The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The winter of 1268 was extremely cold.

The cold wind from the far north swept across the entire north, and the Ponta River was once again covered by ice after a lapse of more than 20 years. But this cold wind did not extinguish people’s enthusiasm, or blow the king’s ambitions. In the early days of the North-South War, Kodwin, who signed an agreement with Nilfgaard, and the men in black from the south divided Aden and Heng together. King Seth got rich Upper Aden and included half of the Ponta River into his own land. It was not until a peace agreement was signed that he was forced to spit out the swallowed fat again.

Now, this brown bear-like king is coming back together with the cold wind going south.

"Their army will block bridges and piers, but before the battle begins, they will not embarrass a passing demon hunter. Perhaps their camp is being infested by scavengers, and they are desperately in need of a demon hunter to prevent monsters from taking them. Towed away by the patrol."

This kind of war really makes people feel accustomed to it. They will let the farmers leave the fields, stuff them with weapons, let them wear helmets, supervised by the knight master, stand in rows on the battlefield, and order them to rush forward. After leaving a few hundred corpses and burning one or two villages, they will retreat, and then resolve the problem at the negotiating table based on the performance of their respective armies.

"I don't think so. Hensett has mobilized an army of 6,000 men, of which there are 1,000 knights. He has almost gathered all the knights in the country. This time he is probably bound to win." Francis Kahe Reading the book, fingers tapped rhythmically on the round wooden table. "And Hensett also has some ideas about the Floating Port area and the Fortified City, but he can't declare war on the two countries at the same time, otherwise he will die ugly."

Although the war is about to begin again, Zelin is not worried, because in this place where the Demon Hunter’s Castle is located, apart from many human-faced demon birds nesting here, the mountain stream never knows how many Anderlagers and evil ghosts are there. Besides, there is no value. No army commander would foolishly send his troops here. The last attack of the White Rose Knights has proved that the attack on this castle is meaningless except for a bunch of meaningless casualties. In fact, in these hundreds of years of history, the only time the Demon Hunter headquarters was attacked was from the warlock, and now they have been split into three parts: Eritusa Academy, Sorcerer's Hall, and Ben Ade The Academy, the sorcerer sect that was able to contaminate the entire north in the past no longer exists.

"I don't think your female colleagues will sit back and watch Hunsett succeed while eating nuts?"

"Yes, they think that the result of this invasion must be Kodwin's victory, and swallowing half of Aden will allow Kodwin to break the balance of power in the north after the war." The wizard warlock yawned and continued. . "They didn't tell me the plan, I concealed a lot from them, and they didn't believe me that much. But it's not important. I don't care about the magic. I joined the Sorcerer's Assembly because it allows our race to be in the north. Gain an advantage, and they want the support of the wizard mage. Now there is one more item, and they also hope to use me to understand your movements."

Zelin said jokingly. "Then they really found someone I can't refuse."

Francesca chuckled and waved her hands. "I want to know what you say when you are with other people. Okay, Ida always says that my behavior is more and more like a human being. Maybe I should go back to the Blue Mountains to live for a while? Someday you really make me human. You went to Kyle Morhan because of wild hunting, right?"

"Yes." Zelin nodded. The silver-white moonlight outside the window is like silk, and the cavalry that spans the night sky is more dangerous than the howling strange birds and griffon beasts. Since Geralt disappeared behind the portal after chasing wild hunts on Apple Tree Island, Zelin has not heard anything about him now. "I heard George say that wild hunting has appeared several times recently. I don't know what they want to do, but I don't think they came to this world just to catch a few humans and elves."

As he said, the demon hunter was holding a note on the desktop with three lines of small characters written on it, which was the news that other demon hunters had heard and saw when they passed the castle.

On September 13, 1268, wild hunting appeared in the Hydra Canyon. There are traces of the Queen of Strange Demon in the canyon. It is recommended to be careful.

On October 15, someone witnessed wild hunting in Bruges. The city of Bruges was attacked by three bat-winged brain devils, killing 37 people.

