The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The carriage drove out of the city gate in the moonlight. Westmar’s gates are not closed at night. In fact, there are too many entrances to the city, even if the gates are closed, it doesn’t make much sense. In front of two yawning guards at the gate of the city, the carriage drove over the suspension bridge and entered the twisted dead wood outside the city.

After entering the deadwood forest, the person who guided Adelin's driving route changed from Kara to Johanna. Zelin sat in the carriage, looking through the letters and agreements found at the cult stronghold.

[Dear hostess, I wish the flames of **** illuminate your career. According to the order you left, our reconstruction work in Westmar is proceeding in an orderly manner. That stupid **** Grianna almost destroyed all the foundation of the organization in Westmar, but please rest assured that under your wise leadership, we will lead the organization to become a stronger existence than it was twenty years ago. If it were not for such an important issue, we would never dare to bother you. A nobleman, Lord Wydon, approached us and wanted to cooperate. As long as we can help him create chaos, once he becomes a king, he will secretly support the organization...]

The letter is over here, and there is a spatter of ink behind.

The remaining few letters were sent to the King’s Port. It seems that there are people in the King’s Port who are also in contact with the Wizarding Society, but Zelin is difficult to determine whether this is a cultist or a port authority officer who has been bought by the cult. .

"The power of the Wizarding Society in Westmar has been destroyed once?"

Zelin raised his head, and the dark and weird dead trees on both sides of the carriage retreated quickly.

"Have you ever?" Adelin asked back: "I don't know, but in the past, when the Zakarum Church was still strong, the pastors and paladins of the church often searched for witches in the countryside."

"A person's name is mentioned here." Zelin shook the letter in his hand: "Glianna..."

"Glianna? I know the name."

Unexpectedly, Carla turned her head and looked at Zelin with some surprise: "Glianna was once a member of the Wizarding Club?"

"Do you know her?"

"No, she was my enemy and almost killed me." Kara shook her head: "Twenty years ago, this witch became the warlord of Westmar, General Augustus Malevolin. Queen fortune-teller and lover. She summoned a demon and used the ancient war **** armor to lure Malevolin to lead an army to attack Lu Goin. Later she died and the demon summoned in that war also disappeared. At that time I was investigating the whereabouts of this armor, because there was a powerful ancient soul attached to it. He was the brother of Gerason, and he was in the mysterious shelter of Lu Goin... It's a long story, isn't it? Is she still alive? Norek saw her charred body with his own eyes."

"No, I think she should be completely dead. It's just that from this letter, the witch who led the Wizarding Society of Westmar 20 years ago is Grianna." Zelin put away the letter: "Now, They have a new leader."

"Oh, I remember. Grianna, twenty years ago, when I was just over a dozen years old, and I was walking with my brother Linden in the alleys of Kingsport, I heard the name. "Adelin grabbed her hair hard: "I said that when I burned witches in Kingsport, I was particularly impressed. Glianna was very famous among wandering children, and she often took some young girls with her. I went home to take care of them, but they all disappeared. We said at the time that she was the witch who should be burned to death the most, but we don’t know why, the guards in King’s Harbor respect her, and maybe they are afraid. Now I understand, her lover is the mighty General Malevolin, and even King Connelius is afraid of his army!"

"Yeah, I remember you said this." Zelin folded the letter: "...Wait, you said, the former leader of the Wizarding Society used to adopt vagrant children in Kingsport?"

"Yes, at that time Westmar had just gone through a civil war, the restoration of King Connerius, coupled with the previous farmer riots, too many people died, homeless children, and nameless people in the cemetery. There are as many tombs." Adelin shrugged: "I remember there. It was an orphanage. Later, after General Malevolin attacked Lu Goin, the orphanage closed. It seems that something went out of it. Strange thing, there were a lot of strange things in King's Harbor during that time. The guards sealed the area and no one wanted to go in. I heard from Linden that the thieves’ union had sent people in, but then they never mentioned it again."

"...Interesting." Zelin snorted softly.

At Johanna's reminder, the carriage stopped in front of a slope, and Edlin drove the carriage slowly upwards.

Driving the carriage to the top, Zelin saw the hidden camp. A war horse, dressed in a white tabard and covered in heavy armor, stood in the camp, with the reins tied to a tree trunk beside it. In front of the horses there was a dug pit with a lot of forage, half of which was left, and a pot of water next to it.

Johanna walked over and patted the warhorse on the forehead, who gently nudged the crusade's chest: "It's nice to see you all right, old friend."

"Johanna, come over and help."

"Huh?"

Johanna turned her head and saw Zelin and Adelin who had lifted Wyton out.

"We have to hang him up." Zelin said: "I thought about your suggestion on the road. You are right. We should be kidnappers, not an investigator. Hang up, I think this. A tree should be able to bear his weight."

Chapter 2761

Cold water splashed on Lord Wyton's face, he sneezed, shook his head vigorously, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Welcome to hell, Lord." Zelin crossed his arms across his chest, looking at the dazed Lord: "I hope you are happy with this journey."

Surprisingly, Wydon did not panic. After scanning the few people present, he quickly calmed down.

"There is no need to spend so much time, gentlemen." Wydon wiped the water from his face: "I like to communicate with other people. I always think that only through words can we get what we want. Hang me on You can’t get a penny here, and my pockets are empty. Why don’t you sit down and have a good talk? I’m a generous nobleman who can give you many things.”

"Your pockets are empty, but you have an inner pocket in your shirt, and there is nothing in it." Then, Zelin took out a folded contract: "Why don't you talk to us about this? I think , On this issue, we should have some common language, right?"

