Path of light

Chapter 644 645. The Knights Walking on the Edge of Haiti

The stall owner wore a robe that was so dirty that the base color could not be seen. He also wore light leather armor outside the robe. A long knife was hung on his belt. He stood in front of the stall quietly like a statue.

Seeing a magic crystal that Leah threw on the stall, the stall owner bent down to build up the magic crystal stone, first wiped it casually, and then put it under his nose to smell it, and then put it in his purse.

A flattering smile appeared on his expressionless face, and he said to Leah:

"My dear lady, the Knights Templar are the strongest demon hunting group here."

Lia put her hands behind her back, and nodded slightly with a tense face, and then asked:

"Where do they live?"

When asking this question, Leah also glanced around the camp.

The stall owner waved his hands repeatedly and explained to Leah:

"No, no, no, they don't live in the demon hunting camp. Their camp is not far from us. Follow this road out of the camp and go forward for about ten kilometers. You can see their tents under a cliff."

Liya frowned slightly, not very satisfied with the stall owner asking her to walk more than ten kilometers with just one sentence.

The stall owner saw the suspicion in Leah's eyes and quickly explained:

"They are a group of priests who ran away from the Temple Expeditionary Force. When they fled to us, the demon hunters in the camp were worried that they would attract the law enforcement team of the Temple Expeditionary Force, so they were not allowed to set up tents in the camp. They were only allowed to trade various materials in the market of the camp, so they set up tents outside the camp. After so many years, everyone has gotten used to it."

Liya glanced at the magician Elaud behind her and saw him nod calmly, and then left the stall.

Roy followed behind Leah and looked around the demon hunting camp.

In fact, this demon hunting camp looked much more shabby than Iris' camp, and it was also pitifully small.

There were some shabby tents built around the camp, some of which were patched up, and some were even half buried in the sand. These tents were gathered together in twos and threes, and there were more conspicuous things hanging in front of the tents, such as a scabbard or an iron bucket.

The so-called market was also very small, with only a few stalls.

The things sold were also some strange items. Although there were some magic beast materials, most of them were things that Roy didn't like.

All demon hunting camps used soul crystals as circulating currency, but in the demon hunting camps, all kinds of food were the hard currency in the market, and the common ones were grains, dried meat, and preserved fruits.

Roy's eyes fell on the corner of a stall. On the dirty leather lay a forearm-long fang. He had seen this kind of fang not long ago. The four fangs of the two-headed demon snake looked similar to this fang.

Roy squatted down in front of the stall, put on a leather glove, and pointed at the fang in the corner of the stall.

The stall owner was a human, and he said a bunch of words that Roy couldn't understand. Seeing Roy looking at him with a puzzled look, the stall owner repeated it, but Roy still couldn't understand.

"Don't you understand Green Empire language?" Leah asked Roy in surprise.

"I have lived in the Elf Kingdom since I was a child, and I don't have the opportunity to come into contact with this language." Roy explained.

"Then you have to find a way to learn it, because in the Dark Land Demon Hunting Camp, there are basically only two languages ​​​​circulated, Elf Language and Green Empire Language. If you want to communicate smoothly here, you have to speak both languages!" Leah whispered to Roy.

"He just told you that it was a demon snake fang, and it would not be exchanged for soul crystals. If you have other good things that you don't need, you can take them out and exchange them with him."

Leah acted as a translator and whispered to Roy.

Roy thought about it and took out a bottle of secondary life potion from his magic waist bag. This life potion was made in batches in the alchemy workshop in Castletown.

Because the imperial merchants in Castletown Port liked to buy this potion the most, Woods made a large batch.

When Roy went to Golfito, Woods brought him several boxes. He entered Golfito with the mine guards. Since he had not encountered any wars and he was a great priest, he would not use healing potions for things that could be solved with holy light magic, so these healing potions have been kept until now and have not been used.

The stall owner asked Roy if he had anything of equivalent value to exchange, and Roy tentatively took out the secondary life potion that he didn't usually use.

The stall owner saw the life potion in Roy's hand and stretched out a finger to shake it at Roy.

Roy took out another bundle of secondary life potions from his magic waist bag and cast an inquiring look at the stall owner.

Leah blinked hard when she saw Roy's bundle of life potions.

She knew that Roy carried a lot of good things, but she didn't expect that a great priest's magic waist bag would actually contain so many life potions...

"He said that you have to give him fifty bottles of this life potion before you can take away the demon snake fang!" Leah acted as a translator again.

Without thinking, Roy took out four more bundles of secondary life potions and piled them in front of the stall owner. Then he picked up the demon snake fang from the stall, put it in his magic waist bag, and left with Leah without looking back.

The stall owner looked at the bundles of secondary life potions piled at his feet and stared for a long time before reacting...

The deal has been done.

For him, the value of the demon snake fang is higher, but the value of the secondary life potion is not low, and it is easier to trade...

He has put the demon snake fang on the stall since the day he got it, but no one has been interested in it.

When the five bundles of secondary life potion were put on the stall, the demon hunters in the camp gathered around in a short time. Everyone wanted to buy two bottles to carry with them in case of emergency.

Mage Elaud stood behind Roy and Leah, watching them trade quietly without saying a word.

After Roy completed the deal and the three of them left the stall, Mage Elaud said to Roy:

"This snake fang is of good quality. Only the fang of a level 5 dark snake can be this long, but it is not long enough to be auctioned at the auction house. Roy, if you can find a master craftsman to make it into a magic dagger, its value will soar several times immediately."

