The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The only response to him was silence.

Zelin looked around, he stepped forward, his ears pressed against the door, holding his breath, trying to hear the sound inside through the door panel. After a while, he took a sharp breath and let his lungs start working again. It's a pity that the demon hunter's ears that could hear the sound of digging the dirt in the compartment in the dwarven mine were no longer available here, and he could not hear any sound from inside. Perhaps the archbishop is too tired to maintain the church in the place where the curse of the undead spreads, so he is still sleeping. Through Hazel’s introduction, Zelin could hear that the lower level of the Youxian Church is now full of living knights and monks, while the middle level will see thieves who climb in from time to time and try to steal property from the chaos. Unfortunately, they picked the wrong opportunity.

Only the upper part of the church is still under control, but some monsters like maggots have also appeared recently. Hezer thought it might have crawled in along the secluded church and the external drainage channel, because many similar monsters appeared in the stream outside, and Zelin had noticed this before they came in. It's just that whether it's Heyzer or Leonard, they are all outsiders, and they don't know the structure of this church deeply. Heyzer said that if he wants to solve this matter, it is estimated that he will have to wait for Archbishop Klimt to solve it. He is the archbishop here, and he is more familiar with every angle of the quiet church than others.

"Your Excellency Klimt, are you there?"

Zelin knocked heavily on the door, and the sound of knocking on the door echoed in the gloomy corridor.

As before, there is still no response.

The demon hunter sighed, and he took two steps back and looked at the metal gate in front of him. He didn't find the keyhole, which meant that this door was the same as the other places in Rodland. There was no lock, only the bolt, and the lock picker that he and Longyi carried with them could not open it. The door was blocked by something behind it, and it closed so tightly that he couldn't even find a gap through which he could see the situation inside.

"Hey, what are you doing? Are you smashing the door?" Long Yi, who heard the sound, walked out, leaning against the wooden door of the cubicle, and asked Zelin from the other end of the corridor with her arms folded. Although their compartment is next to the archbishop's room, this next door is not just to the extent that it is separated by a wall. "Hazel and the others have gone to bed. You can wait until tomorrow. If I were the archbishop you were going to see, being woken up in the middle of the night would never give you a good face."

Zelin glanced at the door for the last time, agreeing with Longyi's statement.

"You are right, Gnaiya, let us come again tomorrow."

The demon hunter heard the noise of the zigzag stairs leading to the top floor. Several living corpses attracted by the knock on the door were scratching at the roadblock set up by Hezer. Zelin held up his crossbow arrows and exploded the heads of the living corpses one by one like a target.

"The shot is accurate." Long Yi praised. "I want to compare archery with you when I have time. I haven't been archery for a while, but I'm a bit close to wanting to beat me."

"I have always shot accurately." Zelin snorted softly, and turned back to their compartment with the Dragonborn.

This is not a peaceful night. Hundreds of living corpses wandered in the church where they were resting. At this time, the demon hunter’s sensitive hearing became a problem, and he could clearly hear the stairs. The hoarse roar of the living corpse and the creak of scratching the wall are even more difficult to calm down, sometimes accompanied by the sound of maggots squirming, and Zelin is not the only person who feels this way, he has been unable to sleep peacefully in his arms. The same is true of Dragonborn. Gnaiya couldn't hear that clearly, but the occasional sound kept reminding them where they were sleeping.

The craziest thing about Gnaiya was just to lie down among the corpses after killing a group of ghouls. But resting among a group of living corpses always makes people uncomfortable.

One night passed, and the sky hadn't dawned, and Zelin had already woken up before the dark sun glowing with the twilight halo appeared on the horizon. He also awakened. Hearing heard Zelin pushing open the wooden door of the cubicle, he greeted him, and at the same time raised his leg and kicked the worm that did not know when it came up.

"How was your sleep last night?"

"If you don't have these neighbours of living corpses." Zelin rubbed the hair that was messed up when he slept, leaned against the stairs, and pointed back at the corpses that were roaring under the stairs with his thumb. "I will feel like at home."

Hazel drew a thoughtful expression on his face.

"These living corpses are getting more and more, and I suspect that all the nearby living corpses are coming to this church. There are also these worms. I have kicked off three of them today. I have not seen one in the past three days. It’s weird. But they all need to be cleaned up, just like sweeping dust and wiping candlesticks..." With that, Hazel walked past Zelin and stood behind the barricade blocking the stairs. She raised her iron pick. The light of soul magic appeared beside him, and in the next second, seven soul arrows shot out, and the living corpse that was pushing the roadblock was a crisp sound, as if being pulled away from the last soul, fell to the ground and followed. The steps rolled down.

