The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Zelin checked the teeth and claws of all the corpses of the wolves. There were no blood stains on them, which meant that the wolves did not hurt the attacker at all. Then he reached out and opened the **** fur on the wild wolf, revealing the fine orange and black velvet underneath, indicating that the wild wolf that was killed was not an ordinary wolf, but a subspecies of the wolf---the wolf. The fierceness of the wolf is limited to the white wolf in the wild highlands of the Skellig Islands. A well-trained soldier cannot guarantee that he can win in a one-on-one duel with the wolf, let alone the wolf leading the close. A pack of ten wolves. The wolves that allowed professional soldiers to detour were easily killed by the attackers...Zelin had raised the enemy's danger a bit more in his mind.

Although the meat of the wolves is delicious, Zelin has also received an order to help hunt the wolves, but here, the griffon emblem hung on his neck did not tremble, which shows that there is no trace of magic here. It is not a demon hunter, not to mention that a demon hunter will not take the initiative to hunt down wild wolves to fill their stomachs.

Looking away from the corpse of the wolf, an incomplete corpse is particularly obvious among the corpses of wild wolves. The edible parts of the wolf's body have been neatly cut off, and the whole body looks like it has just been a novice in the slaughterhouse. The butcher used it to practice the knife. Compared with the artistic battle traces nearby, it was horrible. Even in the eyes of Zelin, who had hardly cooked food several times, what the attacker did was not so much hunting for food. Rather, it's more like a hungry person who found food and chopped off all the meat that could be eaten on it. At the same time, beside the corpse, Zelin found human footprints among the footprints of many beasts.

"Is it just a human hunter...no, it's impossible?" Zelin raised his eyes, and the human footprints stretched deep in the forest. The footprints were not deep in the mud. He stretched out his hand and opened his fingers to measure the footprints. He inferred the opponent's footprints. The height is definitely not more than 1.8 meters, and the weight is much lower than the weight of a normal adult.

It had just rained north of the Ponta River, and the land was wet. Zelin’s footprints on the ground were deeper than this, or that the opponent was a light humanoid creature who dared to enter the forest to hunt and kill. The beasts are all grown-up men with strong bodies. Since the confluence of the celestial spheres 1,500 years ago, every time a full moon descended, it was a period when monsters and energies from different worlds were active on the continent, and there was even a wild hunting team in the sky. Humans would not choose to go out hunting at this time.

Zelin stood up, closed his eyes and began to sort clues from his mind. Can use tools, human form, light body, fast attack, and can eat the flesh on the corpse...

Is it a fog demon?

The fog demon has very strong arms and sharp claws. Its attack can cut its prey like a human sword. They will hide in the fog before attacking. When the victim is targeted by it, they will attack The thunderbolt launched a surprise attack. If the enemy is not killed after a successful blow, they will quickly escape to the fog and wait for the next opportunity to attack. From the scene, all kinds of evidence point to the fog demon. If there were more chaotic paw prints on the scene, Zelin would definitely target the werewolf for suspicion.

"Anyway, prepare some sword oil first." Zelin opened the medicine bag tied with twine around his waist, which was filled with various decoctions, potions and sword oil, accompanied by a burst of glass collision. He drew a vial filled with dark green viscous liquid from a pile of potion bottles. The potion in the vial has almost bottomed out. Recently, I don’t know why, the ghouls and evil ghosts that are harassing the countryside have become extremely active. Zelin was stopped by farmers in the field more than once on the way and asked him to help clean up the monsters in the rice fields. For this, Zelin usually let the farmers Help fill up the water in the kettle or give him a piece of bread as a proper reward.

After all, they can't take out any coins as rewards.

Reminiscent of a month ago, in the capital of Covind, Adkalay, Zelin had just gathered the Northern Territory deck, but when he was addicted to the Gwent card, he called himself Yang. The mage of drew him from the tavern and gave him an electric shock treatment and then told him to go to the southern Mahakam Mountains to solve the trouble. Zelin had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Hey, wait for tomorrow to find a herbal medicine merchant nearby. It's time to re-dispense some sword oil" Zelin muttered, opening the medicine bottle stopper with a bang, and carefully smearing the sword oil evenly on his silver sword. Above, the demon hunter carries two weapons, one is a silver sword used to kill demons, the other is used to kill humans who are no different from demons in their hearts, as for small props such as daggers and crossbows. It depends on personal preference.

When the dark green potion completely covered the silver sword, the potion bottle almost bottomed out. Zelin looked at the potion bottle regretfully, thought for a while, and poured the remaining sword oil on the sword again. The sword oil is gone and you can do it again, but if you lose your life while hunting, even the five powerful wizards of the Archmage Association on Suny Island will have no choice. Which is more important, Ze Lin is very clear.

