"Say something. In my hometown, people believe that spirit and emotion are very wonderful things." Zelin turned and walked to the other side of the beach. "Hurry up. I'll come back in a minute."

"I..." Simon took a deep breath, he knelt down, his voice was very small, Zelin was not interested in eavesdropping, he carefully looked at the water in front of him.

Standing on the seashore, under the dark and deep sea, the outline of the city can be vaguely seen, just like the scene he saw outside the swamp. The city was looming, and the sea was shimmering. Zelin didn't know whether the city in the shadow of the water existed, or whether it was these ancient gods, or at least whether Kos came from there.

The city of the ancient gods? Murloc city?

This world is full of mystery.

After waiting for a minute, Zelin walked back. Simon had already said what he wanted to say. The demon hunter walked over, and the candles on the small canoe looked particularly conspicuous under the faint moonlight.

"Ah, lovely son of Kos, go back to the sea."

With a light push by Zelin, the canoe carried the remains of the Kos orphan and slid toward the sea. "An unfathomable curse, an unfathomable ocean. Fully accept all existing and possible seas."

The sea breeze became soft.

"Go back to the sea, and go back to your mother's arms." Zelin looked at the ocean, the sea breeze blew the tip of his hair, and the sea seemed to be deliberately supporting the orphan of Kos in a canoe, and the sea became calm and orphaned. The canoe drifted far away, and gradually, the canoe darkened from the field of vision, and the demon hunter could only see the candlelight dangling in the sea breeze.

Finally, the candlelight disappeared at the other end of the sea level.

It's over.

Zelin stared at the moon in the distance. The blood began to spread on the moon, like a vine gradually covering the wall. The bloodshot was covering the surface of the moon at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was just a blink of an eye. A blood moon appeared on the hunter standing by the beach. In front of the hunter.

A huge, bright red moon seemed to be bleeding.

Chapter 574 The Eye of the Old Hunter

"Have you seen such a situation, Simon?" Zelin took a few breaths, looked at the blood moon in the sky, and asked the bow hunter.

"I have never seen... what is this? What did you do?" Simon looked at the moon equally confused, and like the crow hunter Irene, in countless nightmarish reincarnations, he had never seen the blood moon. "You want Where to go?" Simon asked, looking at the demon hunter who turned and left.

"Go and see if this is the world I know, or is it in another dreamland." Zelin took the ebony blade back. "Go to the chapel and go to Yahagul." The demon hunter stopped suddenly, he Looking at Simon, the bow and arrow hunter suddenly became a little groggy. He swayed like he was drunk, and finally fell on the beach with a puff.

"Simon?"

Zelin walked over, he knelt down and shook the bow hunter. The bow hunter was motionless, as if he had fallen asleep. The demon hunter had to drag Simon to a safer place, in a seemingly sturdy house in the fishing village.

He looked directly at the blood moon, the moon so familiar.

What does the blood moon appear in this dream? It's a pity that Zelin didn't have time to think about it. The **** moon seemed to be extremely dazzling. He closed his eyes and rubbed his aching eyes. It's been a long time since he had a good night's sleep. Even a demon hunter would feel tired. Besides, here is Yanan, a place where people can't relax their spirits at all.

He felt tired and painful. He squatted on the ground, covering his forehead and eyes, his eyes became dry, headaches, strange headaches, as if his eyes were protruding. After a while, this feeling gradually stopped.

Zelin felt something slipping from his hand, a round, cold thing. He opened his eyes and saw a stone that looked like an eye falling to the ground. He knew this kind of stone. It was something he had seen on the doll in the past, but it was different from the stone that looked like tears. The pattern on the round stone made it look like a dropped eyeball.

The demon hunter bent down, trying to pick it up, but something was a step ahead of him. Suddenly, a white light burst into the soft sand, as if a gap appeared on the ground. In this small circle of white light, two small creatures with roughly human appearances and their whole bodies like bones wrapped in a layer of pale skin crawled out. They picked up the eyeballs that fell to the ground, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. In the white light.

It was as if he had picked up something valuable and fled away in a hurry.

Zelin blinked.

The surroundings changed again, as he had seen in the past. The sea water has ebbed, and the strange-shaped rocks under the sea are exposed. The bodies on the beach still retain their original appearance, but the sand particles washed up by the sea have almost completely buried the bodies, and only some exposure can be seen on the bulging beach. Out of white. At the exit of the cave in the distance, only a piece of white connected together can be seen, and most of the place is covered by the rush of mud and sand.

