The Journey of the Demon Hunter

ps: I drew it directly according to the original description. After all, it is the last volume of the Demon Hunter. There are many characters on the scene, so there will be many pictures. Most of the characters in the Gwent card are fictional characters. When the story of the game is written, the chances of matching pictures are probably not much.

Chapter 968: Deal and Destiny

"After all, I am a businessman." Gunter Odim put his finger on the silver soup spoon on the side table and picked up the spoon, as if suddenly became interested in the spoon. "Whatever people need, I will sell it. And get a little reward from it."

"Your rhetoric is not valid for me, devil." Wigwarts pinched a small test tube with **** in his left hand. The lavender magic potion inside was bubbling. "I know who you are, no matter you plan to give it to me. Whatever, I will get it in my own way."

"Why reject it in a hurry." Gunter Odim's mouth curled up slightly. "I think you have reached the point of exhaustion, but you think you are on the way to success. I call this, the asymmetry of information. I am. Understand the information you don’t know and can make judgments from it, but you know very little, so it makes you misjudgment that you don’t need help."

"The common technique of the devil." Wigwarts turned around and put down the test tube in his hand. "What power can you give me? What power do I lack? I am imprisoned in this world, I am imprisoned in time The blood of the elder will give me what I want, allowing me to break through the two chains that restrict me at the last level, and the power of prophecy can make me a higher level existence. At that time, I still need your power Come against the enemy? You are wrong, devil, take your alms and traps to other places."

Gunter Odim shook his head slightly and turned to the wooden door of the castle hall. "I thought you would need Jan Becker's little spell, or Stamford's famous spell. Now it seems that you know a lot of spells, my product Doesn't appeal to you much."

"You know Jan Becker?"

Wigwarts' eyes narrowed slightly.

Jan Becker is the first sorcerer in human history, one of the first humans to come to this land through the celestial spheres, and the first sorcerer of the source of magic. He founded the prototype of the sorcerer order in Millser. . Rumor has it that Jan Becker has seen Zoran Akh Tela, the **** of omens, because there is an altar of the **** of omens in Milser that is so old that it was built at an unknown time. Becker has many powerful spells, but most of them were lost during the Warlock Civil War. As for the whereabouts of Becker himself, it also disappeared in that cruel magic war.

"We are still talking about some more meaningful things, such as the exact details of the transaction." Gunter Odim turned around, he held the silver soup spoon, lightly squeezed it, the spoon began to bend from the middle "I will Give you the spells you need, and I want your favor, you must do something for me, otherwise your soul will belong to me."

"Your conditions are too harsh." Wigwarts' artificial false eyes turned around a few times. "No, I will not agree to your conditions now. When I have the power of time and space, I will go back to the past and watch. At a glance, what kind of power Jan Becker got."

"You still have time." Gunter Odim let go of his hand holding the silver spoon, and the spoon gradually returned to its straight appearance. "I will show up when you need it more, and I will give you time to think about it. "

Suddenly, it disappeared again, as if it suddenly appeared. In the calm hall, there was only the grunt of cooking magic potion.

The sky outside the castle window gradually became gloomy, and it didn't take long for the wind and snow to roar, and the heavy snow that should have already receded returned again. Farmers in the fields fled home one after another. On the streets of the town, they hurried to their homes. The vendors hurriedly covered the goods on the stalls with oilcloth, complaining about the volatile weather. At the same time, he was worried whether this sudden blizzard would continue forever.

War, abnormal weather, terrible omen of disaster.

This blizzard hit most of the south, even the southernmost land of the empire.

"Geralt, you can't go on the road now, only God knows when this **** snowstorm will end." Dandrien took off the hat decorated with swan feathers and patted the snow on it. "You stay in Bowkerland for a while. Time, at least until the wind and snow stop. Anna will entertain you, and you can wait until the weather is warm before looking for Xili."

Dandrien will stay in Tousent to accompany Duchess Anna. The poet can't fight, and going to Wigwarts' hideout is tantamount to death. He has prepared horses and all the things that may be needed on the road for this group of people. Air-dried food, leather clothes, horses and harnesses, and a lot of francs that should be used on the road. But no matter how thorough preparations are, they cannot deal with a sudden blizzard.

"Yes, demon hunter, we should stay in the warm castle for a few more days." They were rescued from the gang and joined the search for Xili squad Angulan echoed, "Auntie, don't you persuade him We will be buried by the snow."

"Don't call me auntie!" Milva shook her fist. Then, the huntress looked at Geralt. "Dandrian is right. The snow is too big for us to see the way. And your friends also It’s impossible to come over so quickly. We should wait for him in Towson, instead of rushing to the road when the mountains are covered by snow."

"Geralt, when I was a soldier, my chief would never order us to march in such bad weather." Cahill on the side also persuaded "This snow will soon be on the mountain roads." There was a pile of snow, and our horses could not cross the foothills south of Towson. I didn't want to go to Martina on two legs. Before we saw the enemy, we were exhausted."

On the side, only Regis remained silent.

Geralt watched the increasingly violent wind and snow, and anyone could feel the anxiety in the eyes of the demon hunter. They spent two months in Towson, and finally found a clue where Wigwarts was hiding. Now, when the weather gets warmer and the snow melts, there is a blizzard just not far from Bakerland. It's as if something is blocking them from moving forward.

"Geralt." Regis took two steps forward, looking at the foothills in the distance that was gradually whitened by the wind and snow. "Why are you so impatient?"

"I had a dream." Geralt rubbed his forehead. "I dreamed of Hilly. She needed help. She was being imprisoned in a place. I was worried that Wigwarts would find her. Found Xili."

