The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Rasti offered his own suggestions. "Let me say, we'd better try to take samples from the corpses that died due to the plague, the instruments I brought from the academy, but first we have to disinfect them so that the plague will not continue to spread."

"You seemed to be talking about half-murlocs?"

Suddenly, Zelin shifted his attention from Silver Sword to the doctors' discussion.

"Yes, if we can ask if there is such a plague in the half-murloc society, if the plague comes from a half-murloc or a merman tribe, the next thing will be much easier."

"Maybe, I can help with this." Zelin suddenly thought of the past. He went to the village on the outskirts of Vizima to visit the local goddess in the lake when he visited the half-mermaid sacrifice. "I know a half-murloc. It should be able to tell us the general situation. It's near Vizima."

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A mouse.

Died in the garbage dump in the corner of the city.

This is something that is no longer commonplace. Where there are creatures, there is no way to avoid fighting, and where there are fights, there are bound to be losers. The loser will eventually die because they cannot get enough resources to survive, the winner will continue to live, and the loser will become more and more sad until death. This is competition and elimination.

That's what the piebald cat thinks.

It squatted on the second-floor balcony of the house and gently licked its fore palm. The alley full of **** exudes a disgusting stench, and a weak man who looks like a mouse rushes into the alley, as if waiting for something. From time to time, he probed his brain from the side of the alley, behaving like a real mouse. After a while, another man in a sergeant's costume walked in, and they had a short whispered conversation between them. Then, the man who looked like a mouse took out a small packet of white powder, and the sergeant took out one from behind his belt. The small bag clinked with the crash of coins.

"How did you advance the time today?"

"Because the others have gone out, and there is a plague in the **** west, they are all out on duty. Give me the anesthetic powder quickly, I can't help it anymore."

Red nose, bloodshot corners of the eyes, pale face and vain footsteps, the nose seems to be blocked forever, not to mention the pale black dark circles under the eyes, these are the hallmarks of anesthetic powder addicts. .

The sergeant took the small bag of hemp powder handed over by the trafficker, impatiently wiped a handful of it on the tip of his nose, sucked it a few times, and then wiped it on his gums. The tip of his nose was red, and the corners of his eyes kept crying, but the sergeant sighed with satisfaction. The medicinal powder dealer opened the purse in his hand and glanced in. The golden light reflected by the sun illuminated his tiny eyes.

"This bit of anesthetic powder is enough for you for half a month. After half a month, if you want it, go to Vizima Cemetery to see me on the night of the 27th."

The sergeant said dissatisfied, "Half a month? Why is it less?! The money used to be able to buy for a month!"

After taking anesthetic powder, his mental state was obviously a lot more excited.

"Have your head burned? There are checkpoints for the plague on the road recently. Damn it, I need a permit to enter the city. The dock warehouse in Novigrad has been sealed up, and those of the eternal fire must want to In the name of guarding against the plague, we smuggle our goods. Who doesn't know that the old dog of the leader of Haifam needs anesthetic powder and prostitutes to survive every day."

The anesthetic powder dealer looked at the Oren coins in the bag with satisfaction. He hung the purse on his belt and blocked it with the hem of his shirt.

"If you want it, I still have some goods in my hand. It's a social flower I want to buy to play with. Last time, she didn't have enough money. I guess her business this month is even worse. The plague is coming from the sea. People are longing to escape inland, and whoever is in the mood to find them to play. I can give you a little bit of what I prepared for her, as long as you have money."

The sergeant looked down at the money left on his body, and before the food and the anesthetic powder, he took out the remaining money.

"Give me a little bit more. It's really bad luck. If our manager doesn't give us the wages on time next month, I'm going to drink northwest wind."

"Ha! You can ask other people if they want some anesthetic powder. If you find someone, I can give you some money. Don't you know a lot of people? Ask a few to find out who wants anesthetic powder. , Let them come to me to buy. If you can find a few more people, I will sell you some cheaper in the future."

The anesthetic powder dealer took out another vial with a small amount of white powder in it. The sergeant took out another small bag, but this time it collapsed a lot.

The tabby cat stretched lazily and let out a sharp meow.

The sergeant below was startled, the money bag in his hand fell to the ground, and the glittering Oren coins spilled all over the floor and rolled into the trash.

"Damn cat! Damn cat!" The sharp-eyed mouse man yelled angrily when he saw the tabby cat lying on the window sill on the second floor. "How come the cats in this city haven't died yet, shit, where's the cat!"

He bent down, squatted on the ground and picked up the scattered coins one by one, for fear that he would stretch out his hand under the ground and **** everything from him.

"Asshole, stop screaming!"

"Hurry up, hurry up! Where's the stray cat in this foul-smelling place!"

The tabby cat ended with a dissatisfied tweet, and two men who traded in anesthetic powder privately ran away with their goods and coins. The cat fell and landed steadily on the ground, picking up the dead mouse next to the garbage dump, and disappearing into the gap between the houses within a few steps.

Predator and food.

