The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"What is his captain Larton doing?"

Zelin asked the question he cared most. On this night in the town, when he dealt with the residents here, he found that compared with the mayor of Holmes, the townspeople were more willing to believe that Captain Larton would protect them. Holmes only came to New Tristram a few years ago, and Larton was the first immigrants to come to New Tristram and has been working here for ten years. Back then, it was a town dedicated to serving miners and cathedral explorers. Until later, the amount of wealth in the cathedral became less and less, and the danger has made explorers reluctant to venture for the pitiful wealth. So many people in the town left, and only a few people remained here. Larton was one of them, and so was the innkeeper.

There are only two ways to help the town tide over the difficulties. One is to show up a hero to solve all the troubles, and the other is to find someone who can unite the townspeople together. The former is really unreliable, and Zelin prefers to pin his hopes on controllable options.

"He said that Larton brought people into the cathedral and tried to seal the dungeon of the cathedral to prevent all the dead inside from escaping. But they failed. There were a lot of dead. They were surrounded. Some people died in the cathedral's civil war. , The rest of them escaped, but were chased by a group of skeleton soldiers..."

"Skeleton soldier?" Zelin frowned.

"He kept whispering the name of the Black Mad King before he fell unconscious." Malach put down the wooden hammer, put the crushed herbs on the gauze, and then put the gauze on the wound on Ramford's arm. Zelin noticed that this was the mark left by the blade scratch: "I suspect that he was too scared to see the hallucinations. People in this land have been circulating the legend of the Black King and the story of his violence. But there is nothing. Doubt, the Black King—whatever it is called—or that King Leoric is dead, died with his sons in a disaster twenty years ago, and the blood of the Telanvikan royal family in the west is also severed. . But people always like to attribute all the bad things that happen to someone who has long since died."

"Is Lalton still alive?"

"He said that when Larton was retreating from the cathedral, he was chased by a group of skeletal monsters, so instead of returning to New Tristram, he moved in the other direction, toward the old town, and sent him back to report the letter." Malach seemed to be choked by the pungent smell of herbs, and coughed hard with his nose. "Go along the village to the northeast. You can see the hut that belonged to Adria the witch in the past, and then move on. There is a mountain road leading up to the hillside above, and above it is the old town of Tristram."

"I understand." Zelin nodded, "Does anyone else know about this?"

"Hegrid knows." Malachi said, "There is an arena north of New Tristram. He thinks some explorers and adventurers should be hired to protect the town. He doesn't think Larton will survive. It is also impossible to risk sending out only a dozen militiamen."

"He was right." Zelin put on his hood. "If Liya, Hegrid or anyone else asks, just say I'm looking for Larton. It won't be too long."

Malachi stood up, held the holy scriptures in front of his chest, and bowed to Zelin: "May the archangel of the highest heaven and Akarat bless you."

Chapter 2646: The Return of the Griffin

When Zelin walked out of the gates of New Tristram again, it was already light.

Carrying the package and holding the ebony blade, Ze Lin once again stepped into the land he had just escaped from. He was wearing a dark black kinslayer armor, and his light brown cloak curled up slightly with the wind blowing in the forest, and there was a disgusting stench in the air. The wooden door slowly closed behind him, and the archer on duty on the watch tower watched the demon hunter disappear into the forest outside the clearing in a puzzled manner. He shook his head. He didn't understand why he had to leave the wall at such a dangerous time. It seemed that Think Zelin will not come back again.

Holmes is said to have sent a messenger out on the night of the undead's appearance, asking the lord of nearby Westmar to send an army to help them. Zelin didn't have a clear understanding of the distance on this land, but he doubted whether a lord would risk sending soldiers to rescue this cursed land. There are only farmland and fishing piers, and the only valuable cathedral dungeon has been looted by explorers.

Not to mention, the food in New Tristram may not last long. Zelin didn't know how much food was left in it, but it was impossible for a small town of this size to store a lot of food in advance without any danger.