Applying sword oil, Zelin took out another bottle of lavender potion---potion. Tawny Owl when he put the empty bottle back to his waist. This kind of potion mixed with verbena, crab spider venom and dwarven spirits can keep the demon hunter always vigorous and stamina in battle. Sometimes the demon hunter has to entangle with the target monster for a long time, and even spend the whole day hunting down the enemy, but nevertheless, there has never been a demon hunter exhausted in history. The griffon demon hunter master, who is respected as the elder, said to the young apprentice more than once, “If you want to successfully hunt, you must not only learn to grasp the timing, but also run as fast as a rabbit.” Although he has not tested himself to drink the demon. Can it run past the rabbit after the medicine, but Zelin feels that he can turn the rabbit into a delicacy on the barbecue before the rabbit reacts.

Pour the potion into your mouth, swallow the potion in one swallow before the taste buds at the base of your tongue transmit the signal to the brain that you are about to be killed by the potion, and then take out the water to rinse your mouth. Then he threw the empty bottle on the ground, Zelin smacked his lips, the bitterness still remained but it would no longer affect him. "Come on, let me see what you are..."

Chapter 4 Ways to Prove Innocence

The deeper the forest, the more chaotic the footprints, but there are more and more traces left, including not only humans, but also scratches on tree trunks and ghoul footprints. Not only that, Zelin also discovered A human corpse, from the perspective of the degree of decay, was about a week away from its death. He also found a talisman on the remains of the corpse’s clothing. Zelin planned to wait for the matter here to be resolved and take the talisman to a nearby place. The village asks to see if anyone is missing, and then informs its relatives about its death. For those who might be killed by monsters, Zelin can only do this.

"May you rest in peace." Zelin sighed beside the corpse, raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, the corpse under his feet began to burn fiercely as if it had been splashed with fuel. The fire light instantly illuminated the surrounding woods, and a scorched smell filled the air. Zelin frowned, turned and continued to follow the human-like scent. Footprints move forward. A few seconds after he left, the whole body was burned to ashes, and then dissipated in the roaring night wind.

Regarding the corpse, Zelin always remembered a lesson. If the corpse cannot be buried in the cemetery as soon as possible, and no scavengers—whether it is a crow or a ghoul—can eat it, then it is cremated as soon as possible. Because you can't predict whether this corpse will turn into a bone or a demon spirit here. When a person dies with resentment, but is nostalgic for something, its soul can easily become a demon spirit.

For the ghouls and werewolves, some organized national soldiers can destroy them after paying a certain price, but for the demon spirits, the steel sword in the soldier's hand cannot hurt them at all. Demon hunters often see signs of haunted places on notice boards. Generally speaking, this means that there is a demon spirit, or a small earth spirit, and expensive remuneration in that place. People are more willing than real threats. Spend a lot of money on ethereal spirits, because their threat is worth this price.

After passing by the unknown dead, Zelin moved on. Try to find the enemy before the sword oil evaporates. The footprints are getting more and more chaotic, which means that the tracked target has performed frequent activities nearby, but in Zelin's beast pupils, there is no trace of fighting around. It is neither a combat nor a social creature, but it can move frequently. This shows that...

He is not far from the target.

Sure enough, after entering the forest for about a thousand meters, a high hill appeared within Zelin's field of vision. The slopes were covered with various trees. At this time, it was spring, and the sight line was only a dozen meters high and it was lush. Blocked by the woods. However, the distance of more than ten meters is enough for him to judge whether the footprints are going uphill. If the opponent's lair was really on a high slope, Zelin had to reconsider the probability of encountering the Harpy. Although Zelin personally, the harpy itself is vulnerable, the real threat is the stench in the harpy's lair that is unbearable for mice. Compared with the potion, the stench was as sweet as honey water.

Fortunately, the footprints disappeared in the bushes within a few meters of the upward movement. Zelin walked through the sparse bushes, and finally found a cave in the bushes.

"Well... the cave is very suitable for the living environment of the fog demon..." Ze Lin looked up and down at the entrance of the cave which was about two meters high and only wide enough for two adults to pass side by side. The terrain of this continent is rather peculiar. Although humans live on the plains near the rivers, in the mountains, you can see strange-shaped natural caves everywhere. Sometimes these caves are inhabited by single-line monsters, and sometimes they are inside. It is in the ruins of the elves that were abandoned 1,500 years ago.

But in terms of danger, the latter is obviously more threatening, because almost every elf ruins are full of demons and gorefiends, and there are often guys who have been stunned by the legends of elf treasures running into the ruins to hunt for treasure. , And then let his soul join the ranks of the demon spirit.

