The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Then I will try to keep them from hearing as much as possible."

Zelin closed the diary and put it in the parcel again. Geralt has come to the side of the ship, and Zoltan is still counting his boxes, hoping that nothing is left.

This is by no means an easy trip.

When the demon hunters' boats crossed the Pontal Valley and reached Upper Aden, they got the latest news from the fishermen in the fishing village on the shore.

The war between Aden and Kodwin inevitably broke out.

It is said that there was a duel between the two sides, a prince and a king, in a duel under the witness of the people and the gods, the winner will get to Aden. But unfortunately, there was no winner in the duel, and a sudden magical disaster interrupted everything. The place where they were was a battlefield. Two years ago, the sorcerer Sabina killed three thousand soldiers in an instant with magic, and the remaining bones were still scattered randomly on the valley and plain. As a result, when the duel was in progress, the sky suddenly turned blood red, countless demon spirits crawled out of the ground, and the souls of the dead reappeared again, restarting the war that had already ended. The entire valley is shrouded in the mist of demon spirits. Anyone who steps into the mist will be involved in the tragic war two years ago and get lost in it until they are killed by the soldiers of the demon spirit.

The duel was forced to stop, King Hensett escaped under the **** of two warlocks around him, while Prince Sdennis and Sakia the Dragon Slayer were unexpectedly assisted by the sorcerer Philippa Ahart. Escape to life.

The fishermen are not telling lies.

"Look at that sky, god, this is the end."

Dandrien stood on the side of the boat and looked out. The distant sky was dyed blood red by the floating chaos and death magic. Under the clouds, the thick mist is like morning mist in a swamp, and noon sun can not penetrate this seemingly thin mist.

"Do you know what's going on? Damn, if the mist of the demon spirit keeps in front of Fjian, we will never be able to enter the city." Zoltan looked at Zelin and Geralt. "You are demon hunters, do you know how to dispel this spell?"

"No one can guarantee what he can do." Zelin frowned. The fishermen said that the demon spirits who died in battle have come back to life again, and they want to avenge the living and the people who pushed them to death in the past, because Hensett is here. It is also said that the soul of Sabina, the sorcerer, is still wandering in this land, seeking revenge for the person who killed and sentenced her to death, that is, King Hensett of Kodwin. It seems that no matter what people think, this matter has something to do with Hensett.

But he knew who killed Sabina. If Sabina's soul is still in this land, then she also knows that the person who killed him back then is coming again.

"Find out what's going on so that we can find a way to lift the curse." Geralt put down his hand. "But I think the people of Fojian might not hope that someone will lift the curse so quickly. Look over there, that is Hensett’s barracks. Six thousand soldiers are stationed on the shore. If there is no mist of demon spirits, this army might now be afraid. Already appeared under the wall of Forge."

"Where are you going next?" the elf helmsman asked loudly. "Continue to dock?"

"Drop," Zelin said. "Just find a safe place to dock."

"Where are we going?" Zoltan asked.

"Go to Hensett's barracks first and meet Roche." Geralt suggested. "Find out what happened here, and then decide how to find the Kingslayer."

"I really don't want to go to Hensett's camp. The thought of Hensett's prejudice against non-human races makes my shoulders itchy." Zoltan scratched the back of his head. "By the way, Zelin, what did the diary you found on the sunken ship write in? Don't you want a copy of the contents in this box?"

"No, this diary records that there is a sunken ship nearby."

Zelin shook the crumpled notebook in his hand. "If it's correct, it should be nearby."

When the fishing boat docked, Zelin handed the agreed reward to the helmsman, and then got off the boat. Geralt was already waiting on the shore, while Dandrien and Zoltan had to carry their boxes. Not only the treasure found in the shipwreck, but also the treasure they moved from the floating port. Zoltan is going to move to Fojian. The contents of the box were originally intended to stay in Tanshan after he got married, but unfortunately, his first The second desire to settle down was shattered again. The last time was in Vizima. If he could just ignore the starving non-human beings detained in the old city, he might find a stable job in Vizima, such as a miner and a blacksmith's helper. Something like that.

But can a hopeless altruist find a place where he can live steadily for a long time in such a land?

I'm afraid it will be difficult.

Waving farewell to the elves, watching the fishing boat turning back to the floating port, Zelin and his team took a step forward and walked towards the camp wall that stretched across the horizon in the distance. The one-meter-high wooden fence across the river beach, from east to west, almost occupies the entire river beach. And this is just one camp in Kodwin, and there are more camps on the other side of the hillside. In the distance, the hillside was originally a pine forest, but now only bare rocks and gray stumps remain. There will be a guard tower every ten meters on the fence, and the guards on it monitor the wind and grass near the camp. When the team approached the camp, the sentry above immediately spotted them.

"Stop! Show your identity!"

"We are demon hunters, there is also a bard, and a dwarf miner!" Zelin stepped forward and shouted to the soldiers on the guard tower. The two guards in front of the camp also noticed them. One of the guards grabbed the weapon and woke up the sleeping companion beside him.

"What are you going to do?!"

"Let's find someone!" Zelin paused. "Look for Roche Vernon! He is the commander of the Blue Iron Guard!"

"There is no blue iron guard here." The sentry waved his hand. "There is no one named Roche Vernon in the camp!"

Zelin and Geralt looked at each other.

"The man in the turban and in the blue suit, is he not here? He didn't come to King Hensett?" Geralt asked. He didn't get too close, and the soldiers would not allow unknown people to get too close to the outer wall before getting the order.

"No, I can be sure to click on the list..."

