The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The wild hunting warriors projected one by one passed by Eredin, moving in the direction of the hanged ghost tree. They are all recruits, ordinary Ayn El soldiers, who have never operated a projection battle, and don't have much experience in fighting in different worlds. They are not wild hunters. Only a warrior selected from a million can become a red knight, and as a wild hunter, they can travel across the world with Eredin.

These recruits are completely unqualified, and the combat effectiveness of operating the projection is almost the same as that of the militia, and may not have any advantages except for the large number. But Ereding doesn't need other advantages, let alone summoning his own Red Cavaliers. The powerful Red Knight has more important things to do, and now he can only trust the reinforcements sent by Gale.

Looking at her dim arm, Eredin slowly clenched her arm. Since the last time when Hoarfrost was involved in Ayn El's world, he opened the gates of the world at the cost of the power of the blood of the elders, allowing the continuation of the race, his power has been constantly weakening. He doesn't know how long his power will last, but he must find a way to open the door of the world again before the power completely fades.

Hilly.

This girl is too young, but she has a powerful elder's blood. Although she hasn't fully stimulated her potential, this is enough. What he needs is Xili's bloodline power, not hers. Perhaps using this power to open the door of the world will make this young and fragile human die, but if Ain El can escape the hoarfrost for this, he will never give up because of the death of a human.

Ye Naifah failed to attract Xili from his hiding place, and even when Ye Naifah was flogged on the Hanged Ghost Tree, Karan Hill failed to pass the news that he found Xili's trace. It was obvious, or it was Xili. Li thinks that Geralt can rescue Ye Naifa, or he will not put himself in danger because of Ye Naifa's encounter. They took Ye Naifah to wander around Xili's world for a long time, the purpose is to let Xili come to save Ye Naifa, so that they can find her. But they miscalculated, Xili has not appeared, still do not know where to hide.

He must change the bait.

If the enemy is too strong, find a way to escape, and then turn around and fight again. This is the teaching that any demon hunter has heard. It is meaningless to fight for life with an overly powerful enemy without any chance of winning. Retreating as soon as possible and looking for a new feasible method is the correct choice. Running away is shameful, but very useful.

"Run! We can't continue to pester them!"

A wild hunter rushed towards Lambert, who was being besieged by three enemies, but was stopped by Vesemir. The old hunter swung two deadly swords, and the wild hunter collapsed, fell to the ground and began to melt. Vesemir was riding a horse. He reached out and grabbed Lambert. Lambert jumped on the horse's back. Alderfayin repelled an enemy who wanted to grab his leg and pull him off.

"We meet in the old place!"

Vesemir shouted. He urged the horse with the spurs, and the horse knocked over a wild hunter in front of him. The frightened horses began to run wildly. Several wild hunters stood in front and tried to block them with their bodies. A bomb fell into them. The flames of the explosion made them fall like scarecrows hit by sticks. Out of the smoke and dust, two wild hunting knights followed.

"Go! Go!"

"I know!"

George and Eskel drew out the runes of the Arden's Seal. The lavender seal trap separated them from the wild hunters behind them. Two wild hunters tried to attack Virginia, but they were blocked by the dragonborn. Way to go. Zelin grabbed the bomb tied around his waist and threw it toward the north. In the deafening explosion, several wild hunting ghosts were blown into the sky. George took the opportunity to jump into the carriage, and Eskell, Renne, and Aiden ran into the carriage together, and Ye Naifah lay in it. A ghost emerged from the ground, the skeleton's arm grabbed the wheel, and was chopped off by Geralt with a sword. Eskell reached out to Geralt, but Geralt shook his head.

"Eskell, you take Ye to a safe place, otherwise the carriage is too slow and will be overtaken by wild hunting!"

"How about you?"

"I have a way, hurry up!"

Zelin watched more and more wild hunting fighters. This was by no means a reciprocal battle. They must retreat as soon as possible, taking advantage of the time when the wild hunting fighters had just appeared and had not yet formed an encirclement against them. Before the war, Vesemir proposed to keep all the horses in one place, in case they could not find the mount when they were available. Now facts have proved that the experience of the old hunters is very valuable. They rode more than ten horses, some of them were frightened by the demon spirits and escaped. Only less than ten horses were left, and they were tied to the trunk by the reins, but this pair It's enough for them.

"Gnaiya, you take Virginia to retreat!"

"What?" Long Yi asked in surprise. The roar of the dragon blew away a wild hunting knight who rushed over. The knight was like hitting a wall. He fell to the ground with his horse and man, knocked down a charred sapling, and disappeared. In the bushes of Mars. "We can continue to fight! Talos is here, how can we run away with our tails caught in this way?!"

Beside the dragonborn, Virginia is protecting herself with an enchanted dagger. There is no wild hunt to attack her, because no wild hunt warrior can bypass the sword of the dragonborn.

