The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Find the rope first and get me up. I can't stand this place anymore." The thief sat on the ground and stretched out his hand to Zelin. "When I get it up, I'll tell you what's happening here, my God, this house is going to collapse."

As if verifying the thief's words, the edge of the house was swayed, and the rubble rolled down along the gap, disappearing into the sea of ​​clouds with the blink of an eye. There was a violent shaking somewhere, as if someone was fighting. But this has nothing to do with the demon hunter, maybe the two mutant monsters here are fighting each other. No one knows how many weird creatures there are. Compared with them, the huge vine-like creatures floating in the sky are harmless.

After a lot of effort, Zelin found a working twine and dragged the thief up from the roof below.

Sitting on the city wall, the thief took off the linen cover from his head and breathed greedily the unfresh air.

"Oh, oh, after so long, you are back. You, you saved me again. You haven't become an undead, right? Unbelievable, after so long, you suddenly disappeared and suddenly appeared again." Grelart's cheeks were thin, and his messy gray hair fell on his forehead like a bird's nest. "I, I really don't know what to say, if you don't come, I might be trapped here to die."

"Why did you run there?"

"I found some very good weapons and equipment, and I was about to bring them back to the Fire Passing Sacrifice. As a result, a group of arakkoa and crazy knights suddenly appeared. They blocked me at this corner. I had no choice but to jump. Go to the roof below and hide." Grelart clutched his calf. "I feel my leg broke. Wait, you killed those arakkoa? Maybe, maybe we can retrieve the remaining weapons and equipment. I found a lot of new equipment, but I ran away before A lot of time has fallen. Since the arakkoa here are dead, nothing can hinder us..."

Suddenly, Greirat seemed to have seen something, and his expression of gratefulness instantly turned into panic.

"Oh, damn, damn! Let's find a place to hide!"

"What's the matter?" Zelin helped Greylat to stand up.

"Don't ask for now, and hide! Hurry up!"

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Zelin asked Greirat to lean on him and found an empty tower on the wall. The two quickly hid in, slammed the dusty door into the door frame, and screamed at the same time. The sound is blocked outside.

There was no need for Grelart to explain to Zelin, he had already seen the enemy. A stone sculpture close to three meters in size suddenly moved. Zelin thought it was just a sculpture used to decorate the city wall, just like the sage and sacrificial statues that can be seen everywhere in the city above Losric, but when the gargoyle suddenly appeared, the demon hunter was caught off guard. Fortunately, Greirat knew about these gargoyles. He issued a warning in advance to prevent them from slamming into the arms of the gargoyles.

Greirat was sitting on the ground holding his leg and breaking it apart. His calf has been twisted into a strange angle. It had been broken before, and when he ran away from the gargoyle, he ran into the gravel on the city wall. If there was no other way, Zelin believed that his leg was completely finished.

This tower is like a barracks where soldiers stationed on the city wall in the past. There are several shields hanging on the wall, and the decorations on the shields have faded and faded with time. A few rusty long axes are still inserted on the weapon racks on the corners of the wall, and on the table, the ceramic cups and plates are still the same as the meal. It can be seen that the soldiers guarding here seem to have planned to enjoy the food, but Sudden circumstances made them ran out without even having all the weapons and equipment they were equipped with. And in the innermost part of the room, there is a huge corpse, a knight, but the knight's attire looks very strange-behind the wide armor is decorated with a pair of wings that are extremely incompatible with the size of the armor.

"They...Are they gone?" Grelart asked in a low voice.

Zelin stuck to the door, looked out through the gap between the boards, and then made a quiet gesture to the thief.

The gargoyle outside has not left yet. If it is just a gargoyle, Zelin can deal with it, but when three gargoyles appear on the narrow wall at the same time, it is definitely a foolish choice to stay and fight with them, let alone the deep side. Unpredictable clouds, narrow fighting space and the possibility of falling down at any time. The demon hunter is happy to use the method of falling to solve the enemy, rather than putting himself in such a danger.

There was another deafening roar outside, and the dust on the top of the tower rustled down with the sound. Zelin left the door and jumped to the table under the window, using the height of the table to let himself look out through the stone window of the tower. I saw a flying dragon roaring and fell to the top of the large library. The flames from the dragon's mouth spewed out, sweeping across the city wall, Zelin saw more than a dozen burning fireballs falling from the city wall and disappearing among the row upon row of towers.

"It's really bad here." Zelin rubbed the tip of his nose and turned to look at Greylat who was sitting behind. "How do you think of going to such a place to find loot?"

