The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Zelin looked up and down Roche. "You might be forty years younger."

"I am thirty-seven this year."

"Well, then fight for you to live to forty. Your hair is dyed white like fifty."

Zelin made a concealed gesture to Roche, and the two of them hid in the protruding rocks on both sides of the mine. Soon, the sound of footsteps got closer and closer. Without relying on the senses of the demon hunter, even Roche could clearly hear the sound from the other side of the mine.

"We should go to the dungeon. Why did we run into this **** cave? Llewellyn lost a leg, Bennett is only half of his body, and Sir McKay is gone. That **** wizard. If you are playing tricks on us, you should immediately go back and tell the king that he deliberately used magic to frame us."

"None of these **** wizards can run away! But we must be in the dwarf mine of Frogen. We must go out of the mine and find the dungeon before we can go back." Another voice said. "Be careful, the dwarves grow out of these dark caves. They are the products of darkness. They are all monsters before they become human."

Zelin held his breath, and the soldiers holding the oil lamps walked cautiously. They raised their heads and looked at the top of the mine, worried that the rock above their heads would suddenly turn into arms and twist their heads. The lights illuminated the Kodwin tabards on their chests.

Roche was the first to attack. He hid in the shadows, waving a steel knife without saying a word, and slashing at the soldier carrying the oil lamp. The sound of blood gushing overshadows the wind blowing the knife, the oil lamp fell down with the corpse, the blood covered the glass, and darkness covered the mine again. Zelin saw that the soldier in front of him subconsciously raised his weapon to stab Roche, so he grabbed the opponent's calf and pulled it up. The soldier turned in mid-air and fell to the ground with a puff.

"Monster!"

The soldier at the back threw the oil lamp over and smashed it at Zelin. The demon hunter waved his hand, and the oil lamp exploded in mid-air, and the oil inside was spilled, and it was ignited by the fire again, touching the bodies of the two soldiers and burning. The screams immediately echoed in the mine, and the ignited people slapped the flames on their bodies frantically, but it didn't help. A soldier waved his halberd, but hit the wall in the middle, hurting his hand. Another soldier shot a crossbow arrow in panic, hitting the back of the knight in front of him. The knight threw away his weapon, bent over and fell down. The archer bent down and reloaded his two-handed crossbow, ready to shoot again, but he didn't notice that the real enemy had already circled behind him. A sword pierced him from behind, and the moment the sword was drawn out, he fell backward and fell into his own blood.

On the other side, Roche stabbed a knight under the armpit with a dagger. The knight's body contracted subconsciously, and the weapon in his hand fell off. Roche immediately grabbed the mace that fell to the ground and slammed the enemy's head three times, and the knight immediately stopped moving.

The blue-clothed iron guard was fierce, and his eyes flashed with anger. He looked around, staring at the last Kodwin who was still active.

"Wait, Roche." Zelin stretched out his hand. Looking at the Kodwin who is missing a leg. "I think he should be able to tell us something."

Chapter 1861 The whereabouts of the king

The wound on the leg of the wounded soldier was neatly cut. Zelin had seen such a wound. He was a magic apprentice who was not good at learning skills. When he was found, he was lying in a pile of cow dung with only one arm left. And head.

"What do you want to ask?"

"Appearing here, but not a deserter?" Zelin glanced at the two knights on the ground. "What do you think Hensett wants to do?"

"What do you mean?"

"It stands to reason that they shouldn't be here."

Zelin turned his head, walked to the wounded soldier, and knelt down. The wounded soldier crawled backwards with both hands on the ground, and Zelin stretched out his hand and grabbed his trouser legs. There is an emblem on the opponent's right shoulder, which may be a knight's retinue.

"What is your order?" he asked. "Why are you here and how did you come here?"

"I won't be a traitor to the motherland, Fojian," the wounded soldier said with a cry, not knowing whether it was because of fear or pain. "His Majesty the King will soon conquer Fujian, Loumark belongs to Kodwin."

Zelin sighed, he raised his hand, and gestured to the rune of Aksi Fayin.

"Relax." The demon hunter's pale golden eyes flickered, and the wounded soldier's pupils immediately spread out, staring forward blankly. "Tell me, what is the purpose of Hensett sending you here?"

"He wants us to find Sdennis who is being held in the dungeon." The soldier murmured. "Stennis will surrender to His Majesty as a captive after the victory of the Battle of Frjan, and surrender the rule of Upper Aden."

"But this is a mine, not a dungeon." Roche frowned.

Zelling paused and raised the second question. "How did you think of coming to the mine?"

This tunnel will not lead to the city of Frogen. Zelin knows the situation of this tunnel. Except for the branch roads that were divided after the collapse, the tunnel mainly leads from outside the city of Frogen to the Ponta River. There is only a small road leading into the city, but Inside the city is an iron fence gate that is locked and guarded by dwarf guards. In the past, Kodwin soldiers would only be shot by dwarves with heavy crossbows across the fence as chickens.

"Warlock Desmo teleported us into the city with magic." The soldier said. "He said he would teleport us to the door of the dungeon. When I opened my eyes, I only saw the mine."

"Use teleportation spells to drop soldiers behind the enemy?" Roche opened his eyes wide. "This is a good idea. When the war starts in the future, His Majesty Foltest can also use this trick to send the most elite troops to the enemy's back and attack them in the back."

"Then the warlock around the enemy general will use interference spells to shred them in an unknown space." Zelin pointed to the wound of the wounded soldier. "So they failed and were thrown into a mine outside the city. It must have been Philippa who was using magic to interfere with Desmo's spell, otherwise the city of Forge would have planted the unicorn flag. One last question."

