The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Zelin saw Gneya lift the telescope, as if he thought that lifting this magic item to a higher place would make the signal better. Then he put his face in front of the telescope again, and Zelin could almost see the reflection in the eyes of Dragonborn, "I can't see...you."

"The magical energy here is too little. I think it may be too little to drive the telescope to continue the image." Zelin explained. Although he didn't understand the principle, compared with Gnaiya, he and Fa Lanxisca spent more time together and heard more. The demon hunter has chaotic energy in his body. He can charge the magic spar, but Gnaiya can't. "But don't worry, I can hear you and see you."

The demon hunter moved his shoulders and listened to the crisp sound of the bones and joints. The wind was very strong, and the sea of ​​clouds outside the cliff of the sacrificial site not far away was rolling, and the waves were turbulent. The human-shaped tree next to the sacrificial ground seemed to have grown bigger, and Zelin saw a strange fruit bearing on the branch, swaying lonely in the cold wind blowing from the cliff. Standing on the dome and looking down, the mountain road outside the sacrificial area could not conceal the aura of decadence. Compared with the previous time, the undead guards wearing gray robes outside have disappeared. Maybe they have already become living corpses, led by the fire woman and thrown into the brazier of the sacrificial field with a spiral sword.

"You can't believe it, what I found here. Look at this!" Gnaiya raised a bracelet in front of the telescope as if to show off, and shook Zelin. Zelin found that the Dragonborn was in a place with a torch, because the ruby ​​inlaid on the gold bracelet was reflecting the light of the fire. "I bet that the jailers in the underground prison of Irushiel were definitely not good people before they were born. Their prison is full of treasures. How could a group of jailers have so much gold. But now they are dead. If you find you Friends of, remember to bring them to the underground jail together. I need someone’s help to take so many things out."

Zelin opened his mouth. He just wanted to say something, but what he blurted out instantly turned into a warning. He saw the first faint light of fire appeared in the shadow behind Gnaiya, a soldering iron heated to a bright red. The soldering iron was lifted up, reflecting the ugly and terrifying face waving below.

"Be careful behind!"

The dragon descendant subconsciously threw the telescope out almost when the soldering iron was raised. Zelin saw the scenery rolling, the telescope was falling rapidly, the picture became blurred, and the transmission of magic began to be unstable.

"Gnaiya!"

Metal colliding and staggering, the roar of the living corpse echoed in the gloomy narrow corridor of the underground prison, the roar became weaker and weaker, as if the telescope was getting further and further away, the harsh and hoarse tones one after another, accompanied by Gnaiya's sharp Roar.

"Gnaiya!"

The telescope fell to the ground, just facing the roof of the prison where the horrible torture was suspended. He saw a living corpse dragging a soldering iron stepping on the lens, and another living corpse carrying a stinging sword. The red lantern in his hand reflected the dim prison even more eerie and terrifying.

"Gnaea! Don't fight with too many monsters!"

"Well, stop shouting, I can hear you."

The roar of the monster, like a cracked string, came to an abrupt end. The scenery of the telescope began to change again, and finally fixed on the cheek of the dragon descendant with some drops of sweat. Gnaiya picked up the telescope and gave Zelin a cheerful smile. "Don't worry, the monsters here are no more threatening than the Skyrim bandits hiding behind the rocks and throwing cold arrows at you."

She didn't know where the tip of her nose was touched by ash, she rubbed it, but instead made herself more like a tabby cat.

"Oh, damn, there is too much dust here, I hate this place." The Dragonborn shook the soldering iron he had snatched from the monster. "It seems that I carry their stolen goods and make these people feel unhappy. But listen up, Zelin, this time I will bring back more treasures than you got during your adventure. At that time, I will hire someone. A construction team, build a castle that belongs to me, and then you have to move to my castle, do you understand?"

"I am looking forward to it. You must ensure that you will not be in danger." Zelin said seriously to Gnaiya. "Otherwise I will drag you out of the underground prison, and then throw all the treasures you found off the cliff in front of you."

