The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"What's the matter? You should go to the cathedral to train, it is very dangerous." The noise of the battle forced Lavilan to yell out so that others could hear him clearly. "That church won't be so vulnerable, we can at least avoid it."

The minister of priest took a deep breath, and then said with strength from the pain of the wound on his body. "I, I know a secret road... just below the cathedral, which leads directly to the valley. That secret road... only a few people know that when the church cleaned up the local cults ten years ago, we found it there ."

"Which way can everyone else escape safely?"

"Absolutely."

The priest nodded vigorously.

Lavilland thought for a while, raised his finger to a soldier wearing a turban not far away, that is the quartermaster of the Judgment Church, "Seren, you go to the cathedral immediately, follow the minister of priests, and lead the villagers inside. Escape from here."

"What about you?"

Lavilland drew the arrow from the quiver behind her back. After the enemy within the stone wall was driven away, she replaced it with a short bow that she picked up from the blacksmith's shop. She looked up at the battle outside the wall, and shook her head at the priest.

"We will stay and defeat the enemy completely!"

"We, how should we fight against such an enemy?"

"Trust us, we must have a way. Cole, you come to protect them, please."

"They feel terrified, they want to be guided, you can guide them, no one can approach them. We all believe that we can win." Cole murmured ethereally, and helped the seriously injured priest minister to the direction of the cathedral. .

Seeing that the other villagers were able to evacuate safely, Lavilan ran up the stone wall in two steps, bent his bow and set an arrow to aim at the enemy who might be drifting over on the snowy field outside. But the next moment, the crack mark on the arm suddenly burst out with dazzling electric light, and the light green electric light suddenly covered the entire arm. The severe pain from the heart-cutting bone made her subconsciously scream, and even made her eyes black. When she came back to her senses, she was already paralyzed on the ground, with a slight cold sweat on her forehead.

But when she was running outside the wall, she had no time to figure out what happened to the mark on her arm. She leaned on the stone wall battlement to stand, but the people running outside let her breathe a sigh of relief.

It was Cassandra who retreated first, and there were many soldiers behind, appearing from the pine forest.

"Laviland, open the door."

"Wait a minute, I am here!"

The figure of the Dashley elves disappeared behind the battlements, and Zelin and Marian began to walk towards the other side of the gate. They had to go around a half arc to pass. From time to time, meteorites smashed into Reclusive Town in the sky. Apostate Mages gathered on the square in front of the Reclusive Town Cathedral and used magic to shoot down the rocks that fell in mid-air. But after the floating ruins floated over the secluded town, it is estimated that even if the chief wizard led hundreds of wizards, it was impossible to crush such a huge fortress.

Lavilland ordered the soldiers to open the gate, and some of the wounded were transported to a safe place in the village. Cullen did not choose to let all the soldiers into the village, but let the Templars and some of the Judicial Order soldiers build a line of defense against the town, and the archers went to the stone wall behind to cover the allies.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" Cullen stood on the protruding boulders nearby and waved his sword to give orders to the others. Aidan, Morrigan, and others all evacuated safely. There is blood everywhere on their armor and clothes, but most of them are the blood of the enemy. As soon as he returned to the town, Varrick sought out Lavilan.

"Has Hawke come back?"

"No." Lavilland shook his head "I haven't heard anything from her."

Warrick stood at the city gate, looking anxiously at the distant hillside. The Red Crystal Legion had been killed over the mountains and plains, and finally, he sighed, the city gate slowly closed in front of him, and the snowy field disappeared in that gap.

On the other end of the hillside, Zelin and Marian stopped, the valley in front of them was already occupied by the Scarlet Crystal Legion. However, there are only two of them, and it is difficult for anyone to notice them on the huge battlefield.

"We need a way to ascend. No matter what, just throw us up. Corifias is controlling such a huge ruin. I think he is either casting his spell with all his strength or using some kind of artifact. If we can solve these floating islands floating above us, we can win."

Zelin lay behind the slope, looking at the red crystal soldiers on the snowy field ahead, and the floating island floating in the sky.

"How could we jump to such a high place." Marian lay next to him, looking up at the floating islands in the sky. "Let’s not say that we don’t even know where Corifias is, guarded by the gray robe. The rider's griffon suffered heavy losses during the fourth dry tide, and it has been extinct, and no one has set foot in the sky for hundreds of years."

After losing the assistance of the dragon, the battle of the Scarlet Crystal Legion on the ground has tended to decline. If it hadn't been for the appearance of Corifias, the Inquisition Order under the command of Cullen would have driven them out of the valley. There is one more important thing. Zelin is not sure whether the portal opened on the nearest night. One thing is certain, that is, time is running out.

Marianne is a mage, so she naturally has more say than Zelin if there are any spells that can make people fly. Hearing her words, the demon hunter couldn't help rubbing his forehead. Now that Francesca can't be reached, he must figure out a solution alone.