He looked at the wounded soldier.

"Where is Hensett exactly?"

Few people know exactly where Hensett is.

His banner will always be in the barracks, but this does not mean that Hensett will definitely be under the banner. He will let the soldiers know that the king is looking at everyone behind them, that those who show bravery will be rewarded, and those who are timid and weak will be punished.

"They haven't collapsed yet, Your Majesty. They are still resisting."

Hensett sat on a wooden chair, accompanied by two knights, watching the battlefield image presented by the warlock. This is why he likes to carry the warlock on the expedition. It stands to reason that warlocks should not use spells in the Northern Civil War, but Hensett scoffed at this clause. If the warlocks cannot serve the king, they will surely seize power from the king for their ambitions. The neutrality clause of the Warlock Order put them at the same height as the king, and they could not accept the king's call-up order. But now, this era will never go back. If the king cannot mobilize everything in the country, what is the difference between him and a puppet?

"These farmers are tenacious." Hensett tapped the armrest of the seat with his fingers. "All of them will be hanged, so that everyone knows the fate of defying the royal family. Without accepting captives and surrender, everyone in this city except the nobles of Aden was killed."

The messenger took the king's order, ran down the hill, mounted his horse, and galloped to the front.

"Hofstadter."

A knight stepped forward and saluted Hunsett.

"Bring your troops and press on it." Hensett moved his finger. "Execute a few people who retreat. I hope I can see you at the back door of the second city gate."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The knight took the banner handed by the attendant, mounted his horse, and rushed down the hill with the banner. The reserve team waiting nearby immediately followed their lord's banner forward.

"Desmo."

"Your Majesty." The warlock bent over. "Listen to your orders."

"You also take a troop and go to the front. Use magic to smash their roadblocks and let them know that what they are proud of is nothing but **** in front of my army." Hensett took a deep breath. "This war has dragged on long enough, and it must end before sunset."

The loss of this war is more serious than he expected. He has lost at least a thousand soldiers, and he must control the loss within a quarter. This army will maintain a number of more than four thousand after the end of the war. If it is not possible to annex enough land in the shortest time before the northern countries unite again, otherwise the remaining kingdoms and city-states are likely to take refuge in Rydania or Temoria. The former’s national strength did not suffer any loss. Most of the troops left by the Justice Vizmir are still there and maintain a strong fighting capacity. The latter’s current regent is Brenner’s hero Natalis, and he has a high position in the north. People look. At that time, Kodwin will be struggling. He would never be forced to spit out the annexed land like last time.

"Your Majesty, you still need a reliable person here just in case, the last time the King Killer assassinated Foltest on the battlefield."

"First of all, I am not Foltest the guy who will run to the battlefield to be a hero." Hensett stretched out two fingers. "Secondly, the Kingslayer has disappeared, at least within a few kilometers of him. She refused to use her spells to attack Fjian. I have dismissed her and ordered her to leave Kodwin immediately. You are not allowed to enter. After you help the soldiers seize the city, return to Akalide. You are my chief spell advisor. I will arrange a few apprentices for you as assistants and clerks."

"I will plant the unicorn flag on the castle of Forge."

After Desmo bowed and saluted, put on his chain mail and walked to the battlefield.

The first thousand eight hundred and sixty-two chapters

There is a smell of blood in the air.

It feels so familiar. Zelin opened the door on the other side, and what he saw was the blood-washed street, covered with corpses, non-humans, and more humans. Several Kodwin soldiers were guarding here. The leading ten captain was sitting on a wooden barrel with a pipe hanging from his mouth. The blood on the pipe was just stained.

"Take the sword, take the sword! Here comes someone!"

The captain jumped out of the wooden barrel and bent down to pick up the halberd from the ground. Then he flew upside down and hit the wooden crate behind. The wooden crate shattered and the captain was buried under the broken pieces of wood. Zelin maintained the gesture of forming Alderfayin. A soldier with a scar on his face swung his hand at the demon hunter, but Zelin grabbed his wrist with his backhand. The demon hunter kicked him in the calf, causing him to lose his balance. Then he threw the knife over his shoulder. Scarface threw it out. The captain just got up from the debris, and was hit by the flying soldiers again, and the two fell together into the rubble.

A soldier swept backhand with a halberd, hitting a long sword and returning without success. Zelin put his weight on his left foot and turned around in a circle. The soldier was struck with a sword in the chest, and then another slash on his shoulder. He fell forward feebly, his pipe being pressed under him. Roche swung his sword to solve two enemies, and one enemy walked around behind him, trying to attack from behind. Zelin gestured to him with the rune of Aksifayin. The assailant was stunned. Roche realized the danger, turned around and threw a knife. A blood stain appeared on the enemy's neck, and he was holding the neck that kept pouring blood. After going down, blood soon filled his mouth.

"Be careful!"

Roche took Zelin's arm and hid behind a rock. Arrows roared in the air, many arrows fell on the place where they stood just now, stuck in the corpses on the ground, and many smashed into two pieces on the stone. A group of soldiers stood on a high slope, aimed at Zelin and Roche, and the captain waved his sword and ordered them to suppress the shooting. A few more arrows flew out of their heads, and Roche lowered his head under his hat. This rock is too small for two people. A crossbowman wanted to go to the side and shoot them. However, Zelin reacted faster. He raised his crossbow and squeezed the trigger. The archer was clutching the abdomen of the middle arrow, and fell from above, his neck twisted into a strange angle with a click.