The Journey of the Demon Hunter

He has only one purpose, and that is to kill Zelin, even if his soul will be completely wiped out, even if it is to lose the last trace of soul.

No one can beat him in swordsmanship, no one!

One move, one move.

There is no need for a second sword in this duel, no second second.

With the silver blade and the dim ghost fire, like two lightning bolts colliding together, Burhart still kept the posture of piercing the blade into the front of the demon hunter’s neck, and Zelin still kept piercing the silver sword. Wearing the head of the bounty hunter, the point of their sword is less than a finger's distance from the enemy's body.

But the outcome has been divided.

"This is impossible..." The wounded soul began to disintegrate with the forehead as the center, and Burhart murmured "This is impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible." The broken rune on the silver sword gleamed in the moonlight, and the wind of the sword had penetrated Burhart's soul. "You lost, Berhart," Zelin said fiercely, unlike his usual gentleness. "You lost to me again, Berhart, in terms of swordsmanship, you are just a meaningless waste! Now, with this failure, go to death!"

Zelin swung the sword again, without a trace of hesitation, without a trace of pity, the silver sword shone coldly, and slashed Berhart's soul all the way from the left side of his head to the right side of the waist. Berhart's soul screamed. He wanted to grasp his body that was breaking and disintegrating along the sword mark, but it was in vain. Light burst from under the shattered shell, and the screams of the evil spirits were no longer close to the human voice. The demon hunter looked at the shattered soul, and only anger was left in his bloodshot eyes. When Berhart appeared, the nearby battle seemed to be no longer so important, and the Griffin badge appeared in front of his eyes. A scene that he hides deep in his memory and never wants to remember.

The anger gradually turned into indifference. In the end, the evil spirit exploded in front of Zelin, and the ashes disappeared.

The first thousand three hundred and ninety-three chapters of the old legend

Eredin was able to deal with Geralt's onslaught with ease, and Geralt's swordsmanship was mixed with a trace of anxiety, becoming fierce but chaotic. Ye Naifah was close at hand, but he couldn't get close.

The Dragonborn was about to rush up, but Zelin held his shoulders.

Zelin looked at the burning tree trunk and gave the Dragonborn a look. If it were an ordinary oak tree, it would have been dumped and destroyed in this fire. This huge tree supported it, but it couldn't last too long. The shells of the hand cannon were deeply embedded in the unburnt tree trunks, and cracks spreading several meters in the vicinity, sparks sprang from it from time to time. Zelin and Geralt can attract Eredin's attention, and the Dragonborn can take the opportunity to rescue Ye Naifa. The battle didn't dazzle his head, he still remembered what the goal of the battle was.

Rescue people as soon as possible so that they can let go to deal with wild hunting.

Gnaiya looked at the figure hanging from the tree and nodded intently. She squatted down and quietly walked around behind the hanged ghost tree.

Zelin raised his hand, and the Yaden Fayin mobile turret covered him. The demon hunter rolled forward, and the sword edge took Eridin's side from bottom to top.

The sword swept towards Eredin's bottom plate, and Geralt stabbed Eredin's abdomen at the same time. Eredin swung his sword and bounced off the Griffin silver sword. Geralt's long sword came back feathered on the heavy armor, and the crisp sound of collision echoed under the fire of the hanged ghost tree. Zelin jumped up, turned around, and the light of Arden's Fayin shrouded Eridin's body. Geralt played a sword again, flicking and slashing at Eridin's skull helmet twice in a row.

The light of the seal flashed, and the frost immediately wiped it out. Eredin swung his sword. His sword skills were far inferior to the demon hunter, and even worse than the threat posed by Berhart. Zelin seized the opportunity to be on his body. I drew several swords, but the blade of the sword was like a dash through the air, and there was no sensation of the slashing entity in my hand. But facing Eredin’s blade, Zelin had to choose to dodge. The metallic long sword was covered with ice, and the sword slashed heavily at the place where Zelin stood before, leaving a trail on the ground. Deeply imprinted.