"Huh, I'll win this game. So are you. If you go outside of Losric, you must tell me, otherwise I will definitely find you and drag you back into the portal! Don't think about it anymore. Secretly take risks behind my back."

With that, the dragonborn ended the communication. Of course, she didn't know much about magic, and the way of disconnecting was rough and simple-throwing it in her pocket. Regarding this, Zelin could only sigh, and then disconnected the magic link of Telescope.

How could he not know what Gnaiya was thinking.

It is not necessary to find gold and build a new castle. But what Gnaiya wants is not necessarily a new castle, but a home that belongs to her. Maybe in the academy, it may be difficult for her to have a sense of comfort of her own, especially since Francesca started to live permanently. After.

But even if he knew, what could he do?

Love, in the past, was undoubtedly an impossible luxury for the demon hunter. He has solved the contradictions between families for many people, and has seen more tragedies caused by this, but now, the commission is resolved But it fell on the demon hunter himself. In response, he could only sigh gently.

Alas, woman.

Carefully walking down the circular vault, Zelin jumped onto the strange tree, then climbed down the trunk, in front of the arcade outside the fire-passing sacrificial field, walked in and looked down. The first thing that attracted Ze Lin's attention were the five huge thrones in the center of the sacrificial ground. Zelin still remembered that someone told him in the past that these thrones belonged to the Salary King. Now, there is already a thin and dry man sitting on one throne, and on the other three seats, there are sparking sparks. Head. Only the last throne remained, empty. Maybe it was preparing the place for the last salaried king, the prince of Losric.

Once, the fire gradually extinguished, and Wang Ying disappeared.

Now, Ashes have brought back three salary kings, and perhaps as Gwendelin said, the great cause of spreading fire in this world is about to be completed.

Ring the final bell for this world.

Chapter 1439 Fire in the Sacrificial Field

"You have come to the fire-spreading sacrificial site again, Lord Knight, it is great to see you safe and sound. Have you brought new news?"

The fire-resistant woman with a delicate silver mask on her eyes put her hands together and bowed slightly.

"I...I'm also very happy to see you again. It's still safe to see here. It's better than anything else." Standing in the fire-spreading sacrificial field, Zelin nodded to the fire woman, although he knew what the other party was. I can't see it. "And you are the same as in the past. In this era, little change should be the best thing. If you can bow directly to me, I will be happier."

"Oh, sorry, your footsteps can be so soft as the Lord Knight, you may be the only one."

Just like last time, the fire woman with her back to Zelin turned around and bowed to him again.

The slightly dim white curly hair is properly draped on the shoulders, and the ends of the hair hang down to the waist. Although the cut-out nun dress is a bit dim, it still can't hide the fire-resistant girl's comfort in this increasingly bad age. Temperament. She adjusted the shawl on the sleeves, and her style that would not appear disrespectful and calm at any time made people wonder who she was and what she had experienced before becoming a fire-resistant woman. But these are meaningless now. The fire girl will dedicate her life to the flame. Her name will be thrown away in the past, leaving only the identity of the fire girl.

"There is nothing new. I thought I could see that ashes here. The God of Dark Moon has great expectations for spreading the fire. He hopes everything will be normal here."

"Master Ash has gone to Losric's large library, and the matter of spreading the fire... will definitely proceed as the Dark Moon God wishes." The fire-resistant girl's white fingers lightly touched the silver blindfold. "I will continue to serve Master Ash here and do my best. Moreover, the saint of Kalim is also here. She has completed her training and became a new fire-resistant woman."

"The saint of Kalim?" Zelin thought about it in his own memory. Finally, he thought of the two Kalims he saw when he first arrived at the secluded church. A long time has passed. , But the demon hunter remembers things in another world very firmly "Ilena of Kalim? A saint escorted by the Knight of Igo from Kalim?"

