Chapter 221

On the second night, Ren spent more than two hours walking through several neighborhoods where extraordinary people gathered in the territory, and screened thousands of passers-by with the eyes of the soul, but still found nothing.

When you pass the giant mallet arena, you can see the sign of the tavern opposite.

"crossroads."

He played cards in the middle of the night last night, and he was quite familiar with this tavern. He looked up and saw that on the platform on the third floor, Dinklage and Pauline were sitting at a table next to the railing, playing cards while drinking. .

"Why are you here again?" Ren muttered.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Ding Laji also saw him, stood up and waved to him, showing the cards in his hand to signal himself to go up.

Ren hesitated for a few seconds before moving towards the tavern.

"Only play two rounds, as a rest." He thought to himself, "We will continue to search later."

After a few hours.

Ren came out of the tavern, looked at the late night in the sky, and told himself secretly: "Ren, Ren, the territory is facing the threat of necromancers, how can you be so careless, you can't go on like this tomorrow."

a week later.

On the third-floor platform of the Crossroads Tavern, Ren held the All Souls card in his hand, his eyes were focused, and he silently counted the opponent's cards.

On the table in front of him were a dozen gold shields and hundreds of silver crowns.

It was won at cards tonight, partly by Dinklage and Pauline, and more by the losses of the other patrons of the tavern.

In the past few days, the news that a Master of All Souls Card has come to the Crossroads Tavern has spread in the small circle of extraordinary people.

Every day there are poker players who come here to challenge, but none of them can win money from this witcher named "Van Helsing".

In the beginning, some players were able to win a game or two occasionally with high-quality cards and good luck.

But in the end, Van Helsing also collected many rare cards, and the more proficient his card skills, the more difficult it would be for others to beat him.

After playing more than a thousand rounds, Van Helsing lost no more than thirty times, and his winning rate was frighteningly high.

At this time, the face of the poker player sitting opposite was as ugly as if he was constipated.

Ren remained expressionless and played the last card.

"you lose."

All the onlookers sighed in unison. They had seen this kind of scene too many times in the past few days, and every time they saw Fan Helsing about to lose, they always came close.

The player on the opposite side felt unwilling, but there was nothing he could do.

He took out all the money in his wallet, threw it on the table, and sat back in his seat depressed to drink.

Ren looked around and saw that there was no new challenger, so he put away the cards, took out a bag and packed the gold shield and silver crown.

Ding Laji's face was full of envy, "If I had your poker skills, I wouldn't have stopped eating meat for a few days."

His pockets were cleaner than his face now, he didn't have a copper liso, and Pauline bought his drinks.

Pauline was not much better, but more restrained.

Ren didn't pay much attention to the money. Every half a minute, he scanned the street below in a very subtle way, and said, "When will you pay back the money you owe me?"

Playing cards these days, Ding Laji not only lost all his money, but also owed himself a huge debt.

"Uh..." Ding Laji suddenly became embarrassed, and said with a smile: "Fan Helsing, anyway, you are not short of money now, give me a few more days."

Seeing that Fan Helsing was unmoved, he quickly patted his chest: "I told you before that I have received a big task, and I am playing cards here these days to wait for the target to appear. When the task is completed, I will immediately return the money to you." you."

"Up to three days." Ren said coldly.

Playing cards belonged to playing cards, and he didn't really forget the business, pretending to be bored, and the eyes of the soul scanned back and forth below.

"Three days..."

Ding Laji scratched his chin in confusion, thought for a moment, as if he had made some decision: "Fan Helsing, if I let you participate in this mission, I will cancel all the money I owe you and divide the reward equally, how about it?"

Before Ryan could answer, Pauline was unwilling.

"Didn't it be agreed that the two of us would be enough?" He stared at Ding Laji, his hungry wolf-like eyes were full of displeasure, and said in a low voice, "The bounty is only 1,500 gold shields in total. It would be boring to divide it among three people. Besides, I don't know how strong he is..."

"He is at least a high-level demon hunter, maybe better than you."

Ding Laji said very positively, and comforted him: "Three people are more confident in acting together. At worst, I will take a little less, and your bounty will remain the same."

"That's more or less the same." Pauline reluctantly agreed, but still looked suspiciously at Ryan.

Ren listened to the conversation between the two, and was slandered endlessly.

