The Journey of the Demon Hunter

She didn't see anything, there was not much of her soul left, and when she was an undead, she had lost most of her memories. If it weren't for the only remaining family members, I would have forgotten everything and myself on the way to escape, and finally became a living corpse wandering in place unconsciously.

Everything is over, she will still fall in the hands of the enemy, and the only remaining soul will be taken away as firewood. After losing the soul, Ash’s body will also become a real fly ash, disappearing in this world.

Eredel's sky is always a white and vast landscape, while Rondall is just the opposite. Only the undead can live in that dark place. Fingers were as heavy as a kilogram, and listening to the approaching footsteps, Friede slowly closed his eyes.

"Yulia, Lilianne..."

It would be great if he could return to Rondoll again.

Zelin walked over and picked up the sickle beside her. The chill on the sickle made him carefully put the weapon on the ice cube on the ground aside. The surrounding obelisks fell to the ground, not to mention the broken ice. Maybe he should try to put the sickle back, but after considering the cold above, he decided to put the weapon in place and wait for Gail to deal with it. He is a local and he must know what to do.

He bent down, making sure that Frid was dead. How could a person without breathing be alive.

Frid has other companions. The Demon Hunter is not a resident of this world. He can’t figure out what the Losric’s coup has to do with these people known as the Black Church, but he can give Frid to Gal, Gail and these arakkoa belong to the belief known as the White Sect. It seems that they have a good relationship with the mainstream belief outside the Youth Sect. Maybe they can find a way to find out some hidden secrets.

Zelin didn't understand that if the flame goes out, the world will be destroyed, why someone will always try to put out the fire. The chief priest of Losric told him that just the flames were dimmed, and the world would fall into a huge crisis, not to mention how terrible it would be after it was extinguished. Besides, Zelin also saw those undead settlements, where there were undead people about to become living corpses, as well as the mutant arakkoa in the forest.

The lords will provoke conflicts, because those conflicts will only destroy one or two villages; the kings will initiate wars, because those wars will only affect one or two cities, but whether it is the princes of the empire in the south or the kings of the north, When facing the black sun curse that the evil **** Lilith was predicted to descend, his attitude was surprisingly consistent.

Sometimes, the topic of one or two wars is not as good as a prediction containing the topic of the destruction of the world. People can escape the war, but they cannot escape the world.

"Gail, you don't need to worry about what trouble Freid will cause you anymore."

Back in the chapel, Zelin saw Knight Gael again, but not in the chapel, but in the attic of the chapel. Next to the attic, the little girl is sitting where the sun shines, applying paint on the drawing board.

"I'm very happy, I didn't misunderstand the wrong person, you are enough to take this responsibility." Gail smiled and coughed a few times. Or something that has been lost. Unlike the people outside, Ereder is a place to preserve fire, no matter what kind of fire, civilization, or heritage."

Ereder did have the confidence to let Gale say that his reward would be more generous than Zelin's promise. There are many treasures that can feel the weight of time. It is a pity that most of the papers that are used by Gael as treasures and record miracles are not as good as those that can be smeared on the blades of the sword. The colorful pine resin has Value.

Zelin asked for a lot of golden pine resin. As for the remaining coke pine resin and green white pine resin, he asked for a few portions. There is also a crimson balm called Casas Red Knife, which is said to have been smeared with Casas Red. After being hit by the weapon of the knife, the wound will become difficult to heal.

The demon hunter put these things in bottles and carefully placed them in the cloth bag where the bombs were originally placed. These things can certainly help the research on sword oil.

"Your lady is still painting there now?"

"The things that Miss drew will repair Eredel's damage. Miss can only draw things that she has seen."

"Can she draw a flame?"

"Yes, only when Ereder's corruption is difficult to eliminate, we will let Ereder be lit, let the eldest lady see the flame, and then draw a new picture."

"Can you only draw what you see?" Zelin thought for a while, and took out something from the waist. "Hey, do you still need help? I have a few vivid pictures. If your lady likes her, let her Take it and take a look."

"...No, thank you for your kindness." Seeing what the demon hunter brought out, Gal shook his head and rejected his kindness.

In the snow-covered Ereder, a trace of flame gradually appeared. The tall priest held the golden container, and flames gushed out of the container like a stream of water, pouring on the corrupted places. As if encountering dry wood from a raging fire, the rotten things that Igni Fayin could not ignite quickly burned and withered.

The arakkoa seemed to have regained their vitality. They gathered at the church in the highest part of the village, as if looking at something sacred, opened their hands, facing the flames, or facing the priest, as if praying. Although it was silent, Zelin could feel the gratitude and cheers of these arakkoa.

"You, that's you."

The priest, holding the flame container in both hands, whispered to the demon hunter. He was very big, and he seemed to be worried that his voice was too loud to disturb someone. The priest lowered his voice again, "Nah, don't worry, I just heard Gail say that you defeated Frid."

Seeing the demon hunter nodded. The priest's face, hiding in his large robe, seemed to have a sad expression. His head is not small compared to a normal person, but compared to his huge body, it is a little asymmetry.

"Ah, ah... she is a pitiful sister... I saw her soul, the care and sorrow in her mutilated soul. She showed me the light in the darkness where the flame was extinguished." Father Her voice was a little sour and hoarse. "Gail told me everything...you beat Master Priscilla where she used to stop. I tell you, Eredel's exit."

