The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Well, I understand."

Zelin raised his hand and gestured to Wydon with a gesture of Akshayfayin.

Wrighton went into a coma immediately.

"What do you think he said?" Johanna couldn't wait to ask, "Do you think he is credible?"

"I don't think he is credible, but what he said is very credible." Zelin raised his head: "I think you should be asked about this matter. If the leader is here, what do you think?"

Zelin had no idea about the Knights Templar.

He was here to find the Wizarding Club. These cultists hid in a place called Mouse Lane, and Zelin thought they should visit them. But the things of the Knights Templar were outside the scope of his plan. Counting time, Li Min and his party probably have arrived at Lu Gaoin and are on a journey through the Anorak Desert. In just ten days, they can leave the desert and enter the border of Enstinger.

He wants to resolve the matter within ten days and rush to the Bastine fortress in Ensting.

Regardless of whether Adria is planning to do something, the fight against Azmodan is definitely the last battle. This is the last **** demon still alive. No matter what the conspiracy, once Tyrael really succeeds in destroying the dark soul stone that seals the three demon gods and the four demon kings, all this will be over, and no conspiracy will be related to **** anymore. .

"There must be corruption in the Knights. They believe in the light of Akarat, but they have nothing to do with this saint." Johanna said solemnly: "Thank you for everything you have done for me these days. I will help you fight against it. The Wizarding Society, dealing with **** will always be one of the responsibilities of the Crusades, but I must go and meet this great commander. I don’t believe that there is such a serious corruption in the knights, as the great commander has nothing to do with it. Know. This matter has nothing to do with you, I..."

"You forgot about me, Paladin." Kara interrupted Johanna's words: "Since I know the stronghold of the Templars, I must go. Norek must be locked there. I am going to rescue him, you tell After my recruit training for the Templars, I must go."

"We don't have any conflict. I'm going to Mouse Lane. Since Kara and I attacked the cultists on the black market, maybe they will soon find that they are being targeted." Zelin walked between Kara and Johanna and did. A gesture of peace and security: "These cultists have no power, at least on the surface. I want to go to Mouse Lane first and find them before the group of rats escape. Then, we can go to see the group leader together."

"Will the big team leader run away?" Kara asked.

"Carla, are you going to save or kill?" Zelin asked back.

The Necromancer thought for a while and nodded: "You're right. As long as my friend Norek is safe, I don't want to care whether the large group leader is still alive. I will investigate in advance and you can go to Mouse Lane. , I want to monitor their stronghold to prevent the Templars from moving my friends to other hidden locations."

After discussing the plan, they decided to set off immediately.

Although they didn't have much rest for two consecutive days, this was nothing to Zelin, and Johanna did not show any discomfort. The Crusade's expedition was more difficult than everyone expected. Adelin kept yawning, so he washed his face with cold water.

Johanna cleaned the mud and dust on the armor for her horse, and collected some hay nearby, filled the basin with water again, and cleaned the camp by the way.

"I have to work hard for you to wait here for a while, old friend." Johanna patted the horse's forehead: "Soon, I will come to you, and then we will continue the expedition. The road is very long, we are just here for a while. Wait a moment."

"How does he deal with it?"

Before leaving, Adelin suddenly thought of something: "Lord Wyton, he is still here."

"Let him stay here." Zelin walked in front of Adelin and handed the documents he found from the black market and Lord Wyton to Aidlin: "These things prove enough that Lord Wyton is colluding with the Thieves Guild. People, are preparing to create chaos in Westmar. I don’t know what the king of Westmar thinks, but I have never heard that a king will forgive nobles who cause chaos in the capital. And this, He is looking for the tomb of Lakis. In this contract, he declares that he is the heir of Lakis and also finds a crown belonging to the blood of Lakis. I don’t know if this is true or false, but it’s okay. As evidence that he has the idea of ​​usurping the throne."

"...You give these to me?"

"For me, if I find the stronghold of the Wizarding Guild, these documents are of no value." Zelin chuckled and patted Adelin on the shoulder: "But these things can help you deal with the Thieves Guild, this Isn’t it what you always wanted to do? With it, your brother Lyndon fights the cultists and demons in Kartim. You are his brother. Anyway, when he comes back, you can’t achieve better than Not on him."

Adelin lowered his eyes and looked at these extremely important documents in his hands, which may mean that many people went to the guillotine.

It may also mean that the country of Westmar has begun to fight against thieves’ guilds.

"Thank you." He said, "You saved my life. There may be more than one person. I don't know if this will succeed, but I will definitely try it. Since I can get these, I will never ask the thief The guild bows!"

Chapter 2763: Praying Man's Arm as a Car

A disaster is ushering in the Mouse Alley in Westmar.

"Huh!"

The flail hit the head of a cultist, and with the sound of broken bones, blood spurted from the hood, and instantly dyed his entire cheeks. The cultist blocking the road fell straight down, revealing more panicked demon followers behind him.