"The more enclosed the place, the more good things." Grelart coughed heavily, waved his hand and waved away the dust that fell in front of him. "And I have been to the Youxie Church and Ilu Xier, and I can bring back a bunch of things alive. Ah, yes, you may not know, I am now in the fire-transmitting ritual, serving the ashes and the big people inside. . Can you believe it? The Fire Passing Sacrifice Site, I was lucky enough to enter there, and I can still see those mysterious flames. But the things I found before were not very good, and Master Ash rarely buys things from me, so I just thought about coming to the large library. I used to hear people say that the best things in Losric are in the large library and near the king’s courtyard."

"You are too risky, Greirat." Zelin blocked the stone window with a small wooden box, carefully avoiding the bowls on the table, trying not to touch them and make unnecessary noises. He didn't know how the gargoyle found the enemy, so he could only try to avoid disturbing them again. There are too many of these gargoyles, not to mention those gargoyle sculptures sitting motionless on the edge of the city wall within sight. If these sculptures come alive at the same time and attack in one direction, only a few intruders will not be able to stop them. "How about the Ferdinand Cavaliers?"

The demon hunter still remembers the knight who believed in the sun. When he first arrived, he received a lot of help.

Greirat lowered his head and was silent for a while.

"He died and committed suicide before becoming a living corpse."

It's not the best answer, but it's not an unexpected answer.

"How is that village?"

"How? What else? They all turned into living corpses, but fortunately, Master Ash made everyone lie back in the cemetery obediently. And the knight's pot of plain soup also helped Master Ash Help." The thief said calmly, maybe after seeing so many deaths, it's hard to feel sad anymore. "But that village has disappeared, so that's good, at least the dirty things in Los Rickle won't run out. But you, why did you come here?"

"I arrived at the fire-spreading sacrificial ground, and someone told me that you have left the sacrificial ground for a long time and have not returned, so I came to you. Have you ever seen a Darkmoon Sword named Siris here? Knight? I have been looking for her, but I can't find a clue or whereabouts of her."

Greirat thought for a while, and shook his head surely.

"I've been to almost all the places here, except for the top, which should be the cathedral where His Royal Highness the Second Prince lives. I haven't seen any Darkmoon Sword. But there is a big brother in a red headscarf who helps me when he passes by. A few living corpses were drawn away, what a good person. And you are here at the right time."

Greirat exhaled long. "It just so happens that we can fix this together, we can get back the most valuable equipment here. Do you know the dragon hunter armor? I heard that it is the armor that can be worn by heroes who can deal with flying dragons, I heard There is an armor of this kind stored near the large library. We can go in and find it. By the way, I came here with a mage before, and I also asked him to help me pay attention. Have you seen him? Called Oubeck , Is the master of magic from Peterheim."

"You must be crazy." Zelin waved his hand firmly at Grelart, which was absolutely impossible. "You have also seen, gargoyles, dragons, crazy knights, living corpse soldiers, heretics and abysses, as well as creatures floating in the sky that do not know what they are. Fortunately, they have not attacked us for the time being. We must leave as soon as possible. It won’t last long here. The city of Losric has collapsed, and it will collapse soon. I have a banner that can summon porters and get us out of here. I met the mage you mentioned, I I don’t know if he can leave, or if he wants to leave, but I don’t want to stay here for another second."

"Wait, wait, we have come here, and have avoided so much trouble, and you have two swords, and you know how to use them. We will definitely succeed if we act together, and the treasure is waiting in front of us. We." Seeing that Zelin was about to stand up and leave, Greirat waved his hand quickly. He wanted to stand up with him, but the broken leg made him sit back again.

"Look at you now, you can't walk normally, let alone find some treasure, you will only lose your life here." Zelin spread his hand. "Wait a while, when I am sure that the gargoyles will not appear again, I will call the porter. What kind of evil did you have, and what treasure do you want to find?"

"Just take it as I beg you, only this time, we will leave as soon as we find the dragon hunting armor." Grelart waved his hand and pleaded. "It's very close to our place, and it won't take long to get there. I am familiar with the city of Los Creek, I know the way, and it's like my back garden."

"There won't be a dragon in the back garden, there won't be a gargoyle, and your servants will not try to kill you." Zelin shook his head. "I had a few friends, and they are just like you. For a pile of treasures in the mountains, you almost killed everyone. You really can’t find any more treasures now. Go back to the fire sacred place. Someone is worried about you, and your friend Paige is coming to you. , But also disappeared."

The sacrificial ground was still safe, and when he sent Greirat back to the sacrificial ground, there was no need to worry about the rest. In the end, only Siris is left. The demon hunter does not know what happened to Siris and where he went. If he has not found a clue here, he can only go to the nearby Fortress of Français and the underground of Casas. Go to the grave.

