The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Chapter 468: Difficult to Meet

"Well... is this a curse that makes humans become ghouls while they are alive?"

When the warlock and the dragon descended into the courtyard, the villagers who were kneeling down on the tree or looking at the branches of the tree rising up into the sky with an oil lamp turned their heads as if they had received some signal. They wielded hatchets and pitchforks to approach the two of them, but Ganya, who often dealt with ghouls in the Nord’s Tomb in Skyrim, quickly cleaned them up.

"This is very similar to the undead spell. If they are the villagers here, they must know something. The undead spell is banned by the cult. However, I don't think the cult will take care of this world."

Francesca stretched out her right hand to the corpse, and a cloud of black mist mingled with speckled spots around her arm. The warlock did not chant a spell, but the elves could still drive the chaotic energy in the body without a spell. As the undead spell progressed, the surrounding blossoming lilies withered and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. The black mist spread out from the hands, and wrapped around the limbs, body and head of a corpse in front of him like the silk thread of a puppet.

Longyi pursed his lips and watched all this.

But the corpse did not sit up as Francesca had expected.

The thread snapped off with a snap.

"This spell is not just to desecrate the corpse." Gnaiya said solemnly, looking at the petals falling under her feet and the withered vines whose tips had become scorched.

"Yes, it consumes the vitality of the nearby land, so in our world, this is strictly prohibited." The wizard warlock shrugged "But I didn't find life in this land, I only saw... a curse. Look at that." Francesca stretched out her finger and pointed to the corner of the courtyard.

Actually, she didn't need to say, the sound of that big tree was enough to alarm the Dragonborn.

The big tree with the charm seems to have two legs like the hind legs of a grasshopper on its torso. The two legs covered with dry bark support the big tree and grow like white spiders. The egg's body turned around, and the tree did not grow a human face, but both of them could feel that the tree was looking at the uninvited guest in front of him.

"Um... I have never seen such a strange creature even in the Dark Marsh Province of the Argonians." Gnaiya pulled out the two swords behind her back. "Guess if it can communicate with us." , Master?"

Francesca frowned and stared at the tree's flask-like body and the densely packed spider eggs under her. "Are you going to bet? I bet it won't be willing to negotiate peacefully."

"No." Gnaiya shook her head. "I won't participate in this kind of steady losing bet."

Just as they spoke, the big tree with legs was approaching them step by step, and the dust and withered petals on the ground trembled with the tree's heavy body and footsteps. As the tree moved, the living corpses who worshipped the tree were crushed mercilessly under them.

Not only the legs, but as they got closer and closer, the warlock and the dragonborn also noticed the two arms hidden behind the big tree leaning in the corner. Its posture is like spreading its legs and supporting the body with its hands backwards. At this time, the tree looked like a frog lying down on the ground.

Waiting for a distance of less than four meters, the tree suddenly turned around, and the dry arm behind it swept across the ground. Countless petals were flying in the air with the dust. The corpses of the two living corpses were abandoned high, spinning in mid-air and falling onto the sloping tiles on the roof of the courtyard, rolling down the **** a few times. At last, one body fell down, and the other body bumped into a corner of the eaves, and the upper body drooped under the eaves.

Then, the drooping corpse was kicked off by the elf warlock who flashed onto the roof with teleporting magic.

Gnaiya dodged the swept arm with a forward somersault. When it fell, the two swords in her hand slashed into the legs of the spell tree. But the two one-handed swords that can cut into any tree smashed a piece of sparks on the leg of a big tree, not the feel of cutting wood, but like cutting a piece of steel.

After a few jumps, avoiding the big tree and lifting her body downward, Gnaiya shouted to Francesca who was standing on the roof of the courtyard, "Can you see its weakness? Or use magic Solve it directly? Damn, there is a gap in my sword."

The elf stretched out her hand, and there were five flames on her five fingers. She flicked her **** and index finger. Two fireballs with a diameter of nearly one meter smashed at the head of the tree. The flames flew everywhere, and the cursed trees seemed to deflect their bodies due to the impact of the fireball, and the flames scorched a piece of bark to black. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Dragonborn slashed the tree's legs several times, but returned in vain.

The tree noticed the warlock high above, and it stretched out its haggard arms to grab her, but it was only the air. With a flash of light, the warlock appeared on the roof on the other side of the courtyard, and three fireballs severely hit the tree's outstretched hand. As before, the fireball failed to injure the tree, but it caused a white egg in the tree's hand to burst open. The cursing tree retracted his hand like a pain, and a mixture of white and red liquid spewed out of the bursting egg.

For the rest, no warlock prompt is needed, and Gnaiya also knows what to do.

Tiid-Klo-Ui!

Time, stop the flow.

The big tree holding its arms high, the elves who were retracting their hands, the petals and dust flying in the air, and the corpses that were hit by the big tree and had not fallen yet were all pressed with the pause button.

The next moment, the dragon descendant appeared in front of the big tree sitting on the ground, facing the white worm eggs densely underneath, the long sword slashed on it like a gust of wind and rain, but it was only an instant, and dozens of swords were cut continuously. On the white eggs. The eggs did not burst. Of course, this was not because Gnaiya's sword couldn't cut the eggs.

