The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"No problem." Zelin put down the cup and a few coins. "Let's go."

Zelin and Zoltan walked towards the entrance of the tavern together. He just opened the door and heard the voice filled with righteous indignation again.

"Why are they not willing to disclose what poison Saqiya is? It is obvious that the truth can be revealed as long as they are announced, but they just refuse. They must be afraid that once they say something is poisoned, someone will come forward and expose their lies. And conspiracy!" said the farmer in a felt hat to the new audience. "Move your brains, think about it, isn't it suspicious? They dare not say that Saqiya is poisoned, and they refuse to hire a doctor, but let the female warlock detoxify her. I don't feel that this is very serious. Suspicious?"

"Please, man."

Another dwarf who had just returned from a night shift in the mine took a swig of beer. "It's already written on the notice board. Mayor Cecil wrote in the notice how the poison was detoxified last night. Why don't you go take a look?"

"Billboard? Who can believe that what is written on the signboard is true? Saqiya can collude with the sorcerer, so she can't control the person who puts the sticker on the signboard?" The farmer opened his arms. "Think about it, you stone-headed dwarf, this is obviously a conspiracy."

But no one came to explain to him this time.

Several elves and humans opened the door and rushed in.

"It's this **** who slanders the saint!" The leading farmer pointed at the human wearing a felt hat. "It's him!"

"Tell him a lesson!"

The few remaining people immediately rushed over with their fists.

The drinking dwarf miner changed the table and continued to drink while covering one ear. After a while. He finished drinking, burped, took a sip on the messy ground on the other side, patted his clothes, and walked out of the tavern.

The first thousand eight hundred and forty-six chapters Geralt's arrival

"Geralt."

Zelin saw Geralt wearing a hood near the mine outside Fjian. He also carried the silver sword, and seemed to have just experienced a battle. "How did you come here? It looks like you just had a fight with a bunch of evil spirits."

"The real situation is the same, but the evil ghost will be replaced by a demon spirit." Geralt moved his shoulders. "Passing through the fog is not easy, especially if you have a crappy mage next to you to ensure that his spells will be effective."

"Have you killed the mist of the demon spirit alone?" Zelin asked in disbelief.

"While also waving Hamdor's sword, with the **** Campi standing on his shoulders." Geralt said blankly.

After a few seconds, he continued.

"A joke."

"I know. How did you come here?"

"Desmo said he knew a spell to avoid the demon spirit." Geralt took out a talisman. "He said that with a talisman, everything can be safe. As a result, I have to deal with a mad war spirit every 50 steps, and I will meet a few demon spirits every 20 steps. When I go back, I will Let him take his proud work and walk around the demon spirit battlefield."

Desmo, like Schill, also made a talisman for Geralt. However, Desmo's skills in protective spells are obviously not as good as Schill.

"Would you like to sit somewhere where you can rest?"

"No, I want you to find one thing for me. To be precise, they are two different things, but I know where one of them is." Geralt held out two fingers. "Vandergrift's Sword and Brown Banner Battalion Battle Banner."

"Do these two things have any meaning?"

"In order to lift the curse of the fog, I need the war symbol belonging to the soldiers who died on the battlefield. Hate, death, courage, and faith. I have found two, Serchik's armor representing faith, and Sabina's burning of hatred. The remains of the pillar, the Van der Grift sword that represents courage and the brown flag camp battle flag that represents death. With them, I can enter the battlefield as a demon spirit warrior and experience their eternal life. Endless war, and then find the point where the timeline in the fog is buckled into a circle. Untie it, and the curse is over."

"Zoltan told me that the battle flag of the Brown Flag Battalion was in the tomb in Mount Frogen. After the war was over, the dwarves of Frogn went to the battlefield to rescue the wounded and gather the bodies. They brought the dead Brown Flag camp soldiers and war The flags are buried here together. And Van der Grift’s magic giant sword is in the hands of the dragon slayer. I need to find a way to get that sword, otherwise the fog will expand endlessly."

"Hmm..." Zelin felt his chin for a while. "Go find the banner of the Brown Banner Camp, Geralt, I will help you get the Van der Grift Sword."

"Are you sure?"

"I don't need to steal, Geralt. Believe me, Saqiya will be willing to send this sword out to solve the mist of the demon spirit."

"I don't think a general will give up her sword easily."

"But the fog is not easy." Zelin made a reassuring gesture. "You go find the banner, we will meet here at noon."

