The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Yes, I remember that at that time, it was Larov's sister, Gordo, who gave you a piece of clothes she didn't wear, so that you can change that prison uniform." Zelin held the reins and looked at the person in front of him. Village. The footprints of the Demon Hunter traveled all over the sky, and his footprints were left in the nine territories. He has traveled through so many cities and villages, but there is no place that can leave him as profound as Ximu Town. Memories.

This was the first village he arrived in the New World, the first place he could rest. The blacksmith's shop in Alvor, the lumberyard of Hood and Gordo, the Sleeping Giant Hotel, the grocery store of Lucan and Camilla. Since Balgruuf kept Snowman City and did not let the Stormcloak succeed, the brothers and sisters from Cyrodir can continue to open the grocery store without worrying about the Nords who support the Stormcloak. Treat them as spies of the empire. I just don't know, who can get Camilla's heart, or neither, the wood spirit Faendall who works in the lumberyard and the bard Swan of Brookwood Town.

Of course, the chicken that Zelin almost stepped on when he came here for the first time is still alive at the door of the village, flapping its wings all day long, walking around with its head up and chest tall. Its owner didn't worry that the chicken would be stolen by a thief. He still remembered that Gnaiya had to steal a chicken outside the village to eat her stomach when she was in despair, but was chased and beaten by a group of villagers for a long time.

It was still the familiar cobblestone road, or the familiar stone bridge. Of course, there is no shortage of familiar figures.

Near the edge of the village, Zelin saw two familiar figures. Dawn Guardian Seran and Dulac were at the stone wall gate of Brookwood Town. They brought a carriage over. There were many domesticated war trolls and a few war dogs lying on the carriage. Sailan riding a horse first saw the demon hunter coming from the road by the river in the distance. He shouted and waved.

"We are back again."

"Yes." Gnaiya looked at Ximu Town with some nostalgia, "We are back again."

Chapter 961: A Wonderful Night

"Fortunately, Ceran." Zelin shook hands with the pale blonde young dawn guard in front of him, and patted the strong orc on the shoulder again. "And you, Durak, you are as strong as ever."

"The same is true for you, human. Your body is as tough as your sword." Dulac clutched his stomach and laughed. "It's really time for me to come back. Both you and that little vampire can bring us good news."

Sairan on the side took Durak’s words and explained to Zelin, “When that elf came to our castle, we didn’t expect you to actually come back. You helped us a lot this time, Islaen A few days ago, I was negotiating with the new lord of Rift Valley, Marwen Blackthorn. The gold brought by your elves prevents us from being constrained by the Blackthorn. If it weren’t for negotiating with Marwen, Islan would come and negotiate with him. See you."

"This is really good news." Zelin nodded.

"Oh, yes." Sairan jumped into the carriage in two steps and took out some things. "This is the calming scroll that Ganmal asked me to give you. It can be used to tame beasts. There are also some that Solina asked me to send. Dwarf crossbow bolt, she thinks you should use it."

"This gift is good, I will definitely accept it." Zelin accepted the Dawn Guard's gift. Solina's dwarf crossbow arrows are indeed harder than his arrows, and after treatment with Yanan's rune paper, they should be more powerful. As for the scroll used by Ganmal to tame beasts, maybe he can try it near Mahakam. Even if he can only tame beasts, he can also use it to try to win the support of the Druid settlement of Temalia. The druids outside of Gemma are taming wild wolves and pterodactyls to fight for them. Zelin has a good relationship with them, and they should be very interested in this kind of scroll.

The Dawn Guardian brought the things that Francesca needed. Zelin would take them to Helgen Fortress. Later, Francesca would send her most trusted elves to Mahakhan’s. Demon hunter castle came to take away these war beasts.

"Let's go to Helgen. Let's come together." Zelin invited the Dawn Guardian. "How long has it passed since we defeated Hakon? You must tell me that you have been rescued from wild vampires in the past six months. How many people are there."

"Strong wine." Durak's urn said in a deep voice.

"Of course, spirits." Zelin nodded to the orc, and then looked at Celan. "I remember you especially like sweet rolls? Let's go, go to Helgen, there must be these things there."

They stayed together in Helgen for a day, snow elf paladin Gleber also joined their party. Sairan invited Gleber to visit the Dawn Guard Castle when he was free. The blacksmith of the Dawn Guard wanted to learn about the elves. Arrow forging skills. In this regard, Greber agreed. There is an expert in the Dawn Guardian who studies dwarves. If you can know why the snow elves became what they are now, it would be an extremely valuable clue for saving their own race.

The Dawn Guardian wiped out a group of vampires in the mountains at the junction of the Rift Valley and Falkreath. With the help of Auriel's bow, those vampires could not fight back in front of the Dawn Guardian.

"Going back tomorrow?"

It was snowing again in Helgen, and Zelin couldn't help but miss it. When he first came to Helgen, it happened to encounter such wind and snow, which forced him to shelter from the wind and snow in a recessed rock. If it wasn't because of the snow, if it wasn't because of Zelin's plan to take advantage of the wind and snow to observe the life of the residents of this world outside Helgen, it is estimated that Gnaiya was crushed on the prison and pulled to Helgen a few days before he was beheaded. , He has already left here. Maybe they went to Ximu Town, maybe they went to Falkreath City, but they guessed it would be difficult for them to meet in Helgen.

"Do you have anything else?"

Standing in front of the gate of Helgen Fortress, Zelin asked Gnaiya.

Snow fell, and the long golden hair of Dragonborn was dotted with a little pale white. Gnaiya patted her hair, knocking down the snowflakes on it.

