The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The soldier stretched his waist and spit on the reed bank beside him. He pointed to the dam terminal, then closed his eyes again, and began to doze off while on duty.

Zelin glanced at the pier on the other side. The ferry cables were tied to the pier. The five ferry boats docked side by side made faint clashes in the slightly tumbling waves.

If you want to cross the lake, punt yourself.

The demon hunter almost understood this. Sometimes, communicating with some humans is no more time and effort than communicating with trolls.

Zelin walked over and untied the cable. Fortunately, he knew how to take a boat, so that the boat could swim in the water instead of spinning in the reeds on the shore.

There was a lingering mist on the lake, and the reeds swayed slightly under the percussion of the drizzle. The area of ​​Lake Vizima is very large. There are moist swamps and rainforests nearby, which obstruct the road from other directions to here. If you want to go to the villages on the lake shore, you only have to take a ferry. This actually makes the lake shore. The gloomy waters of China have become isolated villages.

The reflection of a city appeared in the fog. Zelin knew this. The reflection of the city on Lake Vizima is a spectacle here, and it often attracts outsiders. The last time he came to look for the fairy in the lake, the ferryman here had been talking with him about the things here. The last time he stayed at the Nidi Village Inn, he saw many tourists who were going to watch the beautiful scenery of the magic city on the night of the full moon. However, today, when the plague is rampant, there are no tourists on the shore to watch this scene.

Suddenly, he put down the boat and put his hand on the hilt of the sword.

He heard a certain sound. When the canoe drove to the center of the lake, there was mist in all directions, and the black shadows in the white mist outlined the outline of the shore. At first, he thought he had heard it wrong, the sound of rain and wind mixed together, causing his ears to misjudge. Soon, he realized that was not the case. The sound came from below, from the water. It was heavy, dull, and faint at the same time, but very clear.

"Oh... this is not good."

Zelin held the sword in one hand and rode the boat in the other hand and continued to drive towards the shore. The huge statue of the fairy in the lake was clearly visible in the mist. He has been here not long ago and knows the way here. The fairy in the lake told him to go to the south and find what he deserves. Although he did find it, he didn't know if it was really what he wanted to find.

Suddenly, his canoe shook abruptly, and Zelin spread his legs to maintain his balance.

In the next moment, the extremely calm lake exploded, and water splashed on the demon hunter, but compared with these splashing water droplets, the creatures emerging from the water attracted Zelin's attention more. A murloc with round eyes suddenly jumped out of the water. Holding a long-handled sickle in his hand, he swept towards the demon hunter in mid-air. Then, the burst of air flow caused him to fly backwards faster than he leaped.

But the number of monsters is definitely more than one. He doesn't know why these half-murlocs will suddenly attack the human ferry, but this does not prevent him from dealing with them. Another monster emerged from the tumbling waves. It grabbed the edge of the ferry, and then more finned arms hit under the ferry and began to shake the ship frantically. Seeing this, Zelin jumped directly from the boat. Instead of being thrown off by the swaying boat, he could as well jump into the water by himself and still retain the initiative for the time being.

At the moment he jumped away, a large piece of the ferry's board was snapped off, and the boat that entered the water sank quickly, and the sinking speed was very fast. After a few seconds, only a section of the stern was left.

About five half-murlocs holding sawtooth sickles swam towards the demon hunters from underwater, maybe in the water, not many people can fight against these ocean-ruling races. Zelin didn't choose to set up the ebony blade, but with the other hand, he took out the crossbow from behind. In a short while, the pale blue water surface was stained red with a smear of blood, and gradually spread. Several half-murloc corpses floated up, and under the influence of the current, floated towards the west bank of the lake.

About ten meters away from the place where the half-murloc corpse floated, the surface of the water exploded again. The demon hunter swam up, he wiped his eyes, and erased the water that was flowing into the eyes from the wrinkles in the corners of Ze Ze's eyes. He turned his head and glanced at the half-murloc corpse behind, and after confirming that there were no other half-murloc attackers nearby, he looked around, and then swam towards the shore indicated by the fairy statue in the lake.