That's it.

But just as the man bent down to pick up the gold coin, a flea jumped out of the rat's carcass, and one jumped and landed on the back of the drug dealer. The anesthetic powder dealer was walking on the road and seemed to feel a little itchy behind. He scratched the back of his neck, pulled the collar, and saw the patrol coming in front. He cleared his throat, straightened his back and passed them by. , Out of Vizima's slums.

The next day, a young girl found the carcass of her pet cat near her home.

Soon, there were a few more patients with colds and fevers in Vizima's hospital.

Maybe this is just a common symptom, but it didn't take long before it all started to get out of hand. More and more patients were admitted to the hospital. On the third day, they began to realize that this is not a simple disease. The hospital was blocked, the city gates were closed, the inner city was completely isolated from the outer city, and all those who had contact with people infected with the plague were locked in the old city castle near Vizima that was destroyed by the blood-sucking monster incident. It didn't take long for the news to spread like the wind, and the plague had spread not only to the coast, but also to the Vizima area.

This caused a huge panic.

Some people hid in the inner city, believing that the enclosed city wall could keep them from the plague. Some people fled to remote mountain villages, thinking that there would not be plagued by the plague. At least, many people wanted to flee here and flee the vicinity of Vizima. Some people want to continue running inland, to Island, and others want to go to Baron La Valetti or Redania in the north. But more people can only stay at home, unable to support themselves after fleeing, they can only pray to the gods, and they will not cause bad luck.

Those who fled took the news to various places and brought it to the ears of many people, including the ears of the demon hunters who were on the way to Vizima.

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"You can't go to Vizima, the gate of Vizima has been blocked, and no one can enter the city."

"This is the plague?"

On the outskirts of Vizima, in a large open space, people wrapped in strict leather uniforms were pushing a cart, pushing out the corpses whose skin had begun to bleed and turning purple, and piled them together. The two soldiers were watching about fifty meters away from the pile of corpses. Both of them covered their mouths with handkerchiefs, and they were muffled when talking, as if they would be infected with the plague after breathing. The wheelbarrow drivers are all wearing masks, and their whole bodies are wrapped tightly. Although the weather is a bit sultry, these people are still wrapped as if they are in the snow and ice.

"Your Majesty has announced the blockade of this area, as well as slums, and outsiders are not allowed to enter Vizima."

In the early morning, the dense forest on the outskirts of Vizima was filled with a thin mist. The sky was gloomy and the sun could not be seen. Large swaths of cloudy clouds were pressing on people's heads. The air was filled with a decadent and depressive atmosphere. Everyone can't breathe. The wind stopped, and the poplars on the side of the road remained motionless, the branches and leaves drooping weakly, as if dead.

"I'm not going to go to the city, I want to go to the dam of Vizima, and then take a boat to the dark waters. I will not go to the inner city. I am a demon hunter, as everyone knows, I will not contract diseases or infectious diseases. "

"You won't get sick?" The two soldiers looked at each other. One of the soldiers with a moustache said to Zelin. You can only go back after finishing these tasks."

"It's really unlucky. It's our turn to draw the lot today. No one has seen them go out for several days on a nearby farm. I guess they are all dead. Our chief wants us to check on the farm, and you can help. Let's go there. Then when we complete the mission, we can take you in. You, are you really a demon hunter? Many people want to go to the city these days, and the inspection of the city is very strict. We absolutely can't let others People who have escaped from the place enter the city, otherwise we will be thrown out."

"Look at my eyes." Zelin pointed to his eyes. "What do you see?"

The soldiers fought a cold war.

"Okay, okay, you're a demon hunter. Vizima hasn't appeared in a demon hunter for half a year. It's settled like this, you help us solve today's task, and we help you enter the city to find a ship."

Zelin glanced at the pile of corpses in the distance. There were about thirty corpses. It is estimated to be a nearby village. He nodded, "Well, you'd better stay away from here temporarily, throw away your clothes and burn them, and then take a good shower."

The people who were carrying the corpses were relieved. They took off the leather wrapped outside and threw them into the pile of corpses. Zelin walked over and gestured to the rune of the Ignifa seal. The flames immediately entangled the pile of corpses, and a disgusting smell quickly filled the air.

"We are waiting for you at the nearby Crossroads Inn."

"Wait, where is the farm?"

The soldier with the mustache turned around while walking outside, and pointed his finger behind him, "Go all the way south from here, and the tallest building is."

The soldiers and the hired coachman left here as if fleeing. Zelin stood by the pile of corpses. He waited until the flames continued to burn more and more. After the gust of wind was not extinguished, he walked along with poplar trees. Walked in the direction of the farm.

Who could have imagined that just a few days ago, Zelin was still close to Willen, discussing where the plague would eventually spread with a few others. But now, the speed of the plague was much faster than him. He had just arrived at Vizima, and the plague had spread here a few days ago. He walked through a village on both sides of the road. The door of the cottage was closed. Only the two chickens in the corral chuckled a few times when the stranger passed by.