The Journey of the Demon Hunter

In other words, did he find the wrong place?

At this time, there was a harsh scream in the sky, from far to near. Zelin quickly turned around and hid behind a rock, watching the gloomy sky vigilantly. .

In the night, a huge human-faced demon bird flapped its wings and slowly fell. It was holding a dark purple crystal stone in its hand. After it fell on the ground, it looked around, as if confirming that the nearby crystals were still intact, then walked to an ancient stone disk full of cracks and removed the crystals in its hand. Place it in the gap in the middle of the slate. This demon bird is nearly two meters tall and has an open wingspan of more than four meters. Unlike the feet, which are like claws, its hands are more like humans, with some kind of crystals emitting faint white light growing on the tips of the thumb and index finger.

The monster looked around vigilantly, Zelin held his breath, and at the same time held the silver sword in his hand. His eyes drifted to the side, and the candle that had just been extinguished still smelled a little bit.

The moonlight shines through the gap above the canyon and hits the middle of the stone disk. The purple crystal exudes a faint fluorescence, which attracted the attention of the monster. The Sernoy human-faced monster bird took a few steps back, turned around, stared at the stone disk under the moonlight, and reached out to stroke the crystal stone. Zelin carefully observed the monster's every move. After a while, the fluorescence on the crystal gradually dissipated and dimmed again. Cernoy held the crystal with both hands respectfully, turned around, and placed it on another raised rock nearby. After finishing all this, it spread its wings, flapped its wings, and disappeared into the night sky again.

Zelin waited for a while, and after confirming that the monster would not return suddenly, he walked out of the hiding place and walked quickly to the crystal that the demon bird had just brought back. He picked up the crystals and put them back into the cold stone tray with some weeds growing in the cracks.

The next moment, the illusion that emerged in the moonlight made Zelin's eyes widened.

Chapter 1835: Baltimore's nightmare

The background is a torch placed in an iron frame on an uneven stone wall. The fire was bright, casting the shadow of the dwarf on the wall.

A dream.

Zelin knew whose dream it was.

Torell.

Disciple of Master Baltimore.

"I will become Fujian's master of runes, a new master of runes."

Torell sat at the stone table, holding a pipe, squinting his eyes lightly, and looking at the diamonds, gold coins and jewels that covered the tabletop with a smile. At the stone table, the human in black clothes bent over, holding his hands, with a flattering smile.

"Hensett’s army will definitely break through the walls of Frogen. The farmer who was temporarily recruited has no chance of winning. Baltimore wants to coexist and die with Frogen, and hides his secrets. He is too stupid, the city has already To elect a human woman to be the leader, what difference does it make to serve for what kind of human? King Henset also needs a rune to serve his palace. Times have changed, and rune knowledge should serve those who can afford it. It’s not being destroyed with this city that is about to be captured."

The black-clothed human offered a bag of gold coins, Toril waved, and his apprentice handed over a rune talisman.

"Humans don’t know what runes are, but they are rich, they want to get rune props, so I won’t be like the old stubborn ones in Baltimore and Carbon Mountain, and I have to keep the secrets of runes in Ma In the ravines of Hakan. With these, we can live as moisturized as warlocks. There can be dedicated servants, a villa that occupies the entire top of the mountain, and gold stuffed in the basement. There will soon be in the human court A post of Minister of Runes, I will be the first."

This is Toril's dream.

Zelin narrowed his eyes. The dream scene turned around and returned to Toril's forge.

"A demon hunter, he came to investigate us. Cecil must have hired him. The old man found out and found that Baltimore was missing."

"Calm down, Grindi. This demon hunter is investigating the poisoning of dragonslayers."

The dwarf in the red hat and white shirt asked nervously.

"But he came to us, why? If Cecil finds out what we have done, he will hang us all in the square!"

"Don't worry, Hensett's army will soon launch an attack. When the fog outside disappears, the flag on the wall will turn into a white unicorn. At that time, who will care about a runeman who belongs to the era of Adenian? He’s dead and alive. He’s already dead. He ran away by himself, and he died in the hands of the demon bird. He was a fool. I told him a way to make money. You only need to bow to humans and you can get a lot of money. As a result, he wanted to drive me away for this and threatened not to teach me anything. He deserves to be too old to beg for a living in the mountains like a miner."

