The Journey of the Demon Hunter

At the end of the line, the bald rider said to the missionary, "After we take down the castle, I will send a messenger to inform you."

"Of course, I will wait here." The missionary's cane ran into the dirt. "Remember, catch that witch and don't let her run. Bring me alive. There must be a fair trial as a welcome to eternity. The ritual for the fire to return to this barren land begins with the purification of these witches." He waved his hand fiercely. "Evil creatures must be judged righteously, understand, Lord Knight?"

"We will try our best."

"It's not an effort, it's a must!"

"Understood, sir." The bald knight nodded, he looked back and forth, and lowered his voice to the priest, "sir, I need you to provide some protection."

The missionary certainly understood what this meant. When it comes to life, they are not fools. There are rumors that the anti-magic metal may be insufficient in weight, or the purity of the previously purchased Demon gold is not enough, so that the mutants and witches here can still use their evil witchcraft. However, the knight has ordered the soldiers below to forbid talking about these things. As for whether it is the reason for the failure of the anti-magical metal, no one has ever doubted. For hundreds of years, the restraint of chaotic energy by this metal has long been obvious to all.

The missionary took out another piece of anti-magic metal ornament from his pocket.

"May the gods bless you, noble knight."

"Thank you."

The bald knight took the trinket and hung it on his body along with the anti-magical metal trinket provided by the White Rose Knights before. Then he followed the tail of the team and walked into the valley.

Sighing, and enduring the pain from the wound, the missionary turned and walked towards the floating port. He didn’t need a damp and cold camp. He needed a clean room, a soft bed and a warm fireplace. Prepare for the next trial ceremony. This is the first trial ritual before he becomes the chief priest of a region, and he must behave better.

Without these **** burns, he would definitely be better. Thinking of this, the missionary couldn't help but began to spurn those women who used witchcraft, a group of **** witches. Of course, it was the witch who burned him. He would pierce and nail her to the wood with ash, and interrogate her well before burning her to death. Pulling out his fingernails or breaking his nose and then pinching his fingers, he has served in the church for a long time, knowing how to get those interrogated to speak what they need. Of course, they are basically halfling dwarves and elves.

"If she is here, I will let her..." the priest involuntarily mumbled viciously.

Suddenly, something was blocking the road in front of him.

"Go away, your eyes were eaten by the crow..." The missionary opened his mouth subconsciously, but then, what he saw made him forget to say the remaining words. He was deeply impressed by the gray figure. It was this figure who threw the flames on him that caused the intense pain for several days. If it weren’t for the knights who were just helping to put out the flames as quickly as possible, he would have died a long time ago. Under extensive burns.

"You..." The priest opened his eyes, his brain seemed to be blocked by accumulated fat, and he couldn't understand why someone appeared here, and there would be witches who could approach a person with anti-magical metal by magic. Flame? Compared with flames and gods, the blessing of anti-magical metal seems to be more trustworthy.

But he doesn't need to think anymore.

With a stroke of the weapon in Frid's hand, the priest felt his throat tighten, and then his gaze began to roll, and the surrounding scenery became weird. Finally, he felt that he hit the ground and his forehead just hit the dirt. On the stone. But unlike his head, his body hadn't completely fallen down yet, he just fell to his knees. But this is also the last picture his brain receives from his eyes.

There was a woman's scream nearby, and a wooden basin in the hands of an elf woman fell to the ground, and the freshly washed clothes in it were spilled on her feet. But Fried didn't pay attention to her, didn't even take a look, the nun picked up the missionary's neatly cut off head, and disappeared in place like a ghost.

When she appeared next time, Frid was in the camp set up by the eternal fire outside the floating port. She put the priest's head on the seat in the camp tent like a prank.

Just like when he regained Xinwang Chaixin in the fire-passing sacrificial field.

The nun looked at her masterpiece, took out a crossbow from the Demon Hunter's castle from behind, raised her hand and pulled the trigger. In the night, a light red rocket pierced the canopy of the tree and flew into the sky.

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ps: After watching yesterday’s game, I will no longer be superstitious about science...

There is an important matter to be dealt with tomorrow, so two changes will be made today and tomorrow.

Chapter Six Hundred and Fifty Three

"It's a signal, the enemy has set off!"

