The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Ah, I'm finally back." Standing outside the valley, Renn moved his frozen shoulders and let out a long sigh. After so many things, being able to go home safely and on time is undoubtedly a happy thing for Rennes. "I dare you to say that Lambert and Eskell are clearing snow in the yard, haha, I can already imagine them bending over and holding a broom. There was so much snow yesterday, and today they absolutely have to clean it. One day, then go to the hillside outside to chop wood."

There was only a piece of white snow left in the original green valley, and the gray wall of the castle sitting in the embrace of the rock was looming in the snow.

"You sound happy?"

Ze Lin turned his head slightly and asked. It was a joy to be able to go home on a cold winter day, but Zelin was sure that he heard a different tone in Rennes's excitement.

"Do you still have to ask? This year I finally don’t have to chop firewood and fish. In the past, the old man asked Eskell to do it, and then Eskell pulled Lambert together, and finally Lambert took the Push everything to me. What are you laughing at? It's not funny at all. When I leave every winter, I almost forget that I am a demon hunter rather than a farmer who goes up the mountain to chop wood and fish in the river."

Rehn hammered the sore waist that had been bumped on the horse's back, rushed the horse again, and ran towards Kyle Morhan along the path in the valley.

Zelin looked down at the ice surface under the horseshoe. The black shadow under the pale blue ice surface flashed by, and at the same time he vaguely heard the sound of nails scratching the ice. The demon hunter shrugged, there were still so many water ghosts in the river. In the past, the water ghosts were kept here to train those apprentices of demon hunters, but now there are not many demon hunters here, and the water ghosts here are even more unscrupulous. It's just that for the monsters who are apprentices, the water ghosts are much easier to deal with than the evil ghosts that appear in groups in the Mahakam Mountains. At most three water ghosts can appear in this shallow stream at a time, and the large number of ghosts in Mahakam cave sometimes makes Zelin feel tricky.

Along the valley path, in the dim evening sun, the gate of Kyle Morkhan was shrouded in shadow.

"Hi! Lambert! I'm back."

Before getting close to the city gate, Zelin noticed that a figure driving a horse-drawn carriage was coming down from a nearby hillside and advancing towards the city gate. After more than twenty meters, Ren began to shout at the figure.

A bundle of chopped wood was stacked on the carriage. Hearing Ren's voice, the figure with half of the body sitting on the edge of the wooden carriage looked over and pulled the reins to stop the horse. He turned his head to Lambert's face. The above was vigilant, and then gradually replaced by laughter.

"Ryan, you guy is back. Last night I was still wondering if I missed you who was eaten by the water ghost." Lambert stood up, watched turning over and dismounting, and walked towards him with the reins. Ren, welcome with open arms. "Look at you, there are no missing arms and legs, which is gratifying."

"What nonsense are you talking about, do you want me to be killed by the water ghost?" Renn hammered Lambert on the chest heavily. "Also, how can a few water ghosts kill me? I'm a novice, but I won't die in the hands of a water ghost worth 1.3 krona. Where is Eskell?"

There is no need to ask Vesemir, this old demon hunter must be the first person to return. He will clean up the castle in advance, clean up the dust that has accumulated for more than half a year, clean up the house, and light the fire, waiting Before the other demon hunters came back.

"Eskel is fishing in the lake over there. We can drink fish soup tonight. The snow was terribly cold last night, Vesemir said, we have to prepare half a month of wood and food reserves, because There will definitely be a bigger blizzard coming down. Ah, you know, when people get older, they’ll be nagging about their past experiences all day long. Let me say, looking at the sunny sun, the blizzard of last night must have been The last heavy snow of this winter." Lambert interlaced his hands on his chest, and his gaze crossed Renn's shoulders to look behind. "Are you bringing another person? Ah! Isn't this our beloved Prince? Or the first lord of the demon hunter in history? Should I bow to you?"

"Lambert, it's amazing to see that your mouth is safe." Zelin walked up with the horse. There is no doubt that people like Lambert, even if the emperor of the South appears in front of him, it is estimated that he will not be able to restrain him.

Lambert looked around pretendingly, and asked curiously, "Where are your desert girls? Didn't bring a few back? I'm curious about the rumor that they are not afraid of the cold, and they can wear short leather skirts in winter, showing their thighs and chest. And bathe in the blood of the enemy."

"Lambert, you would listen to such boring rumors. I suspect that it is not only your tongue but also your head that needs to be worried."

Lambert grinned, then patted Zelin's shoulder hard. "Thank you for that thing about Aiden. Although that guy is staying with his woman all day, I told him to go on an adventure hunting together and he refused to go out. Come on, let's go to the castle." Then Lambert Turn to Rennes. "Hey, go on."

With that, he threw the reins of the carriage to Rennes.

"Hi, what do you mean?"

"You have to ask, pull the wood to the storeroom, and prepare the fodder for the two horses. Also, if you have time, you can cut a cart of wood before dark. These should not be enough for Vesemir. The number." Lambert shook his hand, then patted Zelin on the shoulder. "Let’s go, did you bring any spices? We can make a big pot of fish soup tonight. If you want me to say, Eskell is just a little bit better. He draws his sword very fast, basically every sword can stab him. A fish. He hasn't returned for a day, and he must have gained a lot."

