The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The rain outside started to lighten up. Listening to the sound of raindrops falling on the ground, it was obviously not as rapid as before. The sky was densely covered with dark clouds, and there were renewed tombstones, monuments and obelisks washed away by rain everywhere. Since Regis lived here, then it was certain that this cemetery was as famous as its reputation, and there was no danger.

"Biologically speaking, this is a predatory behavior for these blood-sucking creatures. They must rely on blood to survive, just like the griffon will go from preying on wild beasts to attacking humans."

"Theoretically correct, but from the standpoint of human beings, these blood-sucking creatures must be dealt with if you want to survive normally. You can never tell the rabbit that the snake preying on you is just a natural hunting behavior, so obediently give up resistance. Wait for it to be eaten." Mandela Essence is indeed delicious, Zelin is a little worried whether he should continue to drink it, otherwise he probably won't be able to see other wines in the future. Maybe he could ask Regis before he left if he could bring him a half bottle, Gnaiya would like to drink these things very much.

"But as a monster killer, I'm curious, what do you think about hunting monsters. Or the code of conduct, for example, based on the amount and amount of reward?"

"Remuneration is only one of the reasons, just like someone wants to pay 130 Oren for me to hunt a pterodactyl hidden in the mountains." Zelin shrugged, as if thinking of more bad things." Prices are skyrocketing, and demon hunters have to eat. As a result, I can’t afford a silver candlestick for the money to kill a pterodactyl. However, some people hope to hire me to kill the squirrel party elves in the forest, or to deal with living in the lake. The half-murloc. But I am a monster killer, not an intelligent race hunter. I will not take the initiative to kill intelligent and rational non-human creatures, or creatures that do not pose a threat to humans, such as Oklaber, the type of creature It’s almost a meter, crawling on all fours, but the main food is small insects. As long as humans don’t take the initiative to attack it, there will be no danger. You can scare it away with sharp noises if you have to."

"You will kill creatures that break into human villages and kill people and **** blood, but for vampires living in towns." Regis stared at the distiller intently, the liquid in it constantly evaporating. He is extracting the theoretical third-layer essence of Mandela grass, which is a necessary condition for the elixir. Perhaps Latis would be willing to chat with him.

"In fact, I have never accepted the commission of hunting high-level vampires. Their power is very strong. Even if they are given to Bancheng property or Princess Xu Yi, it is estimated that no demon hunter will agree. Unless I am very good at all of these Rarely seen high-level vampires will take the initiative to attack a country, one village after another to slaughter humans, but I thought that this shouldn’t be a simple matter of being hired by a demon hunter.” He was choked, fiercely. Coughing. "Times have changed. In the past, monsters were monsters, and humans were humans. Now, monsters can become sensible and hospitable, and a monster’s heart can also be hidden under human skin. I will use my eyes to determine what to do. I'm too stubborn to be limited to a standard set down hundreds of years ago."

Regis showed great interest in the potion in his hand, regarding this alchemy product from Tamriel. But everything can be explained by the demon hunter’s potions. The world knows very little about them, let alone how many different variants of potions and decoctions they have. Even sorcerers can’t tell the difference between demon hunters. How many kinds of potions are there and what are their effects? After all, this kind of potion can only be used by the mutated demon hunter. Other people, even warlocks, will be fatal if they drink the modified potion.

"You are an erudite, Regis, if I have the opportunity, I hope I can bring some potions to visit you in your store in Dillingen, maybe we can discuss these potions."

The rain outside almost stopped. Although the time was close to dusk, the night was not that dangerous for the demon hunter. The army blocked the lower reaches of the Yaruja, and he had better cross the river before more severe orders were issued.

"Oh, yes, I'm always welcome. I hope maybe when I visit Mahakam, I will be welcomed by you too."

"Uh... can I take some wine away?"

"Of course, just take it, I don't drink."

Gnaiya would like this.

The encounter with Regis can be regarded as Zelin's rare good fortune among all kinds of bad luck.

But then, when the demon hunter arrived at Vidoff, he realized that the movement of time was just an illusion.

This was originally a small town with two hundred people, and it was also one of the main piers for people to cross the river to Sintra. But this is all in the past. Now the other side of the river is not called the Kingdom of Sintra. It is the Sintra province of the Nilfgaard Empire. Sintra ruled by a lioness has died, and the cub of Sintra— —For most people except a few people—the whereabouts are still unknown. On the road, Zelin has heard rumors about Xili’s death many times. People say that she has died in the refugee group. After a thrilling escape, she fell exhausted into the wilderness that no one knew, or she didn't escape at all, and died in the massacre with her grandmother Queen Carrance.