The mercenary called the Black Rilla hung on the branch. When she saw the red spots rising in the sky in the distance, she turned to warn her companion who had also climbed onto the branch and waited on the other side. They used to be the special forces of the Kingdom of Aden, specially used to train jungle warfare, especially when fighting the guerrillas of the Squirrel Party in the forest. This little thing could not stop them.

"It's time for us to prepare."

These soldiers carefully bypassed the mountain road. They did not return to the castle, but along the forest to avoid the places where the White Rose Knights would pass, hiding in the woods and rocks near the road. They will not consider going to ambush the enemy, which is not realistic at all, they have other tasks to do.

Not long after the signal was sent, the forward of the Knights appeared at the place where these mercenaries had stayed before. They were all wearing piece armor and studded leather armor, holding spears in their hands, and without the obstruction of Mahakam dwarf soldiers, their movements on the mountain road were unimpeded. This is certainly not a difficult task. Undoubtedly, there are hundreds of them, all of them are well-trained soldiers, and the other party, although some mutants modified by witchcraft and magic, may also be a group of people who have had a deal with the devil. Monsters, but their number is less than ten. No matter how powerful these mutants are, they can’t stand alone against dozens of people, dozens of spears, and hundreds of arrows that are shot out at the same time.

Undoubtedly, this is only used by the Knights of the White Rose to prove to the Church of Eternal Fire that the church’s annual payment of so many krona gold coins is worthwhile, and it can obtain more bargaining chips in future negotiations with other investors. It's an opportunity to show strength, or rather, it's just an exercise, a military parade. Not long after the soldiers and knights arrived, they reached such a consensus.

What do the mutants use to resist their offensive? Take the top of your head?

But soon, when they walked into the valley, they realized what the mutants were ambushing. When a soldier walked forward along the mountain road, a red light suddenly appeared under his feet, and flames burst from the ground under his feet like a fountain, enveloping him and the soldiers around him in an instant. The scorching flame made the surrounding air manic. Some people stood unsteadily and were overwhelmed by the heat waves. Others covered their heads to block the aggressive heat.

"It's witchcraft, there are witches!"

"Mutants are casting spells! Some of them must be nearby!"

For a while, the soldiers in the team clenched their weapons. The originally quiet team became noisy. The soldiers looked around, trying to find the hidden witch among the shadowed mountains and rocks, and some people went to the eternal fire of the team. The direction of the church altar leaned back, but thinking of the soldier who had been burned to death by the flame before, he couldn't help but step back a few steps.

"Don't panic!" The knight of the White Rose Knights drew out his sword and shouted at the soldier. "We are advancing under the blessing of the eternal fire. As long as the good people walk in the light, the eternal fire can protect you from harm. Don’t be afraid of the witchcraft of these mutant monsters, they can’t do anything in front of the flames!” The knight clenched the anti-magic metal ring in his hand. “These flames are not witchcraft, but the eternal fire. And members of non-human pollution, the flame will bless us to victory!"

Those who survived are blessed by the flames, and those who died because they did not respect the gods in their hearts, and were affected by witchcraft while staying in the floating port. As for the burned people, the flames purify the dirt on their bodies, but They still feared the flames, so they were not burned to death.

Reasonable explanation.

This calmed down the soldiers in the team who had become frightened by the attack. Magic, in the description of the church, is the product of demons. It is the power acquired by witches and demons after signing a contract. It is what these women obtain by selling their souls in order to satisfy their desire for immortality and beauty. In the face of a strange magic attack from nowhere, it is inevitable to fall into a moment of panic. After all, in the past, under the protection of the eternal fire altar, they would not be attacked by any magic. With such a large Dimojin altar, any sorcerer and wizard near here will lose the power to cast spells.

But not long after, when the soldiers at the front of the team saw the castle with the demon hunters standing on the cliff, they heard a muffled sound in the distance, as if a fire rose from the wall of the castle, and then It is the whistling sound made by something fast-flying across the sky. It is very harsh from far to near. When the sound fell to the last tone, the land on the side of the mountain road burst open suddenly and was blown up. Carrying the broken bushes, branches, leaves and debris, the clods of soil rolled down the **** and onto the mountain road.

