The Journey of the Demon Hunter

There was blood everywhere in the square, showing a gloomy black in the moonlight.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Guksaat turned around, blood dripping down the tip of the long sword.

"Your subordinates are too bad." Guksart said in a dull voice, staring at Bren closely, watching his every move. "I thought you would bring those newly trained apprentices of Demon Hunter."

"How can I treat talented people who have succeeded in mutation as cannon fodder." Bren sneered. "What are the qualifications of human beings to compare with us? Wisdom, reaction speed, strength, vision, immunity, compared with us, human beings are as fragile as newborn babies. They should serve us instead of us being like beggars in them. Seek employment and bread money in front of you. Your life is more than two hundred years, why don't you understand the obvious reason?"

"The principle of killing." Guksat said indifferently. "I will never understand. But the principle of killing monsters, I know better than you."

"This world is undergoing a great change that is rare in a century. This is a baptism of fire, an opportunity to reshuffle the cards. Seize it, we demon hunters will never be humble again, but if we give up it, we will be decayed. I will ask you again, Guksat, help me, we will build a land ruled by demon hunters, a duchy ruled by demon hunters. Think about it, this is just the beginning, if we become rulers , Systematic training of demon hunters as officials and generals. Who will be our opponent? Good people should rule inferior people, since ancient times. Why should you follow the rules and rules that should have been eliminated long ago? The times are here. To change, we must use our swords and brains to win the future."

"I will defeat you and calm your hot head." Guksat raised his sword. "I will not kill you, but as the master of the cat school, I will make you punished for your stealing and hurting your colleagues."

"You will always be so stubborn." Bren narrowed his eyes. "You are just that you were shocked by the failure of your predecessor, Treys. Pay the price? Yes, you will also pay the price for your actions."

Bren raised the cat's crossbow in his hand, but instead of aiming at Guksaat, he aimed at the sky and pulled the trigger.

The dazzling signal arrow pierced the sky. Buren looked at the tower in the distance with a cruel smile. He wanted to see the expression of Guksat when an innocent person fell to death because of his actions.

But soon, he was disappointed.

Hawk on the tower sneezed in the cold wind with his arms around his arms. After seeing the signal arrow, she sighed.

"Damn... I can finally go."

Not only did the people on the tower not be retreated, they also disappeared in the tower.

"Your wisdom seems to have abandoned you, Bren." Guksaat shook his sword. "Your plan failed."

"Hahahaha." Bren laughed loudly. "Do you think I only have one hand to prepare? Go and take a look at the square, old man, there will be blood flowing there soon!"

"Oh?"

"When I send out the signal arrow, the killer I left in the square will guarantee that it will be drowned in blood, and it's all your fault!"

"Blood flowed into a river?" Suddenly, a strange voice came from the other side of the ruins. A **** head was thrown out, traversed an arc in mid-air, and fell to the ground. After a few laps, it stopped at Bren's feet. "Maybe you are right, your subordinates have long been bleeding."

Zelin walked out, his golden eyes gleaming in the night. At this time, Brun noticed that strangers appeared on the trails around the square. A woman wearing a nun's headscarf held a scythe to block an alley, while on the other side, a knight in silver armor blocked the retreat behind her.

"You should know the owner of this head." Zelin took a step forward. "His swordsmanship is good, but I solved it with my own hands."

"Who are you?" Bren narrowed his eyes.

"Devil hunter Zelin." Zelin looked directly at Buren's uncertain eyes. "The person you want to avoid in the floating port."

When Buren’s men drew their scimitars in the square, the blue-clad iron guard crossbowmen in ambush immediately shot most of them. The remaining guards among the crowd also found their targets, and the ambushers instantly became The ambushed.

"I knew you were the trickiest guy." Brun licked the corner of his mouth. "But you still lose. Soon, the hostages in the sewers will die. At that time, their bodies will become an excellent bait to lure the scavengers!"

"Oh, really?" Zelin raised his eyebrows. "Then let us wait for good news."

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ps: Sorry, I forgot to set the automatic release when I played the Tomb Raider listed today.

The first thousand nine hundred and fourteen chapters of the dark future

Sewer entrance.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

Five men with blood on their bodies ran along the weed and gravel streets of Lomugne.

"Quickly keep up, go into the sewer, quickly!"