"Archbishop Klimt doesn't want to stop this kind of thing? I think Leng Ligu is still under the control of the Youth Church. What about the church knights?"

"I don't know that." Hezer shook his head. She turned and walked to another compartment, and the voice came from under her bandage mask as she walked, "I haven't left this church in a while, except for sometimes accepting instructions from the goddess to kill those crazy people. Get a green tongue for the goddess. Ah, when you chatted with Archbishop Klimt yesterday, didn't he tell you these things?"

Hezer's figure temporarily disappeared in the compartment. After a while, she walked out holding a wooden barrel with some dirty clothes and dim curtains in it.

"No. Archbishop Klimt has slept too long this time." Zelin waved his hand. "And he must be a heavy sleeper. No matter how much I knocked on the door yesterday, I couldn't wake him up."

The sound of his chat with Hazel shocked the Dragonborn, and the plush pillow in the sleeping bag was thrown out, flew through the open wooden door of the compartment, and hit the demon hunter's head.

"Close the door, it smells really bad."

"Okay, okay." Zelin took the pillow and put it back in the cubicle. "Don't get up too late, we will continue on our way after a two-day rest."

Longyi waved his hand and buried his head with the pillow again. The noise at night made Gnaiya very tired in the morning. But Hazel heard the words in Zelin's words.

"Hurrying?" She gestured a question mark to her cheek. "Are you leaving?"

"Ah, yes, since you are safe here, I am relieved. I plan to rest for two days and then go to Lengyu Valley. I have other friends there, and he must know many things." Zelin It's not clear why Gwendelin could not keep the flames going, or why the Ashes took so long this time to pass the fire. But he believed that when he saw Gwendelin, all the problems would be solved. To say that there are many things in this world that Gwendelin does not know, I am afraid there are not many.

"You will leave after I finish my last offering, right?"

"Of course, otherwise, why should I stay? Is this bucket heavy? Give it to me. It just so happens. I want to go out and get some fresh air. No matter how many corpses outside, the air will be better than in this church. Much better."

"Oh, thank you so much." Hezer handed the bucket filled with clothes and curtains to Zelin. "Originally there weren't so many, but I saw that the curtains of the goddess bedroom were dirty last night, so I thought, I should just take the opportunity to clean them together. I really trouble you."

"It's okay, it's nothing."

Along the way, Zelin walked in front of Hazel, while Hazel was holding her pickaxe. From time to time, ragged living corpses noticed the two people who appeared in front of them, and the living corpses screamed and rushed up. Then they were knocked down one by one by soul magic. In the past, Zelin often accepted **** commissions, but now he suddenly realized that he seemed to be the target of Hazel's escort.

"I have heard several times. You said that the sacrifice offered to the goddess is a blue tongue. What is it? Doesn't it sound like some kind of special plant, is it animal liver? Or is it some kind of special meaning? Something?"

"Green tongue." Hezer waved his iron pickaxe, and smashed the head of a living corpse that was hiding in the corner. "It's a green tongue. Goddess Rosalia cannot communicate with her believers because she does not have a tongue, and we look for a tongue as a sacrifice, and the goddess can use this to bless us. Every time, the goddess will accept After a sacrifice, tell her believers where to find the target of the sacrifice. Now these targets are people who have long been alive, or poor people who were killed by a living before I found him. . I will cut off their stiff tongues and bring them back."

Hazel said lightly, perhaps in this world that burning souls are accustomed to, just cutting off the tongue of a dead person doesn't seem to be a big deal. But Zelin didn't feel that way.

"Who has the power to cut off the tongue of a goddess? It must be another god."

"I don't know about it either." Hezer shook his head. "Archbishop Klimt may know that he is the first person to serve the goddess Rosalia. If you ask, I think he will be willing to tell you. Oh! Here, here, put it Just by the river."

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The river beside the quiet church is covered with a layer of fallen leaves, almost blocking the entire river surface. The stream was still flowing, but compared with Zelin's first visit to Youxian Church, it was obviously dried up, and cracked riverbeds could be seen in many places. The thick fallen leaves on the river undulate from time to time, which are traces of the wandering monsters lurking in them. Strange-shaped worms lurking in rivers and streams, like poisonous snakes hidden in the grass, waiting for prey to approach. A beetle glowing with light blue fluorescence was startled by the two people who walked by. It swished out and disappeared into the rugged rock cracks by the river in the blink of an eye.

