The Journey of the Demon Hunter

A small spell can make a pool of cold water hot and keep it stable, just like a hot spring. Francesca sat by the hot spring, stretching her waist comfortably. This is a rare enjoyment for the female warlock. When she just arrived on Sinide Island and joined the human-led warlock cult, she and Tishaya spent some time and money in the hot spring under the Yinlu Hotel. When she became the queen of Baihua Valley, she was happiest when she was cleaning the palace and found that there was an abandoned bath under the palace. She modified and cleaned the bath a little, and it became what it is today.

This is her private bath. She never thought that one day she would invite others to come here. Yusevka should be the first one. After they finished their dinner, they came here. Sweat, take a bath, talk endlessly

"Would you like something to drink? Juice? Wine?"

The bath exuded the smell of rosemary. Francesca wiped the sweat from the corner of her eyes with a towel, flicked her finger, and a towel floated out of the wooden frame automatically and flew to Yusevka's side.

"I think juice will do." Yusevka smiled cautiously. "I don't drink."

When Francesca walked out of the bath, the water flowed down her skin, showing a body that was not so bumpy but also attractive. Yusevka looked at the smooth and elastic skin of the sorcerer with some envy. She can't help but compare Francesca with herself. What is proud of Yusefka is that her skin is always so smooth and wrinkle-free, and she spends all the year in the dark clinic. Work makes her skin fairer than normal. But compared with Francesca, it seemed a little insignificant. The beautiful skin and body of the sorcerer are enough to make the marble statue carved by the master of art weep.

However, the doctor is not without advantages. Although the figure is not as hot as the dragonborn or the bulging Virginia, she still has an advantage compared with the elves.

Francesca sat at the table carved into the shape of wooden stakes and chanted a spell. A bottle of fruit wine and two wine glasses appeared on the table. Yusevka is also sitting here, covering his face with a cold towel.

"Come and have a taste. If a person lives for a long time, then she must have some precious collections."

"I, I never drink..." Yusevka repeated it again, still with a stiff dry smile on his face.

The two of them talked a lot, from Yanan's customs and social structure to Yusevka's personal experience and hobbies. Most of the time it was the female warlock asking and the doctor answered. Yusevka even remembered the experience of entering the healing church for the first time and undergoing interrogation before being assigned to work.

The elf is a queen.

Anan does not have a king, Yusevka has no clear concept of the queen, but Francesca, as a ruler, Zellin once described to Yusevka, this is like the supreme bishop of the healing church, reigning The whole area of ​​Yanan. Yusevka always felt a little cautious when facing Francesca, even now, they were sitting by the hot spring with only a circle of towels wrapped around them.

"You really make me sad, Yusevka, do I look so much like a cannibalistic monster?" Francesca put on a distressed look, she smiled and waved her hand. "Come and taste the fruit bar, do you know? Zelin once explained to me why anyone likes to drink in a pub so drunk. Because alcohol can make a person's brain less alive and forget it for a while Those cunning thoughts and suspicions of strangers have become as innocent and innocent as children who have never been born. Children can easily become true friends with each other, because they don’t have so many imaginary things, so many calculations and reconciliations. Guess. People like to get drunk to escape this terrible world, escape this sinister reality, although it's only a short while, the illusory experience of alcohol stimulation. But it's worth cherishing, isn't it?"

"I...I don't know much about wine." Yusefka reluctantly pinched the glass with two fingers, took a sip of the fruit wine in it, and coughed. "Cough, cough, cough! Oh, compared to this thing, I prefer slightly sweet juice. Drinking some juice and eating more fruits is good for your health, and alcoholic beverages can affect a person’s liver. It affects the brain. You should remind Zelin not to drink so much alcohol. The alcohol content in his potions is high, which is not good for his brain or body."

"Really? Could it be that this is why your skin still looks so smooth and white?" Francesca giggled. "To be honest, considering your age, your maintenance is really good. If I remember correctly, this year you are 29 years old? Or 30 years old? But you look really young, When I first saw you, I thought you should be only 23 years old."

Francesca's unconcealed eyes made Yusevka a little restrained with her arm in front of her chest, and smiled modestly.

"You will finally say two or more words to me. This is a good start." The elf poured himself a glass and began to drink himself. "Seriously, Yusefka, I am not a generous person. For certain things, I am accustomed to having them alone. For example, toothbrushes, my private room, the laboratory, the library, and the lover."

