The Journey of the Demon Hunter

There are a few warriors in various armors lying on the ground near the platform. For some reason, they didn't have any traces of injuries, they were neatly dressed in armor, and their long swords were inserted in their sheaths, and there was no sign of fighting out of the sheath. But they were lying on the ground lifelessly, motionless, any wind and snow blowing on them.

Seeing the giant climbing the mountain, Zelin sighed, holding the stone, sitting cross-legged on the dragon statue platform. He imitated the posture on the pages of the paper. I don’t know which book the paper was torn from, but I can be sure that Gwendelin has been carrying it with him. It attaches great importance to this paper, or what is described on this paper. Stuff.

Close your eyes.

It is not the first time that he has put his consciousness into the spirit, the demon hunter quickly fell into meditation.

He closed his eyes, just like before. Gradually, his body began to relax. Although cross-legged meditation was different from the kneeling sitting he was used to, it didn't affect much.

He just sank his spirit down for an instant, and he immediately seemed to be bounced back. He couldn't help but frown. There was never a time when the Demon Hunter couldn't calm down and meditate.

But just for an instant, he felt something was wrong. At some point, he suddenly realized that there was no longer a flat stone platform under him, but an uneven rocky ground covered with gravel.

Has he been moved?

Zelin opened his eyes, but the sight in front of him could not help making him think he was in another world.

Under the blue sky, the huge arched building is casting shadows on the winding mountain road. The bright sun was hanging in the air, and there were no clouds in the sky. To be precise, Zelin looked down and found that he was on the top of a mountain, a mountain peak above the clouds. Since coming to this world, the demon hunter has never seen such a blue and normal sky. The blue sky and white clouds all seemed so normal. After seeing the dusk sky, the white sky, and the snow-covered clouds, such a beautiful scenery could not help but let people lose their minds.

Standing up, patted the dust on his body, Zelin looked at his arm.

Is this a teleportation spell? Teleportation spells related to spirit? He is not a spellcaster, nor a researcher of mysterious energy. He can't understand the reason, but what is certain is that he should have successfully reached the ancient dragon top. The next thing to do is to find the eldest man in the sun and inform him of the dilemma his brother or sister is experiencing.

Put on the ring Gwendelin gave him. The demon hunter closed his eyes and waited, but after a while, his body showed no signs of change, but through the reflection of the ring, Zelin noticed that his appearance had become a strange creature, clothed in linen. The clothes have a long neck like a snake, the head is like an opened sack mouth, and the waist is buckled, like a tortoise holding a shell.

The illusion on this ring turned him into the appearance of a creature on top of the ancient dragon.

Although this illusion was a bit flawed, Zelin had to sigh with Gwendelin's proficiency in illusion magic. At least no one of the archmage in his world could achieve such an illusion and impose a four-dimensional illusion on himself.

"The eldest man..." Ze Lin squinted his eyes and looked at the huge abandoned town in the distance. "Where are you..."

The 451st chapter is actually a message

The architecture of Gulongding is different from other places.

Presented in front of the demon hunter is a dilapidated city. If Jonorlund is a decaying city, then the city at the top of the ancient dragon is an extremely dilapidated place, or it is a place that has been preserved in the past. In the intact ruins, standing in front of the towering round arched city gate, Zelin can still imagine how magnificent this place was in the past.

Nowadays, the slate on the ground has been damaged a lot. It is no longer as neat as it was in the past. Weeds are overgrown, and countless withered grass grows tenaciously from the broken edges and corners of the slate bricks. The dry air covered these weeds with a layer of withered yellow, and the ancient locust trees on the side of the mountain road bent their trunks, as if their long age had made them unable to support their waists, and the scarce water and nutrient-poor soil destroyed them. One of the few plants. A gust of wind blew by, Zelin turned his head to avoid the dust in the wind.

The sun was as bright as noon on the rugged rocks, and the stone steps and the trampled path brought the demon hunters to the tall city gates. The wind and sand have caused the stone bricks on the city wall to fade away from the outer surface, and the whole presents a color like a pile of sand.

Entering the city, you can see some collapsed buildings everywhere, leaving bare arches and half of the outer walls. Some collapsed walls scattered gravel on nearby squares and roads. Among the ruins, creatures transformed by Gwendelin's illusion can be seen everywhere.

The residents here all have snake necks and heads. They buckle their waists. The clothes on their bodies seem to be wrapped in a wide cotton cloth. The clothes and their heads are wrapped in dark blue rags. They have human-like arms and legs, but the body still maintains a snake shape, and the bulge on the back sometimes shows the outline of a pair of small wings on the coat and cloak.

Zelin doubted whether these creatures changed from humans into snakes, or from flying snakes with wings to human creatures.

When he entered the city, a huge flying dragon flew over and spread a huge shadow on the ground. Its eyes scanned the gate of the city, seeming to be looking for some goal. The snake people around were like flying dragons, watching the surroundings vigilantly, looking for some trace.

Zelin hid in the dark or shadow as much as possible, until the flying dragon left to go to other places. He didn't know how long this illusion could last, or whether he could conceal his identity in front of everyone. But he can be sure that this thing can't make him hide himself when he gets close to the snake man.