Greirat looked at his broken leg and lowered his head, as if he had been taken away from his body. "I know, I know, I can't do these things anymore. But... I just, I don't want to be a humble mouse on the street until I die..."

Zelin looked at Grelart's sad face.

He understood why Grelart insisted on staying, not because of greed for money, nor was it like Thorin's dragon disease.

A thief, Zelin knew Greirat before arriving at the fire-spreading sacrificial site. Compared with the people in the fire-passing sacrifice ground, the identity of a thief is obviously a bit too humble. Maybe he once wanted to do something else, just like when the Ferdinand Knight planned to introduce him to Losric as a guard, but the flame extinguishment disrupted all plans, until he can now rely on his own ability to help the world. Continue to contribute.

Compared with the dream of getting ahead, is life so important?

Maybe not that important.

Zelin walked over and patted Grelart on the shoulder. "Don't be sad, we are only leaving temporarily, and you said hunting dragon armor, I know there is a place where there are many famous warriors, I have some friendship with the strongest warriors there, maybe I can send you there and find some The equipment is as good as the dragon hunting armor, so maybe when Ash defeats the two Losric princes, he will be wearing the armor you found for it."

"Do you know that kind of place?" Greylat raised his head and asked in disbelief. "Aren't you lying to me?"

"I basically don't lie." Zelin took the thief by the arm and asked him to stand up. "Well, we should go now."

Chapter 1448 The Whereabouts of Siris

In the end, Zelin did not find any trace of Gael near the large library.

Grelart thinks Gale may have left, although he, like Zelin, can't figure out how Gale left this island. But since Ereder hides many unknown secrets, maybe Gale also has some way to fly or teleport to avoid the collapsed area.

"I, this is definitely a return journey that people will never forget."

Until he was caught by the big bird and returned to the fire-passing sacrificial place, when he stood on the roof of the sacrificial place, Greyrat's remaining intact leg was still trembling. For the person who was caught flying for the first time, the thief performed well, at least not because of his subconscious struggle to make him fall. But when he first saw a huge eagle leaping towards him, the thief hid subconsciously, and almost made the stupid bird think that there was only one person to take away this time. If Grelart was left in the large library because of this kind of thing, Zelin really didn't know what to say.

He supported Grelart and walked into the fire-spreading sacrificial field. Following the thief’s instructions, Zelin helped him to send him back to where he was before—a remote corner below, and there are piles of his previously searched places nearby. Weapons and equipment.

Paggy didn't know where he went, but he still didn't come back. Obek returned, sitting in his pile of books, looking down at the book, and looking up at Zelin's appearance, he just raised his head and looked at the page again. Obviously, even if he did not stay in the large library, Obek still brought back a bunch of books for research.

The blacksmith was still hitting the iron felt, and the old conjurer flipped through a yellowed spell book, and from time to time he used his fingers to write and draw on the ground beside him. Rudos supported his chin with both hands, and seemed to fall into a deep sleep, but from time to time he gave out a burst of dreams. Obviously, the pain caused by the fire transmission made him unable to sleep peacefully. The fire girl sits quietly by the bonfire with a spiral sword, like a finely carved statue. In a remote and damp passage, Zelin heard that it was where Yulia of Rondoll was. But Yulia is not here, otherwise the Demon Hunter would like to have a good chat with her and find out what Freid is doing.

Ashes have not yet returned to the sacrificial field, and everything in the sacrificial field is still proceeding safely. The outside world has long been riddled with holes, becoming dangerous and unfamiliar, but only here, in the fire-spreading sacrificial ground, looking at familiar faces, looking at this never-changing sacrificial ground, this whole world, maybe Only here can you get a trace of peace.

"When Paggy comes back, he might have seen the person you were looking for." Grelart leaned back against the wall and sat on the ground, returning to the fire-passing sacrificial place to relax his whole body. "My legs? Don't worry, it's estimated that it will recover in two days. You see, I have become an undead. The characteristic of an undead is that it can recover quickly, even if it is suffered, it is for ordinary people. No fatal wound will die."

"You ask, why my legs are not good? It's because of the hunting amulet. A soldier who turned into a living corpse on the city wall threw the hunting amulet at me. This thing can limit the undead's recovery ability. When the magic effect of this amulet disappears, I will be able to recover. At that time, I might even try to find the knight of the Dark Moon Sword for you. Is it a male or female?"

"The name Siris is of course a female knight." Zelin chuckled lightly. "I don't know what Hiris would think when someone thought her name would be a male knight."