The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Dandrine, are you ready?"

"Of course, you think it’s very difficult to prepare an opera in a few hours, right?" Dandrien put on his feather cap again. "It’s just a piece of cake for me. I was in a bard contest, and it took only half an hour to create a poem that intoxicated all audiences."

"The rest is up to you, Master Dandrien."

The first thousand and twenty-seven chapters of rioting Mars

The free performances did attract a lot of people.

"How many people are here?"

Alpin was carrying a glass of beer, and he was wearing chain mail under his shirt. Many non-humans who came to watch the performance were seated in the tavern, and several humans also took advantage of this time to come to the tavern to watch the performance. This happens to be when the afternoon is busy with work and rest, many elves and humans who have nothing to do will come here. However, Zelin's goal is to attract more elves and dwarves to come here, thanks to the city's divisions, they can directly send messages to non-human settlements.

"One hundred and twenty-five people."

Elf Veris is wearing an apron with freshly baked bread in his plate. "There are still many non-humans who have not come. We can't just sit back and watch. Those thugs will definitely attack the non-human settlements first."

"We will try our best to solve the problem." Yalpin snorted. "Let's play well, I see that there are not enough tables and chairs. Are there any tables and chairs in your warehouse?"

"I'll look for it again, and let Zoltan help move the barrels on the other side. There should be some space left." Verris looked around and looked at "Where is Geralt?"

"He is outside." Alpen paused. "His two ladies will be here today, and there is a little girl. Well, it's been almost four years, so I shouldn't be called a little girl anymore. It's okay, let's continue. ."

There were already quite a few people in the hall, and Dandrien was tuning the strings to determine the pitch. Toast, berries, and clams were placed on each table. Some elves and dwarves who came here in advance were talking to each other. Many of them mentioned whether they wanted to sell the things here and then went to Dol Bray. Tanner went to earn a living. A new country with good prospects will always attract many people to go, not to mention that there will be no discrimination against non-human races in the elven country, because it itself is a non-human race country.

Compared with human settlements, non-human settlements are not only closer to the periphery of the city, but the houses are more messy. It looks very humid and it is in a low-lying area of ​​the city.

The news spread quickly. Dandreen’s reputation coupled with the small towns that were already populated, until the sun hadn’t set in the afternoon, almost every non-human resident knew about it, and he became famous in the north. Dandrien is going to hold a show at Veris' tavern.

Marilyn was looking for the key to lock the door while wiping her reddish hands after washing her clothes. As a person who earns bread money by washing other people's clothes, she has to wash a lot of clothes every day. She made an appointment with someone at noon today. In the afternoon, she will go to Veris's tavern to take a good position in advance and be able to see Master Dandrien's performance up close.

At noon, she received another pile of dirty clothes. She must wash these clothes and hang them on the clothes rail before she can do other things. Life is not easy. If she can't wash the clothes quickly, dry them and send them back, people will find other faster and better washerwomen to do these things. As a result, after the clothes were washed and dried, the sun was almost down.

Locked the door, although there was nothing of value inside, she rolled up her dark red hair, untied the wet apron before her clothes, and put it on the door to dry. Marilyn trot with her skirt and ran to Veris's tavern. She could only hope that her friend had already gone there and helped herself to occupy a place. Dandrien's music and poetry were well-known in many places. . There are a lot of pedestrians on the road, and there are also a lot of humans. This is when the work is stopped, and the number of pedestrians on the street is normal.

"Hi! She stole my things!"

Suddenly, a scream caught everyone's attention.

The surrounding atmosphere became a bit wrong, Marilyn turned her head, and a bloated woman who fell on the ground pointed at her and shouted, "She touched me, she stole my wallet, don’t let her run, grab Live her!"

Before Marilyn could react, in the blink of an eye, the people around him boiled like a pot of water lit with wood underneath.

"Elf thief!"

"Elf robbers, they are robbing in the street!"

"It's an insider of the Squirrel Party. She is going to meet the Squirrel Party outside the city!"

"Hang her! Hold her and don't let her run away!"

"Kill her, kill these thieves and robbers!"

A dwarf fell to the ground wailing, his head was hit hard with a stick, and the blood flowed out instantly. Another dwarf with him tried to protect his friend, but was hit by an axe and fell down. Suddenly, a group of people rushed towards the nearby non-humans without hesitation. They uttered deafening roars, waving pitchforks, swords, axes, clubs, and anything that could be used as weapons.

Marilyn let out a scream, and blood splashed on her face. In the blink of an eye, the world seemed to change its appearance. A severed arm fell under her feet, and screams and howls filled every corner.

"Kill these cursed non-human beings!"

