The Journey of the Demon Hunter

But not Frid.

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Chapter 431 Remuneration

"Gail!"

Zelin shouted to the old knight who was supporting the idol in the chapel. When he heard the door opening on the side, Gail was already looking in the direction of the demon hunter. The weapon in his hand indicated that he was preparing to fight, but he saw that the person walking out was not Fred, but Zelin. Gail was relieved.

"It seems that you killed that guy? How did you come here? It took me a lot of effort to get around from below." Zelin walked over to Gail and asked him, the old knight's condition didn't look very good. But he can stand, and there are not many marks on the injured leg, but it is slightly inconvenient. As if feeling the look of the demon hunter looking at his leg inquiringly, the corners of Gail's mouth hidden under his beard moved.

"I am an undead. I have served Miss Eredel for a long time. I still have a little element left, enough for me to heal the wound." Gail lifted off the half of the cloak that was burned by the flames, revealing the hanging The original bottle at the waist. There was only a small amount of original soup left in the glass bottle. "You are here, but where is the lady? She is not in the attic."

"Don't worry, your lady is on the second floor of the cathedral in the village below. Frid did not hurt her, but took her there and hid it. I found her and told her not to run around. Zelin explained to Gail, "She has been chanting your name. From here, I cleaned out the flies in the tomb and walked along the road, and you can see her. Since you are here... "The demon hunter frowned. "So, the painting outside hasn't been destroyed yet?"

"No, it has been destroyed, only this is left. But this will allow people outside to come to Eredel." Hearing the news that the little girl was safe, Gail was relieved. "If you are undead, I will definitely ask you to stay and take my place to serve the lady."

"Don't I remember that the undead can't die?" Although Gal's appearance is very old, according to Zelin's knowledge, this can only mean that Gal has the curse of the undead at this age. Once you become an undead person, age loses its meaning. It's just that after most ordinary people become undead, they will gradually lose their memories, they don't remember the past, people around, don't remember their relatives and friends, or even who they are, and eventually become unconscious living corpses.

"Miss serving is my bounden duty, but I don't know how long I can hold on." Gail shook his head, and he removed a two-handed sword from behind. "I don't know what can thank you for, this is the woman who stayed. Burn the scroll weapon on the wall." The two-handed sword was handed to the demon hunter, and Zelin carefully looked at the long sword, which did not look like a sword. "Whether you keep it or sell it, wait for the end Now, I will give you a reward that is worthy of your contribution and thank you for your help to Miss and Eredel."

"I just did some trivial work."

Zelin studied the weapon carefully. It has no sharp blades. In fact, this sword has no blades at all. Its blade is like two snakes interlaced together, forming a slender spiral. Only after seeing Frid's fighting posture in the Youxian Church, Zelin would not underestimate this weapon, it does not need a blade, because the blazing flames burning on it are sharper than any metal. The demon hunter held the sword in one hand and slowly leveled it down. After that, he learned the method of Frid, and with a strong wave, the weapon seemed to be rubbing against the air, and the black flame suddenly erupted like splashing black ink. The bright white crown of fire burst like bubbles, so dark, yet so dazzling.

This may be the enchantment of this world.

Compared with the enchantment of Skyrim, the enchantment of this world is monotonous, only weapon enchants, but the power is far beyond Skyrim.

"Rondall's black flame... terrible thing, that woman's identity is unusual." Gal murmured.

"No matter who she is, we are sure to win now. You have come back, and I have found the position of the lady." Zelin looked at the burning sword in her hand. "Fred doesn't have time to change anything, she even has Without a weapon, the situation is already very clear." If Frid is allowed to come to Eredel earlier, maybe she can completely change this place. But she has no time. "Gail, you are from Eredel. Since you have returned, it is better for you to warn the priest than I am. He will believe your warning. I will go back and take the lady to the chapel. Come."

No matter what you think, Frid can't win.

