"It looks like I'll have to talk to Holmes later."

Zelin moved his shoulders. There must be at least one person who can lead everyone through the storm, especially when everyone is afraid of unknown threats. The demon hunter does not want to see this town destroyed by the undead, this is the only place where he can stay. He didn't want to come to another world for a long time before becoming fleeing under a group of undead monsters. In all the other worlds Zelin has been to, this may be one of the worst.

The news that Ramford brought back quickly spread throughout the town.

From time to time on the side of the road, you can hear the townspeople’s fearful conversation. The cattle-slaughter hotel is crowded with farmers who have escaped from the village on the edge of the town. They are wearing shabby clothes, standing in a corner by the hotel wall at a loss, tired Fear was in his eyes. Several stretchers were placed by the wall, and the injured farmer lay on them. They were wrapped in bandages, but the blood that had penetrated had dyed the bandages dark black.

When Zelin walked into the hotel, he happened to see a woman in her thirties who was busy changing a bandage to a farmer lying on the ground. The untied bandage was jet-black in color, and threw it in the corner, emitting a stench. Bron, the innkeeper behind the counter, rubbed the plate roughly, as if trying to clean up everything that had happened.

"Excuse me, ma'am." Zelin asked the woman, "Did Liya come in just now?"

Just now Liya said that he would come to pick up the package. Zelin thought that the contents of the package were not too heavy, but Liya took too long.

"Liya?" The woman raised her head, her eyebrows filled with exhaustion: "Yes, she just came back and went back to her room. Maybe she needs a rest. This child did not stop after the undead appeared. , Has been helping other people in the town."

Zelin noticed that behind the woman, the farmer lying on the stretcher slowly opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling blankly.

"Did you see my husband?"

"Your husband?" Zelin's gaze crossed the shoulders of the woman, watching the farmer who woke up behind him vigilantly. His instinct told him that there would never be anyone who opened his eyes like this without responding after being injured. After experiencing so many weird and terrible things, fear and anxiety are the emotions that a wounded person should have.

"I'm Mila, and my husband is Hegrid." Mrs. Mila worriedly pressed her chest: "He went to check the progress of repairing the wall. Just now I heard a riot at the gate of the city. I don't know what happened. . If you see my husband, can you let him go home earlier?"

"Hegrid is at the gate of the city. I saw him just now. He is safe. He should be chatting with some militiamen now..."

The muffled sound of heavy objects hitting the wall, followed by a muffled roar.

The farmer who had been lying on the ground suddenly sat up and threw himself at Mira, but then he got a kick on his chin and he fell backward, hitting the back of his head heavily against the wall.

People looked at the direction of the sound in surprise.

When the farmer who fell by the wall raised his head, revealing his forehead covered with green spots, the asylum in the hotel screamed to hide in the corner, or rushed out of the hotel.

The farmer who hit the wall jumped up like a spring, opened his mouth to reveal his scorched teeth and rushed towards Mira, his godless eyes turned white, but his body was as deadly and precise as a poisonous snake that had spotted its prey. Mira opened her eyes wide due to the sudden change, squatting on the spot and staring blankly.

Zelin clenched his left fist and hit the farmer's chin with his upper uppercut! The impact on the chin caused the farmer to close his mouth suddenly, and the teeth that hit each other made a clicking sound. The demon hunter turned his wrist abruptly, and a spike pierced from the top of the farmer's head. The farmer's body trembled, and his limbs dropped weakly.

Mira came back to her senses, she wanted to stand up, but her numb calf made her fall back and sit on the ground.

The innkeeper behind the counter still kept the posture of wiping the dishes, wide-eyed watching what happened by the wall. After the dead body fell to the ground with a thud, he slowly exhaled and wiped the dirt off the plate again.

"It's impossible to pass this day."

Mrs. Mira slowly stood up, looked at the fallen corpse in a panic, and stepped back: "This is... what's going on?"

Zelin squatted down and pulled apart the blood-stained linen clothes on the farmer's body. A bite on his arm had completely turned black: "How did he get in?"

"He came to Tristram with other refugees this afternoon. It is a village to the north." Mira slowly patted her chest and exhaled slowly: "He has been feverish since he arrived. In the evening he He fell into a coma. I think it’s good for his body to let him lie in a well-ventilated place..."

"Mrs. Mira." Zelin closed the shirt on the corpse and stood up: "Hegrid is at the gate of the city, please tell him, check all the people who have been bitten, and separate them from the townspeople. ."

Zelin didn't know if this was caused by the bite or poisoning. If the undead outside the city could turn the wounded into their kind, I am afraid this disaster would be more serious than Zelin had imagined. In the world of demon hunters, only demon spirits can confuse those who go out at noon or midnight, allowing victims to die unconsciously and join their ranks. But if it is just injured, it will become undead, and the militia here has no chance of winning when dealing with undead attacks.