"Lambert, I just came back." Rein behind looked surprised at the two reins in his two hands, one for his mount and the other for the old workhorse dragging the wooden bed.

"Yeah, you just came back, if you won't come, who should I find to work." Lambert said naturally.

"I regret coming back a bit."

"Then you finish your work before leaving."

So a few minutes ago, Rene, who was lucky that he could escape this winter labor, put down his sword again, picked up the hand axe, and planned to go to the hillside to chop a few bundles of firewood before sunset.

Kyle Mohan still looks so empty today. The castle can accommodate hundreds of people, but now many houses inside have been buried by gravel and dust from the roof. As Lambert expected, Eskell was standing by the river under the castle, holding a sword in his right hand, and staring at the knocked hole on the frozen river. After he noticed Lambert and Zelin, he beckoned to them, then stretched out a finger to make a silent gesture. A bamboo basket was placed behind him, and the fish in it all had one characteristic-there was a trace of a sword pierced on his body.

Zelin and Lambert stopped. After a few seconds, the sword in Eskell's hand plunged into the water like lightning, and then he picked up the sword, and there was a river fish that was pierced and swinging on the tip of the sword.

"This should be enough."

Eskell took the weaker and weaker fish from the sword and threw it into the basket behind him. He looked at Zelin. "You are here, Zelin, welcome, this winter can be fun. I have prepared some of Hackland's spirits, you must try it."

"I don't think I have any need to refuse."

Eskell carried the basket on his shoulders, and he noticed the relaxed Lambert beside Zelin. "Have you finished cutting the firewood? Since Zelin is here, it must be Renn who is back."

"That's right, that kid has been doing well for the past six months. He has clean clothes and is more robust. Just let him do some work. One day he really treats himself as a master demon hunter, and his head is faint to pick up some high-level hunters. A vampire’s commission.” Lambert touched the back of his short hair. “Let’s go, before we all starve to death and freeze to death, um, are you sure that the sword oil on your sword has been cleaned? Ha, it would be a big joke if all four demon hunters died in Kyle Morhan because they ate poisonous fish."

"It was cold enough last night." Askel replied blankly.

The group of them returned to the castle along the mountain road by the stream. On the way, Asker did not forget to ask Zelin about Geralt.

"Geralt hasn't returned for several years. We heard the news that Hillary and Emperor Nilfgaard were married some time ago, but then Lambert told me that it was false news. Before the coup in Sinide, I I also heard that Geralt appeared near Goos Willen, and then I inquired about his name in the tavern. People avoided me like a wanted man. Is he having any trouble?"

This really has something to do with Zelin. After the battle with Wigwarts, Geralt and Yenafa went to live in seclusion on Apple Tree Island. He should have sent the supplies there. Later, Kyle Mohan, took Geralt. The news told his brothers. As a result, the troubles of Saidas mainland delayed him for more than half a year. As a result, he could only wait until the winter of the next year, but who would have thought that wild hunting appeared and messed up all this again.

"I'm here just to talk to you about this. The troubles on Sinide Island have been settled, but now there are bigger troubles."

Chapter 1361 The Gathering of Wolf and Griffin

Wild hunting, they are tracking, looting.

From south to north, from north to south, the darkness of this land is getting more and more dangerous, and hiding at home can no longer protect oneself. The closed wooden door blocked the cold wind, blocked the call sign of the beast, blocked the whisper of the monster, blocked the growl of the crazy hyenas who were eating the corpse.

People hid behind the wooden door, but in front of the wild hunt, it was just a thin and fragile plank. They opened the door and tied away any targets they wanted. Within a year, hundreds of people are known to have disappeared in the wind and snow that accompanied wild hunting, and there are more places they don't know about. Wild hunting is carrying out their unique hunting. And among their countless prey, there was a female warlock.

By the warm fire, Eskell, Lambert, and Wismeer quietly listened to Zelin’s account. Renn already knew about this. His eyes fell elsewhere, with one hand on each other. He rubbed the silver wolf head hung around his neck, not knowing what he was thinking about.

"...So that's it. When Wild Hunt used the spell to rob Ye Naifah, Geralt chased after him and disappeared into the portal with Wild Hunt."

This is not a good meeting ceremony. Zelin doesn't want to be a messenger who brings bad news in winter, but there is no way. This is the fact at hand. Wild Hunt robbed the sorcerer and kidnapped it all over the world. Zelin dare to say that wild hunting has appeared more frequently this year than in the past few decades. They are an army, although people think it is the undead of the war dead, but Zelin knows the truth-an elven cavalry team, fighters from another world.

The silence lasted for a long time. This situation was not like what the demon hunters knew, being kidnapped by monsters, missing in the wilderness, disappearing with the shipwreck in the bottom of the river, wild hunting and high vampires, whether it is half a city Neither gold nor large areas of fertile land will make a demon hunter be tempted. Zelin sometimes inevitably wondered whether the demon hunters in the past knew anything. In their strongest period, when monsters all over the country were driven back to the forest and hiding in the mountains and rivers, whether they considered dealing with the elusive madness. Hunting?

