The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"It looks like you need help here?"

Zelin led the horse and walked over, "These mages are going to turn this place into a forward outpost?"

"This doesn't need to involve you, kindhearted person." The godmother patted her clothes. "I want to help these refugees who can't get on the road to a village in the south, which happens to be located in a hidden low-lying land. I know the villagers there. They will be willing to let these refugees rest there and heal their injuries. Do you have a map? I can mark it on your map."

"I don't have a map of the Hinterland Hills." Zelin shook his head.

"Then walk all the way south from here. You can see a cave and enter what I call the open-air valley. There is a village in it. If you bring Elf Roots, please go there."

"I will."

Zelin's words were masked by another scream.

"The Templars! Here they are!"

The refugee camp immediately fell into panic. Everyone knew that if there were only mages or Templar knights in one place, there would be no problem, but if there were both mages and Templar knights, the demon hunter would not know the world. How do people describe it, they say it's like Kunali black powder hitting Mars, it will blow up everything there.

"Bent over!"

Zelin subconsciously pressed his godmother's shoulders, and there was a familiar burst of air in his ears. Several arrows flew over their heads, tearing the canvas of the caravan aside, and hitting the demon hunter's horse with the arrows. The horse neighed in shock, and the demon hunter quickly let go of his hand holding the rein, and the horse disappeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.

"Damn it! My horse!"

People rushed to their trucks and camps in a hurry. Many people slammed into each other in a panic and tripped over each other. Everywhere was filled with deafening screams and noise.

A group of heavily armed archers appeared in the distance, and another group of heavily armored warriors was rushing along the trail. The mages mixed in the crowd and used magic to counterattack, but the Templar archers didn't care about it at all. Whether there are any civilians, throw arrows all at once into the refugee camp.

"Kill these apostates!"

A mage hit the oncoming Templar with flames, and the knight covered the blackened helmet and fell down. But the knight behind him followed. Before the wizard cast the spell again, he slashed the wizard's staff with a sword, and pierced the wizard with another sword. These Templar knights held their shields and lined up to advance toward the mage's position, using the shields to resist the fireballs, ice cones, and acid sprayed from the mage's staff.

A truck rumbling over in front of the demon hunter, a fireball hit the truck, the expensive flour inside was blown up into the sky, and a wheel of the truck. Zelin raised his hand with an Alderfa seal and smashed the wooden wheel in mid-air to prevent it from hitting a refugee who was injured and fell on the ground in the head.

"Get up!" Zelin took the arm of the person next to him, "Get out of here, hurry up!"

The refugee staggered to his feet. Before he stood up completely, he suddenly opened his eyes in horror, and raised his finger at the back of the demon hunter, "Be careful behind!"

Zelin turned around, and a Templar knight rushed towards him.

"Go to hell, apostate!"

There was a dim light on the Templar knight's body, his body was the same as his sword, the blade was chopped down with light, and Zelin rolled forward to avoid the sword. The demon hunter took the opportunity to slash the knight's leg, and the ebony blade cut off the knight's leg armor, as well as his muscles and bones. The knight fell to the ground, his helmet rolled out, showing a shocked expression. He watched in disbelief that his heavy armor that could withstand arrows and even ordinary magic shattered under this blow, clutching his broken leg in vain to prevent blood from spraying out.

Zelin took a step back and tripped over the corpse behind him. The corpse face down, with many arrows hitting its back, a burning caravan was overturned in the air by an explosion, like a huge fireball, after a few laps in the air, it hit the ground fiercely, sparks splashed everywhere. , The burning wood chips scattered to other places, igniting more things.

The blood splashed on the face of the demon hunter, Zelin wiped the blood around the corner of his eyes and raised his head, just in time to see the godmother Giselle climbing on a nearby rock, shouting and waving at the chaotic crowd.

"Good people! Come here! Go south from here, it's safe there!"

Some refugees who looked like headless flies heard the cry of the godmother and began to flee to the south, because three more wizards came from the north. They should have heard the sound of fighting and rushed to support their colleagues, but this meant the same thing. As a result, the conflict here is likely to become more intense. Those who were accidentally involved in the battle just wanted to escape here.

Not only the refugees noticed the words of Gisele's godmother, but a mage also heard the voice of the godmother. It was the mage leader who had just arrived here. He immediately turned the direction of the staff, but then, his body trembled and fell to the ground with an arrow stuck in his left rib.

"Catch him! Catch him!"

There was a commotion from the wizard's side, and a layer of bright blue light covered these wizards. A shower of arrows covered the mage's position, most of the arrows were blocked by the blue magic shield, but there were also arrows in the mage that fell to the ground. Immediately, a ball of fire hit the place where the archers of the Templars were, and the flame instantly swallowed the four archers. The archers screamed and struggled in the flames, and there was no movement. There were also a few archers who were on fire and wailed and jumped into the nearby river. Soon, a few corpses floated on the water and were washed downstream along the river.

"You will make yourself a target!" Zelin yelled at Giselle's godmother under the rock, "They have heard it, come down and get out of here!"

Several Templar guards ran over to protect the knight whose leg was cut off by the demon hunter. One of the guards rushed over to slam down and subdue Zelin, but he threw himself into the air and crashed into a rock on the side. Before he had time to draw out the sword, he took a fierce punch on the chin, vomiting blood and broken teeth in his mouth.

"You know where to go!" The godmother Giselle yelled to Zelin, jumped off the other side of the rock, and waved at the refugees who had not yet run over, "Come with me, come here!"