"Today is not the time to go to Songgarde, Gneia, Virginia has no magic power, protect her from leaving, now, right away." Four wild hunters chased after them, and Zelin raised his hand cannon at them. A shot. Instead of looking at the effect of the attack, he swung his sword to cut off the reins tied to the tree beside him. The horses screamed and jumped, and Zelin grasped the reins tightly with one hand. "You ride this horse, you know where we meet!"

The dragon descendant opened his mouth, and a flame like a dragon's breath swept across the open space in front of him. Wild Hunt was caught off guard by the sudden flames. They retreated one after another. The flames ignited the remaining weeds and bushes on the ground, and the hot flame seemed to distort the air.

"Return this to you." Virginia threw something over, and Zelin reached out to catch it. It was Avak's skull. "Protect yourself!"

"So are you." Zelin looked around to determine if there were any demon hunters who had not been able to retreat.

"I see!" The Dragonborn grabbed Virginia's arm in one hand, retracted the sword into the scabbard, and grabbed the reins in the other. "Let's have a game, Zelin, and see who of us rushes to the safe meeting place first. Remember! I don't allow you to lose to me in this game!"

"Don't worry, Gneia, I will never lose." Zelin watched Virginia and Gneia climb on their horses. Virginia hugged the dragonborn's waist tightly so that she wouldn't come from behind. Fall down. The wild hunting shadow rushed through the wall of fire, Zelin slapped the horse's **** fiercely, and the horse screamed like an arrow shot and rushed out, disappearing into the wilderness with the voice of the dragonborn.

The demon hunter turned and swung a sword, and a wild hunter fell to the ground and tripped his colleague who was catching up from behind. Zelin took the opportunity to run to the north. He had been fighting for so long, and the enchanted shirt could not completely eliminate the fatigue on his body, but under the stimulation of the potion, the nerves' perception of pain and fatigue was compressed to a minimum. Out of the corner of Zelin’s eyes, Gatan’s horse was cut off by a wild hunter, but when the cat school demon hunter fell off the horse, he rolled over to stabilize his figure, and the wild hunter waved after it. The sword could not be swung down, and a throwing axe hit its forehead. Gerd was yelling at him on a wooden boat. The bear school demon hunter held the boat while waving to Gaitan.

To be able to survive as a demon hunter requires not only swordsmanship and magic seals, but also monster knowledge, or the formula of bomb potions, but more importantly, how to protect yourself in the face of life-threatening danger. The hunters searched for mounts and tools that could be used to retreat, and then evacuated in different directions. Riding a skeletal war horse, the wild hunter rushed out of the black crowd, chasing the fleeing enemy. A wild hunter just happened to collide with Geralt riding a carrot. The horses staggered and the horses neighed. Geralt leaned back, and the black long sword swung over his head. He took the opportunity to hit with a sword. The abdomen of the enemy. The wild hunter bends down, and after being carried forward by the horse a few meters, he crashes down.

"Zelin!"

Geralt urged Ma to run towards Zelin.

"Anyone else?" Looking at the more wild hunters who were catching up behind him, Zelin reached out his hand to his waist, and then he was surprised to find that the bomb had been exhausted. "I don't know where Resso went, are they surrounded?"

Maria protects Irene and retreats, and they retreat to the direction of Feke Island together. Maria knows there, they are safe as long as they enter the lake. But Zelin never found any trace of the demon hunters of the Viper School.

"I saw them fled into the forest together." Geralt panted. This battle was more thrilling than any battle. "It's a swamp. We can only trust Reso and they can avoid it. We have no horses anymore, you come up and we escape."

The only ones left here were the two of them, and the wild hunters who had somehow chased at first began to surround them.

"No, Geralt, it's too slow for two people to ride a horse. We better attract more enemies and draw the attention of wild hunting from others." Zelin took out Avak. The skull again summoned the ghost horse. "We go to the east, where is Goss Willen, Wild Hunt cannot summon reinforcements so close to the island of Sinide, their magic will be affected by the Forbidden Enchantment all over the island."

Geralt raised his eyebrows. "What is this?"

Zelin mounted the ghost horse and grabbed the last two explosive scrolls "maybe it's black magic."

He released his hand and the scroll fell to the ground. The ghost horse was running immediately, and Geralt urged the horse to follow behind and ran west along the muddy and charred path. The two knights followed closely, and the skeleton horse stepped on the scroll on the ground, and the explosion immediately enveloped them.

Chapter 1397 Wild Hunt Geralt

In the dark woodland, two riders passed like the wind.

The dense canopy of the woodland woven into a large net, covering the entire forest. The bright moonlight could not penetrate it. It could only penetrate through a few gaps and lay beside the moss and mushroom-covered tree roots to show their victory. The appearance of the two riders was hidden in the shadows, bumping up and down with the running horses. They rushed through, and more dark shadows were running on the forest path, the skeleton warhorse with red eyes, and the demon spirit knight with a rusty helmet. The nightmare team followed closely, their horse hooves passing through the ghostly light spots above the swamp, and their screams and laughter echoed in the night sky.

