The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The priest opened his arms, as if welcoming something.

Soon, the thin cloth robe was torn apart by the stretched muscles, and the barbs that appeared on the shoulders and chest pierced the vest. The cultist slowly rose to the sky, and his thin body began to transform like a demon!

"This is the real from hell..."

Puff--!

A thin line appeared from the top of the priest's head and extended to the crotch. Immediately, blood sprayed, his body parted to the sides, blood and broken internal organs gushing out. The magic circle that had lost its strength dimmed in an instant, and the transformation of the priest's body also stopped abruptly.

With a puff, the corpse divided in two fell to the ground. Behind, Zelin still kept a half squat when he fell. He held the ebony blade in both hands, and the blade did not leave a trace of blood.

Standing up and blowing a whistle, Zelin looked at the priest's body half turned into a demon on the ground.

"Sorry, you should go to **** first and serve your master."

Chapter 2764: The Trophy of the Wizarding Society

"Successful attack, my friend!"

Johanna took off her helmet and looked around with joy: "I will record this victory in the deed. My apprentice, my apprentice’s apprentice, and my apprentice’s apprentice apprentice will all remember. Today we are in Granville. Stema won the victory over the power of corruption! In the future, many people will avoid going astray due to the corruption of the power of hell!"

"This is definitely not all." Zelin kicked the corpse on the ground, and the corpse turned over, revealing the chest and the remaining pieces of cloth on it. He bent down and fumbled in his pockets, his hands stained with viscous blood: "I hope there are some..." The demon hunter sighed disappointedly: "Oh! There is nothing on him."

"Their temple should be searched." Johanna carried the helmet in her arms, went up the stairs, raised her finger to the three-story building in the middle of the square. She walked to Zelin and patted the demon hunter on the shoulder with a light smile: "Where did you learn this skill?"

"It's a long story, many places." Zelin opened his hands: "Any difficult battle can make me think of a simpler means of confrontation, and then in my free time, I will try to practice these summaries. Or ask others for advice. There is no harm in learning more. Maybe sometime you can save your life."

"It's like jumping off a two-story building for a sneak attack?"

"Of course." Zelin answered, pushing open the door of the cult temple: "If I can rely on a sneak attack to get the first chance, why should I confront the enemy head-on. This is a battle, not a duel, and the winner is the one who survives. Johanna, do you have some ability to detect evil? For example, look for something unusual in this temple?"

For Zelin, the ability of the Azeroth Paladins to detect undead impressed him. In the ruins of the Valley of Flowers, the demon hunters must be careful to clean up the demon spirits, so as not to be caught off guard by a sneak attack, but after Olena joins, the draenei paladin can easily detect it through the wall or even the thick ground. Are there any demon spirits nearby?

Johanna frowned: "Do you look like a well-trained hound?"

"No, it’s just that you can often find a lot of evil. I thought that you have some special abilities that can allow you to directly see the corruption of these areas. If all this is just your exercise, then you are too powerful, you must see There have been many similar situations." Zelin opened the door, and suddenly he was taken aback by the scene in front of him.

"Don't praise me like that, my friend, I'm not angry."

Johanna chuckled slightly, and she walked behind Zelin, and then the Holy Cleric also stopped because of the scene in front of her. "...Is this a windfall?"

In the temple of the cultists, there were no altars or sacrifices as expected by Zelin, no human beings being imprisoned, and no blood splashing on the walls and floors. A banner depicting the logo of the Wizarding Society is hung in the temple. Fifteen fine iron treasure chests are neatly placed under the banner. Some treasure chests are tightly closed, and some treasure chests are open, revealing the piles of gold coins, gems, emeralds, and The gold and silver vessels shone dazzlingly under the torch on the wall.

"Cultist's treasure." Zelin whistled: "Any ideas, Johanna?"

"Thanks to you and me, as well as Adelin and Carla, all of us participated in the investigation and the fight against Mouse Alley. So I suggest that each of the four of us should get three boxes, and then the remaining How about donating the next two boxes to the local orphanage?" Qiao Hanna glanced at the treasure box and looked at Zelin: "What do you think?"

"I thought you would announce that you would return the treasures that the cultists didn't know how to scavenge to the original owners." Zelin said jokingly, "I don't have any opinion, just do it. Move these to the carriage. , And then go to see Kara and Adelin, they should be monitoring the stronghold of the Knights Templar."

"It takes too much time to return to the original owner. It may take me a year to determine who the money belongs to and who is their true heir." Johanna shrugged: "But they can help me repair the armor. Enchanting armor, buying stronger shields and enchanting weapons, when looking for the original owner, I can kill more cultists and **** demons, and protect others from threats."

While carrying the boxes to the carriage outside, Zelin suddenly found that one of the locked boxes was much lighter than expected.

Johanna, who had just carried the last two boxes to the wagon, noticed Zelin crouching in front of a box: "What are you doing?"

"I think the things stored in this box may be different from what we expected." Zelin slowly used the lock opener to try to reach into the keyhole, trying to pry open: "The inside is too light, I suspect that the cultists have put some The more important things are stored in it...Uh, it may be a little difficult, wait for me, I should be able to... well, untie it!"

With a click.