"Kill them all!"

In the chaos, Marilyn felt as if she was being pulled by someone. She saw a pair of cat-like vertical pupils.

"Go to Veris' tavern. It's safe. Go in!"

The demon hunter pulled the elf frightened by the blood, raised his hand and shot a thug in front of him with an Alderfa seal. The thug flew upside down and hit the stall on the side of the road, the apple on the stall. Rolled to the ground and buried him underneath.

"Can you still go?"

Zelin took the fallen dwarf's hand and pulled him up. The dwarf hugged the corpse on the side and burst into tears.

"My brother! They killed him!"

"Go to Veris' tavern."

"No, Demon Hunter, I want to avenge him!"

"First, you need a weapon. The tavern has it."

Later, someone claimed that the tragedy in Livia was an unfortunate coincidence. It was a spontaneous reaction and was caused by the reasonable anger brought by the hostility of the dwarves and elves to the urban humans, and ended up in a skirmish. It was unpredictable and detonated. It is generally believed that it was not humans that caused this riot, but the dwarves who were the first to be attacked, who provoked the violence. A dwarf questioned and insulted a noblewoman who had become a widow in the war, and used violence against her. Later, when other nobles defended their friends, the dwarf called his relatives. A brawl unfolded immediately and quickly turned into a real battle. In the blink of an eye, the entire market was swallowed and spread to the entire city in a short time.

The first thousand and twenty-eight chapters of the Livia incident

Dandrien is worthy of the name of his master of art. Although many people don't have the mind to appreciate art at all, the melody and atmosphere of the time can make up for this and allow more people to immerse in the world of music. Go. There were hundreds of people in the tavern. They sat quietly, meditating, so deep that they did not notice the increasing noise in the city—it was a sinister and sinister sound, like a burst of noise. The buzz of the irritable wasp.

They hardly noticed how quiet and empty the avenue outside the tavern was, until one person ran over, and then another person ran over.

Suddenly, a shout erupted from the city, the door of the Veris Tavern opened suddenly, and a dwarf ran in. He was panting, his face flushed.

"What's the matter?" Alpen Zieglin raised his head, he almost guessed the reason in his heart.

The dwarf was still out of breath, and he pointed in the direction of the town, his eyes full of panic.

"Take a deep breath." Zoltan walked over, he had put on his wristband, "Tell us everything you see."

"Blood," the dwarf said. "There is blood everywhere. They are starting to kill. Some people are coming here. Some people are injured. We need to prepare bandages."

The already muddy road became more muddy under the influence of blood.

Zelin jumped up the steps, slashing across the leg of a man holding a crossbow. The man screamed and rolled down, covering his severed legs, watching with disbelief that blood was continuously pouring out from the severed wound. The demon hunter backhand hit the chin of a mob who tried to hug him from behind with the hilt, and he saw blood and teeth spurt out of the opponent's mouth.

The city guards in the non-human settlements hid in the duty cabin. They huddled together, chained the door, and hid inside shivering. These soldiers are very scared. They know that in the face of a fanatical crowd, sometimes the crowd is just eager to kill something. It doesn't matter whether the person standing in front of them is human or non-human.

"Follow me!"

Zelin knocked down a human wielding a club, stabbed him to the ground, and pulled up an elf who fell on the ground. The elf's head was covered with blood, so that Zelin couldn't see his appearance at all.

"Get together, follow me, can you go?"

"I can still." The elf forcefully wiped the blood from his eyelids. "Where? Where are we going?"

"Go to Veris' tavern."

Three mobs wielding pitchforks and clubs rushed up. Zelin shook the sword in his hand. The splashing blood calmed the mobs. They suddenly realized that they were not facing ordinary residents who were letting them kill. , But a demon hunter. Zelin noticed that someone was taking weapons from the cart. It was a person in uniform who was distributing weapons.

He jumped over, and several mobs ran away from him, exposing the man in uniform. He tried to protect himself with the spear in his hand. Zelin waved his sword and cut off the finger holding the spear, then turned around. The moment he brushed past the enemy, the two broken arms fell together with the spear. Flew out. With a scream, someone ran away from Zelin. But more people didn’t. These premeditated thugs began to attack the houses on the roadside.

The mob didn't know where they found a big wooden stake. They carried the log and hit the wooden door. Within a few hours, the door of the house was knocked open. The demon hunter shook off the target in front of him and entered the group of people who were still cheering for the killing. He bent down, his sword made a circle in the crowd, and cut off several legs. He didn't intend to kill them just like that, sometimes the blood splashing and screams of dying from his companions could overwhelm the frenetic mind with fear.