"But why did you come to us for poisoning?"

"How do I know?" Torell lowered his eyes narrowed into a gap. "How do I know."

"What if he investigates it?"

"It's okay. I told the demon hunter that Baltimore has gone to the canyon to the south. Only Baltimore and Cecil have the keys. There are monsters everywhere. After the demon hunter enters, nothing but bird feathers We can't find it. Anyway, we have thrown the body into the river. With the key to his house, I don't believe that a demon hunter can find it."

The crow flew across the sky, blocking the moonlight, and the illusion reflected in the crystal gradually became darker.

Zelin frowned.

Torell killed Baltimore, then threw the body into the river. A river, the only river nearby is the Ponta River.

The demon hunter removed the purple crystal and returned it to its original position. Zelin looked at the numerous crystals around him, took out a few at random and put them in the stone tray. It is the dream of all the townsfolk of Fujian. A human working in a tavern imagined that a dragon slayer would fall in love with him, and a squirrel party elf hoped that he could live in a wide lakeside villa with a group of human maids serving him. There is also a dwarf who dreams of one day sleeping on a bed full of jewels and gold decorations. The demon hunter even stumbled upon Eofis' dream. In this one-eyed elf's dream, he became the governor of a city, smoking a pipe behind his desk.

Among the many dream stones, Zelin accidentally saw a small dream stone, very small and light in color. It took him twice to fix it on the gap of the stone plate.

He is very familiar with the owner of this dream.

It's Yusevka's dream.

In her dream, she was sitting on the side of the bed with a baby wrapped in a swaddling, humming a little tune. A small, clean and comfortable cabin. The door of the house had just been opened, and a man who seemed to have just finished a day's work was pulling the door home.

A comfortable home for only two people.

Seeing the illusion, Zelin sighed lightly. He removed the crystal, but this time, instead of returning the crystal to its original position, he stuffed it into his pocket.

He is indeed a bastard.

When he put Toriel's dream in the stone tray again, ready to watch it again, trying to find more clues, a harsh scream came from the sky again. Zelin raised his head, a huge black figure in the sky spread its wings, and leaped towards the location of the demon hunter.

Zelin drew out the silver sword like lightning and drew a circle in the air.

The blood splashed on the stone plate, shattering the dream.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhah

Toriel sat up suddenly, his eyes widened under heavy breathing, and he looked around in horror, his panic eyeballs seemed to pop out of his eye sockets. He touched his neck subconsciously, and after making sure that his head was still on his shoulders, he exhaled heavily, and lay down as if being drawn away from his strength, his chest undulating.

The candle was lit.

"What's the matter, Toriel?" The sleepy Grindi sat up and lit the candle on the bedside table. "Did you have a nightmare? Or were you bitten by a werewolf? Your howl will wake everyone up."

"I dreamed that Baltimore was coming to kill me." Toriel waved his hand weakly. "Damn, I must be mentally allergic."

Gan Di on the other side turned over and continued to snore.

"Go to sleep, that Baltimore can't come back, we all know, and don't worry about that demon hunter, where there are all demon birds, he can't find anything, those monsters only need to see blood, like hair It's crazy." Grindi pulled the quilt that was about to fall off the bed. "In a few days, no one will care about this. There is going to be a war soon, so no matter what you do."

"Yes, sleep." Toriel reached out and pulled out a towel, wiping the cold sweat on his forehead. "Sleep, for the future master of runes..."

咚咚咚——

The wooden door was knocked hard.

Toril and Grindy had a fight, and sat up all of a sudden. Gandi's grunt became louder.

The two glanced at each other, Toriel made a gesture, and Grindi quickly crawled to the other side to push his companion to wake up.

"Who is outside?!"

"It's me."

"Who?"

"Baltimore."

Toril hurriedly jumped out of bed and grabbed the axe placed in the corner without even having time to put on his pants. Grindi drew the dagger hidden under the pillow, Gandi finally woke up, yawned and opened a small box of anesthetic powder.