The lid of the iron box popped open, and a scroll lay quietly inside.

"What is this?" Johanna walked behind Zelin, looked over his shoulder, and looked down at the scroll below: "Why are they worth hiding in a treasure chest? Why does this look like a trap, I should pick it up, and hit the curse on it. Is it?"

"No, it's not like a curse." Zelin shook his head: "Why would they put the curse scroll with their own treasure? If it was to curse the property, we had already been recruited when we touched the treasure chest. "He bent down and picked up the scroll. He paused without feeling any discomfort: "Maybe it's just a relatively important document."

Suddenly, the demon hunter heard some strange noises in his ears.

Turned his head and looked at the gate of the temple. He walked quickly to the door. In the alley, a cultist who had been lying on the pile of corpses pretended to be dead climbed up cautiously and searched for his belongings among the charred corpses in the alley. Zelin watched him take his arm from one arm. He took a ring from the top, wiped the ashes on it with the corner of his clothes, blew it, slowly put it in his pocket, and then patted the pocket.

When the two shadows obscured his figure, the cultist took a deep breath.

"...It's not a correct decision not to escape just now." Zelin looked at the cultist squatting next to the pile of corpses with interest: "However, few people still make the wrong decision. Second chance, isn't it?"

Chapter 2765: Knights Templar

This cultist pretending to be dead has no loyalty to the Wizarding Society.

In the shadow of death, he did not hesitate to say everything about the Wizarding Society.

Over the years, more and more Westmar nobles have planned more villages and farmlands as their own estates. Many farmers who lost their fields have become homeless or serfs, and some of the powerful have gone out as explorers. The Wizards’ Association took advantage of the farmers’ displacement and recruited many people to become members of the Wizard’s Association. Under the problem of hunger, few people still think about whether they are believing in heaven or working for hell.

But these farmers came to the Wizarding Club just to make money and survive. At least for now, the Wizarding Society of Westmar has not had time to do some sacrifices to living people, but recently, the leader of the cult has become more and more wrong. Obviously, he secretly sacrificed some living people in exchange for hell. Strength.

He told Zelin and Johanna that their priest had mentioned that this was a scroll related to King's Port, and the spells in it could protect the user. But what exactly it is, I'm afraid only the priest himself and the heroine in his mouth will know.

"Do you know who the mistress is?"

Zelin asked curiously: "Where is she? What is she doing? What is her name? Tell me everything you know."

"Mistress, I don't know if she is a code name or a real person, but since the first day I came here, I have heard this name." The cultist said, his waist crouched and his hands were full of bruises: "Everyone knows to obey the mistress's orders, but no one knows what she ordered. The priest said that the mistress is performing a greater task in Kartim. I suspect he is a liar, he said the mistress What kind of human beings can do this kind of thing if they can talk directly with the demon **** of hell?"

"I see..." Zelin snorted softly, "You can go now."

"Uh..." The cultist moved his gaze from Zelin to Johanna, and then regained his gaze: "You won't kill me after I turn around? I didn't attack you just now, I kept hiding in the house. Here... I told you everything I know!"

"I won't kill you, you can escape to other places, but if I see you next time I deal with wizards, you will definitely die." Zelin stretched out a finger: "And, you'd better Don’t tell any other wizards here, and don’t have any contact with them. Of course, you can decide for yourself, and then pay for your decision."

"Oh, oh..."

The cultist slowly turned around, he walked a few steps, then turned his head to look back, walked a few steps, and looked back again. But Zelin no longer considered him. He walked to the side of the alley, jumped out directly, and disappeared into the night.

Kingsport.

Back in their carriage, Zelin thought about new problems.

It seems that many things have happened in King's Port. After meeting with the people of the Knights Templar, he must go to King's Port. Perhaps the answer is hidden there, in the orphanage that used to recruit staff for the Wizarding Society.

"What are you going to say to the chief of the Knights Templar?" Zelin held the reins and looked at Johanna next to him: "If you can really see him."

"I must point out to him that there is serious corruption in the Knights." Johanna put her elbows on her thighs, folded her hands against the tip of her nose, leaned forward, and raised her eyes to stare at the road ahead: "Sakaran back then. It is precisely because no one dared to point out the corruption in the church that the church has finally fallen to where it is now. Akarat is a saint in the East, but it has gained more believers in the West. Perhaps Westma is the last of Akarat’s faith I don’t want to see it fall into my own hands, repeating the mistakes of the Zakarum Church."

"Seriously, Johanna, I never think that the degeneration of an organization starts from below. The so-called root rot starts from the upper level. Only when they are depraved, people with corrupted moral character have the opportunity to serve as the missionary below. Scholars and priests." Zelin took a deep breath: "I don’t recommend that you have unrealistic fantasies about the Grand Commander. The Grand Commander doesn’t know that I don’t know anything about what’s happening in the Knights. In fact, I Think he is the one who made this decision."

"Then I must remove the corruption." Johanna's voice is cold and determined, unlike the usual warm appearance: "I will never allow anyone to continue to fall in the name of Akarat!"

The carriage drove to a location close to the Xiacheng District.

The streets here are very narrow, with potholes, and some standing water. The stronghold of the Knights Templar is built between twisted and stacked buildings.