Chapter 594 The Witch of Hanwick

There are many broken hospital beds in that stone house.

The small space is also full of corpse stinks like the messy graves outside. I don't know how many people died in this room. The house is tall and large, but the roof inside is very short. Zelin can reach the top of the stone covered with dust and cobwebs. The small space gives people an extremely depressing feeling. This house is definitely not a place to live, there is a staircase that can go down, presented in front of the demon hunter.

Zelin walked down the steps step by step. The mist has been sinking on the ground, walking through the steps, and below is a spacious basement. There are oil lamps hanging on the top of the surroundings. The light of the oil lamps is very weak, and it looks dim and weak in the spacious room.

"Let's find the elevator and we can safely enter the forbidden forest."

Irene was right, there was an arch at the other end of the underground room. The dreams overlap and are roughly the same, at least in the vicinity of Yanan, at the center of the dream, everything seems extremely real.

"Safe? Here comes the trouble."

On the side where Irene was pointing, a dark red blood emerged, and a long and thin figure emerged out of thin air.

The figure does not seem to be a human being, even though it has limbs and a head covered with hair, but the dry body looks like a thousand years of weathering, the pitch-black and sharp nails, and the darkness that seems to grow from the bones of the hands. The sickle of color, these things that are not human are horrifying and dazzling. With dazzling white light in its eyes, it walked straight toward the door where the demon hunter was.

Irene was about to meet the monster, but Zelin reached out and stopped her in place.

Something is wrong.

There was only one monster in front of the demon hunter, but his ears heard two different footsteps. The monster's obvious sound, and another extremely slight, but very strange footsteps.

The monster's glowing eyes looked directly at Zelin, but it didn't rush towards him, it just walked over step by step. It's not right. Zelin saw such a calm monster for the first time in crazy Yanan. Its eyes are very bright, and they are in stark contrast to the dark body, which is especially obvious in the misty room. Why do you protrude your eyes in such anxiousness? Is it because the monster's eyesight is so good that even the thick fog can't affect it, or is it... it can't be seen at all?

Zelin held the ebony blade and made a gesture to make Irene wait in place. The forward direction of the demon hunter was slightly inclined. He controlled his steps. The ground was covered with wheat ears and hemp, and his boots avoided any sound when stepping on it. Gradually, Zelin walked to the middle of the house to the left. , Stop.

Just as he expected, the monster glared at those shiny eyes and walked straight over, turning a blind eye to the demon hunter who was only two meters away from it.

Spells, there are spells here.

The demon hunter looked at the doorways at both ends of the house. At some point, the exit was shrouded in a cloud of mist, like a door that was silently closed.

But this is not the real enemy. This monster looks very threatening. The two black sickles are extremely sharp, and their tall size can also give people a sense of oppression, but they are nothing more than creatures created and controlled by spells. Its eyes are shining, but there are no eyeballs in its sockets. At the moment when the monster passed by, Zelin turned around with a sword. The monster that was hit did not make any sound and turned into a pile of fly ash and disappeared into the fog.

The next moment, something appeared beside Zelin, he heard the sound of hopeful footsteps approaching, and he slammed sideways to avoid. A bright purple halo burst out near him, and the mist was carried by the airflow and rushed towards him. The demon hunter raised his hand with an Alderfa seal to hit the scattered smoke. At this time, he saw a rickety old woman standing in the smoke. With a tattered hood on her head, her dirty bangs covered most of her face, only her mouth with a piercing smile was exposed. The witch's body was covered with eyeballs, and the tattered clothes like a shroud were covered with various withered eyes, like a fishing house surrounded by barnacles.

As soon as the witch appeared, Irene, who had been waiting in place, leaped to the witch's back, and the double knives in her hand pierced into the enemy's body from the left and right sides.

The unexpected attack made the witch scream in pain, and the shroud on her body was stained with blood in a moment of darkness. She took out the bone blade in her hand and turned and slashed at Irene, while the demon hunter took the opportunity to slash at the enemy who was flanked back and forth.

