The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Zelin tied the belt on his sword and walked towards the stable in the castle courtyard. During his absence, the old dwarf took good care of the rape. The forage and drinking water were all available, and he didn't get thinner or dirty. His body was clean, with a saddle, and he looked so energetic. The steel sword and the silver sword are all tightly tied behind him, and the belts of the two scabbards are staggered and finally tied together in front of the right chest, so as to ensure that the scabbard will not be thrown out when the horse is galloping.

The courtyard has changed a lot before leaving. Of the two huts on the right hand side of Zelin, the one with the collapsed roof was torn down, leaving a vacant lot, and it is estimated that a small warehouse can be built. On the other hand, its roof is covered with straw and scaffolding is fixed around the outer wall. It seems that Ayers and the others are planning to repair this house. Maybe after seeing the dwarf, you can discuss the layout of the courtyard. However, after the dwarves took over the castle, the weeds that grew wildly in the courtyard suffered from seedlings. The weeds that had buried the ankles were cleaned up. The gravel on the ground also disappeared. The courtyard was much cleaner, at least not. It looks like a place where resentful spirits haunt.

Although a long time has passed, fortunately, **** still remembers its owner. It shook its neck slightly to the person sitting on it, and then obediently walked towards the castle gate. Dole Gare stayed inside. After Zelin rode the **** and led his stallion out, the warlock turned the rocker to lower the iron fence hanging door of the castle. Then, the light of magic lighted up from Zelin's side, and Dolga Lei used a small spell to come out.

The mountain road from the castle to the floating port is still not easy. Most of the time they just walked on a pile of gravel roads, leaning on a series of gray-white gables and valleys as a guide. The sun did not stay in the sky for long, and soon hid behind the clouds. The wind in the mountain stream is getting stronger and the cold is getting heavier and heavier. Zelin looked up to the sky. This is not a good sign. It means a fierce rainstorm. The time is now in November 1263, after the full moon. The next day, this season, the sudden storm is not unusual. Zelin only hopes that when the storm hits his head, he is sitting in the hotel in the floating port and grilling the fire instead of hiding in a cave or The stone cracks.

By the way, it's best to throw away this warlock who is more annoying than a estrus rooster.

"Look, Zelin, under this mountain stream, there are many creatures living in them. They are all victims of the celestial confluence, and they are trapped here. Mahakam is very rare, and they have already formed a set of independent and special ethnic groups. Physically, they will not take the initiative to go to towns to steal babies and kill pregnant women. Humans will not live in mountain caves. So far in the Pontal River Valley, only floating port towns exist, and humans can coexist peacefully with these creatures."

"Yes, as long as we can tolerate young people who disappear from time to time and play with children who are dragged away by Anglade bugs. Farmers working in the fields must be careful, for fear of evil spirits hidden underground."

Zelin adjusted the position of the shoulder armor. "You are right. There is only one town in the Pontal Valley so far, but do you know why? Because there is no land to cultivate, there is not enough food to feed the surplus population, and you get out of the town fence. You can’t even be sure if you can come back alive. The population is always increasing. You can’t make all families give up raising children. Now, the goal is clear. The land is in the hands of monsters. Kill them and humans can continue to live. Going down, it's that simple."

"A druid master once told me that this world needs biodiversity, otherwise until one day, there will be no more fish in the rivers and seas, the land will become barren, and no more food will be produced. I think He was right."

"About how long it will become like this."

"Two thousand years later."

"You are thinking about things two thousand years from now, but do you know what I'm thinking?"

"What do you think?"

"Run."

Zelin urged the horse to run, and the warlock looked at the demon hunter for unknown reasons. But shortly afterwards, a blast of thunder in the sky told him the answer. Then Dole Gare threw away his conjecture about the world two thousand years later, and urged the stallion to run with the demon hunter.

The sky became more and more gloomy, although he was still so clear not long ago. The wind became stronger and stronger, and the few trees in the valley made dull squeaks. It didn’t take long for the swaying sound of branches to be replaced by the sound of raindrops hitting the ground. The dry Mahakam was soaked in rain in the blink of an eye. In.

To be honest, arguing with a person with a completely different point of view is not a fun thing, especially you have to hide in a cave with him to avoid the rain, but luckily, Zelin followed the steps of a brown bear on the ground to find A cave sheltered from the rain, so that they would not stare at the storm. The cave looks deep, but they are not interested in exploring it to see if there is a bear asleep or a group of evil spirits are carrying out a banquet or carnival. When the rain decreases, they can enter the forest of the Pontal River Valley and reach the floating point. Port.

In fact, even if evil spirits or brown bears came out, they would not be able to seek any advantage in front of a warlock and a demon hunter.

"Dole Gare, use your magic to make a fire, **** it, do you have anything you can burn to dry the wood, just take it out." At the entrance of the cave, Zelin leaned against the stone and avoided Raindrops are constantly splashing in. The **** shook its neck, and the rain condensed its mane into braids, drooping the sides of the neck.