On November 23, wild hunting swept across the ice water village of the Hinterlands. Thirteen children disappeared. Except for one half-elf, all the rest were human children. Their parents had long been unable to give birth to their children. Hope. Five strong ghouls attacked the village and have been wiped out.

Zelin didn't know whether wild hunting was a harbinger of war, but their appearance would always be accompanied by various monsters.

"At least we have to figure out a way. If wild hunting will attack us next time, we must not be caught off guard." The encounter on Apple Tree Island made Zelin's memory still fresh, and the traces of this group of wild hunts were unpredictable. It's too late to prepare when the cold wind screams.

"Relax, I set up some magic runes in your castle. If there are any signs of portal opening nearby, I will know as soon as possible and then inform you. As far as I know, Ayn El’s teleportation magic is not unprepared Time, especially the large-scale magic that transported an army over." The elf waved his hand gently, without a trace of tension. She took off the gauze draped on her shoulders and hung it on a nearby wooden rack. When she turned her head, her gaze stayed on the desk where the demon hunter was holding various papers, "Where is the tea I just made?"

Francesca suddenly found that the cup that had been placed next to Zelin was missing.

"Tea cup? Don't worry, let's rest, it's getting late..."

"No, it took me one night to make it. This is a life book I found in the White Boat. Both the temperature and the ingredients are perfect. Ain Woodd’s drink is better than Yousef’s. The tea that the card brews is delicious. Ah, here it is." The elf picked up the teacup and took a sip. "Taste it, this is the first time I have done this kind of thing, why? Do I still need to offer you both?"

"Of course not."

Zelin took the teacup, took a deep breath, and glanced at Francesca's slightly questioning eyes. He raised his head and drank the water in the cup.

I have to say that the poison resistance of the demon hunter has been very good.

As a price, the Elf originally planned to return to Baihua Valley the next morning and it was postponed to the afternoon.

Chapter 1328

He woke up and was surprised to find that the sky was still gloomy. He knew it was a sign of dawn, but also realized that he woke up too early. The people around her seemed to be disturbed, and she let out a grunt of inexplicable meaning, turned over, and left her smooth back to the demon hunter. Zelin sat up and rubbed his eyes. He felt as if he had just woke up just after falling asleep. Later, he found out that he was right, the blown out candle on the table still had a wisp of blue smoke.

With a light sigh, Zelin is no longer sleepy, in fact, he is still energetic. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, the cool side of his face made him turn his head, the blinds were pushed open a gap, and there was a sharp cry under the influence of the wind.

‘Well, my head is still a little dizzy. ’

Zelin pressed his temple, he felt an unpleasant hangover, his stomach and intestines were screwed together, his head was as heavy as a metal block, as if he would fall off as soon as he bowed his head, making it difficult to think. He didn’t know what ingredients were in Francesca’s tea. If this was really a common drink of the Ayn Wudod tribe, then at least one thing could be certain—the Wudod elves had a copper intestine and iron stomach. .

He sat motionless on the edge of the bed, slightly lowered his head, the night before dawn was quiet, the wind that came in made his mind feel a little clear, and then he felt the quilt on the bed pulled a bit, and the elf seemed to feel it. A little cold, subconsciously pulled the bedding on his body. So Zelin got out of bed, walked to the window a little staggeringly, reached out to push the blinds, and the wind and the howling sound were shut out together.

‘Juniper or mint, there must be these two, or something similar, maybe there is also Sit's cut mushroom. Damn it, I need a bottle of wife's tears and white honey. ’

He rubbed his forehead. It was obviously just a cup of tea, but it made him feel top-heavy. There must be other magical effects. He shouldn't believe that the female warlock can make out anything other than potions. Maybe he should find a glass of water to drink. He slapped his mouth. Now he can still taste the bitterness in his mouth. Whether it is putting on clothes and going to the courtyard to practice swordsmanship, or going back to continue to rest, his mouth tastes like chewing willow bark. It is difficult for people to concentrate or relax.

