The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"I'll go to the wall." Vera, who had been standing on the other side just now, didn't know what was meditating, suddenly walked over, stretched out her finger, and pointed to another bridge behind the manor: "We meet at the gate leading to the dungeon. And you, Zelin, walk the front door with them."

The others looked at Vera strangely.

"It's more convenient for me to move by myself." She said, "Otherwise, I would be in awe when fighting."

"Well, the Demon Hunter sounds like this." Li Min shrugged: "No problem? Let's go. We've wasted too much time. Hurry up and get rid of that Magda."

Zelin put away the map, and the others who were ready walked towards the manor. Zelin frowned slightly looking at the back of Vera who was walking towards the wall.

"Let's go, man, this is a big battle." As Linden walked past Zelin, he patted him on the shoulder, followed the demon hunter's gaze, and the ruffian snorted: "Don't look, if it's not Demon hunter, this is a pretty girl, but she is a demon hunter. There are rumors that in the end, the demon hunter will be as hard-hearted as the devil, and will become like the devil in the killing, or be infected. The blood of the devil drives madness."

"I didn't mean that." Zelin took a deep breath: "You go and attack the front door, this...this is not quite right."

Vera walked to the wall of Leoric Manor, raised his head, looked through the hood, and looked at the metal guardrail at the top that was glowing in the moonlight. The height of the wall is five meters, and it clings to a hill full of rugged rocks.

Vera backed up two steps, jumped forward, stepped on the retaining wall, and then bounced in a relay. The second jumped to the rock opposite the retaining wall, and the third step jumped to the wall again, and then stretched out her hands and grabbed it. At the top of the guardrail, both arms exerted strength, and the light body climbed over the wall in mid-air, and then steadily landed on the slate ground on the other side of the wall.

A violent explosion sounded from the front entrance, and the lighted flames dyed a fiery red in the dark sky. Accompanied by the panicked screams and shouts of the cultists, then the sound of falling rocks, like the sound of some kind of rock building being blown to pieces. This did not affect Vera at all. In the garden paved with stone roads, the stone roads are divided into four different areas in a cross shape, and the soil is full of thorns and roses, which grow hard in the weeds.

Walk along the stone road, surrounded by a square corridor, in the middle of the corridor is an arch with murals, Vera stands in front of the gate, both hands take out the crossbow from the holsters outside the thighs on both sides.

With explosions and rumblings one after another in the manor, Vera stared at the frescoed door in front of him intently. On the door is painted a scene of a demon hunting humans.

The door creaked and opened to the inside.

The statues of women holding clay pots on both sides watched the demon hunter pass in front of them blankly.

The hall was covered with a blood-red carpet, which stretched all the way inward to the base of the demon statue in the deepest part of the room. The demon in the statue held the butcher knife high, and on the ground stood a human who was raising his arm in a vain attempt to beg for mercy.

The fire light shines through the skylight on the side, reflecting the statue in blood red.

A figure stood in front of the statue, with its back facing Vera, hidden in the shadow of the statue, wearing a heavy cloak. Vera walked into the hall step by step. When she entered the room for five steps, she slammed the door behind her. Two cultists hiding behind the door were holding daggers and staring fiercely at the back of the demon hunter. Back.

A slow sigh echoed in the hall, the figure in front of the statue turned around, and under the hood was a pair of eyes that were the same as Vera: "...I know you will find here, understand what I left behind The signal, Vera. You are the best of our trainees."

There were explosions and screams outside from the window, and the sound came to Vera's ear, and then drifted past her earlobe. Only her and the man opposite were left in the world of the Demon Hunter.

"...Richard." She slowly said the name of her former companion: "You betrayed the Order."

Richard opened his arms and held two crossbows in his hands. Under his cloak was the same witcher armor as Vera.

"You are wrong, Vera." He squinted his eyes slightly. "In the final trial, in the terrifying land of the south, you rejected the truth about Delaxier. I saw it, I saw it all. , We, all of us were deceived by the cult."

"The devil controlled you, Richard, and I have killed it!" Vera's words showed rare excitement and anger, and then she calmed down again, just staring coldly at the opposite man, He took a deep breath: "...I am sure that you are cowardly and pathetic. It will be a great blessing to end your life."