"I don't bring firewood with me." The old warlock twisted the purple gown, and the rain was squeezed out of his clothes. Raindrops hit the ground one after another, Zelin raised his head, thinking that he heard the screams of crows, but in fact it was just the sound of wind, wind and rain.

There will be no deer head spirits here.

Shaking his head, the demon hunter threw away some neurotic guesses. The storm comes fast, and it may go fast. When the heavy rain comes, it is almost noon, maybe a few hours later, before sunset, they can leave the cave and try to enter the floating port before the various monsters come out at night. Otherwise, it would be extremely dangerous to go through the forest at night when the moonlight is not so bright, not to mention that it is the Pontal Valley, which is very dangerous during the day.

"Well, then put on your clothes, Dolgaray."

"Did your head get water, demon hunter, wearing clothes makes me feel like a dead fish struggling in a fishing net, can you bear the mud all over your body..."

"Don't talk nonsense, we are not the only ones who found this refuge."

Chapter 122 News of the Floating Port

Outside the cave, the sky was gloomy, and the rain was anxiously hitting the bare peaks of Mahakam.

"You got it wrong, why would anyone come to this ruined place?" Dole Gare complained, shaking his soft leather cap soaked by rain. "Most people went to the floating port by boat, and Mayor Larry opened. For a good price, he was ambitious and wanted to turn the floating port into a new city under the rule of King Foltest. The Duke of Hereward of Island supported him and gave him a lot of money. Ah~ you may not know that Foltest raised tariffs on the grounds that Redania and Kovind dumped Temalia, and they made a fortune."

Zelin walked a few steps inside and squatted not far from the cave entrance. Of course he didn't hear anything, all he could hear was the sound of wind and rain. The rain will quickly clear away the few traces of footprints on the ground outside the cave, but the cave is different, it is very humid, and the footprints will be shaped on the moist soil, and they will remain for a long time as long as no one interferes. Of course, these footprints were more obvious in Zelin's eyes, and in the eyes of Dolgarai, the demon hunter was just squatting on the ground and didn't know what he was looking at.

"It seems that a lot of things have happened in the floating port recently."

Pontal will never lack news, unless it is no longer the border of the four countries. Correspondingly, in the eastern part of the valley, Haji, the largest military fortress of the northern countries, stands on the border of Aden, Kovind and Temalia. The four kingdoms have won control of the Haji Fortress. The most recent one was 40 years ago, when the Adenian King Vilfurel led his army to defeat the army of the Temorian King Mandel who was stationed in the Haji Fortress. , Has been maintained until now, taken over by King Demawi of Aden.

"Of course, the cargo ship going downstream will carry the news all the way to Novigrad, and then will take it with the caravan and the cargo to Temaria, Redania, Sidaris, Verdon, and Bruges. "The old warlock pulled down the duffel bag on the back of the black stallion, and counted the damp conditions inside. "About a month ago, I heard this news in Maribo. Estimated time, Mayor Larry should be two. Many months, nearly three months ago, the news was released, I hope we still have time to stop them."

"It's you, not us." Ze Lin corrected.

The footsteps on the ground are like hard-soled soft leather shoes or iron boots, but Zelin prefers the former. This is a valley, and there is a rain forest not far away. Wearing iron boots is not a good choice. Footprints come and go. It seems that someone once used this cave as a camp until they left and then they were spotted by a brown bear. Now the bear doesn't know where it is, but it is certain that some footprints were stepped on not long ago.

"But you definitely won't pick up those hunting missions, right?" Dulle Gare smiled dryly.

"What do you think?" Zelin thought he didn't need to explain, and he didn't want to continue listening to the old warlock's reasoning, so he changed the subject. Continue to walk a few steps inside.

"Does Foltest plan to use town expansion to deal with Fort Haji?"

In fact, ten years ago, the territory of Tamoria was limited to Tamoria, the Duke of La Varetti and the Duke of Ayland, until Foltest succeeded to the throne. Eckhard, the owner of the Duke of Sorden, died. His sister was Foltest’s mother, and he had no direct heir. So Foltest, who had the weak claim of the Duke of Sordon, naturally inherited the Sordon area. .

On the northern bank of the Yaruja River, King Ventslav of Brugge woke up and learned that Sintra on the south bank was dead, so he surrendered to Foltest in the name of a protectorate to avoid waking up one day After arriving, he found that the Royal Governor of Nilfgaard stood in front of him and announced that he would be sent to the gallows at noon the next day.

"Now there are a lot of rumors that Foltest is planning to take advantage of Sutton Hill's victory to bring Verden into his hands." Zelin put his finger on the latest footprint on the ground. The footprints are very shallow, and the owner of the footprints is either very short or light. The pattern can be seen in the remaining traces, and the style of Coviel's workmanship. The older footprints are slender and very shallow, but it may be because the time has passed too long and the depth is covered by the blowing dust.

So Zelin walked a few steps inside.

Dolgaly's voice came from across the corner.