The first thousand and eighty-one chapters after the attack

The wet clothes stuck to him, making him feel as if he had just crawled out of the mud. A gust of wind came, and he took off his gloves and boots, emptying the water inside. At least he couldn't let himself walk on the cobblestone road, it was as difficult as walking in a muddy beach.

No half-murlocs caught up, maybe it was just a few attackers. Zelin did not understand why the half-murlocs, who have always been peaceful, would suddenly attack humans, half-murlocs and merfolks. Generally speaking, as long as humans do not go to the ocean to provoke them, they will not emerge from the bottom of the sea to attack humans, because land There is no conflict between the upper race and the ocean race in terms of living space. Humans cannot occupy the ocean, and the land has no meaning to these marine races.

Under the altar statue of the fairy in the lake, he did not see the friendly half-murloc priest.

The statue stood on the bank, there was no shelter nearby, the demon hunter turned around twice, and there was no sign of any priest. There were some messy footprints near the altar. On the nearby cobblestone road, Zelin squatted down. After careful inspection, he found some unusual footprints among the traces left by a group of human pilgrims.

Three toes, flat, and traces of fins. This must be the footprints of a half-murloc. It is impossible for the rubber bottom of human boots to leave such a trace.

He raised his head, and the water dripped along his chin.

The steps of the footprints are very large, with different depths. The half-murloc priest must have escaped because of something. It walked in a hurry. The broom for cleaning the altar was thrown on the ground. It seemed that it was attacked. The tribute was knocked to the ground. The flowers placed on the altar by the believers were thrown on the ground and trampled on the ground at will. Before leaving, Zelin, Bend down and reposition the offering. He didn't know who would dare to blaspheme altars and statues near the Black Seagull Island where the fairies are located, but it's not like local people did it. They are all devout followers of fairies.

The ground on the shore was very wet, and the traces left on it were clearly visible. After leaving the vicinity of the altar, the footprints spread all the way to the west. Zelin passed by the fisherman king's hut, but the door of the hut was closed, and the ferry to Black Seagull Island disappeared.

At the intersection of the three-way intersection, Zelin saw a pterodactyl who was eating goats. There is a pterodactyl tribe on a nearby island. Fortunately, this pterodactyl is obviously full of food and drink, and thinks that the prey in his hand is much more delicious than the demon hunter, so he took his food and flew away. Up.

"Damn... the traces here are destroyed."

The pterodactyl's predation activities made the lawn and mud near the Sancha Road a mess. Zelin surveyed there for a long time before finally confirming that the footprints of the suspected half-murloc priest finally disappeared in the mud leading to the mud. The road in the direction of the village.

Why would a half-murloc priest choose to go to a human village?

He can't guess what the result is now, but as long as he can find the half-murloc priest, Zelin will know what happened in the half-murloc, and whether the plague from the ocean is related to the half-murloc. The absence of the fisherman king, the half-murloc attack, and the plague, so many abnormal things mixed together, based on past experience, stringing all abnormal things together is almost the truth of the incident, but now, he has clues on hand Too little.

On the road leading to the village, Zelin noticed more strange footprints, mostly traces left by half murlocs, which gave him a bad premonition. It is impossible for a murloc priest who is running fast to leave so many footprints, nor can he wander back and forth. The only explanation that can be drawn is that when the murloc priest fled, there were other murlocs following. It.

Upon seeing this, the demon hunter ran towards the lakeside village.

On the way, he saw the destroyed fence, the road sign was destroyed, and half of the wooden planks were left drooping down, and the last few letters of the muddy village could be vaguely seen. Not far away was a cemetery. The tomb of Nidi Village was opened. Two ghouls were digging the corpses around the tomb, as if they had heard footsteps. The ghouls raised their heads and screamed, but Zelin did not care. Of them, he ran directly to the muddy village. After crossing a hill along the road, the muddy village below came into view.