Only the sea surface and the moon floating in the sky remain unchanged.

Then, in the blink of an eye, Kos's body was clearly presented in front of him. It was not buried by mud and sand, and the sea did not ebb. Everything was normal. The demon hunter raised his head, the moon was still the same, but it was a little different from the blood moon that I saw just now.

"What is this?"

When these little messengers appeared in front of a hunter with eyeballs, the hunter bent down curiously and picked up the eyeballs.

This is the hunter's workshop, a place for hunters only. Unlike the workshop where Zelin arrived last time, everything here maintains a brand new appearance. Runes and tools on the workbench allow the hunter to process and repair his weapons at any time.

The hunter and the demon hunter met for the first time at Yusefka Clinic, and the hunter who had separated in Jiu Yanan looked curiously at the eyeballs in his hands for the last time. There was still some blood on the hunter who had just returned to the dream rest from the hunt. Aside, the doll in the dream was standing silently under the steps leading to the workshop, silent.

The old hunter's eye.

The little white man who stole his eyeballs handed a note with this writing on it. These little people called messengers by hunters always bring some strange things, and even his first set of weapons was sent by these messengers.

The hunter bent down and picked up the note.

You must see the answer.

Amidala outside the chapel will show him the rest of his dreams, a dream specially prepared for him and exclusive to him.

The doll's eyes looked at the hunter, and the ceramic cheeks still kept that flat. The hunter has gone too far, he is very close to the final goal, he needs the last strength, a power that can make him face the nightmare. The eyes of the doll were retracted from the hunter, and placed in the night of Mahakam. She gave the otherworlder eyes, and now, he has done the rest very well.

In fact, her task is almost complete.

The doll smoothed out the wrinkles on her clothes. She was waiting. There must be a lot of problems after the alien came back. Now she was back to where she was when she first stood, waiting. After a while, the door of the attic was pushed open, Frid holding the sickle in his hand, staring at the doll warily.

It is not certain when people from another world will come back.

The out-of-town hunter Zelin knew left the hunter's workshop and returned to the Orton Chapel, but this time, he was stopped by the red witch at the door.

"Hunter, have you ever seen that man who is a foreigner like you?...hehe...very weird person, do you remember his eyes?"

The hunter thought for a while and shook his head. He knew that there were many people in the chapel rescued by the strangely dressed foreigner, but unfortunately, he could do nothing about the news these people expected to hear. "I haven't seen him for a while. Yes. The last time I met him was in Jiu Yanan."

The survivors are staying in the church, but the nun's mental state looks very bad, while the prostitute Arianna looked very uncomfortable, clutching her abdomen and sitting on a chair. After a while, she slowly stood up, politely Rejecting Yusefka's support, he staggered into the room below the chapel.

"Oh, hee hee hee hee, what a pity..." The red witch's voice is still so permeating. "I wish you complete your hunt, hunter." The witch has strange eyes and dreams are layered on top of each other. She sees The people who were trapped in the chapel by the blood moon saw people who were sleeping in the chapel again. Only intangible things can pass through those invisible boundaries.

The invisible Orton.

This is the Orton Chapel.

Chapter 575 The Truth

Maria staggered down from the hunter's workshop in the cathedral.

She met her mentor German at the Hunter's Workshop.

"Maria, I am surprised, why did you come here?"

Master German stayed in the Hunter's Workshop as always, as if ever since he had an impression, German often stayed in the chapel near the Hunter's Workshop. No one knows why Geman loves this chapel so much. It is located on a mountain and the location is very high. The moon at night is always very round and bright.

"I want to know what the Healing Church is doing, Master."

The moonlight is very bright, obviously at night, but the bright moonlight shines here like daylight. Master German seems to be very interested in planting white lilies?

"It's rare to see you here, Maria." German seemed to be more interested in why Maria appeared here, which didn't seem to be what he expected. "Can you tell me why, you didn't stay in the research hall, Did you come to this workshop?"

"I've seen too much, mentor. I need an explanation, I need to know the truth. What is the blood, our blood therapy and the plague?"

"An outsider, he calls himself a demon hunter. He tells me something." Maria took a step forward. "What the **** is going on, mentor?"