The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"It's a task book." The demon hunter held the letter paper stained red with blood in his hands: "A...I can't see the signature of the name. The cultists here are required to go to Wortham to the south after completing the ceremony. Gather in the town. Damn, it is indeed a wizarding ceremony, but their people must have left and are going to Wortham."

Wei stretched his hand, and Zelin immediately handed the letter to him, taking out the map presented by Liya and looking for Wortham's name on it.

The Demon Hunter looked at the letter in silence, and after reading it from the front, he turned the letter over and raised it to the sun, using the sun to check the contents.

After a few seconds, she snorted indifferently, put the letter away, tucked it inside the belt, and turned to the village exit.

"Where are you going?"

Hearing Zelin's voice, Vera rolled his head slightly, and the side face under his hood faced him: "Wortham."

"About how far is it from here to Wortham?"

Vera raised his eyebrows, and Zelin knew that this question was strange to the Kanduras he was pretending to be.

"It takes seven days to walk." Vera retracted his gaze: "This matter has nothing to do with you."

Vera walked to the exit of the village. After a horse was hidden in the bushes beside the entrance, the witcher untied the rope and turned on the horse. Soon after urging, the sound of the horse's hoof gradually faded away.

Wortham.

Zelin walked to the exit of the village, Vera's figure had disappeared into the woods along with the muddy trail.

It seems that the demon hunter did not find any problems in that letter. The cultists did go to Wortham, but one person was left in Huffenwud. Zelin didn’t know why, maybe it was to wait for someone, maybe It was for this group of rituals, or, just like Vera's suspicion, it was because of her.

Zelin returned to the clearing in the center of the village and blew the whistle summoning the griffon.

This is a bad world.

Not long ago, Zelin thought that this place might be similar to the world of the Demon Hunter a hundred years ago. Monsters are rampant, kings and troops are hiding in rock-filled safe cities, and the villages maintain a high degree of autonomy under the management of the elected mayor. The king pays taxes, and when the village is in trouble, the king will send an army from his fortress to write about the defense of the village.

But even in the world of demon hunters, the massacre of cultists on a village scale is enough to become a major event that shocked several kingdoms and is wanted by everyone. But the Wizard Society not only does not hide underground like the cult of the Demon Hunter World, or hide its identity in the temples in the wilderness, but has strongholds and bases in many places.

Riding the Griffon, Zelin opened the map, determined the direction to Wortham, and immediately urged the Griffon to fly into the sky.

Kanduras had a rustling woodland terrain, which became weird and withered as it approached Wortham. The lawn turned into a swamp, and the rustling poplars turned into old locust trees with strange shapes. The twisted trunks of the locust trees were frozen in a moment like ghosts floating in the wind, thick and thick arms. It seems that the next moment will be shaking, attacking travelers who strayed into this place.

A faint green mist floated on the ground, during which half of the animal bones exposed on the ground were distributed. Bull head bones and broken ribs sank in the swamp, bubbling with bubbles.

It took Zelling a whole day to fly to a place close to Wortham, which is located in the westernmost part of Kanduras, close to Westmar Bay, in a fjord surrounded by two cliffs. The town is isolated from the outside world by rotting forests, and only those who are most familiar with this land can find a safe road in the swamp. A stream bypasses the outskirts of the town and becomes the boundary between the town and the forest. There is a wooden bridge on the stream, but it has been demolished. Perhaps the people in the town hope to protect them from the decaying forest. .

Controlling the griffin to slowly land on the edge of the cliff, with the help of the last gleam of the distant setting sun, Zelin observed the small town below. There are about a dozen houses in the town, five of which are located on the muddy ground on the edge of the beach, and the rest are supported on the sea with brackets. The water surface is slapped with rusty metal brackets. An intricate trestle bridge links the houses together. . Several fishermen carried baskets full of fresh fish to the open space in the middle of the town, which looked like a warehouse. The broken planks and supports were covered with dried seaweed. On the right side of the town, there was a sunken ship sunken into the beach with half of the broken keel exposed. Outside, amidst the sound of the waves, several children were chasing and playing among the keels.

