The Journey of the Demon Hunter

This narrow path is winding and twists and turns. Both sides of the road are covered with various shapes of rocks. The rocks are also covered with moss and lichen of different colors. This area is the place where the Mahakam Mountains are close to the Pontal River Valley, and the bare rocks are gradually covered. Mossy shrubs. They passed through a stone wall eroded by the stream and stepped into the rain-soaked land of the river valley.

Because of the rain, there is a thin white mist in the woods. When Zelin approaches, the mist will turn into water and stick to the outer leather armor, or penetrate the leather armor with the drizzle and hit Wet lining-although it has been wetted once. Dole Gare's situation is also not very good, but he can solve the problem with some small spells. In the whole team, the best condition is the quasi knight. The oil stain on his body prevents the rain from getting wet.

"You said you used to stand on Sutton Hill, Mr. Nathaniel..." Dole Gare sat firmly on the horseback, wiping the ivory staff.

"Knight Nathaniel."

"Well, Knight Nathaniel, I participated in the first battle at Sutton Hill, but that time, I didn’t see you, respectable quasi knight, and none of my surviving colleagues said they were in I saw you on the top of the mountain."

"That's because their eyes are covered by heavy smoke...cough cough!" Nathaniel suddenly remembered that he was talking to a warlock. The source of the warlock was also a warlock. The quasi knight held the rein tightly. Like the demon hunter, it is impossible to fix his **** on the saddle by magic like Dole Gare. "Of course, of course, it is normal for you to not see me. I was behind the mountain at that time, protecting the supply line. In fact, you I should be thankful, right, ah~ you can eat hot meals in the camp instead of the trash in the stinking ditch. Thanks to us, otherwise the cavalry in black will burn out your dinner."

"But as far as I know, the task of protecting the supply line is done by the mercenaries of the Humphus Alliance, not the Adenian soldiers." The old warlock was not polite.

"Of course, of course! But there is also Nathaniel from Essenland!" The quasi-knight blushed. "The soldier's job can be divided into labor! We are all fighting against the men in black, and we are all dealing with the damned Neve Gad people!"

Dole Gare sneezed and did not continue to speak.

The descending **** gradually reduced, the surrounding bushes receded quickly, but the height of the trees began to rise. The Pontal River Valley has never been a safe place. The sky is not dark yet, but they can vaguely see the evil ghosts who are alone along the way. Although they are not threatened yet, they can gather together and increase in number. At times, they even threaten the town. It is true that the evil spirits in the river valley have increased for some reason, maybe it was the last time he left in a hurry so that he did not notice, but this level of number can keep the demon hunters working until winter.

"You must have come to the floating harbor to hunt these twisted dark monsters?" Nathaniel's beard shook with his chin. "In the name of the big sword from my ancestors, I will kill them all the way. Go to the lair, under everyone’s attention, kill the most powerful monster, then hold his head, tell anyone who passes by the floating harbor, let them know that it is a Nathaniel The knight cleaned up Pontal’s evil and brought justice and order here."

The sound of the wind changed the quasi-knight's strong dialect, and it sounded like a stage clown was reading lines.

Zelin did not respond, and the old warlock shrugged.

"No, I am not. To me it is disgusting, low-level and stupid to treat murder as a destiny. Our time exists in balance. Destroying or murdering any creature that exists in this world will cause the world to be lost. Balance, and lack of balance represents destruction, and also represents the end of the world we are familiar with. Every species has its own natural enemies, and each species is also the natural enemy of other species, including humans. We have already observed What you are committed to is to drive out all the natural enemies of mankind, and that will cause the extinction of the race."

"Damn, Dole Gare, isn't your mouth tired?" Zelin was a little unhappy. He decided to have the opportunity to avoid walking with the wizard in the future, at least to let him stop this kind of preaching behavior. "You God can go to visit the mother whose child was eaten by pterodactyl. Then you can tell her that she should be happy because this event can save mankind from extinction. You can see what she will say to you. I know One, in Goss Willen, do you want me to recommend you to meet her?"

This time it was the old warlock's turn to shut up.

In order to be able to get to the floating port before dark, Zelin did not choose to take a detour, but went along the stream. The evil spirits did not like water, and the Andreigworm also did not like water. The stream just passed the horseshoe, and flowed calmly and slowly to the north, converging into the Ponta River. When they walked down the trail, around the waterfall, and down the hillside full of small and distorted pine pits, the forest seemed to recede suddenly, and the line of sight suddenly opened up.

There are working platforms everywhere in front of them, connected by stairs, ladders and scaffolding. Around the tall trees, people are busy pushing carts and wheelbarrows in and out. The carts are loaded with wood. There is no doubt that these are construction workers in the floating port. They put the wood on a raft in the river not far away, and then let the raft down the river, all the way to the floating port town built by the river.

