Char, go find Rocher.
The soldiers re-set up a humble camp, emotionally drained, and reminded by the day's confrontation of the devil's power.
Char surmised that when they set out, they thought they could be of use, fighting demons with spears and bows. But it turns out that the demon shell is bulletproof, and ordinary weapons can't hurt it at all. Moreover, demons are cunning and versatile, and only demon hunters with the same skills can fight them.
However, Shire also thought of a strange idea, what if to build a special army to hunt demons? Nooooo. It won't work. Eight demon hunters are a mess in the forest at dusk, let alone eighty or eight hundred? It seems like a demon hunter should go it alone, so as not to let others interfere with him.
Well, in this case, a demon hunter would have to be strong enough to meet any challenge. Char realizes that he must find all the resources to make him more powerful, better armor, better crossbows, more potions, more powerful spells... Do your best to arm yourself from head to foot, from body to mind, to maximize your chances of winning against the devil.
The soldiers along the way, seeing Shire, began to whisper to each other, looking at Shire with mixed emotions, some of them happy, some of them afraid.
They put up their tent, but there were no fences, no torches, and there was only one night to spend. It was dark, and the Shire had a great deal of difficulty in finding Rocher. The knight stood far from the camp, and on the ground around him lay a dozen bodies, all covered with thick white cloth.
"Why don't you light a torch? 'asked Shire.
"If the winged demon returns, I hope it hasn't found us." Roach said quietly.
"What the devil sees is the soul of the creature. Can the soul be hidden?" Char shook his head.
Rocher side of several personal soldiers immediately cast a bad look at the shire.
"I don't understand, but thank you for reminding me." Rocher nodded. "Frankly, we need you."
"What I can do is limited. I've only just been promoted to full hunter." "But I will do my best. It is my duty to hunt the devil." The winged demon escaped from the chapel, and we were supposed to keep an eye on it.
Rocher nodded.
Tibert did not rest. He suddenly came over and said to Shire, "I'm sorry."
'What's the matter? Shire puzzled, get Tibert's apology is unexpected.
"What -- you fellow, do you want me to explain it to you?" Tibert blushed. "I'm sorry because I offended you, but you were right. Hunting demons is not the same as hunting dragons."
"Just so you know." Char sighed.
"We didn't think you'd make it." Rocher clasped his hand to his chest. "There would have been no peace in the Hall of Grey Tree, but you survived."
"My life is hard." Char said, "Since the demon has not been defeated, I cannot die easily." And if we're gonna take it down, we're all gonna have to work together. Where is it now?"
"It fled into the nearby forest, its wings were injured and it could not fly, at least our scouts did not see it flying in the air. Along the way there were fire burns, and it seemed to be crawling through the woodland, scorched everywhere." "That forest is the temple's property."
"Childbirth?"
"As early as the Treaty of 335, the Forest of Qinglu was designated as the private property of the Lord of Roplus." Rocher looked out at the woodland unfolding in the night, "as if the devil knew the best place for him to hide." If we venture into the forest and delay too long, the divine magistrate will have reason to condemn us."
"But we're hunting demons!" Shire was amazed.
"... There are some things in the world that are more important than the death or life of a demon, like power, like domination."
"Demons destroy everything, destroy everything, and then what can they rule?" The Shire accident.
"Ruins have value." "And with God's blessing, demons will not overwhelm the world."
The Shire does not like the divine officers, they are always sanctimonious, because they convey the will of God, so people must follow their instructions and ideas, otherwise it is blasphemy against God.
"Anyway, we have to go after it." Shire thought that Prox, who had promised to teach him to ride, was now probably lying in front of him under these white cloth, and how could the lives of all beings be easily trampled by the devil, and it must pay the price.
"My scouts do not dare to get too close, and as you can see, the demon causes great mental stress to my men. I should remind the count that too many ordinary people are useless, and they cannot even have the courage to fight against demons." "What we need are good, lean hands," Mr. Roche said in disgust.
"The Demon Hunters are built on that principle. We don't hire too many people, and we don't ask for help from the Lords." Char explained, "We fight the devil by ourselves."
"Admirable." Rocher nodded.
"If I could..." Tibert spoke hesitantly. "Can I come and see you?"