The Nidi Village is divided into two areas. They are located on both sides of the hills. One area is home to more than a dozen farmhouses. On the other side is a larger hotel to welcome guests who come here for sightseeing. But now, the inn has become crumbling, one corner has completely collapsed, and the horse shed behind the inn seems to be burned down, and there are wisps of choking black smoke in the rainy day. The attack occurred at least a day ago. The flames had been extinguished. Standing on the side of the hillside, Zelin could not see the traces of the battle. It should have been cleared once.

A few villagers holding pitchforks stood outside the fence of the inn, seeing the demon hunters walking out of the mist, they clenched their weapons.

"The person in front, stop! Report your identity!"

"I'm a demon hunter, I'm coming from Vizima." Zelin raised his hand and signaled that he had no weapons. This is a unique method of the demon hunter, which can show that he is not hostile, but at the same time, if the other party thinks that they are not holding a weapon in their hand and want to attack, the seal that has been prepared in their hand can hit the other party by surprise.

"Get closer, get closer!"

Zelin walked two steps forward. After the villagers behind the fence could see the visitors clearly with their alert eyes, the villagers put down the pitchforks they raised, and a young and strong guy walked over from behind the fence.

"Did the village chief let you come? Where is the village chief?"

"You are the first people I met after I came here. I haven't seen your village chief." Ze Lin spread his hands. "I just wanted to come here to seek the enlightenment of the fairy in the lake, but I didn't see anyone, so I wanted to come to Didi Village. I've been here once."

Last time, Zelin came here to meet with Philippa Erhardt, although that meeting did not get any valuable results.

"Our village chief said that he is going to the city to find a demon hunter. There are crazy half-murlocs attacking us. We must hire a demon hunter to deal with the creatures that live in the water." The young villager said. Zelin explained, "You are also a demon hunter? How do you prove yourself?"

Before Zelin could say anything, a crappy common language squeezed out from behind the villagers.

"I can...prove...Witch Morobull! I remember him, Morobull, the Demon Hunter."

A half murloc squeezed out from the crowd, it was the priest Zelin was looking for.

"You... Widge Morubl, Gurabro, Kokuraku... Goddess, tell, Widge Morubl... and the plague. Before she leaves."

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ps: I have had a fever these few days, and there are only two updates for the time being. I will resume updating when my body recovers.

The first thousand and eighty-two chapters of the plague

Half-murlocs will hide in human villages.

This is definitely a huge discovery for some researchers. At least those scholars who argue about whether the half-murloc can survive long time out of the water can stop. The half-murloc priest in front of him is not only alive, but alive.

"Why did you come here? I was attacked by your kinsman on the road. What's the matter with them? I came to you to ask, about the plague, is there such a thing in your society, An infectious disease that can make people bleed under the skin?"

Sitting in the lobby of the hotel in Nidi Village, Zelin said all his questions in a brainstorming manner. The demon hunter promised to the people here that when he stayed here, if he was attacked, he would help them to tide over the difficulties. Zelin also handed the potion sent by Jabi Gelto to the villagers here. The eldest daughter, Alina, accepted the potion and expressed gratitude to Zelin, but they were really silent about the direction of the potion.

I have to say that the local residents always have kindness in the place where the nymphs in the lake represent virtues. Although the crazy murloc attacked them, they accepted the priest's request.

In underwater society, many half-murlocs do not want to believe in lake fairies, but choose to believe in Dagon instead. As the priest of the fairy in the lake, this half-merur could only find a way to escape after his own clan appeared, and only after the devotees of Dagon left, could he return to clean up the altar again.

"Wicky Morobull, answer, one."

The half-murloc priest raised his head wearing the goggles, and the swollen yellowish fish eyes were soaked in the water in the goggles. Just as it is difficult for humans to open their eyes in the water, they also feel uncomfortable in the air.

Zelin took a deep breath.