The walls of New Tristram gradually disappeared behind the woods. According to the memory in his mind, Zelin soon found a place located on a high **** in the middle of the woodland, beside a dilapidated path. The trail stretched to the right, and then disappeared on the hillside. After crossing the hillside, the trail below was almost hidden in the weeds, with dense bushes on both sides. After more than thirty meters, the trail became almost imperceptible. This trail has not been here for a long time, and it happened to be the place Zelin wanted.

He stretched out his hand and took out the Griffin's whistle from the package spanning his waist.

The melodious whistle echoed in the woods, and soon disappeared into the sky filled with dark clouds. From time to time, the sun hides the figure behind the clouds, and the ground is bright and dark.

The wind blows from the north, bringing the roar of the dead. Zelin held his breath, closed his eyes, and listened carefully to the distant voice. The sound came from all directions. Two mice hid beside the rock under the hillside, digging the dirt, crows creaked, a hyena kept roaring, the undead planted in the bushes, and the leaves rustled down. There was a thumping sound of the Tristram militia building a barricade. A militiaman blew his whistle. Zelin was sure he must be out of tune. He didn't hear any rhythm in the whistle.

A sharp neigh came from the north.

Zelin opened his eyes suddenly.

The sound of the crow flapping its wings, the mouse rushing into the cracks in the rock, the hyena's barking louder, the whistle and percussion stopped abruptly, and then the bowstring squeaked tightly.

But Zelin didn't need to care about these sounds that didn't make much sense to him.

The shadow of the griffin was projected onto the ground. Zelin watched the familiar giant beast spread its wings, flew over the canopy, and landed ten meters away from him. Under the influence of inertia, he ran forward a few steps. Stopped, just in front of the Demon Hunter.

Ze Lin breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's great to see you again, buddy." He stepped forward, and Griffin lowered his head just in time for him to reach out and stroke the bird's beak. If he gets lost with Griffin here, he will definitely regret it for a long time. After experiencing the feeling of flying in the sky, Zelin can hardly forget its convenience and speed. And sitting on the back of a griffin is much more convenient than sitting on a broom. It is difficult for him to understand why in the world of magic hunters, warlocks will gradually give up the spell flying on the broom and let this spell be teleported. Replaced. Even if teleporting magic is more convenient and safer, teleportation can't make people feel the pleasure of flying.

Griffon put his head to Zelin's side waist and kept rubbing the package.

"Oh, I know, I know. Jerky, right? It might not taste so good after being soaked in river water." Zelin stepped back two steps, opened the package, and took out the jerky wrapped in oil paper. Zelin found that compared with other meats, his griffon prefers to eat these lamb mixed with the omelette of a dichotorus. This kind of food is expensive, and even a demon hunter can't do it to provide such good meat every time. Not only expensive, but more importantly rare. Sneaking into the Diossaur's nest and stealing eggs and climbing up the treetops to get eggs in the sparrow's nest are completely two concepts.

He took out the jerky and threw it at the Griffin. Griffon's two front paws stood up, grabbed the meat in the air, swallowed it in the throat twice, and then looked at Zelin again, to be precise, it was Zelin's package.

"Oh, are you hungry? Okay, let's get another piece, I hope you are not injured." Zelin took out another piece of dried meat: "Then we will do business."

With the griffon, it will be convenient for him to drive outside. Whether it is speed or avoiding the monsters wandering in the wild. More often, if you can bypass the rugged mountains and hills and the dangerous wilderness, the distance between the starting point and the destination is not far.

After eating the second piece of dried meat, Griffon spread its wings, lowered its head docilely, and rubbed Zelin's chest.

"Let's go to the old town." Zelin rolled over and sat on Griffin's back: "I hope there is not enough time."

Flying into the sky, Zelin clearly saw the land he was on for the first time. The empty path stretches across the desolate and empty ground. It should be autumn. There is a dense forest at the foot of the mountain. The leaves of the forest have already turned yellow. There are some abandoned villages outside the forest. Some villages may have been abandoned not long ago. The villagers were probably refugees who fled to New Tristram. Some villages and houses were abandoned for a long time. The beams that barely supported the roof seemed to collapse when touched, or only left Remnant eaves and broken walls.

In the distance, the cathedral still stands alone on the mountain. People say that there is a huge underground city under the cathedral. Perhaps the builders hollowed out the entire mountain range, and the cathedral was just a sign to cover the entrance. This must depend on magic. In Zelin's world, only dwarves can do such a thing.

