The Journey of the Demon Hunter

If the king becomes stronger, the power of magic will be weakened, but if the power of the state as the guarantee of the king's power becomes weak, magic will gain more voice and power.

The two weakened countries, the army is defeated, the relatives die, people will become panic, the king loses trust, the nobles will begin to seek stronger power as a support, a woman who can reach a peace agreement as innocuous as possible when the country is defeated The warlock will obviously wait for more people to trust and follow.

They now want to get the right to choose the king and secretly decide who can sit on the throne.

The elf glanced at her mouth, and Philippa and the others had already decided on a plan while she was thinking.

"Regarding the decision this time, we will vote for the final vote, and I agree."

"Agree."

"I..." The warlock from the south hesitated, and Ashley shook her head "Abstaining."

"Agree."

"Agree."

This is a dangerous plan, very dangerous.

"Agree." Francesca said in her lark-like voice.

But what does this have to do with her?

The first thousand and forty chapters

No one knows how many conspiracies are going on under the surface of this world, and how many conspiracies will be planned. But whether they know it or not, people's lives are still going on, just like this raging war has completely burned the cold winter, but people still can't forget their lives. Aden enlisted so many conscripts that Zelin couldn't tell whether this was a military camp or a village built by refugees somewhere overnight.

Sharpened wooden stakes cut off the main road. Before getting close to the camp, the demon hunters already saw vendors with trays on their heads by the road, selling crumpled apples from the cellar to army soldiers. Someone was in the camp. A tent was set up nearby, and barrels of turbid pale beer were moved out to wipe out the coins that the soldiers had just issued. On the **** of the northeast corner of the camp, there is a more eye-catching tent. Several young women who are obviously not in this season stand near the tent, smiling at the soldiers, showing their figures and faces. This makes many of the conscripts who are on the battlefield for the first time feel like they are going to go to war. On the contrary, they seem to be participating in a lively rally.

"You can't go there. This camp belongs to the respected Majesty Demavin. You can't enter unless you swear allegiance to your Majesty."

A ten chief stood in front of the demon hunter, and he hiccuped to prove that he hadn't brushed his teeth for almost a month.

Zelin and Renn looked at each other, then spread their hands, "We are demon hunters."

"Do you swear allegiance to Your Majesty Demavin?"

Zelin shook his head.

"Then you can't go there."

"But we are demon hunters."

"I don't care if you are hunting monsters or hunting women. You can't pass without swearing allegiance. This is an order."

The captain burped again, this time it was the smell of rotten smoked fish.

The camp spreads hundreds of meters, and the fence is a little low. You can see the light brown tents neatly arranged inside. There are at least two thousand people here, the commander of Zelinchai Yadian, and Serchik of Gureta I must put my reserve team here. It is not far from the front line of the Ponta River. It only takes five hours to arrive. If the front line is attacked, the troops here can catch up in time when the two sides are caught in a fierce battle. To the battlefield.

The worst case for such a large camp is chaos. If thousands of people become panicked, no matter how wise the commander is, they will probably be helpless. So like other camps, there are roadblocks and checkpoints set up here. A group of soldiers are guarding here. They are wearing brown leather jackets with buttons, and the red and yellow inverted triangle flags with black as the background are lazily drooping on the flagpoles. , Only when a gust of wind blew, it shook symbolically twice.

"Listen, if your camp encounters trouble, such as a monster attack, a missing patrol team, or cursing a demon spirit, then you need to..." Zelin pointed to himself. "With the help of a demon hunter, so you can let us in, which is good for you."

"Don't tell me this, I don't know anything." The soldier spit on the ground, staring at a girl walking out of the red camp, his eyes focused on the thigh exposed under the high split skirt. "Only the generals and knight masters can decide who can make an exception and who can't. If I let you go, I will be slapped with a whip, and even hanged on a branch. There is another one in my house. Wife, I don’t want to die here."

"So where's your person in charge?" Renn asked impatiently. It took them a day to get here from Mahakam. Winter is not a good time for camping in the wild, let alone a person in a hurry being blocked outside. The two things add up to this young demon hunter. Can't suppress his anger.

"It's over there." The ten captain rolled his head, and then turned his gaze to the breast of another passing girl. Zelin followed the prompt and looked over. A knight was sitting bored behind the roadblock and basking in the sun. Seeing the knight's figure, Zelin was a little relieved in his heart. Although compared with the last time he met, he has changed a lot. The left ear of his bald head has been cut off, leaving an ugly scar, but Nathaniel's face is still hard to forget.

"Nathaniel, knight!" The knight who was called by the name lifted the helmet covering his eyes. He looked around, and Zelin yelled twice before attracting his attention.

"Demon hunter, did I see the illusion? Or dazzled? I saw a demon hunter appear near the war camp." Nathaniel and Zelin must have been injured again after they were separated in Livia City. , His voice became a little hoarse, although it was more oppressive. The knight stood up and walked towards the barricade, his armor rattling. "And there are still two, what's going on recently, have you started to act in groups?"

"Walking together, and then blocked by your soldiers' roadblocks." Ze Lin pointed to the stake. "You didn't go to Towson?"

In Livia, the demon hunter recommended Tousant’s guard knights to Nathaniel. The knights there would welcome a knight who was a ranger who was a knight and a warrior. Nathaniel said at the time that he would consider it. Come, he still thinks that the North needs itself.