"I'm sorry." Yusevka lowered his eyes, but the doctor's next tone was firm. "But if you are talking about him, I also hope that I can enjoy it alone. As long as he doesn't want me to leave, I will follow him no matter where he goes. He is my hero, a hero for a lifetime."

Francesca froze for a moment, then waved her hand, "No, you shouldn't apologize, it's not you who should apologize." The sorcerer filled herself up, not caring about the doctor's discouraging eyes, and filled her up again. A glass of wine. "You seem to have misunderstood something. Man, my colleague often talks about this sentence. It is a group of creatures controlled by hormones in the body. Zelin is a demon hunter. Demon hunters have more energy than ordinary people. To be vigorous, this is a good thing, but if vigor is not just energy, it is a disaster. I have already wondered more than once whether I can tie him up and let him stay by my side, but then I found out that this is not at all Possibly, even with charm spells, the demon hunter is inherently resistant to spirit-affecting magic, and he will soon be able to recover."

Yusevka looked at Francesca quietly, waiting for her next words.

"But for this guy, you can't use an adult's method to solve this kind of thing-two people walked up to him together, and then asked him who you choose. I know him, the little nurse, and I know better than you think. This guy would rather allow himself to be beaten by two people at the same time, and then leave him at the same time, rather than make this choice."

Francesca took a sip, she had already drunk a lot of fruit wine, her cheeks were flushed. At this moment, the female warlock suddenly said, "You were worried about the wrinkles that appeared at the corners of your eyes some time ago, right?"

The doctor was stunned. She didn't know why the female warlock knew about it, but she nodded subconsciously.

"Yes, by human standards, you are not young anymore, Yusevka, I understand your worries, because we are all women, worried that our appearance will decline with age and eventually become ugly, which Women don't want to be as beautiful as they were when they were young? Try this one." The sorcerer stretched out her hand, a potion bottle appeared in her palm, and the pale green potion shook with her movements. "This is a magic potion made of mandela grass. It is good for the skin. Don't worry, ordinary people and warlocks can use it, but you can't see it in the places where ordinary people live, because warlocks will make it, and ordinary people can use it. Can’t afford this cost. This will keep you young, and one of my good friends, Tisaya from Frisia, has a potion that can use chaos to keep your body alive. Of course, it’s very expensive, very expensive, inside You may not find the material for you now, but I will try to find it for you and make a bottle."

"That, that must be expensive."

"Of course it's expensive, little nurse, you don't want to know the price, but there are many materials you can't buy with gold." Francesca suddenly found that she enjoyed the feeling that the audience was frightened by her own words. She kept smiling, feeling that her face was almost stiff. "Tishaya has lived for more than five hundred years with this potion, but she still looks like a twenty-five-year-old woman, but remember, you Don’t talk to her about age when you meet. Even hundreds of years ago, these are extremely precious and rare materials. I am afraid it will be difficult for Zelin to find this kind of potion for you. I don’t know why I want to tell you. These, maybe this **** alcohol, I have no resistance to them, I accidentally said too much."

"I..." Yusevka hesitated. "I listen to you."

"Come on, take this bottle of potion, just as our official meeting ceremony." Francesca enthusiastically took Yusefka's hand. "Come on, let's dry your body, I'll take you to visit the scenery of Baihua Valley. Zelin will go to the other side of the portal and do his work. If you feel bored, you can come to me at any time, or If you have any trouble, you can tell me and I will help you solve it."

Zelin wouldn't know what the two women were talking about in the bath, just as he wouldn't know that another regular visitor was ushered in his castle.

"Ah, life is so wonderful, isn't it, girls?" The man who called himself Bullock the Three Jackdaws rode leisurely on the horse, swaying back and forth with the ups and downs of the packhorse. "Fate is a wonderful thing, I believe it, but I must say that this time we will not encounter the situation the last time. I can be sure that the host we are going to visit is not in Serekania, um, Maybe something went wrong with his carriage and took him to the Hackland Meadows? Ah, I saw the castle, we are almost there."

As usual, the three jackdaws got the same answer again.

"It hasn't been long since he left." With the unkind eyes of the two desert women soldiers behind the three jackdaws, George replied with an innocent look, "Maybe you just turned off on the road? He hasn't left for two days."

The three jackdaws raised their heads, sniffed, and then shook their heads "Take away the sabers, girls, we are here to visit the master, not to collect debts. This polite gentleman is right, we are looking for People are indeed not here. Our luck is a bit bad. Let’s go, girls, back to Serekania, maybe we can catch him halfway, chance encounters are what is expected, isn’t it?"

