The Journey of the Demon Hunter

All this seems so...unreal.

Just a year ago, he was still vigorously fighting the King of Assassins.

Three years ago, he was still thinking about his friends in Middle-earth and started a secret war in Mordor.

Five years ago, he returned to that withered world.

And seven years ago, he once again stepped into Yanan with high spirits, confidently trying to rescue everyone, and he would never be the demon hunter who had insufficient power and had no choice but to leave.

If someone asked him when he was going to retire at that time, he would definitely dismiss the idea of ​​retirement. He has received a lot of help, is ready to do a big job at any time, and is thinking about the future he envisioned.

Ten years....... For the first time he felt that time passed so fast.

"But opening a tavern is indeed a good idea, Leah. By the way, can you wait for me in the arena north of New Tristra tonight?"

This afternoon, Zelin met a gladiator named Craig in the town. He was promoting a newly opened arena in the north, hoping that more explorers would go to the arena to prove himself. In the Demon Hunter World, Zelin has seen this situation more than once. Only a wonderful game can attract more audiences and spread the reputation of the arena. Boxing matches scattered all over the north were initially just a village’s traditional custom of resolving disputes.

People rely on boxing to prove that they are right and go to the ring whenever they get into trouble. Subsequently, the residents of nearby villages gradually came to watch the village, and then their reputation developed to the town. Soon, the smart villagers thought of a good way-they sold tickets and then asked someone to perform boxing.

Everyone had money in their hands, so there was no more disputes.

Today, the north side of New Tristram is a very wide area. Most importantly, there are no other townspeople.

"What's wrong?" Liya was a little surprised: "What is this?"

"Nothing." Zelin waved his hand: "I heard about your nightmare on Kane's side, so I wonder if I can help you solve the problem."

Chapter 2670-Burning Vossan

Night falls--

Four figures stood in the arena north of New Tristram.

"Hey, I know you, man, in Old Sang Village, do you remember? That tavern." A man carrying a crossbow with two hands on his back showed a warm and sly smile, and he stretched out his hand: "My name is Linden. Antique collectors sometimes do a little self-reliance."

The man was wearing a shabby brown light travel outfit, a white shirt over a brown coat, and leather wristbands wrapped around his sleeves. But this type of wristband is not so much a defense, it is better to avoid the sleeves. Stained while drinking. His forehead is high, his hairline is a little bit backward, and under his short, thin hair that is straight back, there is a firm cheek carved out of a rock. The neatly groomed eight-character mustache extends from the lips to the sides of the chin.

At first glance it looks like an honest and hardworking man, provided that he doesn't speak.

"Don't believe him." Templar Ke Mike's face was cold: "He is a villain, full of lies!"

"Calm down, Templars, you are dealing with cultists, and I'm dealing with cultists, so we are all together." Linden did not flinch from Komack's hostility. He straightened his chest and rubbed his hands: "I It’s just that after defeating the cultists, I will let the gold and silver treasures on them give play to their residual heat. I take the gold coins and use them in the tavern to reward the maids. Maybe those poor girls can buy more beautiful pieces for this. Clothes, isn’t it? And the pub won’t go bankrupt if it makes money, and the girl can keep her job. Everything I do is to make people live a better life."

"...The strong word is unreasonable."

Komike clenched his fists and patted his chest, and the plate armor made a thumping sound: "You greedy people will eventually be bought by demons and become their minions! What the Knights must do is to completely eliminate this possibility. "

"Come on, buddy, depending on your fierce appearance, you'd better scare away the real demon followers first." Linden curled his lips and waved his hand: "Today we are going to deal with them, you can take a look. Is my method more effective, or the method taught by the scriptures is more useful."

This arena is actually just a dilapidated old Tristram Acropolis, in a clearing on the east side of the old city. It is made of light gray stone bricks, which are covered with green weeds and dark green moss under the attack of the years. Most of the houses are left with only broken eaves and broken walls. Some two-storey buildings have obviously not been completed. The broken scaffolding is fixed to the outer wall, and the rags wrapped in holes and rags flutter in the night wind.

In the past, Tristram attracted many immigrants before King Leoric went crazy with the devil, but the expansion of the city stopped abruptly when Leoric became the mad queen. People abandoned their houses and fled here. Many of the rocks on the outer walls were demolished by latecomers and used to build their own huts. Now, the mutilated retaining wall looks like it was bitten hard by someone, full of rugged teeth marks.

"Well, we can't fight ourselves before we see the cultists." Zelin walked between the two of them: "Today, we are going to solve the enemy here. But I don't know how many of them are there. There may be many, or there may be only a few. I prepared some traps in advance. Come here and I will tell you the location and trigger conditions of the traps. I don’t want to be bombed into the sky before dealing with the enemy.”

When Li Min went to the decaying forest to search for broken sword fragments, he happened to ran into Linden who was staying in the lumberjack’s hut. The latter seemed to be in some trouble. Several killers from Westmar's Thieves' Guild were chasing after him. Come here. Li Min helped Lyndon solve the problem, and the latter naturally decided to take the opportunity to leave there. Obviously following this seemingly powerful magician would make more money than staying in a small village.

"Who is this?" Linden noticed Vera standing silently beside Zelin. Vera was standing behind Zelin, and his gaze was just over his shoulder to see the map that Zelin was holding.