Wydon's face became a little embarrassed, but he quickly returned to normal.

"Every nobleman has his own private communication, doesn't it? Sometimes we have to use code names and aliases to communicate. But no matter what you see, it has nothing to do with you. I think we can talk about some other things. Cooperation..... Are you from the country? Which village? Maybe I know the local chief. I know you may be dissatisfied with many of the policies of Gasdeen IV, but it doesn’t matter. In fact, Even the courtiers in the court, there are many people who are dissatisfied with the king's practice. He always takes away all the savings from the village and hides it in his treasury. Often people advise him not to do this, and I am one of them... ....."

"Of course we have no hatred with you, Lord." Zelin rolled up the contract and patted his cheek: "Unfortunately, you chose the wrong partner. Unfortunately, before you give an explanation, we only I can think of you and your partner as a group. Unfortunately, we may not be in the mood to talk to you. My partner can’t wait to tear the enemy’s friends apart, but I tell them not to be so impatient, they should Let you wake up first, explain it, and then decide whether to chop off your limbs and throw it into the beast's lair, or cut your throat directly."

"You are wrong, he only deserves one ending, and that is to die here." Adelin pointed to Wrighton dissatisfiedly: "He started to make me regret it! He is still posing with us, as if we dare not kill him. Same! Let me say that you should kill him right now, and then throw the body at the door of his friends, let them see, and end up against us!"

"I agree." Kara said coldly. Her voice was cold and her bloodless skin was enough to scare many people away: "No matter what the Knights are preparing to do, the allies who kill them will definitely hurt them."

Johanna said nothing. Zelin wouldn't let her speak, her voice was hard to think of the vicious and vicious, and it would be difficult for a just and awe-inspiring knight to pretend to be a kidnapper.

Wydon’s expression is still calm, but there is a hint of anxiety in his voice: "No, you are wrong, friends. Cooperation never means win-win, sometimes it is just a stopgap. You have enemies with the Knights Templar. Ah, what a coincidence, I don’t deal with them either. I hate these knights who shout outright slogans all day long, but don’t know what dirty things are doing in private. I work with them only because, I have to Doing so, otherwise they will be detrimental to me. In fact, I have long wanted to deal with these decent knights, we can cooperate, and I can help you get revenge."

"Will he tell the truth? No, he certainly won't!" Edlin sipped: "He will definitely betray us! These nobles can't believe it!"

Zelin narrowed his eyes slightly, as if thinking about the credibility of Wydon's words: "What can you do for us?"

"I can help you get into the city!" Whiteton said quickly: "I have some soldiers in my hand who are willing to loyal to me. You only have four. How can you deal with a knight? I know the stronghold of the knight, and I know they are there. How many people are there in the city! I, I can help you enter the knights stronghold!...How did you unite and enmity with the knights?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Carla's cold voice made Wydon choke the rest of the words in his throat.

He has been trying to seize the initiative in discourse and inquire about their identities. He thought he was covering up well, but Zelin could hear it.

"But you also cooperate with another group of people. Who are they? Also the Knights?"

"What?" The Lord opened his eyes, as if his cheeks turned red because of hanging for too long: "Who are you talking about?"

"The people you met on the black market. We've been eyeing you!" Adelin took a step forward: "We know more than you! Don't try to lie to us!"

"Well, that's just a bunch of lunatics." Wydon did not hesitate to tell all the news related to the cultists: "They are hiding in Mouse Lane, a group of tomb robbers, and they like to dress up as ancient cultists. Looks like. But this group of poor bugs can't do anything, except they are willing to go where no one wants to go! I just asked them to help me find the tomb of Lakis, nothing more."

Zelin first asked the Templar questions. When he is in danger and the alertness in his heart is not so heavy, he threatens his life and throws out the wizarding society problem. At this time, normal people will subconsciously abandon those things that are not so important to them in exchange for safety. .

His strategy succeeded.

"The Tomb of Lakis? How much do you know about them? Tell them all. Who knows if you are trying to justify your more important allies!"

"How could I be an ally with that group of people?" Wydon seemed to be dumbfounded by Adelin's suspicion: "They are just a group of rats, often haunting the cemetery. It is said that they came to Westmar two years ago. A group of thieves from Kingsport, there are many ruins there, but I don’t know why they suddenly came to Westmar. They can always come back alive from the grave, so I hired them to do this. You can believe me, they are just a group of tomb robbers That's all, there is no harm. They call themselves cultists, but I have never heard of them that cultists still have to bargain with people on the black market to make money."

Chapter 2762 The Justice of the Guards

"You're right, Adelin, he might lie to us." Zelin smiled self-deprecatingly, and took a step back: "You said. The most correct choice for us is to kill him. Remember not to fool your head. It's broken, I have to go back again and throw his head on the wall."

Watching Adelin and Kara draw out their dagger and machete,

"Wait! Wait! I can tell you a secret, a secret!" Whiteton suddenly said loudly: "The chief of the Knights Templar came to Westmar yesterday!"

"...The chief came to Westmar?" Zelin and Johanna looked at each other. The latter took a deep breath and suppressed the thought of asking: "Why?"

"No, no one knows about it, my friend." Wydon shook his head: "But, but I can tell you where he is, I know where he stays... I know How do I get into their headquarters! I can help you!"

Johanna nodded to Zelin.

"What is your plan?"

"Tomorrow! Tomorrow early in the morning, I will meet with the head of the group!" Lord Wyton said: "You can pretend to be my entourage. I can take you in. That's it, you can see the head of the group directly!"