Maybe these rumors are a kind of protection for Hillary.

Zelin wasted a lot of time waiting for a passenger ship.

Most of the people in the river transport business lost their fortunes in the Great War a year ago, and then were forced to switch careers during the hostility and confrontation in the next six months. The squirrel party on the north side of the river bank and the unstable situation on the south side of the river bank made this The river almost lost its commercial value. Not to mention that the peace agreement has not yet been signed and the border has been blocked for half a year. Tamoria, Ridania, Bruges, Verden, and Sidaris all sent troops to Sutton Hill to Nastro. On the side of the fortress, any wooden planks floating on the river will be shot as imperial infiltrating soldiers.

Even now, the pirates in the Skellig Islands still have not stopped the war. The wreckage of ships burned by pirates can be seen everywhere at the mouth of Yaruja. Together with the influx of large trade unions from the south, they have almost squeezed out the weak northern traders. And transport ship.

So the demon hunter had to spend a lot more money than usual before he found a ship willing to take him to the Rivendell Valley.

That's because he is a demon hunter. When the ship docks in the south, the ship needs a good hand with a sword to protect them from them.

"The North Kos Free Army, the group of guys were originally closer to the south. They said they were fighting for the restoration of the country and independence from the oppression of the Nilfgaard Empire, but in fact they are more like a group of poorly equipped bandits. Since the Sintra Restoration Army appeared, they ran to the foot of the Amer Mountains."

Leaning on the side of the ship, looking at the towering peaks in the distance. The demon hunter listened to the captain's nagging. Fortunately, there were no accidents on the way. The captain was so happy that he didn't ask Zelin for more boat fares.

That is the place called the Devil's Peak, the highest place in the Amer Mountains. This mountain range separates the north from the south. I don’t know how many years ago, the Amer Mountains was only the boundary between the Kingdom of Sintra and the Kingdom of Nasser. It was also unknown how many years ago, people’s awareness of the world was still in the north. The nations and the southern nations. Nasser, Medina, Gissot, Ebbing, Mecht, Towson, Anglin. Now these have become the provinces and vassal states of the Nilfgard Empire, including the Amer Mountains that used to be the dividing line, but now it is just an ordinary mountain in the empire.

Zelin looked down at the clear water of the Yaluga River and sighed.

Francesca Fenbeda drilled out of the water and splashed with water. She leaned against the pool, and the surrounding steam made her wave and fan in front of her nose. Opposite her, Margarita Locks Antiel, the current dean of the Warlock Academy, lifted a bucket of water and poured it on her shoulders and chest.

"Oh~ Enid, it's been a long time since you've been to Goose Willen, what are you up to now?" Margarita wiped her face with a cold and wet towel, and the steam covered her whole body. Layers of crystal water drops. She asked the elf, "Are you continuing with the demon hunter? Hey, I have heard a lot of rumors about the death of the demon hunter, I don't know if it is his."

This is the Yinlu Hotel, the largest, best and most expensive hotel in Goss Willen. The sorcerer has booked the entire hotel and its steam bath, and then invited the elves and warlocks to come to this hotel with them before leaving. Seeing how familiar the innkeeper is with these two deans, it is certainly not the first time they have done this, and it is probably not the last time. In fact, this dean and an honorary dean have been here many times, or to welcome their friends. And the gold coins spent are estimated to be worth the rewards Zelin didn't know how many commissions.

In such a luxurious bath, on the rockery next to the bath, hot water continuously flows into the pool, and other close-to-natural decorations make them seem to be bathing in the lake in the rain forest. Even Francesca has to admit that the design of this bath is quite elf style, perhaps this is why Tisya chose to entertain her here.

So one afternoon, it was raining outside, and they chatted in the bath.

"Okay, Rita, Enid is not like you. You will fool around outside while teaching the students. You will set up a bad image for the students." Tisya was lying on the sofa next to the bath. Rolled up a thin piece of cloth sheet, sweat and water vapor make the sheet tightly attached to her body, highlighting the amazing figure of the female warlock. "If I want to invite the demon hunter to come, talk to him about the college and education Question, how should I let you sit next to me." She turned to the wizard warlock. "Don't worry, Enid, I will try to persuade the council to do something before the warlock conference."

"I will wait patiently, thank you, Tisya." Francesca nodded with a smile, she stretched her waist, and then buried her whole body in the water, enjoying the comfortable water temperature. On the contrary, Margarita pretended to be angry and slapped Tisya's fart fiercely.

