The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Not a simple female warrior, a demon hunter, a dragon slayer, she killed an evil dragon." Maravill opened his arms and made a huge gesture. "Just last winter, King Demavin met her at Van Geborg and awarded her the Dragon Slayer Medal. Do you kill dragons, demon hunter? That kind of body is more than ten meters in size, can breathe fire and spray venom. Beast?"

"No, actually, I've seen it, but I haven't killed it. It doesn't make much sense to me. What I saw was a black dragon lying in the marsh basking in the sun, and it had no treasures, and no one wanted to sell it. I'm worth the risk. The black dragon didn't attack the village either. I guess the creatures near the swamp are enough to fill his bottomless stomach."

"Are they difficult to deal with?"

"Not necessarily, the easiest green dragon to deal with is also the most common. They are relatively small, and the flames they emit are not so scary. Of course, this is compared to the red dragon that can easily melt metal and burn red rocks. The scales of the black dragon are impenetrable, and the acid spray can quickly melt the creatures. As for the white dragon and the golden dragon, they rarely show up in human society, and there is no relevant information about them." Ze Lin frowned. "Why are you asking this?"

"I want to know how brave the female soldier to entertain is." Maravill stretched out a finger and put it in front of his mouth. "This matter should not be known to outsiders, but I think you are different from others. You will not accuse him of apostasy just because someone helped the farmer instead of obeying other lords. You see, my territory is far from Aden, only in the middle. There is a Mahakam mountain range. For these poor farmers and urban workers, I sympathize with them, and the lady who dared to lead them to resist. They need help, and I can help. Two boxes of coins, and Fjian Information about the nobles nearby."

"It's dangerous, count." Zelin looked at Maravill sideways. "You are playing with fire, no matter what reason you have, once someone knows about this, your political opponents will find a way to completely lose your reputation."

"I know how dangerous it is." The count waved his hand, and he took a deep breath. "According to the original plan, all this should have been easy. No one would have thought that this dragon slayer would come to my territory, come quietly, and walk quietly. Safe and foolproof, there will be a caravan passing by at that time. Here are the followers of the Dragon Slayer, just like other caravans passing through here, returning to Mahakam. But... some **** must have betrayed me for a few dirty coins. Recently, there have been a few blue-clad irons. Wei is here, I don’t know if they are here to block the river, so that Baron La Valetti can’t receive supplies, or come to investigate me.”

"You don't think I would be willing to do something against the blue iron guard, do you?" Zelin asked rhetorically. "I help you because I still have a trace of sympathy, but that doesn't mean I am willing to blend into the conflicts between you and others."

He likes to make things clear, rather than simply refuse, and let others guess the reason.

"I don’t work for the king, but I won’t fight against anyone unless he wants to deal with him. You know, Prince Sheward, if his White Rose Knights don’t come to my troubles, I will Won't deal with him."

The earl paused for a few seconds before speaking. "Why do you think I have this kind of idea? You deliberately attacked the blue-clad iron guards, only madmen would do this. I mean, you must know those blue-clad iron guards, or their leaders. They are on the north side of the road. Some soldiers loyal to the king have set up roadblocks and will check anyone who passes by and the convoy. But if it is a convoy escorted by you, I don’t think they will pay too much attention to who is in the car."

Zelin frowned slightly. "Smuggling?"

"It's support." The earl spread out his hand. "I admire the dragon slayer and provide help in my own name, and I also want to meet the most famous female knight since the saint Arondola and the **** Buddha."

"I don't think the Bloody Foca can be called a female knight."

"Oh, yes, she is a rebel after all, but you can't deny that there is royal blood flowing in her body." The count waved his hand. "You said, if it weren't for the informer, this matter would have been very simple. That good lady came to my castle as a guest, just like a normal guest. I heard Guksat said that you are going to return to Mahakam. This must be According to the arrangement of the gods, Saqiya is going to return to Fjian, east of Mahakam, and you are on the way."