Soon, in a wide open space, Zelin saw the undead gathering.

Crowds of undead dyed a dark trend in the clearing covered with pale yellow weeds. Following this trend, Zelin easily saw several militiamen who were relying on the door of an abandoned hut, holding their shields and fighting against the ruins of the house.

The militiamen had their backs against the house. This abandoned rock house was located at the foot of the mountain, beside the mountain road leading to the old town above. Two militiamen stacked wooden barrels and stones between the house and the rock at the foot of the mountain to prevent the dead from surrounding them from both sides. Crowds of undead crowded in front of the barricades, a pair of rotten hands stretched forward, passing through the gaps between the barricades, scratching the armor of the militiamen, and the two militiamen, with their backs facing the barricades, tried their best to withstand the barricades so as not to Break through by the undead.

"There are too many undead here, Captain!" A young guard clawed on the barricade with all his strength, and the barricade rattled under the impact of the undead: "We are going to be surrounded!"

"Block them and continue to pile up rocks!" The captain of the guard wearing a brown-red cloak held a sword. He stood on a rock and crossed the barricade and kept stabs at the monsters who wanted to climb up: "Goodyear, hurry up. Seal the door panel over there!"

"I'm working hard!" With a cry of voice, a young guard nailed the door with a wooden board inside the house. The undead outside knocked on the wooden door and banged, and the dust rustled down on the roof of the abandoned house.

"Here, Captain!" Two soldiers yelled in horror from the backyard of the house: "They have crawled in!"

An undead who climbed the wall fell to the ground, and then staggered to get up, slowly moving towards the two guards in the courtyard.

Whoosh—

A crossbow arrow was inserted on its head, and the impact caused the zombie to throw its body backward, but it did not fall. Two more arms of the resurrected deceased stretched across the backyard wall, dragging their dirty body up by the edge of the wall.

Another crossbow arrow hit the zombie's head so that it fell backwards to the ground. But before it fell to the ground, the new zombie overcame the wall, and one guard was still in a hurry to fill the gun with new crossbow arrows, and the other guard simply threw the crossbow and pulled out the short waist. Swords and shields seem to think that this can protect them.

A series of flames rose from the ground, sweeping through the zombie group outside the wall, covering most of the monsters, leaving only the undead climbing the wall still in the sight of the guards.

The sudden burst of fire light illuminates the shocked faces of the guards. Three zombies crawled across the wall with difficulty. They opened their mouths and wailed dying in their throats, and rushed towards the two guards. The stench of the undead made them come back to their senses. They screamed and rushed up, with a shield against the undead, and pushed them back to the wall. The short sword stabs the zombie’s abdomen from below the shield until the monster completely loses its ability to move. .

Another zombie rushed towards the soldier holding the shield, and then an arrow was hit in the temple, and the arrow pierced from the other end, nailing the monster to a wooden board.

"Is it a mage?!" A guard looked around: "Is it the reinforcements from the town?!"

Goodyear, who had nailed the door, raised his head, looking towards the sky through the broken roof.

"Look at the sky!" He stretched out his hand. He didn't know how to describe it, so he could only keep shouting: "Look at the sky, heaven!"

Lalton looked to the sky, and he saw a flying monster gliding through the air, passing over the heads of the undead group. A glass bottle full of light green dust fell from the monster and disappeared among the zombies crowded with people outside the roadblock.

Accompanied by a crisp crackling sound, a pale green mist emerged from the zombie group.

The next moment, the fog turned into flames, and the hot waves of fire instantly engulfed the zombies in front of the barricade, forming an insurmountable wall of fire. When the flames appeared, a burst of air bursts and threw the zombies in the most central position, and fell like raindrops to the side of the woodland. The trees were swayed, and the dead leaves fell one after another.

"It's reinforcements!"

Chapter 2647: Ghost King

The griffon flapped its wings and landed slowly on the lawn that was still smoky. A scorched undead still reached out with difficulty, crawling towards the roadblock. The Griffin tilted his head slightly, raised his front paws and slapped it into the burnt mud.