The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Zelin's gaze swept over these vigilant militiamen who were still holding their weapons, and finally fell on the man in the brown-red cloak: "You must be Captain Dalton."

"Who are you, Mage?" Captain Dalton stepped forward, but looking at the gryphon, he stopped again: "You came to New Tristram at a terrible time."

"You don't know me, but I still remember you." Zelin looked at the damage caused by the seal and bombs with satisfaction. Azeroth also has similar alchemy and engineering. Bombs modified with goblin engineering are more powerful. It is more powerful than bombs that simply add magic dust and saltpeter. Maybe when he retires in the future, he can continue to shuttle through many worlds and help the Demon Hunter Academy to find ways to improve equipment and enhance abilities: "We met that night, and you asked me to **** Liya back to New Drizzt. Oh, it’s the carriage, remember?"

"It's you?" Larton showed an unexpected look: "I never thought I would meet a wizard in a carriage at night."

"I am not a mage, but now is not the time to talk about my origins, Captain." Zelin listened to the looming roar in the distance getting closer and closer: "This explosion will definitely attract nearby monsters. You retreat today. Go to New Tristram. Hegrid is leading the others to mend the wall. Liya told me that there might be corpses here to make new undeads. Did you see them on the road?"

"I don't know, the old town is full of undead and corpse-eating crows." Dalton shook his head: "We just withdrew from the cathedral. You might not believe what we encountered. It's the Black King! Terrible souls control the monsters in the dungeon!"

"Black King?"

"King Leoric who once ruled this land!"

"But he is dead." Zelin immediately used the news he heard a few days ago: "Twenty years ago, his eldest son Aidan killed him and prevented his madness."

"I understand this history, and I know that after his death, an army of demons appeared in Tristram and almost killed everyone in the old town." Dalton explained anxiously: "Yesterday, we went deep into the cathedral. Underground, I want to close the door of the dungeon to prevent the undead from crawling out. At first we succeeded, but when we closed the door, a soul who claimed to be King Leoric rushed out and laughed at our efforts. , And summoned skeleton soldiers holding weapons to attack us. There were too many skeleton soldiers. We were defeated in an instant and had to escape."

"Is a ghost claiming to be King Leoric resurrecting the dead?" Zelin frowned. "And it's hidden under the cathedral?"

After the meteor fell on the cathedral, there appeared a ghost king who was resurrecting a monster behind the scenes.

"It resurrects the dead in front of us and summons the skeleton warriors." Larton explained: "We must find a way to stop it, otherwise its undead army will smash out of the cathedral and attack the living people on the ground sooner or later."

"But before you can stop the undead, you must save the living in New Tristram, Lalton." Zelin raised his head and looked at the hillside. The upper city was hidden behind the broken barrier on the edge of the cliff, through In the gap between the retaining wall and the fence, you can vaguely see the moving figures behind: "Last night, some humans who were bitten by the undead went crazy. Everyone was worried and panic. Mayor Holmes would not do anything. , Someone may already be thinking about running away."

"Escape? At this moment? It would be easier to send yourself to the undead!" Larton waved his hand angrily: "I always thought Holmes was just greedy for money. Now it seems that he doesn't treat the town as a small town at all. One thing. Thank you for helping us get rid of the chasing undead, Mage."

"The Ramford you sent back told me the news." Zelin said.

"Rumford? Is he still alive? Oh, great." Larton breathed a sigh of relief: "He is not a guard, but a farmer who wanted to help. I gave him a set of equipment from the arsenal, but he didn't expect him. Actually did it!"

"Come on, the undead will come back soon." Zelin raised his head and looked upwards: "When you go back, remember to tell the guards guarding the tower not to shoot arrows at the flying creatures that appear in the sky."

Zelin didn’t know exactly what Larton had seen. After all, he was not a resident of this world. Perhaps a scholar could infer the identity and condition of the ghost from the description of the captain of the guard, just like in the demon hunter. In the world, he often relied on the vague descriptions of farmers and miners to infer what kind of monsters he was facing.

"Also, when we were underground in the cathedral, we saw cultists in yellow robes. They belonged to the Wizarding Society."

Before leaving, Larton did not forget to say to Zelin: "They entered Tristram’s Old Town from further north. As we retreated, I saw cultists under the cathedral performing rituals. Undead. Did not attack them, but rushed towards us directly."

"Cultist? I understand." Zelin nodded, "Go south along the trail, that road is safe!"

Cultists, undead, resurrected ghosts.

It is difficult for Zelin not to connect them together. Altea told him more than once that Lordaeron, the most powerful human kingdom in Azeroth, fell into the hands of the cultists of the cursed sect and their resurrected souls.

Several attracted undead approached, the griffin raised its front paws and swept across, and the hit monster flew out like a tattered doll, hit the tree trunk, and planted into the bushes. A zombie approached from behind the griffin, and the griffin's tail was pulled out like a whip. The undead fell to the right, bumping his head against the roadblock set up by the militiamen, making a dull sound with a thud.

"Hurry up, don't attract more undead to New Tristram, I will investigate the cultists!"

Larton did not hesitate. He immediately summoned the remaining five guards to retreat in the direction of New Tristram. Smoke billowed on the scorched lawn, and only low flames were still burning on the grass, unconscious zombies. One by one stepped through the flames and smoke, and walked towards the abandoned houses where many corpses were lying. Zelin shook off the reins, and the Griffin flapped its wings again and flew towards Tristram City.

