Chapter 554 The Big Hunt

The wooden planks on the roof of the fishing village provide Zelin with many alternative roads. Although these wooden planks are old and damaged, on the whole, these wooden planks are much easier than climbing the roof.

On the road that the demon hunter was looking for, there was a murloc with a harpoon standing on the top of the house. It was bowing its head, looking at the sea in the distance. It still retains some human-like features, and Zelin cautiously walked around behind him. The murloc has been looking at the distant beach, without even noticing the demon hunter close at hand. If it wasn't the situation here, Zelin would definitely check if the murloc was still alive.

There are still some sounds in the village. Some mutant creatures with huge fins on their backs are still in the fishing village. Zelin walked up on the roof, and from time to time he heard creepy gasps, mutters, and low barks across the wooden boards. The sounds seemed to be coming from below, but they seemed to be everywhere. Zelin had to keep his nerves tight. These sounds made him feel as if there was always something behind him or whispering nearby.

"So many murlocs, where do they come from?"

These murlocs must have come from somewhere in the sea. There are so many of them that Zelin must carefully wait for some wandering murlocs to leave before moving on.

There were strange sounds everywhere, and the closer to the sea, the more murlocs in Zelin's vision. Some murlocs with walking sticks also stood on the roof. In the fishing village, some murlocs with creatures similar to hunting dogs are patrolling. The rain did not affect them at all. Zelin can only hope that these spreading water mist will not only affect his vision, but also hinder the fish. Human vision.

Zelin is very careful to pay attention to his position, don't let himself stand in any more conspicuous place. The murloc did not notice him until the demon hunter cut off its head from behind with a blow with a sword. There were some weeds nearby near the cliff, and Zelin hid the body inside. This will be discovered sooner or later, but Zelin hopes it won't be before he leaves.

Finally, he came to a place closer to the beach. Here, Zelin noticed that many white creatures resembling hairtails were piled up on the corners of some houses. It is a bit smaller than a hairtail, and smoother, like a fish without scales. Maybe it's food? Maybe not, but Zelin was not in the mood to consider the living conditions in this small fishing village.

He was lying on the roof, with a lot of dark green seaweed glued to his cloak, which allowed Zelin to hide his figure as much as possible. It is very close to the beach, and the demon hunters can see what is on the beach. Similarly, there are many more strange creatures here. The closer to the beach, the greater the number of these fish with slender limbs. Their limbs are so slender that Zelin doubts whether their legs are still suitable for walking upright.

Perhaps their legs are indeed degenerating. Zelin saw many murlocs crouching at their waists. This was not because of spine problems, but because they were able to support them to the ground with their arms.

The sandy beach is a pale yellow, and since several canoes were pushed out of the sea, the beach has started to turn wrong.

"What the **** is that?"

Zelin raised his head slightly and looked at it. It's a pity that this is the roof. It is impossible for him to make a box and then hide in to hide himself. After all, there is no box on the roof.

On the beach in the distance, countless creatures like snails without shells crawled out of the cave beside the beach. They lined up in a line, as if kneeling on the ground, facing the sea. They are waiting by the sea, and the villagers who still retain a few human figures don't know what weird behavior they are doing. In the moonlight, they did not wear a hat, nor did they use large clothes to cover their bodies. Zelin could clearly see these abominable faces, they made sounds that were indescribable, and these sounds were by no means any kind. A sound that a sane, intelligent creature can imitate.

Certain large-scale, mysterious and evil activities are gradually unfolding.

Zelin frowned. He really couldn't understand the meaning of these rituals. Such grotesque scenes would only make people feel disgusted or scared. An ominous fishy smell filled the surroundings, and the sea was rolling, as if something was underwater.

There is something to come out.

The surrounding air seemed to be quiet.

All the creatures, the murlocs, the weird humans, the creatures that are crawling on the ground with only human heads and arms, and even the air, seem to be frozen. It was gloomy, there were no dark clouds in the sky, but as if the entire small fishing village had become dim, an unbelievable inexplicable fear gradually emerged. Dull and suffocating.

But it is fascinating.

Quiet, terrible and gloomy silence.

These murlocs are making sacrifices. Zelin saw the waves starting to roll up on the surface of the water. It seemed that just for an instant, the sea turned into a high tide, and the water level began to rise at a speed visible to the naked eye. Some mystery related to water is under the water not far from the beach.

These murlocs must be offering sacrifices to the mysterious creatures in the water from the villagers here, and the villagers did not show any fear or sadness, on the contrary, they appeared willingly. Perhaps this is the reason why there are always endless catches in fishing villages. They offer sacrifices in exchange for the help of mysterious creatures in the water, so that they can catch a lot of them in the sea near the fishing village at any time. School of fish.

The demon hunter could not understand the meaning of the sacrificial ritual, nor could he understand what these murlocs and villagers were muttering, but this did not prevent him from connecting what he had learned with what he had seen.

Perhaps this explanation is correct, but what are those creatures like leeches doing? These creatures are kneeling on the ground respectfully. Maybe wait a while, and after the mysterious creatures in the water appear, Zelin will be able to investigate exactly how many secrets are still hidden in this small fishing village.

But his thoughts were quickly broken by a harsh scream.

This scream came from a murloc's mouth. This was the only sound that the demon hunter could understand the feelings in it. The murloc who was standing on the square wore a robe and had a strange crown on his forehead. He yelled. Then, the vigilance in his heart made Zelin roll towards the side of the house. The next moment, a golden light smashed down where he was.

This didn't seem to be a scream, but a hammer that knocked down countless beehives. Then, it happened that the small fishing village seemed to boil.