Zelin turned around, lowered his body, and quickly swung a sword. The effect of this blow was as he expected, hitting Eredin's iron arm guard, and it was on the guard as he did in the past. Passing through, leaving no trace. Geralt tried to rush through Eredin, the flames had already started to burn Ye Naifa, and the latter's throat let out a weak moan. She should be thankful that she was not wearing a more flammable dress at this time. But Eredin’s figure was as illusory as a ghost. He threw away Zelin and turned to deal with Geralt. Zelin raised his hand to Ai Ruedin’s back and drew out the rune of Arden’s Seal, but the magic trap But can't trap wild hunting.

After hanging the ghost tree, there was a scream, and a dark portal suddenly appeared at the feet of the dragonborn. Gnaiya, who knew nothing about magic, didn't notice anything, and she fell into it all of a sudden.

"You think I don't know anything about the situation here?"

Eredin raised the sword, and the electric light gathered on the sword, dazzling and pure white light. He slashed fiercely, and Geralt had to choose to roll back and dodge, the sword light split into three, like a huge claw ploughing the ground, leaving three dark gullies on the ground.

There was a cat and mouse smile on Eredin's face. This was not a reciprocal battle, and Zelin quickly realized this. A ghost, Eredin couldn't leave the place near the hanged ghost tree, but here, their attacks couldn't hit him at all. Zelin felt the power from the blade. This power was obviously inconsistent with the size of the king of wild hunt, like a young man who had just grown up, swinging a wooden stick to attack the scarecrow. The Silver Sword did cause some damage to Eredin, making his figure thinner, but their primary goal was not to kill the King of Wild Hunt. They had wasted too much time.

"Thief, thief, what a human description."

"Where did you teleport her to?!"

"Who knows?" Eredin opened his hand. "Maybe it's the top of a snow-covered mountain, maybe it's trying to swim out of a shipwreck under the sea, maybe it's in the grass more than ten meters away, or in a different world you've never seen before."

On the Ponta River in the distance, another portal suddenly opened, and the Dragonborn screamed and fell into the river, splashing huge water splashes. She poured into several mouthfuls of cold river water, and she forcibly suppressed the urge to cough. The river was so muddy that she couldn't open her eyes because of the pain. She could only hold her breath and relied on her sense of direction to swim towards the surface with all her strength. About less than ten seconds later, the oncoming cold air made her gasp. She emerged from the water, floated on the water, and coughed fiercely.

Gnaiya rubbed her eyes. She never thought that the portal would appear directly at her feet. Her head was still buzzing, as if she was drunk and had seasickness. She shook her head, and her wet blond hair became much dull and stuck to her forehead. The dragon descended his hair and swam towards the river.

The flames near the tree of the hanged ghost in the distance have been extinguished a lot, leaving only the thick smoke that skyrocketed. Gnaiya climbed onto the shore, enduring the nausea from her stomach, and wanted to see the tree of the hanged ghost. The fighting situation on the side, but the dense smoke obscured her sight, and she couldn't see anything.

"Damn it!"

Gnaiya stamped her feet severely, pulled open the collar on her chest, stretched out her hand to pull out a still swaying fish, and flung it back. The river fish drew an arc and fell into the water. Disappeared under the water. Then she took out the pendant hanging on her chest, and the magic of the elves radiated from the pendant, quickly dispelling the uncomfortable nausea and dizziness, but the price was that she vomited out the river water that had poured into her stomach. This magical talisman seemed to be effective the moment she fell into the portal, causing her to be spit out by the portal halfway, instead of sliding all the way to the abyss along the portal that didn't know where to lead.

One of Longyi's sword sank into the water. She looked at the remaining sword in her hand, and began to look around for horses. It was too slow to be able to carry her over, running on two legs alone. She must go back as soon as possible, maybe she can still find a chance to sneak attack on the enemy, the enemy who used the portal trap on her would not expect her to reappear in a short time.

