The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The demon hunter recalled a little in his mind, and the name gradually overlapped with a tall and heroic man who wielded a two-handed sword.

"The mercenary captain?"

Claudia slapped her hands. "Yes, it's him. I think you should have forgotten it."

"The events of the few months five years ago are really fresh in the memory." Zelin spread his hands. He didn't lie in this regard. What happened in another world was short-lived compared to the years he had experienced. , But everything is impressive. "After all, people who fought together, how could I forget it so quickly."

"He will arrange for someone to **** you to the port of Bari, where the person in charge of the port is a friend of the Brotherhood. Boarding the boat from Bari, he can arrange a boat to Constantinople for you."

"I've traveled so many places, and I haven't encountered a path that requires a guard to walk."

Zelin didn't want others to follow him along the way. Whether it is a ghost horse or Francesca’s teleportation aid, it is much faster than riding an ordinary horse. If there are other people, it is not convenient for him to do so. Claudia's idea was good, but it was a lot of trouble for Zelin.

Claudia frowned slightly. "Barry does not have a direct ship to Constantinople. If Barto goes, you can ask the person in charge there to arrange a clipper for you in the name of the Brotherhood."

Zelin didn't know where Francesca would tell him the specific location in the end, but according to the elf warlock's inference, it should not be located too far away, otherwise it would be impossible for anything to come across half of the world. Affect the portal, unless there is a group of spellcasters using the medium to perform magic rituals, and this world is obviously a place where no magic and spellcasters exist. Aegean Sea, Balkan Peninsula, as far as Asia Minor Peninsula. But last night, Zelin thought of an interesting thing-Xili should have been in this world.

In the illusion of a fairy in the lake, he had seen the plague port of another world that Ciri had arrived at, Genoa, which was a city not far from Rome. Of course, Genoa here is not infected with the plague, and there is no sign of being swallowed by the plague.

"Well, if a Clippers can be arranged, then I have no problem."

"Quick boat, take that letter, don't fall into the sea halfway."

At noon that day, when Zelin was riding a red-brown horse and squeezed out the gate of Rome against the crowd entering the city, a cavalry team of fifteen members was already waiting on the hillside outside the gate. After seeing the distinctive leather armor of the Demon Hunter, Bartomello, with a beard on his horse, sat upright on his horse and waved to Zelin.

The mercenary captain already has three children. Although he no longer takes his mercenary team out to fight often, his mercenary team has become stronger and stronger over the years. The last time he came to Rome At that time, Barto's men couldn't make up the cuirassiers at all, otherwise the battle with Caesar Pogia in front of the Roman gate would not be so difficult.

Among the people I knew in the past, the mercenary captain has gotten out of his dangerous job and began to focus on the card game and his family. Leonardo da Vinci has a new funder in Milan, Machiavelli. Still running around Italy, France and the Papal States, and began to write a book called "The Monarchy", only Madame Catalina died of pneumonia three years ago.

The journey to Bari logically took ten days, but with everyone on horseback, Zelin shortened the journey to seven days as much as possible. The hills of Naples and the many Shichi villages on the side of the road gradually moved away during their journey. Bartomello chose the camping place very carefully. It seems that the days after his marriage did not wear off his vigilance and tension. They are always paying attention to the wind and grass everywhere, although after the defeat of the Pokiah family, there is no longer any Templar power on the Apennines, but no assassin will feel relaxed about this.

The power of the Knights Templar and the Brotherhood of Assassins is spread all over the world, and no one can easily remove them. After more contact, the demon hunter discovered that this was definitely not as simple as the battle between the two families in his past impressions.

On the morning of the seventh day, they saw the curve of the masts of different heights in the morning fog in the port of Bari Port.

He didn't waste the past few days. He walked through the southern part of the Apennine Peninsula, and the elf was sure that what he was looking for was not here. Now he can only hope that the thing will not be in the Aegean Sea or the Adriatic Sea.

The person in charge of the port of Bari is a man wearing a crimson vest and a light yellow bowler hat. Beer and bacon left him with a big belly. The person in charge is very warm to the guests of the Brotherhood. They are in Bari. After a day’s stay, a brig was arranged in the port, a vessel carrying light cargo. It was very fast, and it was estimated that it would not take long before he could see the land on the other side.

Bartolomeo didn’t notice what Zelin was thinking. He enthusiastically hugged and bid farewell to the demon hunter, and gave him a book on the history of the Brotherhood, which also recorded some information about him. Destination, something that happened in the past on the Peninsula of Asia Minor. The logo of the Brotherhood is printed on the cover of the book.

"This is a book given to me by Ezio's father Giovanni when I first came into contact with the Brotherhood. If you go to the East for the first time, this book can help you, but I know the Constantinople brothers Yousef, the person in charge of the meeting, is a good person. Don't worry about not knowing what to do when you get there. He will definitely tell you."

Zelin lowered his eyes to look at some old leather books in his hands, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

"Thank you for the book, I can be sure, it will definitely help a lot."

The sailor's urging sound came from the ship's deck at the berth behind, and Zelin waved his hand to Bartolomeo.

"Farewell."

"Goodbye."

The first thousand two hundred and forty-five chapters of the Mediterranean Sea

With the breeze blowing, Ze Lin lay on the tabletop, looking at the white seagulls falling on the cabin window.

I have to say that the feeling of riding a boat on the ocean is completely different from riding a river boat. He is not the only passenger on this ship, but he is considered the best passenger. Listening to the vomiting sound of a ghost crying and howling wolf not far away, the demon hunter sighed lightly and reopened the book used to relieve boredom on the road.