The refugees supported each other and fled to the refuge in the south along the trail. Zelin looked around, the fallen knight guard hugged his leg, trying to buy time for the other two guards who rushed over. The demon hunter grabbed his head and slammed **** his knee pads, and the knight fainted to the ground. Immediately he jumped into the nearby river, and the knight who followed him swung his sword and yelled at him, then turned and rushed to other wizards and spell apprentices who came to support him.

A ball of fire exploded not far from the bank of the river, Zelin raised his hand to block the heat wave on his face. He quickly waded away from the battlefield where the battle was getting more and more intense on foot. Soon, more Templar knights' voices came from the woodland not far away.

"There are apostates going to run, catch them!"

What followed was the rapid sound of horse hooves.

Two hussars on horseback chased from the woodland behind.

Those mages are being defeated.

They have some offensive magic, but the knights and soldiers of the Knights Templar are well-trained fighters who have received training on how to fight against the wizards. The wizards did not respond to tactics and cooperation. Soon, when they were lying in ambush in the hills. When the light cavalry of the knights appeared, the mages who were copied from the side quickly fell into chaos.

Zelin heard shouts, whistles and horseshoes coming from behind him. Some Templar knights saw his seal and definitely regarded him as a member of the apostate mage. These extreme Templar knights are obviously different from the church guards of the Judgment Order. They are neither willing to stop fighting, nor will they listen to the demon hunters' excuses. He had better find a way to get rid of them.

He rolled and hid in the bushes on the side of the road, letting the dirt stand on him, and the water-stained leather armor looked a little heavy.

"Come on! He escaped here!"

Horseshoe stepped on the gravel road. Zelin found the opportunity, he jumped up, and deftly knocked the soldier off the saddle. The soldier fell down and rolled on the ground several times. Before he got up, he just sat up and was kicked severely in the head, and lay back on the ground again. The other two soldiers tightened their reins, turned their horses' heads, and swung their swords toward the demon hunter.

Zelin raised his hand and drew out the rune of the Axifa Seal. The effect of this Seal on the people of Saidas was not so obvious, but it was enough to scare the horses. The docile mount suddenly stood upright and overturned the cavalry on its back to the ground. The demon hunter walked over, and the soldier stood up and swung a sword. Zelin easily escaped the blow, grabbed the soldier's wrist and twisted it hard, the soldier screamed, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground. Then he received several punches in the face, and the sharp pain from the bridge of his nose directly made him faint.

There was no sound of other chasers nearby, Zelin sighed and looked at the two soldiers who fell unconscious on the ground.

"I hope this will clear your mind."

The first thousand and sixty-four chapters, the master of horse training Dennett

Not far from the battlefield, Zelin found his horse.

In fact, a local farmer in the Hinterland helped him find it. The horse escaped in the melee and did not stop until the far west side of the avenue.

Dennett manages a huge farm, just like the other farmers in Ferrellden. The farms in this kingdom are nicknamed Freeland because the land is completely managed by the families who have lived and worked here for generations. Residents of nearby villages will work and serve on the farm to earn remuneration, and can freely come and go as the farmer pleases. If there is an invasion, the family members will be armed to defend their farm.

"This is your horse? I heard the sound of fighting from the east."

"Yes, if you look for the saddle strap, you can still find a sword on the left side of the saddle bag."

After getting rid of the Templar knights, Zelin chased after the horses in the direction they were running away. The horse hit an arrow, leaving blood stains in some places. It's hidden, but it can't hide from the eyes of the demon hunter. When he walked out of the woodland and came to another stream, he happened to see a man in a light yellow linen shirt helping his horse take down arrows. Fortunately, the horse did not run far. The silver sword of the demon hunter and many materials and potions were placed in the saddle bag. When the attack occurred, he had not had time to get the things out.

"Indeed, I first thought that this was the horse of the Templars killed by the wizard. Recently, a group of Templars camped on the **** across the river."

Dennett had a dark brown beard, a pale yellow jacket and brown pants, and his riding boots had dirt. Like other standard Ferelden people, he believes in Andristerism, but also believes in animism, and his shirt is decorated with creature spirits. The Androste Church in this world did not choose to eliminate other beliefs, but simply emphasized that people believe that the status of the Creator is above the gods they worshiped in the past.

"I passed by here. I planned to stay in Red Cliff for a day, and then went to Lorzelin to the east, but I just met the conflict between the Templars and the mages." Zelin said helplessly, "They are really crazy, they have already started. Attack refugees and travelers."

"The mage is trying to kill the Templars, and the Templars are trying their best to kill any wizards they see." Dennett sighed. "This is not news anymore. This is a good horse. It’s not like Ferrerdon’s horse. Are you here from Oles?"

"No, I'm from Huishuang Mountain, the hermit town of Huishuang Mountain. Have you heard of it? His Excellency is calling a peace conference. I thought the Templars and wizards outside should have stopped for a while before I bought a horse from there. I plan to go to Lorzelin, or go to the capital, Dunlim.” Zelin naturally said the reason he had thought of only a few seconds ago. “As a result, I ran into trouble when I got here.”

"Peace meeting? This is the best news I have heard these days." Dennett carefully looked at the demon hunter's mount. "Traveller, you can rest on my farm. According to my experience, you It's best to let your mount cultivate for a few days. This is a good horse, but the arrow shot is very deep. If you are on the road now, it is likely to make this good horse worse."

Dennett is very good at raising horses and training horses. He is a famous horse training master here. Standing on his farm, Zelin saw a large piece of land on the left side of his lane, with stables built on it.