The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Zelin thought for a while and shook his head.

"No need."

Zelin will return to Hensett's barracks with Geralt. The magic on the two amulets may be different, and the superposition of inconsistent magic will cause unpredictable consequences. They will not stand together. But these two amulets can drive away the demon spirits. Maybe they can move forward one after the other, or keep a distance side by side through the fog. In this way, they may encounter fewer demon spirits.

"Devil hunter, when you leave the city, you can go northwest through the valley, where the fog is not as thick as the middle of the plain." Before leaving, Saqiya stood at the gate of the city, facing Zelin and Jello. Te said that she was carrying a new saber, made by the dwarves of Forge. Zoltan failed to come and see them off, he must find a way to strengthen the defense on the platform on the right side of the city wall. The war is imminent, and no one can stay out of the matter. "Zelin, you know that road, it's right next to the Monster Bird Canyon. Compared with Fujian, the slopes there are not that steep."

"Thank you for your reminder." Zelin looked around. "Where is Eofis?"

"He went to gather other squirrel parties, and he hasn't come back yet."

"Why don't I lift the curse later?" Geralt asked. "You need time."

"No need, demon hunter. Hensett is a suspicious person. If he knows that you are here and find an item that can dispel the spell, but he hasn't done anything, he will definitely suspect that you are in collusion with us." Kia tilted her head, paused, and then chuckled lightly. "It looks like this may be the case, but it will cause you a lot of trouble. No need, Geralt. Iofes said that he will bring four hundred of the best archers and The swordsman came to Fojian. With his support, coupled with the strong walls and city defense equipment, we are confident to defeat Hensett."

"Will Philippa go to war?"

"She will advise me, but she won't participate in the war." Saqiya shook her head. "According to the Novigrad Agreement, the civil war between the kings of the north should not involve magic. This will be a conventional war, without the use of magic and curses such a mass destruction plan. From Sabina's case It can be seen that if the warlock participates in the war, there will be no living people in the north after a long time."

"Well, then, take care, Sakia."

"So are you, demon hunters, you are all. Be careful all the way, after the war is over, if you are still there, I will also commission you to clean up the monsters attracted by the corpses."

Walking out of Fojian, the heavy rock gate slowly closed behind them. Although he had walked out of the city wall, Zelin could still hear the dwarves pulling the rocks. There is not much conversation, everyone is executing orders.

"Do you think they can win?"

"They?" Zelin raised his eyebrows. "It is possible, if Saqiya can come up with something unexpected. The fighting power of the Squirrel Party and the dwarves is much stronger than the farmer temporarily recruited by Hensett. But Hensett has many knights, more than 300. Knights, but Saqiya has only a few dozen. Fortunately, Fujian is a mountain city. All knights must dismount and fight like infantry. Otherwise, I doubt that Saqiya's soldiers can stop these knights from charging several times."

They followed Saqiya's path and entered the hills west of Frogen. The fog is located at the foot of the mountain, which is full of pits and pits on the battlefield site. Compared with the unknown fog below, the hillside is sunny. The wind was strong and cold, but it was very refreshing, sweeping away the dampness and sweltering heat by the river bank and in the city of Fojian.

Suddenly, Geralt stopped, and Zelin also stopped.

"Did you smell it?"

"Yes, it's light, but it's obvious."

Zelin frowned. Geralt has pulled out the sword behind his back.

A gust of wind brought a strong smell of blood.

"What do you think it might be?"

"Human-faced monster bird, Angled bug, evil spirit, ghoul, or some unlucky person has stepped into the territory of elemental creatures we don’t know. I remember that elemental summoner Velian once lived in Forge, and he summoned The elemental creatures built the walls of Fjian today."

"Go and see?"

"Let's go."

The first thousand eight hundred and forty-nine chapters of the battle of the trolls

Before Zelin and Geralt approached, they saw a pool of blood-stained puddles far away. A cauldron stood on the puddle, and two trolls were standing by the cauldron, humming a strange tone, while stirring the soup floating with onions and meat with a wooden stick. On the rock by the side of the cauldron, there was thrown a human being tied up. He looked unconscious, and his armor was sunken in a piece.

Zelin and Geralt looked at each other and walked straight over.

Hearing the sound behind him, the stirring troll stopped. It took out the spoon, took a sip of the soup, and made a sound of admiration. The other troll looked at the two demon hunters.

"Dwarf, here comes the dwarf."

Zelin looked at the two trolls. They were decorated with bone spurs, branches, leaves, ropes, and clothes made of bones. This may be a forest troll, only the forest troll likes to decorate itself with so many things. If it is a rock troll, there are at most some bones entangled with a rope, because their skin itself is very hard, especially the back, so no additional defense measures are needed.

"What are you doing?" Zelin glanced at the soup pot. "Eating lunch?"

"Lunch." The troll bent over and looked at the demon hunter. It is more than two meters tall, close to two and a half meters, and its shoulder width is also one meter. "Hungry, my wife finds food, let's eat."

"On a pool of blood?" Ze Lin pointed to the pool of water next to the pot. "You caught a human?"

"Humans, lunch is not. Stupid dwarf, elves are delicious with onions, like tomatoes. Humans, skinny, sour and unpalatable."

"Are you eating an elf?" Zelin glanced at the meat tumbling up and down in the soup pot, besides the intestines that had been cleaned out and thrown outside. "How did you get it? What's the matter with this human?"

