The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The muffled thunder in the clouds caused Luo Lido to fight a cold war.

This cursed weather is the same as this cursed place. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, bent over, and continued to count the gold he earned last month. Calculating these numbers is not easy for him, but he can't find a tax officer, because these gold coins have nothing to do with Tamoria. No, right now, the Floating Port will also have nothing to do with Tamoria. At that time, as a local nobleman, he will be able to control the town more effectively, rather than just a commander, who may be transferred out of his post by a document at any time.

He has a trading post, which means that gold will flow through here. He is not a fool. He is loyal, patriotic, and fair. Gold is the most real thing. As long as he has gold, he can hire a unit that is loyal to him. With soldiers, he can completely control the floating port, as a better bargaining chip in exchange for more gold and power. Why is Foltest the king? Because of blood? Because of a noble background? No, because he has an army that can force other barons in the country to obey his orders. Power makes his blood noble, but noble blood brings power. The assassination let Rowleydo understand this.

What does the life and death of a king have to do with him? What does the rise and fall of a kingdom have to do with him? He never knew who his father was. He was living with his crazy mother when he was conscious, and when he was impoverished but was about to participate in the war, what was the difference between Tamoria's victory and defeat in the war? Nothing. His comrades fought desperately, but were kicked out of the army because of their disabilities. He hid in the trenches to avoid arrows, and in the end he was safe and became the commander of a place. People say that Foltest is very good to soldiers, but how many soldiers will never see the king for a lifetime.

Three wars in ten years, what can they get if they win for the king? When I returned, I saw the burnt-down houses and the corpses hanging by the side of the road. There were only bones and monsters left in the deserted fields. The door of the house would be knocked on by the tax collector the next day. What reason does he have allegiance? He had long understood that in this chaotic era, the only thing he had to do was to change his life and status. Isn’t the Maribo family that now rules Tamoria also the throne that it had won through the seven-year dagger war with the Islander family?

Rubbing the sour nose, Lorrido walked to the window, put his hands behind him, and looked at the Ponta River outside the window. He likes this river, the river that brings him wealth and power. It must have been arranged by the gods to draw a long river that can connect the west and east on the continent almost separated by two mountains.

Soon, he will become a nobleman, a nobleman who has a title and status, and finally does not have to pay **** taxes, and will not die for the war that the king has provoked. Except for nobles, are everyone else human? It's not. He wants to be an individual. When someone sees him, they will salute him and call him your lord and sir, not a **** fool, an idiot, and someone's servant. He hates this era, and likes it, otherwise he cannot become a commander, nor can he make deals with the superior court wizards and kings. His descendants will remember that it was him, Benard Rolledo, who became the first generation of nobles in the family, allowing them to live normally, instead of being driven by the king to participate in the war like a dog. After the end, I was kicked away again, and I couldn't even share a bone on the celebration banquet.

Suddenly, his eyes, who had not yet been blinded by the anesthetic powder, noticed that there was an unusual green on the rocks on the other side of the river.

No, it's not green.

He opened his eyes sharply, and a flash of fear flashed across Lorrido's face on the glass window. Just like the figure reflected in his pupils.

Yaiwen, who bowed his bow and arched his arrows, looked at Loretta by the window, with a bloodthirsty curve at the corner of his mouth. Loosen the bowstring, with a buzzing sound, the arrow took Rorydo's head straight.

The sound of glass shattering was immediately covered by the sudden killing cry from below.

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"The Squirrel Party is attacking, sir."

The guards on the blue iron guard reported to Roche. "What shall we do next?"

"Roledo's soldiers have no time for him." Roche lowered his clairvoyance. Unlike the telescope of a warlock, this thing can only be seen at a distance of tens of meters, or by adjusting the length of the lens barrel to see a place hundreds of meters away, but it has the advantage that it does not require magical driving. Generals and commanders on the battlefield like to get a clairvoyance as a reward before the war begins. "Set sail, set sail."

No one questioned Roche's order, Wei Si turned around and shouted to the soldiers behind.

"Set sail, target Kodwin, let's go!"