"No, there is another way for that woman." Gal shook his head. "I'm going to see the priest... He is confused. I need time to convince him, but the woman went to the arena. I don't know why she is so familiar. Ereder, if she gets the sickle, we may not be able to stop her."

"Scythe? What sickle?"

"That's a very old thing... I'm afraid not many people in Ereder now remember who once lived in that arena."

"If it's very old, you don't need to say it." Zelin shrugged. "Tell me, where do you want to go? What do you do?"

Ancient things generally mean the danger of coexisting with them, and Zelin realized when Yanan, exploring too many unnecessary things will inevitably bring unnecessary troubles.

Take the broken rope bridge as a wooden ladder over the cliff, all the way down to the protruding tree roots on the edge of the cliff. Following the winding tree roots, you can directly reach the frozen river at the bottom of the canyon, along the ice sheet, all the way forward, and finally you can reach the circular arena that stands in the ice crystal jungle and the snow-white flower sea. This is an extremely ancient arena. It is as old as Airedel, and the times have changed. After this ancient building was abandoned, it gradually became a battlefield for the undead who hid in Airedel. They are inside, challenging each other, banning death, until a knight from Astra defeats all challengers and becomes the only champion.

Only the original purpose of this building, and only the remaining painting messengers will know it.

No matter how powerful an undead person is, he will eventually forget everything and become a living corpse. The Cavaliers champion from Astra is no exception. Gale doesn’t know when he died. Since the establishment of Losric’s fire transmission system, the flame has been passing steadily, and it is rare to see immortality again. The human curse broke out, so there are fewer and fewer taboos in Eredel. Now, the arena was also in ruins, and only the sergeant of the Astra knight guarding the master's cemetery.

"It's a sad story," Zelin commented.

"I will persuade the priest that he is a kind and good man, who was just deceived. You stop that woman. We will stop Ereder before she is corrupted beyond repair."

"Of course, if Ereder and this world die together, it will be difficult for me to survive." Zelin shook the sword in his hand. "Maybe before this, you can sue me, how can you make this **** flame go out? I can’t put the burning sword on my body.”

Chapter 432 Arena

After a while, the flames slowly subsided.

Gail gave him many things he could use for battle to the demon hunter, a few throwing knives, two detoxification pills, and a gem as a reward. The appearance of the gem is very strange. Gail regards it as a very precious thing, and did not tell Zelin what effect the gem has. From his appearance, it seems that everyone knows how valuable this gem is, so much so. No explanation is needed at all.

Zelin put away the gems with suspicion, but compared to the gems, the bottle of gold-colored grease-like objects that Gale gave him was even more strange to him.

"Smear it on the sword?"

"Yes, you haven't used it before?"

"I haven't used this." Zelin shrugged. "But I have used something similar."

This seemed to be the sword oil of this world. Zelin poured a bit of grease on the glove and gently brushed it across the sword. In a moment, a dazzling electric light flashed on the ebony blade. Make up his mind, when all this is over, Zelin must find more such things to bring back, after all, the demon hunter hasn't developed a new sword oil for a long time.

"Keep it." Zellin handed Frid's long sword to Gail. "I'll get it when I get back."

"You don't bring it?"

"There are too many things, I am not a mule."

"Then be careful. There are many Millwood knights on the roots over there."

Gail did not forget to tell Zelin, the first person who came to Eredel, "A long time ago, the forest of their hometown was eroded by the abyss. When people found Lingji Forest, Millwood had disappeared."

"I know this story." Zelin nodded, and Hazel mentioned this story to him.

"But no one knows how they came to Eredel. Millwood came here with the erosion of the abyss. They set up camps and outposts in the forest on the other side of the valley. Then, they found the undead team led by the Falan undead team that appeared in the abyss. Come here with their servants and soldiers. Don’t worry too much, most of the Abyss Infected Knights have been destroyed by the Abyss Watchers, and only some unconscious corpses are left nearby."

