The Journey of the Demon Hunter

At that time, gunpowder was everywhere and blood was flowing.

At that time, countless people were killed and countless children were orphaned.

Zelin suddenly thought of it.

At that time, he was ten years old. In that year, he became a demon hunter.

He thought he would never remember this memory, the trial of grass made him forget many things, and he was lucky enough to survive that terrible trial. The mist rolled around him, the silent swamp began to boil, and the surrounding figures passed by the demon hunter and rushed in a certain direction. The mist became extremely dense, as if a crappy cake maker had sprinkled too much cream on the bread.

The mist came up like a tide, and faded like a tide. The scenery around the demon hunter changed again.

"Offense! Offense!"

Fighting was everywhere on the battlefield. Farmers wielding simple weapons and rebels only equipped with helmets rushed to the castle not far away amidst the shouts. A woman stood behind the rebels, brandishing a weapon, and constantly inspiring others, braving the castle to shoot arrows and start a charge. This woman has white hair and a bloodthirsty and cruel smile on her face forever. Bloody Buddha, her appearance is exactly the same as the portrait in later records.

The demon hunter was standing on a high **** at the edge of the battlefield, and no one noticed him.

Zelin's slender vertical pupil stared at the castle that was being besieged not far away. His memory of being destroyed by the trial of grass was in his mind, and he kept telling him one thing.

He knows this castle.

No, not only did he know, he used to live in it.

After the trial of the grass, his memory became blurred. His master simply told him that his parents had died in the Foca Rebellion, and he was in the ruins when he was entrusted by the local refugees to clean up the monsters in the ruins and help the refugees find food and warm clothes. He found Zelin who was still alive and accepted him as an apprentice. That rebellion painted an extremely **** stroke in the history of the north, so that in the fifty years after the end of the rebellion, no one who experienced it personally was willing to recall it.

Zelin didn't understand what exactly this place was.

But one thing is clear, he must find a way out. The castle and the battlefield seemed to be an isolated island floating in mid-air, surrounded by dense fog, and he didn't know what else was in the fog. Is it a way to leave this place, or is it forever lost in the thick fog.

Taking a deep breath, Zelin clenched the sword in his hand and walked towards the castle being besieged. The demon hunter has never seen what the people and things he once knew are like, maybe this is an opportunity.

"Stop, please stop, you can't stop them, you can't just fall into the trap like this."

When he took the first step, a shadow blocked his way.

The demon hunter subconsciously raised the sword. The figure in front of him is blurry, no different from other dark figures, "Who are you?"

"Someone who wants to help you."

"What do you mean?" Zelin frowned slightly

"This is a distorted illusion." Sombra murmured, "Ms. Death will take the hand of the dead and take them safely through the mist. But there is no death here. People who arrive here have only two ways to end, completely lost in the mist. Or go back the same way. Once a mage used his own magic to arrive here and leave safely, you should have been sent here by this magic."

"How do you know this?" Zelin asked rhetorically.

"You can believe me, or you can't believe it, the choice is yours."

The demon hunter was silent for a while.

"Tell me, how should I leave?"

The first thousand and eleven chapters of ghosts in the past

"You will see when you are closest to death."

The fighting on the castle intensified not far away. The rebels had completely surrounded the castle and attacked the wall from all directions. A simple assault vehicle was pushed under the city gate. There are not many guards in the castle, and it will not be long before the castle falls. The demon hunter walked on the battlefield, but no one noticed his presence. He walked straight through the battlefield like this, and the shadow followed him closely.

"I almost died here before I became a demon hunter."

Zelin raised his head and looked up at the castle in front of him. With a deafening roar, the castle gate collapsed under the impact of a rushing car. The rebels let out a cheer, and crossed the dumped gate and broke into the castle. The guards at the gate of the city were overwhelmed by the wave of rebels in a blink of an eye.

The black shadow floats behind Zelin, its hands resting on the shoulders of the demon hunter.