The flag of the blue-clad iron guard was raised, and the raised sails were propped up by the cold wind in the valley, and the ship sailed upstream against the current of the Ponta River. Before the soldier operating the ballista could react, he was shot to death by the squirrel party who had been ambushing in advance. Roche stood on the side of the ship, looking at the city hall that was in a scuffle above. By the wall, a mercenary who had not had time to get on the ship's pants was chopped off by the women's screams, and then threw them out. Roche saw the elf who did this-wearing a red turban, blinded in one eye, and thin cheeks with many scars on the other side. He saw him, he knew who he was. Eofis, the most dangerous squirrel party leader in Temalia. And he knew better, he also saw him.

Iopheus stared at Roche on the ship board below, a trace of killing intent flashed through the slightly narrowed gap, and then disappeared behind the wall.

"It's the Blue Iron Guard, Eofis!"

A squirrel party pointed at the ship below. "There are ballistas here that can sink their ship!"

"First save my fellow citizens!" Eofes raised his machete and pointed it at the attic of the city hall, where Listo was entrenched. "Kill all the resisting humans, they are more than guilty!"

The soldier in the guard room ran out of the town hall with a weapon, yelling to meet the Squirrel Party who broke through the gate. The Squirrel Party responded with the same momentum. Green and Blue slammed into each other in the muddy courtyard. Several disheveled women hid in the bushes in the corner, shaking their heads in both hands.

I don't know who set the fire, and the gate of the city hall quickly burned. The remaining squirrel party immediately turned to the trading post. There were not many soldiers there. They saw that from the small road in the direction of the town, it was not the soldiers who came to support, but the elves with murderous faces, and immediately abandoned the ship and jumped. Fleeing into the water. The merchants at the trading post escaped with them, but after choking a few sips, they squatted back to the shore. He raised his hands and signaled for surrender, but no one from the Squirrel Party ignored him and went straight to the largest prison barge.

In the floating port tavern, the drunk mercenaries who were drinking were awakened by the shouts outside. People gathered in the square one after another, looking at the city hall shouting killing on the hillside in the distance. It's like watching some of the liveliest dramas. These mercenaries just pushed aside the table, kicked the chair down, and threw away the dwarf spirits offered by the brothel owner Margot at an incredibly cheap price. When they cursed and wanted to find someone to be responsible for disturbing their carnival. , Several elven killers with daggers broke into the tavern, walked over and cut their throats easily.

"Go back, all go back, girls. Stop screaming, Eugenia, has your throat pierced? Go back to your room, things here have nothing to do with us." Margot Directing the girls who were overwhelmed by the emergency to return to a safe place, they glanced at the corpses poured out next to the wine barrel with blood and wine flowing out. "Let these men who go to the kiln during the day and beat their wives with alcohol at night to die!"

The Squirrel Party's offensive is fierce, and the guards never expected that they would be attacked suddenly in the safest place in the town. Some took up weapons to fight, some chose to flee to a safer place.

They are just here to make money. What matters to them in the life and death of Rogliedo?

The two soldiers ran up to the attic panting. They gasped for breath, and their swollen stomachs were about to break their coats under the ravages of beer smoked meat.

"What the **** is this?!" A soldier stood at the top of the stairs, his hands on his knees, panting, the fat flesh on his face squeezing his eyes into a seam. "These **** elves want to die, they dare to do it! They are about to be hanged on the canopy outside the forest!"

"This is a bastard!" Another soldier sipped, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. The coat has long turned into a kind of waterproof canvas under the influence of sweat, oil stains and dust. There was a fishy smell on his body, and he was still holding half-drunk beer in his hand. "Rogliedo keeps them alive, they are not satisfied yet, they want more things. Diaomin! They are all a bunch of spoils! Let's stay here for a while, wait for others to kill these rebellious elves before we go out."

"Roledo will punish us." The fat man sat directly on the ground, sweating profusely, and began to untie his shirt. "We are deserters."

"We didn't escape." The soldier holding the bottle took another sip and looked around. "I remember there are elves here? There are a few elven prostitutes. After a while, we will chop off two heads and say that they are traitors we killed. They want to cooperate with the squirrel party. Yes, that's all."

