The bow hunter is just narrating an event that has already happened.

Zelin didn't doubt how many places he had explored when he fell into this dream state. Every death means that the dream begins again.

"What do I think you will do?"

"What's the point of what I do?" Simon asked, "Whenever I experience death and open my eyes, the world will go back to that afternoon, back to the beginning of everything. They will do the same thing. , Step into the same death. Dozens of times, hundreds of times? Why do you care about these, when the dream starts again, they will come back to life." The bow hunter showed a weak expression for the first time, "You don't need to care about these," No one can find the secret without dying all at once, and once they die, everything will start again."

"No, I think I can." Zelin said seriously. "I don't like doing nothing and watching people I know die. You know, I don't have the blood of Yanan, and I can't dream. I will solve these things. , My demon hunting commission has never failed."

"Why are you so sure?"

"If I fail, I die, so I can be sure that I haven't failed."

"You don't look like a hunter at all." Simon shook his head. "Hunters only know about hunting, endless hunting. Are you really a hunter? Is it just because I have died too many times and have hallucinations?"

"I am not a hunter." Zelin shook his head. "You return to Yanan, we can cooperate to solve the problem."

After thinking for a while, Simon nodded, "Do I have other options? Be careful, don't die here."

The carriage stopped. The demon hunter opened the door, and there was an endless swamp in front of him. Two horses stopped here. In front of the carriage is a winding path that extends all the way into the swamp, and is eventually covered by reeds. In the distance, you can see the looming lights of the small fishing village in the wind and rain, as well as the silhouettes of houses that sometimes loom in the mist. The demon hunter pulled into the cloak to prevent raindrops from leaking into the collar through the gap.

The wind was strong, Zelin turned around, only to find that Simon was missing again.

Shaking his head, the demon hunter pulled into his cloak. The grease on the outer layer of the cloak can ensure that the rain will not soak the cloak, but in the face of such violent wind and rain, Zelin can only hope that the cloak will be as effective as it used to be.

Simon told the Demon Hunter his previous dream experiences. Almost every time, every time, he died when the nightmare was about to end, when he was about to come into contact with the secret.

There are too many things hidden in this small fishing village.

Unbelievable, but Simon told him that.

As he walked forward, Zelin carefully paid attention to his feet. The intense ocean scent and fishy smell came out. Although the damp stench is intoxicating, it gives people a feeling of openness. The unchanging sea surface is still, without any emotional fluctuations, and there is no wind, so the smell fills the air and penetrates every piece of space.

The demon hunter stared at the swamp warily, staring at the ground and nearby. However, there are no monsters in the swamps of this world, at least there is no monster like the water ghost that will directly attack him from the swamp.

He kept walking forward. Gradually, his boots stepped into shallow water. The small fishing village was not far away. The ground of the fishing village was covered by a layer of stagnant water that could flow over the boots. This is not the stagnant water caused by heavy rains, as if the residents of the fishing village like to live in such a humid environment with stagnant water. Far away, the vision of the demon hunter could make him see that most of the houses in the fishing village were severely eroded by water. The dark wooden planks are covered with densely packed barnacles, as if they have been painted with a layer of white powder on the wooden planks.

But what attracts demon hunters more is the many dilapidated wooden boats on the sea, with a candle lit on the bow, and all the boats are lying motionless on the shore. The villagers here seem to be preparing for some ritual.

Standing on the shore, Zelin walked a few steps inside. He looked at the water not far away. Through the water, he seemed to see the reflection of a weird city. The rugged and weird rocks were pieced together like a strange imitation of architecture. It looked like there was no ripple on the water, and the sea in the distance was shrouded in mist. Perhaps he was just dazzled and treated the rocks in the water as a strange city.

But even if there is an underwater city, the primary target of the demon hunter should be placed on the small fishing village in front of him.

There was silence in the small fishing village.

This fishing village is famous for their fishing skills. No matter what the weather, no one can see the fish even in the nearby sea, but this small fishing village always gets the catch they want, as if nearby Schools of fish always gather near small fishing villages, and there has been no sign of exhaustion for a long time.

Zelin predicted that if there is such a fishing village in his world, within a few years, this fishing village will become a wharf town. In about a dozen years, this wharf will become the most famous and most famous local. A prosperous fishing city.

But in fact, villagers in small fishing villages do not like any outsiders living in their villages. No one knows when this small fishing village appeared, as if before the establishment of Yanan Town, this village was located in the reeds and marshland. No one knows where they originated and when they lived here. Only some local villagers took their catches to Yanan Town. However, since the swamps spread and flooded many roads, villagers who had rarely appeared are now even rarer.

The fishing village still showed a dilapidated appearance, and the sky was gloomy. The heavy rain became much smaller, but somehow, standing not far from the entrance of the small fishing village, the demon hunter did not see any trace of the villagers. The whole fishing village was empty. Walking in the stagnant water halfway through the boots, he could only hear the quiet sound of water as he walked.

Lowering his hood, Zelin walked into this small fishing village with only the sound of water and wind, step by step.

Chapter 549 The Haze of Small Fishing Village

As soon as the private interview was over, the consul of the king, who served for King Hensai of Kovind, simply bowed to the queen of Baihuagu. The queen lay two cats on the ground lazily. The consul looked at the two cats vigilantly. He was a northerner and knew what magic it was, and when he had any transgressive or dangerous behavior. What can cats do. After receiving the Queen's wave of hand, he turned and exited the door of the hall of Baihua Valley Castle.

