The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"I'm sorry to pull you into my mission... No, it's just a trivial agreement. I'm really sorry. And... Thank you very much."

"Don't mind, you want to clean up the visible evil for this world, but I just want to help one or two people in need as much as possible."

The demon hunter looked up at the cursed tree in front of him. He didn't know what was going on with this tree, why he smashed the courtyard floor above and fell into the cave house of the wandering soul. But in any case, this is a good thing. Fodorincu, who was crushed to death under the cursed tree, can indeed fall into a peaceful sleep, as Siris said.

But soon Zelin heard a familiar voice.

"Gnaea? Are you okay?"

Francesca's voice rang from the other end of the wandering cave room. Even if the sight of the tree's body was blocked, the demon hunter could still see the light of teleportation. Following the elf's question, Gnaiya jumped out of the cracked part of the trunk of the tree with both hands.

"It's disgusting..." The dragonborn's leather armor was covered with unknown mucus at the moment, and the two swords in her hand were even more covered with blood. "It looks like I have already killed it? What a pity, I don't know those. Are the villagers willing to pay me for this."

"I don't think they will."

Zelin's voice made Gnaiya pause slightly, and she turned her head in disbelief, just to see the demon hunter not far behind her.

"But I think a conjurer should be happy to study the body of this big tree, if he and his apprentice are still in the immortal settlement."

"...I almost thought I had hallucinations."

Gnaiya jumped off the corpse of the spell tree, but the speed of the elf was faster, just a flash of light, and the warlock appeared in front of Zelin. No matter when, teleportation is always faster than two legs, even if the dragonborn girl has a pair of slender and strong legs.

Francesca hugged Zelin. "It's great to see you safe and sound."

"I'm also very happy, you all look good now." Zelin said in the ear of the elf, "I thought you would give me a gift for the elf to meet up."

"I don't think you are a person who cares about etiquette." The elves slowly let go of the demon hunter. "Or do you want to find the opportunity to discuss the difference between elves and humans with me?"

"If it's a physical difference, I'm quite happy."

The dragonborn on the side laughed haha, and when Zelin opened her arms to her, she waved instead.

"No, no, I have to take a shower and change my clothes." Gnaiya looked down at the slimy things on her body, basically the liquid bursting out when the spider eggs burst in and out of the tree. Unfortunately, this is more disgusting than dealing with those stinky giants..."

Before he finished speaking, Zelin took Gnaiya in his arms and allowed the blood to stick to his body.

Gnaiya’s body stiffened slightly, then she took a deep breath, and then slowly raised her hands, hugging Zelin, "Okay~Okay~ I listen to you, take it with me People with the same Mara amulet~"

"Well, two, I don't think this is a suitable place for chatting."

After a while, the elf warlock said, "My remaining chaotic energy is still enough to initiate a teleportation, let us be prepared, and leave here." Francesca's eyes floated slightly to the side of Siris, especially Glancing a few more times on her broken breastplate "Don't you explain it to us?"

"She is Siris, count as my comrade-in-arms."

Zelin said frankly. Since they all have the vow of Darkmoon Sword, it should be most appropriate to be a comrade-in-arms.

"Oh...comrade-in-arms..." Francesca nodded, "It's okay, we can talk in detail when we go back."

"Siris, they are my closest people." Zelin said to the Darkmoon Knight by the way, "Don't worry, they are not enemies."

"I understand." Siris nodded. She performed Darkmoon's etiquette to the warlock and the dragonborn. "I am Siris of the Twilight Kingdom, the vow of Darkmoon. May your path be sheltered by the moon. "

"I hope we can all be sheltered." The elf warlock leaned slightly to respond to the Darkmoon Knight. Then, she turned around and raised her hands to face an open space. "I will open a portal and send us to it."

"Wait a minute." Zelin gestured to the elf and motioned to her to wait for a while. The demon hunter drew out his sword, walked to the altar in the cave house, and cut the tree whiskers entwining the figure on the altar. The ghost hunter wears a mask, although by observing her figure from close range, the demon hunter judges that she is a female swordsman.

"She's Lucatiye, from Dolan Gureg." Siris, the only person who knew her, said to Zelin.

I didn't feel that Rukatiya was still alive, but if he was an undead, judging by ordinary people's circumstances would be too unreliable. Now that he had come to the cave room, Zelin had no reason to throw this Lucatiye here again.

