The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Zelin held the sword and walked towards the monster that was twice the size of an ordinary murloc and was about two meters tall.

He looked at the monster's eyes, which were a pair of fish eyes that glowed with opal light. Their irises looked like drops of water, shining with cold, metallic light. Those eyes did not express anything, nor did they reveal any emotions. What attracts the most attention is the logo on the bronze armor on his chest.

Devotees of Dagon.

Could it be that the evil **** Dagon is behind this plague?

He didn't know, and now is not the time to consider these.

"Gurukrasou Kuru!"

The half murloc shouted, spitting out fishy saliva. It stared at the demon hunter who was walking towards it, and waved its two-handed hammer. Zelin's eyes scanned the neighborhood calmly. After confirming that the opponent's challenge was not for the half-murloc who was lying in ambush nearby, he put away the silver sword and waved the ebony blade in his hand in response.

It said to Zelin in crappy lingua franca. "Priest, hand it over! Human beings will not die!"

Zelin glanced back at the villagers surrounding the campfire.

"We will not surrender to them." A villager said, "Help us, Demon Hunter."

"We will never sell it in exchange for peace, monster!"

The demon hunter turned his head and shook his head at the half of the murloc. "I am like them, and I don't like Dagon either."

The half-murloc roared, saliva from his mouth hit his face. Zelin showed a disgusting look and flicked his shoulders. "This is my favorite dress."

The sledgehammer smashed down with the howling sound. The half-murloc's movements were fast, but Zelin's movements were faster. He stepped forward suddenly. It seemed that he had only moved slightly, but just avoided the blow. The demon hunter swung a knife with lightning speed, and the half-murloc and Zelin passed by. Then, the half-murloc took two steps forward, and the severed brass breastplate clinked and fell to the ground.

The huge body of the giant half murloc crashed to the ground.

For a while, there was silence here.

But this silence did not last long, and it was the roar of more half-murlocs that broke it. The dark shadows on the hillside not far away were crowded with the half-fish crowd approaching here.

But what Zelin noticed was not this, but the neighing of the horses.

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The shadows on the hillside were moving fast, like dark clouds floating from the horizon.

But this is not a dark cloud.

Hundreds of armed half-murlocs are rushing down the **** toward the mud village. Maybe these are all the half-murlocs living near Lake Vizima. The dark clouds blocked the moonlight, but the firelight illuminated the place. The sight of the demon hunter was very good. He saw in the forefront, the chest of a murloc wearing a cloth, decorated with the runes of a multi-eyed octopus, which was the symbol of the King of Water.

Perhaps it is more appropriate to call it the evil **** Dagon.

"Everyone, everybody, go back to the hotel!"

Zelin held the silver sword and stared at the half-murloc who rushed down from the hillside, his bubbling eyeballs, his rickety body exuding a nauseating stench, and the air seemed to have turned into the salty and wet smell of sea water.

"What about you? Demon hunter?"

"I will find a way to deal with them. Go back and stay in there for me before I call you out!" The demon hunter raised his head and drank the potion. He took a deep breath, his sense of taste became numb under the bitterness of the potion, as if the stench brought by the oncoming Dagong believers had become insignificant. The lavender lines and the hormones stimulated by the potion made him widen his eyes, and his slender vertical pupils shrank into a line. A half-murloc rushed towards him, he waved his hand violently, and the half-murloc was thrown out and fell into the burning bush. The piercing screams and the vibrations of running have combined into a strange symphony.

The other half of the murloc took advantage of the moment when the demon hunter used the seal, and rushed over from the other side. But the runes on the mentor's griffon armor made Zelin still energetic after using a common law seal. He shook his hand in turn, and the second half murloc shook his limbs and hit a stout poplar tree, blood splattered, and the ugly fish head was shattered.

The murloc priest came out with his cane, and he squeezed through the crowd who was retreating into the house. "You, don't, do this. Because of me. I serve the fairies of the lake and I am not afraid of Dagon. You, them, Witchmore Robb, you, Wik, Wik."

"It has nothing to do with you."

Zelin took a sip, and the ancient runes on the silver sword emitted a harsh orange light. Few blacksmiths still master the craftsmanship of forging silver swords for demon hunters and hunters. It is not that no one knows how to forge meteorite iron, but few craftsmen know how to carve these ancient runes on the sword.

"You thought there were so many armed half-murlocs, they were just coming to you." The demon hunter raised his sword and pointed at the approaching monsters. "Do you think that if you surrender to them, they will let go of the village here? Let go of this village that worships the lake god? The temple of Dagon is nearby."

The statue of the fairy in the lake is in the dark water, but the goddess has always lived in the pool of Black Seagull Island, and the other end of the Black Seagull Island opposite to the pool is the temple of Dagon, the Lord of Water.

"Go back, priest, go back."

Zelin stared at these half-murlocs, they were only two hundred meters away from the fence.

"We can stop them!" a villager shouted to the demon hunter. About twenty young and strong villagers held pitchforks around the hard outside wall of the inn. "Let the elderly, children and women in, and we will help. You, demon hunter."

The cane of the half-murloc priest hit the ground hard. "It has nothing to do with you, Widge Morob."

"No, it has something to do with me." Zelin set up his sword, and he could already see the ugly fish faces, the fine teeth in the fish's mouth, and the fishy smell coming over him.

"I am a demon hunter."

