"The footprints are very clear."

Zelin carefully analyzed the clues, "The footprints are very deep, they are bent over, the distance between the footprints... Is this on all fours? Interesting. This is... the shoe print? There are a lot of pits on the shoe print, which are left before it rains. It's down. The shoe prints are very shallow. They probably left along this road collectively when it first started to rain."

Based on the clues left by the footprints, Zelin can roughly judge the situation at that time. When the heavy rain began in the evening, these villagers gathered in this small square, and the shoe prints that wandered back and forth repeatedly could confirm the speculation of the demon hunter. Probably when the heavy rain came, these villagers began to move uniformly in the direction they were going, which was probably the seaside.

With such a large scale, I think of the small canoes I saw on the edge of the swamp before he came here. Perhaps the villagers here are preparing for an important ceremony when it is raining. The ceremony must be so important that all the residents of the village have to go, even the houses are neither guarded nor locked.

The rain was still falling, and there were shoe prints in these traces, which reminded Zelin of the villagers in the small fishing village he had passed by in Yanan. Although he was full of strange auras, his gait staggered a bit strangely when he walked, and the soles of his feet looked a little too huge, as if the shoes that didn't fit the feet made him have to drag his cowhide shoes forward.

If the soles of his feet are actually the same as the web marks left on these soils, then this can explain why he behaves that way. Such soles are more suitable for swimming in water, rather than walking on land.

But in the same way, why did the villagers of the small fishing village become like this? Obviously, the people in Yananli knew nothing about what happened in the fishing village. When the blood saint Adeline told Zelin about the small fishing village, she never mentioned the physical variation of the local people. Outsiders are not allowed to enter the small fishing village, perhaps because they are hiding some secrets.

"What are you hiding?"

The demon hunter looked at the direction where the footprints collectively left, pulled out the ebony blade behind, and followed.

At this moment, a white light flashed from the corner of Zelin's eyes. The vigilance and reaction brought about by the long years of fighting made him subconsciously turn back. The harpoon made of steel carried fishy fish and seaweed, and almost wiped the tip of his nose across the front of the demon hunter.

What Zelin saw at the first moment was his unusually large hands, the arms and backs of the hands were covered with blood vessels, showing a very unusual blue-gray color. The fingers are noticeably short compared to the rest of the palm, and they always seem to curl toward the center of the huge palm. I don't know when, a wet villager is beside Zelin, it still maintains the posture of throwing the javelin, and a pair of big round and protruding eyes are staring at the demon hunter.

Under normal circumstances, the demon hunter does not want to conflict with the locals when the situation is still unclear, and try not to participate in the conflicts with the locals as much as possible, and killing is the last option, because it can easily lead to the situation. Out of controllable range. But looking at the villagers in front of him, he could hardly believe that he could communicate in words. This is not a matter of appearance. Facing the villagers, Zelin felt that he was facing a savage monster. In the smell of the sea, the rickety and stiff silent back and the lack of any hair, the bald blue long head began to become more and more obnoxious.

The clothes that the villagers attached to his body were still flowing down. He seemed to have been lying in a puddle not far away, where the water was enough to cover the body of a man lying on the ground. On the back of the cyan head, the wrinkled skin under the cheek seemed to be shaking fish gills. This is not a human being, nor is it a half-murloc, it seems to be the product of forcibly mixing two different species together.

The other party opened his mouth, but there was no voice that the demon hunter could understand. The hoarse voice seemed to be the sound of countless grit rubbing against each other, and it was like the sound of grit scratching on the glass. The broken civilian decoration could not conceal the variation on his body for a long time. There was a harpoon behind the villager. He crouched on his waist, clenched the harpoon in his hand, and stabbed the demon hunter with all his strength.

Zelin seized the opportunity and turned slightly to his side, clenching the ebony blade with both hands. The harpoon swept past the waist of the demon hunter. As soon as he passed by, Zelin swung the blade suddenly, and the ebony blade came up from the bottom. The villager's abdomen began to scratch his greasy and disgusting skin.

In an instant, the demon hunter exchanged positions with the villagers. The villager fell into the stagnant water with a snap, splashing water. It lay motionless in the water, as if it had lost its breath. Zelin noticed that something white, like a maggot, flowed out of his body and slipped into the water and the mud under the water. The clothes on the back of the villager bulged, and fish fins grew on his back. This was not like a half-murloc, and it was not a mutation. It was as if a human being was turning into a fish with age.

The demon hunter carefully watched the surroundings, especially the standing water nearby. He somewhat understood why Simon would say that these places are very dangerous. If you treat this place with human thinking, it is inevitable that you will encounter unmanageable dangers. Who would have thought that villagers could hide in the water so perfectly.