"Sakias Sass is in your castle now?"

"Yeah, when I heard someone tell me that two men on horses who looked like bounty hunters were coming towards my castle, I was taken aback."

"So Guxat and I can see you at the barricade?" Zelin whistled. "No wonder, I have been thinking, if it is to welcome a few serfs, or let annoying spies get out, just send a knight and a soldier, there is no need to hide in the bushes and wait. You really have a very important person hidden. . But, I haven’t seen any female warrior like Saqiya in the castle in the past two days."

"Actually, many of my guards don't know that the visitor here is Ms. Saqiya, not the bard I got to talk to." Count Malavel smiled triumphantly. "Tomorrow, you will leave with the bard who is a guest in my castle. It is not safe on the road now. The beautiful young lady bard is walking with the caravan, and the caravan decided to hire after learning about the monsters that appeared in the forest. It is no longer normal for a demon hunter to act as a guard."

"Um... you better not joking with me."

In the end, Zelin agreed to go to Mahakam with the earl's caravan. First of all, it was on the way, and secondly, Zelin also wanted to see what kind of person Saqiya, who had already been famous in Aden two years ago, was like. Gnaiya once mentioned that this Sakia’s swordsmanship and fighting skills are very good, and the strength is much stronger than ordinary people. They met in the sword arena, and it hasn’t been long since the dragon descendants came into this world. I found boxing and gladiatorial fighting are easy ways to make money. Go to the competition, and then put all the bets on yourself. Zellin originally thought that Saqiya was just a warrior who relied on battle to fill his pockets. With more and more wars, especially the leader of the Liberty Corps, Julia Abatemark, known as the beautiful cat, became the hero of the Battle of Brenner. Later, female fighters and mercenaries were no longer so rare and considered rebellious.

In the afternoon, Zelin joined this weird caravan with guards composed of humans, half-elves and dwarves, including the two guards encountered by the demon hunter in front of the roadblock. He didn't guess wrong, the wide hood was meant to cover the ears that were slightly longer than humans.

As for Guxart, he will stay here and search for Bren's traces, and the Earl of Malaville will also find a way to help him. Gatan is near Rokma, Aiden is in South Temoria, and four other cat-school demon hunters are searching for Buren's whereabouts in the north.

"When I find Buren and resolve the conflicts in the academy, I may go to your castle and take a look." Guksart said, touching his chin. For Zelin's repeated invitations, Guksat finally agreed. "Located in the very center of the north, hidden in the rugged mountains, you really picked a good place."

"This is actually the reward they gave me after I helped the Warlock Order."

"The Order is so rich?"

"Rich than me."

Guksat seemed to have heard a joke. "Every normal warlock is much richer than ordinary people, especially us. Okay, let's see you later."

"See you later."

The first thousand seven hundred and seventy-nine chapters Saqiya

The lone caravan marched east along the main road in the afternoon of the second day after leaving the castle of the Count of Malaville. They were silent and listless, and walked quietly towards their destination under the setting sun. On the way, the demon hunter saw the blue iron guard, but unlike what he expected, these special soldiers who directly served Foltest were not here to search for traitors and investigate him, as Maravill claimed. They came here to survey the topography. Zelin didn't even see them along the way. Only some villagers talked about it, and some soldiers in armor passed by these days.

"This is not a good thing."

The female knight in armor murmured while riding a horse. "The people of Foltest have come here to survey the terrain, which means that his army may not be fully invested in the frontal battlefield, but will scribble on the side, or send a small team to attack the castle during the melee, and Lava The adults led by Baron Retti are still staying in their castle, looking at the map to discuss tactics. They are so weak that it is impossible to fight the king's army."

"But they are confident." Zelin followed the caravan and looked at the shadowed bushes casually. The horse was walking lazily underneath, stepping among the gravel beside the road, and stepping back to the dirt road full of ruts and horseshoe marks. "And I think the nobles of Tamoria will eventually support them. Now, Tamoria's only male heir is in their hands. No matter what King Foltest thinks, he cannot kill the only heir. , And let Radovich of Radania succeed him to the throne."

