The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The half-murloc pierced by the silver sword died, and Zelin kicked it away with all his strength. Holding the ebony blade in his left hand, he stopped the enemy's attack, drew a silver sword with his right hand, and slashed at the oncoming catfish monster with his backhand. This sword is cut out of nowhere, but it doesn't seem to require too many moves to deal with this monster. It can be accurate and quick. The silver sword cut open the waist of the first monster, from left to right, and then moved upward, splitting the chest of the second monster.

"You solve the monsters behind, we have to find a way to stand out! Go inland and get out of here."

The murloc came from Lake Vizima, and the fire here should have alarmed the soldiers on the embankment not far away. Zelin fights the half-murloc, but he won't be dazzled by the blood coming up, calmness is the most important thing. He can continue to fight, but the villagers here may not.

"They are too many!"

"I will figure out a way to draw them away." If he can draw the attention of these half-murlocs to himself, he has enough ways to deal with the enemy. Whether it is looking for helpers in another world, or bombs, traps, or riding on a ghost horse with a crossbow to attack the enemy. To protect the villagers, he could not leave the inn with every step, but let his battles be restrained. He has targeted the Dagon priest who had just cast a spell on the hillside. It seems to be commanding these half-murlocs, and attacking it should draw the enemy's attention.

"You have a horse here, right? Give me a horse."

"Horse? We don't raise horses. We are all fishermen or cows."

"Then what sound is this?"

Zelin heard the neigh of the horse, and for the third time, he was pretty sure that he heard it. At the beginning, the sound seemed to come from a long distance, like an auditory hallucination. The second time he heard it clearly, it was the sound of horseshoes, and now he heard it again. Half-murlocs can't ride horses, just like humans can't ride on fish.

The half-murlocs who were rushing towards the muddy village exploded, and the humans also let out a cry of surprise.

On the other side of the hillside, a heavily armed knight appeared. The knight's lance was raised high, the night wind blew away the dark clouds, and the top of the lance reflected the dazzling moonlight. The knight was far away, and Zelin could barely see clearly that the knight was wearing no armor from this era, and there was also a light green fluorescence that would never be found on ordinary armor.

The knight held his lance and rushed to the half-murloc from the other side of the hillside with unstoppable force. There is only one knight, but it seems that there are hundreds of knights attacking the half-murloc at the same time, and the ground rumbling under the footsteps of iron hoofs.

Zelin swung his sword and chopped down a fisheye monster in front of him. The villagers picked up the matches on the ground and threw them at the half-murloc.

The knight crashed into the half-murloc, and the demon hunter did not see that the charging horse was slowed down by the enemy in front of him. This was like a water surface separated by a clipper. Behind the knight, only seven and eight were left behind. Falling, falling to the ground or being trampled directly into the corpse in the mud. The knight attacked back and forth three times, and each time, he seemed to be overwhelmed by the enemy, but the knight's figure was so illusory, all his attacks were like hitting the air, and he couldn't hurt it at all.

The remaining villagers rushed out of the inn holding pitchforks, hatchets, and sickles, past the fallen corpses in a circle, and attacked the half-murloc who had been caught off guard by the unexpected blow. In the blink of an eye, the half-murlocs pushing in front of the door and the outer wall were pushed to the ground and stabbed to death.

"Goddess, knight." The half-murloc priest also walked out, muttering a few words in the language of its own race. "Wicky Morobull."

"Holy Grail Knight?" Zelin remembered the legend of the past, the legend of the Holy Grail Knight had been circulated in this land when he was a child. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw the knight on the hillside raising his spear, and there was a half-murloc corpse hanging from the spear, who was the priest of Dagon. "It's over... so fast."

The half-fish people fled and fled in the moonlight.

The attack was just like at the beginning, and the effort was over in an instant.

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After the leader was killed, the half-murloc driven by the priest of Dagon quickly escaped and disappeared in the Lake Vizima not far away.

The villagers cheered to the holy grail knight on the hillside.

The knight quickly disappeared into the night, and no one was destined to sleep tonight.

The villagers’ losses were not small. Not only did they lose the inn, they also lost several friends and relatives, and many more fell into a coma due to serious injuries. The situation in the village is not much better. The demon hunter left some coins. He didn't carry too many gold coins with him, but the money could at least help them rebuild the village and tide over the difficulties. However, there was also a Dryad named Naad who appeared with the Knights of the Holy Grail. The healing magic of the Dryad can help those injured quickly recover. The rest should be fine.

"Wicky Morobull, here."

After the murloc priest thanked the villagers here, he walked to the demon hunter with his cane. Zelin was using Alderfayin to extinguish the flames near the hotel to prevent the fire from igniting the entire hillside. The corpses on the ground have not been cleaned up. Fortunately, the inn and the village are located on both sides of the hillside. When the inn was attacked, the village was still intact. Their homes were not damaged in this conflict, and it is estimated that it will take some time for the half-murloc corpses to be cleaned up before the wounded are placed.

