The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Li Min is wearing a cool light purple short-sleeved shirt, and the lower body is light blue tights. The blood-stained robe and battle armor were handed over to the blacksmith Hegrid. Hegrid is willing to help all the explorers who have contributed to New Tristram to repair their weapons and equipment for free, and his wife is happy to help clean the lining and coat when they return.

"The pastor Vossan who ran away. He is a member of the Wizarding Society. If he can be found, everything else will be solved." Zelin took out the necklace and made sure that there was no remaining blood stains on it. Put it on the neck: "We can think of ways to get out of his mouth the real stronghold of the Wizarding Association in Kanduras."

"I believe a follower of a cultist will tell you the news? Oh! Come on, old man, you might as well expect him to tell you whether McGheda will change to work tomorrow." Li Min stretched out his index finger to press his chin and flipped through. Eyes closed: "Um... I remember I advised her? For the magician, that dress is really ugly."

"Or check it one by one." On the other side, beside the door of the Bull Slaughter Tavern, Vera leaned back against the wall, with her hands interlaced on her chest, and her voice was low and muffled: "The cultists must leave traces, follow them, investigate, and then find them. ’S lair, and finally take their heads."

Unlike Li Min, Vera is still fully armed, even when she is resting, she will not take off all of her armor.

"But where are you going?" Li Min turned around, spreading his hands: "Finally, it's back to the original problem, isn't it? I'm afraid there is not much time left for us."

"Yes, it's not much. Tell me about the appearance of Pastor Worthan." Zelin sighed and looked at Li Min: "I will find him before he escapes too far. Magda was injured. Now, she will hide in one place as soon as possible to regain her strength. So we'd better raided her lair before she recovers, and put an end to the wizarding society!"

Li Min pinched his waist and walked to Ze Lin again, showing a warm smile: "Old man, you really like to talk nonsense more and more. The priest is wearing a brown robe with white hair and looks... .... Not as old as you, huh? You look quite young after you cut off your beard. The local villagers didn't tell me where the pastor had fled, but I don’t think he would jump into the river to escape, so he probably fled south. Now. Do you need more information?"

"No..." Zelin touched his chin: "This is enough."

"I'll go with you." Vera stood up straight and walked to the side of Zelin, staring at the demon hunter earnestly with pale golden eyes: "Megda is my prey."

Zelin didn't mind having a strong and shrewd companion by his side when tracking the enemy. Vera is not the kind of person who needs other people to remind and take care of. She knows how to fight, and also knows what traps and baits are. Zelin rarely sees a woman who is good at fighting like Vera in his own world.

Obviously, the Demon Hunter Clan in Sanctuary knows how to train girls to fight powerful enemies.

Take the boat to Worthan, the small town is still smoky. There was a flame in the collapsed house, and the villagers rescued from the family finances were temporarily gathered on the side of the road, sitting next to the pile of junk piled up by boxes, wooden chairs and bedding and cotton robes, with a blackened face and eyes staring blankly. The stranger who appeared in the town said nothing. Zelin and Vera rode across the street, watching the tragedy after the fire. The cultists of the Wizarding Society have never spared their destructive methods.

The church is a rare stone building in the town. Just after walking past a building with heavy smoke, Zelin saw the blood-stained church. There are splattered blood stains on the outer wall of the church, and the inside is dripping with blood. The villagers have cleaned the corpse and left blood-red drag marks on the ground. On the carved skylight, blood splashed on the face of the angel mural.

A villager pointed out the entrance to the cellar of the church for Zelin, and hurried away. No one wants to be near here or remember what happened here.

"It's here." Zelin got off his horse, handed the reins to Vera, walked to the entrance of the cellar, squatted down, and stretched out his hands to caress the dirt-covered ground: "A pair of leather boots, this should be what the priest wears, here The few deep footprints of Li Min should have been left by Li Min before. Only her metal boots can leave such obvious marks on the soil."

"Leather boots?"

"Yes, Li Min told me about the appearance of the priest, but you see, only leather boots can leave such lines on the ground." Zelin stretched out **** to trace the outline of the boots on the ground: "Entering When I was in the village, I observed that the villagers here wore flat-soled cloth shoes. Only the priest could afford to wear this kind of leather boots with uneven bottom. The priest wandered here for a while, and then fled... South."

Vera silently listened to Zelin's analysis.

"He ran away all the way to the south of the town, and then..." Zelin looked at the trail on the ground, walked thirteen steps forward, and stopped in front of the fence. Zelin bent down and took out a light brown strip of cloth from the guardrail. The guardrail is so short that it can only reach a person's chest, and it is wrapped with thorn vines to guard against thieves.

"He climbed over the fence from here and fled directly into the forest. He escaped in a hurry and didn't even notice that his clothes were scratched."

"Does that mean he has escaped?"

