The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Yaiwen?"

"Yes, he is here at the floating port too."

"I think his goal is not to kill this town, right?" Zelin sighed lightly. He didn't expect Yaiwen to leave the north, but chose to stay. "Is anyone here to support him?"

"There is an adjutant who used to be Colonel Iron Wolf, called Eofis." Zoltan said. "He came here two years ago. Some dwarves and elves chose to follow him. Most of them are people who can't live in non-human settlements. No one wanted to enter the forest to fight again, but you see, this Robin Dan village, Many humans have emigrated over the years, so the mayor drove all the non-humans out of the house and rushed outside the high wall to live together with the monsters in the forest. As a result, four elves were sleeping that night. It was killed and dragged away by the strange monster who crawled in. If it weren't for the hunter Sevik, the village would not have survived."

"I thought there were not so many monsters near the floating port?" Zelin frowned. Gnaiya often deals with all kinds of monsters near the floating port. Over the years, it has been difficult to see signs posted with the commissions of desperately needed demon hunters because it is safe to approach the floating port unless someone is willing to take risks. Go to the depths of the forest.

"I don’t know. A year ago, people couldn’t even find their bodies for the four elf girls. Later, others were attacked by evil spirits. If it weren’t for the squirrel party nearby, Benard worried about the crime here. All human beings turned against him. I doubt he dared to drive everyone to the remains of the mental hospital deep in the forest."

"If this is the case, the elves can go to Baihuagu for help..."

Before Zelin could finish speaking, he suddenly heard a group of workers who had just walked down outside the pub talking to each other as they walked. Their voices were loud and they had no idea of ​​covering up.

In other words, this incident has shocked them so much that they want to discuss and share with others immediately.

"Have you heard that King Devin of Aden was assassinated on a cruise ship on the upper reaches of the Ponta River!"

Chapter 1785: King Assassin

The forest outside the floating port is always so wet, so wild, so primitive, making it difficult to move inside. The canopy of a large tree several meters high became the top cover of the forest. Sunlight shone in from the gaps left between the canopies, moisturizing the roots occupied by blackberries, junipers and ferns. The ground composed of dead leaves, gravel and soil was soft and soft, and the mist raised by the waterfall filled every corner of the forest. It is located in the center of the northern continent, but because of competition from different countries, it has become a small number of lands that have been preserved hundreds of years ago.

This is for humans.

Under the thick branches and leaves, there is a wetland that makes a crunching noise when you walk over it. Yaiwen's slender eyes swept across the clearing covered with fallen leaves. He knows how to move freely in this forest, because a thousand years ago, this was their land, and on the hillside to the northeast of the floating port, there are still the ruins of the elven city. When the human predators came here, they killed the inhabitants, destroyed the city, looted treasures, and then assumed themselves as victors and heroes.

The remaining monsters are punishments to humans!

"Come out, human." Yaiwen put his hand on the hilt of the sword alertly. "Playing mystery doesn't make any sense to you."

A gust of wind passed.

Yaiwen was surprised to find that it was not the person who hid, but that he stood there without any footsteps, as if blending with the nearby scenery. Only when he walked ten meters away did he find the other person.

"I don't like to play mystery, because I used to think it would bring me wealth, but I found I was wrong." The handsome man walked across the ground covered with fallen leaves, throwing the tips of his hair on his shoulders behind him. "Just like your war will not bring you any rights and land, except bloodshed and death."

"This war is to drive mankind out of our land and fight for the living space for our future generations." Yaiwen narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at every corner of the man in front of him. The cube-shaped armor covers the body, but it is not so heavy, and it does not make the collision and rubbing sound of metal armor when he walks. The heavy rain-covering hood was drooping behind his head, and the light green silk shirt worn inside was exposed under the broad collar. For a person who uses a sword to discuss life, this dress can be called a luxury. Wearing comfortable leather boots under the spotless brown trousers, Yaiwen recognizes this kind of leather, which is a crocodile in the south, rare and valuable.