Zelin's mentor told him in the past, don't deal with wild hunting blindly. As for the reason, he didn't explain it. In fact, he didn't know it. It was passed down by the demon hunters in the past.

"These wild hunts, they have appeared for hundreds of years, far exceed the history of our demon hunters." In the end, Vesemir's speech broke the silence. "This group of ghosts will only be discovered by us when they are willing to appear. Well, we all know how to deal with a group of monsters. We must find their activity patterns and figure out where they will appear and what they will be affected by. The bait is drawn out, and then the sword oil is applied to make bait and traps. Wild hunting, they will plunder and kidnap, then they must be somewhat rational creatures, with desires and impulses."

Zelin put down the spoon, and there were a few leafs floating on the fish soup in the bowl in front of him. "But this is the most difficult point. How do we actively find wild hunting?"

He knew that wild hunting was Ain El’s business, and that the Swift Tower was connected to Ain El’s world, but Francesca told him that he should never reach another world through that tower, because The control of that tower has long been firmly controlled by the Elves of Ayn El. If they don't want you to pass, let alone walk into the tower, no one can even see the tower. Some kind of advanced magic hides the Swift Tower on the edge of reality, and other people will only see the gravel piles full of weeds.

Moreover, even if he can pass, instead of dying in the endless time vortex like an adventurer who enters by accident, what can he do? He didn't think he and a few friends could deal with enemies spread across the planet. That was a joke. He sometimes does extraordinary things, but it doesn't mean that he will take other people to die madly, that is meaningless. Just like Vesemir said, lure them out, and then solve them. When Zelin became a demon hunter, he knew one thing-never let you forget your original purpose because of the battle.

"Geralt can always run into all kinds of troubles, first the cursed princess and prince, and then the princess of the ruined country, before the bard still sings that he is as noble as a duchess in the south. The encounter of the magical female warlock, and then the wild hunt now." Lambert jabbed the poor piece of fish in the bowl with a knife, and the froth floated. "Maybe this time there will be a beautiful woman who rescued him from a difficult situation, and then he was seen by a bard and compiled into a new song. Maybe he was in bed while we were discussing how to save him. Enjoy free time with another partner."

"I don't think wild hunting of those bones will make people have any extra thoughts." Renn gave a dry smile.

"Lambert." Eskell took a sip of the warm fish soup and put down the bowl. He raised his hand and lit the extinguished candle on the opposite window sill. "Wild hunting is a dangerous enemy. It is so dangerous that we know almost nothing about them, except for the appearances that we can see with our eyes and hear with our ears. If these demon spirit knights are really like what they show, no Stop appearing in the night sky, kidnapping and attacking villagers. Sooner or later, the demon spirit army will start attacking the city, destroying the country, kidnapping everyone, and turning everyone else into their slaves and soul servants."

"Come on." Lambert waved his hand impatiently. "You also believe in the nonsense of the Skelligites? What black long ship carries an army of demon spirits and invades our world. Even if it is true, we don't need to worry, we are just ordinary demon hunters, just like everyone else. , Waiting for the rooster Campi to croak to wake up Freya’s champion Hamdor. What do you say? When the time of hoarfrost comes, Hamdor will sound the horn of battle. We just wait for those prophesied The great hero defeats the enemy, and then we will continue to live like a demon hunter, hunting monsters, accepting commissions, and finally dying in the hands of a water ghost of 1.3 kronor."

"Then at least we have to live until Hamdor appears, or don't let that **** chicken be hacked to death before it croaks. If the hero has overslept and caused the world to be destroyed, then this joke can be compared to a few demon hunters being killed by himself. It’s even worse if the sword oil is poisoned in the wilderness.” Zelin slowly stirred the fish soup in front of him, and the soup was bubbling in the iron pot hanging on the campfire nearby, and the room was full of fresh fish. The aroma of soup. "I believe we have to consider how to deal with them. I suspect that their target is probably not Yenapha, but Cyriya. Yes, it is the little princess of the Hinterland. Of course, she is not young anymore. It should be almost 17."

"Why is Wild Hunt looking for that girl with a runny nose?" Lambert asked puzzledly.

"Who knows, it is estimated that only they know, we can only guess." Zelin shrugged. "But they can attack Geralt and Yenapha, or attack Mahakam, Kelmohan, Skellige, or any night, when we just completed the commission, it suddenly fell from the sky with the wind and snow. We must be prepared to deal with it, even if their target is not Xili, but as Eskell said, they want to invade our world, so they are likely to attack demon hunters who can fight with them. , Sorcerers and wizards."

"Ha, we are not heroes who can save the world. Why did we come to us. We can't be brothers with the king and save the princess like a prince. What we can save is the peasant woman who is entangled by the demon spirit and is cursed by the enemy. Citizen, then took a few coins to the tavern to swig for a night." As he said, Lambert handed a leather water bag to Zelin. "Taste the spirits of the Hackland herders. I heard that they rely on this to withstand the cold."