The Divine Hunter

  Chapter 79 The Secret Chamber Behind the Dust and Fog

   "Cough cough..." On the other end of the dust mist, a violent cough suddenly sounded. Roy hurriedly ran over and found that the Demon Hunter was leaning against the corner of the wall, and his leather armor was blown to pieces like a beggar.

  The exposed arms, chest, and thigh skin are all small wounds scraped by gravel and burnt burns, and the image is terrible.

  It’s good if you don’t die!

  The alchemy potion is exhausted, but there are three calendula potions left, which just come in handy.

   "Reso, how do you feel? Where did you get hurt?"

"Cough..." The demon hunter took a break for a while, his eyes pierced through the white mist, his heart lingering, "It's not a problem...cough cough...it seems like a broken rib, right leg bone...cough …I never thought of my fame as Resor I, and I was almost killed by fire."

   "You are so close," Roy's face was surprised. He was hit hard at such a distance, and the Demon Hunter could still survive. "If you change to an ordinary person, there is absolutely no dead body!"

   "The Kunen's seal of the ghost killing has not disappeared, otherwise I should go underground to meet my comrades-in-arms."

  The witcher suddenly asked, "Are you okay?"

   "I was far away, and I was lucky enough to escape." Roy smeared the blood from his ear and stretched it out in front of the Demon Hunter.

   "I have never seen a seven-hole bleed, who is still alive and kicking like you."

  "……"

  The two rested for a long time, until the white mist cleared, and the originally plain and small cave showed a completely different scene.

  The violent vibration of the explosion of the nest did not affect the passage in front, but caused the rock wall on the left side of the cave to collapse, revealing a strange secret room.

  Behind the rock wall, there is a cave.

  "Could it be that this is the legendary catastrophe, there must be a blessing?" Roy helped the limping demon hunter slowly into the secret room.

  The space is not large, similar to a single bedroom in an ordinary hotel, but the overall style layout and surrounding walls are very different from the rough and uneven in the mine. It is obviously polished, smooth and meticulous.

  If there are people living here, the room is empty, without any furniture, not even a bed.

   Even more bizarre is that the rock wall was sealed at the beginning, which means that there is no way to the outside world. Living in it does not mean that you can only starve and wait to die?

   "Which boring guy is it that built an empty chamber in such a dark mine?"

  Roy couldn't help being disappointed. He thought he would have some adventures or something.

   "According to me, this should be the residence of a certain warlock." The witcher asserted, "Only the warlock who can open the portal can come and go freely."

  With the help of the young man, the demon hunter slowly came to the most eye-catching secret room in front of the huge smooth wall facing the entrance.

  The big rough hand gently stroked the upper wall, and almost instantly the snake pie pendant hanging on the neck began to vibrate strangely. This vibration was different from the weakness of encountering evil spirits, but was full of strength and inspiring.

  "Is this wall strange?" Roy followed the witcher's groping, but the touch was hard. It was a genuine stone wall.

   "I can't touch it anymore. The wall has been spelled by a warlock, and there is just some magic gold powder left."

  Resso pulled out a handful of gray powder from the tattered potion belt around his waist, and then took out a handful of gray powder. This is the warlock’s public enemy, the material for refining anti-magical metal bombs.

   With a big wave, the powder was smeared on the blank wall, and the whole wall suddenly looked like paper soaked in water, with vivid and bright colors permeating from the inside to the outside.

  The two looked at each other and acted together.

  When the last corner of the wall was stained with powder, water ripples spread to both sides, as if slowly opening a picture scroll, a pair of vicissitudes and ancient murals were completely revealed in front of the two of them.

  The two remain silent and read from left to right.

  The beginning of the mural is an elf with sharp ears, narrow neck and a crown. Standing on a high platform, in front of the throne, open his arms to welcome the elf people who are creeping on the ground like a tide under the steps.

  Thousands of people bow down.

  Roy's fingertips touched the wall lightly, and in the cool touch, a strange wave passed along the fingertips from the mural into his body.