The blood on them is not their own. According to the plan, this was originally the blood of the locals, but now, the owner of the blood was still their accomplice ten minutes ago. According to the plan, they were about to start their hands in the square, and then the people who were ambushing in the square suddenly pulled out their weapons at the same time as them. Soon it was a melee, and the killer who was caught off guard suffered heavy losses. Not to mention that the assailants took advantage of the terrain, and there were snipers with crossbows everywhere. In the end, only these five people escaped along the chaotic crowd.

"Where is the sewer entrance? Where is it?!"

"This way, I remember this way! Turn right ahead, turn right!"

Every shadow on the side of the road seemed to hide the attackers, and people seemed to be aiming their crossbows at their backs on every high slope. The five killers panicked and ran into the sewer entrance, almost jumped in directly, and rolled along the **** to the iron fence of the sewer. After confirming that there was no one behind, they lay on the ground, or leaned against the fence door, panting, and touching their chests in shock.

After a while, they breathed back, and one of them exhaled a long, scar face with three scars on his mouth.

"Who is in the square? You are from the north, do you know?" He looked at his accomplice wearing a peacock feather hat, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes. As a southerner, he has always hated the flamboyant fashions of the north. "The king's guard? Or the guard of the summit? Why are so many people so strong? If the north can use swords like this, what else should we fight? Go back to the south. Not that Burren said there are only a group of unarmed people. Civilian? He lied to us!"

"Shut up! Gunther, don't take me if you want to die." The peacock hat sat up and patted the dust off the hat. "If Buren knew you were slandering him behind your back, you would be dead. He never hesitated to kill."

"Hurry up to the sewer." A man with a broken nose muffled his nose while covering his nose. "You all saw the signal arrow outside. Buren didn't mean that when you see the signal, go to the sewer and notify the other people who are ambushing inside. We meet them first, and then consider how to avenge."

Several other people got up one after another, dragging their tired bodies, the person in the front opened the fence door, and the remaining people filed in.

"Do you know the road?" Gunther asked the person who walked in the front. He doesn't know him. In fact, most people here don't know each other, but the bounty offered by Bren is very attractive. Most of them don't know what Bren does, only that Bren is martial arts, cruel, and wealthy. That's enough. "There are monsters everywhere in this sewer. I don't want to crash into the monster's nest."

"I know." The first person's voice indicated that his throat had been injured. "Follow me, I remember, go forward from here, then turn right..."

Before he could finish his words, he fell backward. He fell into the mud with a puff, an arrow stuck in his thigh until it was featherless. He clutched the arrow's leg and wailed.

The next moment, before others could reflect, the Squirrel Party, lying in ambush near the corner, jumped out of the hiding place, and more than a dozen arrows on the strings aimed at the rest of the people. Let them loosen the hand that was preparing to draw the knife obediently, and slowly raised it above their heads.

A few seconds later, an elf with a turban and a scar on his face walked out. He glanced at the four people who didn't dare to move with cold eyes.

"Who knows the way?"

No one answered.

"I'll ask again, who of you knows the way to hold the hostage room?"

Still no one answered.

Eofis raised his hand, the bowstring gradually tightened, and the tunnel was suddenly filled with creepy creaks.

"I know, I know... hiss!" The man lying on the ground gritted his teeth and endured the sharp pain in his leg, slowly raising his hand. "I know where the location is!"

Eofes put down his hands.

"Take him and find other people. You, look after these humans. If they make any extra moves, kill them immediately."

The elven archers are still aiming at these people, and the remaining four people hold their breaths as much as possible, for fear that the heavy breathing might make these unkind elves think that they are plotting wrong, no one doubts whether they will actually release arrows. Not long after, the man with the arrow in his leg and the sound of him sucking in cold air disappeared behind the far corner together with the backs of the two elves escorted.

The confrontation in the square continued.

Bren was surrounded by the square. Zelin did not immediately act. The square was too spacious. Siris and Frid blocked the passage on the ground. However, the uneven terrain of Lomugne made the roof a certain place. The thoroughfare of these snitches. Besides, he didn't know if Bren had any other players.

"As a kidnapper, you talk too much."

Zelin held the ebony blade and stared at the Moon Blade in Buren's hand. He was surprised to find that there were traces of magic injection on it.

"As the person who ambushes me, your actions are too slow. I'm curious, how did you know my plan? Traitor? You bought my men? Or my partner betrayed me?"