The Journey of the Demon Hunter

A faint cracking sound came into Zelin's ears.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and saw that the rope of the sling bridge suddenly broke near the end of the chapel, and the snapping sound made when it broke was extra clear in an unmanned environment.

Then, it was like a horn sounded before the war, the ropes began to crackle and break, and the entire rope bridge began to tilt to the side. Zelin grabbed the rope around him, and after disconnecting several ropes, one side of the bridge was finally insufficiently supported and broke. The entire suspension bridge was swayed to the cliff on that side with the unbroken end as the fulcrum.

Zelin grabbed the rope on the bridge with one hand, and the Griffin steel sword with the other. The low end of the cliff is hidden in the snow and fog, but no matter how deep it is, falling from this height will probably make no difference whether it is falling on the ground or in the water. The cliff on the opposite side is not a cliff. Some prominent narrow mountain roads and rocks are getting closer and closer in Zelin's line of sight. Only the whistling wind is left in his ears.

Observing the distance visually, when the cable bridge hit the cliff, Zelin let go, and threw him onto a mountain path close to the cliff, and then slammed into the rock. Above him, the sling bridge smashed against the rocks, and the sawdust fell like raindrops into the cloud-filled gorge. Zelin covered his head and curled up to prevent himself from being hit by the falling wood. When the falling sound stopped, he slowly relaxed his body.

Lying on the snowy ground, Zelin took a few deep breaths, and the cold air poured into his lungs, slightly alleviating the burning pain of his whole body like falling apart. Every muscle on his body was sending pain signals, and I was very glad that this mountain road was not so narrow, allowing him to lie down. The corner of his mouth felt a hint of sweetness, and the blood flowed down his forehead, dripping in the snow, and white smoke came out of it.

After a short break, Zelin slowly opened his eyes. I saw a huge fly hanging on the rock wall staring at the fallen demon hunter with its scarlet compound eyes. Although it has fly-like compound eyes, if you look closely, you can still see traces of people on it. Its body is different from that of a fly, and its body is covered with long, hard gray hair, as if it is transforming into some kind of beast.

"Oh..." Zelin exhaled, recalling Gail's instructions, he raised his hand "Good morning?"

The fly opened its disgusting mouthparts and rushed down from the cliff.

Then it was thrown down the cliff by the erupting Alderfayin.

"It's so friendly."

Zelin took out a bottle of white Lafada, the glass bottle was broken, and there were a lot of potions on his hand. He was unwilling to consider how many potions and decocting bottles would survive, or spill it. How much of the raw materials will be reimbursed for the potion, although the glass bottles are made of special hard and thick bottles.

He raised his head and poured the remaining potion in the bottle into his mouth along the crack, and then after making sure that there was no second creature similar to a fly around, he closed his eyes and fell into deep meditation.

PS: Xianyu Gang Big Guy Pushes the Book: The Basic Method of Routines in the Infinite World

"Want to know the meaning of life? Want to be true...Are you alive?"

"No, get out!"

"Um... Then I would say another way, do you want to go to the second element?"

"How to go! How to go!!!"

"Come on, put your head into this noose, and step on the stool under your feet."

Infinite Space Survival Guide:

One: Never believe that the Garden of Eden will not issue a mortal mission such as this kind of nonsense!

Two: Never try to guess something from the main mission!

Three: Never believe in any price-performance ratio!

Four: Never believe that you are the protagonist, because there are countless protagonists here

If you can do the above three points, then please open the second page of the "Basic Law of Routines" in front of you. There are still 60 items in it, which are... listen to the class! Teachers hate people who don’t know how to count!

Chapter 424 Chasing the Flame

Compared with the dryness of Losric and the dampness of the Forest of Punishment, this place called Eredel is extremely cold.

There was no sun in the sky, and a white cloud blocked the sky. The ground is covered with snow, and the raised rocks are gray-white. The willow trees filled with snow are like ascetics driving in the wind, and the willow branches swaying in the wind are like the thin and shabby cloaks of travelers. Zelin looked at the willow trees from a distance. There was something wrong with this place, but thinking about it carefully, a world in a painting could not be normal anyway. Where some rocks are hidden, or where many dark green zelkova trees grow, the snow is blocked, and a little grass is dotted in a white and gray picture.

But there are always some out of place colors.

There is a personally built ladder beside the narrow mountain road. The ladder is almost tens of meters high, allowing people on the mountain road to climb to the top of the cliff through the ladder, where the suspension bridge is located. Looking down at the place where Zelin fell, he could see that there was an ice-bound river below the gorge, and maybe it was just a narrow frozen ground. There are many thick roots protruding from the cliff, like a huge tree growing on the top of the mountain, letting the roots deep into the entire mountain peak.