Below the river valley, huge and white ice crystals filled Zelin's vision. This is a frozen river valley. Looking up, the upside-down ice cones are like frozen waterfalls. There were no animals nearby, only a few mutant crabs wandering under the river valley with their teeth and claws. It's just that there are a few more corpses of the Millwood corpse knight who stumbled and fallen on the bright white ice.

These tall knights stood on the roots of the trees more than one meter wide, and the size of more than two meters allowed Alderfayin to push them only slightly. If they are on an empty flat ground, they must be tough enemies. It's a pity that this place is on the protruding tree roots on the edge of the cliff, and you may stumble and fall if you are not careful. Of course, this is not only dangerous for the Milwood Knights, but also dangerous for the Demon Hunters.

The wind at the bottom of the valley was strong, and the snow was heavy. From time to time, a strong wind blew Zelin unable to open his eyes. He couldn't help raising his hand, and inserting the sword blade down into the ice cube under his feet to stabilize his figure. A breathtaking floral fragrance passed along with gusts of wind and snow, lingering on the tip of his nose. A familiar lily fragrance.

Zelin didn't go to provoke the two crabs who didn't know how long they had lived in the valley. He walked along the bottom of the valley, and the arena that he saw from the cliff was getting closer and closer. Before long, a low ground appeared in front of him, and the frozen river seemed to be blocked by some force. Below you can see the land covered with hoarfrost, and the white lilies blowing in the wind.

The arena stands in the depths of the lily bushes. Under the arena is a conspicuous tombstone. It is surrounded by stone niches stacked alternately. The tombstone rests on this two-handed sword of Astra. A man in full armor was sitting in front of the tombstone quietly. It was far away, but Zelin could feel the sadness and pain in it.

The surrounding stone monuments are mostly covered with snow, with names engraved one after another. These names may have represented power and glory in the past, but now they are nothing more than meaningless names. Time passed away, and many stone tablets were left with only faint traces.

Zelin walked forward step by step, swaying Lily stroking his boots. He had seen such a scene, Yanan, that unforgettable nightmare. Seemingly hearing the sound of footsteps, the man sitting quietly in front of the tombstone stood up, holding a small round shield in one hand and a sharp one-handed sword in the other, approaching the demon hunter step by step.

"Can't you let it drive?"

Zelin looked at the warrior approaching him in a fighting posture. "I am not an adventurer who came to the tomb. We don't need to go to war."

Looking at the silent soldier, the demon hunter sighed, "I'm so crazy, I actually tried to persuade a living corpse."

Listening to the howling of the wolf in the distant mountain stream, Zelin drew out the blade behind his back, stroked the blade with one hand, and sparks of lightning leaped on the sword shining with Rune's rune.

"Your mission to guard the tomb is over, soldier."

The warrior in front of him is not an arena champion, but his aura, the buckler that accompanies and holds in front of him, his footsteps are as steady as a rock, without flaws. It is said that he is just a follower of the arena champion, and it is certain that he must be a warrior with many battles. Zelin set his eyes on him, waiting for the opponent to launch the first attack. Shield or short sword? Left or right? Zelin moved his steps carefully, keeping a distance from the enemy in front of him around the semicircle, paying attention to every step, fast and slow, and the wide circular flowers gave him enough space to detour.

The wolf howl sounded again in the valley. This time, the wolf howl became more urgent and sad. The snowflakes that fell on the body seemed to have become colder and more compelling because of the wolf howl.

The enemy also slowed down, holding its shield, step by step, approaching firmly and slowly. Baixue fell on its armor, but the dark armor refused. Snow touched the armor, and then disappeared. Its short sword is hidden under the shield, like a poisonous snake hiding among the rocks and caves, ready to violently violently let its prey strike a deadly blow.

At a distance of less than ten meters between the two sides, Zelin suddenly stopped, and the sword shining with runes and electric lights was still in the air like his body. The enemy's footsteps paused slightly, as if he was judging Zelin's intentions based on his instinct during his lifetime.