"Lord Knight, do you know her and Knight Yigo? Great, she is in the tower outside the sacrificial area. Irina has become a new fire-resistant woman, but she has not yet received the blindfold." The fire-resistant woman touched again. Own silver blindfold. "Knight Igo went to search for her, and I haven't come back. If she can see another familiar person, it may be able to temporarily alleviate the worries about Knight Igo."

Zelin and these two Kalims do not have much intersection, but in today's terrible world, why should the people who are still alive not help each other?

"I see. If you are looking for a blindfold, I think I should be able to help." Zelin nodded. "I came here to find the imam priest, but you can tell me if there is anything that needs help in the sacrificial ground now."

"Thank you for your generosity, Lord Knight."

At this time, he felt a sight that made him uncomfortable, and he raised his head to meet the only thin man sitting on the throne. Facing the gaze of the demon hunter, the face of the thin and dry man like a living corpse barely squeezed a smile.

"The generosity of the Dark Moon God is really surprising." His voice was hoarse, as if forcibly squeezing it out of his throat. "Ah, there is no need to waste energy on me, I'm just an unworthy exile. Go and execute the order of the Dark Moon God, the order of the god..." His voice gradually became low and became It's hard to detect.

"Master Rudols, he voluntarily becomes the Salary King for the continuation of the world." The fire woman whispered beside her, and she lowered her head. "All those who are still alive should remember your sacrifice."

Rudols the Banished.

Zelin wanted to ask where the salary king Rudos came from, but in the end he gave up the idea. The name of the exile has already explained his identity. Perhaps, he would not like to tell his origin, and it would be even more offensive to ask about it.

Rudos didn't say anything, the fire girl gave Zelin a pleased smile, and sat back again by the brazier with the spiral sword.

As Zelin walked towards the corridor leading to the sacrificial ground, he suddenly heard Rudos' low voice ringing in his ears.

"Don't underestimate the fireproof girl, she is not a simple person..."

The demon hunter turned his head abruptly, Rudos still folded his hands on his chin, squinting his eyes slightly, as if he was always half asleep and half awake.

Zelin glanced at him deeply, then looked back.

The imam priest in a blood-red robe was sitting on the side of the corridor connecting the two areas of the fire-passing sacrificial field. Compared with the past, she seemed to be older. The blacksmith’s thumping sound echoed in the corridors of the sacrificial ground. When the shadow of the demon hunter blocked the bottles and jars in front of the main priest of the Imma, she slowly raised her head, revealing a wrinkled face like a dead locust tree. A kind smile.

"Ah, conjurer from Onuma, you are still alive. I still wonder, when will I see the ashes picking up your ashes."

"My ashes are not good things, poisonous or harmful." Zelin squatted down and looked at the priest sitting on the wooden chair. Rodland’s jokes always make it difficult for him to understand "The Fire Passing Sacrificial Site looks good. It would be nice if Losric could be the same as here."

"Losrik doesn't exist anymore, haha, but if the sacrificial grounds and flames are still there, does a country built for the purpose of protecting the flames have any meaning? You come to me, this old woman, not just thinking about it. Let’s find someone to chat. The fire girl and the new saint here are better candidates, or the witch from Rondo, Ash insists that she can stay in the sacrificial area, so those of us who serve Ash, also There is no right to say anything. There is a thief. Now anyone can come to the sacrificial ground, but that thief is also helping Ashes obtain weapons and equipment. It would be better if he could pay attention to his safety. He should know. The King’s Courtyard and the Great Bookstore are definitely not the Lothrik he is familiar with, and so is the magician. Come on, conjurer, what do you want to know?"

"I originally had only one problem." Zelin rubbed the tip of his nose. "But now you are giving me more questions."

"Hehe, there will never be a final answer to a question, and what do you want to know? Ah, my old lady is nagging more and more, and the problems should be solved one by one."

"Yes, as you said, the problems should be solved one by one." Ze Lin pursed his mouth, and he thought for a while. "What's going on with Losric now?"

The first thousand and forty chapters point to Losric