"No, I don't think Foltest has the intention to expand. It should be Heriward's own plan. Everyone wants to do something to keep their names in history. Right, the statues erected in Floating Port City are probably not bad. Reward. It’s Demawi. He has gathered more than a thousand soldiers in the Haji Fortress. The Tamoria garrison in the floating port is no more than 50 people. If Aden really wants to take Pontal, it’s like his As the ancestors did, all the floating port could do was to spread the news." A thunderstorm sounded outside, followed by the neighing of horses, and the warlock stopped the conversation and calmed his mount.

The light in the cave is very dark, but it is not a trouble for the demon hunter. There are more and more new footprints, and the footprints in the depths of these caves can provide more clues for Zelin. The distribution of footprints became more and more scattered, and some of them, he could indeed see that these footprints came from elves, and those who can leave such footprints are either elves or goblins, but Mahakam will not show goblins. The only explanation is Zeng Some elves camped again. Time is a little far away, Zelin can only estimate at least three people, but not more than ten. But the new footprints are clearer. The Kovier-style moccasins have deeper footprints. It is estimated that the owner of the footprints is more robust and must be a human, with about three people.

As for the other side, about three meters in front of Zelin, there was a fault. Suddenly, the narrow passageway was more than one meter high vertically downwards, three consecutive levels, forming a place similar to a natural staircase. From here on, the cave is full of stones, it is difficult to track the footprints, but the temperature of Mahakam Liquor is not so easy to disperse in the corridor.

"Hey, what did you find here? I called you so many times but you are like a deaf man. Did the thunder just break your ears?" Dole Garry followed with his ivory staff. "But I It must be said that your horse is really good...what is this smell, are you drinking?" The warlock frowned, and anyone could notice the temperature of the strong wine.

"No, I think we interrupted some people's dinners." Zelin shrugged, definitely not elves, they can't drink dwarf spirits, the demon hunter has never seen Francesca drink any alcohol Something more than fruit wine. He raised his hand and pointed to a corner inside the thing, the warlock looked at the direction of his finger, and then smiled clearly.

The cork of the wine bottle fell on the ground. It was small, but it could not hide from the eyes of the demon hunter.

"Come out, we are not robbers. This cave is big enough for us to stay together to avoid the rain." As he said, Zelin pulled out the steel sword behind. There was a gap in the sword. When he arrived in Fugang Town, he had to find a blacksmith. Fix it well. "No one likes hiding behind a group of invisible people, especially this place is not safe. The dagger stabbed from behind is as dangerous as the fangs of the Anderlag bug."

As long as they are not robbers.

There was no response inside, and the sound of rain outside was looming.

"I think you made a mistake, Demon Hunter." The old mage touched his chin with a scattered white beard, and his ivory staff lay on the ground.

"Maybe, Dole Gare, you are a warlock and know magic. For safety, use your little skills to seal the cave from here. I am worried that there will be monsters in it." Come with the stone, seal it, it’s better to set the fire again, no, as long as there is smoke. No one responds to this, indicating that there must be no living people in it..."

"Hi! Wait! Wait! Good gentlemen, don't do this!" Before Zelin could vividly describe what will happen to the creatures sealed in the cave, there was an anxious cry from inside. With a heavy dialect, it sounds like an Adenian "We will come out now, good sorcerers, don't seal the hole, we will come out."

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Three

"You know, these years are not safe. The war has just ended. The man in black escaped like a dog with a broken spine on Sutton Mountain, but who knows if Mahakam will hide like the man in black? Monster. I’m Nathaniel of Essenland, a warrior who used to fight with King Demawi on Sutton Hill. At that time, I was holding the knight’s sword handed down from my family and resisting the invasion of the man in black. You can call me Knight of Nathaniel. Well, although I haven't received the title of knight, it's just because I want to add a glory to the title of knight that will appear, the ghost slayer of the floating port-Nathaniel!"

His gray wool coat was as shiny as Zelin's silver sword, and fresh and old oil stains were mixed together. Zelin could even determine what Mr. Quasi-Knight had eaten last meal. The messy hair was stuffed into the cowhide hat, and the iron gloves were quite satisfactory, but they looked nondescript when paired with the dark red trousers dyed gray by dust. On the contrary, the so-called ancestral knight sword in his hand is the same as his face, with a lot of rust on it, and even a gap at the tip of the sword. The demon hunter doubts whether the Nathaniel, who claims to be a knight, often uses weapons. Break the nuts.

The demon hunter thought he would face at least two people. After all, the other party said it was ‘us’, but in fact there was only one person and one horse.

The torrential rain was indeed as expected by Zelin. It became smaller in the afternoon before the sun went down, but the weather was still so bad. The torrential rain was replaced by an annoying and abominable drizzle. But the demon hunter and the old warlock agreed that they could go on the road, and then rush to the floating port before sunset. They were willing to be very simple-they had nothing to eat. It is not a good memory to lie cold and hungry all night in a damp cave. The other asylum in the cave also didn't eat. Only two bottles of spirits were not enough to solve the problem.

So they left the cave and turned to the trail between the mountains. When conditions permit, they rode as fast as possible. Nathaniel and his companion, a thin horse called Losinante, joined the team, because he was going to the floating port, and he didn’t want to stay. Feel cold and hungry in the cave.