A snow-white homing pigeon flew "fluttering" through the air, and a crystal white feather fell in the sun.
Vivian squinted her eyes and raised her head, stretched out a hand to point out the pigeon to Lin Zhen: "Alice, look, it's a homing pigeon! It must be a demon hunter from other places who came to ask the president about the ancestor of the blood race.
It’s something!”
It's normal for Vivian to have this guess. After all, ever since the news about the ancestor of the blood clan came out, people have often sent letters asking the president for details about the ancestor of the blood clan.
"Maybe." Lin Zhen looked up following her finger, watching the homing pigeon flap its wings and land gently at the window of the Demon Hunter Association. She laughed and said: "The seven ancestors of the blood race, now there are only
There are only five left, and we can eliminate them all soon."
The homing pigeon called "coo" twice, and its fat body "cooed" through the crack of the half-open window, and landed on a black-gloved hand by the window.
It stayed in the hand for a while with its round eyes open, then shook its body, lowered its head and pecked out a small wooden tube from its paws, held it in its beak and gently placed it in the hand.
The president took the wooden tube, placed the carrier pigeon on the table beside him, then carefully opened the wax paint on the wooden tube, and poured out the note written in cipher text inside the wooden tube.
He read the paper at a glance, then stretched out his hand to crush the note into pieces, then turned around and walked out with a solemn look, heading straight for the clock tower on the top floor of the Witcher Association.
The big bell on the top floor of the Demon Hunter Association is usually not rung. If you ring the bell at different frequencies, any demon hunter within the Demon Hunter Association who hears the bell will understand that this is the bell.
What does it mean: Either to summon everyone, or to let everyone hide, or to send a signal to attack...
The president gathered a wave of waves with his hands and rang the bell according to the summoned signal frequency.
"when--"
The sound of the bell slowly spread throughout the territory.
Lin Zhen and Vivian heard the dull bell just as they walked to the door.
They instantly realized what the bell meant: "Calling?"
The two looked at each other and immediately realized something was wrong: the homing pigeon just now probably didn't bring any good news.
Lin Zhen and Vivian hurriedly turned back to the Demon Hunter Association. Other demon hunters who heard the summoning bell also rushed to the association. Lin Zhen and Vivian followed everyone and sat down on the bench in the assembly hall.
After waiting for a while, everyone walked in one after another. Before long, the meeting hall of the Witcher Association was already crowded with witchers.
Everyone sat together and started talking uneasily in twos and threes: "What happened?"
"It's been a long time since we had such a gathering. Could it be that the vampires caused something else?"
Someone answered from the side: "The Vampire Clan has been quite peaceful recently. I haven't heard of anything serious happening..."
The person next to him nodded in agreement: "Yes, I feel that there are far fewer vampires recently than before, and they haven't gone on missions as frequently as before for a long time."
The president was still shrouded in a black robe. He appeared at the door as mysteriously as before and walked slowly into the assembly hall.
The demon hunters who were discussing all stood up and shouted: "President!"
The president walked over quickly, stood on the front steps of the assembly hall, nodded to everyone, and made a quiet gesture: "Good afternoon, everyone."
"Everyone is speculating why this meeting was suddenly convened."
The president's tone was low and sad: "Just now, I received sad news. The Demon Hunter Association in the Oro region sent us a letter of distress."
The demon hunters in the audience all moved uneasily.
The Demon Hunter Association in the Oro region has always been very powerful in the eyes of everyone. It is almost invincible when fighting against the vampires and has an overwhelming advantage. Why would it suddenly ask for help from them?
In the end what happened?
The president looked at everyone's nervous expressions, paused, and then said in a deep voice: "According to the information in the distress letter, all the vampires in the Oro area seemed to have suddenly fallen into a state of madness, as if they were going crazy.
Attack surrounding creatures."
"Nearly half of the residents in the Oro area were killed or injured. The Demon Hunter Association lost more than two thousand demon hunters, and the vampires continue to kill without restraint. If this continues, the number of casualties may further expand."
"The Demon Hunter Association in Oro is about to be exhausted. We need to dispatch a hundred demon hunters to the Oro area to help deal with the crazy attack of the vampires."
The president looked around the venue and gave sincere advice: "This journey will be very dangerous. Please consider carefully whether you are qualified for this task. If there are any demon hunters who are willing to go to the Oro area to assist, please raise your hands.
Bar."
The venue was quiet for a moment.
After about a few breaths, everyone in the audience raised their hands in unison, and Lin Zhen also raised his hands quickly: Look at me, I want to go!
The president looked at the determined faces of everyone, selected the stronger ones among them, and read out the names of the demon hunters one by one: "Chris, Balin, Dodolo..."
When his gaze swept over the area around him, Lin Zhen quickly shook his hand vigorously, with an obvious intention: President, choose me, choose me!
The president's voice paused, and then he read out her name: "Alice."
yeah!
Lin Zhen put down his hands with satisfaction and listened carefully as the president continued to call the name of the demon hunter.
"...Okay, that's it." The president just named a hundred demon hunters and said in a deep voice: "The above is the list of demon hunters who will assist the Oro area this time. Go prepare and set off immediately!
"
The demon hunters whose names were called stood up one after another and responded loudly: "Yes!"
Everyone quickly counted their weapons and prepared various items to deal with the vampires. They gathered in the open space outside the Demon Hunter Association and prepared to set off for Oro.
The president and other demon hunters also stood outside the door, waving goodbye to them: "Come on!"
"Bon Voyage!"
Everyone watched the team of demon hunters sent to Oro go away.
When they were no longer visible, everyone who had been forcing themselves to smile became depressed, and some pessimistic people even let out low sobs.
The president's voice still sounded as cold as ever: "Why are you crying?"
The sobbing demon hunter raised his head and said, "The Demon Hunter Association of Oro was beaten like that. If they went there... wouldn't they go to die?"
"How do you know they can't win?" The president turned around, his black robe drawing a winding arc in the air, and said firmly: "They will come back."
