The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Zelin did not find Zola's Nest, but a dangerous sign attracted his attention.

Just near the lake of Azerite, about five hundred meters east, a huge warning sign was inserted above a raised hill, with dark red background material and golden yellow eye-catching handwriting, which read The word danger.

Two sturdy goblin guards, wearing sturdy armor, carrying muskets, holding hammers and shields, stood on both sides of the warning signs, and glanced casually at the open space in front of them.

It is hard for them not to notice the humans appearing in the clearing below.

A guard stretched lazily, pushed the goggles to his forehead, and looked up and down the demon hunter with an exaggerated range: "Who are you?"

"I am the investigator sent by the supervisor." Zelin raised his pass and swept it in front of them. Ensure that they can only see the ID, but cannot read any of the words: "Where is the scene?"

The two guards looked at each other.

"A human?" Another guard moved his wrist: "How could it?"

"You have to ask the supervisor about this matter." Zelin threw the question to others without hesitation: "Where is the scene?"

He doesn't need to say clearly what he wants to ask, the rest can be left to the brains of the two goblins.

The goggles guard looked at his companion with questioning eyes. The latter shrugged and spread his hands: "Our duty is to guard this brand. They didn't pay us extra wages. Why do we need to do extra work? Besides, he has. Pass."

"Walking three hundred meters east from here, you can see a pitch-black bulge on the ground." The wrench guard retracted the weapon to his waist and raised his finger to the east: "Probably it is in that direction. The error is not correct. More than fifty meters."

"I see." Zelin lowered the brim of his hood: "I wish you a happy job, guard."

Following the direction pointed by the guard, Zelin kept paying attention to the surroundings, observing the black bumps mentioned by the opponent. There are pitch-black rocks everywhere here. A fire that swept Silithus broke out nearby. The rocks on the ground turned dark black. I want to find the same charred object on a group of charred ground. It is not so easy to see, especially after seeing the direction pointed by the goblin, there are more undulating hills.

Watching the surroundings carefully. Unlike the raging mines in the distance, this land is deserted and deserted, and the goblin who loves Azerite so madly has not touched this land. Apart from the terrible danger forcing them to do this, Zelin couldn't think of more reasons.

Click--

Suddenly, Zelin realized that the ground under his feet was a little soft, not in line with what it looked like.

Lower your head and take two steps back.

Unlike other places, this land presents a peculiar colloid,

Kneeling down, Zelin drew out the blank space behind him, and the sharp white light of the sword pierced into the ground. With a slight pressure on his wrist, he felt some resistance pressing the tip of the sword. Afterwards, he exerted his strength again.

The demon hunter raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The ground was lifted, and some kind of plastic-fitted long object stretched forward with an emerald green arm still remaining. Perhaps because of the pressure under the body, one arm has not been burnt.

"Flame..."

Zelin squatted down and carefully observed the corpse: "The nails are broken and he must suffer great pain before death."

Following his arm down, Zelin stretched out his fingers wearing leather gloves and erased the occlusion at the eye position. The bloodshot pupils were gradually whitening, and he must have seen some terrifying creature before he died. The frontal burn is more serious. It is very likely that it was hit frontally and then fell face down.

"No, it's not a flame..."

Zelin narrowed his eyes slightly, and he saw a hole in the chest of the corpse.

"I was hit by a cone-shaped object. This is... Venom?"

The kinslayer's dragonskin handguards stretched into his chest along the wound, and a sticky touch came from his fingertips. Zelin had seen similar scenes more than once, and he had long been accustomed to this. After he took out the palm of his hand, apart from the charred and cracked internal organs on the glove, Zelin saw a light green liquid sticking to the glove, and a thin white smoke came out.

"Corrosive and toxic."

This makes sense.

Zelin was thinking about the scene at that time in his mind. This goblin encountered a terrible monster here. His chest was hit by a spike. The monster injected poison into his body and quickly corroded the goblin's body from the inside out. Judging from the diameter of the wound, the diameter of the poisonous needle is about 10 to 15 cm. Zelin has only seen one monster with this poisonous needle-Shi Luo.

