The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Serrana accepted the letter and immediately opened the envelope. Standing in place, after watching for a long time, Serana closed the letter and frowned slightly: "...what does he mean?"

"What did you fall into Helgen, miss?" Greber asked kindly, "Do you need me to find it for you?"

"Ah, no, I'm leaving now, thank you. I'll pick it up next time."

Selana closed the letter, turned around and left Heergen quickly, like a trot.

In Mahakam, Vera was holding a brown pony, standing by the stable, watching the demon hunter caress the mane of another old horse.

"... Take a good rest here, you should retire, and I will tell Hillis to take care of you."

The old horse flicked his tail, lowered his head, and snorted.

When Zelin walked towards her, Vera asked.

"This is your mount?"

"Yeah, it has been for many years. This is the ninth year, and next year will be the tenth year. It is too old and I can no longer ride it. It was given to me by an old friend, and I thought Let her be my apprentice, but destiny always likes to play tricks on others." Zelin touched his forehead and looked at the sky nostalgic: "I still remember when I rode it away from this ruined castle. At that time, the castle yard There were weeds everywhere, a circle of laurel trees on the edge, and dust on the first floor. I barely cleared a room to live on the second floor. At that time, there was no third floor because the third floor was completely collapsed."

"You have obtained this castle and your current achievements through struggle, but you seem to be on the verge of corruption." Vera squinted slightly and looked at Zelin carefully: "I thought this is a **** of pleasure."

"Maybe, why can't it be heaven? I mean, why do you need to be so harsh on good people? I never think that good people have to cultivate hard. At least in this world, you don’t have to worry about corruption. We don’t have hell. You have to go to one place. Have you decided to ride a horse to the Whispering Swamp? Riding a Griffon will be faster."

"If you have something very important, we can fly from the sky, but can you take three people?" Vera glanced at Gnaiya on the side: "I don't want to be the first hunter to be thrown to death. People, this is too shameful."

"Gnaiya will go by boat, and before she arrives, I will help you familiarize yourself with the local environment and explain the situation here." Zelin said, "The current situation is very complicated, not on the road. It can be explained in just an hour. Gnaiya will arrive in the Whispering Swamp tomorrow night, and it won’t take too much time. If you like this horse, I can send it to you. You can ride it and whisper. Move around the swamp."

"Then let's go. And... are you not going to improve the saddle of the Griffin?"

"Why?"

Vera strained her mouth and coughed heavily.

"It's too close, it's too hot."

Chapter 2811: The New Swamp Town

There is a mysterious town hidden in the whispering swamp.

The griffin circled in mid-air and landed on the high **** next to the church square.

Standing on a high slope, you can overlook the town that has been established for less than a year. The marble temple is particularly eye-catching among the dead woods. It used to be the temple of the old witch. Later, Gwendelin demolished all the original buildings and replaced them with buildings that look more like Yanorlund. But compared with Yanorlund, this temple is about the same size as an eternal fire temple. Zelin has been supporting Gwendelin gold coins to pay the workers, but in this regard, Gwendelin still maintains the idea of ​​going to the countryside and doing the same.

Around the Temple Square, there are several bluestone buildings, and the traces left by the old witches have basically been cleaned up, but the orphanage is still preserved. In the war years, there will never be a shortage of orphans and monsters.

Outside the bluestone buildings, there are a large number of thatched houses where believers, followers and refugees live. At noon, there were many believers wearing light white robes on the road. They were not surprised by the griffon that appeared in the sky. They just looked up and went back to the business at hand, or stood by the roadside altar and prayed, or Carrying water-filled clay pots and goods.

"We are here."

Zelin turned over and jumped off the Griffin and patted the Griffin on the forehead: "Come with me, Vera, come here."

"A small town? Does this belong to you?" Vera rubbed her forehead, sorted out the ends of her hair that had been blown away by the wind, put on her hood and red scarf again: "I thought you were the same as me. A wandering witcher, but you have castles, knights, guards, maids, gardeners, consultants, and private doctors. How can a witcher own these? Are you a nobleman? A lord? Just because of danger World, so you have been trained as a demon hunter?"

"No, I'm not a lord, and it doesn't belong to me. This is a town of a friend of mine. The townspeople worship him and respect him, and he provides shelter for all people who come here to ensure that they are in war. The security of the age."

When the war broke out, people asked very little. As long as they can fill their stomachs, have a sheltered house and an environment away from the battlefield and chaos, they will regard this as a paradise. Although they have to build temples, move ores and metals, and hand over part of the harvest to the priests, in other places, they have to pay food to the barracks, but they may not be protected.

When you lose everything, you will realize that only safety is the most important thing.

"Welcome to you, sir."

A white-haired woman was standing in front of the **** leading from the high ground to the bottom, curtly saluting Zelin. Her white hair was coiled behind her head, and under the cream shawl decorated with silver silk was a solid breastplate. On the breastplate is the symbol of the church spear, and under the breastplate is the maid’s long skirt.