"The spy's inspection started to annoy me." Francesca rubbed her forehead. Behind the side door, the dragonborn Genia came out from the inside. "The day after tomorrow, Rydania will send a trade envoy. The delegation came to Baihua Valley for a visit, the trade mission? Ha, I might as well call it the spy mission."

"Sorry, I can't help you in this regard." Gnaiya scratched the back of her head and smiled apologetically.

"It's okay, Gnaiya, you have helped me a lot." Francesca went to the palace window and looked out. For the first time in thousands of years, farmland has appeared in the territory of the elves. Most of the elves don’t know anything about planting, but on the fertile land nourished by ashes, under the guidance, this land will regenerate sooner or later. "Are you going to go back to the sky?" The elves turned their heads and said Asked "when?"

"Recently, within a week." Ganya replied, "If I can, I want to be as soon as possible. Skyrim's peace treaty has not been broken. If I go back now, I think there may be far fewer things from other aspects. I don't want to deal with the Empire or the Stormcloak at all."

"Empire and rebels?" Francesca giggled. "No matter what world it is, we can always find a lot in common." The queen's hand was on the window sill. "I really don't know what world he is in again? I heard him say that he had been to a country ruled by knights for the first time, and their king was called the knight king, which is really interesting."

"Have you not contacted him yet?" Long Yi asked.

"No, I'm very worried. Will he be in a place similar to the world we visited last time." The elf sighed. If I can find a way to contact him, there seems to be something blocking the chaotic energy."

"Remember to tell me then, you can contact Virginia, and she will know where I am."

The warlock looked at the glass in his hand and nodded, "I will contact you at that time. If you are in trouble, remember to tell me and we can solve it together."

"How can there be trouble?" The Dragonborn smiled.

The telescope in his hand reflected a faint light. After confirming that this thing could not help him, Zelin took the communication tool with Francesca back into his jacket pocket. The small fishing village is damp and cold. Fortunately, the clothes he got from the Skyline Sharp Eye Eagle can keep his strength and body temperature. It is too humid here. Zelin can be sure that it is difficult for ordinary people to live in such a humid place, half on the ground. The place is filled with water, and the air is full of fishy smells. Whether it is day or night, the sky here seems to be always foggy.

Zelin cautiously walked into the village, and the village was silent.

"Where did these villagers go... where are they?"

With such doubts, Zelin walked into a gloomy fishing village.

The building here is in serious decline. To the left of the entrance of the small fishing village is a private house. The door of the house is open. It doesn't matter if someone can see the situation directly through the door. Although there is almost nothing in this house.

Zelin walked past the door, and the dark green wooden planks almost covered with moss creaked under the footsteps of his boots. There are two floors in this house, there is no furniture inside, and there is no necessary wooden cabinets, seats and beds. There are only some clay pots and wooden boxes.

"This is...fat?"

The demon hunter walked to the clay pot and looked down. The liquid in the clay pot does indeed look like grease. He raised his head and saw an oil lamp made of ceramic hanging on the roof not far from the pile of clay pots. After a few seconds, he wanted to understand what it was.

He lowered his head and saw a strand of silk near the clay pot.

"As long as you step on the silk thread, the oil lamp will fall, and then hit these oil tanks filled with grease." Zelin took a step back cautiously. "It's really passionate." The demon hunter's vision began to cautiously probe the surroundings. The combination of grease and flame is not a joke in such a house.

Barnacles and moss almost completely cover the original appearance of the wooden planks. The houses here seem to be often soaked in sea water. Many places have been in disrepair. The wooden planks are beginning to rot. Zelin is surprised why the house in front of him can still persist. So long.

To be precise, why can people still live in such houses?

The demon hunter walked up to the second floor of the house, which was also empty. There was a wooden board in the air connecting the house with the cabin on the opposite side. Zelin stood on the wooden board, and he could see a large area in front of the small fishing village.

In front of it seemed to be a place that could be called a fishing village square, with a well in the middle of the circular open space. There are a few dead locust trees nearby. This village is obviously not suitable for plant growth. Compared with other places, the accumulation of water on the square does not seem to be that serious, but apart from here, Zelin has not seen any plants in other places. Trace. Many are built around the square. The dilapidated windows of these houses are filled with rags, and shells can be seen everywhere on the ground and in the corners.

The layout here is a fishing village in any way, but the demon hunter feels that this is not only a fishing village, but rather, he would not be surprised if the village sinks to the bottom of the sea. How could anyone like to live in such a humid and dark place?

For some reason, this place gave the demon hunter an instinctive disgust and weirdness. Compared with these gloomy and bleak-looking buildings, this weird and unknown feeling made him feel disgust in his heart. He now somewhat understands why the fishery here has not developed into a prosperous fishing town, but has gradually become dilapidated in the prosperity of fishing. This fishing village is instinctively refusing other people to move in and settle down.

At this time, Zelin found some unusual clues on the ground in the small fishing village. A group of footprints all point in the same direction. These footprints should explain where the villagers in the fishing village have gone, all seem to point to the coastal direction. But what really attracted the demon hunter was not the direction of the footprints, but the appearance of the footprints themselves.

Chapter 550 Attackers

This is...webbed?

The demon hunter squatted down. In the square of the small fishing village, the ground like the mud on the seabed could easily leave footprints. Zelin carefully surveyed the footprints on the ground, and he felt unbelievable. If he was tracking monsters like water ghosts, he wouldn't have any doubts about such footprints, but now he is looking for villagers in this small fishing village, not monsters with webbed feet.