Only the ebony blade slashed in the air.

The figure of the witch gradually disappeared. As the witch disappeared, another same dark monster appeared in the thick fog. This time, it seemed to hear the sound of footsteps during the battle, and leaped directly at Zelin.

The demon hunter backed up a few steps, grabbed the wooden fence behind him, and jumped back to the high wooden platform on the side of the room. Irene, on the other hand, ducked slightly and squatted down, like a crow squatting on a branch, silent. The monster that rushed over lost its target in an instant. It swung back and forth several times on the spot, but the blade slashed over the head of the crouching crow hunter. After everything calmed down, the monster started pacing back and forth in the room like the one that was knocked down before, as if the two hunters beside the wooden platform and the barrel in the distance did not exist.

It seems that Hanwick’s witch is not a rumor that the Yanan people scare children.

The witch is real, and has got many dreams in the blood of the corpse that Baierworkin transported here.

The demon hunter knelt down and looked at the house on the wooden platform. It doesn't make any sense to attack that vertical monster. As long as the witch is not killed, the monster will keep showing up from the fog.

Footsteps.

Zelin closed his eyes, looking for the sound of footsteps outside the monster.

The demon hunter's hearing made him hear a third different voice. One was a monster, and there were two, he judged. The witch is very careful, and the voice is very soft, and the demon hunter can only hear a little, but any clue can provide enough information for Zelin.

He gestured to Irene who was waiting in place, and the crow hunter nodded slightly. There are two footsteps. Compared to Zelin's misheard, he is more inclined to have two witches. He clicked a few times and told Irene where he was attacking. After seeing the disappearance of the witch, the crow hunter has realized that the enemy will be invisible, and Zelin can hear their footsteps.

Zelin stretched out three fingers, he waited, listened quietly, and waited for his footsteps to enter the position he expected.

All three fingers fell, and two silent hunters began to move at the same time.

Chapter 595 A gleam of light

The bomb exploded in the room, and the moon dust instantly enveloped the invisible witch, and the outlines of two grotesque monsters emerged in a piece of silver-white powder. In an instant, the cold light of the blade accurately cut the witch's rickety back, and the sharp ebony blade almost cut off half of the witch's body, blood spurted, and the monster screamed in pain.

A successful blow, the demon hunter quickly backed away. In the next moment, the magical impact of lavender spreads out in a circle centered on the witch. But Zelin had already seen this spell of the witch, and knew the range of magical attacks, and the spreading impact just stopped in front of him.

On the other side, one of Irene's swords held the bone blade in the hands of the second witch, and the free short knife pierced the witch's side ribs like a gust of wind. In the blink of an eye, the body on the side of the witch became bloody. The witch waved the bone blade again, but Irene looked like a black crow wrapped around a dead branch, dexterously surrounding the enemy, constantly piercing the witch with bone wounds one after another from a tricky angle.

The spell of the second witch was obviously inferior to the previous one. In the end, the witch fell to the ground wailing, her body and the eyeballs in the shroud splashed all over, and countless turbid orbs that imitated eyes burst open. In the end, the witch, like other monsters that were reappeared in the dream by the blood moon, the corpse glowed with white smoke and gradually faded.

But at this time, the scenery that the demon hunter noticed from the corner of his eyes made him promptly remind Irene.

"Be careful of the side!"

In a corner of the house, as the witch fell, two identical dark monsters emerged in a purple light. But unlike the previous monster, the two monsters raised their hands, and the white light flew towards Irene who had killed the witch. The crow hunter rolled in place to avoid the first light, but the second spell hit her, and her body froze suddenly, as if it was fixed in place by the spell.

The next moment, the three monsters raised their weapons at the same time, ignoring the witch who was struggling to dodge the attack of the demon hunter, all rushed towards Irene who was fixed in place.

