The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Well, let me ask one first, where is the fisherman king?"

"He and the goddess, going out, not temporarily."

"Out?" Zelin raised his eyebrows unexpectedly. The goddess will still go out, he never thought it would be like this. "Where did she go? I remember there are several places in the south where she worships her, Tousent? Or... other places that I don't know?"

"A place that mortals can never reach."

"...Leave this world?"

The half-murloc priest stared at the demon hunter with his yellow round eyes, and it gently shook the fish whiskers. "Don’t tell me. Widge Morob, the goddess knows, the goddess understands, she said, you will come, for The plague, you must come."

"Then she is right, I am indeed here for the plague." Zelin scratched his cheek. He has never been immune to the things that the gods and gods talk about, although many prophecies were finally confirmed to be interpreted by later generations. It's too exaggerated, but for the gods, it is better for them to still have a sense of awe. Especially when they are right in front of you and can be seen and touched.

"She said, the plague, you will understand, where, where, and who it comes from, we won't understand, ordinary people won't understand."

"I am an ordinary person too."

Zelin sighed after looking at each other for a few seconds between the slender vertical pupils of the demon hunter and the yellowish eyes of the half-murloc.

"Okay, okay, I may be a little different. But that doesn't explain the problem. Tell me, when will the goddess return to Black Seagull Island again?"

Obviously, the half-murloc had already answered his second question. This plague does not come from a half-murloc society, or a certain aquatic intelligent creature, at least not from a plague that spreads from the ocean to the land, but from a place that people don’t know or understand. Place. But he can't tell Rasti to them with such words. You don't understand the plague, so don't think about curing the disease or looking for the source of the plague.

"I don't know."

"Don't you know?"

The murloc priest nodded its fish head.

"Uh, in this case, do you know anything about the plague? Do you know the source of the plague?" If you don't know the source, prevention and control will naturally be impossible. The plague has spread to Vizima, and then continues to the inland, which is Ailand, which is closely connected with Mahakam, as well as Novigrad, Osenfurt, and Tritog. Judging by the spread of this plague, if they cannot find the source, it is estimated that the plague will spread to the east of the Mahakam Mountains within a few months.

At that time, if the plague spreads, Zelin may be ready to let those from another world in the castle take refuge in a safe world. They still don't know how the plague spread. Only to go to a safe world, Zelin can rest assured, such as Skyrim.

... Skyrim?

Suddenly, the demon hunter thought of something.

When in Osenfurt, he once felt that different worlds have the same human beings, and humans have the same way of thinking and behavior. I remember that Professor Toddiff from Winterhold College also planned to write a description and arrive. The book on how to survive in a strange environment is based on a different world.

Since they are both human beings, there are similarities in their bodies. At least the bodies of Dragonborn and Francesca seem to be the same in essence. The alchemy potion from Skyrim is still effective in this world.

Maybe he can try, Skyrim's healing potion?

It may be effective, or it may not be effective, even if it only serves as a preventive effect.

"Witch Morob?"

The question of the half-murloc priest brought back Zelin's thoughts.

"Nothing, I just thought of something. The goddess didn't tell you, when will she show up again?"

"She said she will show up."

After listening to the priest's words, Zelin sighed, "I don't understand, when did the fairies in the lake become reluctant to speak directly." The demon hunter still remembers the vision of the goddess Freya, and he doesn't understand it now. What is the reason for this widely worshipped **** to let him see the illusion of the end of the world, just to warn him that Hoarfrost is approaching?

The murloc muttered in its own language, "Your language is too verbal, she said, you will see her soon. The murloc, related, plague."

"How fast? Time waits for no one. You mean, the half-murloc knows the source of the plague? Do you know the source of the plague?...Wait, what sound is this?"

The half-murloc raised his head, his swollen eyeballs rolled in his eye sockets, and his face covered with fish whiskers and pustules showed a look of horror.

"They're here, they're here again. Widk Morobull! Viktoruch, Chelufal! They're here!"

Soon, the demon hunter heard the sticky sound of the mucus-filled fins twisting in the lawn, and the screams of the villagers outside.

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Introduction:

A Lich player talks and laughs (fifty-five percent) daily with other game world leaders in modern society.

There is no little JJ in this character!

This is a very serious BOSS fighting novel (probably)

The first thousand and eighty-three chapters night attack

"Monster! Monster!"