But just not far from the ladder, a dazzling scarlet attracted the attention of the demon hunter.

On the walls of the cliff, some scarlet is glued, like eggs densely spread on the red carpet. Not only on the rocks, when he climbed up the cliff along the ladder, Zelin saw some of the same things in the nearby cave. At first, Zelin thought it was just some kind of special ore. It was not surprising that open-pit veins appeared in mountains and caves. In fact, there are not a few ore exposed in caves like Mahakam. But this conjecture wasn't until Zelin stepped on the fungus and realized the sticky sensation coming from under his boots.

It didn't take long for the Demon Hunter to figure out what it was. The underground nests of Angled insects sometimes look like this, but their eggs are much larger than these things like fly eggs, and the ground does not secrete so much light red like a fungus blanket. Fluff. The division of these things was irregular, and the demon hunters did not find a nest where the monsters gathered nearby.

In the end, Zelin found a cave like an inverted elliptical vault near the broken bridge to shelter from the wind. This is an ideal camping site. The entrance is facing away from the direction of the wind and snow, except for an open gap at the top of the dome that may allow some cold wind to flow in. Zelin found some dry wood from the surrounding beech trees and used Ignifa to make a fire. Although the willow trees seemed suitable for making a fire, the sense of crisis in his heart kept him as far away as possible from those trees that looked like people.

The white Lafada and the Thunder potion were reimbursed, and the remaining few saltpeters used to make the bomb were soaked in the spilled potion. It is estimated that they can no longer be used. A small packet of herbs was soaked in the potion. For safety reasons, Zelin did not plan to use them again. Fortunately, he separated the herbs with small cloth bags. The most severely damaged were the buckthorn used to make bait and the grinding powder of some monster claws.

He set up a bonfire in the temporary camp, and set up a barbecue table with branches to heat up the hard jerky a little. The weather was icy and bitter, and the injuries on his body hadn't fully recovered. Just a little inspection at the forest periphery on the mountainside, the cold wind made his fingers stiff and unable to hold the sword. This is the cold country called Ereder, Zelin imagined how cold it would be, but the degree of coldness was beyond his expectations.

He needs to rest for a while, and then as soon as possible to find a nearby village or the church called the White Church. Maybe that chapel is the building of the White Church, but after thinking about it, she will understand that Sister Frid destroyed the rope bridge. She must He reached the other end of the gorge invisibly, where the chapel was. Zelin only hoped that when he arrived, everything would not be too late, at least, he would give a warning.

There are many footprints of wolves on the snow near the forest. There are a lot of these wolves. Most of them are in pairs. The demon hunters found many footprints and heard one or two wolf howls in the wind and snow. These footprints are about the size of a palm and a half, and the distance between the steps is almost two meters or more. Based on this, it can be judged that the height of these wild wolves can reach Zelin's chest. If these wolves hadn't become huge because of the dimming flames, then such a huge hunter would be a difficult enemy for anyone living here.

Sitting by the campfire to keep warm, Zelin thought about the next move in his mind. Frid must have been in that chapel. But since the chapel is in that direction, according to Zelin's research and understanding of religious buildings, the village he is looking for is either in the forest opposite the chapel or at the foot of the mountain on the other side of the chapel. After all, these buildings either reflect the independence of the world, just like the Temple of Meritelli in Island, or they are higher than any nearby buildings, such as the Cathedral of the Healing Church in Yanan. Since Frid is at the other end, until tomorrow, he should first go under and across the canyon to take a look.

Thinking like this, Zelin put down the cloth bag, took out the bottle and took a sip of Dwarf Spirits, a warm current flowed from his mouth into his stomach. He sighed and started chewing on the hard meat. These pieces of meat can be of great help when you are injured or need to regain your strength. White Lafada can heal his wounds, but even a demon hunter can't just drink potions to fill his stomach.

"Um...you are new here..."

Suddenly a voice came from the entrance of the cave. Zelin raised his head and saw a scrawny humanoid creature with gray hair all over his body crawling over in the wind and snow. His whole body was covered with hair like spikes, so Zelin couldn't see his skin at all. From a distance, this person seemed to be just a corpse already covered with fimbriae, so dry, he probably didn't have much muscle. For a moment, the demon hunter thought of the fly monster he had seen before, but this person still looked like a human, he seemed to have reason, Zelin just kept guard and watched him crawl in.

"Oh... a warm fire."

This strange man climbed up to the campfire. He was lying on his stomach. It seemed that he had no strength to stand up. "There are very few outsiders now. You are from outside... Eredel is very cold, but you are sure Can find your location. If you don't mind, can you tell me if there are any red fruits nearby?"

