The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"His Majesty Hensett asked you to ask about the Kingslayer?"

Desmo is a male warlock from Ben Ade, just like other male warlocks. His appearance looks more than 40 years old. This is the age that male warlocks like most-mature, intelligent and strong. , Just as the sorcerer likes to fix her appearance at twenty-five to thirty years old. But compared with other warlocks, Desmo looked shorter and sturdy, like an old locust tree, wrinkled like a river, and like a warrior, but this is also very possible, some male warlocks He really likes to bring a sword or practice how to use a staff to smash the enemy's head. This kind of thing was very popular among male warlocks hundreds of years ago.

"I'm here to inquire about the kingslayer and the fog of the demon spirit. Although this is not an order of His Majesty Hensett, I am very interested in catching the kingslayer. I am a demon hunter, a demon hunter..."

"Devil hunter Zelin, I have heard of your deeds and killed Wigwarts, although with the assistance of several warlocks." Desmo extended his hand to Zelin. "I've long wanted to know you, why don't I need a handshake to celebrate that we can finally meet? Don't worry, there is no poison needle in my sleeve. The most powerful mage and the most famous demon hunter in the north, if you will Playing for King Hensett, you will soon become one of the best in the north."

"Sorry, I'm not interested in these things now." Zelin shook hands with Desmo. "Compared to working for the king, I prefer to be able to decide where and what I can do at any time."

"Your handshake is like a commander who can swing a sword." Desmo let go. "Leadership, able to fight, but not cold enough. Some women don't like your type, but..."

"I think we are talking about the Kingslayer, Desmo." Zelin interrupted Desmo's words. "I've heard a rumor that the mist of demon spirits was probably made by a warlock who supported the Kingslayer. Is this possible? Do you have any clues about the Kingslayer?"

"This must be done by a warlock." Desmo raised his hand. "Don't blame me for degrading your profession, Zelin. No matter how proficient magic hunters are, it is impossible for a magic hunter to do this kind of thing. This is not a divination in the market or a magic error by a mage apprentice. This curse caused the eclipse. , And summoned a large number of evil spirits. It is a complex spell that affects several levels. Only a warlock with strong mana can do it, and..."

Before Desmo could continue speaking, a chaotic scream suddenly came from outside the camp.

"There are assassins!"

Chapter 1823: Attack of the Assassin

When the chaos appeared, Zelin immediately ran out. He didn't draw out his sword directly. He knew that in a chaotic situation, the soldiers who rushed up would subconsciously regard those who were not in the uniforms of soldiers, who were unfamiliar and had weapons in their hands, as assassins. Zelin was here to catch the assassin, not to create more chaos to cover the assassin.

Desmo carried his metal staff, followed behind and ran out. As soon as he came out, Zelin happened to see a guard with his throat cut across his neck and fell to the ground. On the other side, a guard holding a halberd was stabbing a dark figure with his weapon. The black shadow turned around, easily dodge the blow, and the moment he passed the soldier, a sword hit the armor on his abdomen. The soldier who was hit staggered forward a few steps, and received another sword in the back. Before he fell, the surface of his body was frozen at a speed visible to the naked eye, and when he fell to the ground, a lot of broken ice scum was splashed.

"Bren!"

Zelin shouted.

The assassin stunned suddenly, and he turned his head subconsciously. Zelin took the opportunity to throw two throwing knives to take the opponent's shoulders and abdomen.

The sword blade glowing with light blue swiftly swung twice, blocking the attack from different directions almost at the same instant. The assassin stepped forward and strode towards the most luxurious tent, not even prepared to stay to entangle him. But Zelin's attack slowed his movements, and an electric light hit the place where he stood just now. Desmo shook his staff, chanted a spell quickly, and shook the electric current at the assassin. The assassin swung his sword, and the legendary blade bounced off the electric current in the air. The electric light hit a soldier who had just run over the hillside. The soldier twitched and fell. The other guards stepped past the scorched colleagues in front and ran towards the assassin.

"Stop him!"

Zelin rushed to the assassin, and the guards in front of the king's camp ran up with weapons. One left and one right attacked the assassin at the same time, trying to pinch the enemy by relying on the superiority of numbers. But the assassin just swung his sword, two helmeted heads rolled down, and the headless corpse fell behind the assassin. Zelin was less than five steps away from the assassin, he jumped up, aimed at the opponent's back and chopped down. The ebony blade made a scream in the air, and the assassin rolled forward, swiftly avoiding the blow.

"Don't you want to go in!"

On the other side, Schill, who ran over with the soldiers, completed her spell, and a wall of fire rose from the ground, blocking the assassin and the king’s camp. More soldiers rushed up. The assassin did not hesitate, and brushed a sword flower at Desmo next to him. Zelin's sword slashed on the assassin, but he paused briefly under the resistance of a layer of Quinn's Seal. The seal almost instantly turned into fragments, but it was enough for an agile assassin. While Desmo was avoiding the blade, he threw a bomb under his feet.

Zelin knew the bomb.

"Close your eyes!"

He rolled backwards and distanced himself from the enemy, closing his eyes and sculpting the rune of the Kunen's Seal to prevent the enemy from sneaking. Only the two warlocks and the three closest soldiers heard Zelin's warning, and the others still rushed towards the assassin who was about to escape from the gap exposed when Desmo dodged.

The next moment, the dazzling white light burst out suddenly, making the camp tent seem to have a sun instantly.

After the white light passed, Zelin opened his eyes, squeezed his weapon, made a fighting posture, and quickly searched for the enemy's whereabouts.

