The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Geralt found the opportunity, and the silver sword struck down to split the demon spirit into two. The demon spirit screamed and dissipated at night, and Geralt rushed over, but was blocked by a new demon spirit.

"On this land, all resentful spirits full of hatred will become my fighters."

No one knows how many people in Willen died in this land with unwillingness and resentment. The tree of hanging ghosts seems to be a gathering spot to attract monsters and ghosts, such as a magnet that attracts iron filings, and a demon hunter kills. Dead demon spirits, new demon spirits will appear near the roots of the tree, and pounce at the enemy in front of them.

At this time, the ancient oak tree finally made an overwhelmed sound, and began to dump the whole thing, followed by Ye Naifa's scream. He saw Geralt rushing to the hanged ghost tree, and he didn't seem to care what harm the night demon in front of him would do to him. Eskell tried to reach out and grab Geralt, but his arm caught nothing. Gerd's eyes widened, shock and anger converging on that flushed face. Aiden didn't notice the huge tree that was being dumped, but still fixed his eyes on the demon spirit enemy, preparing to launch a new attack again. In all these sounds, Zelin also heard another strange noise.

There was a deep and crisp sound.

"Get out! Get out!"

The first to break through the black smoke were two neighing horses that were whip-pickled, and then Vesemir driving the car. The old hunter held the rein in one hand and the whip in the other. The back was covered with black mud and exuding something The wagon with decaying temperatures. Gnaiya was standing in the carriage, holding the guardrail in front with both hands, and stretched out her head to stare at the trees that were dumping in the flames. The eyes of the two horses opened wide, as if they were about to pop out of their eye sockets. Like a crazy chariot, the smoke rushed straight out, rushing past the demon hunters who were fighting, past the unreacted demon spirits, and past Eredin who was still entangled with two demon hunters.

"Tiid!"

She didn't yell out three dragon words, she didn't have time. And time slowed down before Gnaiya's eyes.

Ye Naifah fell with the flames, the sorcerer closed her eyes, like a falling nightingale. The rage in Geralt's eyes was facing the demon spirit who waved his claws. Aiden, who pierced the enemy, finally noticed the scene in front of him, showing an unbelievable look. The axe in Gerd's hand had already dropped out, aiming at the hemp rope that bound Yenifah, but it was too late, the rope broke under the flame, and the remaining section still carried the flame and fell into the sea of ​​fire with the female warlock. The horses screamed in horror under the flames, resisting. Vesemir pulled the reins hard to steer the carriage to avoid hitting the burning tree trunk that was about to fall across the road, the kind face twisted together with tension.

Gnaiya stepped on the edge of the carriage with one foot and stretched out her hands to catch the falling shadow. She felt a heavy feeling in her arm, and then the Dragonborn retracted her arm, grabbed the warlock's clothes and waist and pulled her into the carriage.

"I caught you!"

The effect of the dragon's roar disappeared, the horses neighed, and the quiet noise flooded into Gnaiya's ears. Gerd's throwing axe slashed across the hanged ghost tree, turning in mid-air and hitting the scorched oak tree on the side of the road behind. Geralt was hit hard, he staggered, but Gaitan caught him and pulled him out of the range of the demon spirit's next attack. Eskell yelled, and he saw blood oozing from Geralt's ears and eyes. Vesemir tensed the reins abruptly, and the carriage almost made a circle on the ground, making two arc-shaped ruts. At this time, Gnaiya was about to be thrown out. She and Ye Naifah in her arms crashed into the railing of the carriage and fell off again.

In the end, the carriage stopped less than one meter from the burning tree of the dead ghost. All this happened so quickly that many people did not realize what was happening for the first time. Zelin believed that this was not a plan they had planned in advance, but seeing the figure of the Dragonborn made him secretly relieved. Eredin wanted to rush to take back Ye Naifah, but was blocked by Zelin and Resso. He turned around and found Geralt and Eskell standing behind him.

"How about now, King of Wild Hunt?" Zelin smiled. "Is it over?"

"As a group of mutants, I must admit that your performance exceeded my expectations." Eredin's expression is still relaxed, as if he is not being surrounded now, but watching an interesting drama. "But as a group of mutants, you made a serious mistake. Maybe you are well-informed and can have power beyond the world's knowledge to help you." Eredin's scarlet eyes looked at Zelin Zelin. "Knowing yourself and the enemy, a hundred battles will never end. But you don't know anything about us, Demon Hunter."

Eredin raised the sword abruptly, the tip of the sword pointed at the sky. Five swords slashed at him at the same time, but they couldn't interrupt his movements. If it weren't for the figure of the King of Wild Hunt swaying slightly, Zelin wasn't even sure if it caused him any harm.

