The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Very good."

Zelin stepped back and retracted the sword into its scabbard. After a few seconds, the rune trap of Arden hidden beside him was still not triggered. "Well, tomorrow night, I will give you an answer."

"Go and do your business, Demon Hunter."

Dark clouds drifted past, covering the bright moon, and the demon spirits gradually disappeared into the air under the gradually shrouded shadow, leaving only a faint blue flame on the ground, proving that they still existed here.

That night, Zelin found nearby residents. In fact, these are the people in the pink tent, they are the only locals nearby. The war that year was not long before the present time, and many people still remember the events of that time. A woman named Liwa told Zelin that she knew about it. At that time, her neighbor found the body of Marek’s family, and the ruins of his house should still be near the river beach. There, only Marek’s child was found. The body, they buried the body in the yard in front of the house. There was an unknown breath there, no one dared to approach it, and now only weeds, vines and dust stayed here.

Finally, in the morning of the next day, Zelin found the abandoned hut on the cliff by the river. The roof of the house has long been blown off by the wind, and the exterior walls that have not completely collapsed outline the land occupied by the house when there are still people living in it. Only the large pieces of furniture that are difficult to move are left in the house, and the others have been moved away by people nearby. Three tombs were erected on the open space directly opposite the door. The tombstones made of wooden planks were crookedly engraved with the names of several people with a knife.

Mullis, Mulla, Mulan.

With the breeze blowing, Zelin stood in front of the tomb, looking at the tomb which was also covered with weeds.

Staring at the tombstone, the demon hunter narrowed his eyes slightly. After a while, he turned around and walked towards the abandoned house. When he had just stepped through the door fence, the Griffin badge on his chest suddenly shook.

He held his breath, stopped, and cautiously scanned the house where only the charred wooden planks were left. The sun is high in the sky, but the bright sunlight cannot dissipate the chill in the house. No matter what the truth is, something terrible must have happened in this house, so much so that the resentment left over that year still affects this land. Zelin didn't notice this place at first, because the mist of the demon spirit in the valley outside was enough to conceal many traces of magic.

He stepped cautiously to prevent any magical traps. The Griffin badge ringed endlessly, like a carp jumping around. At the beginning, he clenched the silver sword in his hand, allowing the runes on the silver sword to glow and heat, and at the same time maintained the Kunen Seal with the chaotic magic power in his body. But as time went by, he began to search the house more boldly, but some hope that he could encounter something that made the badge dangling as soon as possible. In the end, he forcefully opened the bed board that was about to turn into pieces of wood and the mattress covered with mold on it, but he still found nothing.

"Damn..."

Zelin once again wondered if something went wrong with his badge.

When he walked out of the room, Zelin was going to use the badge to confirm the scope of the magic reaction. Suddenly, he noticed that there was an irregular stone slab close to the outer wall of the house, but there were no weeds near the stone slab. Compared with the stones in other places, this stone slab looked too clean.

Zelin walked over, squatted down, put the gliding lizard leather gloves on the stone slab, and gave it a light push.

The stone slab was pushed aside, revealing the wooden ladder leading down, and the rancid smell rushed over his face, causing Zelin to subconsciously cover the tip of his nose.

The vibration of the badge has become more intense.

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The wooden ladder leading down is not long, only less than five meters in height. Below is a square basement, but it is different from the usual basement. The basement is not big. There are many wooden crates filled with debris on the northern wall, and three wooden altars are placed in front of the other three walls. There is a white candle on each altar. Under the white candle, bones and strings are used to form the shape of the body and legs. On the last altar, there is a sheep's head. But the sheep's head was so big that Zelin couldn't help but think of some bigger creature with a sheep's head.

The badge vibrated so strongly that Zelin had to take it off and put it in his pocket.

Zelin narrowed his eyes. This reminded him of a certain summoning ritual, but there were no traces of the summoning on the ground nearby, and the altar here was too simple based on the standard of the spell for summoning demons.

But why is there such an altar filled with unknown breath under the home of a folklore doctor?

"Head."

With a snap of his fingers, the candle on the sheep's head altar lit up.

Zelin hated performing magic rituals in such a place where the sky was not visible.

"Body."

He snapped his fingers again, and the second candle lit up.

But if he doesn't open the ceremony, he doesn't know how it works. He is not a warlock, but so many years of experience allows him to see some clues. There is no crystal dust in this magic ritual, which means that it has nothing to do with the elemental creatures. The bones represent death. He found traces of the dead element on the altar, but there is no demon spirit dust. That is to say, this is not the initiative to summon the demon spirit. Ceremony. There are only three altars instead of seven or eleven. It can be judged by the magic power enhanced by the altar that this is a non-active killing spell, but some kind of curse, trap, or illusion.

With the third sound, the last candle lit up.