"My wife, I caught an elf. It was delicious. She threw a stone to her wife. The wife was very angry. So she threw the stone to her. The elf turned into a piece of meat. It was very fragrant. Then some humans wanted to steal something, bad guys, and hit her. Dizzy." The troll said dullly. "Dwarf, want to eat, want to grab something?"

"Are you attacking the residents here near the city?" Zelin frowned, and he stretched out his finger to point at him. "I can't allow you to continue like this."

Zelin knew some trolls, such as the troll who lived under the broken bridge outside Floating Port City. He had never dealt with them, because Zelin knew that the troll’s favorite food was deer and rabbits in the forest. , And human wine. It maintains a stone bridge, then collects bridge fees, takes the money to the neighborhood to exchange drinks with humans, and has never attacked humans. For such creatures, even if they were not humans, Zelin would not kill them. But excluding creatures that can eat people, no matter what it is, humans are still trolls, just like the ogres he killed in the swamp outside Vizima.

"Dwarf, don't let you eat, it's a bad guy."

The troll said angrily.

"Hit them." The other troll stopped stirring. "The soup is ready, it's time to drink."

The sound of running and the shouting of people broke the calm.

Suddenly, before the demon hunter drew out his sword, a crossbow bolt shot at the female troll. Suddenly more than twenty heavily armed soldiers rushed out from the grass on the side, shooting at the trolls while swinging their swords towards them.

"Save Early!" a bald warrior shouted, holding up his sword. "Kill these monsters!"

With a muffled noise, something fell on the rock next to the cauldron, and then immediately made a very loud sound and burned. Immediately afterwards, the second glass bottle filled with fuel was lit on the red cloth on the cork and threw it at the troll. The second Molotov cocktail hit the target, and the troll's back immediately ignited a raging flame. The scene instantly became chaotic. A soldier with short hair seemed to think that the troll on fire was no longer threatened. He rushed to the other one, only to pay the price for his underestimation. The female troll raised the spoon in her hand as a stick, and slammed it on the soldier's back. The soldier flew into the nearby bushes like a knocked ball. A troll tried to rush to kill him, but was unsuccessful, it was stopped by the demon hunter. The sword light flashed, and it immediately left a deep scar on its body.

"Shoot, throw spear! Get rid of the injured one first!"

The bald warrior held his sword in command, and he looked at Zelin on the side. "Devil Hunter! Help us! Kill these two monsters!"

Zelin stood in front of the angry troll. The latter was rushing towards the short spearmen standing in a row. It raised its sturdy arms, seemingly unstoppable. Zelin raised his hand and gestured to the rune of Kunen's seal. When the troll's trunk-like arms slammed into the shield of Fayin, for a moment, the shield seemed to be shattered under a fist half the size of a human being. Zelin bent his legs down to relieve the impact from the shield. The shield shook violently and dusty, but there were not many cracks. The troll didn't seem to think it would be like this, it froze for a moment, but it was enough. Five spearmen threw out the spears at the same time, two spears hit the hard skin beside the face and were bounced off, and the other three spears were inserted into the troll's abdomen. When the bald man who was commanding took advantage of the troll to retreat and wanted to pull the spear off his body, he raised his crossbow and shot an arrow into the troll's eye.

The troll wailed like a dragon's roar.

Zelin swung his sword vigorously and hit the troll's knee, forcing it to kneel to the ground. Turning around again, he swung another sword and hit the back of the troll's head. The back skin of the troll is very hard, like a rock, but for the silver sword after the infusion, it only meets a layer of resistance. Zelin pressed down hard, the blade slashed into the stiff muscles and stuck on the thick spine. Several soldiers took the opportunity to rush forward and stabbed the enemy with spears and halberds. But even so, a soldier who was too aggressive was knocked out by the troll's furious arms and hit the rock with one head, and blood immediately flowed out of the helmet.

In the end, the scarred troll fell to the ground heavily. On the other side, Geralt drew a silver sword from the abdomen of the blackened troll. The Molotov cocktail almost destroyed most of its body. Zelin knew that this weapon was originally from Nilfgard and was used in the invasion of the empire. There are many more lethal weapons that came in from the south, just like the Nilfgaard-style arrows used by bald men just now. There are several saw marks on the arrows of these arrows, so when they are shot into the human body, the arrows will further split into smaller pieces of iron, causing more damage. If it weren't for a troll with a strong body and rock-hard bones, that arrow could turn a normal person's brain into plasma.

However, it is obviously not the southerners who use it.

"Thank you for your help." The bald man touched the corner of his mouth, looked at the **** monster lying on the ground, panting, and reached out to Zelin. "If it weren't for two demon hunters here, we wouldn't be able to kill them so easily."

Zelin didn't hold his hand, but asked rhetorically.

"Who are you? The war is coming, why are you here?"

"I am Adam Pangrat. The commander of the Freedom Legion, now employed by Hensett." Adam took the sword back into the scabbard. "Motion bottle is not bad, right? During the last World War, the black-clothed dogs in the South used this kind of thing a lot, and now we have also learned how to do it."

Adam beckoned to the others, and the rest of them ran over immediately, untied the tied soldiers, and went to find the other two people who were hit in the battle.

"Why did Hensett's soldiers come here?" Zelin frowned. "If I'm not mistaken, the cursed fog is still between Hensett and Fagan. Could it be that he has found a way to get the army through the fog?"

Suspicion immediately appeared in the demon hunter's heart. If Hensett finds a way to let the army pass through the mist of demon spirits, or say, Desmond under his hand finds such a spell. Then Hensett could completely walk through the fog and appear under the city of Fjord while Frjan was still preparing for the war, launching a sudden attack on them and robbing the city wall.