"No problem, see you later."

The mist of the demon spirit not only blocked Hensett's army, but also threatened Fagan's safety. Saqiya is confident to defeat Hensett's army, but she has no choice but to face the mist of the demon spirit. This is why Philippa is also looking for a way to relieve the fog. Once the scope of the fog spreads sharply, Hensett's army can leave, but the city of Forten cannot be moved. In the end, it can only end up as a ghost town. Due to Saqiya's poisoning, Philippa's progress is very slow. Since Geralt can lift the curse immediately, Zelin thinks he can give it a try and persuade Saqiya to send her saber to solve the crisis.

Along the mountain road in the inner city, Zelin walked towards the Three Fathers Castle. Zoltan and Geralt act together in case the latter is caught as a spy in the city. On the eve of the war, any stranger who suddenly appears in the city can easily be regarded as a spy. Zoltan knew Sheldon, the commander of the dwarven soldiers, and most of the dwarves also knew him. With him, at least he wouldn't be in too much trouble.

When Zelin passed the maze of flat houses built by human refugees, the demon hunter heard a slightly familiar voice by accident.

It's just that this voice is not so indignant now.

"I told you that after every preaching, you have to change places, or you will be recognized. You idiot has been in the tavern, and those mobs who support Sakia will definitely come to you."

Zelin stopped, stepped back two steps, and looked at the gap between the two flat houses. An aristocrat wearing a gold chain was pacing back and forth in anger, while the farmer wearing a felt hat was bent over, conscientiously.

"Next, you change the method. You have to ask why the female warlock refuses to publish the healing potions and spells during the treatment, and questioning her must be a guilty conscience. Understand? Just say that."

"But my lord, someone wants to say that he has seen him, what should I do?" The farmer lowered his head and looked at the ground. "What should I say?"

"Then change to another place and continue to look for other people in the next day. Anyway, they forget all the things in the past as soon as they sleep. Don't you even understand such simple things?"

"I see, sir, but... the money you said before..."

"When the time comes, I will naturally give it to you. Do you have to question, as a nobleman, would I covet the money of you farmers?"

Hearing this, Zelin shook his head, stepped forward, and continued to move forward. This kind of thing is really not surprising. It is estimated that Philippa can also guess what is going on. She wants to help Saqiya stabilize the situation, can be met, Philippa must be planning to do something again.

When Zelin arrived at the Three Fathers' Castle, the members participating in the meeting had basically walked into the meeting room.

"You are late, Demon Hunter."

Iopheus at the door leaned against the door frame, with his hands interlaced on his chest. "Are you fascinated by a woman in bed?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? I was so excited when I saw Saqiya wake up last night and knocked her head when she walked?" Zelin glanced at Eofis strangely. "Or something important happened today?"

"It's very important, you missed a good show."

"What's the matter?"

"Half of the nobles do not intend to continue to fight Hensett." Eofes said. "They think it is insulting to follow Saqiya's orders. They only accept the royal command, the golden **** we locked in the dungeon. If we don't release Sdennis, they will leave with the troops. The rest. Half of them hope that when the Kingdom of Frjan is established, they can take the opportunity to break away from Aden and belong to Frjan. But the premise is that they must become members of the royal council. It seems that they all believe that Saqiya must have nobles To know how to build a new country."

"It looks like the problem is serious? How did Saqiya judge Sdennis?"

"Not yet, she plans to wait until the battle with Hensett is over." The elf's eyes were like a sunken scar on his face. "I very much agree with this. Those humans may have to wait until Hensett is repulsed and they will tear up the previous agreement."

"What is the content of the agreement?"

"Saqiya helped Sdennis defeat Hensett and protect Upper Aden from being occupied, and in exchange, he will recognize the independence of Forken City."

"But can Saqiya defeat Hensett now? The mist of the demon spirit can't always stand in front of Hensett."

"Only the dwarf guards and the farmers, of course, cannot withstand Hensett's army. Only seventeen knights and eighty-three professional soldiers remain with their master." Eofes squeezed. Mouth. "I'm going to convene the squirrel parties from all over Aden. The time for fighting has arrived, and we will not stand idly by. In the past, Hunsett expelled us from the forest at the foot of the Blue Mountains and turned the woodland into a royal hunting ground. Now , We will shoot new prey in another place, and Fujian is a suitable place."

"Are you going through the fog?"