The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Yes, yes, all the statues are here, all on the boat."

There were a lot of boxes, and basically they were all moved to the ship. He kicked off the remaining two boxes of wooden lids on the trestle bridge, glanced roughly, and confirmed that there was no target he was looking for inside. His badge was shaking slightly, and the chaos magic power was very scarce. It is estimated that no one except him would have noticed that the badge on his chest was shaking. The goal is here, but with so many statues, it is difficult for him to find the lost statues directly. He noticed that most of the boxes full of statues had been moved to the ship, and the man's eyes looked right and left.

Zelin snorted, pointed at the fat man, and then pointed the tip of his sword at the wooden boat. "You, go control this ship and drive this ship out!"

The fat man's face instantly became as if he had lost a handful of gold that he had just picked up, but under the threat of the blade, he obediently walked over.

Suddenly, there was a deafening explosion in the city, resounding rumblingly in the crypt.

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The shock caused by the explosion made Zelin think that the entire cave was about to collapse.

The city boils like ant nests poured into boiling water.

"God, what's going on here, here is going to collapse!?" A stalactite on the top of the cave fell down, splashed into the river and splashed, and the dust around it pattered down. The overseer fell to the ground. The pockmarked soldier had just poked his head out of the water and hadn't figured out what was going on outside. The falling rock from the top just smashed down and pushed him back into the water with a puff. The broken nose grabbed the fence of the trestle bridge and ran outside while shouting.

"It's an earthquake! It's an earthquake!"

Zelin rubbed the tip of his nose, and the dust raised made him unable to help sneezing, but in the choking dust, he smelled a trace of gunpowder. Now I can’t manage that much. I have to ship the things out first. His statue is in these eight wooden crates. "If you don't want to be buried here, go rowing for me!" He shouted to the overseer. In fact, without him threatening, the fat ball-like overseer can run faster than monkeys for matters that are at stake for his life. "Go boat, get the boat outside!"

Zelin walked across the trestle bridge and kicked away the last wooden box, which contained more than a dozen sculptures. The demon hunter grabbed the statue blocking it and threw it back. The exquisite sculpture fell to the ground and turned into a pile of meaningless crushed lime. All kinds of sculptures came into view, they were all exquisite works of art, but it was a pity that there was no shabby bust that he was looking for. Zelin walked towards the wooden boat, his eyes were opposite to the overseer. The look in the overseer's eyes showed that he wanted to escape, but he also believed that Zelin could take his head away when he had a tendency to escape. This ship does not necessarily require two people to operate. In other words, everyone here is superfluous to the intruder.

As a result, the overseer's waist was bent deeper, his face was smirked, and he kept nodding his head, ready to wait for Zelin to get on the boat and immediately prop up the boat to leave this ghost place. There is no doubt that Manuel II will certainly not forgive such betrayal, so he can only hope that this explosion is a prelude to the Ottoman attack. Unless Manuel dies, he will not be able to continue. Come back here to enjoy your wealth and continue such a rich life.

Then, the overseer's sneer stiffened on his face. It disappears like pieces of mud that are peeling off after drying.

He shook, like a person who had been electrocuted, took a step forward, then fell straight on his back and fell on the rudder. The blood gradually seeped and spread on the lint behind, on the other side. , The soldier squatting on the side of the ship was holding a smoking gun.

While Zelin was inspecting the last wooden crate, the two soldiers who were like passersby suddenly attacked. One of them grabbed a musket in his hand and fired at the overseer on the ship. The other person ran to the ship, pushed away the corpse on the rudder, and suddenly turned the rudder to steer with the help of the water current. The Mazilian soldiers who were originally in the river also climbed onto the boat, grabbed the boat pole in the corpse's hand, and started punting the boat.

The demon hunter jumped over the wooden crate in front of him and swung his sword towards the enemy who had not had time to get into the canoe after firing the shot. The enemy fell to the ground and he stretched out his hand and crawled forward. , But his colleagues did not hesitate to let the ship off the shore and sailed out of the cave along the swift river. Although Zelin's goal was also to transport the cargo out of this ship, he would never think that the two soldiers who suddenly killed the overseer had the same goal as himself.