Liya was right, she should find a way to cut off the undead's offensive at the source.

For example, those corpse mothers.

Liya’s room is located on the second floor of the Bull Hotel. The hotel’s guest rooms are not small in size, usually there are two houses-a bedroom and a living room. Perhaps it was because the number of tourists in New Tristram was so small that the hotelier decided to turn many small rooms into large rooms to provide better services for rare guests. Liya's room is located at the first door on the left hand side of the stairs.

The door is open, and no oil lamp is lit inside. Standing at the door, Ze Lin vaguely saw a figure standing in the room.

"Leah?"

He tentatively knocked on the open door.

The image of the people in the house suddenly recovered and turned around abruptly, and the wide brown eyes were full of panic.

"What... I..." Liya raised her hand to hold her temple, slowly bent her head down, closed her eyes, and then blinked vigorously: "Oh...sorry, I , How long has it been?"

Zelin frowned: "Are you okay, Liya?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Liya bent down, leaning on her knees with her hands and gasping for breath: "It's just that, I may be too tired to see the hallucinations. Your package is by the bed, please forgive me, I'm going Drink some water in the hall, it's too hot here."

After that, Liya walked to the door lightly, holding the wall with one hand and covering her forehead with the other, and walked towards the stairs.

When passing by with Zelin, the demon hunter saw that Liya's forehead was covered with cold sweat. The windows of the room were open, and the cold wind poured into the room, blowing the curtains.

"No problem?" Zelin turned his head and asked Liya, "Are you hurt?"

"Of course not, it's just..." Liya stopped. She raised her head and looked at the ceiling of the corridor, still facing Zelin with her back: "I'm a little tired recently."

Watching Liya walk down the stairs, Zelin watched her back disappear under the stairs with a puzzled look.

In Liya's room, Zelin not only found his missing package, but also another weapon.

Ebony lay quietly on the bed.

Chapter 2644: Ready to go

People who are bitten will become undead.

This caused a lot of panic in New Tristram. But Zelin believes that this matter should not be kept secret. It is better for people to know this matter than to suffer more from ignorance.

All the injured were moved to the basement of Hegrid's house, guarded by several militiamen.

Liya once said that the ebony blade was lost under the hillside outside the cathedral. Zelin was not in the mood to find out why the ebony blade would appear in New Tristram again and appear in Liya's room. This was a magic artifact belonging to Mephala. No one knew what a demon **** would think. Zelin couldn't figure it out and didn't have the mind to guess. So many years have passed, this weapon has been very useful to him, that's enough.

After checking the package, only some decoctions and potions were missing, and some herbs and saltpeter were damaged by the blisters. He has to recheck those explosives to avoid failure at a critical moment. The most important thing is that the Griffin whistle and Avak's skull are still there. These are very important things. Zelin would rather destroy all the potion items in the package than throw them away.

Lienbow and Silver Sword should have fallen where he fell. Those two weapons were so heavy that they couldn't be washed away by water like this package.

After Liya returned to the hall, she fell asleep on the table. She looks tired, maybe she is. No rest for two consecutive days and two nights is commonplace for demon hunters, but for a young girl who is less than twenty years old, the pressure is too heavy. No one disturbed her, neither did Zelin, he just asked the innkeeper for a windbreaker to put on Liya. She had just sweated a lot, and it was very cold. When she was exhausted, she could easily get sick after sleeping like this.

Bron, the innkeeper, was busy using a mop to remove blood and vomit from the ground.

"Oh, this business can't be done."

The priest’s cottage is located near the gate of the city. It is a narrow wooden house with a Zakarram sign made of wood hanging from the door. Several townspeople crowded in front of the small church, looking inside, trying to figure out what happened in the first place.

Father Malachi is younger than Zelin expected. He may be only in his forties. The wounded Ramford was lying on a wooden plank covered with straw. In front of a wooden table with an oil lamp, the priest sat on a wooden chair and used a stone bowl and a wooden hammer to smash the herbs.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door, the priest raised his head, Malachi had short and capable white hair, and his skin became dull from the wind and sun.

"I remember you, explorer, but you shouldn't walk in when the wounded needs to rest. Just wait outside. If you want to inquire about the news, his life is no longer in danger." The priest's voice was frustrated and orderly. Any word seems to be preaching: "Akarat bless him, he will not be the first victim in the doomsday, but he is certainly not the last. Zakarum is over, who can be in such a disaster? , Protect the flock? This is the end of the prophecy."

"Every day in bad times is like the end, priest, but we are always going to usher in a new day." Zelin looked at Ramford lying on the straw bed: "Is he awake? I have something to ask. Him."

"No." The priest shook his head: "But before he fell into a coma, he described to me many terrible experiences outside the city wall. I don't suggest you wake him up now, maybe I can answer your questions."