The Journey of the Demon Hunter

This sounds different from the Burning Legion in Azeroth, which will burn your soul, control the undead, or destroy all life on the land with fel energy. But hell, they prefer to corrupt and occupy. Zelin didn't know how this worked. Compared with fel pollution, it seemed to depend more on the strength of the individual's heart.

Just like the so-called demon contract in the world of demon hunters. Some demons feed on human suffering and sorrow, such as Sim, who feed on human guilt and guilt.

However, until now, Zelin has not seen any demons, he has only seen undead monsters similar to the Demon Hunter World, as well as the magic disaster that brought the dead back to life.

After returning, he must tell Tisaya that he should never lift any dark magic within the sect's regulations, especially necromantic spells.

Zelin couldn't imagine what his world would be like if the Order had not banned black magic, had not banned the resurrection of the dead and the summoning of demons.

The griffin spread its wings and crossed the dark sky. The distant sky was dyed blood red by the rising sun hidden behind the mountain.

About half an hour away from the village, Zelin controlled the Griffon and landed on a nearby hillside.

Unlike Tristram, it looks very quiet and peaceful here, there are no traces of zombies on the road, and Zelin did not hear any beasts or monsters roaring in the forest.

Maybe in other parts of the world, the living environment is very safe. Otherwise, it is impossible for most people to take Kane’s warnings as stories and crazy talk. Only people who have not seen the devil for a long time will regard the devil as a monster in the story. In the world of demon hunters, if someone says that water ghosts and evil ghosts are monsters that deceive children in the story, then they will be considered crazy.

"You are nearby." Zelin touched the griffon's beak: "Don't run too far. If there is a problem, I will call you with a whistle."

Griffon rubbed against Zelin's package, then stood still, and waited for Zelin to walk away a few steps before flapping his wings and flying to the sky again.

Like other places in Kanduras, most of it is plains and grasslands. You can see sporadic streams. There are usually some stout poplar trees growing by the stream, and the scattered branches of the trees are between the lawns. This is on the left side of the mountain. The moist air from Westermah Bay nourishes the land, and on the other side of the mountain, where there is almost no rainfall, is the endless Alanok Desert.

As he walked along the forest path that was artificially stepped out, Ze Lin kept looking around. There are some rocks on both sides of the road. At the crossroads, road signs are deep in mud, indicating the locations of several nearby villages. However, the road signs must have been left unmaintained for some time, and the engraved handwriting has long been blurred.

Havenwood.

Zelin found the name of the village on it.

Go straight ahead. Facing the morning sun, Ze Lin followed the road signs and walked up a sloping hillside along the forest path.

Soon, the demon hunter's sensitive nose smelled an unusual smell in the oncoming air.

Zelin stopped. He was really familiar with this smell. Demon hunters often deal with places with such smells, and even a few days ago, he was still in the cathedral and smelled more rotten smells.

The sign of the rune of the Kunen's seal was drawn, and the magic shield was shrouded in the body, which gave the demon hunter a sense of security in his heart. Where he thinks it is dangerous, he will first impose a seal shield on himself, so as not to be caught off guard in the event of an attack.

Continue to move forward, walking to the end of Gaopo, a village comes into view.

Zelin stood at the entrance of the village, looking thoughtfully at the piles of wreckage: scattered ruins and broken tiles, turned over rocks and mud. There are traces of charred on the ground. Some collapsed houses are left with ashes and coke. The only intact are the shaft in the center of the village and the warehouse on the edge of the village, which is located next to a windmill.

There was no extra sound in the village ruins, Zelin held his breath, controlled the sound of footsteps, and walked into the village with the ebony blade. He didn't see any corpses, nor did he see any footprints left by his escape. The ground seemed to have been plowed once, and the soil was all turned over, leaving no valuable clues.

The village was attacked, but the attack must have happened many days ago. The ashes were already cold, without any temperature. Generally speaking, after a house made of heavy logs is burnt down, the wood will smolder for a long time without the influence of external factors.

The only sound was the hum of flies, coming from the direction of the warehouse.

Zelin walked to the warehouse door. The red-painted warehouse door was rusty, and many paint chips on it were cracked. The door was not locked, Zelin leaned against the door and pushed a little open.

A group of dense black objects flew out of the warehouse buzzing. A cloud of flies came out, and Zelin quickly raised his arms to block his mouth and nose. The more severe rancid smell made him thankful that he didn't eat any dinner in the evening.

He found the whereabouts of the villagers in the village.

In a warehouse the size of a barn, the missing villagers were stacked up and down. There were men and women, many of the corpses were already swollen, and their abdomens were bulging due to flatulence. Some corpses were torn apart, and pale internal organs with bloodshot residue scattered on the ground, soaked in the rotting liquid, maggots crawled around in the internal organs, feasting on them. Many corpses opened their eyes and opened their mouths. Liquid leaked from their noses and mouths, solidified with distorted expressions of horror. Beneath the rancid smell was a distinct smell of dung drowning, and hundreds of flies hovered over the corpse, enjoying a rare meal.

"Um..."

Ze Lin let out a low growl in his throat. He slowly opened the door, ready to check for clues.

