"But they didn't summon demons, and I didn't see any demon creatures like Sims nearby." Zelin shook his head: "It is inevitable that there will be some past stories in places like Willen being used as warnings by people. Passed down in the form of folk songs, it sounds like warning people not to trade with the devil. But you are right, we should go."

The Devil’s Pit is not far from the Crossroads Inn. Zelin and Tishaya are standing on a bushy hill, looking at the fence of the Devil’s Pit in the distance. Francesca will prepare some illusions in other places, and these illusions will attract the attention of the elves in the demon pit like a real patrol. As long as someone leaves the mine, the rest can be given to Zelin and Tishaya.

"What did you talk to Enid last night?"

Squatting halfway behind the bushes, observing the exit of the Devil's Pit, Zelin asked casually. Although Eofis did not find out who brought the weapon in from the dwarf blacksmith in the crow den, he got a drawing of the demon pit or mine in the baron’s castle, and the price was to promise the local elves if anyone Finding clues to the **** baron's missing wife and daughter, he immediately went to the crow's den to report it to him.

"We are friends, and friends talk about some personal issues." Tisaya looked down at the crystal ball in her hand, and the environment near the devil's pit emerged in the crystal ball. She will not directly project the inside of the Demon Pit, which contains anti-magical metal interference, and may be detected by the warlock hiding in the mine: "Are the demon hunters always so curious?"

"No, it's just that Enid was a little weird after coming back yesterday, she even told me to... have a good relationship with my friends."

Zelling paused and didn't say the rest. Last night, after Francesca came back, she looked very happy, very happy, lying in Zelin's arms, and kept talking about her next life plan, including other people in the castle, such as Virginia and Gnaya. , She will try to get along well with them. And more things that Zelin is not suitable to say in front of Tishaya. He didn't talk about today's actions at all, or consider how to settle these elves, as if they had suddenly changed individuals.

But Zelin knew that she was not someone who would give up halfway through doing things.

"This is normal. Some of her friends may be unbearable for you, but you have a good relationship with them, at least they look good. So she also wants to have a decent friendship with your friends." Tisha Ya Idle put her left hand on the crystal ball, and the picture gradually deflected.

There is only one entrance to the Devil’s Pit mine. According to the information obtained by Francesca from Iofis, the miners once dug a mysterious underground ruin in it, and then various miners died. Case, so the mine was forced to be abandoned. Therefore, the mine was not completed. There was only this exit, and they could safely monitor them, and they didn't have to worry about the elves appearing from another place and even missed it.

"That's it." Zelin sighed slightly. He narrowed his eyes slightly. The eyes of the demon hunter through the sudden change were enough to make him see the wind and grass at the exit.

He didn't understand why the elves chose this place as a base. There were no other escape exits. Once surrounded, the enemies outside only needed to set fire to burn everyone to death.

"Look, someone has come out."

Tisaya suddenly reminded that in the crystal ball, two masked elves wearing shawls walked out of the fence gate, looked around, and quickly hid in the woodland by the roadside.

"I saw it." Zelin stood up: "When I come back, I will drag the target over."

"No, acting with you can save unnecessary links." Tisaya chanted a spell, and her figure immediately became translucent: "Invisibility spells, I won't hold you back."

The 2330th Chapter Plague Weapon

Willen is a world of shrubs, swamps and poplars.

The sea breeze is restless, and the woodland responds with rustling.

It's windy.

The southern sky was covered with dark clouds, gloomy pressing against Willen, as if a gathering storm was about to tear up all obstacles along the way.

"It's so cold."

An elf pulled the shawl on his shoulders, his hood covered his ears, but the cold wind was still pouring into the collar, as if it was not May at all, but February.

"This is a sign of contempt for the times, and the prophecy has long been fulfilled." Another elf carried a bow and arrow and stared cautiously around: "Iselina had already predicted that the end of the era is approaching. Those who endure the baptism of fire will See the new future, and the losers will completely disappear in the dust of history."

"Have you seen the traces of the Nilfgaard?" The third elf squatted on the ground, carefully observing the sparse and withered weeds in front of him: "It's strange, the sentry reported that Nilfgaard's appeared here today. Patrol team. How did the men in black come here? After the last war, their patrol team usually didn't cross the village of Mispukoud."

"The people in black are very cunning and stupid. Maybe they don't believe that there are demons in the mine, but they just think there is a mine." The elf wearing a light green shawl stared around vigilantly: "Continue searching and don't relax. Three days. Earlier, the spy returned a message that a group of soldiers from Vizima came to investigate the whereabouts of the gentleman. This incident must not be exposed. The emperor who betrayed our clan will pay for his actions!"

Suddenly, the figure of the elf behind him shook twice, as if suddenly becoming extremely sleepy. He swayed around the place and fell to the ground with a puff.

