The Journey of the Demon Hunter

A cloud of smoke appeared on the roof. A group of dwarves ran out of the alley. Two of them jumped into the lake without hesitation, began to swim, splashed water, and moved to the other side of the river. The rest of the dwarves dispersed, some turned towards the hotel, most of the non-humans watched operas in the hotel, and there were not many non-humans left, and some subconsciously ran to the place where their relatives were.

The thugs rushed into the streets, they were faster than the dwarves. A horse suddenly broke into the chasing crowd, and a knight on a horse broke into the mob. He held a white shield with a red checkered coat of arms. He sat on the saddle and flogged the crowd. The stones thrown by the mob hit his armor, but they did not cause harm and were all bounced off.

Someone raised the pitchfork in his hand with a chopped head pierced on it. Others shouted with excitement, as if they had won a huge victory.

"Come here! Here!" Zelin beckoned to a few elves and dwarves who were running for their lives. This alley allows them to escape to a safe place at a faster speed. He must first evacuate everyone to a safe place as much as possible, and then turn around to deal with these premeditated thugs. The Demon Hunter was very calm, he always remembered what his primary purpose was.

The crowd finally figured out a way to lift the knight off the horse. They kept beating on the armor, and the mob crawled on him like lice.

Suddenly someone shouted.

"They all went to the hotel!"

"These cursed monsters are going to run away!"

"An elf! An elf!" Someone yelled in the crowd, as if being controlled by someone, "Kill the elf!"

Near the entrance of the alley, on the edge of a moss-covered wall, a burst of air blows away the thugs spreading on the knights. The thugs knocked over the **** pile piled on the edge, and the smelly **** instantly buried them. Zelin helped the fallen knight stand up and slapped his armor hard.

"Go! Your horse is over there! Go!"

The demon hunter glanced at the thug who was still struggling in the garbage, and ran out of the alley with the knight. Several mobs chased after the garbage dump, Zelin threw a throwing knife and hit the crumbling wooden board above the alley. The wooden board fell down, hitting the chasing person, blocking the others behind, and a scream echoed in the alley.

After finding as many non-humans stranded in the residential area as possible and asking them to retreat to a safe place, Zelin prepared to return to the tavern. This is part of the plan. The armed tavern can not only protect more non-human races, but also attract the mobs scattered in the city, allowing the demon hunters to defeat the enemy at once. The scale of the Livia city is not small. The streets and lanes are like a maze. There are more unowned houses to hide. Instead of looking for enemies in the streets, it is better to attract the enemies and solve them all in one breath.

It's like the bait that a demon hunter often makes when hunting monsters.

A tall man and another human suddenly appeared around the corner. Their eyes were red and the sticks in their hands were still sticking to blood. The tall man saw the demon hunter, he swung his club and smashed it over, making the clink of coins in his pockets. He didn't hit the demon hunter, and then he was cut through his throat with a sword. The tall man fell to the ground, and the coins rolled out of his clothes pocket and spilled all over the floor. The other human threw away the weapon, and looked at the demon hunter through his disheveled hair with shocked and flustered eyes.

"Kindness!"

Zelin swung the sword again, and another corpse appeared on the ground.

These thugs did not find too many targets in the non-human settlements. They lost many people. Many thugs had their hands and feet cut off and fell to the ground and howled. This seems to cool their momentum a lot.

"Those cursed non-humans are hiding in the elves' tavern! I saw them rushing to the tavern with the stolen gold!"

I don't know who yelled it, and people seemed to have discovered a new goal, pouring out of the alleys like a tide.

"We, should we really go?"

A mob hesitated, "They have demon hunters, but something is wrong today. Non-humans gathered to the hotel, and then demon hunters appeared in the city."

But no one heard the voice of this mob, they only heard the tavern and gold. Some people’s pockets clinked as they ran. They smashed every long board box and opened every drawer to find any valuable objects and coins.

A lot of people, gold, and taverns. The combination of these words means that they can kill more people and grab more money from it.

These torrential thugs flocked in the direction of Veris Tavern. There are only some dead bodies left in the non-human settlements, as well as people who have been chopped off their hands and feet and fell to the ground wailing. They stretched out their remaining arms, or raised their heads, begging the mob who had acted with them to save them.

No one cares about them.

The rioting crowd ran out of the non-human settlement in the blink of an eye, leaving nothing but wreckage and corpses.

The first thousand and twenty-nine chapters of chaos

"Has everyone here?"

Zelin carried a fainted elf into the inn. The corpses of a few mobs were lying down in front of the inn. It seemed that someone tried to attack here when the riots began, but they certainly couldn't think of the difference between this and the non-human settlements. The same.

"Almost, it should be all there."

Zoltan carried an axe, and Geralt escaped into the inn with some elves and dwarves from the other side. When Zelin came in, he saw Alpen and a few other dwarves blocking the road around the tavern with wooden tables and chairs that came across.

