God-level Demon Hunter

The handwriting on the epitaph is messy and scribbled, and there are faint spots of dried blood, showing the excitement of the sculptor.

However, the environment around the tombstone was unusually tidy, the weeds were cleared away, and the coffin was not poisoned by tomb robbers.

Apparently it's often attended to.

The four bystanders stared at a line of writing, speechless for a long time.

His face was complicated and difficult to understand.

"So, this tomb contains the mother of the demon hunter Jaron Molu?" Cohen felt his throat dry and swallowed.

Roy picked up a white carnation beside the grave, suppressing the temporary doubt in his heart. "This flower is very fresh, and it didn't take long to deliver it, at most one day."

Next to it, there are flowers that have withered and turned black and shriveled because of too long time.

Cohen glanced at it, took a deep breath, but his fingers trembled uncontrollably. In 1155, the tomb was more than 100 years ago, and people still come to send flowers, which shows——

"This is contaminated with someone's breath..."

Roy handed the carnation to Lei Suo, who had the most sensitive perception. The latter moved his nose, and a colorful ribbon appeared in front of his eyes, stretching out of the cemetery, pointing to the village of Hout on the edge of Bauclan.

"Dude, the rest is up to you."

"Find the worshiper."

Chapter 7 Geron Moreau

The village of Hout is connected to the lower town of Beauclair and is on the outskirts of the more suburban areas.

Although it is called a village, the cleanliness of the houses and roads is not inferior to that of a big city.

The four followed the breath left by the carnation along the way, and came to the west of Hout Village.

The gorgeous orange sunset blooms quietly, and the night begins to fall.

Under a secluded dry arched bridge, a skinny man, wearing black linen clothes full of holes and smelling bad, was lying on his back on a straw mat, sleeping soundly.

He is not tall, about 1.6 meters five, with two pointed ears protruding from his long hair like a chicken coop, and he obviously has some elf blood.

Dust, mud and grass covered most of his face and skin, like a layer of natural hidden color.

But the scars and calluses under the dirt can be vaguely seen.

He didn't notice the movement around him at all, the four of them moved closer to him within two meters, and he was still sleeping soundly with his chest heaving slightly.

Roy looked at him and his eyes became deep——

Geron Molu

Age: 175

Sex: Male

Identity: Demon Hunter of the Griffin School

Health: 150/260 (weak)

Mana: 200

Attributes:

Power: 24

Agility: 23

Constitution: 24

Perception: 13

Will: 8

Charisma: 6

Spirit: 20

skill:

猎魔人法印Lv10、炼金术Lv8、冥想Lv8、狮鹫学派长剑剑术Lv7、猎魔人感官Lv8、狮鹫派秘法Lv5：掌握双重法印和柯兰普变异法印，锻造Lv9

Secondary mutation (passive solidification)

……

The bald man exchanged glances with everyone, then suddenly squatted down and shouted at him.

"Man, Geron Molu, wake up!"

The roar was like thunder, reverberating under the bridge hole, so frightening that even a comatose person would be awakened!

But the "beggar" didn't respond, and the snoring was still steady.

"Did we make a mistake?" Rita Nieder pinched her nose in disgust, her eyes flicked between the three witchers and him. "Is this guy really a griffin witcher?"

He is said to be a beggar, who doesn't even have a tool to beg for money, and seems to be worse than a vagabond.

As long as he receives a commission, he will not end up in such a miserable end.

"Magic aura can't be faked." Lei Suo's pupils flickered, "It's thicker than most demon hunters, but obviously weaker than spellcasters."

"His magical talent is somewhere between an ordinary person and a spellcaster."

Cohen squatted side by side beside the big man, and lifted the "beggar" to his chest, covered with fleas, sticky into a lump, and filled with long hair with a stinky smell.

His eyes suddenly froze.

A badge of the School of Griffin hangs there quietly, obviously polished frequently, shiny silver and small and delicate.This didn't match the dark skin on his chest and his protruding lute bone.

"Huh—" Cohen heaved a long sigh of relief when he saw this, and sat back on the ground with a smirk.

Finally, from now on, he is no longer the only remaining descendant of the Griffin Sect!

And the bald man had an idea, and his palm like a cattail fan suddenly grabbed the pendant!

"Crack!" A hand stopped halfway, blocking Lei Suo's hand.

It has blue veins and is skinny, revealing thick joints and dense calluses.

Then, the witcher, who was lying on the ground pretending to be asleep, opened his eyes.

The iconic vertical pupils, indigo blue, are like the vast sky, but they are lifeless, so empty that there is no trace of expression. As long as they look at him, they can feel a deep sense of depression and despair.

Expressionlessly, he let go of the rogue right hand of the big man, tightly grasped the pendant on his chest, and closed his eyes again.

The four present could not help but look at each other.

"What a good Geron Molu... are you pretending to sleep here?"

……

"Dude, we know who you are..." Roy leaned down and stood on equal footing with him, staring at his indifferent face, "The son of Thomas Molu and Lydia..."

The tramp's eyelids twitched when Lydia's name was called.

"Besides, you are still a demon hunter of the Griffin Sect..." Roy said frankly, "A student of Grandmaster Ellan!"

"We deeply regret your tragic experience... As a member of the Demon Hunter Brotherhood, we are willing to provide you with the help we can, so that you can get rid of your current predicament and at least improve your living environment."

With a wave of his hand, he took out a soft and attractive bread from the interspatial bag, and handed it to Geron.