Looking not far away from time to time, he looked at an elderly snake man on his side. Zelin held his breath and tried to make his pace as stable as possible. The demon hunter's nerves that can be suppressed helped him a lot, no matter what How worried he is about exposure, he can also prevent himself from showing it on the surface, whether it is actions or expressions.

There are many snake people in the ruins of the city, but it is difficult for the demon hunters to tell whether they are just residents or fully armed warriors, maybe both. There are some wooden scaffolding erected on the periphery of some buildings in the city. The snake people here seem to be working hard to repair the rest of the ruins, as evidenced by several two-story temples scattered on important roads. Compared with other places, these temples appear bright and complete.

The snakes here must worship another thing, they are isolated from the world, and the architectural style is different from other places. Compared with the sharp attic and high towers outside, every place like a temple always has a tall and smooth dome. With the dome as the center, several smaller domes and round towers will be built symmetrically around it.

Sunlight sprinkles through horseshoe-shaped or leaf-shaped arch windows into temples full of dragon statues. All dragon statues maintain a meditative posture, and in each temple, there is always an elderly snake man , Holding a wooden staff like a magic wand, carrying a rattle and a candlelight. Every time he walked through these temples, Zelin was always as careful as possible to relax himself and not expose any flaws.

The snake-men who passed by Zelin spoke words of inexplicable meaning to each other. Their speech was different from that of human beings, and their voices seemed to be deviated. Some tall snake-men with chain-handled axes will stare at the demon hunters. For this, he can only avoid the eyes of these tall snake-men as much as possible.

If their size is related to their souls, then these tall snakes might have the power to perceive illusions.

But what surprised the demon hunter was that there were not only snake people in this isolated town of snake people. A huge humanoid statue holding a sword and spear was erected on both sides of the main road of the town. In addition, he even saw several human warriors using long swords of different styles in the temple, facing the huge dragon statue, meditating cross-legged.

Zelin tried his best to get close to them without being suspected, eavesdropping on the conversations of these human warriors nearby in order to obtain sufficient intelligence.

This is not a demon hunter's specialty, but he may not be able to easily get into the crowd to find information like Ezio's ability, but with the help of illusions, there are nearby ruined buildings that can hide or hide in high places. The wreckage, Zelin soon heard the conversation from a temple through the horseshoe window.

"Did the pervert of Ricar go to the arena to ring the bell again to challenge the king?"

A warrior carrying a big sword leaned against the wall and said to another warrior in a strange style of armor.

"This sword idiot who gets more excited the harder he gets beaten?" The other man's voice was low, probably because of his armor. However, when Zelin walked past them, he noticed that the two warriors had dry palms on their ungloved arms.

They are all undead.

It is an undead warrior who keeps his sanity.

"This pervert is okay."

"This time he lost terribly. I saw it with my own eyes. He was hung and beaten. All that was left was the iron crown and a pair of underwear."

"This virtue is really the prince of Ricard? I'm afraid it's not a crown that I picked up halfway."

"Who knows."

Arena, ring the bell, king. Zelin looked at the snake-man who was hidden in the gap in the road and seemed to be waiting to attack the people passing by. It kept sticking its head out of its hiding place, and it stretched out every few seconds, looking at the snake like him. The same kind by the wall.

Zelin glanced at the bright sunshine.

"Good noon."

The snake man looked at the demon hunter without knowing it. It tilted its head, and its slender neck stretched forward while making a puzzled sound. He twisted its neck three times and sent its head to the demon hunter.

Before the illusion.

"Uh... don't bother you, good luck."

Zelin nodded and walked away along the side of the road. The snake man retracted his head in satisfaction and continued to stay in its hiding place.

Arena?

The demon hunter stood up high and looked at the huge round arch church reflecting the dazzling white and the iron bell on the square in the distance.

Chapter 452 Dragon Hunter

As a huge city, the number of snake people here is pitiful, and most of them are gathered in temples, broken towers or those ruins away from the sun, and the scale of the city is too large, even if it is still Some humans who also wish to set foot on the ancient dragon's path also mostly stay in the temple to meditate, or surround the old snake man in the temple and gather when it shook its bell.

These human warriors seem to be carrying out some ritual to temper themselves, and all the temples are facing the same direction. There must be something worshipped by the snake people. Since learning that this world has different gods just like his own, he decided to stay away from places that might be related to worshipers as much as possible.

Fortunately, the arena described by the human warriors is not where the temple is facing.

There was no one in the square. Some heavily armed snakemen were patrolling nearby. A huge flying dragon flew over the sky. Zelin had seen three flying dragons along the way. One of them was flying near the Big Clock Square. The demon hunter had to hide in an uninhabited ruin nearby and waited. After the flying dragon left, he watched the surrounding vigilantly and put himself in the shadows as much as possible. In the hope that no creatures will notice him.

Unfortunately, he couldn't hide his figure like Sister Frid, if he could hide, he could easily sneak in in many places.

Almost here, Zelin realized why he felt that this place was like two worlds compared to other places. In other places, because of the dim flames, there are wandering corpses and undead on the verge of collapse, but at the top of the ancient dragon, there seems to be no flame influence here, whether it is the strange-looking snake-man or the undead warriors, Everyone maintained their sanity, and even the sky showed no signs of dimming due to the dimming of the flames, and the sky was as bright as ever.