"Be careful!"

Suddenly, the whistling sound in his ear made Zelin lower his head subconsciously. A huge body carrying a howling gust of wind slammed heavily into the pine forest less than a hundred meters away from them. A giant dragon fell down and slid out dozens of meters on the snow without losing its momentum, knocking down how many pine trees in a row. There was so much snow that Zelin couldn't see which dragon fell. He could only see the pine trees that were constantly dumping on the snow mist.

He and Marian glanced at each other, and immediately moved cautiously in the direction where the dragon fell.

If it was a red crystal dragon, a dragon that fell to the ground with an injury would probably not be their opponent. This is the opportunity to completely solve the dragon. In any case, it is a good thing to be able to cause losses to the ancients.

But when they passed, they found that there was no dragon in the snow mist.

The body of the dragon was huge, even if the sight was blocked by the snow, the demon hunter believed that his eyes would definitely be able to see the huge shadow. They held their swords and watched the vicinity carefully to prevent the dragon's blood basin and big mouth and sharp claws from suddenly appearing in the white snow dust.

Only in the end, what they found was not the figure of a giant dragon, but the voice of an elderly woman.

"Yeah, there are still people who know to respect an old man and know to come and take a look, unlike my daughter."

The rising snow gradually fell. An old woman with white hair on her forehead and sideburns and many wrinkles appeared in front of them. At the moment she appeared, Marianne opened her mouth in shock and screamed subconsciously.

"Flemas?!"

The first thousand and fifty-seven chapters: a deal

"Oh, girl, we still have a chance."

The old woman Marian called Flemas came over, but when she came over, Zelin found that her age was difficult to define. Her temples and wrinkles on her forehead indicated that she was at least sixty years old and her voice looked old and strong, but Flemas looked like a young man in shape and spirit. There are some bruises on her body, but it is not a major problem. In addition to the dragon-like forehead, Flemas's clothes style is a style that a demon hunter has never seen before. It is decorated with patterns that Zelin doesn't understand what it means, which has a sense of history.

"How long was the last time we met, eight years ago? It's really interesting. I saw something happened here. I came here to take a look. Not only did I find a certain relative in the past, but I saved it once and then killed it. The one who lost me, and you, the refugee from Lorzerin."

"I never thought it would be you."

Flemas came slowly, and Marian took a step back subconsciously.

"Time flies, I still remember the first time we met was north of Osgart, and your family ran away from the Darkborn."

Flemas's words were very relaxed, but Zelin couldn't hear much sympathy, maybe they just knew each other.

"Can you help us again? Just carry us to the floating island. It doesn't need much, just flap the wings twice."

Marianne turned her head and explained to Zelin.

"Ten years ago, when my family and I escaped from the Darkborn Army, she rescued us from the Darkborn Group and turned into a dragon to carry us to the northernmost ferry in Ferrelldon, so that we could Find a boat to cross the terrifying sea and have a chance to escape to Kirkwall. She is a wilderness witch."

"It was because I needed someone to bring my things to the wild elves tribe near Kirkwall. You are a qualified messenger, although two years later than I expected." Flemas pinched Waist, turned his head slightly, and after looking up and down the demon hunter, he set his eyes on Marianne again.

"Tell me, this time, what price you are willing to pay."

Marianne stretched out her hands, "Same as last time, get us up, as you ask."

Not far away, the Scarlet Crystal Legion and the Judgment Cult once again slammed together. The sound of fighting, the clashing of weapons, the shouting, and the sound of falling rocks, the floating islands are getting closer and closer to the sky above the secluded town. More and more rubble fell to the battlefield below under the control of Corifias. The mages had to choose more possible support for the soldiers who were fighting. Several stones hit the cathedral in the secluded town. The corner of the strong church fell apart under the heavy blow, and the broken rocks smashed into the nearby burnt ruins. , Splashing a large swath of sparks.

Flemas shook his head slightly, turned around, turned his back to them and walked to the other side "But you are of little value to me now."

"Wait...!"

"But he's different." Flemas suddenly turned around, stretched out his slender fingers covered with arthropod metal gloves, and pointed to the demon hunter who was standing aside and looking at them. The wilderness witch looked at Zelin with slender yellow eyes like a dragon, "You have some interesting secrets, right?"

"What do you want to say?"

The demon hunter looked at the person in front of him slightly. He didn't know who the wilderness witch in front of him was, but one thing was certain, she was definitely not an ordinary spellcaster or an ordinary dragon. There is no doubt that the flying red dragon is her. But the feeling she gave Zelin was not much better than that of the ancients.

"Why be so nervous, young man, are you still worried about the gossip of an old lady?" Flemas chuckled a few times, and she stroked her sharp chin lightly and thought a little. "I will give you a talisman. I ask you to keep it with you until you leave here."