The Journey of the Demon Hunter

This wine was indeed stronger than the wine Zellin had drunk in the past. He leaned his lips against the thick water bag and took a sip. Then he felt a ball of flame flowing down the esophagus into his stomach, exploding in his stomach. For a while, the room with the bonfire seemed to become much hotter.

"Good stuff." Zelin wiped the corner of his mouth and returned the water bag to Lambert. "But don't forget, Wild Hunt doesn't care if you are an ordinary farmer or a warrior who can wield a sword to fight them. I don't know what they want to do, but there is one thing I can be sure of. We must be careful."

"Those warlocks," Vesemir said suddenly. "What do the sorcerers say? What do the sorcerers say? And the mages from Ben Ade Academy?"

As one of the oldest demon hunters, Vesemir looked at the problem more accurately than Eskell and Lambert. If wild hunters really want to invade their world, a group of sorcerers stronger than the demon hunters, whether it is the Vikvaro wizards in the south, or the wizards and academic wizards in the north, no one can be alone. This is absolutely It is not a matter of one person or a group of people. If you want to fight the demon spirit knight, the professional spellcaster is obviously more powerful than the demon hunter.

Zelin stretched out his hands helplessly. "Before I'm not sure about anything, I can't go to the mages who can split the working hours into hours and sell them for money, and say that a group of demon spirit knights will be killed soon, you hurry up and drop them. Your own mage tower, give up the job that you can make for ordinary people who can't make so much money in your life, and go to the deep mountain and old forest with me to wait for the wild hunting to appear?"

"So we need to rescue Geralt and Yenafa first." Eskell nodded slightly. "Whether it is to detect the threat of wild hunting or for our demon hunter brothers, we must help him."

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ps: Regarding the update, the crazy yellow ape brooch previously rewarded 4000 blades. In line with the principle of debt payment, I owe 40 more, and then according to one more 2,000 words, it is 80,000 words. So starting today, the number of words in each chapter will become 3000 words, and then twice a day until the 20th of the next month. If there is no update to this amount in the middle of the day, it will be postponed one day and the writing will be completed before the Lunar New Year.

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ps: As for why I don’t want to write three chapters a day, it’s because the current follow-up and subscription are really bad. If you have two shifts, you can barely drop the uniform order, and the third-shift will drop quickly. Not so good to apply for recommendation with the editor... So in the future, only the number of words in a single chapter will be increased, and the number of chapters will not be increased.

Chapter 1362: Floating Cloud Wandering Ziyi

That night, the violent wind roared and slapped Lambert's face fiercely, effectively refuting his remarks that there would be no more blizzards this winter.

When Zelin hadn't fully awakened the next day, he heard Eskell's voice in a daze.

"Come here to help, the snow drifts here have come in!"

He slowly opened his eyes. The cold floor and the continuous cold wind made him almost think that he was back to yesterday, when he woke up in a crack in the rock, and the night meeting and the bowls of fish soup But in a dream. If it is said that Kyle Morkhan has not changed in the past few hundred years, it is probably only this cold ice wall.

Whenever the cold wind enters this valley, the walls will feel like ice. Time allowed this dilapidated castle to gradually melt into the mountains, as cold as the rocks, and only the effect of sheltering from wind and rain made the inside of the castle look different from the outside of the castle. What's more, most of the time, the owners here are not there, they only return in winter and live in the castle for two or three months.

Now, this only effect will disappear.

"What's the matter? Snow is leaking? The roof is broken."

Zelin squinted his eyes halfway, looking at Eskell who was going in and out of a house at the other end of the castle corridor. He rubbed the corners of his eyes, and the cold wind pouring in from the half-covered blinds made people wake up quickly.

"There is too much snow here, and the wooden beams on the roof are too old and they have been crushed. Are you awake? Come and help clear the snow here. Below is the warehouse. If the snow melts, our warehouse will suffer. Now." Eskell held a shovel in his hand and saw Zelin come out, he beckoned, and then walked into the room again. Zelin could see that the snow had spilled from the door and piled up in the corridor.

"This castle should really be repaired." Zelin moved his shoulders, listening to the crisp sound between the joints with satisfaction. "It's winter, and someone is in the castle. If in summer, a heavy rain breaks the blinds, you may have to catch water ghosts in the castle when you come back in winter."

"Because we don't have the money to hire a team of excellent dwarf workers to repair the castle, Lord Zelin." Unsurprisingly, as long as he wants, Lambert's voice can always speak the most provocative words at the most appropriate time. "Isn't it just that the roof of a house was crushed? Leave it alone. In the next few days, the cold wind over the Dragon Mountain Range will become more and more violent. You can take a day to change a wooden beam and build a few bricks. Watt, the wind blew and disappeared the next day. Why waste time, the temperature is terribly cold today, and the snow will not melt at all."