When you look at the stream on the other side, you can overlook the entire town from Zelin's position. There are two passages in the town, one is the bridge that has been burnt down, and the other is the cliff where Zelin is located. A mountain road can bypass the cliff to reach the inside of the fjord. There are no traces of pedestrians on these two roads, and the rut-free pavement indicates that there have been no visitors for some time.

Zelin breathed a sigh of relief.

Vera said that it would take seven days to walk from Haffenwood to Wortham. If there is a mount, the speed will be more than twice as fast. Fortunately, it seems that the cultists did not rush to arrive in front of him.

He couldn't bear such a tragedy, even if it had nothing to do with him, no normal person would want this kind of thing to happen in front of him.

That evening, Wortham ushered in a hurrying traveler.

Most of this town is filled with fishermen and anglers, but among many houses, there is an eye-catching two-story building. After Zelin appeared, the fishermen here enthusiastically introduced him here. They watched I respect the people living in this big house. There is no mayor or village chief here. The villagers live together on their own and sometimes help each other. The people in the house ask for advice and help.

In the house lived a somewhat wealthy old man with white hair, exquisitely dressed and wearing a jewellery necklace, which looked out of place with this poor village. Another beautiful young girl lived in the house. At first, the old man had been warning Zelin not to approach his daughter, otherwise he would use magic to throw Zelin into the sea to feed the fish. When Zelin told him that he had no thoughts about his daughter, just to warn a group of cultists approaching, his attitude became much more friendly, and he began to invite Zelin to sit in the house and rest, and ordered his daughter to make a drink. Tea.

Pablo De Soto, a reclusive mage, from Westermar.

"Cultists? A group of cultists? I guess, it's probably a group of crazy guys who are going to take risks in the rotting forest? Ha, I usually enter the rotting forest desperately, thinking that someone will bless them, all Call it a cultist." Mr. De Soto's bloated body sank in the armchair. He picked up his teacup and took a sip: "Wortham hasn't been here for a long time. It's isolated from the world unless you go by boat. Westermah, the forests and swamps outside can stop most people, so that’s why I like this place. It’s quiet, and there are not so many people who don’t know the so-called disturb."

"That group of cultists are members of the Wizarding Society." Zelin said: "They have attacked several villages. I have news that they are on their way to Wortham."

"Then they will be eaten by the knuckles outside the town." De Soto put down his cup and burped, "Do you know knuckles? It's the forest outside the city. You came here, you must watch it." To those trees."

"Yeah, I saw it."

"It's them. These despicable and mysterious creatures come from a species that sustains life by absorbing human or animal energy. These abominable creatures transform their appearance into the appearance of trees in order to trap prey and absorb the victims into their dark powers. Reserve. These monsters move slowly, and some can emit foul smells to poison their prey, and the origin of these monsters is those who play with necromantic magic." De Soto waved his hand with some indignation: "I can lose. I’m responsible for telling you that after living in this small town for so long, I found that the formation of the festering forest itself can be traced back to the dirty actions of those necromancers that brought evil to this world, and these necromancers are very responsible for this. Big responsibility."

"Necromancer?"

"Yes, things that happened 20 years ago are all related to them." De Soto seemed to finally find an audience and began to talk to Zelin about what he called the "Diablo Theory". Viewpoint-all the minions of Burning Hell entering the sanctuary are related to the reckless use of their dark power by the necromancers, because the demon invasion always indicates the resurrection of the dead.

"Okay, father, you are reading those theories to travelers again." The young girl with hot tea came over and put the tea cup on the table: "Last time, the traveler from Lu Gaoin was here. Borrow here to ask questions about multi-section walkers, you said the same."

"Thank you." Zelin took the teacup, but he didn't drink it: "However, it has nothing to do with the cultists. I have seen them mix with some resurrected monsters. The monsters did not attack them. Those knotty walkers are very good. It may also make way for them."