The sense of direction of the Demon Hunter is indeed correct, but there are still some problems in the details. They did not come directly to Floating Port Town, but in the logging yard upstream.

Of course, this is not a problem, especially when Zelin saw the figure of the old dwarf Ayres, the doubts disappeared in a flash.

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Four

"It's nice to see you again, Ayres."

"Ha~ It's nice to see you safe and sound. The **** weather made my beard moldy. The elf said you left Mahakam to do other things. It seems to be resolved smoothly?"

"Well, it's going well."

Zelin was noncommittal about the dwarf's greetings.

There was a human standing next to the old dwarf, with a monocle hanging on the tip of his nose, his body was thin, and his neatly arranged horoscopes made him look lean and neat. The Hu blue tight leather jacket is embroidered with the emblem of the Tamorian Merchant Guild. On the left side of the emblem is the emblem of Badov City, the Duke of Allende. The merchant from Tamorian Allende met the old dwarf. The acquaintance nodded slightly to him, holding the bill with one hand, and walked into the two-story wooden house on the left side of the logging farm entrance.

"Who is this."

"Oh, he." Ayres looked back at the merchant. "He is the Merriville merchant in Ridania. You know, the news that reached the lower reaches of the Ponta River during this period was not just that Larry was a monster of the Ponta River. How many bounty we offer, there will be monsters if there is a bounty. Many people have begun to say that the number of monsters in the Pontar Valley is even the same as 300 years ago. They will rush into the floating port and kill everyone, so many The merchants are reluctant to stay here. They would rather risk getting stranded in the shallows at night and ran to the upstream fort of Haji, to Aden and Kovind. I was discussing timber business with him, as you can see, Your castle needs a lot of stone and wood."

"I thought he was from Tamoria."

"Sometimes the Chamber of Commerce, in order to make money, carries the Temaria white lily or the Red Eagle of Redania, even though their king is making trouble for the customs and trade agreement." The old dwarf made a follow-up gesture, "Let's go. Let’s talk while walking. Recently, many flies attracted by the bounty have flooded into the floating port. I hope Gaby hasn’t sold my room to other people for a higher price.”

The logging farm in Floating Port is much younger than the trading post by the river. It is built on the east side of the town, upstream of the river. The Pontal River Valley is indeed a good wood producing area. Many trees are even older than the history of demon hunters. Their torso needs four to five strong men to be surrounded by them. These good woods can sell for a lot of money. , Can also provide the floating port with the building materials necessary to expand the town, just as Zelin and the others saw it not far away. Many houses under construction, although they are semi-finished products.

As usual, Zelin first noticed children and cats. The sun hasn't completely set yet. In the evening light, the tabby cat lying on the pile of wood basking in the sun stretched lazily, raised his chubby head, raised his ears, jumped off the pile of wood, and blinked. It disappeared into the nettle bushes. Elf children, dwarf children, halfling children, dwarf children, half elves, quarter elves and immature children who still don’t have the blood system play together. There are indeed many non-human races here in Floating Harbor, but children We never know or know what race or social status is. They have not experienced the difference brought about by this difference, at least not yet.

In front of them was a wagon carrying timber, full of logs that had just been transported from the river. The carriage walked slowly, almost blocking the entire road. In front of the carriage there is a donkey with a heavy load and an outstretched head. It seems to be the donkey of the owner of the freight carriage. The rope tied to the donkey is tied to the saddle bridge of the saddle. The rope is stretched from time to time because of the donkey's pace.

The carriage finally turned a corner and drove towards the small road leading to the wall of the town. Some people sitting by the construction site pointed to this strange team from time to time. Zelin didn't care. He waited until the carriage turned again. , Go to another place where timber is stored on the construction site.

"Listen to your tone, it seems that some people you don't like are coming to the floating port."

"Yes, there are two knights from the White Rose Knights of Vizima, who knows their names, don't ask me, I don't know, and I don't want to know." Ailes waved his hand, his gaze rested on Dole Gare stayed on for less than two seconds before moving on to Nathaniel, then he frowned.

The surrounding wall of Fugang Town has become a stone wall about four meters high. Under the arch of three meters high in the stone wall is a huge wooden door. The wooden door is locked by iron bolts, and there is a wooden door that can be pushed open. The wicket just allows a human to walk through. Passing through this door, there is a ring inside, surrounded by airtight walls, and there is an identical wooden door right in front of it. On both sides of the arch, two soldiers with Tamoria lily embroidered in front of them stood on both sides, yawning boredly against the wall.

