The Journey of the Demon Hunter

In this world, there were originally only endless fog, rocks, giant trees, and immortal ancient dragons, chaotic and dark. It was not until one day in the world that the first burning flame appeared---the first fire, and there was cold and heat, life and death, light and darkness in this world.

This is the description recorded in the white books of the Arakkoa Church.

The creatures born in the dark were attracted by the fire, and the four creatures got the four most powerful souls in the flame. The first dead—Nite, the witch of Izaris and the daughter of Chaos, the sun king Gewen and his knights, and the dwarves that have never been seen before. The first three got the flame, and with their power, defeated the ancient dragon. The flame expelled chaos and created the present era.

This sounds incredible. This reminded Zelin of the account of Jan Becker, the first human warlock in the world he was in. Standing on the Novigrad Delta, he was aware of the existence of chaotic energy. He used this power to let fresh water flow out of the rocks to quench the thirst of the immigrants, to set fire on the land to drive the immigrants out of the cold, to disperse dark clouds, to stop the rainstorm, to destroy the monsters, and to allow the immigrants to settle down. In the end, under the protection of Jan Becker, the human survivors who came to this world survived.

But no matter whether the legend of the flame is true or false, or whether it is exaggerated, Zelin can be sure of one thing. The power in the flame is definitely much stronger than he expected.

In any case, he is leaving. Once again, he came to the arena covered with flower fields.

Chapter 438 Fragments of Memory

Zelin looked at the sparks pulsating in his palms.

He still couldn't understand how Freud persuaded the priest. The priest is not a bad person. Compared with the priests Zelin has seen, he is much better than many others.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger.

Gray snow, mixed with ashes after corruption was burned.

Ashes are lying in the snow at this moment.

When the demon hunter returned to the arena again, the snow had gradually buried the traces of the battle that day. The body of the giant wolf formed a small snow mountain. The lily flowers and the white snow mixed together, which made people look at it and it was difficult to judge. Is this a snowfield or a flower field? The deep ravines cut out by the giant wolf's pounding seemed to have been wiped off by something. The snow on them made the color of the soil much lighter, but only two days’ time was not enough to erase the rest. Traces.

Following the corpse of the giant wolf as a reference, Zelin found Frid's corpse under a patch of snow and petals.

Ashes.

The blood on her body had dried up a long time ago, like a sleeping person. Zelin carried her on his shoulders, she did not appear to be frozen in the slightest. With her forehead resting on Zelin's back, the hood fell off, and the demon hunter walked to the arena, leaned against the wall, let her put it down.

Mars was still pulsating around Zelin's palm.

The ring of curse only exists on the side face or the back. Looking at Frid’s white cheeks, Zelin untied the tether of the nun’s robe on the neckline, pulled her blouse from her shoulders, pulled it to the waist, turned over, and imprinted on her white skin like ice and snow. With the dark cursed ring.

The skin around the cursed ring seemed to die after losing moisture. Unlike the cursed ring that Zelin had seen before, it looked like it had been burned, and the ring was obviously scorched. The ring of curse almost occupies the entire range of his left shoulder. Zelin slowly held the floating flame in his palm, and slowly let the flame fall into the ring of curse of Frid.

The flame pattern centered on the cursed ring, like vines that grew from it, and gradually wrapped around the nun’s naked back. Grow, spread. Sparks fell in, and the already silent body was driven by the flames, the soul was activated by the flames, and the ice-cold body gradually gained temperature.

The demon hunter closed his eyes.

He saw the darkness.

Endless darkness.

Then it opened its eyes.

"Fred."

What you see around you is a ruin. The ruins hidden in the darkness are surrounded by broken eaves. The walls made of stones collapsed on the ground, blocking half of the road. There are many moss growing on the stones, and the air is filled with a moist smell. There are still some barnacles on the corners of the ground, and the ground seems to be covered with a thin layer of silt, which is wet and slippery when stepping on it.

"Fred."

The voice sounded again, the gradually clear eyes began to focus, and a girl's anxious face appeared in front of her. The surrounding area is dark, not night-like darkness, but there is no light source nearby, just a pure black.

"Fred, are you okay?"

With concerned eyes, she held a pendant in her hand, and the metal pendant was stained with ashes.

Memory.

For some reason, such a word suddenly appeared in Zelin's mind. Must keep memory.

"I'm fine, Yulia."

Another voice is heard. "They have been led away... how is Lilianne?"

"My sister has gone to bed." The girl called Yulia was also branded with a cursed ring on her side. Their clothes are tattered and difficult to cover, but they are just rags on their bodies. The body is covered with dust, and there are traces that seem to be pierced in the running "Sister...those people, shouldn't chase here..."

"Don't worry, Yulia, those fools will not catch us."

Frid was just reassure his sister.

Zelin saw a lot of things, something from the depths of his soul, the optimism on the surface and the anxiety in his heart.

"I'm going outside to find something to eat." Frid stood up from the floor and patted the dust on her body. Compared with Yulia and Liliane, who was lying asleep on the side, Frid's clothes could only barely behave. Cover your body, let alone keep out the wind and cold. They often in an abandoned stone brick house, the wooden planks that fell on the door of the house are held up by a table. The house has not known how long it has been abandoned, and weeds have grown in the cracks in the corners of the walls. It has no roof, and you can see the deep darkness outside when you look up.

"You stay with Lilianne, I will be back soon..."

The footsteps of iron boots on the stone made her bite her lower lip tightly.

Fear, Zelin could feel the fear deep in his heart.

The iron boots stepped on the stone slab, as if stepping on the hearts of the three people in the hiding place.

"Are you sure that some undead really escaped here?"

They leaned against the wall of the window, and several men’s voices rang outside, "Damn it, this cursed place is black. Half of the bones outside can be stepped on everywhere. If the undead who escaped here become living corpses, Even if we succeed in hunting them, we won't get paid."

"Let's go outside and look for it. It's too dark here. They might still be hiding in a corner outside." This man's words seemed to persuade his companions. After a while, one person said, "Let's go back outside. Go to the campfire, there is definitely something abnormal here."

After a while, as the sound of footsteps slowly moved away, Frid made a gesture to quiet the sisters. She slowly raised her head and looked out with her eyes open.

"Huh, they really are gone."

Even just looking at it, Zelin could imagine her rapid heartbeat.

"Great... we can't stay here any longer, they will come back sooner or later, we have to hide in the ruins of Little Longde."

"But..." Yulia hesitated. "It's dangerous. We really... do we really have to go in?"

Frid's gaze swept across this temporary hiding place, and finally stayed on a corner box piled with cobwebs and dust. She staggered over, rummaged in the box, letting dust and spider silk stick to her hands and clothes. Accompanied by the collision of metal and wooden boards, she drew a rusty sword from the pile of debris.

Frid looked at the sword. Although it was covered with rust, it was indeed a usable weapon.

"Don't worry, Yulia."

Lilianne’s condition is getting worse and worse. If you encounter these stalkers again, carrying someone on their back, they will never escape. "You take Lilianne to follow me, and I will protect you."

The picture gradually faded, and in front of Zelin, it shattered like glass hit by a stone.

Fragments one after another are reflected on these broken glass shards.

Chapter 439 always

The three sisters hid together in the dark ruins.

They rely on this dark and maze-like ruins to avoid hunters who search for the undead.