Zelin tried his best to steer the horse, lowering his body to prevent being hit by the hanging branches. He turned his head and looked behind him. He couldn't see how many wild hunts were behind him. He could only see a pair of blood-red eyes looming in the shadow of the forest night. They kept running. The twisted trees on both sides of the road looked like monsters with teeth and claws. The vines entwined around the tree trunks formed that terrible smiling face. The light blue fires appeared from time to time. Zelin knew that it was night. Traces of the demon spirit. The wind brought a cry of cry, it was the scream of a werewolf, or the howl of a ghost.

"Quick! Quick! Run faster!"

At least they have rescued people, and the only thing to consider is how to get rid of these wild hunts.

Dark shadows swept across the forest, and the trees on both sides retreated quickly in front of the demon hunter's eyes. At this moment, the corner of his eyes suddenly noticed the flashing shadows in the woods beside him, followed by the palpitating red eyes, and the wild hunter chased after him, across the poplar tree and the hunter. The demon hunters marched side by side. There were a total of four wild hunting knights, and a lasso appeared in their hands. The lasso flung a few times in their hands and threw them towards the demon hunter.

"Be careful!"

Zelin bent over to avoid the first lasso. The second lasso tried to lasso the ghost horse, but was bounced off by the ebony blade. The third lasso fell through, and then hung on the branch again, clutching the rope. The wild hunter was dragged out all of a sudden and plunged into the swamp by the roadside. The fourth knight holding the lasso failed to throw it out. It tried to catch the prey, but it got too close. It was hit by Alderfayin. It fell down and was hit by the unmanned skeleton horse behind it. After stepping on it, Zelin heard a sound of broken bones.

"There are also here!"

Geralt’s warning sounded from the other side. Zelin turned his head. On the other side, the three wild hunters began to surpass the demon hunters. They were riding on another trail, and the two forest trails were not in front of you. Converge at two hundred meters. Zelin took a deep breath and took out the hand cannon around his waist. He aimed at a tree next to the gathering place. The Wild Hunter got closer and closer. Zelin could almost clearly see the skeleton when the figure flashed across the forest. The rust on the mask, the blood-red rag with the edge of the bone armor swaying with the wind.

The roar, accompanied by the clicking sound of the tree trunk falling.

The wild hunter at the forefront slammed into it, the skeletal warhorse tripped, and the rider threw it forward, just as it was stepped on by the galloping horse. The demon hunters ran by quickly, and the second wild hunter's equestrian skill was superb. It controlled the mount to jump up and crossed the fallen tree trunk on the road. The third knight followed closely behind, but was scratched by the branches. The helmet had to slow down.

Geralt shot backwards with a crossbow, the arrow hit the wild hunting armor, bounced off, and fell into the grass on the side of the road. Zelin put away the hand cannon that had no shells, took out the crossbow again, and aimed at the Wild Hunter who was about to catch up. The Wild Hunter didn't dodge. He stretched out his hand to grab Geralt on the horse's back. The arrow hit his chest, and the burst of lightning instantly enveloped it with the skeleton horse. The electric light of the golden pine resin caused it to droop its head and slid down from the horse's back. The skeleton horse lost its support and suddenly fell down, pressing the scorched wild hunt underneath.

"We are about to succeed! Hurry up! Hurry up!"

Zelin could already see the moonlight in the distance. It was the end of the woodland. The darkness of the forest trail stopped here, and they were less than six hundred meters away.

At this time, the gloomy woodland was suddenly illuminated. At first, there was a shrill white light that made Zelin had to look away from the woodland exit. His ears buzzed, and the sound of explosions kept ringing in his ears, he watched When the trees shattered under the electric light, the sawdust splashed, and the white light like the dorsal fin of a shark swept across the ground in front, the horse screamed, Zelin tensed the reins abruptly, the mount almost stood upright, swinging his front legs, almost falling off Enter the gully left by the white light.

"It's a wise decision to escape separately. I ordered all wild hunters to follow you. It took a lot of effort." A cold voice echoed in the forest, and the wild hunter knight behind chased him up, and Zelin pulled out the ebony blade to prepare for battle. Then more wild hunters rushed out from the nearby bushes, and the demon hunters watched them vigilantly, while the wild hunters also held up their weapons and stared at the two people blocked by the gully with scarlet eyes.

This must be the magic of wild hunting, as they did when they attacked Apple Tree Island, maybe this is the magic of the king of wild hunting.

"Your struggle is in vain! And you, Geralt, I know your name." The voice of the King of Wild Hunt echoed in everyone's ears. "In order to save a person, you brought a group of people to death. You killed them, human beings, subspecies of human beings, nothing more than that. You can sacrifice other people for your own affairs. You don’t know anything about the enemy. But they will promise them to accompany you to death, just to save your lover."