"Of course Roche Vernon's name won't be on the list, because even if he goes to foreign land, he is also a **** Tamorian." A familiar voice came from the other side of the river beach, a seat of blue Roche and Wei Si walked towards them together. "It's nice to see you. You must have taught that son of a **** Ronald a lesson? Come with me. Our camp is outside the Kodwin barracks, near the river."

Chapter 1814: Fujian's Battlefield

The blue-clad iron guard's tent is located on the right side of the Kodwin Barracks.

Beside the light brown tents covering the campsite, the blue tents separated from the campsite by the fence are particularly eye-catching. The canvas with white lilies can easily block out the cold wind. Although it is already April, the weather is no longer so cold, but at night, the cold in the valley makes everyone wish for a thick tent. Keep them out.

"I've seen Hensett and warned him, but he is very confident and thinks that the assassin can't defeat him." Roche and Weibing walked to the blue iron guard camp with the demon hunter. "But he has a confident reason. Two warlocks are guarding him day and night. As long as there is any disturbance, the warlocks and the guard knights will swarm them. Three kings have been assassinated. If Hunsett is still indifferent, then He is really a stupid pig. Well, here we are."

There is an abandoned stone tower next to the blue-clothed iron guard's camp, and a tent is also erected under the stone tower. The pink tent seems to have not been cleaned for a while, it has long been stained dark with dust, and the seductive patterns are already hard to distinguish. Several exposed women stood at the door of the tent, avoiding the cold wind blowing in the valley. They were shivering with the cold, but they still had to wear a few pieces of cloth and put on alluring poses one by one. Inside the tent, several Kodwin soldiers were drinking and hugging three other women, and at the same time, some voices that had nothing to do with the military camp were heard.

"I saw the brothel." Dandrien looked left and right. "But why are there no hawkers and bazaars? In my impression, apart from the invasion of Nilfgaard, there will be no shortage of these two in every battle."

"Because of the mist in the south." A thin mist filled the entrance of the valley beside Roche's hand. "Have you heard of it?"

"We've heard of it." Geralt helped Zoltan carry the box in, and after putting it down, wiped the drops of sweat from his forehead. "The king and the prince started a duel, and in the end a priest died. People said it was a punishment from the gods."

"Nonsense, a priest died. It is said that because he interrupted the sacred duel, he was caught by Hensett and threw it out and hit him to death on a rock. But King Hensett said that he felt that the priest wanted to To assassinate him." Roche walked into the camp and waved to the blue iron guard who saluted the chief.

"How was the result of the duel?"

"King Henset and Prince Sdennis were both injured. They both claimed that they had won. Come in, Weis, and get them a new tent."

Seeing Wei Si turned and left, Roche said to them. "It's not like your castle, Zellin. It's not as warm as Triss's house, Geralt. But you don't need to sleep on a hard rock at least. Anyway, these **** fogs appeared, walk in. None of the prostitutes were able to get out alive. Originally, these prostitutes and vendors stayed on the other side of the plain, but when the fog appeared, the vendors fled, and these prostitutes wanted to continue to make money, but there were a lot of human faces outside. And the scavengers, when they saw us camping here, they also followed."

"It seems that Hensett doesn't believe you too much?"

"I don't know, he may or may not believe it. But I can be sure that the camp is almost overcrowded. The mist of the demon spirit has not dissipated, and it is still expanding. The soldiers in the camp are doing nothing, and it will not be long. , Hensett is about to have a headache. How to comfort these soldiers who have nowhere to vent their energy." Roche turned around, pinching his waist with both hands. "Since I came here, I have started to inquire about the kingslayers. I suspect that the kingslayers have also been stumped by the mist of the demon spirit. For so many days, there is no news at all."

"You just said that Hensett suspected that a priest would sneak and kill him during a duel?"

"Ha, I know this. That pastor is called Oulkang, who is the pastor of Cliff Church. You know them, the church on the Dragon Mountain, believes in the **** of the sky. I went to Sear and she told me that the pastor Seeing that Prince Sdennis and King Hensett were both injured, they went up to hold King Hensett to dissuade him, and were thrown on a stone and killed. I remember the assassin I saw in Baron La Valetti, That assassin is not like someone who can use conspiracy, his sword is fast, and can easily cut through the armor. Hensett has a hand in battle, but such a powerful assassin was thrown on a stone by him and fell to death? It is more reliable to say that the sun in the sky will fall."

Roche shook his head.

"No matter how you look at it, I have reason to believe that the Kingslayer has arrived at Lou Mark."

However, Zelin noticed an unexpected name in Roche's words.

"Shir? Is she here too?"

"Yes. She is now Kodwin's court mage consultant." Roche paused. "One. The other is Desmo, from Ben Ader College. Both of them are near King Hensett's camp to ensure safety. Oh, yes, the Nilfgaards are here."

"Nivgaard?"

"That's right, people in black, it seems that wherever something goes wrong, their figure will appear somewhere, even more annoying than the smell of **** flies." Roche sipped to the ground. He has no affection for the man in black. "Their ambassador arrived here with a team of guards and a servant of the wizard. If you want to go out, remember to get around there."

On the side, Zoltan moved his box into the tent, sat on the blanket and panted. Dandrien played the lute by the creek, facing the pink tent but pretending to be uninterested in them.

"Is there no way to go through the fog? I want to go to Fojian. Or, is there a place to go around this fog?"

"If there was such a place, Hensett would not wait dryly here." Roche shook his head. "He has already coveted the walls of Forge. To be precise, it is the land he can get and the value of the land after the wall is occupied. The output value of the Loumark area is almost the top half of Kodwin."