"Now, this is the land of mankind, but before?" The man smiled mockingly. "A thousand years ago, this was the territory of the elves. Five thousand years ago, it belonged to the lizard people. Ten thousand years ago, the reptiles were the masters of this place. From the smallest earthworm to the dragon in the sky, the soil under our feet Every worm in the worm is qualified to say this. What is the meaning of forever indulging in the glorious history of the past? Your ancestral glory allows you to drink hot soup, wear clean clothes, and have a shelter from the wind and rain. Isn’t that big house? No, it’s meaningless except that you make it more and more gloomy, resentful, and incompetent. Just like me, I never think about the meaning of my blood."

The man in front of him turned his head slightly, revealing the pointed ears hidden under his long hair.

"Are you...AenSeidhe? N’ea, vatt\'ghern!"

"Yes, I am a demon hunter, Brunn from the cat, and a half-elf, not your Ainshidi, don't tell me these meaningless topics. I think my employer told you what to do." Bren put on his hood again, covering his golden eyes and pointed ears. "You said you are fighting for the future, but in fact you are fighting for a group of conspirators. I think the bones in Hydra Canyon may be waiting for new companions to join."

After the Civil War, the elven soldiers who had been fighting for the empire were betrayed. Thirty-two officers were sold as bargaining chips to the North in the peace treaty. They fought for the empire for three years but were abandoned. Thirty of the officers were executed in Hydra Canyon, and only two escaped during the transportation.

"Pay attention to your words, vatt\'ghern!"

With a rustling sound, more than a dozen elves walked out of a nearby hiding place, each elves bent their bows and arrows, fan-shaped aiming at the demon hunters standing in the clearing. "You have been provoking us, demon hunter, don't think your employer can make you unscrupulous in front of us!"

The elf was holding two scimitars, a red turban wrapped the top of his head and one eye, and there was a scar at the corner of his mouth, leaning upward and disappearing into the turban. The tightly wrapped chain mail murmured as he walked out. "You don't think we will accept orders? You think we will obey the old woman who steals the fruits of the Squirrel Party?"

"No, I never believe in false orders." Brun put his hand on the hilt behind his sword. "Perhaps when I cut off a few heads, you will understand whether to do what I said? If you more than ten people combined are stronger than me, I will be respectful and humble, but I can do it in five minutes. Kill all of you within. If you don’t escape, this time can be shorter."

"You can try..."

"Wait, Eofis." Yaiwen called his companion. "We have to follow the plan and don't let anger affect your judgment."

"I don't know what reason I have to talk to a half-elf who is on the side of humans." Eofis's wounded face twisted together, and he looked at Buren in disgust. "Your ship is on the shore. We will help you eliminate the traces left behind and make sure that there will be no chasers from Aden. But what about your credentials? Give us the credentials."

"Yes, voucher, I like this name." Brun let go, took out a package that hung around his waist, and threw it to the ground. The package opened, and a **** head rolled out. Demavin's head, which was about to decay, rolled a few times on the ground, and stopped among a few small stones, still with horror on his face. The attracted flies buzzed, and a stench spread, and several archers couldn't help but tighten their mouths, held their breath, and looked at this head in boredom.

"While he was still alive, who would have thought that the king's head would one day be used as a bargaining chip and goods? A crazy world, a better world."

"Very good." Yaiwen walked over, picked up his head and examined it carefully. There is also a crown covered with dry blood inlaid on his head. "You'd better set off as soon as possible, and then the river will be blocked in two days. At that time, no one will be able to go. There are two people and our people will help you drive the boat into Temola."

"Very good." Bren nodded. "But I can't just step into the floating port. I know that there is a difficult guy in the floating port. He has returned and has not left. You must delay the blockade of the river. He may not know about me yet, but I don't want to meet him, he is too difficult to deal with."

"The delay is not our decision." Yaiwen let go, letting the king's head fall to the ground. "But don't worry, that difficult guy will be dealt with by someone else."

The first thousand and eighty-six chapters of dreams

King Demavin of Aden was assassinated.

The news was like a bomb, exploding the water that was already bubbling under smoldering. Originally, people thought that Dermavin went to the Upper Aden area to negotiate with Hensett. After the negotiations, no matter what the price is, he will mobilize the army as quickly as possible and recruit soldiers from the earls and barons. , To put down Fujian's rebellion, to frighten those Xiao Xiao who conspired against the law. But when he was assassinated, the situation took a turn for the worse. At least three barons began to conscript troops loyal to them and blocked Van Geborg’s road to his territory. More barons and earls remained silent, no one mourned the death of Demavin, and no one stood up to express their opinions. When the outside world was shocked by Demarvin's assassination, Aden fell into an unusual silence.