Roy quickly agreed. In fact, he wanted to make this fang into a dagger. When he hunted the two-headed snake demon in the nameless rift, Roy only got a piece of snake demon skin. Later, when everyone divided the remains of the frost dragon, Roy got another piece of ice dragon leather.

Now that he has obtained this snake demon fang, the first thing he thought of was to give it to Moira.

When the few people passed by the campfire in the demon hunting camp, Leah walked over and threw a magic crystal into the campfire, and the eyes that stared at them from time to time in the dark disappeared completely.

This demon hunting camp is very small. Maybe the demon hunting groups are out hunting. The camp seems very quiet.

Blood-stained bandages are still floating outside some tents...

This demon hunting camp is almost broken, messy, old and decayed. However, since it can survive on the edge of Haiti, it means that it has some special features.

Many demon hunters who can survive in the dark land, whether they are elves, humans, dwarves, or other races, are second-level strongmen. Only strong men can survive in this barren land.

"Life in the demon hunting camp is like this. Usually, they have to go out to hunt. They don't have a base in only one demon hunting camp." Leah introduced the daily life of demon hunters to everyone.

When passing a tent, Roy saw a demon hunting lizard man pour a cup of black juice into his mouth. When he saw Roy staring at him in surprise, he opened his mouth wide, showing his fangs and smiled at Roy.

The lizardman was very strong, with clear chest and abdominal muscle contours, and a layer of keratin on the outside. They like to apply oil on their bodies, which makes their strong bodies shine.

"These guys are also outliers among demon hunters. They only trust their own kind, and are good at archery and javelins. They have keen perception and can always hunt prey that is rarely seen in normal times. People like to call this kind of demon hunter treasure hunters." Leah whispered to Roy.

Roy heard the title of treasure hunter from Byron Thor, so he knew that archers who can be called treasure hunters are almost all second-level strongmen.

It seems that this dilapidated demon hunting camp really hides some high-level demon hunters...

...

Watching Roy, Leah and Magister Elaud walk out of the demon hunting camp, the demon hunters in a tent in the camp licked their lips and looked away. One of the demon hunters turned over and lay on the leather with a faint sour smell, turned his head and asked his companion:

"Torrem, how is it? Is it worth our effort?"

The companion was dripping a red potion into his eyes and then closed his eyes to rest.

"What do you think, Carlos?"

The demon hunter named Carlos touched his bald head, smiled and said:

"I have a bad feeling. Although the other party is a fat sheep and doesn't even have a decent combat professional, why do I feel uncomfortable when I see them?"

Torrem closed his eyes and said calmly:

"That's because you don't know that the old elf standing behind the two little guys is a magician!"

Carlos immediately sat up and looked outside through the gap in the tent again. He found that the three people had gone far away, so he turned back and said:

"Tsk tsk... It turned out to be a magician. I saw them wandering around the camp, how come they were walking in their own backyard so casually!"

Torrem opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes seemed to hide two arcs of electricity. Then he said:

"I couldn't be sure at first, but I found that the butts of those lizardmen didn't even move. Do you think they, who would want to bite the quick meat when they saw a mosquito leg, have any reason to sit there so quietly? Didn't you see that when those people passed by them just now, their boss actually grinned. How many times have you seen him smile after so many years of getting along?"

The bald warrior named Carlos immediately gave up all his fantasies and said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, Torrem, I think I'd better go to sleep."

As the two were chatting, a human assassin in leather armor crawled in from outside the tent.

Torrem asked hurriedly:

"What did they buy here?"

The leather armor assassin took off his boots, untied the silk scarf around his neck, and answered: "The demon snake fang in Old Cook's hand."

Carlos took a breath and asked again eagerly: "What good things did they take out to buy the demon snake fang from Old Cook?"

"Five bundles of secondary life potion."

The human assassin had hung the scarf on the top of the tent and untied the mask, revealing a female face.

"Hiss... It's really a good thing that people can't refuse." Carlos came over and helped the human assassin take off the light leather armor.

The human female assassin did not resist Carlos, and said casually: "They also inquired about the news of the Knights Templar."

Carlos' hands stopped, and a glimmer of hope ignited in his eyes:

"Do you think they are the law enforcement team sent by the Temple Expeditionary Force?"

Thorem shook his head and hummed: "It's been so long, and the Temple Expeditionary Force has long entered the depths of the dark land. How can there be a law enforcement team to take care of these things."

Then Thorem hung a battle axe on his belt and turned around and climbed out of the tent.

...

Roy and Leah had just walked out of the demon hunting camp, and in front of them was an endless black desert and dark red sky.

A group of demon hunters appeared on the path in front of him, but they seemed to be in trouble, because Roy saw several demon hunters carrying stretchers, dragging their tired feet, and moving step by step towards the camp.

In the accompanying team, several demon hunters were slightly injured, and they looked tired and forced to move forward.

Soon the two sides passed each other...

Roy stood by the road and watched the failed demon hunting group quietly.

The demon hunters lying on the stretchers were almost all pale, with weak breath, and looked like they could die at any time...

Elaud, Leah, and Roy stood by the road, and no one took the initiative to step forward. They didn't have the energy to deal with such troubles for the time being.

The group of demon hunters looked dirty, but their outfits were completely different. Although the demon hunters carrying the stretchers looked very tired, they were not injured...

A warrior had a long sword hanging on his waist, and the robe he wore had become a thread.

He was stunned for a second when he saw Roy, and then turned his head away immediately.

Roy was sure that he had never seen this human before, so why did he avoid his gaze?

Roy wanted to chase him and ask, but the group had already walked into the camp.

Roy didn't want to meddle in other people's business, so he didn't ask any more questions.