Turning his brain like a rusty winch, Zelin walked in the direction of the bucket of cold water in his memory. Now the demon hunter finally didn't need to stay in the narrow attic, but moved into the room on the third floor where the sundries were piled up. The reason is very simple. First, after the expansion of the castle, there were a lot of vacant spaces. He cleared out the clutter here and moved them to other places. Second, judging from the living environment of two people, the attic was too small. Yes, thirdly, the attic has been burned once.

So the former attic became his private collection room, and the place of residence became the third floor of the castle. In fact, he is the only one who lives in this stone tower now. After the expansion, there are many more rooms here, and there is no need to squeeze it into the small compartment on the second floor as in the past. Although judged by the standard of a bedroom, it looks a bit empty here, with only a square table, a bed, four chairs, and a small wooden table, reclining chairs and cabinets. Francesca brought two Elf crafts that she liked, which were hung on the wall by the shutters as decorations, but they still couldn't fill the house.

He walked to the spare bucket, ready to scoop some water out of the cup.

Suddenly, Zelin's ears caught the faint footsteps coming from behind, which made him turn around subconsciously. He didn't know why there was such a sound, the footsteps did not come from him, and Francesca was still asleep. Where the room connects to the stairs, a wooden wall separates the two, and the door is closed. It stands to reason that there should not be a third person here. He squeezed the cup tightly, his muscles tensed up, ready to avoid attacks from other directions, and smashed the cup toward the intruder.

Then he discovered that the intruder's situation was no better than his own.

"...Gnaiya?"

She raised her forehead, revealing her face under the hood.

"Fred, why are you here?" Zelin pursed his lower lip, shook his head slightly, and drank the cold water after gargle. The cold water poured into the stomach along the throat, and the icy feeling quickly spread, temporarily dispelling the annoying heat. He glanced at the window he had just closed, and said to the nun. "I told you you can go to the main entrance."

"I knocked on the door, you didn't open it." Frid's voice was like the cold moonlight, deserted but soft.

"Well, I may not have heard. Or, you can pick a more suitable time to come next time." The cold water made him feel better, and the demon hunter's eyes became clearer. Frid sat on the wooden chair with his legs close together, looking at the demon hunter with a cold expression, but said nothing.

"Where have you been all this time?"

"Go back."

Zelin guessed that she went back to Eredel, perhaps to meet with his relatives. As for what it was, he didn't want to guess at all, unless one day when Friedel mentioned his world, he finally could not Then use that simple and jerky language to describe.

"Are your sisters okay? Your world?" Zelin looked at the cup in his hand and looked at the table beside him. He picked up a new cup and gave it to the nun after scooping it up. "Although this is not the element, do you want something to drink?"

Frid lowered his eyes and moved his gaze to Zelin's face again

"Why do you think Ash has a taste?"

Zelin coughed lightly. He did forget about it. Perhaps regardless of the dark ring under Frid's clothes and the fire pattern that appeared from time to time, it was hard not to think of her as an ordinary human just from the outside. But when Zelin retracted his arm, Frid suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the cup from Zelin's hand before the demon hunter didn't react, and poured the water inside into his mouth.

"Slow down, you are about to pour water into your nose."

After drinking the water, Frid subconsciously put the cup back on her body, and then she thought that this was not her own original bottle, so her hand slowly put the cup back again.

Zelin sighed after drinking the second cup of water. He felt better, at least now he wouldn't fall down when going down the stairs. Maybe that cup of tea, like a potion, would lose its effect over time.

"Fred, you..."

Before Zelin could finish speaking, the figure of the nun in front of him faded again. The demon hunter curled his lips and swallowed the rest of the question. He never seemed to be able to guess what Fried was thinking.

Chapter 1329 Itinerary

When the newborn sun blocked by the dark clouds barely spread the faint sunlight to the ground, the patters of tiny snowflakes followed.

The interlacing sound of sword blades echoed in the castle's training ground.

"Ren, your backhand swing speed is still a bit slow. If you encounter an enemy who is aiming at you with a bow and arrow, subconsciously swinging the backhand sword may allow you to avoid being shot at the critical position." Zelin's practice sword bullet Opening the raised sword, his wrist quickly turned, pressing the blade of the sword against the opponent's chest.