Zelin placed the wooden barrel by the river, and several maggots with arms that were inconsistent with their bodies crawled out. Then they were pierced by the spirit magic burst from behind by the demon hunter, and fell back into the river severely, splashing. A piece of water splashes.

"It's these creatures, ah, fortunately, only the smallest maggots crawled in. If so many worms rushed in, I'm afraid I will be helpless." Hezer rubbed his cheeks, rolled up his sleeves, and squatted down. Pick out the clothes and curtains from the barrel. "If you see Archbishop Klimt awake when you go back, remember to tell him on your behalf that we must clean up these monsters for the safety of the church and the dormitory of the goddess."

"I see." Zelin raised his head. From here, he could just see the dilapidated outer wall of Youxian Church. When he came here for the first time, he also found a group of thieves here with the help of Greylat, and asked them to provide information. But he didn't think these thieves were still here. They either died or fled when Eldridge woke up. "By the way, that place is the third floor of the church, right?"

The demon hunter suddenly thought of something. "Archbishop Klimt's room should be on the outside? He doesn't worry about thieves going in through the windows and stealing things inside? I remember there were a lot of thieves here in the past."

"Yes, they used to be a lot." Hazel didn't look back, she still focused on the clothes to be washed. "But those thieves can only steal some belongings of travelers and worshippers. If they attack the monks and bishops in the church, the church knights will kill them. But since Eldridge woke up, the thieves who remained behind All become living corpses, ah, you can still see them on the first floor of the church."

"Okay, I get it."

Zelin nodded.

"Oh, and, can I ask you something?"

Before the demon hunter was about to leave, Hazel asked him hesitantly. "This time for the sacrifice, I am going to a place close to the Losric Lift. The distance is a bit far away. I want to solve this problem as soon as possible. Therefore, it won’t take long for me to wash these out. Then I will Hang the clothes on the branches near here, before dark, can I trouble you to come and help take the clothes away?"

"No problem, I will be back soon."

Seeing Zelin's promise, Hazel made a great gesture, and then refocused his attention on the clothes in his hands.

Zelin returned to the quiet church, but he did not want to return to the goddess' dormitory. He thought of the first time he went to Youxian Church, climbing up through the cemetery on the side of the church, and getting in touch with the manager of the thieves organization here. The thief here knew that there was a way to climb to the top of the church, and Zelin knew now. Although it was just because there was no response from knocking on the door, I had to climb the wall and climb the window to get into someone else's house, which sounded inappropriate. But Klimt has been in his room for almost two days, and the flow of time in this world has obviously slowed down a lot. He stayed alone in the room for more than four days, being indifferent to outside queries. This in itself It's a very abnormal thing.

There is a passage around the top outside the Youxian Church. If this church is a fortress, then this passage is the corridor on the fortress wall. Standing on this, Zelin can clearly see the river below and the forest near the church. Already withered, there is no shelter from the canopy, and the road in the forest is unobstructed in the eyes of the demon hunter. The only thing that surprised Zelin was that he didn't even see the tower of the elevator leading to Losric. He still remembered that there was a giant on it, constantly using that sturdy javelin like a tree trunk to attack the secluded church and the living corpses near the undead settlement. But now, when he looked in the direction of Losric, all he could see was a cloud of gray. There is no elevator tower, and there is no magnificent outline of the city of Los Lik.

"What's going on..." The demon hunter wrinkled his forehead slightly, as if the city of Losric had just disappeared. But how can a city disappear? Not to mention, this city is big enough to hold tens of thousands of people.

But soon, the roar in his ear drew Zelin's attention back. He turned his head and looked out the hallway. On both sides of the corridor, pieces of rags fluttered in the wind.

No, it's not a rag.

They were ragged living corpses. They were originally lying on the ground and shrunken in the corner. The sound of the demon hunters' footsteps alarmed them. These living corpses still maintained some of their habits, including how to use weapons. Zelin saw the destruction. The flash between the pieces of cloth is the trace of the sun reflecting off the dagger. He saw seven living corpses rising from the ground, and the eighth living corpse was going around the corner, and the fallen leaves were shaken off as they got up.

Zelin pulled out the ebony blade from his waist.