"This is not a classroom. Don't talk about the things that are mentioned in the politics class. Let those boring politics go to hell. Anyway, now I am also the principal. You can't let me take the final exam." The sorcerer laughed. Her chest trembled with her movements. "Let’s talk about something interesting, Enid, and ask you a few serious questions. How is that demon hunter’s academy now? Does he have an apprentice? Have you seen the current hunter? Are the grass trial rituals and methods used by the demon hunters? What kind of posture do you like when you are with him?"

"Oh, my goodness." Tisya sighed, and pulled the sheet that was sliding down her chest.

Francesca showed her eyes out of the water and looked at Margarita, as if thinking of more people.

It seems a little bit cold.

Zelin couldn't help but sneezed.

"Hi, Demon Hunter, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

"No, it should be that the temperature near the Rivendell Valley is a bit too cold." He rubbed the tip of his nose. "This is a good ferry fare. You can count it."

"Yes, that's it. A good journey"

Zelin threw a bag of coins at the captain standing on the deck. Behind him, the Rivendell Valley and Saidora Passage connecting Tocente was quietly waiting for him.

Sorceress setting map

Compared with the past, it feels like a wizard: the image in the Gwent card is still closer to the original description. Although I always feel that Ida and Francesca’s pets are down, but as far as the characters are concerned, it is at least better than the ugly image of the Gwent card in the game... how to say, it is an independent game.

I hope this time there will be no problems with the picture.

Newly added part:

Chapter 345 Tao Sente

A year ago, before the Sintra massacre, Zelin had passed through the Rivendell Valley. At that time, he was only commissioned by various armies and legions to hunt monsters and ghouls to make money to repair the castle. At that time, the area had just been occupied by the Nilfgaards who had crossed over from the Amer Mountains, and there were charred villages and houses everywhere. Zelin was ready to walk in an uninhabited river valley and canyon for three days. For this reason, he also deliberately prepared a lot of food before boarding the ship. It is hard not to doubt that those hard bread cubes can be used as bricks.

As a result, two days after entering the river valley, he encountered a village.

A village that shouldn't exist. He knew the situation in the river valley before. There was no village here, but there was a druid oak tree.

"Look at your eyes, you are from the north? I have heard your legend, Demon Hunter. Are you here for a commission?"

A farmer in a cowhide jacket stands behind his fence. The village is surrounded by a circle of juma piles and wooden thorn piles, as well as a fence made of thick logs. Outside the wooden fence is farmland divided by fences. Zelin rode a horse and looked at the distance for a while before he was sure that this was really just a village, not an army resident. At least soldiers in the army won't just wear a jacket and stay outside brandishing hoes and pitchforks.

"Your voice is strange, you are not a local."

Not far away, several farmers are stacking hay with pitchforks. Wooden spears are placed on the sides of these farmers' fields. It is impossible for them to use these things against regular soldiers, but relying on wooden fences to fight against bandits and bandits should be more than enough.

This village has obviously not been built for a long time, and some sharpened stakes still show fresh white.

"Yes, we are all from Medina." The farmer pinched his waist with one hand and stepped on the shovel with one foot. His body is very strong and shows no signs of malnutrition. On the other side of the fence, a woman with her head bowed was mending a piece of clothing, probably the farmer's wife. It seems that their lives are pretty good, at least they can get food and clothes by their own work.

"Matina, that's really far enough." Zelin thought about the memory of Madina in his mind and shrugged. "If the road conditions are good, it will take at least three months on the carriage, maybe more. Why are you here?"

"The emperor's representative said that if we emigrate here, all the land we planted will belong to us, and within ten years, the emperor's tax collector will not knock on my door." Speaking of this, The farmer seemed very happy. "Praise the sun, and may the sun **** bless the emperor. We originally lived on the seaside of Medina, but the **** Skelliger pirates made us unable to live at all, and staying inland is even better than staying. It’s still safe in a city with city walls and a port. As a result, your majesty’s order just came, so I sold the family property with the people in the same city and planned to come here and have a new life."

"Crutch's anger has not subsided." The demon hunter sighed. Esther Tuliseah, Prince of Sintra, brother of Crazy Quete. His death caused the Skelligites and the Nivelgard people to forge a **** feud, especially when the weak navy of the empire was unable to break through the coastal defenses of Verden, both King Bran and Craggy could command the long ship from Nasser killed all the way to the coast of Etolia.