"The cult sends all the demon hunters who are about to graduate to the ruins. Faced with the devil, every instructor will say, don’t peep into the devil’s heart when the devil tries to control you. This is a test, a test of apprenticeship. Are you firm in your will and able to maintain yourself while hunting the devil? Richard slowly said, and the two cultists slowly approached Vera: "This is a lie. They claim that peeping at the devil will make themselves permanently lost, and they will not be separated from the devil. Different, because they are afraid that the apprentice will discover the truth!"

Vera looked at Richard silently, without saying a word.

"They don't want us to know that humans are demons." Richard took a step forward: "Arrogance, fear, destruction, lies, everyone has a demon hidden in their bodies, and the order is just to find us The part of the demons in the body, hatred and destruction."

"I only have one thing here." Vera stared at Richard seriously: "Kill you."

Richard took a step forward again and looked at Vera sadly: "I thought you would learn something from my experience. You are so stubborn, so... hopeless. "

The 2680th chapter hunting night

Knife light!

A cultist suddenly violent, and the two daggers in his hand, like the fangs of a poisonous snake, pierced Vera's back. The Demon Hunter looked back with fierce eyes, raised his leg and gave a fierce back kick, breaking his jaw. Another cultist attacked from the right side. Vera leaped sideways and dodged. With a flick of his wrist, the cultist held his throat pierced by the flying knife and knelt down.

Vera turned her head, shocked.

The place where Richard was originally standing is now empty.

The Demon Hunter jumped back and dodged immediately, and a violent explosion instantly enveloped the place where she was just now. The gushing air wave hit the figure in mid-air, and Vera staggered two steps at the moment he landed, and quickly squatted down to stabilize his figure.

Whoosh whoosh——

The crossbow arrows pierced the flames and shot at Vera with a sound of breaking through the air. The demon hunter's legs jumped up like springs and turned back on the ground four times in a row. The crossbow bolts were filled with the ground she had turned over, and for the fifth time it jumped behind a stone pillar, and four crossbow arrows shot into the stone pillar.

"Look for cover, smart!"

After being attacked, look for a shelter and wait for an opportunity to fight back to avoid exposure to open areas. Every apprentice of the Demon Hunter will learn the knowledge on the first day after holding the training crossbow.

Vera squatted down behind the stone pillar, leaning against the rock, and suddenly she noticed the twisting thread at the bottom of the stone pillar.

"Die!"

A burning rocket hit the twisting thread, and Vera touched the rock with his shoulder, and quickly jumped up.

Boom!

In the sound of the explosion, the stone pillar collapsed, and the gravel fell to the ground like raindrops. The sound of falling and the roar of battle in the manor were echoed, and dust fell on the top of the chapel.

Richard walked out of the flames, raised his chin slightly, and watched contemptuously at the pile of rubble where Vera was hiding. The dust lifted up, and the last few rubbles fell from the top of the pile, rolling to Richard's boots before stopping.

Use two cultists to die to attract Vera's attention, and then launch an attack in the dark. When Vera chose to find a cover and wait for an opportunity to fight back, he fell into his trap.

Only a few seconds after the battle began, the hall fell silent again.

Richard lowered his head and slowly reloaded the arrow in the crossbow. Two cultists ambushing behind the statue came out. This was another trap, but it didn't come in handy.

"Remove the rock." Richard said in a low voice: "I didn't think she was dead until I shot the arrow into her head by myself."

The cultist silently bypassed Richard and walked towards the rubble.

Bang!

The closed door was hit hard by something.

The cultists who stepped forward stopped, looked at each other suspiciously, and raised their heads to look at the door.

Bang!

The disturbing crash sounded again, the door was knocked inward, and the door bolt creaked overwhelmedly.

Richard held a one-handed crossbow and walked past the cultist. The other free hand waved back. The cultist who was ordered stared at the gate, slowly backed away, and disappeared from the other two. Inside the shadow of the stone pillars of the Wizarding Society banner.

Bang!

The door bolt broke and the wood chips splashed. The door slammed open to both sides, hit the wall heavily, then bounced back, and slowly closed to half the distance before stopping. The burning fire of the manor penetrated the gap in the doorway, leaving a thin fiery red line on the ground. Zelin stood at the door, raised his hand forward, keeping Alderfayin's gesture.

"The other..." Richard said to himself.

Zelin glanced at the gravel pile on the side, then looked at Richard, who was standing on the opposite side. The demon hunter didn't have any words. He carefully looked at Richard's equipment, the crossbow in his hand, the throwing knife at his waist, and the bomb hanging from his belt.

The air in the hall seemed to be solidified.