The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"The three young people are leaving." Zelin sat by the campfire, the light of the fire illuminating the lower half of his face. He crossed his hands on his chin, and his eyes under his hood fixed on the three people walking back and forth in the crowd and talking with other villagers. "You heard what you said just now, Maria, these people who left have never come back. I'm curious, did they really leave? Or they have already left."

"Any thoughts?"

"Follow up and I will know where they are going."

According to other people, on the day after the celebration, those who received the blessing would ask to leave the village, and then leave together with them, and never return.

"Tracking?"

"Yes, I want to know what they saw in that oak tree, Mrs. Forest? Is it a druid? Or a group of hidden cultists? Or a group of necromancers? I don't know, but I want to get it. The answer."

Chapter 1379 Whispering Hills

In the early morning of the next day, when the celebration was over, the villagers who had celebrated the night successively descended down the mountain road and returned to their homes. They still have a lot of thoughts, and they talk about things that are worth remembering yesterday when they travel together. Of course, the most important thing is the ceremony of escorting the sacred acorns to the fields. This is the most important thing for these villages in a year. In contrast, the departure of the three young people does not seem so conspicuous. After all, those who are blessed will leave, and the rest will continue to live here.

Ze Lin doesn't need to deliberately look for the young people's trail. No matter where they go, there will be a group of villagers around them, rushing to inquire about Mrs. Lin Zhong. But compared to the envy or even jealousy of other people, their modesty makes them look like people who have been used to all kinds of things for a long time. Apart from compliments to Mrs. Lin Zhong, other trivial things are not worthwhile. Mention. Zelin hadn't seen many people who would not respond to others' compliments. Even Francesca, who had seen many things, would inevitably be triumphant when she heard the voices of her close people praising her.

The demon hunter asked the other villagers about the past of these three young people last night. Like other farmers, they would be angry because the farmland was ruined by voles. They would go to the river to fish together at night, and then be underwater. The ghost flew back screaming in fright, and would go to express love to other young women in the same village on May Day, and then forget everything after the alcohol subsided. They have lived in this village for more than 20 years, without any shortcomings and no compelling advantages. From time to time, people complain to Ze Lin why Mrs. Lin Zhong would choose them. But just after this night, they completely changed their appearance.

Zelin was convinced that if they put on clean and expensive clothes, jade and gold ornaments, and went in and out of the courts of the kings, no one would doubt whether they were qualified to appear there.

"I'm leaving, thank you for your hospitality." Before leaving, Zelin bid farewell to the seniors here. "Where are the three blessed lucky guys going today?"

The villagers went to the farmland near the village, preparing to bury the acorns in the ground. When the enthusiasm of the villagers was gradually replaced by tiredness coming from their bodies, they no longer paid attention to the blessed young people, but instead thought about how to bury the acorns in the field as soon as possible, and then go home and take a good rest. One day. Ze Lin didn't know what was in the wine that Mrs. Lin Zhong bestowed. The villagers didn't show any fatigue all night last night. But now, they started to drag their feet, gasping for breath, and humming feebly, as if they were overstretched. Several women have fallen asleep on the shoulders of their husbands by the field where the acorns are buried.

Hitchko yawned and waved to Zelin. "They are going to the north. There is only one way to get out of here. May Madam bless them with a safe journey."

The elderly are exhausted and do not want to say more.

The demon hunter looked at the people who were burying the acorns in the field, and wrote down the specific location in his heart.

"I should go now, goodbye."

Riding on the horse, in the morning light, the demon hunter followed the path to the north of Willen. The three young men left quickly. Although their relatives tried to stay, as usual, none of them stayed behind. Instead, they left before planting the acorns. They didn't ride a horse, and there was no horse in this village. Zelin thought he could easily follow them, but he chased them on horseback for an hour, but he didn't see them.

At first the tracking seemed to be normal, until an hour later.

"Wait."

Zelin pulled the reins, the **** screamed, stopped, panting, and pacing restlessly. The demon hunter looked around, and the hillsides on both sides of the road were full of withered low trees. Most of the snow on the ground had melted, revealing the withered leaves half hidden in the soil. Zelin looked down at the marks imprinted on the mud and snow. He chased the three young people who had left the village to come here, but the obvious footprints eventually disappeared here.

"They disappeared."

When Zelin got off the horse, Maria's figure appeared where the footprints last appeared in front of the horse. She squatted down, staring at the trace in front of her. The footprints here are very mixed, but they just stay in place, and dozens of footprints have pitted this piece of snow.

"Is this the water ghost you mentioned?" Maria raised her eyes.

"No, water ghosts don't know how to wear leather boots." Zelin shook his head as he followed all the way on horseback. Few travelers appeared in the swamp in the winter, and there were no other footprints on the road to affect his judgment, and he couldn't be wrong. "They stopped here, and what else went wrong."

"Suddenly lost the sense of direction and can only move around where she is." Maria stood up, her eyes under her cocked hat stared at the nearby snowy field that was blackened by mud and water. ."

Ze Lin loosened the reins of the horses and carefully inspected the surrounding situation. The three young men were full of weirdness. At first, Zelin was worried about whether he chased them too fast would arouse their suspicion, but then he found that even if he urged the horses to run with all their strength, he could not catch up. . The demon hunter didn't know of any creature that could run faster than a horse. There must be, but it is definitely not a human being, even a demon hunter can't do it. Now they came here and disappeared out of thin air. The snow on the ground was not deep, Zelin kicked the ground and kicked away the snow above, but there was only black mud below.

At this time, the eyes of the demon hunter noticed the cloth strips hanging from the barbs of the thorns on the side of the road. Zelin walked over, pinched the cloth strip with **** and pulled it down from the clump.

First, he smelled a foul smell on the cloth strip.

