one appeared. No one listened to and witnessed everything that happened here. The wooden door of the chapel was violently knocked, surrounded by incense mist, shrouded in the light of the blood moon, and it was separated from Yanan. No one knows, no one comes.

"You are just a hunter, how can you save the world?"

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ps: The Old Hunter DLC is located in Chapter 535

Chapter 120 Back to Mahakam

The unstable portal became more and more unfriendly. Last time it gave Zelin the opportunity to lead the **** out. This time, it brutally spit out the demon hunter, making Zelin's face and the ground. Here comes an intimate encounter.

He was lying on the ground and could not get up temporarily. Although his strength was still there, the muscles of his whole body kept sending out protest signals to his brain due to soreness, telling him that he should immediately find a soft place where he could lie down. Whether it is a cotton bed or a pile of straw. But it is a pity that the brain stubbornly rejects these correct opinions, and his pain is self-conscious, and his head is trembling terribly.

Zelin didn't know why his head hurt so much this time, and he didn't even know what was wrong with the portal. He only knew that every tiny movement made the pain worse and worse. Zelin listened to the sound of the portal closing behind him, like bubbles bursting on the water, but he couldn't pay attention to these things. Covering his forehead with one hand, he stood up with difficulty. He remembered that there was a huge boulder in the courtyard that could make the demon hunter who was so painful that he could hardly open his eyes leaned forward to rest for a while.

He needs a rest now.

Then he heard footsteps. Someone is in this castle, near the portal. Who could it be? Zelin's vision was blurry. The ground and sky seemed to be turned over. He seemed to be drunk, but he knew very well that he hadn't touched any mixed alcoholic beverages for almost a month. The scent of bay leaves surrounds the tip of the hunter’s nose. It seems that the old dwarf did not cut the laurel tree in the courtyard. This is not bad. These leaves can be dried and made into medicinal materials, which can save a part of the money to buy herbal medicines from herbal medicine merchants. . After all, the Mahakam Mountains will not be located in coastal areas like Aibin. It is rare that wild laurel trees will appear. It may be caused by the disturbance of the chaotic ability, but in any case, this is not a bad thing.

Who will appear here?

Time quickly told Zelin the answer.

"Fortunately, if I'm not mistaken, Zelin of Tamoria, a monster killer and demon hunter who relies on hunting endangered creatures for bread money, right, your face covered with the blood of endangered creatures is very nauseating. But I still want to say hello to you. Congratulations on coming back alive." Zelin heard the uneasy neighing of a stallion. Short coat of sable fur. The sky is at dusk, and the dim light will not affect what the demon hunter looks like, what clothes he is wearing, and what his eyes look like.

He knows this man.

"I don't think we can meet each other with the word "good luck". In the same way, your face equal to the bark of a dead bark gives me the same feeling as you. Damn it, return my three hundred Oren. Me." Zelin shook his head, dragging his footsteps towards the castle like an iron block. It was unlucky to see Dole Gare's boring face as soon as he walked out of the portal. Why can't it be the pleasing face of the sorcerer? The friendly face of the old dwarf is also good, but it seems that they are not there, leaving Zelin to face the **** wizard alone in the cold wind of Mahakam.

"Why did you guy come here, tell me what you went crazy this time, last time in Sorden, you let go of that griffon beast..."

"It's a pterodactyl." Dolegarey corrected shamelessly.

"It's three hundred Oren."

The inside of the castle and before Zelin left last time, there were almost earth-shaking changes. The dust on the ground was gone, and the broken planks on the floor were replaced by new, high-quality dark slates. The tall wooden cabinets stood by the walls, and the clean marble fireplace was wiped with a warm fire. The cold wind could no longer sneak in through the cracks in the castle. All the cracks with the view were patched and blocked with clay. Now, the cold wind can only helplessly stroke the brand-new blinds. The warmth in front of the fireplace and the upholstered seat made Zelin sit down without hesitation. His headache gradually eased, and he might get some sleep. The next day he could be like an energetic young man.

Still shamelessly, Dole Gare walked in and sat in another chair, as if this was his home or laboratory.

"Bring me something to drink." Zelin threw the cloth bag to the fireplace. "Clean water, beer, everything is good."

"Hey, butcher, do I look like a servant?"

"Do you think I am like a generous master, Dole Gare." Zelin took the bottle handed over by the mage. Towson's wine, this bottle is worth at least 80 Oren, or higher. The demon hunter raised his eyebrows, "Oh, where did you get the money? Last time I was on the mountain, when I saw you, your clothes were similar to those of the druids. I really doubt that one day Will you wear a white robe like them, with only a few leaves hanging on your body."

"Pride and prejudice, you have never changed." The warlock searched it again, and finally took out a bottle of Livia Cherry Liquor. "But not everyone in the world is like you, King Sidaris, Your Majesty Ezein is willing Listen to my suggestions and apply for me as his court warlock."

"Oh, congratulations, I think the druids have found home." Zelin took a sip from the mug, and the cold wine cooled his brain. "Well, tell me now, our respectful natural hobby. What did Mr. Dolegare come to Mahakam to do? Is there anything to be done to investigate the portal by the order of the Order of the Warlock? Where did Francesca go? I thought she was responsible for the investigation. "

"Collecting portal information is incidental. The war has just ended. Everyone is busy with new experiments, providing advice to the king, calming their heads, and don't try to start a new war." Attention seemed to be attracted by the pattern on the mug. He lowered his head. "The men in black threatened less than three months ago. Foltest of Tamoria and Wizmir of Rydania The tariff agreement was torn apart, and Hensett of Covind began to look at the Pontal Valley again, ha~ it was just as stupid and short-sighted as they allowed fishermen to fish with dense mesh nets and deforestation."

