The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Zelin took Siris’ summoning amulet, "I hope that when I summon, I can see Siris who still maintains his sense and dreams, not a living corpse, so... if I really say anything in return, I Saving you is not to let you die in another place and live well. This is the best reward for me."

Siris lowered his head and stroked the stabbing sword in his hand. After a while, she said seriously.

"After I finish my duties as the Darkmoon Oathkeeper, please allow me to become your knight and follow me."

"I look forward to that day."

Below the river valley, the portal slightly stabilized by Francesca's power is emitting a faint light. The chaotic energy here is too scarce, and the warlock can only maintain this level, but it is enough for three people to pass through.

Looking at the portal in the valley below his feet, Zelin shrugged, "I don't think I should give priority to women when facing danger. I will go first, and then I will go to the opposite side to catch you."

"Yes, you go first, and then Gnaiya follows." The sorcerer said, "After I leave, this door will disappear quickly, and I will go there at last. Don't worry, I'm an archmage, study the portal. Experts."

Seeing Longyi's questioning eyes, Zelin opened his hands, "Here, she is the only expert of Chaos Energy. Just do what she says. I believe the professional's words are better than my own random thoughts."

According to Francesca's arrangement, they entered the portal one by one. Seeing Gnaiya's figure disappearing into the orange light, the wizard warlock glanced at the dreary world, smoothed the skirt, and jumped into the portal that was gradually dissipating.

As a breeze passed, the last glimmer that could prove the existence of the portal gradually disappeared. In the once crowded village, only the dead locust trees, scattered crows, and the living corpses that had long been cursed by the undead, wandered unconsciously in their homes and villages during their lifetime.

A group of patrolmen from Rondall headed north with their ruined bodies. They stepped on the muddy ground, on the dirty corpses, and walked on the road full of thorns and death in the wind and snow.

They discover the truth in the old sayings, they carry despair, and the hope of wandering souls.

The fire has gradually extinguished, but Wang Ying is still missing.

Time seems to be wasting the only life in this world.

Until the cemetery of the hero's ashes, an ashes dressed in the armor of a superior knight finally slowly pushed aside the decaying coffin.

The 473rd chapter begins with blood and ends with blood

Breathing the fresh air of Mahakam always makes the demon hunter feel refreshed. Although you often see giant centipedes crawling out of the ground in the barren mountains, or the demon bird flying in the sky, or even the evil ghost nest in the mountain stream, this still won't affect Zelin's liking for this place.

"Hurry up, Cogrim. Sprint, attack, dodge! Remember not to forget to dodge when attacking, turn a half circle, stab, dodge! Pay attention to balance! Remember to use your left arm to maintain balance when swinging the sword, Otherwise you will fall off the stake!"

Outside the castle, several trees fell to the ground, with hollow trunks spread between two blue-gray rocks. If you look closely, you can notice that it was not blown down by a hurricane in the mountains, but it was cut down and placed like this. If you look more closely, you can find a path that is almost hard to notice among the cluttered rocks.

This is the trial.

Around Kyle Mohan, there is a more complete and longer trail. A trail full of traps and obstacles is used by apprentice hunters to train running, physical fitness, breathing rhythm and balance. There are some wooden stakes hidden in the rock gaps on both sides of the trail, and there are some shallower ones on it. Sword marks, which are used to exercise observation and reaction and sword release speed when encountering an attack.

The trail of trials, or, the trail of murder.

The serpent school demon hunter Serris found a child who had the potential to be tried by the demon hunter, Coglinm, from a swamp village near the old town of Vizima, whose family died in the evening assault by a ghost dog. Now Ceres is training him in the same way that demon hunters would use.

I have to say that in terms of finding apprentices and passing on skills, the Viper School seems to be more enthusiastic and action-oriented than any other school.

Standing by the shutters on the third floor of the castle, Zelin raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked at the young man who was training in sword skills on the wooden stake outside the trial path.

"It's been more than two years since we first came to this castle together. I still remember how the castle looked like it was dilapidated." My life has gone through more than fifty two years, but never once, as impressive as these two years."

"Everyone will have something worth remembering, even if one hundred years pass, they will not forget it."

While smoothing a map she brought, Francesca said to Zelin, "I hope the next few years will bring us better memories...but we must overcome this difficulty first. "Looking at many specially marked places on the map, the ease and joy on the face of the elf disappeared.

"During the two or three months I left, what happened?" Zelin retracted his gaze from the blinds and walked to the wall where the map was hung. Although at this time, a cup with half of the water in the room caught his attention.