The soldier who was chopped from behind grabbed Zelin's calf to stop him, and the demon hunter swung his sword back in anger and broke free. He jumped into another wooden boat, and the soldier who had already left the trestle crouched on the boat and fired at the back. The bullet hit the stalactite overhead, the broken stone cone fell down, hit the mast of a wooden boat, and easily tore the canvas hanging on it.

"Kill him!"

A spear stabbed from behind the demon hunter. Zelin grabbed the spear and put the spear on his shoulders and suddenly bent over. The soldier behind was suddenly raised and flew in an arc in mid-air. The trestle was planted into the water.

Seven soldiers ran over to surround him from the other side, all of them wearing Byzantine nose caps. Zelin's fierce sword dance chopped down the front soldier, stabbed with a spear, and was instantly chopped into two pieces by an ebony blade. The attacker wanted to retreat and avoid, but the next moment, he clutched and broke. The hands screamed. Another soldier bent down to pick up a musket, then was kicked, slid out of the water-stained trestle, and finally hit the wooden crate. The remaining three soldiers flinched, and the torches fixed on the wall fell in the vibration. After the flame rolled around, they fell into darkness unwillingly. The demon hunter grinned, his bright golden eyes like polished diamonds in the shadow.

"God bless, this is the devil!"

One soldier fled, and the remaining two looked terrified, struggling.

"Kill him!"

But there was still one soldier who did not hesitate, and he waved his weapon towards Zelin. But Zelin's target was not them, the badge on his chest could no longer perceive the fluctuations of the chaotic magic power, and he had no extra time to waste here. So he raised his hand, and the burst of air from his fingertips caused the soldiers who were charging to fly upside down, turning around in mid-air. The soldier whose head hit the wooden crate was about to get up, and then fell to the ground by his colleague.

The demon hunter did not hide his signature, and the remaining two soldiers screamed and threw away their weapons and fled.

Without anyone's entanglement, Zelin jumped into a good canoe, and the remaining two canoes had been hit by the falling stalactites, or they were tilted by the heavy gravel, or their masts had broken and were difficult to navigate. The stolen ship disappeared in the shadow in front of the underground river, which was connected to the ocean outside, and the cold wind was constantly flowing in.

Zelin grabbed the canvas on the mast, and with a sharp wave, the dark purple sails fluttered. The oncoming breeze pushed the ship back onto the trestle, but the next moment, the wind that pushed the canvas swelled it up completely. The demon hunter held his hands together, and the bright white Alderfa-printed rune appeared in the palm of his hand, and the continuous air current blew the sails and pushed the hull, making the ship like an arrow from the string, turning the noise and sharpness of the shore. Called a brain to leave behind.

Why would soldiers take the risk to grab this ship in his hands? Zelin didn’t think that Manuel would send someone to protect the dead objects of the ship’s worthlessness when his life was threatened. His wealth could buy the guns for arming an army. This statue feels heartache, and for the Templars, the key to the Masyaf library on Manuel’s body is the most important thing. Nuel's guards, who are these people who come to steal the sculptures?

He didn't know.

But he must find the answer.

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The gunfire echoed in the dark cave.

The light of the runes became the only light source in the underground river channel, and there was also the light of fire from time to time.

The bursting sound of the musket echoed in the long and narrow cave, and the bursting sound almost suppressed the noisy sound of water. Instead, the light of Alder's rune became the target of the musketeer in front. Zelin lowered his head, his ears were full of wind, water, and gunfire. Zelin controlled his direction, avoiding the dense reefs in the river.

"Go to hell!"

There was a gunshot, and the distance between them was about 30 meters. The gun hit the sails and ripped a crack in the canvas with a chuckle, and the sound of the wind roared in the crack. "Hurry up, hurry up, you bastard, he's going to catch up! This ship is too sinking!"

Without the help of wind power, their ship’s heavy statues piled up in the cabin, which made the ship’s center of gravity drop. Although it was easier to operate than the demon hunter’s ship, their ship was heavier and slower.