Chapter 425: Girl in Painting

This person's voice is slightly funny, like a tone specially pretended by a clown in a circus. It may also be that his vocal cords and throat have changed along with the changes in appearance. After all, his body has become much different from ordinary people. But compared with this, the meaning of his words made Zelin feel a bit of a chill.

"The kind of fruit that grows on the red blanket?" Zelin asked again, confirming.

"Mushroom blanket? What is that?" This person didn't understand the term "those red fruits growing on the ground, piece by piece..." that Zelin brought from his own world.

"Okay, okay, I think I know." The demon hunter sighed. "Get out of here, walk through a narrow path, and go straight up. You can see what you are talking about in a cave. "

"Um...Thank you for your help..."

Seeing this sensible, Zelin didn't know if he could still slowly turn around and crawl away from the creature he called a human. He asked, "Do you know where the nearest village is?"

"Village? From the canyon over there, you can see the outer wall... I hope you can find your place in the painting."

Anyway, Zelin was very happy that he didn't have the habit of drawing a sword and hacking the past without seeing a weird creature, otherwise he might pass by two such valuable clues. The village was just below the valley. It seemed that it should be on the **** of the mountain, but the snow mist blocked Zelin's sight, so that he didn't see much. The second is that the villagers here must be different from those outside the picture scroll world. Whether it's Losric or the Punishment Forest near the secluded church, Zelin has never heard of anyone eating something like that.

But, is that really the so-called food? The eating in this population really has the same meaning as the vocabulary understood by the demon hunter? Zelin had to express his doubts. Maybe all of this is totally different from what he thought and understood. The appearance of that person reminded Zelin of the people who had undergone changes after Yanan received the blood treatment. Except for no clothes, machete and pitchfork, all skinny and eyes like a sunken black hole, there seemed to be no difference between them. Like Yanan, some of the concepts here are different from those familiar to demon hunters.

Just like blood therapy, Zelin originally thought it was just injecting blood into the body for treatment, but in fact, it was not that simple at all.

After eating the leftovers, Zelin set up a tripwire-type trigger trap at the door. Moondust bombs are buried on both sides of the cave entrance. If it is a wolf or such a weird person, the demon hunter will be awakened, and if it is Sister Frid, this bomb can deal with this woman who can stealth spells. Leaning on the inside of the shelter, and listening to the cold wind roaring outside, snowflakes have been floating, and the environment here is much worse than the sky. Zelin washed away the blood stains on his body with water, before the smell of blood attracted monsters or stuck clothes on his body like hard mud.

He didn't know if the person was attracted by the fire or came to the door with the smell of blood. For safety reasons, Zelin still found some rocks to block the bonfire.

After handling all this, the demon hunter looked at the wind and snow outside through the exit, as well as the canyon and chapel hidden in the white snow and fog, and gradually fell into a deep sleep. He needs rest and sufficient energy to deal with what will happen next.

It seems that no one has opened the door of the chapel for a long time. As the door shaft rotates, there is a harsh rubbing sound, and the dust accumulated under the door crack is slightly blown and raised by the wind that was rolled up when the door was pushed open. There is a quiet church, and more than ten candles are quietly burning on the candlesticks, providing enough light for the not-so-wide room. Many hanging paintings framed by beech wood lie slantingly in the deepest part of the chapel. They seem to be deliberately stacked on both sides of a statue in the center of the chapel. All the scrolls are painted with the same beautiful woman, smiling and serious. At times, like a serious recorder, he imprinted the woman's every move on the painting.

But this chapel is not empty. In the upper attic, a little girl with braided silver hair almost dragged to the ground is sitting on a high chair higher than her body, with a long and thin tail dragging on the floor like braids, a pair of red| Her bare feet were swaying in mid-air, and her dark red jumpsuit was in sharp contrast with her snow-white skin. In front of the little girl, a drawing board was erected, and the white drawing paper was spread flat on the wooden board. The little girl leaned on the chair under her with one hand, and the other hand held the dish filled with dyes of various colors from the side. Stained paintbrush. The paintbrush hovered in front of the drawing paper, and the little girl's crimson pupils turned up slightly, as if she was thinking about something. She was too engrossed to notice the red dripping from the tip of the paintbrush.

And Sister Frid who climbed the ladder to the attic.

There are no candles in the attic, only a circular skylight. It resembles the pendulum at the top of the chapel, but the pattern engraved in it is not the hands of the clock, but clusters of dense vines, which divide the sunlight reflected from the outside into bunches of tiny rays. The little girl and the drawing board are right next to the skylight. The sunlight can just illuminate the drawing board in front of her, but it hides Frid’s face in the shadows.

Frid took two steps forward, and the little girl heard the sound and looked at the nun hidden under the black robe.

"Who are you?"

She asked the nun.

"Did Grandpa Gail let you come?"