The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"I said, no." Zelin spread his hands. "Actually, I hate this evil magic. I will hand it over to the Order to destroy it."

"You can't destroy it! This magic is very old, maybe even more than humans..."

"Enough, Sabina." A cold voice came from the other side of the river beach. She walked quickly to the river beach, staring at Sabina's ghost, and then at Zelin. "I feel that there are powerful summoning spells here, what's the matter? Demon hunter, you summoned Sabina's soul?"

"I don't think so." A strange smile suddenly appeared on Sabina's face. "After you die, let's relive the old days, Shire. Oh, yes, for the sake of acquaintances in the past, I will give you a piece of advice. When you are about to die, remember not to wear so many clothes. Otherwise, when it is torn into several pieces, the rags sticking to the body will not look good at all."

In a burst of mocking laughter, Sabina's soul disappeared again.

Seeing Schier's questioning gaze, Zelin put on an innocent expression. In fact, he did not expect Sabina's soul to remain in the world.

"There is a demon spirit here trying to summon a demon, and I solved it."

"Demon spirit, summon the devil?" Schell frowned, then shook his head again. "I'll look into things here. Come with me, Demon Hunter. Before Desmo puts his long nose in, I have something to discuss with you."

The first thousand eight hundred and twenty chapters through the misty road

"It seems that you are not at all happy that your old colleague's soul is still alive?" Zelin looked at the place where Schill had brought him. He thought he would return to the tent of the Sorceress in Kodwin’s camp, but Schell led him around the camp and came to the valley behind the camp, where there was a wooden house that was built by no one. Zelin looked at this house curiously. Few people could live in this kind of place. Just like Margate, the folk doctor who studied ancient necromancy, ordinary people simply couldn't live in such a harsh environment.

Of course, the harsh environment refers to the numerous demon birds with human faces and the ubiquitous evil spirits.

"If it is in normal times, I will chat with her and ask about her feelings of death. There are only a handful of spirit bodies that can answer how it feels after death. If in normal times, I will definitely send her to my laboratory. Go, answer every question I have." Schell stopped in front of the wooden house and turned around. "But I can also think of some. Look at this house. There is **** fish oil everywhere. Now, there are soldiers worshiping Sabina, treating her as a saint, and others rushing to where she was tortured and picking up sawdust. And nails as amulets."

"She once killed three thousand people in an instant."

"It's easy for people to forget what other people did, just remember what kind of power she once demonstrated. Let's not mention this, Demon Hunter, I have something to ask you." Shear deliberated and asked. . "How much do you know about the demon spirit mist? Others have said that Hunsett hired you to do this?"

"If this is true, I should go to Hensett to hire gold." Zelin touched his chin. "I'm indeed studying the mist of the demon spirit, but I am not planning to remove it, but to find a way to go through. After confirming that there is no Kingslayer nearby, I plan to go to Fujian. Go there to find the Kingslayer. Whereabouts. Do you know anything about the Kingslayer?"

Zelin didn't expect to get the answer here, but the sorcerer surprised him.

"According to the information I got, the king slayer came from the south." Schell said solemnly. "I suspect that there may be the shadow of the Imperial Intelligence Agency behind this. Assassinating the king of the north, the only profit is the southerner. Now Foltest is in a coma, Istrad is dead, and Queen Mayvi is very much a woman. It is difficult to rule the north, and the safety of Hensett must be protected, otherwise once a war starts, there is no powerful king in the north, and it is impossible to sustain the entire battle."

Zelin doubted what Schell said. A mighty king might not be able to support the entire north. The rapid defeat of the two eastern kingdoms, Aden and Livia, allowed the imperial soldiers to advance the front in just two months. By the Ponta River. Had it not been for Hensett’s Kodwin’s army to maintain sufficient combat effectiveness, and the length of the front line made it difficult to supply the empire, Zelin suspected that Foltest alone would not be able to hold Tamoria, let alone. Kewell of Istriad will always remain neutral.

Of course, the empire is not necessarily so easy in the war. The emperor’s territories are only the southern province of Nilfgaard, and the only people in the other provinces who are directly responsible to the emperor are tax collectors. Not to mention, the territory of the empire also includes four vassal kingdoms that enjoy a certain degree of autonomy. Zelin knew how some empires viewed the Civil War. At the beginning, everyone believed that this was the right behavior to spread civilization, and to open up territory full of honor and pride. Until the war tax and skyrocketing prices were overwhelmed, everyone became a peaceful person.

"Don't forget that there is King Bran."

"King Bran is too old." Sear shook his head: "And the body is not as good as the day, Skellig can guarantee the safety of the coastline, but if the land is occupied, the coast is meaningless."

"You are right." Zelin nodded. "So, do you have any information about the Kingslayer?"

"Yes, he is a demon hunter."

"I already know it, and that's why I wade into this muddy water."

"Cat School."

"I also know, and I also know that before he came to the north, he entered the Cat School Demon Hunter Academy and snatched a moon blade and a set of the best magic armor."

"Moon Blade?"