"I want to go back to Cyrodir."

"What's the matter?" Zelin raised his eyebrows. "Is there anything left in Cyrodir?" The demon hunter knew that Gneya sold Cyrodir's property after her parents died and returned to Skyrim to seek a new one. "And your relatives?"

"I think it should be gone." Gnaiya gave a wry smile and scratched the back of her head. "When I left Cyrodir, I thought that when I was successful in Skyrim, I would go back and take another look. Look at my old house and the graves of my parents in the public cemetery. I think I should be considered a success now, right?"

"If you can't talk about success, who can talk about success?"

"It just so happened that I learned from Professor Toldiv that Virginia was planning to go back to the imperial capital to visit her parents and brothers. I want to drop in with her." Gnaiya shook her fingers and counted the time. "It probably won't take long to go back and forth. After I come back, I will go directly to you through the portal. Maybe, at that time, the elves may have just finished talking about their business, and we can go back together."

"No problem." Zelin joked. "Maybe when you come back, the world war in my world is over."

"Hey, do you think I want to crawl back? How could it be so slow." Gnaiya rolled her eyes. "It must be fast, oh, yes, when we go back, you remember to take me to where you were. Take a look at other worlds. I heard that you went to a city full of towering castles and gears, like an open-air dwarf ruins? I must go and see if there are still people living in the dwarf ruins What will it look like."

She should be Yanan.

"No problem, when you come back, we can take a walk in other worlds. Of course, we can also travel to other places in Tamriel."

Today, Gnaiya has no burden, there is no disaster waiting for her to stop, there is no place for her to save, and there is no enemy who takes her as an enemy. She has become a real dragonborn, understands dragon roar and knows how to roar. In the past, the dragonborn were mostly emperors, not a warrior. The last dragonborn like her was Talos, the first emperor of the Septim dynasty. However, Gnaiya obviously has no ambitions like Talos, she is more like a person who likes to travel and adventure everywhere and enjoy the unknown pleasures.

"I don't want to be recognized as Dragonborn anymore." Gnaiya shrugged. "If anyone knows where I appear, who knows if a new chief veteran will come out."

"The chief veteran is dead."

According to the news they heard, a coup took place in the imperial capital, and a fierce conflict between the Senate and Emperor Maid. Perhaps it was precisely because of this that Ulfric chose to attack at this time. I hope this A coup in the imperial capital will weaken the imperial legion. However, the forces of General Turius apparently have not been affected much. As for the result of the coup, no one knows what happened in the Platinum Tower that night, but the next day, the imperial capital's army surrounded many elders' manors. Emperor Mede announced in the Platinum Tower that the patriarch status of those families was abolished and the empire began to be reorganized.

He also heard an interesting news that a certain sharp-eyed eagle was promoted to the next level because of his outstanding performance in the coup. In any case, his retirement plan may be temporarily postponed.

"I like adventure, but that doesn't mean I like conspiracy." Gnaiya shook her head.

"Don't worry, I will ask Francesca to help you get some illusion charms, so you don't have to think about being recognized."

"Well, this is also a good way."

Suddenly, Gnaiya had a mysterious smile on her face.

"Tonight, you and I have a good chat about how many interesting other worlds you have been to before we met."

"Tonight?"

"Of course, it happens that there are only two of us, we can talk for a long time, no one will bother us."

"Good idea."

Next to the Helgen Fortress under the wind and snow, under a tenaciously growing oak tree, a bunch of parasites were swaying slightly in the cold wind.

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ps: This paragraph will stop here for the time being. Next is the last volume of the original novel by the Demon Hunter-Fairy in the Lake

Chapter 960: Fairy in the Lake

There is no doubt that magic is attached to this lake.

The surface of the lake, which can't afford a single ripple, was glowing with a light blue like a flawless sapphire, and the reflection of the distant mountain peaks clearly reflected on the calm water. The lush forest by the lake adds a touch of pleasing green to this pale blue lake. It's so quiet here, anyone who steps into this place can't help but relax, for fear that any sound they make will disturb the peace of this place, whether it's a bird or a beast.

The knight was shocked by the scene before him.

He did not continue riding, but led the horse and walked on the gravel road by the lake. The horses snapped their noses uncomfortably, and the magic of this lake was astonishing. The knight came down from the hillside, his iron boots rattling on the cobblestones. The flowers and plants among the gravel seem to be more prosperous and vivid than other places.

This must be magic.

The knight took off his helmet, revealing the angular face under the helmet. There are traces of battle on his face, and the accumulation of time and effort makes the knight's eyes like a piece of polished glass, pure but not immature. He is a knight, with only a slight stubble left on his chin. He walked to the lake, his armor creaked, he took off his iron gloves, squatted down, held up the clear water in the lake, raised his head and drank it to relieve the fatigue caused by long-distance travel. The cool water of the lake nourished the fiery throat, and the knight couldn't help holding up a handful of lake water.

Suddenly, he heard singing.

After holding up the water for a while, the lake slipped away from the knight's fingers. He raised his ears and listened carefully to the strange noise from the other side of the lake. Soon, he realized that this was not an illusion. Qingyang's singing was touching the surface of the lake. It was so beautiful that it seemed to be intoxicated by the silent lake, and there were some waves on the surface.

In stories and legends, the singing of these girls is often proved to be the bait to lure the knight into the trap. But the knight is very young, curious, brave, and reckless. He has already gained fame, although most of his fame comes from another prestigious knight, his father. The knight's curiosity quickly overwhelmed his vigilance, and he stood up and led the horse to the place where the singing came from.