"What's the matter?"

"The followers of Dagon flee, they won't gather so quickly. You can go and meet, Goddess. I'm going back."

"Where to go?"

"The altar, my duty is to maintain the altar." The half-murloc priest staggered towards the dirt road outside the village. "I hope you can find the answer you want."

The answer.

Indeed, he needs an answer.

Why he was attacked like this? There are only a few dozen households in this village, but there are almost three hundred and a half murlocs to attack. Is it just to catch a priest, or to turn this village into a village that worships the Lord of Water, just like the craftsman village on the east side of Vizima Lake, known as the Pottery Village? Zelin had heard of this village in Vizima. Everyone in the village looked neurotic, united and closed. Fortunately, the followers of the Water King did not have strong offensiveness and would feel at ease when faced with tax collectors. Pay taxes, so the faith of the Lord of Water is not classified as an evil faith like the Omen God.

But this does not require so many armed half-murlocs at all.

Considering the attack on him before coming here, this is obviously not a coincidence.

The plague did not come from a half-murloc society, but it seems to be inextricably linked to the half-murloc. He wants to continue to investigate, maybe someone can give him an answer.

Zelin stayed in the village until the next morning. The half fish never appeared again. The demon hunter dealt with the wound on his body by the way. The sleeve of his left arm was cut open, leaving a knife wound across his forearm. Treant's healing magic is very effective, almost comparable to the effect of the white Lafada potion. Naiad came from Brokley's Forest. Listening to her words, the fairy in the lake seems to also appear in the magic lake in Brokley's Forest.

In the past, Zelin and Francesca took Foltest hope to resolve the border dispute between humans and tree spirits near the forest through negotiations. Naiad was sent over to contact the humans here, and brought a reply from the Dryad Queen. But before coming back, she was asked to come near Nidi Village first.

After confirming that no new murlocs would attack, Zelin left the muddy village and headed to the lake to the north.

The altar of the fairy in the lake had been cleaned up. When Zelin walked to the place where the ferry was supposed to be, he noticed that there were fireworks in the fisherman king's cabin. The white-haired, wrinkled fisherman king was sitting in front of the cabin, chopping wood.

"The fisherman king?"

The fisherman king raised his head slightly, then lowered his head again, and with a click, an axe split the wood in front of him.

"It was you last night, right?"

The fisherman king took another piece of wood from the side and split it again. The short, stocky man murmured for a while, as if this was responding to the demon hunter's words.

"Where did you come back from?"

He scratched his head which was overgrown with curly hair like a sheep, and made a vague sound. This is really beyond the scope of the demon hunter's comprehension ability, even if he is a half-murloc language, he understands a few syllables and characters.

"Uh, okay." Zelin rubbed the tip of his nose, and the morning wind was a bit cold. "I guess the goddess is already on Black Seagull Island, right?"

It was so obvious that the man didn't even bother to hum in response.

"The last time I met you, I wanted to ask, are you dumb?"

The fisherman king raised his head and cleared his throat. "You young man, just because I don't want to talk, you define me as dumb. What a rude behavior. People are always so impetuous, just because they see some signs, they make malicious guesses at will."

"Well, I apologize to you. I want to go to Black Seagull Island."

Strangely speaking, judging from the distance of the last boat ride, the island is not far from the shore. But Zelin was standing on the shore but saw a cloud of mist, and he could only reach the island through the fisherman king's canoe.

"Um..."

The fisherman king stood up, patted his clothes, and walked towards the shore. He walked to the ferry and put away the fishing nets. There was nothing in the fishing net. He picked up the fishing rod. There was no bait on the fishing rod, let alone any catch. The brass fish hook shone with a faint light in the morning sun. The fisherman king muttered for a while, he looked down at the lake, and when Zelin thought he was too mad because of something, he bent down and put the fish hook in the water again.

The demon hunter didn't ask why this was because there were so many incredible things in this world. As in the past, he walked on the ferry, and the fisherman king propped the boat to the mist in the lake. The oar frame creaked and the oars splashed with crystal clear water. Before long, the mist on the distant horizontal surface quickly dissipated, and the outline of an island gradually appeared in front of the demon hunters, and then the obelisk on the dome tower on the island appeared. The waves roared and churned out foam, forming a vortex at the stern of the ship. They were less than a hundred meters away from the lake, and they reached the shore in a blink of an eye.

The boat rushed to the beach, and Zelin shook under the influence of inertia. He took a deep breath, jumped out of the canoe, and stepped on the soft sand with his boots. Not far from the pond full of lotus leaves, the pale green skinned beauty was sitting sideways on the rock next to it.

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"I come to you for help, goddess."

"I know you will come, I saw you." The fairy in the lake slowly stood up from the pond, and water droplets flowed down the pale green skin. "Plague, you did come here. Come here and I will show you. Some things, time is still on our side for the time being."

The fairy in the lake walked towards the other end of the lotus leaf pond. Ze Lin looked down and followed the edge of the pond around a bend.