The news that can be obtained, these murlocs not only have members who can cast spells, but also powerful monsters.

Looking back and forth, Zelin finally decided to hide his package in the corner formed by the wooden house and the rocks. He brought the bombs, potions, decoctions, and sword oil needed in the package to him. The purse on his belt and the buckle on the armor belt allowed him to carry enough things. In the cabin, Zelin could clearly smell the salty moisture carried by the sea breeze.

This means that he is not far from where he really needs to be investigated.

Chapter 552 The Night of Hunting

He has to be prepared, just like he will not go to the monster's lair with a package of materials that are not needed in battle, too many things will only affect his movements.

To be on the safe side, he drank a bottle of blood demon decoction. White Lafada, Hekna's decoction, and Patricia's potion are right beside his waist. It seems that after a new mutation, Zelin found that not only the spellcasting effect of the seal was better, but his tolerance for the poison of the demon hunter's potion was also slowly increasing. If it weren't for the secondary mutation that required high endurance for the demon hunter's original toxicity, he would definitely hope that all the demon hunters could give it a try.

The demon hunters of the Viper School are studying and improving the formula of white honey, hoping to make medicines that can continue to slow down the toxicity to ensure the success of the second mutation. After all, they don't want any demon hunter to die from the poison that the second mutation brings to the body.

Put the cloth bag and put some weeds on it to prevent people from finding it. Rain can be avoided here, so you don’t have to worry about the saltpeter and herbs in it being damaged by moisture. At this time, he heard some strange noises that seemed to come from the other end of the cabin.

The demon hunter took his weapon and turned back to the cabin.

At this time, what he saw through the door of the wooden house was not the road leading to the sea. An extremely deformed monster was at the door of the wooden house, looking its turquoise head with huge bulging eyes and trembling gills into the wooden house from the door. It seems to be a hybrid monster that has grown a human head and limbs, but still retains the body of a fish. Even the crazy warlock can't imagine such a weird hybrid. Compared with a bleached belly, this monster's back looked more like twisted coral. It doesn't have a nose. To be precise, it has an ugly tentacles where it should be.

It is bent over, on all fours, with a huge anchor in one hand, and the rounded eyes on the right side of the head are rolling around. It has only one eye, and the other eye is covered by coral like an exoskeleton. . It opened its mouth wide, exposing the dense and thin teeth. The low roar echoed in the wooden house for a moment, Zelin raised his arm, and Kunen Fayin blocked the viscous liquid that was sprayed out.

"Oh, I'm so glad I've finished eating for a long time."

The huge monster turned in a circle, its body seemed to be twisted into a circle, and it ran into the demon hunter. This reminded Zelin to think of the big wolf he saw in Eredel. But the demon hunter did not dodge. He stood in place and took out a honeycomb bomb from behind.

The monster slammed into the wooden house, and the roof that had already collapsed in half began to patter and fall down the broken planks. But the monster didn't jump in, it hit the door and stopped. The demon hunter took the opportunity to throw a Foehn bomb into his grown-up mouth.

With a bang, the monster's mouth burst open, and the Kunen's seal kept flickering. It was the broken teeth and the hard coral shells. The monster backed away wailing, and slightly pale blood spurted out of his mouth.

Zelin shrugged, preparing to take out another bomb from behind his waist.

"Well, you seem to be too big."

The monster stepped back a few steps. It shook the anchor suddenly, and the huge metal anchor hit the door of the wooden house, knocking the wall eroded by rain and sea water and the remaining roof into the air. Countless broken planks flew out and hit the nearby rocks. In an instant, the wall between the demon hunter and the monster disappeared, and by the way, the door also disappeared.

"Well, when I didn't say anything."

Zelin threw the Dragon Dream to the ground casually, the outer shell cracked, and the extremely flammable dark green dust inside spilled onto the ground. Seeing the powder being soaked by rain, he sighed and pulled out the ebony blade.