"They didn't trouble you, did they?"

"Well, not yet, they are busy looking for trouble with the elves."

"Thank you for your help, Ayres."

"It's nothing. I've been in your castle for so many days. I just did some trivial work. I am ashamed." Ayres patted his forehead. "Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that the wizard warlock you know is also there. Here, she just arrived today. What a coincidence, she arrived this morning, and you were there when you were close to evening."

"Well~ it is indeed good news." The demon hunter raised his eyebrows.

After passing the second gate, Zelin came to the town square in the floating port. In fact, it is a square, rather it is a round open space where a gallows can be placed. The periphery of the circle is full of shops and vendors, but at sunset, they are all preparing to pack their goods and coins, ready to go home or Go to the hotel tavern for a drink to ease your mood.

Compared with the last time, there are a lot more people in Floating Harbor, and most of them carry swords, axes, or bows. No one can expect to kill all evil spirits completely, but killing one or two evil spirits can get Oren coins rewards, which is much better than moving stones. Zelin even heard some townspeople talking about whether to try their luck in the forest, cut off the heads of one or two evil spirits and bring them back, but the demon hunters have no doubt that the only thing they can do in the forest It's just to improve the lunch for the evil spirits.

"Ah! What a great place." His Excellency Nathaniel, the quasi-knight, seemed very satisfied with it. "Although I am not made a knight. According to the rules of knights, I cannot and should not use weapons to fight against any other knights. Even if I have been To be a knight, you can only be a new knight. You can only wear white armor, and there can be no logo on the shield. The logo will have to be obtained by my own efforts. Yes! This is what I will get the knight emblem. Place!"

"A place full of killings, everywhere" Dolgaray shrank his head and muttered in a low voice. Kill, kill all the creatures in the forest. Zelin, would you like this kind of place? This is really..."

"I don't know if I can get the emblem here or if I like it, but I know one thing." Zelin raised his head and glanced at the afterglow of the setting sun that was about to disappear from his sight. Although the boring drizzle stopped. The trend is that the floating port is close to the river, and the night is definitely more humid. "If we don't find a hotel and rent a room, we will lie on the muddy ground to sleep."

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Five Old Acquaintances

We all know that the Demon Hunters spread pain and death everywhere. They are keen on this because they can get a strong pleasure from it, just like a healthy man can experience on their wedding night. From this perspective, demon hunters are deformed creatures, products of despicable and evil. They come from the dirtiest and darkest depths of hell, because only demons can feel happiness from the pain and wailing of others.

Selected from an anonymous-"Monster, or Portrait of a Demon Hunter".

Floating ports, in fact, are full of vitality, including the smell of feces.

Zelin came here not long ago, but apart from a different pattern from elsewhere, he almost didn't recognize it. So much has changed here. The wooden fence around the town is surrounded by a neat circular stone wall, and a large open space is cut out from the stone wall, and wood piles are placed on the periphery. By visually inspecting the scope of the open space, Mayor Larry’s plan will at least double the floating port. If these houses can be built, the population of the floating port can almost double from the current two hundred people, and the number of soldiers stationed here in Temoria is about fifty. However, there has not been a wall built on the periphery, and there are no soldiers garrisoned. Most of them still prefer to stay behind the wall after dark, which makes the only hotel in the wall seem very crowded.

Except for one place.

Francesca was sitting at the small wooden table under the second-floor stairs of the hotel, sipping the cold ale.

"I thought you would not drink anything other than fruit wine. Ceádmil (Elvish greeting etiquette), Enidan Gleanna (Enidan Gleanna)."

Zelin squeezed several Kerviel mercenaries in chain mail to avoid the townspeople who were lying on the ground unconscious after getting drunk. Two men who appeared to be hotel employees were lifting the drunk up, carried it to the door and threw it out. Nathaniel and Dole Gare didn't seem to like the overcrowded tavern, so after booking the room, the demon hunter temporarily separated from them at the door.

Francesca's beautiful face hides under his hood, but everyone here seems to know that she is a warlock or an elf, and Zelin's sensitive ears have been whispering to the floating port more than once. An evil witch, but obviously, even an evil elf witch can't stop people from running into the tavern, pouring ale into their stomachs, and then yelling full of alcohol. Of course, reason still allows them to hide away, leaving a clearing around Francesca. No one would be willing to try to spit a stomach of wine on the skirt of the Elf Sorceress.

"Ceádmil, Vatt'ghern (demon hunter) Elainetedda'taeghane (the weather is great today). Do you humans treat your fellow citizens like this."

"Want to hear what that person will encounter next."

"Oh?" Francesca raised her eyebrows with interest. "Isn't it brought home by his family."