"Good idea, where are they?" The fat man looked at the attic, and suddenly his eyes fixed on the window. "Luther, look over there." He raised his hand. "What's that?"

Before his friend looked in the direction he was pointing, two elves outside the window grabbed the rope tied in the canopy of the towering giant tree above and swung across the river. Accompanied by the sound of broken glass, he crashed into the attic. Before the fat man could stand up, the scimitar that flashed past became the last scene in his consciousness. Another soldier subconsciously waved his hand and slashed at the enemy, but when he waved his hand, he remembered that the weapon was still in the barracks, and he had only time to steal the bottle of beer from a colleague when he fled. The elf cut off his hand with a knife, and then slashed his throat with a backhand.

The next moment, there was a rush of footsteps under the stairs, and the leather boots made a thumping sound when they stepped on the wooden boards. The two masked elves immediately took a fighting pose, but when they saw who was coming up, they put down their weapons.

"Devil hunter." An elf took a step forward and walked in front of Zelin. "Where is the kidnapped?"

Zelin looked at the empty attic in front of him, with only two corpses. The blood on the ebony blade dripped down the blade. "When you come in, this is empty?"

"There is no one here." The elf spread out his hand. "This is different from what the intelligence says."

"It's impossible. I just met a mad woman in the basement. She also said that there are elves being imprisoned here...Where is Luo Lido?" Zelin asked suddenly. "Let's go to him, let him speak out, and where the people have been locked up."

"Come here, look over there!"

Shouted the elf standing guard by the window, pointing to the other side of the town hall. Zelin hurried over, squeezed the elf by the window, and looked outside.

On the other side of the floating port, on a watchtower that has not yet been completed, Lorrido is holding a torch, looking at the attacked city hall, laughing. He held a torch in his hand and shot an arrow in his arm. The watchtower was not completed, and there was no outer wall on the top. Zelin could clearly see that there were five elven females **** on the wooden posts, and one of the elves had a bulging abdomen and was obviously pregnant.

"...He transferred the hostages?!"

"This **** must die!"

Seeing the tragic appearance of the five elf girls, the Squirrel Party beside Zelin clenched his fists and slammed them against the window frame.

It wasn't just Zelin who saw Lorrido, who had just seized the courtyard of the City Hall, and Iofius, who had not had time to wipe the blood from the blade, also saw this scene. On the other side of the river, Yaiwen shot another arrow at Rorydo, but the distance was too far, and the arrow did not reach.

"This is the missing person Robin Dan!"

Someone recognized these girls.

"You elves want to save people?!" Loretta shouted. The residents of the town not far away looked at their mayor in surprise. "You want to live? No! You spoilers, these **** who only know **** should be tied to the torture frame and burned to death! Come chase me, Squirrel Party! Then watch how your fellow clan is in the fire Turned into a pile of coke!"

Having said that, he threw the torch to the ground, and the watchtower immediately burned. Lloretto trot two steps, leaped down on the edge, and jumped into the Ponta River.

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"Roledo is going to run!"

On the other side of the Ponta River, Rorydo climbed up to the shore in embarrassment, shook his heavy sleeves, and fled eastward along the river bank without looking back. Crossing the swamp, is the territory of Kodwin.

"Save people first!"

Zelin held the window frame with one hand. In the surprised eyes of the elves, the demon hunter jumped up, turned over the window sill, jumped from the three-story city hall, and landed steadily on the path in the backyard.

"You will break your leg, Demon Hunter!"

"I'm fine." Zelin made a no problem gesture to the elf above. "Go and find out if there are any other detainees. Tell Eofis that he knows what to do next!"

Zelin landed on the rocks on the bank of the river, then jumped up again and jumped to the place below near the fishermen's wharf. A fisherman who was still looking up and watching the excitement hurriedly avoided, and the three washerwomen gathered together pointed at the demon hunter who ran down, as if they were commenting on the actors of the Novigrad Theater. Zelin rushed straight to the burning tower, and people watching the crowds on the street gave way. The flames on the wooden tower were spreading, and the elves above screamed and shook their bodies, but couldn't break free from the rope. People stood below, heads up, staring at the wood gradually engulfed by flames.