She saw a horse with the reins tied to a nearby locust tree, but at this moment, she suddenly noticed a figure fighting a lone wild hunter. Vesemir was wielding a sword to fight a wild hunting warrior, but at this time, an underground ghost rose from the soil and appeared just behind Vesemir.

The condensed arms of the dead soul hugged the old hunter from behind and fixed his arms. The wild hunter seized the opportunity to aim the mace at his head and smashed his head while Wismir was unable to swing his sword.

The Dragonborn opened her mouth, and the whirlwind energy of the dragon's roar had already rushed to her mouth, but the next scene caused her to swallow the roar immediately.

I saw Vesemir's left hand concealing underneath and scribbled out the rune of Alderfa's seal, and the sudden burst of air rushed directly to the mace that was swung by the wild hunt, just hitting the head of the mace. This blow caught Wild Hunt by surprise, the hammer head collided with the power of the French Seal, and was bounced back, hitting the Wild Hunt warrior's own face. With a bang, the skull helmet of Wild Hunt sank, and it staggered back a few steps. Vesemir broke away from the demon spirit behind him, smashed the demon spirit with a sword, and then backhanded the demon still in dizziness. The wild hunter split into two.

"Hey! Why are you here?"

The Dragonborn walked towards Vesemir. She didn't know Vesemir, but on the boat that came here, she knew that this was one of the demon hunters who came to help. Hearing the voice of the dragonborn, Vesemir looked vigilantly in the direction of the sound, then dropped his shoulders and lowered the tip of the sword he was holding. They have seen it on the boat.

"You happened to be here, little girl, come and do a favor by dragging this carriage out of the swamp."

Following the direction Vesemir pointed out, Gnaiya noticed that there was a swamp behind the old demon hunter. A carriage was tilted and sunk in the swamp. The wooden wheel on one side had completely disappeared into the quagmire, leaving only The side exposed on the other side was painted with white paint with the words McKay and Kenny Trading Company, and the neatly chopped reins in front of the carriage swayed slightly in the wind. Gnaiya speculated that this must be a merchant passing by Willen, but his carriage got stuck here, so that he could only cut off the reins of the horse and abandon the carriage. It won't be long, the cross-section of the rein is still brand new, and it hasn't darkened with the years.

"What is this?"

"We have horses, and now we have carriages." Vesemir walked to the edge of the swamp, carefully testing the dirt under his feet. "Did you see the smoke over there? The smoke can cover us, and the monster’s attention will be drawn to other people. According to my past experience of saving people, the best way is to attract the attention of the kidnappers by a group of people. Another group of people tried to approach quickly from behind, then rescued the hostages before the kidnappers reacted, and quickly escaped. Generally speaking, you should drive a carriage to do this, especially when the hostage’s body is weak and cannot be on horseback. When you clamp your legs. A carriage can keep you from throwing hostages out on the run. We are here to save people. There is no need to fight this endless group of demon spirits."

With that, Vesemir drew the broken hemp rope on the carriage. "Come here and help. I'm almost pulling it out."

Longyi hurriedly ran over, grabbed another twine, and the two dragged hard. In the end, the carriage emerged little by little from the swamp, and at the same time there was a disgusting stench and a mummy below. The corpse's arm gripped the wagon wheel tightly, and it took Vesemir a lot of work to remove the arm from the wheel.

"It's another misfortune." The old demon hunter said in a low voice. "No one can help him when he is killed. Okay, little girl, don’t look at it, bring the horses quickly, you know where they are. We can’t help people who have died, but we can help people who are in need. People who help."

Chapter 1394: Speed ​​and Passion

Zelin held the sword and stared at the King of Wild Hunt under the burning oak tree. The sound of fighting outside suddenly calmed down. Zelin listened attentively to the sound outside the wall of fire, and soon he knew the answer.

