The Journey of the Demon Hunter

This is indeed an enthusiastic person, and Zelin promised to wait until tomorrow to enter the city together.

The garden is close to the tower that connects to the bottom of the mountain. Anyone who wants to go to Losric will take that elevator up the mountain. There are many traces of footprints nearby. Dogs raised in several villages are chasing and playing nearby. Iron shoe marks , Leather boot prints, soft cloth shoes, new and old, all mixed together, and the slate makes these marks intermittent and difficult to distinguish.

Most people will go through this road to the entrance of the settlement, and all the footprints should converge on one road. Here is the mountainside, where you can see cliffs everywhere. Two wooden sling bridges divide the undead settlement into three parts, most of them Villagers will not go to the tower. There is a giant imprisoned on the tower. At most people will go to the nearby graveyard where the goddess of sin is enshrined. The footprints are as dense as a river, but the sparse footprints on the side of the road leading to other inaccessible places are particularly suspicious.

"...This is the tunnel leading to the rock. It may be the villagers who are going to clean up the rats." Zelin shrugged, turned back, and began to eliminate the suspicious traces one by one.

"...There are barefoot footprints near the traces of the iron boots. It may be a traveling saint from other places and her guarding knight." Looking at the footprints leading to the side of the stone bridge, the demon hunter shook his head. He has seen the saints of the Youth Church in the past few days, and these saints will travel to various places and exercise themselves in the company of knight guards, hoping to eventually obtain the qualifications of becoming a fire woman. They all wear uniform white robes, some wear soft cloth boots, some don't.

"...These are the traces of iron boots, there are many traces, and he went around several times around."

In the end, Zelin found a trace that was difficult to identify. "He must be hesitating. He spent a few laps outside the courtyard here, and his footprints were dense. He had been tangled here for a long time." The demon hunter bounced away. It should be a few leaves that only fell this morning. These leaves are still green. I am very happy that these fallen leaves can hide the raised dust and did not bury this trace. "He is walking very slowly here, and it should be in his heart. Is entangled whether to leave." Continue walking up the mountain road, the footprints become clearer and clearer, because there is only this trace nearby. "He may have made up his mind, or he may have been noticed. Step forward."

On the side of Zelin’s feet is the top of another house, and further up, there is another wooden house, but that wooden house should have been abandoned. It is airtight to the roof repair. But the walls of the building in front of me have become ragged, and the wooden boards on the house have been lifted off a lot. It is probably due to the wind.

There are fewer and fewer residents in the undead settlements. Some houses have been empty for a long time. Not everyone is willing to deal with undead and living corpses all day long, especially if they don’t understand how the curse of the undead spreads, bury people. Work is almost equivalent to contacting people who carry the plague every day.

The footprints finally brought the demon hunter to the door of the wooden house.

His experience is as effective as ever. A knight in iron armor with a round shield hung behind his back is standing on the edge of the cliff with a large sword, looking into the distance. Hearing the footsteps of outsiders, he turned his head, and the sharp gaze in the gap of the knight's helmet stared at the demon hunter.

"Who are you?" The old voice sounded from under the helmet.

"Maybe I should ask you?" Zelin's whole body tightened. This old knight didn't give him the kind of feeling that a knight should have. On the contrary, it looked like a spike. If you were not careful, you might stab someone. "You're cursing eclipse What do you do near the courtyard of the tree?" Looking down from this place, you can get a panoramic view of the tree of spells. "Someone wants to know why you did this, so I came. Who are you?"

"I am a Paladin." He retracted his gaze and continued to look down at "Paladin Fodorinku."

PS: In the future, it should be two shifts to guarantee the bottom, three shifts when there is not much, the outbreak may be five shifts

Chapter 388 Black Hand

"Are you a paladin of the Blue Church?"

Zelin's knowledge of the Green Church is still limited to Grelart's description and the quiet church teachers he met in the immortal settlement, but even if he said that his knights came from other places, Zelin could not confirm it. Of course, there are other religious beliefs in this world, such as the sun believer "Why would a paladin be interested in that cursed tree?"

"Cursed? You actually call him a cursed thing." It seems that when this is mentioned, the old voice began to become radiant. "Soul, the thing in the big tree, that is something from the age of God, one can The thing that turns the soul into a real thing, curse? No, I will untie that thing, the root of the tree..."