"The kings are like this. If you want to tell me, they decide to sit down and shake hands to make peace, and replace politics and war with banquets and friendly smiles. I absolutely throw away my sword, give up hunting monsters and try to find a gardener. "Zelin drank the wine in the mug in a few sips." I understand. The warlocks are busy with their work, whether for themselves or for the king. Some things will never be too late as long as they pass. Portals are different. It stays here, even after one year or two, it will not disappear."

"That's right, and everyone in the sect basically knows that a demon hunter has established an academy here, so, um, how do you say it, respectable Tisya wants to see you."

"But she should know that I will leave soon to find some commission to make money, and I won't come back until the next time the portal opens in winter." Zelin, like Dole Gare, stared at the mug in his hand. The demon hunter knew who the woman was in the mage's mouth. Tisya De Veris, is a member of the Warlock Association. She is also the current principal of Eritusa Academy. This world-famous magic academy is located on the famous island of Sinide. This is also one of the largest warlock magic academies in the north, but with another warlock magic school class? Ade On the contrary, there is a special training for female warlocks, that is to say, from the principal to the students of Eritusa College, all are female warlocks.

The academy is also built around a portal that can travel through the world. The Tower of Seagull is there, just like the Demon Hunter Academy to be established. Mahakam’s portal will attract a scholar-warlock who is not interested in politics and spends most of her time doing magic research, Zelin is not surprised. In fact, it is reasonable to say that the academy Zelin wants to build has a lot of investment from the Warlock Council.

"So I think she will visit you this winter." Dole Gare shrugged. "Your dwarf friends are still in the floating port, maybe to receive new building materials. But you mentioned the commission, I am here. Have a job, are you willing to accept it."

"Oh?" Zelin raised his eyebrows with interest. "The nature conservation school would certainly be willing to ask me, a demon hunter who lives by hunting endangered pterodactyls and griffin beasts, to tell me that the sun will be from tomorrow. Where did it appear."

"Of course I am not asking you to hunt for endangered creatures, and put away your mocking tone, Zelin" Dole Gare's ivory wand knocked on the ground. "This is Mahakam. Below is the floating port. Some time ago, Some people have found hordes of evil spirits in the forest around the floating port. There are a lot of them, at least a few hundred. I want to study the social structure and life behavior of evil spirits, as long as I can prove that evil spirits are actually the same as human beings. , With social organization and reason, prove that evil spirits are no different from humans, elves, and dwarves. I can persuade the mayor of Floating Harbor to give up the idea of ​​hiring warriors and demon hunters to clean up evil spirits."

"Even if their staple food is human."

"In fact, in the eyes of cows and sheep, we humans are no different from evil spirits. If this world is ruled by evil spirits...Hey! Zelin, where are you going?"

"Go to sleep." Zelin dragged the cloth bag, and he should find a good place to put the doll brought from Yanan instead of occupying space in the cloth bag. Of course, the most important thing is to avoid the long talk of the mage.

"Is it entrusted you to pick it up?" Dulle Gare asked the demon hunter who walked to the second floor of the stairs, holding the handrail.

"What do you want me to do."

"I'm going to investigate evil ghosts, but there are indeed many of them, so I'm looking for someone who knows how to use a sword."

"Ha! Actually, Dulle Gare, you don't have to worry at all. Think about it. According to your statement, evil spirits are creatures indistinguishable from humans and elves. They will certainly smile at you, a friendly warlock. , Don’t worry about them dragging you into the underground cave to eat. But even if there is, this can only prove that evil spirits and human elves are indeed the same. There are also wolf-hearted people among them, who don’t know how to be grateful, and the great Dole Mr. Garley has made outstanding contributions to the study of evil spirits. You must remember you in the textbook. Maybe one day I will kill all evil spirits around the floating port, and I will find you in a certain evil spirit’s lair. This well-made staff."

"Okay, I know you don't understand my work. Can I entrust you to accept it?"

"Excluding that bottle of wine, plus the reserve price of three hundred Oren, and no talk below 520 Oren."

"Why don't you grab it."

"Count in the money for that griffin beast."

"It's a pterodactyl."

"Six hundred Oren, see you at the castle gate tomorrow when the sun rises."

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-One

The cold wind blowing from the Dragon Mountain Range is always so violent. It passes through the frozen ground of Corveil and across the plains of Praxida. It is mixed with the salty sea breeze, and it crosses Tritog all the way south and crosses the flowing water. The gurgling Ponta River finally squeezed into the valley of the Mahakam Mountains and beat the shutters of the castle violently, lifting up the old tapestries that should have sealed the windows. Obviously, the dwarves did not arrange a bed. There was indeed a bed in the castle covered with straw, but Zelin was really not interested in the old antique that was about to fall apart, so he wrapped a blanket and lay on a piece that could cut off the cold ground. On the wide plank, spent the night.

The next day, the sun did not come out from the west, and Dolgaly did not give up his stupid thoughts. In the early morning, Zelin's bones were freezing and banging, and he had to crawl out of the blanket that was not so warm. Looking out through the blinds that had been tortured by the cold valley wind all night, I saw that Dolgaray had already mounted his strong black stallion and waited at the gate of the castle.

"Hey, are you going to die in such a hurry?"

"I am in a hurry to conduct academic research."

"Then dedicate myself to academic research? Oh~ it's great."

"Your **** mouth is never pleasing."

"To each other."