The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Lord." The warrior covered in hard plate armor took a step forward, his voice filled with dissatisfaction: "Why would a farmer stay here? The commander hopes to see a more valuable plan instead of Go help these hillbillies."

"Don't worry, Knight Hillmark." The Lord raised a hand. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and when these eyes shifted to his body, the farmer subconsciously took a step back, clenching his hands restlessly, loosening and clenching again. But the anger in his eyes has not diminished.

Yes, anger, this is exactly what he needs.

"We all have the same goal, the knight, that is to get the kingdom back on track, to get him back to the kingdom blessed by Akarat." The lord raised his head, his voice loud and contagious, as if he was not in front of him. There were only two audiences, but a lecture: "Could it be that this is why we are here? Gasdian IV allowed the rumors from the farmers who ate too much poisonous mushrooms to destroy the church in Westmar’s prestige, I have clear evidence that everything that happened in Trivank was just a coup. It was a coup d’état initiated by Hakan the Great and then deceived the world with the lies of hell. Back then, it was the **** of war. Under Akarat’s blessing, Lakis conquered the West and established this glorious country. The disaster that is happening in Westmar today is caused by these ungodly nobles. Perhaps they have long been involved with evil. The believers reached a secret agreement to drag everyone into the abyss."

"The chief will ensure that the darkness of Westmar is purified." A buzzing voice came from under the heavy helmet of the Knight Silmark: "Then this kingdom will be reborn."

"Hang those damned nobles!" the angry farmer exclaimed excitedly: "Akarat bless, hang their whole family on the street lamp!"

The Lord frowned slightly. But it doesn't matter, but it needs to be comforted.

"Yes, Greer, the farmer deserves a higher position. Only under the correct leadership can Westerma be freed from this cursed situation." He cleared his throat. A proper pause will give him the right to speak: "But more people are needed to join our cause. General Torion is still the commander of the Westmar city defense army. He is the most difficult stumbling block on our road. First of all. , We must first let him leave his post, for example, let the old general retire...or retired forever. I will arrange this."

"The Grand Captain will wait for your news, Lord." Knight Silmark said, "But he doesn't want to wait too long. There are already enough warriors ready to go in the Knights. The action to purify Westmar cannot be delayed. If the Lord The action is slower, and the head of the group may first decide who should be purified as soon as possible, rather than being able to continue to see the sun the next day."

"Kill those noble families!" Greer raised his fist angrily: "Their oppression is over!"

"Please tell the commander, stay calm and restless." The lord said calmly. He stroked his beard: "When that happens, my soldiers will fight alongside him."

Chapter 2744 Clues to the cemetery

Early in the morning, Zelin woke up in the aroma of stew.

Moving his shoulders that were no longer so sore, Zelin yawned and slowly sat up from the bed.

Comfortable and comfortable, as long as there are a few gold coins in hand, Westerma really deserves such an adjective. It is nothing more than the residents of Wortham who want to take refuge in Westmar after being attacked. After Kartim was attacked by the devil, the rich citizens also wanted to escape to Westmar and start a new life. . According to Kane’s records, in addition to the outbreak of a peasant uprising in Westmar more than thirty years ago, a woman named Tina was crowned as queen. After her death, King Connelius ordered Gasth The Dean family is restored. However, after that, Westmar was not in danger for most of the time, except for a rebellious necromancer who tried to summon demons in the city.

But thirty years of peace is enough to attract many people here.

There are fish everywhere.

I don't know when, the demon hunter is almost tired of eating fish. In his world, towns are either along the river or along the coast. The prey in the forest belongs to the nobles. Only hunters hired by the barons can go hunting, otherwise the poachers will be hanged. Only the fish and shrimps in the river are out of control. . After careful recall, it seems that most of the food I have eaten is fish or wild vegetables, and sometimes I don't know how long the smoked meat has been left.

After eating a bit of breakfast, Zelin handed over some coins to the innkeeper to reserve the room for the next day, so that the waiter would not throw all his things on the street after he left. Then he set off, ready to go to Gideon Street to find out whether the family Kane described lived there.

Yesterday, he went around in Xiacheng and Shangcheng and asked the residents nearby, but no one could tell Zelin that there was such a family. The city of Westmar is indeed very big, which reminds him of Novigrad, but Novigrad was built on the ruins of the elven city, while Westmar was built entirely by locals. The ancient ruins were under the swamp. It has nothing to do with the city. Whether it is Kaltim or Westermah, the humans here are more advanced than many worlds Zelin has seen in terms of construction craftsmanship.

Gideon Avenue is located in the north of Westermar, close to the Noble Cemetery.

Originally, there were many believers and pastors living here, but with the collapse of the Zakarum faith and the Gasdian family began to eliminate the influence of the Zakarum Church in the country, it gradually became deserted and many pastors and missionaries left. , And the believers in the past also left the city, leaving only a small part of the staff of the noble cemetery and their families living here.

On both sides of the narrow street, there are houses built of blue-gray rocks. On the black tiles of the roof, crows stand side by side, with scarlet eyes watching the silhouettes of people walking on the deserted streets. The dilapidated metal guardrail was covered with weeds and rust. The sky is gloomy and it is likely to rain. The weather in coastal cities is like wind and waves on the sea, undulating and unpredictable.

"...Akarat? No, I don't know."

Along the way, Zelin asked the pedestrians on the side of the road or the residents standing in front of his house from time to time, but the answers he got were uniform and standard.

"Sorry, I haven't heard of it."