This was a premeditated massacre. Apparently, the attackers drove everyone to the warehouse, killed them and piled the bodies together. This is very ritual, like some kind of sacrifice. Compared with the burned village, the interior of the warehouse is the best preserved place. The warehouse is rectangular, there is no door on the other side, and there is a corridor on the second floor on both sides. The walls are full of splashes of blood and blood handprints, as well as artificial symbols painted with blood.

Picking up an unburnt piece of wood nearby, snapped his fingers, and flames emerged from a section of the stick. Zelin held the stick as a torch to drive away flies.

There were about fifty corpses inside. Zelin frowned and stepped into the damp muddy ground with his boots. As a demon hunter who deals with death all year round, such a scene only makes him feel a little uncomfortable instinctively, but he will not let this discomfort affect his investigation and judgment.

Afterwards, he heard a familiar sound of a crossbow bolt being loaded.

Chapter 2660: The Real Demon Hunter

With the sound of the crossbow bolt being loaded, there was also a cold and low-pitched female voice that came into the ear at the same time.

"Identity."

When he heard the sound, Zelin judged that the opponent was about ten meters away from him. This is very unusual. This person must have been hiding in the village just now, but the demon hunter didn't notice it. He didn't even hear the breathing just now. In an ambush, a person who is nervous will inevitably be short of breath, and the one who can control oneself is definitely not a newcomer who has just stepped onto the battlefield.

"I came here a few minutes ago. I am a traveler." Zelin turned his head slightly, and the people behind stood wisely right behind, making it difficult for the demon hunter to detect: "I just noticed something is wrong here. ."

"Let down the weapon."

The sound is concise and clear.

So Zelin took off the ebony blade and slowly put it on the ground. His movements were very slow, not wanting to stimulate the ambushers behind him. The latter seemed nervous, but unlike the one who caused this massacre, he could tell from the behavior of the other party. She didn't take the lead in launching an attack, as if hiding herself was not for the attack, but to confirm the identity of the person who appeared.

"Maybe we can talk face to face?" Zelin exhaled slowly, and quickly thought about where his other weapons were hidden in his body. Asking the demon hunter to lay down the sword does not mean safety. They have weapons hidden throughout their bodies. Some demon hunters have even developed a sword-breaking illusion that deceives their opponents: "I don't have eyes on the back of my head."

"You can."

Zelin turned slightly, and he saw a figure about a little lower than him standing in front of him, holding a one-handed crossbow in both hands.

"Tell me." Under the shadow of the hood, the lips hidden behind the scarf lightly opened: "What do you know?"

The rays of the morning sun reflected the blood-red cloak and the half-length armor draped on it, faintly reflecting the soft light. This is a woman with a height of about 1.75 meters. Under the blood-red hood, there are a pair of vigilant and guarded eyes, and the back of the sun emits an uncomfortable pale gold. A long crimson scarf went around the neck and draped it back over the cloak. The metal shoulder armor on the right shoulder is layered on top of each other, like a dragon's wings, and there is only a simple leather shoulder pad on the left shoulder.

She wears a relatively short tight leather armor on her upper body. The leather armor holds many throwing knives around her waist. The quiver hangs on the right side of her thigh, while those slender and straight legs are stepped on a pair of boots, brown tight. The leather has spread to the roots of the thighs. The sharp metal on the boots and the spiked toes show that this is not a simple piece of clothing. Between the boots and the lower end of the breastplate, the innermost skinny pants were exposed.

"Where are you from?" The woman's gaze stayed between Zelin's eyes. The crossbow that was originally aimed at him was raised, facing the sky. But the finger is still on the trigger and can shoot at any time.

"New Tristram, to the south, I'm here to find someone."

The woman didn't say anything, she silently walked past Zelin and walked to the warehouse gate.

"You have come a long way."

Zelin immediately realized that this was a trap.

He rode here on a griffin, without the exhaustion of a long journey on his body, and there was not much dirt on his boots. It's not like a traveler from far away.

"It's not that far, because most of the time I was sitting in the merchant's car. New Tristram was in trouble, and a meteorite fell there and awakened the dead underground." Zelin scratched the back of his head. "But our mayor disappeared during this period of time. Fortunately, we were able to resist those monsters without the mayor, but when inspecting the city hall, I found that the mayor was in private with other people. The letter mentioned this place, this place called Hafenwud. So while a magician was going to deal with the undead, I came here in a merchant’s car."

"Twenty-seven days ago." The woman said slowly: "The same thing happened in Holbrook, south of Haffenwald. The village was slaughtered and everyone's bodies were piled up."

She pushed the warehouse door completely open and walked towards the disgusting pile of corpses. She shook her head sadly and said, "Do you know a name, Richard?" "

Zelin thought for a few seconds "...I have never heard of this name."

"He's a demon hunter, just like me." Then, she turned around and took off her hood, revealing the short black hair hanging on either side of her cheeks: "He is no different from the devil now. He has failed. I hunted him down. I thought he had escaped to New Tristram. So I rushed from Haffenwood to New Tristram, but there, I found that it was a bad...fake news "There was a hint of anger in her eyes, she gritted her teeth, and squeezed a few words from the gap between her teeth: "Golden eyes, from New Tristram, what's your name?"

Zelin sighed. He thought he could avoid the demon hunters who appeared in New Tristram while investigating.