The villagers’ warnings and screams were mixed. The wind mixed with the disgusting fishy smell blew in from the shutters of the hotel, and the candlelight on the table swayed, making the shadow projected on the ground strange and distorted. I don't know who lit the bonfire, and the fire suddenly illuminated the vicinity of the hotel.

Zelin grabbed the silver swords that were placed on the table together, brushed them out, "You hide here, don't go out, I'll deal with them."

The mud village was shrouded in shadow. The dark clouds blocked the moonlight. Zelin only saw the light yellow fish eyes running in the shadows. The half-murloc's eyes exuded faint fluorescence. It is said that they can still see in the dark as humans do in the day. The villagers held pitchforks and looked at the shadows moving in the darkness beyond the firelight in panic. These monsters hiding in the shadows seem to be able to attack from the shadows at any time.

Zelin raised his hand and drew out the rune of Ignifa Seal. The nearby trees burst out with a dazzling fire, which swallowed the trees in the class. The strength of the sign was beyond the demon hunter's expectation. He was stunned for a moment, but it was not only him who was surprised. The fire light just illuminates the disgusting faces of the half-murlocs.

"They are here!"

"Rocks! Smash them! Don't let them come near!"

The villagers used pitchforks to poke the half-murlocs outside through the fence, forcing them to be unable to approach. Zelin raised his hand and ignited the nearby bushes again. With the blink of an eye, there seemed to be several braziers outside the fence, illuminating the hillside outside the hotel like daylight. The fire dispelled the darkness, and also dispelled the villagers' fear of unknown monsters in the dark. They began to yell at the monsters outside. Seeing that their siege was noticed, these half-murlocs stood up from the lawn on the hillside and rushed towards the inn.

The half-murloc hit the fence. They wanted to jump over the fence, but the pitchfork poked them back. The pitchfork has no disadvantage in distance at least when it is against the half-murloc's two-handed scythe. Half of the murloc hit a fence, but then someone picked up the torch from the campfire and threw it toward the gap. The burning torch quickly formed a hot wall of fire on the ground.

"Devil hunter, back! Back!"

Zelin believed the young man who had warned him, so he held the hilt of the sword, without looking back, he swept straight behind. He swung his sword vigorously and bounced the short spear that attacked him, and then using the momentum of this counterattack, he jumped back and turned around in mid-air, towards the monster that was full of sharp teeth, like a fish, and like a lizard. Cut off his mouth. The monster opened its mouth silently and fell into the grass. The dark blood came out quickly.

"They're around! They're around!"

The half-murlocs did not know when they surrounded this place. The heat wave from the height of the campfire made them unbearable, but they began to attack the inn. These murlocs wore strange helmets and wore armors that looked like they were covered in patina. Zelin raised his hand, and an Alderfa Seal knocked back the half-murloc who had jumped in front of him. The monster stepped back and tripped on the corpse that had fallen here just now. Zelin walked over and stabbed it to death.

The villagers are leaning against the bonfire, which seems to be the situation when humans first arrived here a thousand years ago. The village was attacked by monsters, and people used flames to fight them. The dark night is always the world of monsters, no matter how many years there will be no exceptions.

One villager was out of touch with the others, and he and another were forced to retreat to the trees near the inn, and they could only wave their pitchforks indiscriminately to resist the two half-murlocs who came around. Zelin looked around, he walked over in two steps, grabbed a harpoon that fell on the ground, and threw it over like a javelin. The harpoon drew an arc in mid-air and hit the back of a half-murloc, and the front end of the harpoon came out of the slender fish's mouth. The villagers took advantage of the short loss of the other half of the murloc because of the sudden death of their companions, and thrust forward forcefully, piercing the pitchfork into the enemy's abdomen.

"Devil hunter, help us!"

On the front, when the villagers retreated near the bonfire, these half-murlocs stopped. A half-murloc whose dress and size was obviously different from the others of the same race pushed away the person in front of him. It wielded a two-handed hammer. He rushed over and knocked out a young and strong guy who was in front of him with one blow, and the pitchfork in the young man's hand was cut into two pieces. He flew upside down, hit the outside wall of the hotel and fell down, rolling on the ground twice before stopping.

"Eric!"

A villager let out a heart-piercing cry.

"You guys get out of the way."