By analogy, the height of this monster may be close to three meters.

Continuing to search the corpse, Zelin found a necklace on the neck of the corpse. Pull off the nameplate on the necklace, erase the black and gray on it, revealing a line of small characters: Lavidoz. Jinshi, Bilgewater Chaebol Agent Unit No. 332.

"Bilgewater chaebol, interesting."

Zelin put the nameplate in his pocket, stood up, and looked around.

The wind blew across the sand dunes, whispering and howling.

The venom in the body hasn't dried yet, but it has evaporated the blood. This means that the enemy is very strong, and this battle definitely did not happen seven days ago, it could have been yesterday, or just this morning. Such a dry desert can quickly dry all the moisture, and the dry hard rock scorched by the flame in this area is like an iron plate under a steamer, relentlessly absorbing the remaining moisture in the air.

Zelin stepped over the corpse, ready to look for more traces.

Suddenly, the ground under his feet opened.

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ps: Thanks for the assigned blade. Special thanks to the 3000 blades of the brooch????. In total, I owe 50 shifts. Next, I will try to ensure four shifts every day, about 25 days. If it is not enough, I will postpone it.

Chapter 2962: Qiraji

When Zelin came back to his senses, he realized that he was sliding quickly on a slippery slope. The demon hunter fell along with several pieces of broken sand and the poor corpse. Fortunately, it didn't take too long to fall. There was a sloping landslide and he didn't need to learn to fly like a bird in just a few seconds to save his life. It was not a bottomless abyss, like a bag of pitcher plants. After a few breaths, he rushed out like garbage in a sewage pipe, dashed an arc in the air, and fell on a soft cushion with a snap.

He raised his head on the ground with both hands, spit out the sand in his mouth. A heavy object slammed on his back and pushed the demon hunter back again.

"Damn..."

Zelin cursed in his heart, leaning forward and pushing away the heavy object on his back. The goblin body turned over and rolled off. He made a gesture of Kunen's Fayin, and then he stood up again.

No more things fell this time. He shook his head and flicked away the sand in his hair.

Just as he was about to get up, his hand touched a head. At this moment, he immediately realized what he was lying on.

He stood up, and immediately saw the corpses piled up in a hill under his feet. They were all goblins, wearing various protective armors, which obviously failed to save their lives. These goblins suffered great pain before they died, their bodies were twisted, and their bloodshot eyes seemed to jump out of their sockets. The arms are pinching their throats, at least they still have arms. Some corpses showed unnatural bends, and their bones were broken. This was not caused by a fall. More corpses showed signs of biting, but there was no blood on the bite marks, that is to say, the group of goblins had died when they were bitten.

This means one thing.

There are predators nearby, and it will come back.

Lifting his head, Zelin saw the light source.

It was a huge firefly with a length of more than one meter, lying motionless on the curved wall, the light from the tail shrouded the wide space into an amber color. The backs of fireflies split from time to time, shaking their translucent wings, proving that they are living bugs, not some kind of pranks made by spellcasters to scare guests.

The wide arc-shaped space has several circular passages, like blood vessels inserted in the heart. A giant firefly was lying at the entrance of each tunnel, and Zelin cautiously approached one of them. The fireflies were lying on their stomachs, motionless. Its size is so large that it can almost be worth two Angled Worker Insects.

He heard the voice.

The demon hunter held his breath.

He heard the buzzing of flapping wings. It was not an illusion, nor was it the sound of fireflies. He backed up two steps and hid behind the pile of corpses.

A large bug appeared in the chamber. It looks like a weird wasp, but where it should be the head, it has a cheek that looks like a human. The two tentacles on the forehead are like crowns, and the layered carapace on the chest and shoulders is like a broad and thick cloak. What's more surprising is that this giant worm has obvious decorations on its body. A belt is wrapped around its swollen abdomen, with dazzling emeralds inlaid in the middle of the belt. Located below the abdominal cavity, the smallest legs are even decorated with iron rings engraved with strange patterns.