The sight of the demon hunter passed the monsters, and the mountain road behind it clearly showed a downward trend. It is estimated that it will not go far, and it is the gathering place of the villagers and these monsters. He must tackle the enemy before causing more noise. However, the corners of the mountain road allowed him to act with confidence, without worrying that the explosion of the bomb would attract the attention of distant coastal villages.

Zelin stepped back cautiously, the monster raised the anchor in his hand, and suddenly his whole body stood upright. At a height of more than three meters, he rushed to the demon hunter and smashed the anchor down.

But as soon as the monster stepped on the wooden house that was covered with sawdust and the floor, Zelin's already drawn Ignifa seal instantly lit up with a fiery red light. In an instant, the flame suddenly engulfed the monster and the wreckage of the wooden house.

The flame was leaping.

Brado, this foreign hunter is sitting by the fire in the Yanan Gilman Hotel. In front of him, there is a fish roasting on the fire.

"Are you still reluctant to accept blood therapy? Look at how weak you are now." A hunter who seemed to have just received blood and was very excited said to Brado, "stubborn outlander, what are you afraid of? "

Around, many hunters are gearing up, preparing weapons, all excited and eager to try. It is reported that the investigators of the Healing Church have found the source of the plague of Yanan, and these hunters are going to solve the monsters that emit the plague and thoroughly purify them with flames to ensure the safety of Yanan. In order to ensure the success of the mission, all hunters will set out and follow in the footsteps of German, the first hunter of the Healing Church, to complete their mission.

Brado didn't care about the hunter's sarcasm, he never accepted blood therapy, just like he had never changed the clothes of this outsider. He turned the wooden stick of grilled fish in one hand, the corner of his mouth was slightly cocked, and he asked in the same mocking tone.

"A bunch of hounds found the bone?"

Brado's eyes swept across the gathering place of the hunters in Yanan. "Look, your eyes are almost red. Tell me, can you still smell the aroma of grilled fish in the **** smell? Yours? Is there anything in the brain besides blood? Listen, what are you talking about, dismembering, cutting off the head, or how to effectively cut off the limbs of an enemy, or how to cover an enemy with flames in the fastest way, and then stand. Watching the enemy burn to death while enjoying the blood in the distance? Tell me, besides this, what is left in your mind?"

"You are a coward, Brado! I was so scared to be hunted!" The hunter sipped, "You are useless, your legs are better to keep up with our footsteps. Master Geman wants to lead us. Today. Tonight, we will all join the hunt!"

Brado looked at the hunter coldly, and then looked back to the grilled fish in front of him.

Chapter 553 In-depth Investigation

When a group of people are crazy about blood, who will think about the dangers brought by blood?

When a group of people are obsessed with hunting, who would question the legitimacy of hunting?

German, this slightly bent old hunter was talking with Ludwig, the church's first hunter. German was the first hunter in the church, and all the hunters in the church were his apprentices. Although he was already getting older, neither his temperament nor the way he looked when he wielded the chilling sickle. Some people question his strength and fighting skills. Ludwig is the best one among the many apprentices. They are talking and discussing the next move.

Brado swept across the remaining hunters coldly.

Hunting, talking about hunting, discussing hunting, he heard no other words among these hunters, only hunting, hunting, and hunting. Sometimes blood and weapons may be mentioned, but this cannot change the fact that they are addicted to hunting.

Both Mansis of Ahagul and Master William of Byerworkers came to Yanan’s Cathedral of the Healing Church. This was an important moment. The hunters were told that they could do it at will. This is an important opportunity to remove the source of the plague. They can kill any creature that stands in front of them. The weapon they wield is to save Yanan.

Even sitting in a corner, he could feel the excitement of the hunters.

Crazy, who is crazy?

The fish is indeed cooked.

Zelin sighed and pulled the ebony blade from the head of the giant murloc. The weakness of this monster lies in the soft belly below him, suitable for bombing, but the collision of the monster is a huge threat in a small place. Generally speaking, its attack method is traceable, but it is very physically exhausting to dodge. However, Zelin felt that he would not eat grilled fish or drink fish soup in three months.