One figure after another jumped over the flames and appeared under the tree of hanged ghosts. Reso, Oakes, Cerret, Aiden, Gaitan, Eskell, Lambert, Gerd, George, Rennes, each of them is more or less wounded, but in the potion Under the stimulus, they were full of energy, and they did not see the fatigue after the battle. Renn was hurt the most. One of his arms was weakly slumped, and blood soaked through his sleeves, but there was no pain on Ren's face, and his right hand holding the sword was trembling. He looked at the madness that was gradually surrounded by them. The King of Hunter is as nervous and excited as a soldier on the battlefield suddenly realized that he was about to catch the enemy leader.

"It's over, Eredin."

Zelin looked at Eredin, whose figure had already dimmed a little. Under the siege of the demon hunter, he had already suffered many swords on his body. In the past, Zelin would definitely not be able to defeat so many wild hunters and walked in front of the king of wild hunters, but now, he has so many helpers, so many powers from another world. Eredin's skeleton figure has gradually dimmed, and the demon hunters who have killed the wall of fire gradually surrounded the hanged ghost tree. Ye Naifah was choking and coughing on the branch. It only takes one time. The next time they attack, they will completely end the battle here! Eredin can block one demon hunter and two demon hunters, but he can't block so many people at the same time.

Virginia also appeared beside Zelin. The mage girl has put away the ghost horse, and Avak's skull is hidden in the robe, propped up on the left side of her waist. The exhaustion could not be concealed on her face, soot was stained on her cheek, and there was a scratch on her forehead. She seemed to fall unsteadily on the ground. Even now, she was able to stand firm by leaning on Zelin almost entirely. Zelin could feel that her body was still trembling slightly, and in the environment where there was no magic energy to absorb the recovery, the continuous high-intensity battle casting almost exhausted her energy. What's more, riding is not Virginia's specialty. He can already imagine the appearance of the Magi girl falling to the ground with her legs limp when she rolls over and dismounts.

Looking at Zelin's concerned eyes, Virginia gave him a okay smile.

The cloth bag originally hung around his waist for holding magic potions was empty, but at this time, Virginia stayed next to Zelin. She has lost her magic power, and no one knows how many monsters are summoned and awakened in this wilderness. Zelin would not rest assured that Virginia would be left alone.

"It's not over yet!"

Eredin stretched out her hand again, and the emerald green mist emerged. Six night demon spirits floated in front of everyone in the form of six-pointed stars. They uttered disgusting long tongues and screamed.

The voice of the King of Wild Hunt was stained with pride. "Come on, come on, this battle is not over yet. Come on, the person you want to save is about to be burned to death, and the female warlock is about to be burned to death on the wood, just like you humans often do. That way, burn and hang the wise woman. Come on, your time is running out."

An angry roar from Geralt's throat, the Moon Dust bomb dropped out, and the eruption of dust glowed with silver light in the moonlight, covering the demon spirit with its teeth and claws in front of him, like a big net rushing toward the face, making it difficult for the monsters. Disappeared in front of everyone. Geralt slammed a sword hard and hit the demon spirit's head. The demon spirit screamed back and hovered in mid-air. Lambert and Eskel jumped to a night demon spirit at the same time, and Serrit rushed to the hanged ghost tree. A demon spirit tried to block him, but Aiden blocked his way. A demon spirit trying to attack Serrit was entangled by Ochs, and the poisonous snake silver sword slashed the enemy fiercely, and then jumped to avoid the distance before the demon spirit counterattacked. George stopped the last demon spirit, and the Arden trap tightly trapped the demon spirit's body, making it immobile.

Resso and Zelin jumped to Eredin from left to right. Gaitan used the sword as a spear and pierced it toward Eredin's chest. After being blocked, he immediately retreated, looking for new opportunities. Compared with the demon hunter who rushed up with the Kunen's seal, the cat school had only that thin piece of cloth armor. Zelin aimed at Eredin's head and swung a sword fiercely, while Reso rolled on the ground, two daggers attacking Eredin's bottom plate. Eredin wielded the sword freely, he just bounced off Zelin's silver sword, but ignored Lei Suo's double snake swords. Zelin was not surprised by this. As expected, the two swords swept across the air like Erudin's body.

"Go away! You **** monster!"