"No." Zelin shook his head: "This means that he escaped very nervously. Some things exceeded his expectations, so that he could only run away in embarrassment. In this case, where do you think he will escape?"

"...A place that is probably the safest place for him." Vera said slowly: "The Lair of the Wizarding Society."

"Yes, look here." Zelin supported the guardrail with one hand, jumped over, and steadily landed next to the bushes on the opposite side: "He fell here, can you see it?" The demon hunter's finger pointed to a divided bush: "He fell down, then lay on it, and then continued to flee south...He was injured."

"I see blood." Vera crouched beside the bushes: "Then?"

"There is a subtle smell of blood." Zelin raised his head and sniffed in the air. The sensitive sense of smell after mutation allows him to quickly discover unusual smells in the air. After a few seconds, he looked to the southeast: "Come with me, here."

Vera frowned and looked at the back of the demon hunter. She also raised her head, sniffed, and then looked at Zelin more suspiciously, slowly following his back.

Next to a tree, Zelin saw the mark left by the blood finger. There were more torn pieces of cloth on the bushes below, and he continued to the southeast. Many water marks appeared on a rock by the river. After observing the footprints nearby, Zelin could imagine the situation of the fugitive in his mind.

After the priest of Zakarum escaped from the town, he was scratched on his leg by a bush of thorns, so he supported the tree to rest on the spot for a while. Then he came to the river, cleaned the wound, and then waded across the river.

This is good news for them. The traitor pastor has injured his leg. He must be walking fast. Only a few hours have passed since the attack occurred. It is difficult for a tired and injured person to go too far.

Li Min said that the pastor escaped by herself. When she left the basement, the pastor had disappeared, otherwise she would never let the other party escape easily.

But Li Min did not mention that the pastor was injured. If it was just a leg injury, it would not leave **** handprints on the tree. If there is a **** handprint, it usually represents an abdomen injury, and only the abdomen, chest and head can be injured to cover it with the palm of the hand. No one would bend over and cover their legs when fleeing.

Someone attacked him?

Who was the one who attacked him?

The river water washed away most of the **** smell, but the wet footprints on the ground provided new tracking clues. Following the footsteps, Zelin soon saw a man sitting on the ground with his back leaning on the rock by the rock under a hillside.

A man in a brown robe spreads his legs and sits on the ground, looking forward with wide eyes, there is no trace of expression in his eyes for a long time.

Vera walked through the bushes, walked to the rock, and looked down at the priest on the ground.

"We are a step late."

Zelin walked to Vera. He squatted down and looked at the blood stains on the ground: "Indeed, someone has taken us one step faster." He stretched out his hand and touched the corpse: "There is still body temperature, the attacker must have not gone far."

Chapter 2675: Wizard Society Messenger

The priest's corpse was cut by a scimitar, fatally wounded under the neck. This is not a wound created by a magician's attack.

In a clearing surrounded by several trees and low shrubs, a bonfire exudes a comfortable temperature.

"...You have already eliminated that waste? Very good."

Magda's sharp voice echoed by the bonfire, and the three figures knelt on the ground, bowing their heads deeply.

"The King Believ will not be satisfied with such a result. You immediately find more suitable followers and send them all to the high ground. My latest achievement in the high ground has been completed. Only the last ritual is left. I can Twenty years ago, that terrible monster came back to life again! I didn’t have much patience. King Belie also didn’t. In four days I will see a hundred living sacrifices. If there are not enough, you will jump into the blood pool. Go inside!"

Leaning on a tree with his back, Zelin poked his head out slightly, observing the situation in the campfire.

The three cultists were in the camp, and Magda's projection was floating in midair, but this time, she only revealed the projection above her chest.

Zelin cast his gaze to the other side, and Vera was silently filling the crossbow with new arrows.

The demon hunter made a waiting gesture, Vera frowned slightly, she hid behind a rock, rolled her eyes to look at the camp behind her, looked at Zelin again, and shook her head.

Zelin stretched out his hands and pressed them down, then put his index finger in front of his mouth to signal for silence.

"Before the fourth day, you must leave someone to watch New Tristram. I want to know every moment who is going in and out of this town!" McGoda's tone didn't seem to be as arrogant as before: "I want to get information on all the adventurers in New Tristram and tell me their identities and origins!"

The cultists pressed their heads lower.

Magda's phantom disappeared, and Zelin heard more than a heavy exhalation.

Vera looked at Zelin again, who shook her head again, beckoning her not to attack, and then made a retreat gesture.

Vera looked at Zelin in a puzzled way, but Zelin was already moving slowly and left the camp.

The demon hunter glanced at the cultists in the camp for the last time, then turned and left.

Zelin stopped only about a hundred meters away from the camp. Vera followed up with a cold expression.

"You let go of the prey."

"I know." Zelin nodded.