"Okay, let's go."

Putting Lucatiye on his shoulders, Zelin said to the warlock, "After I go out, I will explain the situation to you well, but you are right, this is not a suitable place for chatting."

The sorceress walked by Zelin's side, and said a very soft word that only the demon hunter and the elves could hear.

"Welcome home..."

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ps: I'm a bit busy these two days, so I can only guarantee the bottom, and I will make up tomorrow.

Chapter 472 The Last Remaining Ash

The burden of saving the world fell on the ashes.

These ashes will find the remaining salaried kings who have not yet returned, the undead team of Français and the giant Yumu. After arriving at Iruxier to retrieve Aldridge’s firewood, they will return to Losric and defeat the second prince in the large library. . No one knows whether these ashes can be done, whether it is the fortress of Français, the capital of sin, or the catacombs of Casas and the underground prison of Irúsile that must pass through to the capital of sin, even in flames When it hasn't been extinguished, there are extremely dangerous places.

They were once heroes, but heroes may fall in any dark corner that no one knows.

"I...thank you for helping me..."

After taking a sip of the original vegetarian soup, Lucatiye seemed to be a little delirious. "If... if you see someone with the same name as me, he is a elder brother, please tell me that I have looked for him... …" She knocked on the mask that just blocked her profile, "It’s been a long time..."

She is from Dolan Gureg, the ancient place of spreading fire. Ancient, really can be called ancient.

The undead will continue to lose their memories and eventually become living corpses, but in the same way, lifespan also loses meaning to them. It can be said that they have been dead since they were cursed. For a corpse, time is of course meaningless.

"I... just remember that I didn't find my brother in Dolan Gureg, and then I left. I don't know how long it took. I feel... everything is blurred." On the bridge outside the immortal settlement, this An undead female swordsman said goodbye to the demon hunter "Please remember my name, Lucatier of Miller."

"I will remember, I hope we can see you again later."

Maybe because she still has someone who hasn’t been found yet, maybe there are other reasons. Zelin can only hope that if there is really another chance to meet again, he hopes to see a good human being, not an unconscious life. Corpse.

As for Siris, as the sword of Darkmoon, she must respond to the summons to return to Ilu Xier in Lengyu Valley. The knights of Darkmoon sword scattered outside are the only power left by Gwendelin. Sullivan’s betrayal has severely damaged Ilu. Sher and Yanor Lund, want to maintain the order of this world, she needs a certain number of knights.

"What's that agreement?" Zelin asked Siris beside a crumbling house outside the Undead Settlement Valley, "I just want to know about the curse of the undead. If this offends you, please forgive me."

"No, I involved you in my agreement, and risked my life to fight side by side with me. If you want to know, it should be my job to tell you this."

Siris put his fingers into the silver gauze on the side of the helmet and pushed the slightly messy blond hair behind his ears.

"Grandpa, he left the kingdom of twilight in search of a solution to the curse of the undead, and came to this land closest to the royal city and Chuhuo to find the answer."

She was sitting side by side on a raised rock beside the stone bridge, the broken silver yarn on her armor swaying slightly in the cold wind, she put the stabbing sword on her knees, next to Fodorinku’s relic, that side was burned. A shield with an emblem.

"That was a year ago. When the curse of the undead reappeared, I became an undead." The female knight slightly removed her shoulder armor, and the traces of the curse ring were revealed on her white shoulders like silver gauze. "In the church of the Twilight Kingdom, Grandpa is a respected knight and a powerful warrior. My parents are no longer there. Only my grandpa and I live on each other. After I contracted the curse of the undead, grandpa decided Leave, go outside to find a way to relieve or protect me from becoming a living corpse."

The road related to the curse is always full of sacrifice and death, darkness and depravity.

Before leaving the house, Sirius' grandfather had told Sirius that if he fell into darkness because of this, Sirius must stop him.

This sounds cruel, to save the closest relatives, but can only kill him personally.

"Curse, legend, curse is related to darkness. To understand the curse, you must understand the abyss, and then...just like the Sealer did when he was little Deron."

Siris was silent for a while, and in the empty valley only the crows screamed, "I have no body like Rukatiya, but there is one last thing." The female knight took out a face from her body and engraved it. White cloth of jerky runes "This is my summoning charm. If necessary, please allow me to fight with you."