"Block them, block them!"

A cultist in a red robe kept waving his hand. He held the wand in his hand, and his trembling legs slowly backed away: "I will summon the power of the burning **** and burn them completely! Stop them, and absolutely cannot allow them to be in my place. Get close to me before finishing the ceremony!"

The three cultists raised their daggers to kill Johanna at the same time. Johanna wore a shield, and the cross on the shield suddenly burst with dazzling golden light, which instantly enveloped the enemy. With a golden light, the cultist threw away the dagger and screamed in pain while covering his blinded eyes. Johanna took the opportunity to swing her weapons, hammering them one at a time, and smashing the enemy to the ground without mercy. A blind cultist brandished his weapon wildly, but was only slashing the air.

"Your luck doesn't seem to be very good, friend."

Johanna said jokingly, but the flail in her hand did not hesitate, and hit her friend in the head with a hammer. The latter fell straight down, his limbs twitching constantly.

"Akarat, may your kindness bless my warhammer." There was a word in her mouth, and Johanna strode forward as she prayed. A cultist hid behind a dead tree on the roadside. While Johanna was walking by, he held a dagger in his backhand and jumped out.

Bang!

The cultist hit a hard shield in mid-air, and Johanna didn't even turn her head. She slammed her shield to the side, and the cultist flew back a long way and hit the tree trunk. The trees shook and the dead leaves fell. The cultist bumped his head against the trunk, then slid down the trunk, sat motionless on the ground, and completely lost consciousness.

Under the moonlight, Zelin stood on the eaves next to Mouse Lane, watching the battle below.

Johanna suggested that she should attack Mouse Lane, while Zelin would do what the Holy Cleric Army could not do-go to the heights and find the target.

Once in chaos, Johanna could not break through the crowd as quickly as possible. The heavy armor provided her with good protection, but it also limited her speed and flexibility. Moreover, when the battlefield was chaotic, it was difficult for Johanna to see through the heavily sealed knight helmet what was happening everywhere outside. She needs a pair of eyes.

Seeing the Crusaders marching like a rock against the crowd of cultists, Zelin turned his gaze to the square deep in the alley, the priest who was protected by the cultists in the safest place. He was dressed in red, and he was particularly eye-catching among a group of pale yellow robes. The demon hunter bent down, and under the night, he quickly moved towards the square.

When Johanna walked to the middle of the alley, the doors of the houses on both sides of the alley were pushed open one after another, and more cultists rushed out from inside. They looked dull, with blank eyes, only broken swords and daggers in their hands, and they kept flocking to the Holy Order Army, trying to block her with a sea of ​​people. The cultist who had been knocked down but had not completely died crawled over from the ground, hugged the legs of the Crusaders, and dragged Johanna's steps with their weight.

After her pace, more cultists rushed to grab her arm, hold her waist, and rushed to her chest and shoulders. Some irrational cultists hit their helmets with their heads, smashing their heads, and in the blink of an eye, Johanna was completely submerged like a group of buff maggots.

"...Akarat, may your brilliance bless me and send their souls before you to be judged!"

A golden light appeared at the feet of the Holy Order Army, like a halo. More cultists suddenly lost their balance, like being sucked in by some invisible force, colliding with the colleague who intercepted Johanna, and huddled together.

Suddenly, a cultist holding Johanna screamed. He let go of his hand, desperately trying to escape, but more colleagues from behind blocked his retreat.

A golden flame suddenly appeared on the ground!

"I'm on fire! I'm on fire!"

"Help me!"

"Fire, run away, fire!"

The cultist's robes were ignited, like the flames of dry wood, and Johanna was instantly enveloped by golden flames. One by one, the ignited cultists, howling, fled, avoided the Holy Cleric Army, slapped their clothes, or rolled on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames. It's just that everything they do is meaningless. The painful cultist hugged the tree and made handprints on the ground with his fingers. But the holy flame only burned them, not the trees, flowers, and roadside houses. The cultists who had just been crowded around the Holy Cultist army disappeared in an instant, leaving only the knight standing in the holy flame with a dazzling golden light all over the body!

Stepping forward over the scorched corpse, Johanna, like an unshakable mountain, approached the priest who was protected behind the square.

There were three cultists in front of the priest. They looked at each other, then held up their swords, shouted, and killed the Holy Cult.

Johanna's gaze swept across the three of them. She erected her shield on the ground and took out the spare round shield on her side. The three cultists rushed down the steps. Johanna waved her arms violently. The buckler painted a golden light, like a golden boomerang. It swept across the three enemies and flew back from the other side. Johanna raised her hand, and the shield was just right. Back to her hands.

"You have lost, Paladin!"

The cult priest did not fear, but laughed.

Under him, a magic circle emitting a dark red light appeared, and the energy in the magic circle gradually entangled the priest's body like tentacles.

"Let you see it!"