He clearly offered a bounty of 3,000 gold shields, but Ding Laji lost half of it. This Paulin didn't know that he was cheated of a large amount of money.

"What task?" Ren pretended to be very interested.

"The task that you demon hunters are best at is tracking and killing monsters." Ding Laji said in a faint voice: "But it's not ordinary monsters, but necromancers..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly twitched his nose twice.

He looks ugly, half of his nose was cut off in his early years, leaving two black nostrils, but his sense of smell is very sensitive, after a few twitches like a dog, his face suddenly changed slightly, and he whispered: "You are so lucky, The target appeared."

Pauline sat up refreshed: "Where is it?"

"Don't look around, keep drinking." Ding Laji was extremely calm, with a confident smile on his lips, "He can't escape."

Ren also picked up his glass and drank, scanning the street from the corner of his eye.

Ding Laji didn't need to point it out, he also found the target.

On the other side of the street where the Giant Hammer Arena is located, a carriage pulling goods came slowly and stopped in front of an alchemy shop.

The driver was a young man, about twenty-five years old, wearing leather armor and hanging a long sword. He was vigorous and agile. He jumped out of the car and walked into the shop.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that he is a ranger.

Ren's soul eyes went straight into the depths, and he could see more clearly. This is a second-level ranger, with relatively ordinary strength, not outstanding, and his appearance is also very inconspicuous.

However, the other party's soul state was abnormal, and was entangled by another pale soul, tightly suppressing it.

"Wraith Possession!"

Ren immediately recognized that the young ranger was possessed by a wraith.

Wraiths are a kind of undead creatures. They are pure energy bodies. They are not afraid of physical attacks. They attack the living with their own death and cold energy, and they like to attach to the living and control their body movements.

Every necromancer summons wraiths to serve him.

As long as this wraith is tracked down, the necromancer's whereabouts will definitely be found.

Ren couldn't help but glanced at Ding Laji. This demon warlock had a few tricks, and he discovered the wraith at a distance of hundreds of meters, and it was still at night.

A person possessed by a vengeful spirit can't tell the difference in appearance, almost exactly the same as a normal person.

Ren thought to himself that if he didn't have the eyes of the soul, it would be difficult for him to detect it.

The three continued to drink, and Ding Laji even happily talked about dirty jokes, causing bursts of laughter from the guests at the nearby tables.

Only occasionally when he glanced at the alchemy shop, there was a trace of caution in his eyes.

Shortly after.

The young ranger came out of the shop, followed by a few guys. They carried more than a dozen boxes of alchemy materials into the carriage, and respectfully watched the young man leave.

The carriage got further and further away and disappeared at the other end of the street.

"Come with me."

Dinklage got up immediately, took Ryan and Pauline downstairs, and left the Crossroads Tavern.

The three pursued along the street.

After a while, he left the giant mallet arena and turned into a relatively remote road. There were no street lights, the surroundings were pitch black, and few pedestrians could be seen.

The carriage had long since disappeared.

Ren couldn't see it with the eyes of the soul, and his vision was blocked by various things on the ground.

But Ding Laji was not in a hurry, he would twitch his nose every half a minute, without any hesitation in his steps, obviously he was very sure about his sense of smell.

While running, Pauline couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure you didn't go wrong?"

"Nonsense." Dinglage was very dissatisfied with Pauline's suspicion of himself, and snorted, "The nose of a hellhound can recognize most of the smells in the world, especially the monsters related to the abyss. I can smell them from a thousand steps away. The stench of the undead."

Ren glanced at him, he already knew.

The power of demon warlocks comes from demons. They rely on the unique medium of demon codex to enslave demon souls and carve runes on their bodies with demon blood.

During the battle, you can not only summon the demon, but also allow it to possess and strengthen itself.

This kind of cultivation method is very similar to the magician of all souls, but it is limited to demons, and the number of summons is not as good as that of the magician of all souls. If you are not careful, you may be backlashed by the demons and fall into the abyss.

A demon warlock can enslave one demon per level.

Every time a level is increased, one more demon can be summoned in the battle. Ding Laji is a high-level warlock, and he can summon up to three demons to enter the battle at the same time. If the number exceeds this number, he will lose control.

Dinklage enslaves and fuses eight demons, one of which is a hellhound.

When playing cards in the past few days, he has been using the sense of smell of the hellhound to constantly distinguish the smells that appear near the tavern.