Obviously, this cave was just a small cave. The griffon emblem hung between Zelin's neck did not respond, and there was no magic remaining nearby, so it was safe. Zelin squinted his eyes, all his muscles tightened, holding the silver sword in both hands, and cautiously walking into the cave. It is not uncommon for a demon hunter who overturned the ship in the gutter due to negligence, but Zelin didn't want to let himself. The name became the negative teaching material in the post-population.

Not long after entering the cave, Zelin's sensitive ears heard an unusual crackling sound, a faint burst of air when the flame burned the wood. It stands to reason that monsters can’t make fires, especially for the mist monsters that Zelin judged. Few monsters have the wisdom to use tools. It is only known that the tomb banshees are similar to humans, but the mist monsters...not to mention making fires. They don't even like to see the light.

Is your judgment wrong? Zelin's brows furrowed deeper, the evil spirits like to make fires in the caves, but Zelin had seen the evil ghosts' lair, before he came close, he encountered several evil ghosts besieged, and he didn't know what the evil ghosts meant to the invaders. Forbearance and ambush, they only want to turn the meat they see into their own things, whether it is a human or a beast.

If it were not for evil spirits, Zelin would never believe that the guy who hunted the wolves would be human robbers who fell into the grass. With such skills, there is no need to be a blood-licking robber, even though the Nilfgaard Empire is now in the south. Just about to move, the soldier profession is no longer as popular as it used to be, but there is no pressure to be a member of a special force with that kind of skill. As far as Zelin knows, it is only the blue iron guard and the flame rose knights of the Kingdom of Temoria. The conditions set out will make a lot of people move, not to mention that the Eternal Fire Church is recruiting a large number of witch hunters, and there is nothing to say about the treatment of masters.

Zelin thought for a while, loosened the hilt with one hand and stretched out the other steel sword behind him. Still the same sentence, be careful to sail the ship for ten thousand years, making mistakes is not terrible, but terrible is not admitting it.

The inside of the cave is relatively spacious. After passing through the entrance of the cave, Zelin's vision is suddenly clear. The height of the cave is more than five meters. The cave with four horses in parallel allows Zelin to have room to fight with a giant female. Slowly walking through the cave corridor, after passing the corner, Zelin saw a bonfire with a crackling sound and a figure near the bonfire. After seeing Zelin, the figure quickly stood up, and at the same time picked up an epee on the ground with a blue hilt and a golden handguard, and made a vigilant movement.

"Who are you, report your name!"

When the opponent stood up completely, Zelin realized that the opponent was just a petite figure no more than one meter tall. The cave was very empty, the bonfire was a little faint and the surroundings were unusually dim, and the other party's large cloak completely covered the body, Zelin was unable to find any valuable information from it. The other party's voice may be a little hoarse because he hasn't drink water for a long time, but Zelin can hear it. As long as the other party doesn't use any magic props to change the sound line, this must be all women, or...girls?

Then Zelin noticed the sword in the opponent's hand and only talked about the appearance, starting at at least two kilograms. And seeing her holding the sword, she knows how to use the sword, at least not to let the sword fall and chop her toes. Zelin didn't know once saw a recruit who had no basis in swordsmanship hit him with his sword for the first time. Obviously, the person in front of him was not.

"Who are you! Report your name!" Seeing Zelin staring at him without a word, the girl hiding under the cloak sternly asked. At the same time, the center of gravity moved back, the left foot moved forward, and the long sword was raised to his left. Place your side shoulders in a fighting position.

"I just wanted to clean up the monsters in the countryside, but accidentally found someone who stole the bull." Zelin took back the silver sword, and at the same time was a pity for the wasted sword oil, but he still held the steel sword in his other hand. Zelin is not a person with the highest appearance. He has seen too many kind-hearted shapeshifters and night monsters, and he has also seen many humans with beautiful faces but like a snake in their hearts.

"I haven't done anything to steal" the girl firmly denied, Zelin took the opportunity to listen carefully to the pronunciation of every word of the girl, and wanted to judge where the other person came from by accent. However, the girl's accent was not like any dialect that Zelin had heard. It has the taste of Tamoria and the feeling of Aden, and even the accent of the merchant Nilfgaard that Zelin has encountered.

"The thieves won't admit that they have stolen until they have all the stolen goods," Zelin said coldly. "Did you kill a group of wolves outside this afternoon?"

The girl nodded in acknowledgment.

"You hunted wild wolves to collect food?"

The girl nodded again.

"Have you ever killed a villager in the forest?"

The girl shook her head, and the brim of the hood covered most of her face. Zelin couldn't see her expression, "Knights won't wave a blade at the unarmed." Her voice was very determined, not as if she was expressing her innocence, as if It was just a statement of fact, which surprised Zelin, who was accustomed to seeing soldiers looting villages during the war.