The first half murloc directly hit him. It wanted to attack Zelin with a fishing fork, but the stabbing was wrong. Zelin would not give it a second chance to correct its mistakes. The silver sword burst its fish eyes and stabbed it. Pierced its head. The corpse fell to the ground, Zelin stepped over, and a half-murloc aimed at the enemy who appeared in front of him, but the next moment Zelin appeared to its right. The adrenaline stimulating made him feel that everything became so clear and so slow. The silver sword cut the half-murloc's waist up to the spine of the back of the neck.

The half murloc screamed and threw himself on the ground, exploding, and flames burst beside Zelin. The bonfire and burning bushes scattered on the ground formed a wall of fire. Five and a half murlocs were trying to bypass here and attack the inn directly, but a dream of a dragon broke their fantasy. The spreading green mist was instantly ignited under the action of the heat wave, as if a flame monster appeared in mid-air. The blowing wind blew the burning flame towards the half murloc and hit the half head on. Fish in the crowd.

Several arrows flew past the demon hunter, and two hunters in the village climbed to the top of the inn and shot the murloc who was approaching below with their bows and arrows.

The silver sword was danced into a whirlwind, and Zelin seemed to hear the sound of the knight charging. But he didn’t have time for him. The light from the silver sword runes seemed to converge into one piece. The electric light of Arden’s Fayin burst nearby. It was the half-murloc who wanted to go around from the side, just stepping on Zelin. Prepared traps, they were fixed in place, and then the surrounding villagers stabbed to death with pitchforks on the ground.

The villagers ignited the ground around the inn, and the fiery flames made it difficult for the half-murlocs to approach, but what they wanted to dodge more was the deadly sword light. Every time the blade is swung, a corpse will fall. Zelin was injured, but it didn't matter. Griffon armor and Quinn's seal blocked the deadly parts for him. He didn't need to care about the wounds or the enemy's attack. He believed in his armor and seal ability, just as he believed in his own sword.

Armor and sword.

This is his life.

Can a demon hunter without a sword still be called a demon hunter?

It's no different from death.

There was a harsh sound, a chilling sound. On the hillside, it was the priest of Dagon, casting an unknown spell.

Suddenly, Zelin felt as if he was about to fall, his feet were covered with oil, and he seemed to be walking on the ice. He held the sword horizontally in front of him, and the bright light of the runes on the silver sword blocked the spell, but other villagers near him were not so lucky. Zelin saw several villagers not far away fall to the ground, and in the blink of an eye he was overwhelmed by the murloc. The enemy seemed to be suddenly mad, letting the flames on the ground scorch himself, frantically attacking the wooden exterior wall of the hotel, knocking on the shutters, and a gesture of dismantling the house completely.

Zelin swung his sword and chopped down the half murloc who attacked the entrance of the hotel. The other half murloc came up from behind and hugged the demon hunter's waist. Then Zelin felt his shoulder sink and another half murloc. Leaping over, grabbing his shoulders, the fine sharp teeth are about to break on the shoulder armor. He bent down, and the third monster pounced on his back, as if to take the opportunity to completely overwhelm him to the ground. Then, the fourth and fifth came forward.

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With the silver sword propped on the ground, Zelin slapped the Alderfa Seal condensed in his hand to the ground fiercely.

The half murloc who leaped nearby flew out like a flower.

Zelin took a deep breath and placed his hands flat. The flames of Ignifa Seal burst out, igniting the half-murloc and the dry lawn on the ground. Flame, this is the best tool against half-murlocs. The fire drew a dividing line between humans and half-murlocs, but many flames had been extinguished, and there were many more charred corpses on the ground. The number of half-murlocs far exceeds that of humans. Although they are shorter than humans and far less powerful than the residents on the land, facing the siege of such a large number of half-murlocs, everyone will find it difficult to parry and be tired of coping.

The demon hunter came for half a round and pierced the side of the first monster's head with the tip of the sword. Maybe it should be the temple of a human, but Zelin didn't know much about the structure of fish. The second monster rushed towards him with something like a short crescent machete, and he slashed its abdomen with a sword, and the viscous liquid splashed all over him.

The blade slashed from all directions, and Quinn Fayin kept trembling under the attack of the half-murloc. If it is an ordinary person, maybe he is tired and sweating, exhausted. He thanked the mutation that transformed his body more than once, so that nosy people like him would not die in an unknown corner due to trauma and powerful enemies.

The potion stimulated his body to be extremely excited, but the demon hunter's head was so clear, as if he was not the combatant, he was just a person watching by the side. The half-murlocs had probably dropped more than fifty corpses, which actually hindered their offensive. The half-murloc's offense did not slow down, and Zelin didn't know how long the inn behind him could last. They can still rely on their backs here, relying on fences and fires and temporary roadblocks constructed with tables and chairs to resist the attack, but these villagers are not real soldiers after all, although they still retain the consciousness and instinct of fighting monsters in the past.

Two monsters with catfish heads attacked the demon hunter at the same time, from left to right. Zelin was piercing the silver sword into the brass chest of a half-murloc beside him, covering a villager and dragging his injured companion back to the inn. Two dark shadows were seen in the corner of his eyes, and then there was a flash of cold light. He tried it, but the silver sword was hugged tightly by the dying half-murloc and got stuck in his body, so he freed his other hand and grabbed the ebony blade at his waist to stand in front of him. The knife light stopped in front of the dark sword.