Regis was silent for a while.

"Destiny." The high vampire looked to the plain to the west. "Destiny is always peculiar. We can go west, enter the plains of Sintra, and then go south to reach Martina. Snow can block mountain roads, but Can't flood the plain."

"Good idea, Regis." Jello nodded and looked at the other companions. "Let's set off and go west. This way we can avoid the mountain road."

So the group turned to the west, and Dandrien rode them to the border of Bowkland, watching them leave Tousent and head to Wigwarts' lair.

"Did your dream tell you where Hiri was imprisoned?" Regis asked Geralt on the way, "In a castle? Or a cave?"

Geralt thought for a while, then shook his head, "Neither, it's by... a lake."

Chapter 969 The Prisoner and the Jailer

A lake.

The sultry afternoon fell in the forest by the lake, and the slightly sultry wind blew the grass by the lake, like a hand waving a baton, making them dump neatly and uniformly. Sunlight was reflected on the lake surface, and several unknown fish jumped up from the water surface, and then fell back into the water with a thumping sound, causing some waves to appear in the reflection of the tower reflecting on the lake surface.

There was a rush of horse hooves from far to near, and the black horse's hooves stepped on the pebbles by the lake, splashing waves of ripples. Hiri pulled the reins abruptly, and the Kelpies let out a hurried cry. Hiri tightened his legs on the horse's back so that he could sit firmly on the saddle when the dark horse was about to stand upright.

"Good riding skills." A blonde elf appeared from the shadow of the arcade of the tower by the lake. "A wonderful performance, Loc’hlaith."

Looking at the blonde elf that appeared, Xili's eyes flashed with anger. She has studied Elvish of Ain Sidi, although this is not the language of Ain Sidi, but the general meaning is almost the same.

"I'm not a fairy in the lake! I'm under house arrest by you!" She got off her horse and threw the rein to a servant. "Please help me scrub the horse. It needs some cold water and grass fodder."

The human servant lowered his head and took the reins. Xili saw only humans and elves here, there were only a few humans, and they seemed to be the lowest servants. Do the hardest jobs that even the elves are unwilling to do, such as serving this Xili who is under house arrest here.

In order to avoid wild hunting, Xili broke into the Swift Tower. She thought she could find her way back as soon as possible. The other end of the Swift Tower was probably the same as the opposite of the Seagull Tower, in a barren ruin. But soon, she realized that she was wrong. Not only was it not deserted, but there were traces of civilization everywhere. She came to another world, another planet, a world ruled by elves.

Then Xili found that she was imprisoned by invisible magic. On this grassland with high towers, no matter where she headed, after a day of running, she would always return to the same position --- Swift Tower Under. And the gate of that tower was closed, and she couldn't even go back the same way.

The blonde elf smiled.

"Your appearance, your personality is very similar to your ancestors, really. You surprised me, Loc’hlaith, after so long, the blood is as powerful as it was at the beginning."

"And you are like dealing with a silly kid! You won't even tell me who you are." Xili looked at the blue eyes of the blonde elf angrily.

"This is my mistake." The elf made an apologetic gesture. "My name is Crevan Espane Apo Kaomhan Maha. I am an AenSaevherne, a well-known man, a sage, but You can call me a more popular name——-Avalak."

"So you locked me here with magic? You are their leader?" Xili pinched his waist. "Why wouldn't you let me go? How long has this passed?! I have to go back."

"It's only eight days, Javier." Avalak said calmly, "You are Laura Doren's daughter, but you are not connected to her, your thinking has long turned into a human appearance. Eight days, eight months? What's the point of this."

"I'm not some Laura Doren's daughter!" Ciri argued loudly, "My father is Donny, and my mother is Paveta. I don't even know who you are talking about Laura!"

Hearing Xili's argument, Avalak's expression changed imperceptibly, sad? sad? Still missing? The training Xili received made her aware of this subtle change, and she couldn't help lowering her voice.

"I have to leave. There are still people waiting for me in my world. I don't want to know what the name of this planet is, how many unknown constellations there are in the sky, or why the unicorn lives here, let alone know. Why are there two suns in the sky. I just want to go home, to the group of people I know, to the group of people who think like me. Tell me, how are you willing to let me go?"

"We will not do anything wrong with you, even if you don't know who Laura is." Avalak took a deep breath. "You will be well taken care of, even if you are on the first day. It smashed many artworks created by artists hundreds of years ago, and wounded two elves."

"I'm sorry." Hiri turned his head. "I was dazzled by anger. They understood what I was saying, but they pretended not to understand and humiliated me."

"Your Elvish language is very good, but you are talking about henllinge, and we are talking about ellylon. The difference between the two is not big, but there is still a gap."

"I didn't hear any difference in your words."

"Because I am also using henllinge, the language of the Elves of the Ain Xidi in your world is talking to you." Avalak smiled slightly "and our request is simple, let the blood stolen from us by humans return back." ."

"What?" An ominous premonition flashed in Xili's heart.

"All we need is you, Javier." Avalak said solemnly. "We want you, Javier, to give birth to a child. As long as you can give birth to a child, we will let you go immediately, and You are safely sent to any world and any place you want to go. The right to choose is in your hands, Javier. We respect your choice, but we must take certain measures. You will find this place yourself. There is no escape."

"You are blackmail!"

"The flow of time here is different from other places. If you agree to our request, we will repay the time you lost here, and we will send you back to your world. You should return to the time, and compensate you for The time wasted by the people of alder together."