This was torn from a piece of clothing that had been soaked in corpse and blood. The stench caused Zelin to frown. He lowered his eyes, and through the thorn bushes, he saw more blood below. He looked at the bloodstains. The bloodstains have been disappearing on the hillsides densely covered with thorns, weeds and dead trees, but there are only these. He did not see the dead body or more clues, and did not see that the humans would leave them on the ground when they crawled. Of drag marks.

"Someone is injured here." Maria's figure disappeared from the footprints, and then appeared next to Zelin. "I saw the footprints of the palms leading to here. What have you found?"

"Palm print?" Zelin raised his eyebrows slightly. "Oh, damn, I didn't notice this!"

As a hunter of Yanan, Maria has good observation ability, because those animalized monsters of Yanan often hide, just like the snake hiding in the grass, suddenly rushing out without any warning, and hitting those monsters. The novice hunter was caught off guard. Zelin has a deep understanding of this, and hunters who often deal with crazy creatures will naturally develop a pair of good eyes.

"I think I should be able to guess the situation." Zelin painted the speculated scene in his mind. "The three people were injured here, and then they left the road and fled into this bush. They fled in a hurry. The clothes were cut by the thorns. But there is still a point that doesn't make sense, there are no footprints here, only..." The demon hunter squatted down and stared at the ground beside the thorn bushes. "Palm prints? Why are they like this? I don't think they would decide to walk with both hands after running wild for an hour because they were blessed."

The demon hunter has been staring at the leather boot prints on the road, but the palm prints on the ground are easily thought to be left by the rock troll or the little mist demon passing by. Who would regard the traces on the ground like palm prints as if someone was walking upside down?

Maria emptied her hand with one hand, and the slender Luoyang appeared in her hand. "If we follow along, we will know the answer, right?"

The bushes were full of thorns and gravel that would roll down at any time. Zelin left the horse beside the dead tree on the side of the road, drew out the ebony blade hanging on his waist, and followed along with the blood stains and palm prints. The three young people were normal before they left, but they began to bleed when they walked here. The demon hunters found no traces of other attackers nearby. They didn't seem to be ambushed by bandits. And as they got deeper into the woodland, there were more and more bloodstains on the ground, so much that it stands to reason that they should have fainted on the side of the road a long time ago.

There are eye-catching bloodstains everywhere in the grass, on the soil, on the withered oak trees and raised rocks. Zelin doesn't need to deliberately follow it, all the clues are in front of him.

"This is by no means human."

Zelin and Maria were separated by a distance, guarding the surroundings. The noon sun shines on the ground through the dense branches, leaving speckled shadows on the ground.

"Of course, Maria, we determined this half an hour ago. What we have to determine now is what the rituals of the lady in the forest turned these normal villagers into... Wait, listen, What sound is this?"

After walking about five hundred steps into the dense forest, the ears of the demon hunter caught a faint and sharp strange sound. The sound was very subtle, so weak that Zelin couldn't help but **** his ears to confirm whether it was some kind of weird sound or the call sign brought by the cold wind blowing through the dense forest.

"Someone's..." Maria raised her hand in her ear, and she hesitated. "This is the sound of fighting?"

When the voice sounded again, there was no need to confirm again, the cold wind in the forest brought the sound of flesh tearing, and the sharp wolf howl.

"Let's go, someone may need help!"

"Wild wolf?"

"Maybe it's a werewolf." Zelin gesticulated the rune of the Kunen's seal, covering his body with a bright orange shield. "I don't know, that voice is not far away, it's on the hillside ahead. Someone may need help."

"Well, these beasts need education, what do you think?"

Zelin said nothing, and ran in the direction where the sound came from.

Chapter 1380 Flesh Puppets

The harsh howl of the werewolf echoed in the valley of fallen leaves.

When Zelin jumped out of the bushes and landed on the ground with a sword in his hand, he couldn't believe what he saw.

A gray-haired werewolf fell to the ground, clutching his shaved belly weakly, pungent blood and scarlet intestines ran all over the ground, forming a blood puddle under it. The sharp claws of the werewolf can easily tear the muscles and break the bones, but these claws can do nothing about its own wounds. It can only lie on the ground and twitch, kicking its legs weakly. And among the rocks above the werewolf, there is a hole hidden among the vines. A monster with an invisible shape stepped on a heavy step and disappeared into the darkness of the cave.

"What's the matter?"

Zelin was holding the sword, looking at the werewolf who fell on the ground, and then at the cave above the rock. The badge of the demon hunter buzzed on his chest, where a magical power gathered.

"I don't know." The demon hunter carefully bypassed the fallen werewolf and moved towards the cave. "But I think the situation should be able to guess."

The snow on the ground has long been stained red by blood during the battle, and it has been melted and melted into the mud, turning it into a mud flat mixed with blood. The trunks of the poplar trees nearby were covered with scratches. The poplar trees next to the werewolf were broken by the waist. There were several corpses of wild wolves scattered nearby. The corpses were almost completely torn apart. Zelin couldn't tell what kind of corpse this was.

There must be a conflict between the werewolf and the monster that disappeared in the cave. The werewolf summoned a few wild wolves, but they were not opponents of the invading monster. These wolves were torn apart by the monster, and the werewolf did not dodge at once. In time, he was caught and thrown at a nearby poplar, knocking down a poplar directly. The footprints around the werewolf proved that the werewolf’s spine was broken in this impact, and then the monster tore its stomach when it was unable to move. If Zelin hadn't just appeared, it is estimated that the situation of this werewolf would not be any different from those of the wolves.

Although the result of both is death.

The werewolf's eyes looked at the sky, gradually dimming. Zelin bypassed the werewolf and quickly ran to the cave above the rock.