"How do you want me to believe in your innocence?" After thinking about it, Zelin raised the most realistic question. The demon hunter believed in the evidence, in the clues he found. Never let go of any suspicious target just because of other people's words.

"How do you believe that I am innocent?" The girl asked instead instead of defending herself.

"Your innocence..." Zelin looked at the girl up and down, the bright golden beast pupils seemed to want to see the girl completely. While staring at the petite figure in front of him, he stretched his hand into his jacket pocket, "Can you play Gwent?"

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Chapter 5 Wild Hunt (gambling)

After some conversation, Zelin asked the girl to let go of her vigilance a bit. What made him unhappy was that the girl in front of him did not play Gwent cards. The girl even questioned this interesting game that was popular in the mainland (self-thinking). Zelin, what exactly is the card he took out.

However, compared with the girl’s ignorance, she showed a keen interest in the Gwent card, especially when Zelin introduced the Gwent card to her and mentioned that the Gwent card could exercise the user’s tactical thinking, the girl was even more modest. Ask Zelin about the experience and skills of the Kunt brand. This gave Zelin a very good impression of the girl's attitude. It doesn’t matter if you don’t have talent, it doesn’t matter if you don’t have vision, or even stupidity. As long as you have a motivated heart, Zelin has the confidence to train a teenager or girl as a new Gwent Master, and then make him a demon hunter. Master hunter. After all, how can someone who doesn't know how to use Gwent cards can become a demon hunter?

Of course, Zelin would not say this in the Griffin School of Demon Hunter, nor in front of other unfamiliar Demon Hunters. No way, not everyone can understand Zelin's actions, people who are at the forefront of the times will always be misunderstood, and Zelin is no exception. However, Zelin laughed at the misunderstanding. There are very few demon hunters who have lived like him for a hundred years, and many of the remaining are young people who have become demon hunters through the trial of grass in recent years. They are still too young.

In addition to enhancing their combat abilities, the physical mutations obtained by the demon hunters through the trial of the grass also allowed them to gain a lifespan far beyond that of ordinary people. If they did not die in the battle with the monsters, the demon hunters would never have died due to old age. Their aging rate was extremely slow. Only Zelin knew the age of the demon hunter master Vesemir of the wolf school. Already more than four hundred years old, he even experienced the heyday of the demon hunter and its turning point-the siege of Kyle Mohan.

In order to limit the growing demon hunters, the mages at that time instigated a large number of humans to besiege the demon hunters' castle. As a result, with the help of spells, thousands of humans defeated Kyle Morhan. In the castle, dozens of demon hunters escaped except Vesemir hiding in the corpse, and all the others were killed. For this No demon hunter is willing to mention the matter again, but the relationship between the demon hunter and the mage has also been cracked.

In addition to successfully provoking a girl's interest in the Gwent card, Zelin also heard a bizarre story from her. According to the girl, she came from a king named Britain, named Altria Pendragon. It's a very strange name, but compared with the story of the girl, the name is meaningless.

"You said you are a king?" Zelin looked at the girl in front of him with suspicion. In his impression, the girl who was about the same age as the girl should have just left the arms of his mother at this time, and learned how to share some pressure for the family. , Such as helping the mother in the kitchen with housework, helping the father in the field with tea and water. If you are a rich family, you will be sent to a home school to receive proper education, hoping to marry a good family, but when it comes to the king...

"You are not like a king." Zelin concluded after combining his time with the girl and his observations. He chuckled. "If you say you are a knight or a soldier, I would believe it. .If you say this in Temoria, King Foltest will meet you. If you say this in the rest of the northern countries, you will be pulled out of your tongue and hanged by the side of the road. Warning, if you say your king in the southern Nilfgard Empire, within three days, you will be involved in the game of nobles in the capital city of Nilfgard. Before they can figure out your true identity, those nobles Will treat you as part of his plan worthy of being used as the last value. You don’t have the temperament of a king in your body. It is better to say that you are not as good as the actor who played the king as I saw in the Novigrad Public Theater. More temperament."

"Indeed, the actor is better than me in terms of temperament, and I still have shortcomings to make up for." The girl named Altria did not mind Zelin's description of her, but was a little serious. Zelin couldn't see her expression clearly through the hood, but judging by her tone of voice, she must be very serious, which made Zelin a little stunned. It is a virtue to be happy when you hear it, but most people's attitude towards hearing criticism is that they dare to defeat my poetic nature.

"In short, I advise you not to say what you said just now everywhere, no matter to whom" Zelin shook his head, held his forehead with one hand and rubbed his temples. "When did you get here? I didn't mean this cave, I mean Enter this...unfamiliar land."

"If I remember correctly, it was ten days ago," the girl replied.