The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"It's March 9th, 40th Year of the Flying Dragon." Dorian said from the side. "They revised it for nearly two months? This is more troublesome than we expected."

Kopaniya sighed weakly, "The magic of the Devantes... is destroying us... They are corroding us with things. I don't know what that is... but someone has changed."

Fiona took a deep breath and rubbed her head. She is the chief wizard, and soon recovered from the impact of this kind of thing. Just a stranger suddenly appeared, telling her these things is naturally difficult for people to believe, but now that her assistant and evidence are in front of her, she can't help but believe it.

"If it's normal, I will need a period of time to calm down. This sounds unbelievable. What has happened in these two months? What are the Devants planning to do?!"

Zelin roughly explained to the chief wizard what had happened these days, but before he could finish speaking, there was the sound of soldiers running in the corridor outside.

"They're here." Dorian took off his staff. "They must have discovered what's in the dungeon."

"The number of them is not large. We must summon all the mages." Zelin drew out the sword. "I guess they will act in advance."

Four armed Derfant slaves rushed in. When they saw other people inside, the soldier in the front was stunned. The next moment, he turned into an ice sculpture. The chief wizard who was ready raised her hand, and her spell was faster than everyone else's. Zelin immediately raised his hand, and an Alderfa seal hit the front ice sculpture, and the ice was shattered and smashed like raindrops on the three soldiers behind. Dorian waved his staff and hit the soldiers' heads one by one. In the blink of an eye, there were four more corpses on the ground.

"Let's get out of here, hurry up!"

"Yes, and we need a quiet place. I used to be the guardian of the gray robe. I know how to deal with rot, Kopaniya, don't leave it to me..."

"I now... just want revenge."

"Stop talking, let's go to Chiyan Village." Zelin looked at the village below through the window. "The group of Devantes are summoning wizards!"

Chapter One Hundred and Seventeenth Warriors of Justice

"What's the matter?"

The mages were gradually gathering on the pier from all directions. They were walking in twos and threes. Some of them were still yawning, or whispering to each other if they knew why they were called. The faces of most mages were confused, but some were nervous, or even fearful. They hated the fear of the Dervants, but some were expressionless, and they were not accompanied by their fellow mages. They stood directly in Germany. Fante's side.

Tarvin is one of those people who feel nervous.

He knows something, and now there is an uncomfortable sense of tension everywhere here. Is there anything that needs to call them together early in the morning? Tarvin heard a little whisper, and many wizards wondered if the Knights Templar had already entered the Hinterlands and wanted to attack Red Cliff. Although he is willing to believe in the words of the messenger of the Trial Church, not many people can calm down on this kind of life-related matters.

"Calm down, friend." Tarvin said to the enchanter Elliott who asked him in a low voice. He is just an enchanter, but in the Holy Spell War, everyone is affected, whether it is an enchanter, a spell apprentice or a serene person. "Calm down, but be prepared. I am worried that our threat may not come from the Templars." "

He doesn't know what happened, but now is not the time to panic.

"In addition to the Templars, who else can threaten us?" The enchanter's face is full of sorrow. The dark blue of the traditional mage's robe has faded in the wind and sun, and the clothes have not been washed for a while. Stained with dust "There are... some people say that we should join the Devant, otherwise we will be forced to accept the serenity ritual when we return to the circle of law."

He looked at a man standing not far away. Among all the anxiety, tension and anxiety, he is the only one who appears calm and stable. This is not because the person is confident, or the mana is strong and does not need to worry about himself at all. In fact, no matter when, the tranquil person will not have emotional fluctuations. Even if someone is going to kill them in the next second, they won't have any fear. The emotions of the quiet have disappeared, anger, fear, joy, and sorrow, their souls are like a piece of white paper, pure but white to make people feel chilling. Even if someone killed his closest person, Serenity would not show any anger or sadness.

"I don't like this." The enchanter had a cold war. No one wants to be close to the Serenity, which seems to remind them all the time what will happen to the apostate mage after being caught. This Serenity was brought by a friend of his when he was escaping from the slaughter ring, but his friend died in a valley in the southern part of the Hinterlands some time ago.

"Don't worry, we will definitely not accept any quiet rituals." Tarvin watched as more and more mages gathered together, "It's better to die than to accept the quiet ritual. Hey, here they are."

The **** above the pier is directly connected to the castle. When Alex walked down with more than a dozen servant soldiers and several Derfant mages, almost all the mages were looking in that direction. Compared with the refuge mages in Hongya, the mages from the imperial kingdom are dressed in luxurious and bright, neat clothes and polished boots, just like a nobleman standing in a group of refugees.

Suddenly, Tarvin felt someone tap his shoulder from behind.

"Elliott, we..."

"It's me."

Most of the face of the demon hunter is hidden under the hood. Many wizards do not wear traditional spell robes. Among the various robes and cloaks, the brown cloak of the demon hunter is not conspicuous at all.

"What happened?" Tarvin lowered his voice. In the distance, the Alex Magister and two other Derfant mages had already walked onto a high platform by the pier. It used to be the place where the lord used to announce orders to the people, and now the flag of Devant is also hung.

"They tried to assassinate the chief wizard." Hearing these words, Tarvin's face suddenly turned pale, but the following words made him a little relieved. "But they failed. The chief wizard is still alive and out of danger, De The Fante people blocked the road from the castle to Chiyan Village. They may be a step late to show up. Tell me, how many colleagues can you contact now who are willing to deal with Defante?"