Vera turned his head slightly to look at Zelin, Zelin pointed his thumb behind him: "Friend, we are enemies of the Wizarding Society, and we are not in harmony with the Wizarding Society. She is good at using crossbow arrows, just like you, Linden, At that time, she will support us. Komike, come closer and listen to me. The walls of this ruined arena are full of gaps, so if we want to fight an annihilation, we must surround them... ..."

At the pier of New Tristram, a ferry slowly floated out of the trestle and headed for Worthan.

Li Min knelt and sat on the bow, holding the side of the ship with both hands and looking at the burning sky in the distance.

"Tonight, someone saw a fire on the other side of the river." The ferryman pushed the boat with great difficulty: "The other side of the river is very unsafe. Worthan Town should be in trouble!"

"I know." Li Min stretched out his small hand, fanning the wind in front of him, with a little impatience in his polite tone: "So can you be faster?"

"This is already the fastest, miss." The boatman panted, "There are many reefs in the river."

Li Min rolled his eyes and closed his mouth.

The ferry was getting closer and closer to the pier on the opposite bank, and the fire in the town of Wassan gradually became clear. Li Min picked up the exhibition room next to him, stood up slowly, patted the hem of the short robe, and smoothed the wrinkles on it. The fire light reflected the sky of Vossan, and the burning houses could be seen in the nearest place from the dock.

"Stop the boat here."

Li Min waved her hand. Before the ferry could respond, she took a step forward and stepped on the tip of the boat in the second step. A purple light flashed on his body, and the next moment, the magician's figure appeared on the pier of the trestle bridge five meters away from the ferry.

There was a scorching smell in the air, and the figure of a cultist holding a torch was running in the city filled with fire. The captured villagers were gathered on the square in the center of the town. Cultists holding torches surrounded them. More cultists raised their hands. The lavender energy gathered in their palms. A circle on the ground would cry and frighten. The townspeople gathered together. Crying and shouting came one after another.

"Take all the children away, the hostess must personally discipline them!" A cult leader wearing a red scarf held a torch and walked around the town square: "Leave five men and five women, and drive away the rest. Go to the church!"

Li Minsi looked at these cultists who appeared in Worsang without any surprise. Yesterday, she was skeptical of this information, wondering whether there would be cultists suddenly attacking this seemingly peaceful town far away from disputes. It now appears that the information that the man gave her is true.

Suddenly, a cultist noticed Li Min who appeared at the door of the village.

"There is a fish that slipped through the net!"

Nearby cultists turned their heads one after another, and one cultist held a scimitar and strode towards the magician.

Waved his magic wand, five arcane magic **** appeared beside Li Min, and then flew like an arrow from the string towards the five cultists who controlled the magic circle. The cultist was hit, flew out without saying a word, and knocked down on the burning house. The burning eaves fell down and ignited their robes. The cultist holding a scimitar was stunned for a moment. The next moment, a whirlpool of magic became bigger and bigger in his sight.

The magic vortex suddenly exploded when it touched the cultist, and the air wave raised by the explosion threw the cultist within five meters of him into the air like a flying toy.

The remaining cultists rushed towards Li Min without fear, but after they had just rushed through the dust raised by the explosion, they found that there was no one on the road in front of them.

"Here~"

A joke of laughter came from behind, and the cultists turned their heads and found that Li Min did not know when they had appeared where they stood. The magician squatted on the ground, opened his left hand to hold the ground, and blinked his right eye, revealing a mischievous smile.

In the next moment, countless electric currents emerged from the ground, like a poisonous snake that hunted away, and pounced on the crowds of cultists. After a harsh but brief scream, the cultists who convulsed all over fell to the ground one after another.

After defeating the enemy, Li Min walked to the magic circle that trapped the villagers. After carefully observing the runes on the inner side of the double ring, she tapped the corner of the magic circle with the tip of her magic wand three times. The purple light emitted from the ground gradually dimmed.

"You are safe." She walked to the villagers who were kneeling on the ground, glanced over these panicked faces, and revealed a sweet smile: "Do any of you know where the others in the Wizarding Society are?"

After a while, a man plucked up his courage and raised his finger to the Sakarram church behind the village: "Yes, in the cathedral! They are all locked in the cathedral, and they are going to be burned to death." !"

"Really?" Li Min stretched out his fingers and scratched his cheeks, then the corners of his mouth opened to the sides, showing a new smile: "Don't worry, I will take care of all the cultists. Oh, yes, you guys. A few days ago, did you see a fragment of a broken sword appearing near Vossan? I heard that a flame fell on Vossan when the meteor appeared?"

"Then, only the priest of the cathedral knows!" a woman cried out: "Please, go and rescue the people in the church!"

"Don't be nervous, I'll go now." Li Min said leisurely.

The Sakarum Church is located in the open space behind the village, with a cemetery behind it. This is the most common town structure in Kanduras. When Li Min arrived, the cultists outside the church were long gone. Only the torch that was thrown on the ground when he hurried away was helped by an elderly priest. Walking out slowly through the open door. The nearby lit house was still smoldering, and the wooden beams crackled in the flames.

"Where are the cultists?" The fire light shone on the magician's face: "Where is their leader?"