Chapter 2648: Into the Land of Legends

Tristram Old Town.

Twenty years ago, many terrible things happened here.

If Larton was right, what happened in Tristram area was not a mere magical disaster, it was more like a group of people behind the scenes. He rode a griffin and landed on the edge of the city without rushing into the city. It would be too reckless to break into the territory controlled by the enemy when the situation is unknown. There are magical powers and unknown enemies he does not understand.

He needs to know what happened in this world that could change the world, and figure out why he encountered such an accident when he crossed the portal. He needs a knowledgeable person to answer all this for him. In the past, when traveling to Rome and Constantinople, Zelin knew what he was looking for, or what props could help him narrow his search. But this time, he was probably going to look for a weird thing that didn't know where it was hiding, without any clue at all. He wants to inquire and investigate. He seldom accepted such a commission from a hunter, but fortunately, there was an old man in New Tristram who knew many secrets.

Dika Kane.

This area has been abandoned for a long time. When Zelin climbed over the broken wall and stood on the path between two abandoned houses, the crow kept flapping its wings on top of his head and yelling. The wind blows the dust everywhere, and the stench of rotting in the soil fills every corner. The roads paved with flagstones are flanked by dilapidated rock houses. The cracks on the outer walls of the houses show how fierce these buildings were. Many wooden beams were broken by the waist, broken stones scattered on the ground, and collapsed walls. Inside, there are still traces of smoke and fire remaining in the white rock-stacked houses, which have not been completely cleaned up by the wind and sun for 20 years.

After the sun disappeared in the eastern foothills, a hint of sunset glow remained in the white sky, and a blood stain was left.

Leaning on a crumbling wall with his back, Zelin poked his head out slightly, observing the situation at the intersection on the other side. A zombie draped in a shroud was lying on all fours on all fours, with black wet hair hanging down to cover his face. Her head was buried in a corpse, and there was a low muffled swallowing sound from the intersection.

The undead is devouring the corpse.

On the other side, under a house with only half of the wall left, stood two unconscious souls. An old wooden signboard hung above their heads, and on the signboard you can vaguely see a line of words-Griswald Weapon Store.

Zelin bent down and picked up a stone on the ground.

Boom!

The sign above the weapon shop swayed twice, and it fell and hit the head of an undead.

Several undead swayed, approaching in the direction of the sound.

The monster lying on the ground and eating the corpse slowly stood up, her abdomen swelled up regularly, as if some kind of living creature was crawling along the abdomen to the throat. The undead's head was thrown back, and then he opened his mouth. The dark liquid in his mouth spewed out along with the broken limbs, and the air immediately filled with a nauseating sour smell.

The decay liquid formed a puddle on the ground. In the puddle lay an undead with only the upper body left. It had an overly large head, but its left arm was as thin as a baby, and its right arm looked like an adult. The body was shriveled like a leaking balloon, without any bones, and the skin all over his body showed an abnormal blood red color.

The spit out undead stretched out his hand and crawled to the place where the plank fell, making a dying gurgling sound in his throat.

The last bit of decay liquid dripped from the corners of the long-haired undead's mouth, and her abdomen dried up again. Immediately, she staggered to the corpse lying on the other side, swaying her body back and forth, a small amount of dry skin on her legs could no longer cover the gray leg bones, and her knees hardly supported the undead's body, as if it would break in the next moment.

This must be the corpse mother!

The demon hunter unfastened the buckle around his waist and held the hilt of the ebony blade with his right hand. He doesn't know how many corpses like this are, but one less monster that can create new zombies is a good thing for this land.

The rustle of dragging heavy objects across the ground.

Zelin, who was about to attack, immediately hid back behind the corner.

The dragging sound got closer and closer, accompanied by the clatter of the cloth boots on the stone slab.

The intersection on the right is very wide, with a dry well in the middle, and two dark crows fall on it, combing their feathers. Under the blood-red sunset, five figures in dark yellow robes appeared at the intersection.

Zelin's eyes looked at the intersection through the crack in the corner wall. The undead on the roadside turned a blind eye to the existence of the cultists. Three cultists walked in the front in a triangle shape, and the remaining two walked behind, dragging something from left to right. Zelin held his breath and waited. Cultists, he had never thought that he could see them so easily. In the world of demon hunters, cultists have many ways to conceal their whereabouts and identities, but here, they seem to be unscrupulous.

The cultists rounded the corner and headed towards the cathedral above the hill.

Zelin saw that the two cultists were not dragging goods, but a strong man. The man was wearing a hard plate armor, with a hard shield and a spear behind his back. There were blood stains on his forehead, as if hit by something in the head, causing him to fall into a coma. A circle of ropes fastened his arms to his sides, and his hands were tied behind him.

On the day the Demon Hunter took out Serekania, he put away the ebony blade and replaced it with a wooden stick.

This kind of bomb can instantly create a strong light, but it is not lethal. Few demon hunters use it, because many monsters are not afraid of such a strong light.

But people are different.

He could hear the heartbeat of the cultists, their hearts beating very fast, it seemed that the monsters around him, or some other unknown things made them nervous. In New Tristram, many townspeople know this wizarding society in Kanduras. They not only hold mysterious rituals in many abandoned villages and ruins, but also recruit followers in settlements.

After taking a deep breath, Zelin counted the steps of the cultists. When they came to the corner, Zelin stretched out his hand. On the day of Serekania, he rolled onto the cultists’ team along the cracked slate ground. In, disappeared between those pairs of boots.