It seems that this is just a leftover villager. Maybe, depending on his clothes and appearance, maybe the villagers who went out in the fishing village just rushed back to the small fishing village tonight. Except for the well, Zelin carefully surveyed any place and made sure that no new sneak attackers would appear here. As for the water well, this well was obviously not built to collect water from a small fishing village. There are no buckets and cables here, but a ladder is built at the head of the well. The bottom of the well was very dark. Zelin looked down at the mouth of the well and could hardly see what was inside.

After thinking about it again and again, the demon hunter decided to follow the direction indicated by the villagers' footprints as soon as possible. Obviously, what ceremony these villagers are holding, and this ceremony must be related to their hidden secrets.

Looking at the road leading to the coastal stone mountain on the other side of the small fishing village square, Zelin put the ebony blade on his shoulders and stepped on the muddy path towards the sea.

Chapter 551 Investigator

The investigation action here is very difficult.

There are too many things that cannot be explained by common sense. Demon hunters can only attribute some phenomena to magic and curses, and to the mysterious and strange rituals of the villagers in the small fishing village. For a demon hunter who is often exposed to magic, this is not too weird, there are too many things that can be understood by magic.

It seems that the small fishing village is not the only area. The demon hunters walked along the mountain road to the direction of the sea. The height here began to rise. The road became no longer so muddy, but it became narrow, and the dense footprints were still clearly visible. The stone barriers on both sides form the outline of the road. Between the rocks, there are some dead weeds and two locust trees lying in the middle of the road. These plants seem to be smeared with a layer of silt, and all appear as black as the seabed.

Reminiscent of the previous village, the villagers here seem to like to turn their place of residence into the appearance of the seabed. Silt, barnacles, seaweed, and the water that almost flooded the village floor.

After walking forward about a hundred meters, the demon hunter finally saw the first murloc. The murloc was wearing a white robe and holding a long stick in his hand. Under his head covered by a rag cloak, several tentacles like octopus whiskers were drooping on his chest. The thing in its hand may be some kind of sacrificial artifact, or it may be a representative of the caster. After all, not all spellcasters use daggers to fight. Similarly, the situation in this small fishing village makes Zelin have to think from a magical perspective.

He hid behind a sturdy locust tree, poking out his head slightly to observe the situation ahead. At the corner of the road ahead, there was a murloc with a bunch of harpoons and javelins on his back. The two murlocs are standing together, they almost completely lack the appearance of humans, and only their limbs can have a little relationship with humans.

The murlocs seemed to be talking. The distance was too far, Zelin could only see their mouths shaking. Unfortunately, he couldn't hear any sounds. He probably couldn't hear what they were doing. If he could understand the language of these murlocs, the remaining actions would become much easier.

"The murloc... will they become murlocs during the ceremony? Or is it just because of the ceremony that the villagers here live with the murlocs?"

Perhaps the small fishing village itself is divided into two parts. Those villagers who still have human figures will live in villages near the swamp, and when they become murlocs, they will follow this road to the beach. Go to the fishing village. Perhaps this can explain why the Yanan people know that the residents of the small fishing village look weird, but they have never discovered their true appearance.

Zelin wiped away the rain that was about to flow into his eyes along his forehead. Heavy rain is not a suitable weather for secret exploration. The direction of the wind was constantly changing, and sometimes raindrops would flow in from his hood, which was abnormal.

He observed the surrounding environment, the hillside here is not too high, maybe he can find a way to go around from the side. No one knows whether attacking the two murlocs will cause the other murlocs to alert. In the mist in the distance, he vaguely saw a huge wooden house, which happened to be in the middle of the mountain road, blocking the road.

It's like a simple pass.

If he could see the murloc here, perhaps he could see more hidden secrets in the small fishing village after crossing this long house.

Of course, the premise is that he must find a way to hide the past.

But soon, the Demon Hunter thought of a good way. Compared with the slippery rocks, the tall locust tree in front of you is obviously a better choice. Zelin tried to climb up the canopy of the tree. The two murlocs in the distance seemed to have finished their conversation. The murloc with the javelin and the harpoon walked towards the other side of the road, and the suspected murloc was the caster. The monster stood in place, staring in the direction of the small fishing village.

Crouching on the tree canopy, the cloak turned into a dark brown wet by the rain can easily hide his figure. Although this tree has long since died, there are no leaves to provide shelter, but the dense branches are enough to bring enough cover. Zelin held a stone in his hand and considered it for a while, and he threw it at the rock beside the locust tree.

Even on a rainy day, the sound of pebbles and rocks colliding with each other reached the ears of the murloc.

Ten meters.

Zelin almost had a general idea of ​​the hearing of these murlocs. Facing unknown enemies, collecting their information has long been a habit for demon hunters.

