The Journey of the Demon Hunter

She rubbed the corners of her eyes: "How long did I sleep?"

"A whole day." Varif held his pipe to the candle: "It's the second night of the month of Rasma."

Liya widened her eyes in surprise.

One day has passed, and she feels like she just closed her eyes and rested for a few minutes.

"Zelin put on your clothes last night and set off. You slept very heavily today, probably because you were too tired before." Varif didn't notice Liya's face: "But I have good news, Zelin It succeeded, this evening. Captain Larton came back. He said that Zelin helped him and rescued him and his men from the undead group. If you are hungry, go and eat something, Larton It was announced that the food will be limited in the future. Now everyone can only get a part of the quota. You haven't got the bread ration today. To be honest, I hate mashed potatoes, but now I can only get a small slice of bread and a spoonful of butter."

Leah looked out the window. It was dark outside, and the streets of New Tristram were full of militiamen patrolling with torches.

The next moment, she took a breath. In the reflection of the window, she saw a coquettish woman in a purple evening dress sitting on a bench behind her with her legs up! This woman wore a chitin-like semi-circular crown on her forehead, covering her eyes, her dark purple **** thick lips were slightly cocked, even if she had a crown covering her crotch, Liya could feel the fullness of the pair. Curious and treacherous eyes.

She turned her head, and there was no one on the bench. Looking at the window again, the reflection in the window disappeared.

"Girl?" Varif looked at Liya's every move strangely: "Are you okay? You'd better go and eat something."

"Oh, it's okay, I'm not hungry." Liya slowly exhaled, and swollen soreness came from her temples: "Zelin, he...where has he gone now?"

"He went to Old Tristram. This is what Captain Larton said." Varif took a deep breath, and then smoke flowed from the corner of his mouth, slowly drifting towards the oil lamp hanging on the roof: "It may be To save your uncle, maybe to investigate the meteorite. By the way, I remember your name is Liya, right?"

Liya nodded.

"Tonight, an explorer came from the city after seeing the meteor, trying to figure out what happened to the meteor." Varif took off his pipe, closed his eyes, and exhaled the remaining smoke through his nostrils with enjoyment. Perhaps he is the most laid-back person in New Tristram: "You are still resting this afternoon, so no one disturbs you. If you wake up, go to the miner’s hut. Miner Tashun took out one. Pile of things for sale, and want to exchange the money for the ticket to leave New Tristram, I doubt that anyone can take him out of the town at such a dangerous time."

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ps: During this period of time to play Diablo again, I found out that the person Komack was dealing with was not a Templar betrayer, but a Necromancer betrayer, and his skills were also the Necromancer’s poison nova and summoning skeletons. They were on the stairs. The roadblock is also the bone prison of summoning. I don’t know if I remembered it wrong, or it was revised after the Reaper of Souls came out........

Chapter 2650 Necromancer Betrayer

The dark dungeon is mixed with the cold wind blowing from the depths, which is the smell of the tomb.

The fence torch fixed on the wall emits a faint dim light, and the candlelight flickers with the wind blowing from the depths. The rhythmic and decaying wind is like the breath of a dying old man, fast and short. The neatly laid slabs on the ground have long been turned into brown-yellow under the erosion of the years. The originally neat ground has become potholes, and many stone bricks are left with cracks, but the statues on both sides of the corridor that have not faded away and corners show everyone that year. The superb skills of the builders.

"Don't want the evil to stop me!"

Komike squeezed the spear tightly and stared straight at the three skeleton guards holding daggers and shields on the stone bridge in front of him with his angry eyes.

He took two steps forward, and jumped up on the third step. The spear was as unstoppable as a leaping horse, and he took the head of the Bone Guardian braving the fire of soul. The skeleton guard raised the old wooden shield, and the moment the spear touched the shield, the spear tip burst into a dazzling golden light! The shield was useless in front of the golden light. The spear tip formed by the light pierced the skull's head, then continued to pierce the spine of the back skeleton, and finally penetrated under the pelvis of the third skeleton, and finally exploded on the ground.

When the golden light dissipated, the skeleton guard was left with a pile of burnt shins, ribs, and leg bones on the ground.

"Shake in front of the power of the temple!"

"Enough, Komike, there is no need to yell at the dead." On the other side, Zelin pulled the ebony blade from the chest of a resurrected corpse that fell on him. The corpse changed in midair before it fell to the ground. It became a puddle of fly ash: "This will only attract more unnecessary trouble." The demon hunter gloomily passed the brim of his hood, looking towards the maze-like tunnel of the cathedral, the scale of which was completely beyond his. Imagine: "Something is staring at us."

Some unknown magic supports the undead, and the skeleton holding a weapon is obviously not a simple resurrection of the dead. As soon as they entered the cathedral, Zelin and Komike encountered an attack from them.

"Don't worry, my comrades-in-arms, I just need them to come in front of me, otherwise I will waste time looking for them one by one!" Komak tapped the shield three times with a spear, slapped off the dust and stuck to it. Only then did he put his bones and flesh foam back on his back: "I can feel that the enemy's strength here is getting stronger and stronger. It must be Jonda. He will summon skeleton soldiers to hinder my pace, but such tricks are not enough. May help him!"

Below the cathedral, corridors and long bridges are stacked one after another, connecting platforms and rooms of varying heights. Heavy carved gates and walls separate different urban areas. Many rooms are still intact, the bookcases inside are filled with all kinds of old books, the tabletops and carpets are covered with dust, waiting for the disappeared owner to clean. Standing on the long bridge and looking down, he could see the long bridge across the abyss below, and the houses and squares connected to the long bridge. Torches and oil lamps were still lit in some houses, projecting the shadows of the wandering corpses outside the windows. Go to the street guardrail.