"Ah, that's impossible. The undead can be summoned, but the multi-section walkers, I suspect they are the monsters left over from the ancient magical war. How can the beasts let go of the food that ran in front of you?" De Soto waved his hand. "If necessary, you can rest here and see if the group of lunatics can go through the forest in a few days. But I can tell you that no one wants to go in with you. It is too dangerous. I understand those Spells, something terrible must have happened in the ancient rotting forest, and no one will ever pass through there alive."

"I understand." Zelin took a deep breath, and after a few seconds of contemplation, nodded: "I... wait and see."

Chapter 2662 The Late Demon Hunter

De Soto provided Zelin with a guest room. His house was much larger than it looked outside. This might be due to magic. Zelin didn't take off his armor, he just lay on the bed and put his legs on the iron bracket at the end of the bed. Place the ebony blade on the head of the bed where you can easily get it, and close your eyes to rest.

Wortham didn't seem to have any problems.

If it weren't for finding a letter from the cultists, Zelin would find it difficult to connect this isolated fishing village with Hafenwud. But before Huffenwood was attacked by the cultists, it was probably a place similar to Wortham.

Zelin decided to stay in Wortham for a few days, if the cultists attacked, he would know. The best result was that the cultist died in the rotting forest, just like De Soto said, and then he could tell Vera who rushed here that everything was fine.

But Holmes, the mayor of New Tristram, is he related to the Wizarding Society?

Zelin is not someone who doesn't doubt, he will involuntarily connect them when he sees some things, although he knows that there is no evidence for these speculations, at least for the time being.

But things did not happen as Zelin expected.

The first night was fine.

De Soto's daughter, Campbell De Soto even jokingly asked Zelin if the explorer had been outside for too long, so that he could only fall asleep in armor. She is a pretty girl, with thick long hair wiggling lightly behind her head, her skin is clean and flawless, and her figure doesn't feel like a normal villager's malnutrition. If matched with a decent dress, she can dress up as an elegant noble woman. Maybe she was, just like her father was a recluse from Westmar.

During the day, Zelin was chatting with De Soto in Wortham, taking the opportunity to learn about the recent history of this world. He is not only a mage, but also a knowledgeable scholar, both in history and geography.

In the past few years, the most noteworthy thing in DeSoto's eyes is probably the decline of the Kagestan Empire. Twenty years ago, the capital of the empire, Kurast, was besieged by monsters of hell, and most of the city fell. Only the port was spared. In the city of Trevank in the east of Kurast, all members of the Zakarum Council became demon minions. Most of the people died there. The rest of the nobles were escorted by the iron wolf mercenaries in Kurast. Arrive in Kartim. But not long after that, the wise and powerful Hakan the Great died of illness, leaving only a seven-year-old child, Hakan II.

But this child obviously does not know how to govern the country. Some people say that he has become more and more brutal and no longer trusts anyone, and his imperial guards have also begun to help the evil, which gradually turned the prosperous Kartim city into a slum . He didn't even react to the appearance of the Wizarding Association. Fortunately, the Iron Wolf mercenaries were still fulfilling their contract with the royal family to prevent the Wizarding Association from entering the core area of ​​Kartim.

It’s just that, every time he talks about it, De Soto will turn the topic to the Necromancer and declare that Westmar’s Necromancer Order is just as bad as the wizards, and King Justin VI is almost the same as Hakan II. It is unreasonable to allow them to enter the vicinity of Westmar.

For two consecutive days, Wortham was safe. Zelin slept very peacefully, and there was no strange roar to bother him in the middle of the night. The griffon hovered nearby and did not seem to notice any unusual signs.

Until the early morning of the third day, Zelin was by the burnt bridge and saw Vera riding on horseback.

The Demon Hunter frowned and slowly slowed down the horse. There was some mud on her body, as did the hood and cloak. There was dry mud on one cheek, as if rolling over in a swamp. Compared with the last time we met, her quiver is lighter, and only half of the arrows are left in it.

"Don't worry, I'm not an illusion created by a demon." Zelin spread his hand: "I just thought of a way to rush over in advance. I think there may be a problem with our intelligence. There are no demons and no cultists here. "

Vera silently rolled over and dismounted, then raised his crossbow to aim at Zelin: "How did you get to Holbrook?"