The murloc who heard the sound did not go to survey for the first time, but raised the cane in his hand and shook. Skull heads. There was a grotesque and crazy smiling face on the skulls of these skeletons. They rose into the sky and smashed at the sound of the sound from five different angles.

Caster.

The demon hunter remembered the murloc costume in his heart, and he must be careful when facing such a murloc in the future. The flying speed of these skull heads is not too fast. If it is within ten meters, he can take away the murloc's head with a sword before these heads hit him, but who knows if this murloc has other spells, be careful.

The careless demon hunters are dead.

After the attack failed, the murloc caster walked step by step towards the place where the sound just sounded. Zelin rolled up his sleeves and popped his sleeve sword. Compared with a half-handed sword and a long sword, the Hidden Blade is indeed better in this situation. He doesn't want to encounter the long sword piercing the enemy and piercing the stone under the soil and then breaking, or his chin knocks. The situation on the hilt.

Looking at the murloc who was lowering his head to survey, Ze Lin jumped up. The murloc seemed to hear the sound of the wind behind him, and it recovered, but the demon hunter who fell from a height directly slammed the murloc's nauseating head on the stone in front of him with a bang, and the Hidden Blade followed. It pierced in where it should be the back of the neck.

Zelin heard footsteps, and the murloc who had just left seemed to notice something. He ran over from the corner. At the moment of seeing the demon hunter, the round eyes seemed to fall out of the eye sockets. It drew the javelin from behind and threw it towards Zelin's location.

Pulling out the Hidden Blade, Ze Lin suddenly turned sideways, rubbing his javelin against his side, and plunged into the locust tree trunk behind him. At this time, the murloc had already held the second javelin in his hand, and its movement was very fast. In the blink of an eye, the second javelin had already been thrown out.

Zelin rushed forward quickly. The moment the javelin flew out of the murloc, the demon hunter held the ebony blade in one hand, he turned around in midair, and the javelin brushed his back and shot. Zelin formed the appearance of Alderfa Seal with one hand, and the sudden burst of air caused the murloc to fly back and hit the rock, interrupting its preparation to throw the javelin.

When hitting the rock, the javelin carried in the belt behind the murloc made a sound of metal collision. The moment it fell, the sword in the hands of the demon hunter pierced the murloc's chest in mid-air. The tentacles on the murloc's face flicked frantically, Zelin exerted force on his waist, grasped the hilt with both hands, and shook it with all his strength, throwing the pierced enemy in the direction of the murloc caster's body.

The two bodies collided and rolled down the slope.

Standing still, make sure that the two murlocs won't get up to warn or rush towards him. Zelin sighed, he shook his head, and shook the blood from the ebony blade. This blood is very dangerous, he must handle it carefully. The demon hunter walked to the wooden house in the valley, put a hand on the already decaying wood, and gently opened the door.

There is nothing in the cabin.

No furniture, no cabinets, no tables and chairs, and no suspicious ceramic pots. There are many broken planks on the ground. It seems that these planks have been soaked in seawater seriously. Stepping on the planks seems to be able to squeeze water out of the planks. The wall of the wooden house near the cliff side collapsed, and the wall leading to the seaside also showed a gap. The houses in this fishing village seem to be made of wooden boards. This is different from the way in Zelin’s world where logs are used to build houses. The villagers in the small fishing village don’t seem to care whether their houses are strong and reliable.

The rain seems to be getting bigger and bigger. Zelin walked to the corner of the house. The remaining half of the uncollapsed roof was leaking rainwater, but it was better than standing in heavy rain. This cloak is getting heavier and heavier, the cloak has begun to show signs of being soaked in water, and the grease is losing efficacy. But thanks to the higher terrain and roof, the cabin is still dry.

"They used to gather here."

Zelin squatted down and carefully observed the traces left nearby.

"Footprints are deep, and the wooden plank was crushed." The demon hunter picked up the wooden plank fragments on the ground. The color of the cracks in the fragments was obviously different from other places. There is no blood, the villagers and this monster are together."

He threw away the wooden pieces and looked at picking up the smaller debris. "It was caused by a blunt tool. The blunt tool hit the ground and smashed all the wooden floors here. But this is not a battle. There is a huge thing here. Was it a warning or an order to wave its blunt weapon?" The direction of the sawdust distribution pointed to a path for him, and a gully that was obviously dragged out extended to the road at the other end of the wooden house.

"The villagers who have not yet become murlocs came here and saw what they met. That thing is very powerful and has weapons in its hands. It takes the villagers towards the ocean. Well, getting closer and closer. Yes. The strange creatures the villagers saw must have something to do with the ceremony they were going to hold."