The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Use a crossbow arrow!" Toril let out a low growl in his throat. "Get the crossbow, shoot at the goal, shoot the **** outside, shoot to death!"

Gandi took out the crossbow arrow hidden under the bed, and the arrow was loaded and shot at the wooden door. The heavy crossbow pierced the door, leaving a hole in it.

It was dark outside, covered with dark clouds, and you couldn't see your fingers. A cold wind blew in from the hole, and the candlelight flickered.

The three dwarves held their breath and looked at each other. After completing the task, Gandi put anesthetic powder on his gums, and then put it under the tip of his nose to take a small mouthful.

"Why do you welcome me in this way, my dear student."

The sound came from behind them, Toriel jumped up, the axe rounded round in mid-air, and the wooden chair was turned into fragments under the heavy blow.

"I taught you the knowledge of runes and how to live, and you are repaying me in this way."

Grindi opened his mouth, screamed harshly in his throat, and his eyes widened with fear. The rotten old dwarf stood at the door, an eyeball had fallen off, white maggots were crawling out of it, and the back of their heads still had the scars of the heavy blow they had murdered him.

"Go away! Devil! Go away!"

Torell's axe hit Baltimore, splitting it in two in the middle. However, the cut figure did not fall, instead it became two identical figures.

It's like pressing a switch, one after another scary Baltimore appeared in the house, he was standing at the door, he was sitting by the bed, he was lying on the table, he was squatting by the fire, the dark shadow at the door Disappeared, a huge Baltimore was looking into the house with his drooping eye, like a human being looking at his birdcage.

"Let me see what my lovely good student is thinking?"

One rotten Baltimore step by step towards the three people trapped in the room, Toril slashed with an axe frantically, but it was as weak as if he had hit the air. Grindi wanted to escape, but then he was caught by his limbs. Baltimore's swollen fingers soaked in the river water scratched his body and head, as if to dig out his heart and take out his brain. Countless figures soon drowned Grindi along with his screams, followed by blood flowing out. Gan Di rolled his eyes white and fainted directly.

Soon, he and Torell were also overwhelmed.

More screams followed.

No matter how long it has passed, the people of Fojian will never forget the miserable screams that rang through the sky that night, and everything they saw when they woke up the next day.

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Introduction: As a monster, I have been to the deepest part of hell, chatting and laughing with the lord of hell, and I have been to the top of heaven, overlooking the whole world, but these are the past. I returned to the earth, became a glorious teacher of the people, and lived a stable life with girls but no houses, until one day, a tuft of slimes appeared on my bed...

The first thousand eight hundred and thirty-six chapters

When Zelin returned to Fojian, the sky was already bright.

"Devil hunter."

The dwarf guard with a twisted beard looked at the demon hunter covered in blood and feathers. "What's wrong with you? Did you fall into a cesspool?"

"There is blood in your cesspit?" Zelin looked at the dwarf guard with a pitiful look. "Then you can spend more time with your family and friends. You may not have many opportunities in the future."

"What nonsense are you talking about." The dwarf stretched out his hand and waved before the tip of his nose. "The smell on you now is like a miner who has just come out after a month in the mine. Hurry up and find a bath at the back of the tavern. You walk into the city like this and wait for three days. No one can live in Fujian. ."

"Ah, I know." Zelin shrugged. "If you stay in the monster lair for a night, it will be more difficult than staying in the mine for a month. Then you will understand what is going on."

When Zelin killed the Cernoy Fascinated Bird by the ancient stone plate, the Fascinated Fascinated Bird in the canyon seemed to blow up the nest of ants and rushed out. It was impossible to drive so many monsters away only by the smell of fish oil candles, so the demon hunter figured out a way, and he applied the spare fish oil that was in the bottle to his body. This dispelled a part of the monsters, but still enough enemies rushed over. Had it not been for the demon hunter to prepare the fire trap in advance to deal with the demon bird with the human face, and found a narrow, sheltered place, otherwise he would not be as simple as two more scratches on his arm this time.

On Lundulin Square, most of the vendors are still asleep. Usually the market officially starts at nine o'clock in the morning. With one exception, near the entrance of the inner city, Felicia Currie took out the small accessories from the package and placed them on the stall. Not knowing whether he heard the footsteps or smelled the smell, the apprentice sorceress turned around, looked up and down at the demon hunter, and then twisted his brows together.

"What's the matter with you? Did you go to some bad demon hunter commission? Demon hunter."

"It's not commissioned by the hunter, but it's also terrible." Zelin beckoned her. "Get up to work so early?"

"Life is difficult, Demon Hunter." Philipia sighed and made a face. "But something big happened last night. I'm afraid not many people in the city can still sleep. Oh, do you need me to clean your body with magic tricks? Only five Oren is needed."

Zelin thought for a while and shook his head. "No, I decided to relax in the bath." He noticed what Feilixia said. "What happened to Fujian last night?"

He stayed in the gorge all night, and even if the city of Forge was on fire and the smoke was soaring into the sky, nothing could be seen. But everything in the city was normal, and he didn't see the corpse on the street. Obviously it was not a riot or a fight from Hensett.

"Someone is dead, it's Fujian's rune craftsman." Philipia scratched her brown hair. "Death was terrible. One person split the other's head and slammed his head on the wall. The third choked himself to death with anesthetic powder. Before he died, he used an arrow to pierce his eyes. Blood. Flowing from the house to the outside, a dwarf got up to go to the toilet at night and happened to see it. The result was almost mad. Fortunately, Ms. Philippa was here. She used magic to calm the dwarf, otherwise there would be more victims on the list. Add one."

"What is it made of?" Zelin asked. "Some kind of monster."