This is a real city!

"There are too many corpses here. It is not a wise choice to fight a mage who can resurrect the dead in this kind of place." Zelin looked around: "Perhaps we can find a more suitable place and prepare a battlefield in advance. Jonda goes to war. Jonda and his fellow wizards must know this dungeon very well, and we don’t know anything about it, so we should first detect a familiar place, create a trap, lure him over, and then we are familiar with it. Where to fight."

"I will break into his lair and defeat him and his servants together!" Komike firmly waved his hand: "The amount of evil here is disgusting. I will not wait for them to run away before chasing. Going to the wilderness to destroy them will only cause them to harm the villages and unarmed villagers. I must kill all the villains before they do this!"

Zelin sighed.

It was not the first time he had dealt with such a firm and stubborn knight.

"Let's do it." He pointed to the nearby passage: "You write down this road, I will make some preparations nearby, the only safe place is this stone road. Follow this stone slab in a straight line, I will not Put any traps on it." Zelin's fingers swept across the slate tiles under his feet, to the fan-shaped staircase leading to the carved door below: "If you meet Qiongda, and there are many people around him and it is difficult to deal with it. , Just lead him here."

After five years of becoming a demon hunter, Zelin no longer likes to forcibly rush into monsters' lairs, especially when dealing with powerful solitary monsters, such as female monsters, demons, and those cunning blood-sucking creatures. No one knows whether there are hidden traps in their lair, waiting for hunters to step on it.

"I can feel that Jonda is nearby." Komak raised his head and looked around, frowning: "There are a lot of skeleton guards here. It looks like his handwriting."

"We have agreed on a time, Templar." Zelin stretched out two fingers: "I am waiting here for two hours. If you don't come back, I will go to you."

"I understand your prudence, friend, but sometimes, one must muster the courage to move forward!"

Seeing the fighting spirit of the Templars, Zelin didn't say much.

This is not any kind of tracking and tracing he has encountered. He hadn't seen Dika Kane, and there was no place to search for his traces and footprints.

Zelin took out an hourglass and placed it on the stone platform aside, and then began to investigate the surrounding environment, test the stability of the stone slab and the extended platform, and create suitable traps on it. There is no sun here, he can only rely on the hourglass to judge the time.

When all the sand in the hourglass fell to the other side, he did not see Komack appearing from the carved gate.

There did not seem to be any changes in the clearing of the platform, but in mid-air, with the help of candlelight, the demon hunter could vaguely see some translucent silk threads through the eyes of the mutation. This is a gift from Shiluo, a small piece of strong and translucent silk thread. Zelin had never known what to do before, but he still habitually brought some props, and sometimes they might come in handy when he didn't expect it.

Slightly squinting his eyes, looking at the shadow under the carved door that opened inward, Zelin walked to the hourglass, turned the hourglass upside down, and decided to wait another hour.

Another hour passed,

The shadow behind the gate is still the same, the open gate is like the mouth of a giant beast's open blood basin, waiting for the ignorant prey to enter.

Looking back at the place where the traps were arranged behind him, Zelin lifted the ebony blade, controlled his pace and carefully walked up the stairs leading down.

Passing through the towering arches, below the steps is a wide semicircular platform, and a long bridge is connected to the other side of the platform. On the opposite side of the long bridge is the corridor in front of the demon hunters. Wind blows from the corridor and blows the tattered light blue curtains hanging in the corridor.

Zelin saw Ke Mike’s footprints left on the ground, and the heavy iron boots left a long footprint on the dusty ground. The guard statues on both sides of the long bridge silently watched the demon hunters walking on the bridge.

There are dismembered and charred corpses remaining on the roadside, and Zelin basically does not need to waste energy. These defeated bone guards and resurrected undead will guide him to the trail of Ke Mike. His plan was to search for Kane's traces at the shallow level. He didn't think that an old man could survive a fall of more than ten meters, unless he just fell to the shallowest place.

Necromancers, betrayers, wizards, cultists, and ghosts who claim to be kings.

It was already difficult for him to blame what happened in Tristram to a simple magical disaster.

Taking out a bottle of cat potion, Zelin raised his head and drank the potion. The stomach and intestines were tightly held together because of the bitterness of the potion, and the muscles of the whole body cheered and greeted the stimulation and magic power from the potion. He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, the muscles of his jaw trembling slightly, and drank a bottle of Hekna decoction.

Tight blood vessels, like cyan vines, spread out along the collar and cuffs, disappearing on the top of the head and fingertips.

After a few seconds, he opened his eyes sharply. The dungeon faded before his eyes, and gray-white filled the outline. The wall appeared black-gray. Behind the black-gray, there were a few scattered blood reds. Blood red hearts were beating behind the wall. The blood vessels scattered in the heart outlined the limbs of human beings and became the only ones in the cold dungeon.的温度。 The temperature.

Behind a wall, four figures gathered around one another, while one person spread out his limbs and hung in the air. On the other side, there are five figures. One of them has a slow heartbeat and a very low body temperature. The other four are surrounded by him, listening to something with their heads down.

They are separated from the demon hunter by a wall.

Controlling the sound of footsteps, Zelin pressed against the wall and moved along a broken road to the direction facing the figure. The road broke in the middle, leaving only one end close to the wall, with only jagged cracks in the middle and a dark abyss below.

It is estimated that no one would have thought that someone would come to this place.

Glancing at the cloister on the cliff opposite the abyss, Zelin estimated the distance in his mind, took out a few of the most powerful goblin bombs, stuffed them into the cracks in the wall, and got stuck in them.

After squeezing in four, Zelin stopped, holding his breath.