"Here, there is a creature like you that shouldn't be located here. If you find it, you will find your way out. But be careful, you can't interfere with anything here, or you will stay here completely. The same as the dead wandering in the misty swamp."

"Why would anyone want to stay here?" Zelin asked puzzledly. "According to you, many people who came here shouldn't die, and they can survive if they leave. But you told me that there are many People choose to stay here?"

"You will understand soon."

The shadow gradually faded away, floating on the body of the demon hunter like a black mist.

Inside the castle, the rebels are competing with the guards for courtyards, towers, and stairs. These guards have good weapons and equipment, far more than a group of rebels composed of mobs. But their number is too small, and the number of rebels far exceeds them. I don't know who threw the torch, and the flames began to burst out from all over the castle, and soon engulfed many places with an unstoppable force.

This was once my home.

Zelin looked at the gradually burning castle with a complicated expression.

The demon hunter lowered his sight, he saw the runner beside him. He knew this thing, and through this wheel, the metal fence inside the castle gate could be lowered. A slain guard fell aside, and they retreated so quickly that they could not put down the hanging door. Now, the demon hunter was standing aside, his hand resting on the edge of the city gate, and a slightly rough touch came into his mind clearly from the palm of his hand. No one noticed him here. If he could lower the hanging door, he would be able to prevent more mobs from pouring into the castle. Their simple carts could not deal with such heavy metal doors.

His former home can be spared.

"Don't do this." The shadow of the shadow echoed in the ears of the demon hunter. "You can't interfere with things here."

The demon hunter dropped his hand on the wheel. Soon, the guards in the castle courtyard fell under the weapons of the invaders.

"Go on, it's not over yet."

Zelin walked up the stairs wet with blood. He raised his head and looked at the castle a few more times. He only had a very vague memory of this place. After firmly remembering the appearance of this place, he hunted the demon. The hunter crossed the gate and entered the interior of the castle.

"My lord, we will stay here and hold on. Please go to the secret room. The rebels will not find it there."

Some rebels broke into the castle and were fighting with the guards who had retreated into the castle. Inside the castle, a man in heavy armor was standing in the hall, surrounded by several knights. Behind them, a woman with tears on her face was holding a child's hand and looking at them nervously. Zelin's gaze was on the child who was as nervous as his mother, except for his different eyes and no scratches left in the ruins on his face. This reminded Zelin of standing at the end of his first trial of grass. When looking at my reflection in the pool.

It's almost exactly the same.

"If the rebels conquer the castle but fail to find the owner of the castle, they will search the castle until they find the one they want to kill. I will fight with the enemy together with you."

The castle has been surrounded, and there is nowhere to escape. The man’s brown eyes looked at the knight standing next to him, “It’s a pleasure to fight with you, gentlemen.”

"It's our pleasure, Lord Baron," the knights said to the man with brown eyes, clenching fists with one hand on their chests. The man turned around and walked towards the woman and child who were behind.

"Eleanor, take the child to the secret room and come out after all this is over."

"No, Horace, let us go together." The woman's eyes were filled with tears, and she held the man's iron gloved hand tightly. "Neither I nor the child can lose you."

"Do as I say, dear, hurry up, **** Foca will not leave us too much time." The man hugged the woman, then he turned around and picked up the long sword on the table. Walk with the knights to the outer hall of the castle where the battle is fierce.

The woman wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and took the child by the hand and walked towards the secret room below the castle.

The number of these rebels is small and chaotic. As long as the commander is killed, they will fall apart. Now these rebels thought they were about to win, and they had relaxed. If they could, Zelin could defeat these enemies with a single attack.

"Let go of your hand, you can't do it yet." Sombra pressed the hand that Zelin subconsciously placed on the hilt of the sword. "It's not time yet, this is not your goal."

"I understand." Zelin took a deep breath. "I understand."

The battle in the castle ended soon.

The leader of the rebel army walked in with his chin raised, splashing blood dripping from her chin. Holding the sword, the **** Buddha walked straight past the demon hunter that no one noticed, and walked into the castle.