After confirming that the battle here did not attract any villagers or murlocs to check, he walked through the cabin. The road diverged here, and there was a cliff on the left hand side. The demon hunter walked up. The height of the cliff was about ten meters, and some artificial wooden fences were erected on the edge. Zelin leaned on the fence with one hand and looked into the distance. You could see the outline of the beach in the hazy mist.

There is a tower made of stones on one side, which seems to be piled up just to make the shape of a tower. Under the cliff, it is a village on the seashore. The roof of the fishing village below was about three meters high from where Zelin was. Looking at the downhill road on the other side that needed to make a round trip into the fishing village, and then at the roof in front of him, Ze Lin thought about it. He turned over and jumped off the edge and landed steadily on the roof.

Under such circumstances, it is undoubtedly too stupid to walk in from the front of the fishing village. He can deal with a few murlocs, or deal with a group of villagers where he can deal with, and fight the giant murlocs, but it is not wise to rush in without knowing what the villagers are doing.

No matter what these villagers and murlocs are doing, Zelin only needs to stand on a high place to see their rituals clearly.

The houses in the fishing village here are even worse. The boots stomped on and made worrying squeaks. He was worried about whether the roof under his feet could support the weight of an adult. The sea in the distance showed an uncomfortable silence in a mist of water. The boundary between the beach and the sea became dim and dark. Perhaps there was no boundary at all. This fishing village was soaked in the sea, where there was no water. It can't be just some shallows.

The sea and land become blurred here.

Villagers, many villagers are here. They gathered at the beach, Zelin stood on the roof above, looking towards the beach. The fog was too thick, and he could only see the vague shadows of the villagers gathered together, like a thick black and white stroke in a dark green village. It is certain that black should be the villagers wearing civilian clothes, and white, perhaps white robe, but Zelin prefers the skin color of those murlocs.

"What ceremony are they going on."

Zelin crouched on the roof of the houses. The roofs of these houses were almost covered with seaweed and seaweed. These things were all alive. The moonlight is very bright, and the sea is reflecting a strange gleam. It stands to reason that the demon hunter's vision can see the situation on the beach, but the fog, or something, blocks the line of sight, and he feels that he must be closer.

The tops of houses in fishing villages are mostly connected by wooden boards laid by these villagers. If the previous fishing village can be regarded as a village that can barely be inhabited by humans, then I am afraid that only those fish people will like to live here. Looking down from the roof, the ground was submerged by a layer of sea water that was almost knee-high, and the ground was even more covered with seabed silt. The appearance here does not look much different from the bottom of the sea.

The demon hunters can’t help but have some guesses in their hearts. Perhaps when the villagers who were originally humans gradually become strange fish-like appearances, they will come to the village by the sea, and finally, after they become murlocs, they will enter from here. In the sea. As for the reason, Zelin didn’t want to think about it so much. All this is still within the scope of his understanding. Brockleron’s Dryads sometimes let human girls drink their magic potions and transform human girls into Dryads to expand. This is a female-only group.

He can also understand these changes, which must be magic or some other mysterious energy.

But the transformation of tree spirits is that they need to continue the race, but these murlocs, why is there something that wants to transform these murlocs? In other words, for what purpose are these human beings transformed into strange appearances? There are rumors that dryads will kidnap some human men into the forest to help them continue their offspring, but these murlocs? Is there something that hopes to rely on these transformed humans to continue offspring?

He must take a look at the ceremony, he should be able to find any clues from the ceremony.

At this time, the demon hunter narrowed his eyes, and he noticed what had happened to the sea. The sparkling sea in the moonlight still rolled up the waves, and some canoes with candles on the bow and stern were pushed into the water. It may not be appropriate to say that it is pushing, because the accumulated water in many places in the fishing village is enough to make the canoe float.

Funeral? Or sacrifice?

The canoe gradually drifted into the mist on the sea, drifting into a place out of sight of the demon hunter. Zelin retracted his gaze and rubbed his eyes. He squatted halfway in the higher part of the fishing village and began to look for a place where he could sneak into the route near the beach without disturbing other murlocs and villagers.