The performance was interrupted. There were many wounded in the lobby of the tavern, and the air was filled with a pungent **** smell. To Zelin's surprise, there were ten elves standing in the hall with bows and arrows in their hands, and their standing posture and watchful eyes showed that they were definitely not temporary armed elves residents. Noting the look in the eyes of the demon hunter, the leading male elf nodded friendly to him.

Zelin immediately understood what was going on. Francesca cannot publicly send soldiers into Livia to protect the non-human races in the city, especially the elven residents, but she can make some of Dole Bretanna's soldiers change into civilian attire into the city. On the surface, these kingdoms have no laws to expel non-human races, and they can freely walk around in various countries.

The demon hunter looked around, he did not see Gnaiya.

Yarpan helped take over the unconscious elf who fought on Zelin's shoulders. Someone recognized the elf, and a female elf ran over and hugged him, crying. Someone kept asking the elves and dwarves who followed Geralt if they saw their relatives, but most of the responses they got were shaking their heads.

"Where is Gnaiya?"

"That blonde girl?" Zoltan rubbed the tip of his nose. "She should be on the second floor. I think she might not like the **** smell here? She looks very young, your friend? Or is your friend's daughter?"

"My friend. Believe me, if you know what she has done, you will definitely be surprised."

Zelin looked at the situation in the hall and slowly loosened his tight brows. If it weren't for the sign outside the door and the poster for the Dandrien concert, people would definitely treat it as a hospital. The group of elf soldiers who were secretly dispatched carried enough treatment tools and bandages. The wounded were lying in the cleared hall. Several **** doctors were walking between the wounded to clean and bandage their wounds.

Francesca's actions this time are indeed very clever. Not only can she protect the local elves, but the elves sent here will advertise the stability of the Valley of Flowers to the elves here, and news of the massacre and riots will soon spread. In the north, it is foreseeable that in the next six months, more elves will choose to leave the human towns and go to Dol Breitana to make a living.

"You demon hunters have a long life, with footprints all over the world, I won't be surprised what kind of friends you can meet." Zoltan laughed, but it was only a moment of effort, and laughter is not suitable for this. Occasion "Your friend is still up there, I'm going to the door to help, those **** **** may be killed at any time."

"Don't worry, we can fix them right away."

"I like your optimistic look. Let's beat them up!" Zoltan clenched his left hand and smashed his right hand, and walked out of the hotel.

Zelin is not a pessimistic person, but in this regard, he is not joking. Of course, there is no need to explain too much. The mob who besieged the tavern will soon prove to Zoltan that the demon hunter's optimism is not unreasonable.

Going up the stairs, Zelin stood on the second floor and looked around. He soon found Gneya on the outer balcony.

"You are here."

The sun is falling below the horizon, the golden sunset is spreading over the city of Livia, and the corners of the city are being smoked, dyeing the towers of the castle and the red roofs of the city gray. There were only a group of thugs on the street, and many human residents hid at home until the riots ended.

"I don't understand. In Skyrim, even in Windhelm, the Nords will not slaughter the dark elves and Argonians living in Windhelm." Gnaiya showed a confused expression, "Different worlds." Is the gap that big?"

"Much bigger than you think." Zelin walked to Gnaiya, holding the fence of the wooden balcony with both hands. "There are good people and bad people in every place. We just happened to encounter the worst in this city. ."

Accompanied by the sound of horse hooves, the heavily armed knight ran along the avenue towards the tavern. He ran while waving the whip in his hand.

"The thugs are here! Here they are!"

Zoltan and Yarpan below did not intercept the knight, and the knight's horse crossed the barrier and fell into the courtyard surrounded by the barricade. The knight's helmet did not know where it fell, and the demon hunter felt as if he had seen this knight when he was in the floating port. It's just that the blood stains on his face made it difficult for him to recognize each other.

Within a few seconds, there was a buzzing sound from the side of the street, as if a swarm of bees was approaching. Soon, the buzzing sound turned into a hustle and bustle mixed with anger. At first, they sounded at least one street away from here. Soon, the figure became bigger and bigger, and the elves holding the crossbow gush out. In the tavern, they stood behind the barricade and put their arrows on the bowstrings.

A large group of men rushed out from the corner of the street in front of them, and the street was crowded with them in the blink of an eye. They were like flies that smelled blood, brandishing pitchforks, axes and sticks, and someone holding a lighted torch, they rushed towards the tavern without hesitation.

The arrow pierced the air, and the mobs rushing in the front fell one after another. The arrow stunned the group of thugs, but someone behind the crowd yelled, and the crowd charged faster.

"Let's solve them." The demon hunter narrowed his eyes slightly.

He supported the periphery of the fence, turned over and jumped from the balcony on the second floor of the tavern, and landed steadily on the ground. Gnaiya jumped off behind.

"Help you catch a few people? I have always wanted to try, whether the forced will I learned is effective in this world." Longyi moved his wrist, and the corner of his mouth formed a cold angle.

"It's impossible for these people to know." Zelin drew out the ebony blade. "You help me pay attention to those guys who are ready to take advantage of the chaos to escape from the city when these thugs are defeated."