"Eat something, buddy, let's talk slowly, if you have any trouble, you might as well speak up and listen."

"..." He turned a deaf ear, turned over on the straw mat, propped his side face and chin with one hand, put one hand on his waist, and turned his back to everyone.

"You don't want to tell us, it's okay, how about communicating with your fellow Griffin faction?" Roy gave Cohen a look, and the latter immediately took off the pendant around his neck and forced it into Geron's akimbo In his hand, let him fold his five fingers together to feel the outline of the pendant carefully.

"Your Excellency Geron, I am Cohen, the Griffin Demon Hunter."

"After the Kel Sirens were turned into ruins, for a long time... only Teacher Kelda and I were left there." There was a wry smile on the corner of the honest and dull man's mouth, with a sad expression on his face.

Jaron's hands trembled.

"But another accident happened a few months ago... Teacher Kelda also left. I thought I was the only Griffon sect left in the whole world..."

"But now, I have to say, it's great to see you!"

Cohen suddenly hummed the griffin's war song,

"When you fall to the ground and bleed"

"We don't care about money and fame"

"Because of brotherhood, and the principle of sticking to it"

"More precious than life!"

……

"Kelda has been alive and just left not long ago?" Finally, a feeble and thin voice rang out, as if he was dying of illness, but full of distress and shock, "How is it possible, I clearly saw his tombstone ?”

Ke En glanced at his companions around him, and everyone's expressions became a little more excited. This indifferent guy finally responded,

"Your Excellency Jielong, before I answer you, can you answer some doubts for us? What did you experience under Heshan Castle? How did you escape?"

"Who are you guys? Why do you know Heshan? How did you find me?" His voice was dry, hoarse, and rasp-like.

"We accidentally discovered Thomas Molu's experimental base at the bottom of the Nine Valley Lake. According to his diary and various clues, we found it." Roy explained,

"The empty laboratory, the two tombstones in the Euremus cemetery, and the bouquet you gave to one of them. All point the way."

A sigh, a long silence.

Then, a man's voice sounded.

……

"How did I escape from Heshan? Since you are asking this question, you must know what happened to me in the past, so I won't repeat it." Geron Molu faced the ceiling of the bridge hole, his eyes were empty, and he whispered, "Thomas Molu locked me under Heshan Mountain, and I stayed alone for many years. When I was hungry, I caught cockroaches, mice and geckos, and when I was thirsty, I used the mutated Colump seal to make ice water..."

Roy suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the other party was able to persist for so long until rescued.

"But I don't dare to run around. I'm worried about alarming the guardian golem. I can't beat him. The patience of human beings is far less than that of stubborn stones. Even if I become a pile of bones, it will still guard the damn portal forever. "

"I could only meditate day and night. During that time, I was so bored that I was going crazy."

Roy couldn't help imagining that it was him, trapped in that dark and narrow place, and there seemed to be nothing else to do except constant meditation and exercise.

And for decades like a day, it is undoubtedly a huge challenge to the mind.

"I can only live by the good memories of the past-drinking and singing with my compatriots in Kyle Siren, traveling all over the world, killing monsters, Teacher Elan's high expectations for me, and words of encouragement... I was originally I thought that my life would end without any disturbance in that small broken house."

Although the narrated past was so painful, Jieron's expression was like a pool of stagnant water, hardly changing.

"I'm even going to piss off that golem, and find my home in battle like most of my compatriots."

"I struggled repeatedly in the constant persistence and vacillation. I don't know how long it took... just when I was about to go crazy."

"One day, without warning, a portal suddenly opened on the wall beside me. Can you understand that feeling? I swear, even if the door leads to the crater or the abyss of death, I will jump without hesitation. go in!"

"I left everything and did that, so I escaped from Heshan..." Jielong paused, and the interval lasted for a long time, and everyone felt that he was brewing some kind of emotion. "Behind the portal is a luxurious villa in the lower town of Bauclan. I met the savior—"

"My mother, Lydia."

……

Everyone understood the words on Lydia's tombstone - child, wait a little longer, hold on, mother will come to save you right away.

This woman got her wish.

They also solved the long-standing problem of who saved Geron.

……

"On the day we met, I found out later that I had been imprisoned for 33 years, and I had turned from 34 to 67 years old... and Lydia was 85 years old, she was just an ordinary woman, she was so old Out of shape, gray-haired, hunched over."

Roy raised his eyebrows. Lydia, an ordinary woman who is getting old, how can she activate the portal in the prison and let Geron escape?

"The moment Lydia rescued me and hugged me, her own life also entered the dying stage..." The tone of the beggar with his back to everyone finally added a touch of emotion, his voice was light but full of sadness, "I am six years old After leaving home, I never came back to see her."

"I don't know that she still misses me so deeply. I will never forget the scene where her cloudy eyes welled up with tears, crying and calling my name... If time can be turned back, I will definitely go back to visit her often." Jielong suddenly took a deep breath, "I began to reflect on my past, whether I was too mean to the relatives who gave birth to me."

Among the four listeners, except for Roy, the expressions of the other three did not change much, and their feelings were not deep, including Rita Needle.

They have all left home since they were young, and they are very old. They have long forgotten the appearance of their mothers, or they don't want to remember them.

……

"But she still begged me to forgive Thomas Molu for his atrocities. She claimed that the other party did it only so that she could see a son who had returned to normal."