"Are you a fool? Are you blindfolded and need me to teach you how to use weapons? Shoot his canvas so that he can't catch up." The voice of the soldier who was punting the boat was so calm that it made people feel so calm. Chilling, it seemed that he was not running for his life under a huge threat, but was taking a leisurely walk. By the way, I commented on the fighting neighborhood not far away. Everything has nothing to do with him. "Grab a box and throw it into the water. No, throw away the statue inside and let the box float on the water to stop him."

There was an unbearable silence. The pockmarked soldier seemed to realize that he was on the wrong boat.

Then Zelin heard the sound of heavy objects falling into the water. They are throwing redundant statues from the boat. In order to avoid the reefs and the winding river, their speed is not fast, but Zelin did not stop when he passed the place where the statue was thrown. He believed that his target would not be thrown. Going down, all that was thrown away were worthless ornaments, and the badge on his chest confirmed his guess. This made Zelin even more convinced that another group of Byzantines tried to **** the magic sculpture. When the demon hunter had just seized the wharf to find the sculpture, the group of people suddenly rushed out as if they had been in ambush.

Why would anyone in this world **** sculptures that are meaningless to them? Or is it really meaningless to them?

Zelin didn't know, but one thing he was sure of was that he would definitely take the sculpture back.

There was a sound of bowstring vibration, Zelin squatted down, he felt something flying over his head, and pierced the ship's board with a thud.

It is a crossbow arrow.

The demon hunter narrowed his eyes slightly, and he stared at the ever-shortening distance between the two ships. Suddenly, the ship in front turned suddenly, just revealing the wall reflecting the water in front. The river suddenly turned to the right here. Zelin hurriedly stepped to the left, grabbed the turntable and slammed its rudder. Under Alder's strong wind, the Clipper almost completely tilted over, and the barrel on the deck was thrown out. , Shattered on the rock wall.

"Damn it! He's still alive!"

The desperate soldier howled, he fired a shot, and sparks burst from the top of the cave.

Zelin couldn't help but shook his head, their distance was getting closer and closer. He could almost see the imperceptible light at the far end. It was already early morning outside, which was the light reflected by the rising sun.

The demon hunter felt exhausted. The continuous Alderfayin was not more energy-efficient than the flames of Ignifayin. He took a deep breath, and the warmth of the enchanted shirt seemed to gather in his lungs, making him sigh again. Come out. Thanks to the enchantment, fatigue is relieved. He maintained Alderfa Seal with one hand, and took out the pistol with the other. After adding the revolver and various modifications, his hand crossbow became a crossbow that had to be operated with two hands. Now the pistol makes up for this shortcoming.

The distance between them was not close enough, he closed his left eye and aimed with his right eye. The enemy fired another shot, which hit the water, and the splashing waves were run over by the ship before it even fell.

"It's a terrible weapon, the hit rate is too low." The lonely evaluation voice floated from the punting soldier's mouth again.

"What the **** are you talking about!" The soldier Mazilian yelled angrily, and he hurriedly replaced the gun. The punting soldier did not respond, still commenting on the weapon to himself.

"The shooting accuracy of this weapon is not as good as the crossbow. I don't know why there is this weapon. The operation of the crossbow arrow is easier than that of a musket, and its accuracy is higher than that of a musket. A weapon of meaning."

Zelin still held his breath and calmed down, his eyes fixed on the target in front of him.

Looking at the ship that was about to catch up, Mazi shot again.

The bullet flew over the shoulder of the demon hunter, and there was a piercing sound, followed by a strange popping sound, as if someone was whistling behind him---the sail was punched out of a hole. His speed slowed down, but the distance between the two ships was less than ten meters, Zelin's expression became solemn, and the rising sun reflected in the front pierced his eyes.

The demon hunter pulled the trigger, and the sound of commenting on the weapon stopped abruptly.

The body of the punting soldier froze, and the pocked face soldier screamed and threw away the weapon, and kept touching with his hands on his body.

"I was shot, I was shot!"