George stood on the tower, looking at his achievements from a distance, and shook his head.

"This thing is not easy to use." A flame was in Farauda's hand, and the high elf mage from Winterhold College contemptuously used the finger of the other hand to gently tap the slightly hot barrel after the fire was opened. "Not as good as a well-trained mage."

George didn't say much, the artillery deviation is indeed far, if you want to use this thing to deal with more dexterous monsters, you need to modify it further.

"What's the sound outside?"

In the castle, Marty, who was chatting with Yusevka, heard the explosion outside, paused, then sighed again, "Oh, these demon hunters, are they going to do any strange research again?"

"They may be experimenting with artillery." Yusefka nodded, and pulled up the quilt that had slipped slightly from his sister. "The gunpowder exploded. That's the sound."

Every night, Marty, who is bored, will find Yusevka to chat. After all, Amelia often runs in the castle without seeing people, and she doesn't like talking to people who don't have many similar interests. Although most of the time it’s just a female warlock, the doctor keeps nodding, and only a few times when she talks about customs, she will ask two more questions, but soon Marty will shift the topic to the latest popular dress styles, the latest development Makeup potions, huge rubies and diamonds found in the dragon’s lair on the auction house, and soft leather boots and leather jackets made from some precious animal fur.

"Outside sounds... are they too many?"

When the new explosion sounded, Yusevka asked a little strangely, she hadn't been away from Yanan for a long time, and she was still very vigilant about outside sounds. But Marty laughed a few times.

"Don't worry, these men won't stop until they are exhausted. Where did we just talk about? Oh, yes, the treasure of Ovi Kleistron."

The six hundred and fifty-fourth chapter trapped beast

The castle is burning. Red arrows dashed through the air like a firebird.

Some white rose knights tried to use flames against the demon hunters. They hid on the higher platform of the courtyard and designed them with rockets, but the effect actually caused them to ignite their castles. A raging fire ignited in the courtyard, and a wooden shed filled with horse fodder was destroyed. The fire light illuminates the place like day. The frightened horses ran away, and a horse almost ran into Zelin from behind in a panic. But its footsteps were very clear. Zelin avoided the crazy horse, but the other knight was not so lucky. The frightened horse stood up in front of him, and his two front hooves kicked him directly to the ground.

However, there are still knights who have found their mounts, brandishing their lances and swords, and rushing towards the demon hunters in the courtyard. The clatter of horseshoes was mixed with the crackling sound of the fire burning wood. He rushed towards Zelin from the other end of the castle with a gun, and the headdress made of anti-magic metal on his forehead gleamed under the blazing fire. He didn't carry a helmet, he was obviously awakened suddenly, but he was wearing chain mail and a cloak.

"Your witchcraft is useless to me, monster!"

The knight's lance stretched forward, and the horse ran at full speed. There are too many anti-magic metals here, and the chaotic energy released can easily be distorted and blocked, the effect of the seal is greatly weakened, the horse's eyes are spinning frantically, and the mouth is oozing with white foam. Zelin rolled to the left to avoid the blow, he jumped up and landed steadily on the overturned carriage, and then he seized the opportunity to jump on the side of the running horse.

The frightened horse neighed frantically, trying to throw the person off his back, but Zelin grasped it firmly. The sight of the demon hunter was looking for the position of the leader of the knight order in the chaotic courtyard. Frette, this cunning guy ran away at the beginning of the battle. He must have not died in the hands of the North Wind Bomb. Zelin didn't see him. But he couldn't escape. Reso was under the steps in front of the main tower against several knights who protected the gate. The knight jumped in the direction of the horse and rushed towards Zelin again.

Zelin put his hand on the horse's forehead, trying to calm him down as much as possible. The knight picked up his lance again and stabbed towards the demon hunter as if on the battlefield. The knight's movements were very standard and very imposing. Zelin put his hand on his waist. He did not urge the horse to run, nor did he confront the knight. Instead, he drew a knife from his waist. He weighed it, flicked his arm forcefully, and the knight in the charge screamed and fell off his horse. The flying knife was inserted straight into his eyes. He covered his eyes, and viscous blood leaked through the gaps in his fingers. But his mount didn't stop, but ran towards the gate of the castle courtyard and bumped into a conscript who wanted to come in.