"Huh?"

Hearing the sound behind them, the two elves in front turned their heads. The moment they turned around, a ghostly figure sprang out from the bushes in front of them, and the wooden stick in his hand accurately hit the elf's side face. He controlled the intensity very well to ensure that this blow could make the opponent. Passed in a coma without breaking his skull. Demon hunters have not known how many times they have done this in the past. The elf in front of him fell to the side and fell heavily to the ground.

The third elf raised up the scimitar in his hand, leaned down in a vigilant manner, preparing to deal with the attack of the demon hunter. But he hasn't completely turned around. The ground under his feet seemed to be spilled with oil, but the motion of turning around made him lose his balance. The invisible Tisya revealed her figure and flicked her finger in front of the scout. His eyes instantly lost focus, and a cloud of darkness was cast over them.

"Mind control?"

"I heard that the demon hunter has a sign that can control the enemy's spirit, called the Axie sign. It seems that you are familiar with this state." Tisaya walked to the elf who was stunned by the demon hunter and squatted halfway. Lower body. She fumbled on the elf: "There should be only three of them."

"Actually only you can do it, right?" Zelin looked at the two spirit-controlled elves: "Your magic can kill three of them in an instant."

"No, there are some things that you need to do." As he said, Tisaya took out a tan metal plate from the stunned elf: "I want to start reading his thinking, you are here to help me guard, This is a job that requires very high levels of detail and concentration. No one can disturb him, otherwise the magic may burn his brain."

"Don't worry, I won't let anyone near here."

Zelin nodded. He remembered how Tishaya used this trick to deal with the ambassador of the Empire last time in Lomugne.

Before long, a rustling sound came from the bushes not far away. Zelin pulled out the ebony blade from his waist and stared vigilantly in the direction of the sound. After a while, Francesca's figure walked out. Anxious eyes swept across the elf lying on the ground, she sighed lightly and walked towards Zelin.

Zelin stretched out his fingers and put them in front of his mouth, made a quiet gesture to her, and then pointed to Tisaya, who was releasing her mind reading skills.

Francesca showed a clear look. She held Zelin's hand and leaned against the demon hunter.

"How is the situation?"

The voice appeared directly in the head of the demon hunter: "This is the soldier they sent to investigate?"

Zelin continued to nod, stretched out three fingers, and pointed at all the elves on the ground.

"When I came back just now, I suspected that the illusion might have alerted them. They seemed to be gathering."

Zelin could feel the sweat oozing from the palm of Francesca's palm. She is very worried about whether the plan will fail. If it fails, or stimulates the Squirrel Party in the Devil’s Pit to take the initiative to attack the Imperial Army, I am afraid that in order to protect the safety of Hundred Flowers Valley and the elves living in other areas of the empire, she can only sell these three hundred People, so as not to be caught by competitors.

Zelin's fingers clasped her palm tightly, sighed lightly, and made a gesture of peace and quiet.

He still remembered what the elf, who looked like the leader, said to his subordinates before the attack. He spoke the ancient language very quickly, but Zelin still vaguely understood some of the passages. He mentioned that a hunter from Vizima was hunting down a person related to this group of squirrel parties. The demon hunter is not someone who doesn't know how to associate. In fact, he often connects various seemingly unrelated things to calculate the identity, type and power of the monster.

About five days ago, he met Vincent Mason who led the Vizima guards to Willen at the Crossroads Inn, and the latter told him that he was being ordered to hunt down a wanted man in the Nilfgaard Empire.

It is difficult for Zelin not to put these two things together.

After a while, Tisaya opened her eyes again.

"What's the matter?" Francesca hurriedly stepped forward: "What are they planning?"

"...The situation may be worse than we expected, Enid." Tishaya pursed her mouth, her face stiff: "They have plague weapons, and you know their leader."

"Who?"

"Isengrin Faotiana." Tisaya moved her gaze from Enid to Zelin, and looked at the elf's eyes again: "Colonel Iron Wolf."

In the Devil Pit mine, the black elves bowed to their leader.

"Colonel, the situation is getting worse and Nilfgaard's patrol team appeared outside the camp. The master suspects that the emperor's scout team may have noticed him here."

"The scout hasn't returned the report?"

The brown-haired elf standing in front of a stone sculpture raised his head and looked at the white marble angel statue standing in front of him. He is tall and has a stronger physique than others. There is a scar on his face that spreads from the left cheek to the right eye, leaving a deep mark on the bridge of the nose, and there is still light blue and light on the cheek side. There were brown camouflage traces and a pair of jet-black eyes. There was no anxiety caused by the reports of the subordinates. They just looked at the sculpture in front of him admiringly.

"They left for less than half an hour."

"I understand." The elf leader nodded: "Assemble the staff and wait until the evening, and we will set off."

"Yes, sir."