"Using meteorites as materials, inlaid with runes made by the best masters, swords forged in the deep mountain furnace of Tyr Tosha, people who are hit by the blade will feel like they have fallen into an ice cave. To resist this weapon, it is said that the best Moon Blade only needs to hit the opponent with two swords. Whether it hits the armor or the blade, it will freeze the enemy into ice sculptures, but most people will do it during the first confrontation. He was taken his life for freezing his hands and feet." Zelin frowned as he looked at the puzzling expression on Schill's face. "Do you know the Guweihir sword? It is a masterpiece of a goblin craftsman, it can be said to be an excellent work of art..."

"Sorry, Demon Hunter, I know you like weapons, but we are talking about Kingslayers." Shiel raised his hand. "Actually, I have a suspicion right now. Could this mist of demon spirits be made by the kingslayer?"

"What?" Zelin raised his eyebrows. "I heard a farmer say that the mist of the demon spirit was made by Philippa, and the purpose is to stop the advance of Hensett's army."

"This spell was cast by a male mage." Xiel held out a finger. "You can see this based on the magic effect. The magic will be different according to the brain structure of the caster. The brains of men and women are a little different. If it is not an emergency, Philiba does not need to venture into the battlefield to rescue him. Dragon Slayer and Prince Sdennis, they are the hope of Aden, and they must not die here. As Rydania's magic adviser, personally participating in the Adenian rebellion will cause a lot of trouble and disputes."

"So what do you think?"

"I need someone who can enter the mist of the demon spirit and collect enough information so that I can figure out who made all of this." Shiel opened his hands. "Also, don't tell Desmo about this. He is the only male warlock here who is capable of doing this kind of thing."

"I won't tell Desmo, but I've heard of how dangerous the mist of demon spirits is. I want to go through it, but I won't do it alone, so I won't rush in stupidly, even if it's someone. Tell me, the King Killer is inside, and I will be outside waiting for him to come out."

Demon spirits are always the most difficult type of monster to deal with. Not to mention things like Demon Spirit Fog, Zelin hadn't seen such a situation for decades. This sounds a lot like a twisted illusion, or some kind of more powerful illusion. Generally, this situation is beyond the scope of the work of the Demon Hunter, and more mages must be used to solve the problem.

"I can give you a talisman to let you pass through the fog safely."

"Oh?"

With that, Schill handed over a brass talisman with a rune unfamiliar to Zelin engraved on it.

"The magic in this amulet will cause local interference of the astral projection, and will cause disharmony when the two real dimensions encounter, and the overlap during time and space intervention will become unstable."

"You mean, this mist is not an illusion, but caused by spatial intervention?" Zelin frowned. "A wizard who can achieve this level is very powerful."

"Not all. You can think that some kind of ritual brought the time within the misty scope back to the time of the war, but the combatants in that war were basically dead, and the power of the ritual was not strong enough. What is happening in another time and space can be completely entered into our dimension, so these warriors are resurrected in the form of ghosts, and they will be endlessly engaged in their never-ending war in the mist. No one can be there. When surviving on this kind of battlefield, no matter how many people are killed, the killed demon spirit will immediately resurrect in the mist."

Seeing Zelin taking the talisman, Schell paused to explain. "So this amulet is the only thing that can help you go through, unless there is a warlock who can keep chanting the spell by your side."

Zelin raised his eyes. "Like you?"

"If I could leave the camp, I would have gone to Fojian by myself." Schell replied blankly. "On the eve of the war, as a warlock in the Kodwin camp, but ran to Fojian, how could I do this. Oh, yes, there is another thing. The Nilfgaards are here. Last time they In Tamoria, Foltest was assassinated as a result, and now they ran to Kodwin on the eve of the war. I suspect they have tried."

"A sorceress going to Nilfgard's camp may arouse suspicion, but if it is a demon hunter looking everywhere for a commission, she will meet a Nilfgard by chance near the Kodwin camp." Zelin Touched the chin. "It sounds like a well-arranged script. Come on, who do you want me to meet."

Zelin knew that a talisman that could help him freely pass through the mist of demon spirits was definitely not a free gift.

"You are very smart, Demon Hunter, did you learn from Francesca?"

"Learned from the monster."

Seeing Xier's puzzled eyes, Zelin waved his hand.

"Don't mind, you keep talking, I'm listening."

"Ashley Anachen of Vicovaro will be walking along the river tonight, and an hour later, someone will put a commission on the sign, and his amulet dropped while patrolling the river. , There are water ghosts there, so there can be demon hunters to help find them, do you understand?"

"Maybe, I can take this talisman and go now?"

Schell said indifferently. "Whatever you want."

Later, Schill left. Seeing the figure of the female warlock disappear into the portal, Zelin shrugged and stuffed the talisman into his jacket pocket.

Even without Schill’s advice, he would investigate matters related to the South.

Who is the master behind the kingslayer?

Chapter 1821 The Humble Warlock

In the evening.

Zelin walked on the bank of the Ponta River, which was covered with gravel and gravel, holding the power of attorney in one hand, while constantly looking at the verdant bottom of the river. There is definitely nothing to be seen in this way. The turbid river water will obscure the sight. Six thousand people are stationed on the bank, and the discarded domestic garbage drifts down the river, bringing some unpleasant smell with the evening breeze.

It didn't take long for Zelin to see the scene that Schill had mentioned before.