"Fifteen...should there be seventeen, right? Many people don't want to offend the Devants."

Indeed, compared with the Templars, these Dervants, who are also mages, can be more supportive of these bewildered apostate mages. After all, the Templars’ past slaughter of magic rings only lasted three years. In the past, three years were not enough to make them forget these things. However, from the experience of Kopaniya, it is clear that the Devantes did not come to Red Cliff for the purpose of recruiting mages.

"Get them ready."

"What?" Tarvin raised his eyebrows in surprise. "What are you going to do today?"

"Let the mages of Red Cliff get out of the dangerous situation." Zelin patted Tarvin on the shoulder and motioned for him to relax. "Hurry up, the chief mages will be here soon."

On the high platform, Alex opened his arms to signal the crowd who was whispering below to calm down.

"I am the Magister Glien Alex!" The Magister's gaze swept across the crowd. "I came with kindness and help. I should have discussed with the chief wizard who led you, but your chief wizard is not now I am willing to hold talks with me to agree on the terms of the cooperation agreement. Early this morning, I received a bad news that made me have to replace the chief wizard who was unwilling to come out and warn you!"

The wizards listened quietly, there was silence on the dock, and everyone held their breath, waiting for what Alex's warning was. The cold wind blew the corner of the mage's clothes and moved the river.

"The Knights Templar have entered the Hinterlands. They are joining Ferrelldon's army and are preparing to attack Red Cliff!"

The mages below suddenly exploded. Some people doubted the accuracy of the news, while others questioned why it was not the chief wizard who came to announce to them. However, more people fell into a panic. They themselves fled here. Red The walls of the cliff gave them a chance to breathe before the peace meeting, but it never meant that they were safe. Alex looked at the effect of his words with satisfaction, but he didn't notice that several wizards were leaving the venue taking advantage of the chaos.

After a while, the Magister raised his hand again to signal everyone to be quiet. The riots gradually calmed down, and only the sound of the river hitting the shore was left on the dock.

"I hope you can rest assured that regardless of whether we have signed the contract or not, Devant will promise to stay and protect you. I hope that from today, we will immediately begin the preparation of Red Cliff. I hope you can join us temporarily, at least to block the temple. The Knights’ attack can talk about the next thing."

"Where is the chief wizard??!"

A mage below shouted loudly.

"Your chief wizard is unwilling to discuss anything with me or come out and announce it to you. I can't wait any longer, otherwise we will wait until the Templars knock on the door of Red Cliff. We are still working on the corners of some terms. Arguing endlessly.” Alex raised his voice, and the Magister paced back and forth on the high platform. “I don’t want to continue to procrastinate. Your Excellency Fiona is unwilling to sign an agreement. I will show my goodwill to the best of my ability and help you fight. Templars. We are all mages, and we should help each other."

"Why the chief wizard is not willing to come out?"

Another mage asked, "She led us against the Templars for so long, how could she abandon us at this time?"

Alex showed a slightly impatient expression, "Your sorceress is not willing to sign an agreement..."

"Because you are a liar! Alex!"

The crowd turned their heads, and saw Archmage Fiona standing on the road leading to the pier from the tavern, with several people standing beside her, as well as Kopanya who was already able to stand up. The assistant still looked so haggard, but his eyes were full of anger when he looked at the Magister. Dorian didn't show up, but Zelin knew he was hiding in the dark to observe the situation here.

"You deceived everyone! You ruined us!" Fiona pointed to Kopanya next to her, and the corroded marks on the assistant's arm and side face were clearly visible. The demon hunter took a deep breath when he heard a wizard. Many wizards came from the magic ring of Ferrellden. The damage caused by the Darkborn Army and Darkborn Rot from ten years ago is still fresh in some people’s memory." You are just planning to treat us as your experiment and blood magic sacrifice! Your words are all lies, the Holy War is over, you just want us to continue to work for your purposes!"

Alex didn't show a panic or unexpected expression, he smiled naturally. It's just that Zelin noticed that some mages in the mage group who have been silent are moving quietly.

"I've been thinking about why you refused to cooperate with us. When facing the pressure of the Templar army, you still insisted. Now I understand." Alex reached out and pointed to Fiona. "I want to be with It’s not difficult for the church to reach a surrender agreement in private. By betraying these people who follow you, you can surrender to the church and guarantee your own status after the war is over."

"You are just sophistry, Alex, as long as we let our people go out of the Red Cliffs and go to the village outside the city wall, and ask any villager to ask, we will know who is right!" Fiona subconsciously shook hands. Gave a handshake, but her staff was gone. She didn't know where the staff went, or how the injuries on her body and clothes came from, but Zelin could roughly guess that she wanted to forcibly subdue a high-level wizard and change her time. It's definitely not. An easy thing.

"Why don't I dare, do you think I don't know the Templars and church associates you are ambushing outside?"

Alex still didn't panic.

Suddenly, Zelin heard footsteps. A woman with blond hair, wearing a traditional mage robes and a gloomy face was walking from the crowd. A glimmer of light appeared between her clenched fingers.

"Be careful!"

With the demon hunter's hand resting on the hilt of the sword, the woman rushed out, and the dagger popped out of her fingers.

"Go to hell! The running dog of the church!"