   Suddenly, his figure shook, as if suddenly teleported from the secret room to the mural, becoming one of countless elves bowing down the steps.

   gazed at the emperor with a sturdy figure and a sacred and majestic face above. As if looking at the boundless sea and unattainable peaks.

  He became a tiny ant, a humble witness.

  ……

  Awakened from the brief loss of consciousness, Roy couldn't help but turn his attention to the second mural. The elf king wielded a blood-red long sword. Behind him was a wave of soldiers responding, and in front of him was a group of vicious and hateful "aggressors."

   "Is this a human?"

  Roy frowned. Judging from the size and appearance, the group of "aggressors" should be human, and they have been deliberately vilified. His face is hideous and distorted, and his body is full of evil spirits.

  Next, blood and flames covered the earth, the magnificent kingdom was turned into ruins, the elven corpses were everywhere, the human executioner was standing on the ruins, and the long sword was holding the neck of the elven king.

  In the last mural, an elf dropped his sword, drew a long bow engraved with runes, and shot it toward the sun in the sky. The wounded sun shed countless dark rains of blood, and the rain of blood penetrated into the earth, a mysterious and delicate plant, swaying green leaves and rooting and sprouting on the waist.

  After reading the murals, Roy fell into a long silence, as if some invisible secret curse had been imposed on his mind, one after another lifelike and terrifying war pictures flashed quickly.

  Gradually, his eyes became red, his nose was gasping, and his fists clenched into a state of madness!

   "Pop--" The demon hunter slapped him over, Roy was screamed, then grinned and touched his flushed cheek, his eyes regained his clarity.

   "Reso, can't you start lightly?!"

   "Cough and cough... Take strong medicine for severe illness." The wound on the demon hunter's body began to ache again, and he took a breath with an ugly face, "One step later, I'm afraid you will commit suicide."

  "This mural..." Roy hesitated to say something. He knew the truth about the history of the world, but he still had to listen to the thoughts of the demon hunter first.

"There is no doubt that these murals record a period of history of humans and elves." The witcher whispered, "The legendary human beings are not the aborigines of this continent, but have drifted from the far shore of the ocean. , Slaughtered many ancient races, including elves, and eventually ruled the entire world."

"Legends are only legends after all. The human kingdom is standing in the world. Many historical documents may have been tampered with, and countless truths have been buried. It is impossible to tell whether they are right or wrong. Anyway, most humans do not think that they are invaders and have seized the ancient races. Place of residence."

  "So what do you think?" Roy asked suddenly.

   "Me?" Reso touched his nose, "The demon hunters have no realm of race. You must know that most of the demon hunters of the cat school were elves."

   "Regardless of history, the demon hunter only needs to maintain his principles."

  In fact, Roy is very clear.

  Humans are indeed smuggled from other continents. Many major human cities, including Vizima and Novigrad, are built on the ruins of the Elf Kingdom.

  However, the elves of this world, or the Ain Shidi clan, also smuggled over from other worlds on white ships/white ships, slaughtered the aborigines and ruled the mainland for a long time.

  Seriously, dwarves and goblins are the aborigines of this continent, and now most of them have been forced to live in seclusion in the corners of the mountains.

   By the way, Mahakam was also part of the Elven Kingdom.

  It’s not hard to understand that there is an Elf Chamber in the mine.

  He guessed, “Maybe a grieving elf mage built this secret room to keep a ‘historical record’ for later generations to learn about human atrocities.”

  Reso nodded and shook his head.

  "Not at all, at least the main purpose of this mage is not to record the history of their ancestors, but to—"

  The demon hunter braced his body with difficulty, knocked on the mural, and the palm that was tightly pressed against the mural suddenly pushed forward. As he exhaled and swallowed, a swift wind blew in mid-air.

  Roy's gaze condensed, but he saw that the mural under the palm of the Demon Hunter was directly knocked down by an Alder's mark, and the space behind the mural became different among the dust.

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