The priest held the huge thing called the king's weapon. He stretched out his fingers like a dead poplar bark, pointing in the direction of the arena. "You are not ashes, you can't use flames to leave. Get to the top of that place, behind, jump down is the way out. The undead of the past The hero, it was there after talking to Lord Priscilla, and left the picture scroll. Also, please bring this."

The priest flicked his fingers, and a spark was leaping, floating. The weather in Eredel was so cold, but this spark was tenacious, and after leaving the flame, it continued to flutter.

"Be careful, wrap it with your hands, and bring this to Frid, let her feel the flame and the last wish." The priest's face was buried in the velvet neckline, he "I...I don’t think that lying in the cold snow, with that concern, turned into a piece of fly ash is the ending she deserves... I see too much from her soul So many things, sadness overwhelmed me, Gail reminded me of my duty, but... my soul can no longer forget it, this sadness... sorry." He shook his head, "I'm leaving. Everything, I beg you."

Chapter 437: Spark of Fire

Eredel's flames rekindled.

Those who do not know the flames are not enough to paint the world; those who are tempted by fire cannot paint the world.

"Ah... the sound of the flame can be heard here."

There are flames everywhere, and the flames are burning, using many parts of this world as fuel, burning the corruption that stains Eredel. The arakkoa who spoke to Zelin for the first time stayed near the exit of the village, raised his bald head, and his protruding eyes were covered with a layer of white pans. "Just like before, this flame will wash away the dirt, and the lady can see This flame paints a new picture. A similar, new world in the painting."

"I thought that the flame must have a salary king to be used as a firewood to burn."

Zelin, who was staying in the cathedral to pick the trophies, originally wanted to go through the chapel and go directly to the suspension bridge to return to the arena. His mission is completed, the flames of Eredel will continue, and the inhabitants of this world will no longer be attracted by those corruptions and become monsters like flies. As a result, when he came back to his senses, he found that the road from the cathedral to the chapel on the top of the mountain had been covered by burning flames. Out of safety considerations, he decided not to try whether Kunen's Fayin could block this distinctive flame.

"King King, I still ignite the world. We are all for the continuation of the world, but we are more decent than the group of people outside." The arakkoa's voice is low, "Um... I should give you a disc... Hey What about my disc..."

Seeing the arakkoa looking down for the wedge-shaped stone disc, Zelin sighed, "Go to the fire and roast it, you are already alive. Oh, by the way, I heard that the undead are losing everything. Will become a living corpse after memory?"

"Well, yes. Hey... where is my disk?"

The arakkoa lifted the lid of the large pot on the stove, and looked inside, "It's really weird, I remember it was placed here."

"Hi, don't look for it, you have already given it to me."

"Huh?" The arakkoa raised his head, looked at the demon hunter, and then slowly twisted his slender neck a half circle. "Well..." Then he turned back. "You are such a good person, I have another one here. Wedge-shaped stone fragments, just..."

"No way, no way, I don't want your things anymore."

It wasn't Zelin's style to take things that shouldn't be his own when the opponent's brain was not working well. Besides, the arakkoa has already given the wedge-shaped stone disc to the demon hunter. Zelin likes to get paid, but he won't get any kind of compensation without discrimination.

"Don't mind, it's no longer useful for me to stay by my side."

The arakkoa seemed to take Zelin's resignation as humility.

"Okay, okay, if you really want to give it, I'll exchange it with you."

After thinking about it, Zelin still brought out something that he felt was very precious and worthy of comparable to the wedge-shaped stone fragments.

"I know it’s a bit cumbersome to use, but don’t care. I will leave you with the rules of the gameplay. Then you can study it slowly with other arakkoa in the village. If you are undead, as long as you can keep it Reason, life span must be very long."

"Um... you are a good person."

"By the way, remember to recommend it to your young lady when Gale is away." Gale is an old man, and his thinking may be a little rigid, but Zelin believes that this thing is attractive to young people.

While watching the flames in Crow Village gradually devour all the places eroded by the putrefaction, Zelin made a simple sword belt for the Black Flame Sword by the way. Originally, the demon hunter still wanted to walk the rest of the road with two legs, but after he put everything on his body, he decided to find a means of transportation.

So a bunch of things were hung on both sides of the ghost horse Avak.

The horse's hoof slammed on the solid ice. In the distance, two big crabs still wandered leisurely down the river valley. The sound of the flame seemed to penetrate the distance and space. No matter where it was, the crackling sound of the flame burning could be heard. The snow in the sky drifted more quickly, and the snowflakes became much bigger, but the snow became dim, and Zelin couldn't tell how much was snow and how much was gray.

The Millwood knights still guarded the huge tree roots on the cliff with due diligence on the roots, even if they had become living corpses. Perhaps the arakkoa is right, everyone can find their place in Eredel, even if they have lost their hometown and turned into living corpses, the Knights of Millwood wandering aimlessly, they also find a piece of belonging in the painting Own forest.

He patted the ice falling on his shoulders, and several spears shot by the tall Millwood knights pierced into the nearby ice, and the ice **** splashed by the explosion fell on Zelin. However, the demon hunters have become accustomed to this place, and the attacks of these zombie knights have never hit them.

Gail has been guarding the chapel, and the white-haired girl is drawing a picture. Zelin really couldn't understand the matter of turning a painting into a living world, but Gail told him that it is the flame that makes this painting a real shelter.