George wanted to say that he could tell Zelin what the three jackdaws wanted to say. But looking at the backs of them leaving in turmoil, the demon hunter swallowed this sentence back again.

"Who are they?" Hawk, who was lying next to him, walked out, frowning and asked.

"A bunch of weirdos." George shrugged. "Leave them alone."

Chapter 1408 Dark Nightmare

The moonlight of Yanorlund was still so cold.

Just like the name given to this place by later generations, Lengligu, a place always shrouded by moonlight and white snow.

The imperceptible little snow patters down, no one knows when the snowflake will begin and when it will end, as if its mission is to shroud the city in white. Bright silver wire covers the towering glass windows, casting the shadows of the pictures drawn on the windows onto the white and dust-free slate floor. This moonlight made the entire cold and towering city without a trace of shadow, but here, it can only stop here. There is no ray of light in the deepest church of Janor Lund. The only light source is the moonlight from the skylight above.

The moonlight formed a circle on the ground, reflecting a pretty figure. The close-fitting pale white dress outlines a slightly green figure, and the bright gold tassel ornaments are decorated with shawls, which embellish this white dress with a little noble temperament, and under the sun headdress, the pointed chin has thin lips. Tight. Sitting on a chair shaped like a moon, but under the long skirt, the legs are not as beautiful as expected, but a slender snake tail. Near the snake tail, several broken snake tails left ugly scars and destruction. The beauty of the beauty.

Gwendelin lifted her finger gently, then slowly put it down. He sat in the moonlight, surrounded by shadows. He looked at the darkness inside the church indifferently, disdainful but difficult to conceal the fear of darkness in the depths of his eyes.

Suddenly, he slowly raised his head and heard a little sound.

The cold wind was howling, flapping the skylight and knocking on the wooden door. No! It was not the sound of the wind, it was a more creepy sound, it was another muffled noise, shaking the ground and shaking the air, causing the wooden door of the church to emit heavy screams-it was the sound of hitting the door!

It's a rebellious thief! Fools bewitched by darkness! An ambitious thug like Shaliwan! A terrible shadow hidden under Rondor!

The dark clouds converged in the sky, as if surrounding them into a huge vortex. The sky was obscured by the sun, and the moonlight was forced to hide behind, and the silver wires surrounding him became dim. Gwendelin opened his eyes wide, and the heavy sun crown pressed against his eyebrows, making him breathless. The surrounding shadows are even more terrifying, and outlines are drawn in the darkness. It is the horrible figure of Eldridge, that is the laughing Shalivan, and that is the abominable black church heresy of Rondor, hiding Under their ugly masks, they stretched out their dry arms to take away this last light, this last fire. Take it, extinguish it!

The darkness is getting deeper and thicker.

The moonlight was eaten away, gradually being swallowed and swallowed. Like an open blood basin, Gwendelin's figure was completely enveloped in it.

Exclaimed.

Gwendelin panted heavily, pressing her slender white fingers against her heart. Sweat dripped from the forehead covered by the mask and dripped down his chin. The sun mask blocked his face, but it couldn't cover up the frantic and panicked eyes.

The moonlight is still bright and clear.

There are no dark clouds, no Eldridge, no Shalivan, and no heresy of the black church. The shadow lay quietly where he was supposed to be. Outside, only the sound of the wind blowing from time to time, passed into the ear through the skylight, it was so subtle and not worth mentioning.

Gwendelin sighed, holding the crown of the sun with both hands, and slowly took it off. The white hair wrapped in the crown of his head was scattered and draped over his shoulders. But what was revealed below was not an ugly face, but a beautiful and delicate face.

Boom.

The crown of the sun fell on the ground, and only Gwendelin's weary sigh was left in the silent church.

Maybe the night is not so silent and terrible everywhere.

The bright orange shimmer flashed past, and two figures had already appeared in the shaded woodland. The odor peculiar to the swamp is blowing, but for those who have long been accustomed to life in the wild, this is nothing.

"For the first test, please report the situation immediately when you hear it. Is your teleportation safe? Where is your teleportation location? I can be sure that the portal has shifted a bit. Are you okay? When, how do you feel? I need to collect information. Different people may feel different, I must know everything."

The sound in the telescope was buzzing, Zelin took a deep breath of the cold and corrupt night wind, and took out the telescope fixed in his jacket pocket. "I feel good, it's no different from before." He glanced at the Dragonborn who was vomiting while supporting the dead tree. "Gnaiya's situation is a bit bad, I guess she may be a little dizzy at the portal."