Yada finally married Ladovide. As a princess, she must marry, whether it is to marry a prince or a king, or to marry a local nobleman. Even a wise and just leader like Queen Carrance must marry a king, let him rule with herself, or find a strong and upright man for the princess, who will make him the future king.

"But now, one-third of the nobles in Tamoria are new knights, and they don't care about traditions and inheritance laws." The woman sighed heavily. "Let’s not care what justice and reason are. They only value the immediate benefits. They will tell the rebels that they will provide help. It only takes some time, but once the king’s army gains an advantage on the battlefield, they will immediately kneel down. In front of the king, swore to him a loyalty that will never be violated."

This woman is wearing a modified knight armor. The polished shoulder armor stands on the shoulders like two mountain peaks, like the high neck decoration on the dress. The armor covering the waist and abdomen is simple and unpretentious, without any extra patterns, only the lines left by the quenching. Such a strong armor does not have any protection on the chest, only the leather jacket with studs inside the armor, perhaps because the clothes are not so fit, the buttons at the neckline are not buttoned, and it is unabashedly showing proud Body.

Saqiya Sasi, the dragon-slaying warrior, the saint of Forjan, the most powerful warrior of Aden. Looking anxiously to the north, in the direction of Baron La Valetti.

"Justice?"

"The young Baron Alexandre, as soon as his father passed away, the king declared that his mother was his lover and asked to take one of his brothers and sisters away. This makes no sense, so he would lose two relatives. , And always bear notoriety." The sentimentality in Saqiya's eyes does not match her dress. "For an honorable knight, he is fighting against tyranny and atrocities. I understand him. If it weren't for the people of Fjian before that needed me, I should stand in the castle of La Valetti and fight Foltest. The army."

"Don’t jump to conclusions too blindly, Saqiya. You don’t even know what conditions the nobles made to the king at La Varetti Castle. Foltest has a proud self-confidence, if the nobles propose The conditions make him feel humiliated, so he will definitely use a war to maintain the royal dignity."

"Did you know?" Saqiya asked rhetorically. "Do you know what the conditions are?"

"I don't know, so I still maintain a wait-and-see attitude." Zelin shook his head. "It is because I don’t know that I won’t make any conclusions until I know more. But people always like to use past impressions to make preconceived conclusions. The weak is the one being bullied, and the strong must be Unreasonable villains, ugly guys must have no good intentions, and beautiful people must have a reason even if they do something wrong."

"I don't like such conspiracy theories, it makes the whole world look so odious." Saqiya shook her head. "It's like there will always be bards who say that Snow White is actually a **** who wants to occupy the magpie's nest. When the real princess ran out of the ball, she ambushed and killed her in the back garden. I hate this kind of attention-grabbing A gimmick, why would they say that they are actually demons in human skin, and they use magical lies to lure people into depravity."

"Oh, I don't remember how many times I have clarified this matter, but some fairy tales don't need to be broken deliberately, right?" Zelin shrugged. "Actually, what those bards said was right in a sense. The situation is like this: Snow White was caught and eaten by the monster in the back garden pond when she ran away. The crystal shoe was struggling. It was thrown away. Later, a demon hunter solved the water monster and found the corpse and another shoe in the belly of the water monster. I remember this incident was recorded in our monster manual, because the water monster is dangerous no matter what Both **** and concealment are higher than the creatures in lakes and rivers, and they are extremely rare."

Saqiya rolled her eyes in boredom.

"This is the truth, Sakia, don't rush to conclusions until you figure out the cause of everything."