But for more ordinary people, this is just another post-dinner conversation. The residents of Van Geborg mourned for their king, and the people of Tamoria are still talking about who will inherit their future throne? It is Prince Balsey or King Radovide. The people of Kodwin believed that the time had come to seize the Rokma area, and King Henset also showed such a willingness. But for Zelin, he didn't want to think about what it meant. The king died, and then the new prince came to the throne. Several nobles came back to stand on their own. Everyone wanted to take a bite while the new king was weak. After the new king gradually grows up, he will use various claims and since ancient times, he will wage wars against the traitors of the past and retake the lost land.

It hasn't changed in hundreds of years, it's too common. He doesn't want to think about these things. There are too many things worth considering. If he has to think about everything, then he can be sure that after a while, he will want to leave the world as soon as possible and throw everything away. In the back of my head, I don't care about it anymore.

He is a little tired.

When she came in, he was lying on the bed with his clothes face up, looking at the spire of the castle, as if thinking something. But he didn't think about anything, or rather, he was thinking about her.

"You should take off your coat, it's all gray, and the sheets are dirty." Francesca was standing in front of the closet, hanging the taken-off dress on the clothes support, and placing it on the beam in the cabinet. Now there is only a white jumpsuit lining left on her body, and the hollowed out pattern makes this garment, which is as thin as silk yarn, even thinner.

How beautiful she is. Zelin found himself thinking this more than once. Her fragrance, her elegance, and the magic of chaos on her body, as well as her not so rich but charming figure, exudes an elegant atmosphere all the time, which is fascinating. Francesca always had a way to attract Zelin's eyes, not simply being beautiful, but something more attractive. He didn't know how to describe it. When he was with her, it was like staying in an ice cellar in summer and leaning against a fire in winter, which was unforgettable.

She turned around and found that Zelin was staring at her with a smile, then stood up straight, spread her hands openly, and slowly turned in a circle, the hem of the shirt was slightly tilted. "Is it beautiful?"

"If I can find suitable adjectives, then the compliments I know are enough to make the most famous linguists in the north feel ashamed."

"Where is this dress?"

"Clothes are meaningless. Who cares how many stripes are on the leaves under a beautiful flower?" Zelin sat up and looked at Francesca without any cover. He knew she liked it. "Today Yusevka told me that you are back, and I thought she was saying that you finally delivered the letter. You have not heard from you this time, and I don't know what you are doing. You have been with your female colleagues. Are we together?"

"Yes, too much has happened recently, and there are too many things to discuss." Francesca walked to the wooden table, picked up a rose in a vase, sniffed it lightly, and plucked it off. Throw one petal into the teacup. The petals are floating on the warm water, curling and exuding a delicate fragrance. "Fortunately, we don't have much differences, otherwise I suspect that this matter may drag on longer. Try this, I am sure this will be better than the last time."

"Oh, my dear, I don’t think it’s a good thing to forcefully do what I’m not good at, just like I never think of myself as a scholar, and I don’t want to learn magic. I always think that some people are born Not suitable for certain things." Zelin sighed while holding his forehead. "Because I know there is no point in forcibly changing. Rather than knowing a lot, I'd better specialize in other items."

"Do you think my learning ability is not good?"

"Of course not, if you can't, who can be called smart."

Francesca smiled slightly, and after stirring a few times in the cup with a spoon, he lifted the cup and walked towards Zelin. "Perhaps the hand holding this cup belongs to another person, so you will gladly accept it?"

"Uh..." Zelin lowered his eyes, and the badge on the desktop vibrated slightly. Francesca rolled her head, snapped her fingers, the badge flew into the closet with a swish, and then closed the door with a snap. "Well, I just habitually just say it casually."

"Just change the bad habit."

"I will try my best." Zelin took the water glass, raised his head and drank the drink in one go. Then, he showed an unexpected expression.

It was not because the bitter taste had corroded his taste nerves, nor was it like in many old-fashioned stories. After a period of contact, she finally understood what kind of beverage was suitable for human taste.

"This is just a glass of water?"