"Perhaps you are going crazy enough to swing the long sword in your hand to cut down that tree?" Zelin's hand bends back, and his arm covers the fingers that form Alderfa's impression. This place is high enough. If the negotiation fails, Alder should be able to push the knight off the cliff "and then release all the curses in the tree? Before the fire-spreading ceremony has begun?"

"The only thing I want to ask? You can go, tell the person who asked you to come, don't have to continue to find me, I won't hurt the tree." Fodolinku stared at the big tree below "Soul," How great..."

"You will go crazy because of the curse." Zelin frowned. "You better get out of here."

"No, this can help my granddaughter..." He turned his head suddenly. "If you see a Siris from the twilight country, tell her to let her go to the immortal settlement, her grandfather has found a clue and a way. "After that, he turned his head, and his murmur seemed to be coming from under his helmet. What seems to be an agreement.

The demon hunter looked at this man with the title of Paladin. He knows too little about this world. Since this world exists and wants people to be used as Chai Xin burning rituals, who knows if there will be any other strange rituals and people. After all, as a northerner, he has some southern customs I feel unclear, let alone the customs of another world. Whatever you do, it's best to be careful.

"A Paladin?"

Listening to what Zelin told him, through the wide hat, the demon hunter could notice his frowning brows. "Why did a paladin come here... Tomorrow, I will ask the chief priest if it can be resolved by one." The paladin of the big tree is just fine. The existence of that thing makes me very uneasy. You are really good at tracking, thank you for your help." He took out a dozen coins. "These coins can let you go to the city to change something. What you need, may the sun shine on you for a long time."

Zelin looked at the coins in his hand. He never asked who was engraved on these coins. This winged woman was obviously not the king of Losric, but perhaps just a representative of a certain faith. Demon hunters have seen all kinds of beliefs. Even the ugly murlocs will be worshipped by believers. There is no reason why this beautiful woman with wings has no believers.

"Can we see the fire spreading ceremony when we go to the city tomorrow?"

"I don't know." The Sun believers spread their hands. "It stands to reason that the fire-spreading ceremony should have been carried out long ago."

According to past traditions, when the flames show a weak trend, the church under Losrik will select a new fire girl from among the saints, and the second prince of Losrik will also have to wait for the fire girl to enter the fire-passing sacrificial field. , Enter the stove from the courtyard of the palace and become firewood. But now, Losrik still has no movement to begin the fire-spreading ceremony.

"Why is the Second Prince still living deep in the high city and not spreading the fire?"

The dark red robe was dragged on the carpeted church floor, and the chief priest of Losric asked a man coming from the high wall. Today is not the time when the cathedral under the city is open to citizens and outsiders. In the empty church there are only the chief priest, a few nuns and the men in black who came from the secret road of the royal court.

The latter wore a black windbreaker. Two long knives were pinned to the left and right sides of his waist. The black long brimmed hat blocked the upper half of his face, but he did not need to see his appearance. The imam still knew what this man was. Who is it? "Gothill, when will the prince come out to face his inherent responsibilities? His Majesty, the king, is he still willing to listen to the advice of the church and the priests, he should no longer lock himself in the courtyard? , Losric needs a king."

"Please pay attention to your words, Lord Master."

Goethehilt put his hands on his sides, and there was no emotion in his words. The ruby ​​ring on the left hand reflected the church candle, and the black hunter's shadow appeared extra dazzling on the gem.

The chief priest of Imma certainly knows the meaning of the ring shown by Goetheshirt. The three pillars of the Kingdom of Losric are knights, sacrifices, and sages. The knights represent the power of war, the maintenance of the church and the sacrificial field of fire. She is also the prince’s nurse, while the sage conducts research in the large library at the highest level.

But the black hand represents the royal family of Losric. Just like their names, hunters are often the black hand behind Losric, possessing the power to fight against the three pillars. When the enemies of the royal family need to be assassinated, the kings of all generations will order them to do it. These hunters serving the royal family are powerful but few in number, and there are only three black hands in each generation.

"His Royal Highness the second prince is waiting in the large library, I bring the prince's words, nothing more."

Blackhand Goethehilt said.

"The work of spreading the fire can't be dragged on!" The old priest coughed a few times. "Prince Losric can't give up his duties, and where is Prince Lorian? What is King Osrois in the courtyard? What are you doing? At this time, why has the princess not shown up? How many days have passed? The fire transmission ceremony has already been prepared, why the second prince refuses to spread the fire?!"