"I don't know. The elder of the dwarves announced that the scene was blocked. He said he would find a demon hunter to solve it." Feilixia twisted her nose. "Do you really don't need me to use magic tricks to help you solve the trouble? It's cheap."

"No." Zelin said firmly, he had seen the consequences of magical mistakes. In any case, he still didn't want an apprentice to cast spells on himself. He is not Virginia, and he is willing to let his classmates do technical experiments on himself. Seeing Feilixia's disappointed eyes, Zelin took out a small bag of coins and handed it to her. "You happen to have no customers here, take the money, go nearby and buy me some bread, apples and bacon, and two bottles of rye wine. Use your spells to make them look like they were just taken out of the ice cellar. Take it to the second floor of the tavern in the center of the city."

Philipia opened the bag and glanced inside. "This is too much."

"The extra is your reward."

"No." Feilixia took out ten of the Oren, and then returned the bag to Zelin. "I will take as much as my work is worth."

When Zelin arrived at the tavern, he was very happy that there were not many people here. It may be that what happened last night left many people in a state of shock. There are enough gossips for them to entertain, and there is no need to use alcohol to numb their pain and boredom. Days. Otherwise, the people who drank here will probably drive him out, even the most patient tavern owner who treats the guests will have an expression of disgust, until Zelin lay in the hot tub, and put his whole body All the clothes were thrown into the bucket.

Feilixia sent her things and hurriedly left. She still had many textbooks to review. God knows why the sorcerer has to learn so many subjects, such as spells, summons, alchemy, history, literature, art, biology, geography, curses, magic prop making, elements, herbs and potions, etc., not to mention that there are still under each subject. There are more categories. Originally, Zelin thought that the demon hunter had enough to learn, but it paled in comparison with the warlock. I'm afraid this is why, it takes more than ten years for a warlock from enrollment to graduation.

As Zelin was soaking in a hot bath, enjoying the food on the plate next to the pool, and letting his body relax from the battle last night, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door from far to near.

"Devil Hunter!"

The door was slammed open, and Elder Cecil walked in with an angry face.

"What's the matter, elder?"

"Look at what you did last night!" Cecil's beard seemed to be blown away with anger. "You released a nightmare last night! That nightmare killed my runemaster and two other apprentices in a dream, and now I don’t know where it went! Everyone is panicking, and what kind of **** and darkness the human priest is talking about? Biological argument, and you are actually lying here now, enjoying the morning and hot bath?!"

"Don't get excited, Cecil. Let us solve the problems one by one, and it is impossible to let your runemaster come to life with excitement. In fact, even if you don't come to me now, I plan to find you next."

Zelin sat upright, put down half of the rye in his hands. He believes that if the female warlock is willing to make cold beer and sell it in the hot summer, many people will definitely be willing to spend money, and thank the female warlock for her skill. Only at this time, Zelin felt how practical magic is. Of course, those who can afford to buy this cold beer would not believe that the magic is derived from the devil. Otherwise, those who inhale the anesthetic powder researched by the alchemy of the sorcerer must be the first to be unlucky, but the Eternal Fire will certainly not admit this, because they are the organization that consumes the most anesthetic powder.

"What's the matter?"

"In the canyon, I found a dream, it was Toril's dream, the disciple of Master Baltimore, your current rune master. Oh no, you used to be a rune master. In his dream, he said yes He killed the Baltimore Master and threw his body into the Ponta River. Yes, that's the purple one." Zelin glanced at what was in the corner of the wall, where two crystals were placed. One is bright purple and one is dark gray. It seems that the stronger the desire and emotion in the dream, the brighter the color of the crystal. "When I arrived in the canyon, Cernoy had just collected the dreams stolen from Toril's mind."

"How can you take the crystal out?!" Cecil opened his eyes wide. "Return it quickly, no, bury it, don't let anyone discover it!"

With that said, he stretched out his hand to get the crystal.

"Don't touch the gray one. The owner of that dream has a very close relationship with me. I want to take it away." Zelin said. Seeing that Cecil was no longer as angry as he had just walked in, he poured a glass of wine for the opponent. "Take a sip and don't be so flustered. If you want evidence, go to Philippa the Sorceress, she can show you the dream in the crystal."

Perhaps it was last night when Zelin was fighting with Cernoy's human-faced monster bird, blood splashed on the stone disk of the orthographic dreamland, and as a result, he summoned the corresponding nightmare. Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little grateful. At that time, it was Toril's dream, not Yusevka's. He remembered someone saying that before the mist of the demon spirit appeared, Hensett killed a priest beside a similar stone plate. Maybe the mist and nightmare of the demon spirit appeared like this?

Zelin couldn't help but think of the blood sacrifice in ancient times. The legend of the dwarf may be true, and the crystallized dream with the corresponding rune stone disk can indeed summon the nightmare, all it takes is enough blood.

He began to seriously consider whether to go back and completely blow up the stone pan.

"Devil hunter." Cecil put the dream crystal into the package he carried. "You have to deal with the nightmare thing. Everyone in the town is very scared. The Hunsett army outside is under pressure. This kind of thing happened in the city. If you don’t solve it as soon as possible, I don’t know what the feared people will do next. What's the matter."

"What did Philippa the Sorceress not do?"

"People don't believe in the Sorceress, and Ms. Philippa's words will only make people more suspect that this is a conspiracy." Cecil shook his head. "I have told people that the Demon Hunter will solve the problem. You'd better give a reasonable explanation, and then make sure that the nightmare has disappeared. As for the crimes Toril and the others have committed, I will look for opportunities to use them at the right time. Appropriate evidence is disclosed."