The water in the cup seemed to be warm.

If it is not for considering that the rooms on the third floor of the castle have not been inhabited for a long time, just a glass of water is not enough to surprise the demon hunter.

Unless someone he didn't know came here.

However, before considering more things, the words of the elf plunged Zelin's gaze deeply into the blood-colored map of the north.

"War, a war between humans and non-humans in the north... I can't think of anything other than war to describe such a bad thing." The elf pursed his lips, "For thousands of years , Such bad times."

As described by the sorcerer, this is a bad time, a chaotic era, and an era of contempt.

War, tragedy, and contempt gave birth to countless strange and sad mixtures. Smoke, fire, and blood made ancient hatred crawl out of the grave again.

Hatred, the backlog of hatred has made people lose patience. The fist replaced language, and the sword squeezed away reason. Everyone began to arm themselves, using the weapons they bought or those looted on the road, fast horses and sharp swords. Whether it is appearance or psychology.

In Aden, the guerrillas of the Squirrel Party attacked and slaughtered a human village of more than 300 people. In revenge, a slaughter of non-human races took place in Van Geborg. Nearly a hundred of the captured non-human corpses were hung on wooden stakes on the side of the road as food for crows.

The army of Verdon and Bruges launched an attack on the forest of Broccoli of the Dryads, and the successive conflicts have lasted for more than a month. Unmanned bones and corpses are everywhere around the Ribbon River, and the corpses of soldiers, travelers and a few dryads are often rushed down the river to Podrog.

It is difficult for fishermen to catch river fish.

If there are really fishermen living outside alone by the river near the forest.

At the junction of Livia and Aden, the king’s governor is leading soldiers into the village outside the Valley of Flowers. They began to drive away the free elves’ gathering places, destroy the settlements, and the flames of black smoke were on Dole Bray. Dekan-the periphery of the place where the flowers bloom.

So more elves choose to join the Squirrel Party, choose to become a member of the Squirrel Party Commando, go to the north, to more places, to attack those unsuspecting human villages, and the greedy tongue of fire engulfed the houses where the farmers slept and burned them down. The animal pen is just like what the humans did to the elven settlements.

And the people whose hatred and anger in their hearts have nowhere to vent took up simple weapons and tilted their anger on any non-human race. When a wave of anger sweeps through the city, when hatred overwhelms reason, no one can stay aloof.

"I have tried my best to let Filavandrow to persuade people to stay sensible... If the governor at Van Geborg and his army can be equally sensible, all this will be much easier."

The elf stood in front of the map, speaking to him beside the demon hunter.

"I don't know what kind of agreement the kings have reached, but I can't sit back and watch all of this. In principle, I should remain neutral, and now there is one last chance to fight for peace." Her gaze moved to Sunnid. "The actions of the kings on the island have gone far beyond the Novigrad Treaty of the year, whether it’s what they did to Hundred Flowers Valley or to Brockleron. I will propose it at the Warlock Assembly, and teach it through the Assembly. In the name of the regiment, issued a warning letter to the king to stop their current actions."

"What do you think is the success rate?"

"Not much...but you have to try..."

"What if it fails?" Zelin asked.

"If it fails, there is only one last way left." Francesca said blankly, "I don't want to go this far..."

Start with blood, and end with blood.

Chapter 474: The Returned Person

Less than a month before the convening of the Warlock Assembly, Francesca will go to Sinide Island in advance to prepare for the rest. She needs to find members of the cult who can become allies at the meeting.

During the period, George came back once. He brought back some new flying monsters that appeared near the Blue Mountains, and added a new monster category to the castle's manual, as well as some research notes about this monster.

Xili's studies in Nanika's church are about to end, and she is now learning the most basic magic under the guidance of Ye Naifah. Geralt went to Tritog, where one of the most famous detective offices was serving the demon hunters.

According to the plan, Zelin should go to Skelliger, look for traces of the bear school, and talk to them about whether they can cooperate. But it should be easier to talk to the Skelligites, and Zelin knows their tempers very well. But now, Francesca hopes that Zelin can go to Sinide Island with her, not only the Warlock Council, but also an invitation from another member of the Order Council.

Tisya of Fries, she is considered to be the gentler and most traditional warlock among the five members of the council. She hopes to have a chat with the Demon Hunter about his plan to rebuild the academy after the warlock convention is over.

There is still a lot to do.

But Zelin cared more about which unknown intruder.