"I have brought the words of His Royal Highness the second prince." The black hand's voice did not fluctuate. He turned and walked towards the church and connected the secret road in the courtyard. "At this point, my task is completed."

"You must advise His Royal Highness that black pus has appeared in the city, and the flames are extinguished, and both Losric and the world will be destroyed!"

The Blackhand Hunter was indifferent to this, and soon, the figure of Goethehilt disappeared on the secret tunnel.

The chief priest of Imma took a long sigh of relief, and stepped onto the chair in the church. The nuns of the surrounding youth church lowered their heads cautiously. After a while, one of the older nuns asked the priest.

"Your Excellency, will the church tomorrow be open to ordinary people as usual?"

The imam priest lowered his head, and beads of sweat had soaked the ends of the snow-white hair, sticking to his wrinkled forehead. She called the priest in charge of Losric’s church for decades, but now things have begun to exceed her control. "...No, let’s go to the high wall, you go and tell the knight commander, I will meet him at the high wall tomorrow morning. ."

Chapter 389 Mutation!

Perhaps because of the dimming flames, there are more and more undead in this world. The undead settlement was full of undead escorted. Some of these undead can still maintain their senses, but some are already on the verge of madness. At night, Zelin's good hearing has become a torment. Those crazy undead, as well as the living corpses of the undead who failed to survive after nightfall, will always utter all kinds of meaningless wailing.

Up to now, the number of undead and living corpses in the settlement has far exceeded the number of residents in the settlement. Even if the burialists are working every day, the number of living corpses is so large that they fill every cage and hang on tree branches and houses. The iron cage on the top is not only holding a broken undead or alive corpse, but squeezing them all in. After all, there is not so much space outside.

"Let me out! You can't let me stay with the living corpse!"

The next day, when Zelin, Ferdinand and Greirat were preparing for the city of Losric, the demon hunter heard such a shout in the direction of the house where the undead was held. Some undead are almost indistinguishable from humans, unless they take off their clothes and leave the dark ring on their bodies. But some undead people are almost the same as corpses, and they look like living corpses.

"That was delivered yesterday. It is estimated that within two days, he will become a living corpse." Ferdinand sighed. The slightly fat knight took off the sack clothes and wide hat outside. This time he was going to Losric instead of going to the execution ground to deal with the living corpses, but he still had a sun mark on the right chest of the armor. "Yesterday, a Losric knight who became undead was sent over. I thought He was able to survive the curse, but turned into a living corpse that night." He shook his head, "If these living corpses break out, what should the settlement do."

"If your king won't be blinded by the wind and sand from a high place, he should let the knights help." Zelin said uncertainly. "If there are more living corpses, they can push away the plank and rush out."

"Hey~ what are we waiting for, hurry up," Greylat urged. "My friend may be sent to the inner city later."

"What's your friend's name? You look worried about him."

Along the road, they walked out of the arch outside the undead settlement, and a few hounds lay listlessly on the ground. During the day the light became dimmed, there always seemed to be an indispensable cloud in the sky, the air became filthy, and people looked listless. Grelart chewed on the green flowers and plants. He said he liked the excitement, and Zelin could only keep his preference away. Anyway, the demon hunter was insensitive to this kind of thing that would bring numbing powder to the touch.

"His name is Paige. As for what kind of person he is, don't ask. We used to cooperate often. I stole things and sold them. That's it." Grelart seemed unwilling to say too much about it, maybe it was. Because there is something I don't want to say to outsiders, it may also be because Ferdinand is by his side.

Follow the steps all the way up, this long step is taller than it looks. Originally, there would be Losric knights stationed on both sides of this step, but for some reason, no knights were seen on both sides of the step today. Not only Zelin, but Ferdinand was also surprised that he was symmetrical. There are not many people entering the city, and the wide roads appear empty.

When you walked to the huge gate of Losric, which was almost twenty meters high, you could see the huge church facing the gate when you looked up. This area is where ordinary people live. Some flowers are planted on both sides of the road. The sun shines from the towering towers on both sides of the road and shines on the more than ten-meter-high spire of the church in the distance. A long distance away, Zelin saw many people surrounding the cathedral. It was obvious that this was different from what Ferdinand said. People could not enter the cathedral. The huge door of the cathedral was closed tightly, and there were only two knights around to maintain law and order. Not to mention the chief priest, Zelin could not see any priest in the crowd.

"What's going on here? Why is the church closed?" Greirat frowned and asked, "Did you remember the date by mistake?"