With its full sails, the brig sailed forward at full speed with the help of the wind, separating the light blue sea like a bread-cutting knife. The sea is calm and there are no clouds, which is a good weather for travel. The wind is not small, and most passengers stay in the cabin for shelter. Zelin was a little wondering if someone was helping him. It was a good wind for several days in a row. Yesterday the captain said optimistically that if such weather continues, he can arrive in Constantinople several days in advance.

Sitting in a chair fixed on the wooden floor, Zelin changed to a more comfortable posture. The cabin is very small, with only a hard bed that allows him to lie down barely. But it’s better to be able to lie on a hard bed than those sailors outside lying on a swaying hammock.

According to the book, it is estimated that they will be able to arrive close to Athens soon. The city is now under the rule of the Ottoman governor. If he remembers correctly, the ship’s destination, Constantinople, is the capital of the Ottoman country. Although sixty years ago, it seemed to belong to an empire called Rome. Zelin felt very strange about this. There was also an empire called Rome in this world, but it perished sixty years ago. Some people call it Rome, some people call it Byzantium. The demon hunter took this incident and talked to several passengers on the ship. They didn’t feel much about the Byzantine Empire with only one or two cities left, but there was a man carrying it on his chest. The man on the cross told Zelin that he should go to the Holy Roman Empire, but this was ridiculed by a Greek on the ship.

"Are you sure the location is still further east, right?"

"Yes, you really had good luck. I thought I would be on the peninsula, or on an uninhabited island in this sea."

In addition to reading, he still has a chance to chat. The ship did not choose to go along the coastline, so although it is not safe, it can reach the destination faster and minimize the time of drifting at sea. Francesca has been carrying out detection work. The longer the time since the portal is opened, the less chaotic energy can be detected. The world itself does not have the power of chaos. The last time Zelin's badge could find magic items for directional navigation, it was because he was standing at a distance of only ten meters away from the magic items. As for this time, he didn't believe that he could go to what he needed every time.

"Keep going east, can you roughly figure out what I'm looking for?"

"I can only tell you that it is a rectangular flat object with some runes engraved on it. You know those runes, and the knowledge of runes used in our world is the same."

"That's good, it's better than stepping on from above without realizing it... what sound?"

The bell on the deck interrupted Zelin's thoughts. He turned his head and looked at the upper deck strangely. He knows when the ship will ring the bell, that is, when the meal is open, no one wants to annoy the chef on the ship, so even if it doesn’t ring the bell, the sailors will line up in an orderly way to receive their food——- It's mostly crusty bread and a few spoonfuls of peas, and a small piece of weird food that mixes pork and flour. Fortunately, Zelin had some food on his own, and he didn't need to eat those strange foods made from pork, beef or rat meat.

"What's the matter?"

A damp to moldy odor permeated the cabin, and this odor would not temporarily disappear until at least the ship's docked sailors cleared the rough cabin. Four sailors ran in front of him. He caught a passenger who had just got off the deck. The man's face was pale, the corners of his mouth still had unwiped vomit, and his white shirt had been stained yellowish with sweat. .

"I hear the ringtone?"

"Hiding in the ship, there is a Berber pirate ship approaching in the distance."

Pirates, no matter what kind of world they are, some professions are the same. Zelin frowned slightly, the passenger shook his head, walked past him and returned to his cabin. For people like them who cannot fight, hiding in the cabin to leave enough space for sailors who can fight is the wisest choice. Zelin walked up the deck against the flow of people walking down the steps down the cabin. Seven or eight sailors had picked up their rapiers and scimitars. More than a dozen sailors ran to the side of the ship with guns in their hands, sitting behind them, relying on the cover of the ship's sides, and began to pour gunpowder into the barrels. Seeing this, Zelin shook his head slightly. The efficiency of the musket was too low. It might be used for the first attack, but afterwards it was not as effective as the bow and arrow. Black smoke rose from the mast of the ship, and a sailor climbed to the observation deck above and lit a firework to warn the nearby sea of ​​their encounter with pirates.

"Passengers all go down, don't mess up on it." When the dark-skinned first officer saw Zelin coming up and looking towards the sea, he immediately walked over and waved his large, cocooned hand. "Go down, go down, it's very windy here, we're going to throw that ship away, stay away from the ship's side, if you fall, we won't stop the boat."

"I have dealt with many enemies like pirates. I have a sword and should be able to help. If this ship is gone, I can't swim to Constantinople by myself."

"If you think your sword can be used, stay here."

The sea breeze is strong, and the distance between ships is shrinking. The captain controls the direction of the ship, making sure that he is in a downwind direction as much as possible. But even so, the distance between the two ships is still getting smaller and smaller. Zelin stared at the brig with a black flag on the mast not far away. The waves made the two ships undulate, and he could only see the sunlight reflected by the blades on the bow.

Suddenly, the ship began to turn, and someone began to yell at the northern sea.

"It's a Venetian ship!"

To the north of this ship, a new ship appeared, a three-masted ship, which was slowly moving to this side, facing the wind direction diagonally. The pirate ship tracking behind turned around and moved towards the right side of the dhow. .

"It's a patrol boat in Venice. These Berbers are going to escape. Ha! Good luck!" The first officer said happily, but when he turned his head, he found that Zelin snapped his fingers in front of him, and then pointed. The direction the pirate ship is heading.

"Look there."

On the other side of the sea, a new black flag appeared.

"They look like they are going to grab the two ships together?"

"These Berber lunatics, do they think there is gold on this ship!" The chief officer said angrily. They didn't want to face a battle, but the captain who was at the helm had already given an order to prepare for the battle.

"Protect your life, guest! We're going to fight, it's really unlucky!"

"Yeah, someone is going to be unlucky today."

The first thousand two hundred and forty-six chapters of the sea of ​​fire