After a sword dance, Longyi took a deep breath and stepped back. Slightly tired looking at the big tree fixed in place in front of him.

Five seconds later, the dust in the air began to flutter again, but with the fluttering, there was also a disgusting liquid ejected from the bursting white eggs of the big tree. In Francesca's eyes, almost at the same time, all the eggs under the surface of the tree burst open, and the viscous liquid gushed out like a fountain.

"Well~ your magic is amazing no matter how many times you watch it." Francesca raised her eyebrows.

"It's not magic, it's dragon roar." Dragonborn corrected.

"Okay, just take it as a dragon roar." The warlock shrugged.

Hearing the sound coming from the courtyard in the distance, Siris turned his head, and his short light golden hair swayed from under the silver helmet, revealing the ends of the hair. She looked at the demon hunter as if asking, but Zelin had no answer in her heart.

"Don't care, do you go down from this place?" Zelin looked at a gap that could slide down. There was a certain inclination in it, so that people could slide down instead of falling down.

"Yes, this place is leading to the Wandering Cavern House." Siris nodded.

"Very well, let's go, let us solve these troubles."

Chapter 469: Crazy Spirit

This gap is very secretive. Zelin had never noticed if it hadn't been pointed out by Sirist, there would be a winding path several meters long under this stone. This passage was very narrow, Zelin could only bend his waist and let himself fall under the influence of gravity.

Siris also bent over to follow in front, followed by the Demon Hunter. It is said that those people threw the people in the cages directly through here. On the surrounding soil, you can see the marks left by the friction of the cages, and some handprints. Zelin can imagine that some of the cages were thrown down. The people still kept their senses, they tried to reach out the fence and grab the surrounding things to prevent the fall.

Feeling the roots of the trees growing in the surrounding soil, many roots were forcibly broken.

"They must know what they are facing." Zelin squinted at the environment of the tunnel. "They were very scared, but these tree roots could not help them."

"What are you talking about?" Hiris in front asked with his back to him.

"Nothing, personal habit."

Zelin closed his mouth and continued to follow the female knight forward.

It didn't take long for them to encounter a steep slope. They plunged their swords into the soil to slow down the speed of the fall as much as possible. Soon, the corridor turned a forty-degree oblique angle, and the faint light came into view through the gap in front.

Siris jumped down first, and Zelin watched at the entrance of the cave house.

I saw here is a relatively wide cave, the whole is like an upside down bowl. There are many artificial traces here, and the white candles placed around the cave house provide a dim shimmer for the entire cave. Under the candlelight, the water ripples in one corner. Just below the demon hunter, there is a water pool. There are many broken cages in the water pool. These cages are stacked together to form a place that can be stepped on. Slope.

With the help of the candlelight, the demon hunter saw many corpses. The white bones reflected the chilling whiteness between the white candles. Most of the corpses were lying in the water like a cage. Through the rippling water surface, you can see clearly. The bones piled up to the point of the puddle below.

Looking up, you can see the top of the cave house. Numerous huge tree roots penetrate the ground, protruding from the top like octopus tentacles. Some small roots appeared in the branches of the roots, with some corpses wrapped around them. As for whether they had become like this before they arrived, or if they were sucked into corpses, Zelin didn't know.

In the depths of the cave house, the light in a corner is extra conspicuous. Many candles piled together will illuminate it brightly. The light of the candles cast a tall shadow on the dark floor of the cave house.

Siris stepped on the pile of cages and walked into the cave room, and the demon hunter then went down. Hearing the sound, the figure carrying the big sword turned around, and the eyes under the paladin's helmet stared at the two uninvited guests coming out of the shadow that was not illuminated by the candle.

Siris held the stabbing sword in his hand and walked towards the Paladin.

"Grandpa, I'm here as agreed..."

The Paladin carried a two-handed sword and walked towards Siris without saying a word.

The dark moon knight's stabbing sword lit up with the dim light of the dark moon sword, and the miracle of the dark moon made the sword body flicker like a star in the night sky. The water vapor infiltrated in the cave house filled the cave with a thin layer of water mist, and the ground was moist soil, and the boots made a pattering sound when stepped on it.

The place where the Paladin was facing was like a simple altar. When he walked towards Siris, his exposed position made Zelin noticed that a figure with a distinctive dress was lying on the altar, as if he had passed out in a coma. . A strand of tree whiskers nearby has wrapped around the man's arm. Perhaps this is what Siris said, a wandering hunter from Dolan Gureg, but it is a pity that Fodorinku has more fighting skills and power than many people.

Unlike last time, this time, the Paladin said nothing. Zelin didn't know whether he didn't want to talk to his granddaughter or whether Siris had become a stranger in his eyes. However, it was only when the Paladin's two-handed sword and Siris's stabbing sword fought for the first time, the Darkmoon Knight was severely suppressed by the Paladin in terms of power.

With the sound of metal tapping, Siris stepped back in succession, and his silver boots made a trace on the muddy ground.

Fodorincu swung his second sword backhand, and the blade struck Siris' silver helmet with the sound of wind. Siris bent down to avoid the blow. She seemed to have found a chance. Taking advantage of the defensive gap exposed by the opponent's vigorous sword swing, the slender stinging sword was like a poisonous snake coming out of a cave, taking Fodorin straight from the bottom up. Ku's throat.