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ps: Help recommend a new book by the author of Pluto. Title: Lord of the Planes

Introduction: 【Propagating chaos is the mission of Grey Fire. 】

[When you light the flame that has been extinguished for a long time, you are destined to be the enemy of order. 】

[Now, you will...]

"Wait for me, the story is not like this!"

[That's it? 】

"This is the story of a kind-hearted passerby actor who is lurking in the evil camp and working in the local area! Me! Yes! Undercover! Undercover!"

【……】

"So don't believe in the introduction, you may have read a fake introduction! This is a relaxed, funny, and warm daily story!"

The five hundred and fifty-fifth chapter is out of the siege

Zelin jumped off the roof.

It fell to the ground with a snap, splashing water, and the crumbling wooden house behind it collapsed under the impact of electric lights and spears. The demon hunter half-squatting on the ground raised his head, and he quickly swept across the clearing in front of him. At least seven murlocs holding javelins and harpoons rushed towards him, as well as four dark hounds. In the distance, a murloc dressed in a long robe was waving his cane. Seeing this, Zelin hurriedly stepped away, and the electric light fell to where he was before. At the same time as the electric light, there were several javelins. Those murlocs who had been standing on the roof also came around. They stood on high ground, and from time to time a javelin plunged into the ground near Zelin.

He must find a way to escape!

The doors and windows of all the houses in the fishing village were opened. The open dark doorways and rows of windows staring like dead fish's eyes seemed to be staring at the demon hunter from different places.

It seemed that just for a moment, a large group of murlocs emerged from the houses in the small fishing village. It is night and the rain hasn't stopped. When the moonlight is covered by the dark clouds, countless lanterns swayed from side to side in the darkness. Many people yelled with terrible and hoarse voices, and the murlocs moved forward in a curled, staggering gait. The speed was unexpectedly fast, Zelin recalled in his mind any place he had seen before in the small fishing village. Houses, wooden ladders and oil cans.

A murloc suddenly rushed out from the house on one side. Its harpoon pierced the Quinn's Seal of the Demon Hunter and was bounced away. Zelin bent over and slashed on the murloc's leg. The murloc's slender leg was cut off by the ebony blade. He lost his balance and fell to the ground. The pale white blood spread in the stagnant water in a flash.

Zelin rushed into the wooden house, closed the door with his backhand, and hit the door bolt by the way. There was a sickening smell of fish in the house. There are dense barnacles on the surrounding walls. He hides here to temporarily avoid the sight of these murlocs. He must find a new way.

The demon hunter looked at the height of the roof, and then at the wooden wall corroded by barnacles and seaweed. There were already gaps about a finger's width between these wooden boards. This is a trace of time, or maybe it was the beginning. The villagers in the fishing village did not take it seriously when they built these houses.

Otherwise, there is nothing in the room. With a sigh, Zelin pulled out the dagger from his waist. He retracted the blade to prevent it from falling in the violent movement, and now he must free both hands.

Only a few seconds later, there was a violent knock on the door in the empty house, and the rotten door bolt creaked overwhelmingly. In a few moments, the moss-covered doorbolt snapped into two sections with a click. The first to jump in were two hounds. These hounds with fins on their backs howled, and several murlocs rushed in.

The room was empty.

Above the far corner, there was an extra hole in the roof. The sawtooth cracked out of the roof plank can be seen. It was an impact force that pierced the roof through a hole, and a dagger was inserted into the gap between the decaying planks. , But the dagger tilted downward, as if someone had stepped on it. These murlocs ran under the hole and raised their heads. But what they saw was not a rainy sky, but a Foehn bomb that was thrown down.

Listening to the explosion below, Zelin shook his head and regretted his dagger for a second. He raised his head, and in front of him, two murlocs were stepping on the wooden board and rushing from the roof of another wooden house. These grotesque creatures made terrifying gasps, mutters, and low barks, but there was no hint of meaning or feelings that humans could understand, and there was only chaos in their speech.

The first murloc still has a human head and partial skin color. Its transformation is not complete. Maybe it is just a villager. It raised its harpoon and stabbed it at Zelin’s chest, but Zelin grabbed it. Harpoon punched his chin severely, and the silver nails on the gloves splashed blood on the greasy skin. The murloc hadn't recovered yet, and then he received another punch in the temple, and it collapsed on the roof, and rolled down the **** of the roof.

The second murloc rushed towards the demon hunter unabated, and this murloc only had a human face, but his beard had already turned into tentacles. The club in his hand fell, but it fell on the Quen rune drawn by the demon hunter. A pale orange gleam appeared in front of him, the club smashed up, but returned without success, and Zelin took the opportunity to draw out his ebony blade.

The first blow of the blade cut off the metal club, and the second blow caught the murloc towards the hunter's hands. Zelin turned around, and the third blow cut off the murloc's head together with the drooping tentacles.

The murloc's body swayed and fell down, just like the villager who passed out in a coma just now, it fell with a snap and splashed with water.

In the nearby village, there is a wooden platform built of logs, which seems to be used to communicate with some place, or is a necessary part of those strange rituals. But no matter what these murlocs and villagers plan to use, the edge of the high platform is close to the cliff. Although Zelin doesn't think he can jump the distance of three meters, he can use this thing to get himself back to the cliff overlooking the beach. , And then evacuate this area as soon as possible along the cliff.

A piece of white matter appeared on the distant beach, and there was some commotion there. But now the entire fishing village is in chaos, and the hunters are running around, hoping to catch up with the demon hunter or stop him in front of him.

It was another electric light.