Lambert leaned against the door of the room with a yawn, and his originally small eye looked more like a slit now.

"This castle will be repaired sooner or later. Instead of waiting for a little collapse, we might as well find time to fix it early, at least the place where people live." Zelin ignored Lambert's first half sentence. Words. "Lambert, why don't you go to the warehouse below? If the food inside is soaked in snow or frozen into ice, this winter will not be so good."

"I know, I know. Before being poisoned to death, a group of demon hunters will starve to death in the castle in the howling cold wind, ha! It's even more pathetic." Lambert walked towards the spiral staircase and looked left and right, Zelin listened. To his whisper to himself. "Where did that kid Renne go?"

Regardless of whether Lambert found Rennes who had been up early, Zelin helped Eskell to shovel the snow in the room into the basket he used to carry the fish yesterday. The blizzards in the past few days are getting worse every day. Almost half of the rooms are filled with snow, and the wooden boards on the corner of the roof are crushed by the snow. You can see the clouded sky through the cracks.

"Here has been patched once in the past?"

"Yes, it happened many years ago." Eskell replied with his head down. He shoveled the snow and threw it into the wooden basket. "Probably thirty years ago? I can't remember. It was not more than ten years since Lambert accepted the trial of grass. This castle had already been attacked, and some places had already collapsed. Vesemir Feeling that this place can still be repaired, so he and I spent a few days to fill the gap with wooden boards and rivets. This year’s snowstorm is too big, and I have not seen such a blizzard for nearly ten years. Zelin, Although Geralt is not there, you happen to be here. This afternoon, I will help up to the tower to check the repaired place in the past to see if there is any damage."

As he said, Eskell raised his head, looked at the dark clouds in the sky with a little worry, and finally shook his head. "The blizzard will definitely continue."

"I have a plan, Eskell." Zelin carried the basket full of snow, walked to the blinds, and poured the snow along the blinds. "I just said that this castle should be repaired. You see, Kyle Morkhan has been damaged in many places. Since we have reached this point, we can't let it go on like this."

Zelin had this idea in the past, Mahakam’s castle is now perfect and strong, but Kyle Morhan is still like this. If the wolf school demon hunter here agrees, he is willing to reshape Kyle Morhan into the appearance of the still prosperous period in the past. Now this castle, it is estimated that in the event of an attack, I am afraid that the attackers can step on the stone outside the city wall to climb over the outer wall-there are already too many cracks in the outer wall.

"I don't think Vesemir will agree to this." Eskell stood up straight, stepped on the shovel with one foot, and put his arm on the wooden handle and said to Zelin. "The old man doesn't like how eye-catching and eye-catching the demon hunter is. A decadent and unknown castle can protect everyone. No matter who becomes the king outside, who is defeated by anyone, they will fight with the hunter. The demon hunter has nothing to do."

"It's just that in the past few years, everyone knows that there is a demon hunter academy in Mahakam. There is a demon hunter named Zelin. He knows the king, the general, the warlock, and the dwarf elves can become friends, even The rumors also say that the Elf Queen is his lover. You should understand what bad things will happen if a person is famous, especially when the name appears on the report in front of the kings' desk. This is not what Vesemir wants to see. "

Zelin put the empty basket on the ground and sighed. "I understand."

Vesemir has experienced the heyday of demon hunters, and is even the only one who has passed that turning point alive. Vesemir knows very well what people in this world think of demon hunters, and also knows what kind of trouble they will be involved in once they become a group. You can declare neutral, but others will take you into consideration when planning. This is precisely why other demon hunters who have escaped the catastrophe will choose to separate after the mobs leave instead of rebuilding the castle.

A declining, understated, and few-numbered profession, a group of separated, or even barely connected people, can never be a threat to anyone, and can never be used as a gun that can stab the enemy.

Before Zelin obtained Mahakam’s castle, among the known demon hunters, there were five from the Northern Wolf School and five from the Southern Viper School. The other schools could have more than a dozen people in total, and there were people like Cohen. Members scattered all over the world, if everyone gathers together, they will be close to half of what they were before Kyle Morkhan was breached, but no one chose to do this, and no one wanted to do it.