"He picked up the speed, and we have to hurry up to keep up."

A dark red illusory code appeared in Ding Laji's hand. A demon's head was drawn on the cover. When he flipped to one of the pages, he recited a spell and cast a spell, and a tall war horse jumped out of thin air.

It was dressed in heavy armor, with strange light green flames emitting from its eyes and four hooves, illuminating its surroundings, and exuding a frightening aura.

This is the dread steed of the demon sorcerer.

Dreadhorse is a demon living in the abyss, born with a fear aura, able to intimidate the surrounding enemies.

The demon warlock incorporates its demon soul into his demon codex, and summons it at any time as his own transportation mount.

Ding Laji jumped on the fear horse, and it immediately galloped with four hooves at an extremely fast speed, leaving scorched hoofprints on the ground one after another.

"I hate this thing." Pauline was made uncomfortable by the smell of the Dreadhorse, so he accelerated his feet and kept a distance from it.

He is a Gale Demon Swordsman, known for his speed, he easily followed Ding Laji.

When he was a little worried that Van Helsing would not be able to keep up, he turned his head and saw the witcher running beside him at a leisurely pace.

"Is the cat sent the witcher so fast?"

Pauline was puzzled.

Demon hunters are good at tracking monsters, and their speed is definitely not slow, especially cat demon hunters, with dexterous footwork, balanced body, good at fighting and moving in a small area, but purely speaking, the speed should not be as good as Gale Demon Swordsman, but Fan Helsing He seems to be faster than himself, and his face is relaxed when he runs, as if he still has more energy.

Ren guessed what Pauline was thinking, and laughed twice in his heart, but he didn't say a word.

The three of them were fast and slow, and they never lost track.

After chasing for about twenty minutes, Ding Laji's speed suddenly slowed down. He jumped off the fear horse, put it back into the Devil Codex, and said in a low voice, "He stopped."

Ahead, under the night sky, was a town with sporadic lights on.

Rennes is very familiar with his territory. This is the town of Dasom. There are more than 30,000 residents in the town, most of whom are civilians and ordinary people. One-third of them are locals who are engaged in agriculture. and farm work; the remaining two-thirds come from out-of-town workers working in nearby factories.

There are more than a dozen such villages and towns in the territory. Dasom is not the largest, and the number of people is not the largest, ranking around fifth.

Ren opened the map on his phone and found out the location of Dasom Town.

The town of Dasom is located in the north of the center of the Territory of Glamorgan, that is, in the middle of the densely populated area of ​​the Territory.

Ren's heart tightened. The necromancer was hiding here, and the situation was not good.

The three of them approached the town by night, and stopped behind a haystack outside the town, looking out to observe the situation in the town. Ding Laji said, "Let me check the situation first."

He silently cast a spell, and a few seconds later, a fist-sized eyeball was summoned.

The eyeballs float in the air, and the whole body is dark green.

Its pupils are vertical, and it looks around as soon as it comes out. Its eyes seem to be able to see through the void, and it immediately fades into an invisible state when it is summoned.

"go."

Ding Laji closed his eyes and let out a low cry, his eyes immediately flew to Dasom Town.

Ren watched him cast his means. This is the "Eye of the Nether" of the demon warlock. Ding Laji's vision is connected with the eye of the Nether, and he can see everything it sees.

He waited patiently.

In less than five minutes, Ding Laji's eyes opened: "I found it."

"How is it?" Pauline asked anxiously.

"They are hiding in the yard on the other side of the town. There are three of them, including the ranger, but I'm not sure if there are necromancers." Ding Laji carefully described, "They are unloading, and I smell the alchemy room in that yard. The smell is very strong, and a large amount of potion should be brewing in secret."

"I have never smelled the smell of this potion before, but it feels terrible to me." Ding Laji guessed, "It is most likely a poison."

"Poison!" Pauline startled.

Necromancers are good at refining all kinds of terrible toxins, which are used in human experiments. They are also very terrifying existences for extraordinary people, and they dare not be contaminated.

He immediately retreated.

Ding Laji was also hesitating. Anyway, he had found the necromancer's whereabouts, so he went back and reported it to the Earl of Glamorgan, and just took the thousand gold shield by himself.

But before he could make a sound, he saw Van Helsing approaching the town.