"My father once said that the world is full of chaos and order. Chaos is a kind of aggression, and order is the power to fight against it." Saqiya stretched out her hands, palms facing each other, and made a balanced gesture: "Provoke. Those who war bring chaos, and those who protect peace bring order. You said that Foltest provoked war for his dignity. Couldn't Alejan resist unreasonable orders because of his dignity? Why everyone You must lay down your dignity and obey another person. Who is he? Is he a god? No, he has hands, feet, and only a head. There is red blood flowing in his body, and he will die if he is struck by a sword. When he was born, he was essentially the same, whether it was the well-maintained hands of the noblewoman wearing the cleanest silk gloves, or the calloused fingers of the midwife."

Zelin looked at the woman in front of him unexpectedly and rubbed the corners of his eyes. "No, this is different. The blood of the royal family is different from that of ordinary people. Their blood has unique magic power. The blood of the northern royal family is the rarest magic material. As long as it is in the hands of the right person or the wrong person, It can explode with great power."

"What can this power bring to the royal family? Extraordinary wisdom? Long life? More keen judgment? Or, unparalleled courage and strength? No, none of them." Saqiya waved her hand vigorously. "Perhaps in people's society, the children of kings and nobles are inherently noble than farmers. This is because of the rules that people make, and the rules make them noble, not how different they are. From the perspective of creatures that do not fall into this rule All men are created equal. Is there any problem with this, demon hunter? Could it be that when the monster sees the king, it will bypass and attack the farmer and the hunter alone?"

Zelin thought for a while and shook his head.

"No, it's really no different."

"That's right." Saqiya smiled. "Let's go, help my followers find a suitable camp, we will be able to reach the range of the Mahakam Mountains tomorrow. If you want, you can come to Fjian who follows me to take a look, oh, yes Say hello to Gnaiya for me, and also, help me ask if she is willing to come to Fojian to help me, I need a smart helper who is not a nobleman."

The caravan arrived in the Mahakam Mountains without incident. The demon hunter and Saqiya talked about some views and opinions about human society. Saint Dragon Slayer's thoughts are indeed different. She does not look at things like ordinary people, but looks at everyone from a perspective other than humans. However, in some things, her thoughts are a bit too romantic. Zelin believes that she must have been influenced by someone. It should be her father. She often uses her father's words to explain her views.

Before Zelin and Saqiya bid farewell from the floating port, Zelin learned the latest news from the caravan at the Ponta River Trading Station. No matter what happened, the results of the war were not as fast as the spread of the war. Similar to Saqiya’s guess, the army loyal to the king defeated the noble coalition on the battlefield, and the army of knights led by Siegfried broke through the coalition. Flanked, and caught two barons. The remaining nobles withdrew back to the castle of La Valetti, and Foltest quickly pursued it, surrounded the city of Valetti where the castle was located, and camped outside the city, transporting siege equipment from the rear.

What is certain is that the city that accommodates more than 1,000 citizens, more than 100 knights, and more than 700 infantry soldiers may not be able to sustain it for too long. Foltest has at least two thousand soldiers, four hundred knights, and more knights and conscripts are coming in a steady stream.

Zelin did not stay in the floating port, he could not wait to return to the castle to rest. After returning from the portal, he only rested in the castle for one day, and then took Altariel to Novigrad for treatment. He didn't even have time to see other people.

But before he walked to the castle, standing on the mountain road, he saw a man in a strange costume standing in front of the castle. Beside the man, two beautiful female guards were looking around with him, as if they were Waiting for someone.

The first thousand and eighty chapters three jackdaws

One of the female warriors raised their toes and waved to the demon hunter, shouting words that Zelin could not understand. Zelin looked curiously at this strange combination of a man and two women. The man’s clothes did not look like northerners, nor did they look like the clothes that people in the south of the Yaluga River would wear. He was wearing a cotton gown. And dark brown tunic, thick chestnut curly hair wrapped in a light blue headscarf, two young girls wearing clothes made of lynx fur and linen shirts, bare strong muscles and rounded arms pierced with a certain image A tattoo with a special meaning, a sharp saber hung on the belt around his waist.