"To us? You mean the Hunter's Sanctuary?"
"Yes, I think I might be able to help, if you have the money." Tibert explained, "I can help you design some appliances and facilities, that's what I do..."
"Why the sudden thought?" Char was amused.
"Because..." Tibert murmured, "The devil is so terrible, that if he really starts, all will be lost." So, if I can help the demon hunters, it means I'm preventing disaster. Besides... We also need money. We are very poor, and I always have to lead people to look for jobs and rewards so that people back home can live better."
"Your crossbows are of very good quality, and I will come to you if I have the chance." Char nodded firmly.
"Yes, I have seen your crossbow, and its design is rather rudimentary. If I were to come, I could make you one of better quality and more power." Tibert seems to be very interested in things like craft, and some people just like to delve into fine design.
"Are you now ruler of the Sanctuary of the Hunter? Since Master Frederic died." Rocher asked thoughtfully.
"It's me. I have the key." Shire subconsciously checked the backpack, the silver key is steady.
"I solemnly apologize to Lord Shire for the slight. Since you are master of the Hunter's Sanctuary and have fought so valiantly, you are entitled to the respect of all." Roche bow to the shire, her side of the soldiers although reluctant, but also to the shire brief greeting.
"Only by defeating the devil can I accept everything with peace of mind." Shire surface modest, heart is very happy.
In fact, these people have been frightened by the devil, if the Shire did not wake up tonight, they were determined to return home, would rather flee back to the gray tree Hall to defend the city, let the devil in the countryside raging.
But now that their only hope, the Shire, has successfully revived from the brink of death, they too have decided to regroup and attack the winged demon once more.
Its situation is very bad, was burned by the Shire with dark green Yafen flame, and the "blood bride" arrow, the strength is greatly weakened, and the soldiers of Rocher are psychologically prepared, this time to face the devil, will not be as desperate as before, so that they are beaten to throw away the helmet and arms, and run away with their heads.
Rocher selected good men and rode into the forest, with scouts to guide them, and the Shire and mercenaries on foot behind them, ready to meet them. Charles held the sword Graddiu in one hand, the torch in the other, and the road was hazy.
The moon cast long shadows in the thick forest, and there was silence. All that Shire could hear was the tramp of twigs and leaves, and the crackle of torches. Visibility was so poor that you could barely see far away.
Without knowing why, he suddenly began to miss the city, the taverns and the hostels, the time when he had a chance to sleep in a warm bed, a good meal, and his mouth felt dry, and he wanted to drink and rest. During the day, as he clutched the rope and was swung like a pendulum by the winged demon high in the air, he repeatedly recalled the experience of extreme fear, and constantly felt the fear in his heart, and the pressure naturally built up and needed to be reduced.
Now, instead of calming the anxiety in his heart in time, he immediately went deep into the front line against the winged demon, and Shire naturally felt very uneasy.
The duties of the hunter seem endless, because the devil is always there to kill.
The best way to fight against demons is to imprison them, according to what Shire knows, the more powerful demons are the more likely to be reborn in hell, once destroyed, as long as a few decades or hundreds of years, these powerful demons will reshape the body and power, and invade the reality again.
Those weaker demons, on the contrary, because of their weak strength, it is difficult to revive in hell, as long as they are killed in the real world, they can be easily eliminated.
It must have been for the same reason that the hunters kept the winged demon in the sanctuary to suffer on earth and prevent its resurrection in hell. But if it escaped, does that mean that the other demons in the dungeon have also escaped? The underground part of the Hunter Sanctuary is too big to hide just one demon.
Think of here, shire more headache.
There was a flickering light and a noisy noise ahead, and Shire rushed to see another victim.
A deer was torn from the middle, the belly and two hind legs were all eaten, leaving some ugly residue, the deer head slightly open mouth, black eyes dull, it seems to be alive to be eaten alive, very scary.
People worried, sighed, and then moved on, following the scorch marks in search of the winged demon, with only Rocher remaining thoughtfully in place.
"Shire." She asked. "Did you make the devil with the mask on his face and the chains on his body?"
"To hold it, of course." Char didn't know why Rocher was asking.
"How does he eat with his iron face like that?"
Shire was stunned.