But in front of the camp, there were only a burning wall of fire and a few corpses dripping with blood, and a few soldiers rolled their eyes on the ground in pain.

"What is this, Demon Hunter?!"

Desmo strode over. "What's the matter?!"

"The day of Serekania." Zelin said. "Some kind of bomb that can blind the eyes with a strong white light, but don't worry, these soldiers will not be permanently blind. They should be able to recover after a night, but the eyes will keep crying when they hit the wind."

"I don't care about these soldiers. What I asked is, you were calling that assassin's name?!" Desmo asked. "Do you know the assassin?"

"This is guessed based on the information I got before."

Soldiers gathered around, and several knights ordered the corpses to be dragged away from the ground. The remaining soldiers gathered around Zelin and looked at Zelin suspiciously.

"In other words, you know the Kingslayer? I doubt it." Desmo touched his chin. "You suddenly came here tonight, and the Kingslayer also came tonight. You want to tell me that such a thing is just a pure coincidence?"

"Enough, Desmo, if it hadn't been intercepted by this demon hunter, the assassin would have already entered the camp." Shiel stepped forward. "If you can't pursue the enemy before running away, don't delay the warrior who can chase the enemy. According to your statement, after the assassin escaped, you suspected a warrior who was going to chase the assassin and protect the king. You too. It may be an accomplice of the assassin."

"Do you know what you are talking about, crazy woman?!" Desmo showed an angry expression on his face. "I was the first to rush out when the assassin appeared..."

"Enough, you two don't quarrel anymore!" A majestic voice came from behind the soldiers, and the soldiers stepped aside and knelt down to pay tribute to those who came. Hensett came out in a gorgeous thick brocade. He was wearing a crown, but the bandage wrapped around his forehead made his crown appear crooked on his head, like a clown with a crooked hat deliberately in a theater, but the clown would not be as strong as Hunsett. Hensett raised his hand and looked at the two wizard advisors. "The two magic advisors I trust the most are arguing at such an important time? You really disappointed me."

Schill and Desmo bowed their heads.

"I believe that no one in my camp is conspiring with the assassin, because everyone knows that I was near the arena today to check and understand the preparations for the tournament. I was not in the tent at all." Hensett looked around. "Now, go back to your post immediately. I don't want to hear any boring rumors tomorrow. Desmo, Shire, I want you two to continue to strengthen your vigilance, each of you vowed to say that your magic can be Ensure the safety here, but the assassin still ran so close to my camp! You must come up with a plan and tell me tomorrow morning."

Zelin lowered his eyes and looked at Hensett's boots. When he came before, he passed by the arena, where the soil was soft and suitable for fences, but there was no mud on Hensett's boots. Then he shifted his gaze and looked into the tent with the light of the wall of fire that had not been completely extinguished. On the back of the camp tent, an open rear door curtain was blown off by the night wind.

"Devil hunter?"

Suddenly, a voice recalled Zelin's thoughts.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty."

Zelin looked at Hensett suspiciously.

"Come with me, Demon Hunter, you must give me some answers about the Kingslayer."

Chapter 1824 The King's Ambition

There is a bearskin carpet in Hensett’s tent.

"So the rumors are true."

Hensett rubbed his boots on the bearskin blanket. "Now there is an organization called the Assassin King Group, which specializes in assassinating the king, and it is also composed of the best demon hunters?"

"Your Majesty, first of all, we have no definite evidence that the Assassin King Group exists. Secondly, many of our demon hunters are looking for this traitor who has become an assassin." Zelin subconsciously looked at the tent, and the bookcase on the side was full of it. Books, he glanced at them and knew that these books only had covers. "I am sure that the person who came to the assassination was a demon hunter. I will tell other people the news, and they will rush over to find a solution to him."

"Are you sure?"

"I saw his eyes, the same as mine." Zelin pointed to his eyes. "I don't know why he would do this, but when I find him, I will find an answer. Whether it is true or false."

"Your demon hunter assassin killed two of my best knights in an instant, and the best fighting skills, and seven loyal soldiers, in the blink of an eye." Hensett took off his gloves. Throw it on the soft leather chair. "Now, I know that this assassin is near my camp, ready to come and take my life. I asked Shire and Desmo to put the tent next to me, and no matter who goes out, one person must stay here. . This time, the assassin almost rushed in and rushed here."

"Not my assassin, Your Majesty." Zelin corrected.

"You demon hunters should serve the king." Hensett said suddenly.

The charcoal in the brazier was smoldering, and a faint red glow appeared with the wind blowing in from the corner of the curtain.

"I don't understand, Your Majesty."

"I mean, you demon hunters should be loyal to the king. Everyone should be loyal to the king, even warlocks. I really don’t understand why when the demon hunters pass by the army only accept commissions, but never participate in the war. As long as the king orders, the tramps should take up arms and fight for it. When the Lomune Conference, the new sorcerer order is established, the sorcerers can be exonerated, and they can become history without kneeling before the king. They become ministers. But what about you demon hunters? Where is your sect? Who is ordering you? You have such good sword skills, but you waste it on hunting monsters. If I have a demon hunter army, I can go all the way Hit the Yaluja River."

"Our demon hunter is only responsible for killing monsters." Zelin said calmly.

"But the sword is in your hands. It's just a thought to kill someone." Hensett rubbed the tip of his nose and snorted. "You said you only kill monsters, but now some demon hunters are bought and become killers. Gold can buy you, and I can offer prices that many people can't. Don't use words like killing monsters. Prevaricate me. In the past two years, I have noticed that some demon hunters have appeared on the mainland. How can they act outside the command of the king?"