"Sheila, it's nice to see you again."

Zelin stretched out his hand to the maid, who curtseyed again.

"I serve Princess Felanor for life, and I will definitely follow the princess." The maid lowered her forehead: "If your Excellency has important matters, please follow me. Your Royal Highness will definitely be waiting for you."

"It's not necessary, Sheila, we have fought together, and we are not in a superior relationship."

"Please go here, sir." Sheila bent over and made a please gesture to Zelin.

Zelin sighed, "Well, you can lead the way."

The demon hunter looked at Vera, who raised his eyebrows: "Your Excellency?"

The square of the town is paved with neat bluestone slabs. It is hard to imagine that not long ago, it was still a swampland with only some simple wooden boards. On both sides of the road, you can see some children helping adults carry things. They are wearing simple linen shirts with cotton jackets. As a new town, as long as the ruler has enough gold, there will never be a shortage of jobs in the town.

Sheila led Zelin into the temple, and the heavy slate gates of the temple opened to both sides, guarded by a knight on each side. Seven believers half-kneeled in the temple, praying to the marsh ladies. White churches, or bluestone slabs, Gwendelin seems to be very fond of this kind of stone, just like the bright and flawless moonlight.

Sheila motioned Zelin to wait at the door, then walked through the believers, walked inside the temple, turned around, and made a standing gesture to all the men and women who were still praying: "This is the end of today's prayer, you can leave. Up."

The believers looked at Sheila in confusion, but no one asked why. They stood up and walked out of the church in silence. The believers passed by Zelin, and from time to time someone looked curiously at the demon hunter. Vera also attracted a lot of attention, but her indifferent appearance, as well as the unconcealed daggers and flying knives around her waist, made many people immediately withdraw their gazes.

After all the believers left, Sheila closed the door.

"It's well built here." Zelin crossed his arms, put his arms on his chest, and looked around: "I guess except for Novigrad, the eternal fire temples in other places will envy this place."

"Okley Ayres, Qing's old friend, built a residence for Qing." At some unknown time, Gwendelin appeared in the temple, with his hands hanging in front of him, and the corner of his mouth under the sun's crown smiled slightly: "I haven't seen you for many days," Is Qing still well?"

Vera's eyes widened and looked at the snake's tail that was exposed from the hem of Gwendelin's robe.

"It's not bad, everything went well, and it looks good here. Is this temple designed and constructed by Oakley? He has always been efficient." Zelin still remembers when Zelin first repaired Mahakam Castle. Oakley's construction team was hired near Sutton, and later when the castle was remodeled and upgraded, he was also looked for. In terms of construction craftsmanship, he is indeed a master, but the price is also the price of a master. It's just that with Zelin's gold support, Gwendelin may have no idea about the gold coins of the Demon Hunter World.

In Gwendelin's mouth, Zelin learned that during the time he was away, Oakley had been designing buildings and planning the city for the town. Amelia came here once, but Gwendelin didn't like her way of doing things, so the two sides did not agree on the issue of faith in the end. However, this does not affect the development of Darkmoon Church. Eternal Fire is still the largest church here. However, in remote areas, the forests and mountain streams that even Eternal Fire missionaries are unwilling to visit, the villagers living there are very Easily become a believer in Darkmoon Church.

"I came here for something." Zelin glanced at Vera, who did not show any extra emotions, whether it was curiosity or confusion, like a statue: "I remember, you have a lot of orphans here, I I want to ask for one thing. This is my friend and a very good demon hunter. She can use her fighting skills to train some young girls to become powerful hunters like her, against those hidden in the forest. Monsters. I think you might use them. Your missionaries always go to those remote places, don’t they? And, I hope I can give it a try. Can you train female demon hunters who can fight monsters."

In history, there are very few powerful women who can fight monsters or highly skilled female knights. Those well-known women are not the only queens, or powerful female warlocks. In Baihua Valley, there are some elven female swordsman masters, but their fighting skills are used to fight against humans, not monsters.

In the past few hundred years, no one would put a girl in front of the gate of the Demon Hunter's Castle, so Zelin could only come here to try once.

"Why should Qing be like this? If I ask, why would I just sit back and ignore it?" Gwendelin turned her head slightly and looked at Vera: "This person stays here, Qing can rest assured."

"We want to talk." Vera suddenly said to Zelin, "It's now."

The witch hunter dragged Zelin to the edge of Marsh Town.

After Vera stopped, Zelin spoke curiously.

"What's wrong, Vera?"

"Where is this place?" The demon hunter squinted his eyes slightly: "I almost can't tell, how is this place different from a wizard!"

"Will there be anything similar to a wizard here? Do you see the cultists who summon demons and the living people who are being sacrificed?" Zelin stretched out his hands: "In fact, this place provides protection for many people. And just a few years ago, there were some real evil witches here, but they were all killed by this church. I know them, as long as you respect their god, you can become their friend."

"It's like a demon, a snake-body demon under Belie."