"Be careful!" This was George's warning.

In the wilderness outside the hanged ghost tree, countless magical lights lit up, and the dazzling brilliance almost reflected the entire wilderness like daylight. Under this light, the silhouettes of wild hunters appeared in front of everyone again. George held the sword and looked at the scene before him. Together with the other demon hunters, he gradually retreated in the direction of the hanged ghost tree.

"Damn, we are surrounded!"

Chapter 1395: Wild Hunting Army

The Blue Mountains, where the white boats are hidden, is one of the oldest palaces in the world.

Walking here, Francesca rubbed the ring on her thumb subconsciously. The style here is very familiar to her. Everything is decorated in the style of elf, but it is so unfamiliar. In this world, she is almost invisible. To the existence of similar styles, except for the Blue Mountains and parts of Baihua Valley, this makes the Blue Mountains look out of place with this world.

She is a great mage, and everyone seems to think that she is the highest-ranking person among Ain Sidi today, even more so after the establishment of Dole Bretanna, but in fact, this is only because of Aida Ai Min's seclusion, few people know the existence of this blue mountain sage.

The marble building is decorated with unique elf-style murals. The carved stone patterns and vines are coiled together, making it difficult to tell whether it is an ornament or a real plant. Francesca was pacing in the deserted corridor, and the characters in the paintings on both sides were lifelike. They either raised their chests and looked up to the sky, or bowed their heads and closed their eyes, stroking the strings. Or meditating among the mountains of books, looking up under the stars, bending a bow on horseback and shooting arrows, with sharp eyes aiming at prey in nowhere. The painter of this picture used a very clever technique. No matter where the viewer is standing, he will always feel that the arrow in the picture is aimed at him.

This can highlight the superb archery skills of the elf hunter, but for some reason, Francesca feels that the arrow has been aiming at her heart. As the legend says, every hit can penetrate the enemy’s Chest. Almost no one knows the identity of the elves in these portraits, because they have long since disappeared in the long river of history with the destruction of the elven kingdoms. Their people were killed and their palaces destroyed, leaving only the wilderness and underground eaves. The portraits in Broken Wall and Blue Mountain Palace tell stories of the past.

It was deserted here, and Francesca could almost hear her heartbeat. She no longer remembers how many years this situation has lasted. In her impression, the palace in the Blue Mountains has always been so quiet and cold. In the past, the scene of the elves and nobles negotiating here seemed to be an impractical one. Dreamland

"...This is not a proper reason."

The light blue magic light squeezed through the gap between the carved wooden doors, revealing a glimmer of light in the dark corridor. This is the only place where people live in this palace. Compared with other courtyard gardens where weeds have begun to grow, this area looks very clean. Sika swept across in front of her, making a rustle. Everything is magic, just like the master who lives here.

Ada Emin Sinid, the sage of the blue mountains.

"...You have no evidence, and there is no example that can convince me. Both you and I understand that dream predictions, I need proof, not just empty words."

The sound came to Francesca's ears intermittently. She was very familiar with this voice, and perhaps very few people would come here and live here, but Francesca was definitely one of the very few people. But to her surprise, she never thought that there would be a third visitor here.

The elf stepped lightly, walked to the door, and looked inside through the gap. Ada Emin stood at a table with her back to her. Francesca didn't see anything glowing on the table, but she could guess that it must be a crystal ball. The skin on Ada's back was looming in the shadows, and there seemed to be some sound coming from the crystal ball. The sound was so small that Francesca could not hear it, but the tone of the voice was very similar to Elvish.

Until the sound in the crystal ball stopped, Ida Emin glanced slightly at her face, half of her face shrouded in shadow. Her voice was deserted, which made Francesca think of how she looked when she was negotiating with the messenger and the representative of the Chamber of Commerce. The colder you behave, the more cautious others will be when testing your bottom line.

"...I won't interfere with you, but now you won't get my help. I have guests coming, so stop here."

Francesca raised her eyebrows slightly, and Ada was famous for her seclusion, even to her own clan. Ada rarely interacted with people and could not live in the Blue Mountains for hundreds of years. Francesca didn’t know who she would actually communicate with through magic communication. Since joining the Sorceress’s Hall, Ada will try to contact several human Sorceresses, such as Phileba and Ashley. The social situation in the South and North, try to understand the world.

The light of the crystal ball dimmed, and the room was shrouded in oppressive darkness for a while. Immediately afterwards, the sound of a thug whistle sounded in the darkness, and the magic spar used for lighting on the wall lighted up at the same time, instantly driving the darkness that occupied the room to the corner where no one noticed.

"What is this, Ada?"