"Kill the witch, don't care, I am a spirit body, I will not die." Looking at Zelin, who was about to come and help deal with the monster, Irene stopped speaking. On the side, the **** witch was raising the eyeball-filled ball in his hand. Amidst the reddish fluctuations, the witch's figure was beginning to blur again.

Irene squeezed the two short blades and stared at the surrounding monster "Do you know how to summon me again..." Immediately, her words were interrupted by a rapid metal collision.

Zelin raised his hand and hit the Alderfa Seal on the arm of the witch who was casting the spell. The witch was staggered and the nauseating ball in his hand rolled to the ground. The latter did not look back. The witch wanted to run away, but the demon hunter’s sword was faster. Zelin stepped over to the witch’s side. He turned around, and the blade of the sword ran an arc with his movements. His other arm flew into the air with the bone blade he was holding, and fell into the haystack in the corner of the house with a snap.

Before the witch screamed, the demon hunter turned around again, and the blade slashed across the witch's body. The witch snorted and fell to the ground, with dark blood splashing all over the floor.

The demon hunter turned around and faced the three monsters summoned by magic. Irene's figure disappeared, and her two short knives fell to the ground. The monsters wanted to repeat their old tricks, but as soon as they raised their hands, their bodies began to dissipate like sand sculptures blown by the wind.

Without the spells of witches, these monsters would not last long. Make up his mind, Zelin will not fight head-to-head with these monsters, but dodge in the room flexibly. The movements of the monsters became slow, and the spells in their hands were the same as fixing Irene, to fix the demon hunter who was able to avoid the blade with ease. However, after being guarded, their spells only smashed a few wooden barrels, or smashed straw bales, and knocked countless straws into the air.

It didn't take long for the monster to finally be unable to support its body, and disappeared into the empty basement just like the last mist.

After confirming that the monster and the witch had indeed disappeared instead of being temporarily invisible to prepare for an attack, he sighed, Zelin walked over and picked up the double knife that Irene had dropped on the ground. The Crow Hunter said before that her favorite blade of mercy left her when she died in her first dream. He had better keep these two weapons and return them to Irene when they meet again next time.

Pushing open a door in the stone house, there was a hunter's corpse in the narrower house. The hunter was tied to a chair, his eyeballs had been dug out, and it seemed that he had been dead for a long time. This may be the church hunter who came to Hanwick on the hunting night in the past. He was caught by the witch here, and the witch seemed to want to find some secret in him.

I just don't know if the witch succeeded.

But it doesn't matter anymore, the witch and the whole Hanwick are already dead, what's left here is just the deepest dream reflected by the blood moon.

For some reason, since he left the dream of the small fishing village, the real scene that appeared from time to time has never appeared again. To be precise, it was after some strange little creature took away the stone that looked like an eye.

After searching the room, apart from finding a small slate engraved with a strange symbol, the demon hunter did not find anything else that seemed valuable. And here is obviously what it looks like after being searched. Obviously, the really valuable things may have been taken away long ago.

Zelin found a broken elevator nearby, the hinge was stuck, and the repair machinery was not within the scope of the demon hunter's knowledge. To be precise, how finely repaired it was. So after an Alder impact on the stuck hinge, the elevator took the demon hunter safely from the cliff on the edge of Hanwick to the dense forest below, and took the original full of monsters howl and witches. The village of treacherous smiles left behind.

But the first thing that stood before him was the huge iron gate that Irene had mentioned.

"You have come to the iron gate... Hehehe, be careful, beware of the terrible thirst for knowledge. There are too many tempting secrets hidden in Bayer Watkins, hehe, knowledge, and the power that comes with it. ."

In the chapel, Irene was lying on the slate floor. She took off the crow mask and threw it aside. Her cheeks, which had not been bloody, became paler, and the big beads of sweat on her forehead dripped onto the ground, making her sweat wet. A piece of ground.

The death of the spirit body summoned by the resonance bell will not let the body die with it, but the pain at the time of death will be transmitted to the body with the returning spirit body intact.