"Tawsonte is a good place. I will go, but not now." The knight shook his fist. "I told you in the past that I am a knight of Aden. Although I don't like the current situation, I swore an oath to Dermavin before accepting the knight's coat of arms. According to the oath, I must return, but this will be my last I once swung a sword for the King of Aden. After the battle was over, I returned to my hometown to get married, and then took my wife to Tousant. From then on, the vow to Aden would not bind me again. What about you, Demon hunter, why did you come here? Did you accept employment?"

"No, there is no employment. In fact, we are just passing by. If it weren't for so many barricades and checkpoints, I might be almost at Loukma's ferry now. Can you get us a pass? "Who knows how many checkpoints and barricades will be waiting for them in the future, Zelin doesn't have so many acquaintances, it is impossible for him to meet an acquaintance to help at every intersection.

"I responded to the call, and Demavin appointed me as the centurion, but I don't have the right. But I know someone has such a pass. Come in first." The knight waved his hand to the tenth commander. "Remove the roadblock, this is not the enemy, this is my friend."

Chapter 1341 Bard

After passing this first roadblock and entering the camp behind, Zelin realized that it was not easy to pass through Aden’s army. It seems to be ready to support the front line at any time, so that these soldiers can immediately assemble on the main road after leaving the camp, one by one campsites are continuously located on both sides of the road.

The Adenian army completely occupied this road. The ox carts and carts carrying supplies stopped by the side of the road. The shouts of soldiers, the neighing of livestock, and the screaming in the market not far away, these sounds converged into a strange rhythm. Zelin felt in a daze that what he came to was not a military camp, but a noisy vegetable market.

Perhaps the two are essentially the same.

They walked into the bustling camp and stood among the bonfires, carriages and tents. Two demon hunters with weapons but no signs quickly became the focus of the nearby soldiers, but Nathaniel’s appearance and the knight emblem Let more conscripts and farmers immediately shift their sights to other places after taking a look. Several farmers in coarse linen were chanting slogans and propped up the tent. Two longbowmen warming by the bonfire were greedily staring at the sharpened wooden poles by the fire — wearing two dead mice on them, in the flames The scorching exudes a strange fragrance.

"I thought this world would go away for a while."

Since the fall of the Hinterlands in 1263, the world has been at war or preparing for war for half of the time. As soon as the farmers returned home, they were immediately told to gather in front of the lord’s castle for the next war. It has been less than a year since the Battle of Brenner ended. Six months ago, people thought that there would be a long period of peace. Now, they have all forgotten this idea.

"It sounds like you have died once." The knight's hoarse voice seemed unheard in this noisy camp, and the shouts and shouts not far away suppressed most of the voice.

A group of soldiers blocked the water surrounding a fence. Inside the fence, two brawny men with naked upper bodies were waving their fists and attacking each other fiercely. Seeing the demon hunters staring at the crowd, Nathaniel explained to him: "The battle has not yet started, and this is not the front line. General Selcik allowed boxing matches in the barracks to make these hands rich. The idle soldiers vent their energy. The girls outside can't stop the men with more than a thousand **** blood. Going here, we are not going to the boxing ring."

"Yes, and we are in a hurry." Zelin and Renn looked at each other and said to the knight. "We prefer to cross the Ponta River before the war begins. I guess General Serchik must have ordered all the troops to be ready for battle?"

"How did you tell?"

"After the Battle of Brenner, the number of soldiers Aden could mobilize was only more than 5,000. De Mavin gathered all the soldiers. He wanted to fight Hensett, but Aden’s food was not enough. The army that may support five thousand people is on standby for a long time. I think at most half a month, otherwise Demawen himself will have to find a way to catch rats in the farmland." Zelin said, touching his chin. Loud cheers erupted from the boxing ring on the side. A boxer was hit in the bridge of his nose and raised the dust on the ground when he fell. He could not get up again. The winner raised his hands and accepted the cheers and praises of the people.

"Yes, the war is likely to start soon, but we are not the offensive side. The initiative is in the hands of Kodwin. If the Kodwin people are willing to confront us and eat up the stored food first, we will also There is no way, but Hensett will not do it."

"Yes, because Kodwin's snowfield can only freeze people to death." Regarding the place where Kyle Morhan is, Renn obviously knows better than these Adenian people. The young demon hunter rubbed his hands. "There are not many places to grow food in Kodwin, so they want to get the Upper Aden area so much. The amount of farmland in this area is faster than that of the entire Kodwin farm. ."

"You are right." The knight nodded approvingly.

"But where is the pass? Don't tell me, we have to open our eyes to find the whereabouts of a piece of writing in every corner of this camp." Rennes urged again. They seem to be wasting a whole day in this camp, and a day's journey is enough for them to get to the Ponta River, find a ferry, and leave the battlefield behind.

"Don't worry, we are already here." The knight raised his hand and pointed to a tent ahead. This tent is very small, obviously not inhabited by soldiers. It can accommodate at least five to ten people in a collective camp. Unlike other places, it is very quiet. There is no one going in and out of the tent. The blowing wind lifts a corner of the tent. , Seeing that Supervisor Zelin seemed to be covered with carpets.

Nathaniel stepped forward and said politely to the camp.

"Your Excellency, Bard, I have two friends and I hope to get your help."

"Bard? What do we ask the bard for?" Ren looked at Zelin, who shrugged, indicating that he didn't know either.

Soon, a rejection response came from the tent, "I'm sorry, I'm writing a poem about fighting, please wait for me..."

Hearing this voice, Zelin raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't know if his luck would be so good, but the probability of meeting two acquaintances on a strange road was too low.

"Ess? Ess Davan?"