Francesca pushed open the half-covered door and walked into the room. "Your friend?"

"No, not a friend, if I can, I don't want to see him, usually it means trouble." Ada Emin said slowly. "Crevan Espane Apo Kaomhan Maha, he came to me. You will be surprised. I thought they had forgotten about the blood of the elder. He said it. A lot of things, about Iselina’s predictions, about Hoarfrost, and about the solution to Hoarfrost at once."

Francesca was surprised, not because of what Ada Emin’s contacts were talking about. It’s not uncommon to talk about Iselina’s prophecies, even in many human cities, you can find them in bookstores. A book containing the prophecies of Iselina. It wasn't because the person she was talking to, Krevan, and Francesca knew who he was, the sage known as the fox. What she was really surprised was the one-time solution to hoarfrost. This is something that Ain Woodd has failed to do. Such a prosperous civilization can only escape in the face of the hoarfrost that spreads like cancer, and split into Ain Ayre and Ain Heidi.

"Is it true?"

"I don't know." Ada Emin said. "Maybe, maybe not, only he knows."

After thinking for a while, Francesca sighed and put this matter behind her head for a while. She came here with more important things. "Ada, can you tell me why, I can't help Zelin? I need an explanation, I think he will also need an explanation of mine."

"It's very simple, Enid. It's not a person who claims that he has found a solution to Hoarfrost." Ada leaned on the table with both hands, looking at the manuscripts and notes scattered on the table. "This will be a baptism of fire. When transporting fragile glass balls, the goods cannot be placed in the same carriage, so as to avoid the complete destruction of the goods no matter which carriage is in danger. Once, the Dragon Mountain Range We can grow crops under the mountain. We still remember the farms that were scattered under the Dragon Mountain. After being picked, the fruits there can be picked up and crashed into the car with the ice mined on the mountainside and transported to the south. But now, there are only there. There is still snow that can submerge people. Now Kodwin has only the snow plateau left. When will Tamoria and Livia become like this? Hoarfrost is approaching, Enid ."

Applying lavender eyeshadow, Ada's Qingming eyes stared at the manuscript in front of him, and there was a rare moment of tension in the voice of the Blue Mountain Sage. "Tirnariya is only one hop away from us. Hoarfrost has already begun to invade Ain El’s territory. How long can they last? How long is Hoarfrost from this world? The white ship has run aground, Enid, We have been running away for too long, and by comparison, we should find a solution."

"What?"

"Eredin." Ada stretched out a finger. "He claimed that he also found a way to avoid the hoarfrost from the Ain race. He said he needed the magical help of the sage."

"You promised?"

"No." Ada shook her head. "We can't pin our hopes on one person, besides Eredin. We all know who he is."

"But...?" Francesca narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Everything needs to be observed, doesn't it?"

"That's why you don't allow me to help them? Because Eredin claims that he also has a solution to hoarfrost?" Francesca asked rhetorically. "Only these?"

"This can already determine the survival of our race, Enid." Ada turned around. "I don't want to believe him, but I don't allow personal feelings to be involved in the survival of the race. Sorry Enid, I must observe. Sparrow and fox, I must know who can succeed and whose method is correct."

"You shouldn't hide it from me before, Ada." Francesca's voice was filled with anger.

Ada took a deep breath. "When this matter is over, I will personally put on the golden shackles and apologize to you. We must consider how to save Ain Heidi from this disaster. We can no longer afford the second blow. If If necessary, I will also personally apologize to your demon hunter, no matter how angry he may be at me. But before that, please allow me to stop you from showing up. The situation is still unclear, we can’t join in hastily. Enid, we We must be cautious. Our judgment determines the life and death of countless Ain Sidi elves."

Under the tree of hanged ghosts, demon hunters surrounded the tree of hanged ghosts, staring vigilantly at the wild hunting warriors who came around them. Zelin scanned the wilderness in front of him that was almost flooded by wild hunters. He didn't know how many enemies there were, one thousand? Two thousand? Five thousand? He can't count. The moonlight is bright, and the night is full of moving figures. The demon hunters rely on the tree of ghosts to hang, and Virginia, who has lost its magic power, is in it, using a bandage to stop the bleeding of Ye Naifah. The female warlock has passed out in a coma. She has lost too much blood and her body is terribly hot.

"How long can your fighting skills support you?" Eredin's figure has disappeared beside the hanged ghost tree, and they can only hear the echo in the wilderness. "This battle is over from the beginning! Surrender, Demon Hunter, save yourself some dignity."

Zelin's answer was to swing his sword at the approaching Wild Hunter, "You are whimsical, Eredin!"

Chapter 1396: Speed ​​of Life and Death