"I didn't know of this family here."

"They are definitely not on Gideon Street, maybe in Lower City."

After questioning many people, Zelin found out with frustration that he seemed to be going back and telling Kane that the family might have moved away long ago, and he didn't know where he went. At least, it should not be in Westermar.

Sighing and putting away the letter, Zelin raised his head and suddenly found that he had reached the end of Gideon Street. Not far away, two solemn statues of knights are located on both sides of the street. Behind the statues is an open space with withered locust trees. The weird-shaped trees are like outstretched arms from the ground, opening their hands to the sky. Among the black woods, there are scattered graveyards surrounded by metal fences and marble blocks. Some cemeteries are spotless, and the tombstones are still decorated with bouquets that were placed not long ago. Some cemeteries are in dilapidated conditions.

Zelin sighed, ready to leave here.

This is very common. In the world of demon hunters, Zelin often returns to a familiar village sometimes, only to find that people have gone to empty buildings there, leaving only ruins and dilapidated houses.

Suddenly, out of the corner of the demon hunter's eyes, he noticed a tomb that had been renovated. The soil around the tomb was obviously different in color from other places. The soil was fresh, as if it had just been opened.

After looking around and making sure that there were no other people, Zelin walked to the cemetery. There are many excavations in the cemetery. It seems that no one here cares whether there is a robbery of the tomb.

In the mound, Zelin saw a handful of iron products half-hidden in the soft soil, reflecting the faint light of metal. He bent down and swept away the dirt, revealing a file underneath.

Zelin pinched the file with three fingers, and looked at this strange tool carefully.

"Interesting..."

That afternoon, when Zelin returned to the Wild Boar Inn, the gloomy weather finally dropped the first drop of rain. Soon, more raindrops followed. The crowd on the street who hadn't had time to prepare the tarpaulin windbreaker hurriedly hugged their heads and speeded up their steps. Their boots stepped on the stagnant water on the street and splashed water. Those who can't go back hide under the eaves, with their hands on their shoulders, trembling in the cold wind.

Zelin raised his left hand to cover the rain, and put his right hand on the hotel door handle. When he opened a gap in the door, he immediately squeezed into the hotel sideways.

"Huh..."

The warmth of the inn instantly drove away the chill outside, and the nerves of the demon hunter were exuding a comfortable sense of comfort. It seemed that the annoying fishy smell was no longer so annoying. His stomach can't wait to taste the salted bacon and the cold beer he can drink while eating the hot bacon.

Shaking his hands, shaking his head to shake off the rain from his hair, Zelin bent down and shook his sleeves vigorously to remove the water marks on his body.

There are not many people in the hotel, and the lean boss Kumart is busy putting the firewood that has just been moved from the backyard warehouse into the fireplace to prevent the flames from extinguishing.

Maybe he should go to the fire. Zelin scratched the back of his head. He didn't bring any replacement clothes. If all the wet clothes stuck to his body, he would be uncomfortable for a long time.

Looking across the living room, Zelin immediately saw Johanna among the few guests. The Crusaders were sitting at a table with their eyes closed, and the blond hair on the temples stuck to their ears due to rain.

"You came early, Johanna." Zelin walked over and sat opposite her: "How long have you waited?"

Almost an hour before the time they agreed, Johanna seemed to have been waiting here for a while.

"I didn't wait too long. It took about a quarter of an hour." Johanna slowly opened her eyes, her light brown eyes staring at the demon hunter: "Hello, my friend. Are you ready to assist my holy war? I have prepared a list. These are the materials that you need to help me search in the library. I think these books should retain the development and creation of the Knights Templar."

"Even a knight should stay at home on a rainy day. Who would go to the library at this time? I don't think the guard would let a guy who is wet all over, wearing muddy boots and walking onto the clean marble floor. , Use wet fingers to touch those books." Zelin sighed: "I recommend that we go to the table by the fireplace to talk. It happens that we can still have a fire. It happened that I saw today... What's wrong with you?"

The demon hunter noticed that the clergy's look was a bit wrong.

Johanna closed her eyes again, with a tangled look on her face: "...The most important thing in wearing heavy armor is to never think about how itchy you are. It takes me fifteen minutes to stop myself. Pay attention to it." She sighed heavily, clenched her hand covered with metal gloves into a fist, and hammered her right chest hard: "Uh! I'm going crazy...Thank you for reminding me. How much rain flows down the gaps in my armor and into my shirt!"

Chapter 2745: Tomb Robber

Rain water flows along the eaves to the stone road, forming a long pool of water beside the road.

The crowded houses in Westmar form many imperceptible alleys and dense roads. Residents have tried every means to build more living space on the only land. These rocks are built on the back of the seemingly neat houses. But there are maze-like lanes, or some imperceptible forks.

"Uh, hurry up, work harder, we're almost there..."

Under the washing of the rain, three men in dark yellow robes dragged heavy sacks and moved forward slowly under the baptism of the water curtains on both sides of the eaves. The robes all over the body were tightly attached to the body, and the sacks came out on the ground. Traces.

Walking to a door at the end of the alley, a cultist quickly stepped forward while his companion was still consigning sacks and knocked **** the wooden door.

After a few seconds, the wooden door opened a gap, and a pair of gloomy eyes looked out from the gap in the door.

"Open the door quickly, we are back."

The eyes behind the crack of the door retreated into the darkness, and the wooden door opened backwards with the creak of the door shaft. Two more cultists ran out and helped their companion to lift the sacks and move them inside the wooden door.