The basement vibrated and rumbling, the dust on the top was pattered down, and a stone wall moved slowly, revealing the secret room hidden behind it.

Zelin looked at the dark secret room and sighed.

"Interesting"

There was only one desk in the secret room, with dried blood stains remaining on the desk, and a notebook lying between the blood stains. Zelin stretched out his hand, the rune of the Aden's Fa Seal appeared in his palm, and gently swept the notes. The purple light passed by, and a bleeding red mark appeared on the cover of the note. The next moment, the mark was like a broken iron lock, and it clinked into fragments and disappeared into the air. At the moment of fragmentation, Zelin raised his arm and waited for the remaining light to completely dissipate before he picked up the diary.

The temperature in the diary seemed to have just been burned by flames. Patting off the dust on the cover, he opened the note, and the name of the owner of the diary on the title page first came into view.

Margate.

Turning over another page, a strange line of text was deeply printed on the yellowed paper.

Nanna.Kanpa.Zi.Uddu-ya.Ia.Ia.Gat.Exa.Nanna.Zi.Gat.Kanpa.Nibbit.

Zelin frowned. This was not any kind of text he knew. It's not Elvish, not Dwarven, or goblin or earthling words. Demon hunters have learned a variety of languages, because the curse does not have to use a common language to be effective, but to remove the curse, you must use the same language as the person who casts the curse.

He searched the secret room again, and after making sure that there was nothing missing, he walked out of the secret room and covered the basement with slate again. He will look back for a warlock to destroy the altar here. He didn't know what terrible necromancers would be summoned if this ritual was destroyed. For safety reasons, it would be safest to have a professional warlock solve it.

Although there are still some unanswered questions, he can already make a decision.

In Camp Kodwin, Zelin found Marek, who was still in his tent, and several pieces of mud were thrown outside the tent. In the open space in the distance, there were soldiers yelling ‘Odlin, where are you’ constantly, and it seemed that another soldier was missing.

"Marek?" Zelin walked to the tent and picked up the canvas. "Are you okay?"

"I'm still here, Demon Hunter." Marek, who was sitting on the ground, raised his head, his eyes darkened, and he seemed to have not slept all night. "Have you solved the demon spirit there?"

"Before answering your question, I have something to ask you."

"What? Demon hunter! There is a demon spirit who wants to kill me, but you want to ask me questions? Last night, my nightmare didn't stop!" Marrick shouted angrily. "It says it will eat my soul soon, and I can see that rotten face as soon as I close my eyes! I can't stand it!"

"When completing the entrustment of the hunter, I never do time that is not related to the entrustment." Zelin pointed to himself, and then to Marek. "This time the demon spirit is probably not that simple. I must know a few things before I can find a way to dispel them completely."

"Okay, Demon Hunter, okay." Marek clutched his head in pain. "Go ahead, what do you want to know?"

"You participated in that battle two years ago. How did you survive that magic bombardment?"

"Two years ago, I was a soldier in charge of logistics, delivering food and guarding warehouses. Before the war, the first thing I had to do was to help the knights of the Brown Flag Battalion take care of the horses and ensure that they can maintain their best condition during battle. "Marek said muffledly. "So Sergeant Zewek knew me. He used to be a heavy cavalry in the Brown Flag Battalion. Since the Brown Flag Battalion was destroyed in that war, he became an Army Sergeant and has always taken care of me. Because the Brown Flag Battalion still There are not many soldiers alive. Whether they are riding horses or carrying horse materials."

"So you weren't on the battlefield at all?"

"I'm going." Marek hesitated for a while, as if he didn't want to recall the scene at all. "A messenger said in front that General Van der Greft is about to break through the enemy's line of defense and want all those who can afford weapons to fight on the front line. But as soon as I walked onto the battlefield with a spear, the sky fell. Flame. I was overthrown by a blast of air and fainted. When I opened my eyes, I was already in the hospital behind. King Hensett’s army arrived and executed the female warlock who caused it all."

"Do you know Margate?"

"Margate? Who is that? I don't know the name. The pronunciation is similar to my name, this person." Marek scratched the back of his head. "What do these things have to do with the demon spirit?"

"The demon spirit said that after you were in a coma on the battlefield, you were rescued by her father, but when you woke up, you killed her and her sisters, snatched things and ran away."

"Can you believe what a demon spirit said?!" Marrick asked excitedly.

"Don't worry, Marek, I will help you solve the demon spirit, but there is still one thing left now. You have to follow me to lead the demon spirit out. Come with me to the river beach outside and wait for the demon spirit to come out. Later, I will fix it."

Chapter 1818: Demon Summoner

Noon.

The sun projected Marek's somewhat rickety figure onto the beach.

"Come out, demon!" He held the spear in his hand, as if this weapon made of wood and iron could protect him. "Come out! I'll beat you back to hell! Come out!"