"Zelin, last time you came to Kyle Morhan, hoping to get the instrument for the trial of the grass, did you know that Vesemir didn't sleep all night at that time." Eskell suddenly became serious. "When you first came, you thought he didn't like someone continuing the trial of the grass, and even less that someone would become a demon hunter. He wanted to prove that he could use another way to pass on the knowledge of the demon hunter. Believe me, if He really hates this, he will not keep the grass trial equipment and formulas in the castle for so long, let alone conduct the grass trial after this, and you can't convince him by any means. Although Mill is very gentle, if we insist on anything, all of us can't make him change his mind together. Don't forget, he has been fighting as a demon hunter for four hundred years, longer than all of us."

"He misses the past, but he is also worried that we demon hunters after the destruction of Kyle Morhan will repeat their mistakes." Zelin nodded, indicating that he understood what Eskell meant.

"Don't worry about what the fellow Lambert said. You don't need to apologize to Vesemir or explain anything. He supports you. We are all demon hunters. You definitely don't know. He heard the White Rose Knights attack you at the time. How worried was when I was in the castle."

Eskell stretched out his finger and poked Zelin's shoulder blade, "You are so powerful, you actually killed them all. I heard the news that you were the White Rose Knights defeated with the help of Foltest's army?"

"Actually, it was the castle where Foltest went to take over after I defeated the White Rose Knights." Zelin shrugged, but he was not interested in correcting the rumors a few years ago. "Anyway, let's clean up the snow here first, and then close the gap before the next blizzard."

Regarding this matter, the two of them have no objection.

When the snow was almost cleared, the sun had completely risen. Standing by the hole that was blown open, looking at the gap, Zelin was thinking about what to plug it up, and also that it would not be blown away again in the next wind and snow.

At this time, through the gap, he noticed that on the hillside outside Kyle Mohan, a man was leading a horse, pacing hard in the snowy field. He can be sure that this is not the demon hunters of Kelmohan. Vesemir, Lambert, and Rain are cleaning the snow in front of the door. Iskel has just gone to prepare food for today’s noon, and it is estimated to be below. In the warehouse.

This is not the demon hunter in the castle, nor the inhabitant of Kyle Morhan.

An unexpected intruder.

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"A visitor is here."

Zelinti walked down the tower with this sword and said to the demon hunters in front of the tower. "I saw someone coming over here on horseback."

"Really?" Ren put the broom in his hand by the wall and wiped the drops of sweat from his forehead. He looked in the direction of the city gate, "Damn it, wouldn't it be Geralt? Did he solve those demon spirits and come back?"

"I don't think so. If it were Geralt, I didn't see Ye Naifah who was walking with him." Zelin shook his head. The man was wearing a heavy brown windbreaker, and his hood covered most of his face. In addition, the distance was too far, Zelin could not see the appearance of the visitors. It's just that in this blizzard season, even brave explorers will not go deep into the mountains northeast of Kodwin. This is not a treasure hunt, but a deliberate death.

"Only one person?"

"I didn't see anyone else, unless there was an ambush in the snowy forest behind him." Zelin made a reassuring gesture. "I don't think this is the enemy. If it is, walking along the trail without any cover is a signal to everyone. I will take a look. If it is a lost herder or explorer, I will tell. He, he went the wrong way."

"I'll go with you." Renn grabbed a long sword inserted in the weapon rack and trot after it.

"If it's a lost person, there is no need to embarrass him." Vesemir looked at the back of Zelin Lane and reminded loudly.

Although Kyle Mohan is remote, if he walks along the Baishi River, he has a certain chance of hitting here. There are five tributaries, one of which points to the road leading to the Demon Hunter's Castle. Inaccessible places are always favored by explorers. They are willing to find abandoned castles and villages hidden in valleys. Although there may be huge risks, there may also be treasures left by ancient races. Those hundreds of thousands of years old artworks and the gold and silver leftovers from other races can always attract many people who want to get rich overnight through an adventure and adventure.

Zelin walked out of the castle and stood in front of the hoisted city gate, looking at the winding road in front of him. Renn was behind him, holding the sword and looking around. None of them took the sword out. When facing an unknown outsider, holding the sword is likely to be regarded as a robber. However, the demon hunters knew what kind of posture to use, and made sure to draw out their swords as soon as the opponent showed any hostility.

If necessary, Zelin is very interested in trying out whose sword it is with a stranger.

After a while, there was a faint sound of horse hooves at the corner of the road, first a tall figure, then a rein, and finally a gray horse.

Zelin's tense muscles relaxed, and the visitor led the horse around the corner, took off the fluffy hood, and revealed the cheek with sunken eyes. The double-crossed badge on the chest shook slightly with the movement of the visitor.