The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The cauldron of Arcadia, as the alchemy potion shop in Snowman City, Zelin visited here for the first time. Potion, potion, whether it is magic materials or herbs, are all expensive things. At least in Zelin's impression, every time he buys herbs, he will realize that he has spent more than a hundred Oren. , No matter where it is, the demon hunters would rather go to the remote villages of Tamoria to buy herbs than go to Redania to exchange expensive Novigrad Krona for silkworms.

The owner of the pharmacy store, Arcadia is a woman in her thirties. Now Zelin can tell by her skin color and appearance whether he is from Brighton, Cyrodir, or Nord.

"You look like a Cyrodir."

"Yes." Arcadia smiled slightly

"Do you plan to return to Cyrodir?"

Arcadia’s professional smile was taken back. "You are not the first person to ask me this question, dear. But why should I go back? Because I am a glorious citizen of the Empire? Or because the storm cloak only needs the Nord of Skyrim. People? I just want the storm cloak to rot in annihilation! I have lived in this city for twenty years! Twenty years! No one wants to drive me away, it is impossible for Ulfric to stand in front of me!"

The appearance in the Arcadia cauldron is a standard witch gathering place. Numerous weird herbs and magic materials are placed on counters and cabinets. Vines, spider eggs, troll fat, skulls, you know, don’t Those who knew it, as well as the prepared medicines, were all placed on the counter for people to choose from. Throwing aside the unpleasant topic, Arcadia is an enthusiastic person, and she introduces the name of the product to the demon hunter.

"This is a white mushroom, just bought from a farmer at the foot of the Luohan Mountains. It is absolutely fresh." She pointed to the mushroom piled in a steel pot in front of the counter. "This is the salt of nothingness. Be careful. It is expensive. One small ounce can sell 120 Septins.” The demon hunter’s eyes moved with the female boss’s fingers. “This is the death bell and bone meal. This is from the ancient crypt The materials collected are very cheap, and they are also common alchemy materials."

"Alchemy materials are not just plants, dragonflies, butterflies, spiders, and Charus slime. They can all be used as materials. Look at this, the sap of the dryad, and fire salt, are extracted from the dryad’s corpse and the flame element. Essence, these materials are even more expensive than some potions themselves. If you can kill the tree spirits to extract their liquid, I am willing to buy them."

The sky outside is still bright, but the store is closed, there are no windows around, no sunlight can come in. The light source is a few white candles placed on a porcelain plate and a stone stove on the floor in the middle of the store hall. The logs lay burning blazingly inside. The empires described the province of Cyrodir where they lived was full of greenery, and the temperature in the sky was indeed a bitter wind for them, even if the sky had not entered the real winter.

"This is... a life potion?"

Zelin picked up an Erlenmeyer flask containing a red liquid. "It can really recover the injured place quickly?" This reminded the hunter of the white Lafada decoction, an extremely precious decoction that can be used by the hunter. The injured body of the Demon Hunter recovers at a speed that can be seen with the naked eye. The materials are expensive, and Zelin would never use it if it was not necessary. It has only been used once in Yanan Hunter's Workshop to deal with brain monsters over the years.

"Yes, but I only have small and primary life potions here. To achieve the effect you describe, you need better potions. But if you want a formula, I only have the simplest one here."

"How much is a recipe?"

"Twenty-nine Septins."

Zelin had no reason to refuse such a cheap price.

If Skyrim's life potion can achieve the same effect as the white Lafada, there is no reason for Zelin not to replace the highly toxic and extremely expensive white Lafada decoction with a non-toxic life potion, even if his effect is not So it's immediate, but the demon hunter with the life potion doesn't have to worry about getting hurt when fighting with any monsters. I was scratched by the claws of the witch in the grave, and it would take more than half a month to wait for natural recovery, but it would be worthless to use white Lafada for this reason, and the life potion-as long as the effect is as good as it describes-just can work To the meaning of substitution.

After receiving the recipe note from Arcadia, the Demon Hunter immediately understood why the recipe was only worth twenty-nine Septin

Blue dragonfly wings---scorched snow squirrel skin.

"Only these?"

"Of course, there is an alchemy workbench over there. You can try it at the interview. It's genuine." Arcadia pointed to a corner of the store hall. "You can use it as you like. You can tell me what materials you need."

"As long as there is enough Septin."

"Of course, as long as there is enough Septin."

The method of gold alchemy is very simple. Put the material in a glass bottle on the stove above the workbench. After boiling, the required liquid will pass through the glass tube, pass through the two layers of extraction bottles, and finally converge in the groove in the middle of the workbench. Mix in equal proportions, and finally draw the liquid from the pipe under the groove and pour it into the glass bottle prepared in advance. It didn't take long for a bottle of medicine that should have a healing effect appeared in Zelin's hands.

"It looks good..." Zelin shook the dark red potion in his hand. He turned around and asked Arcadia what, but suddenly, the noise from outside the store attracted the attention of the demon hunter.

Saying goodbye to Arcadia, bringing the formula and potions, Zelin walked out of the store with a sword. As soon as he stepped out of the gate, he happened to see the Snowman City guards on duty by the bazaar. They drew out their weapons and looked at the city above the bazaar steps with some bewilderment. There is Yuehuaska, where the sacrificial shrine and the Zhan Kuang and Greymane families are located. Not only the guards, but many residents and merchant vendors in the market looked up curiously, pushing on the steps and stone arches, but no one dared to pass.

"What happened?" Zelin squeezed past the stone arch and asked the soldiers who were also squeezing by. He heard the sound of swords hitting each other.

"A group of people who look like robbers are attacking Yuehuaska!" Several city guards rushed over. "Catch these robbers! Contempt of the law is contempt for us!"

PS: I've been running around on the highway for most of the day... I can only change it today. In the future, the two will remain unchanged.

Chapter 253 Parting Ways

"It's terrible."

Snowman City seems to have been cursed these days. Vampires, werewolves, dragons, and even robbers in the wild can sneak into the city in droves and attack Moonvasca below the lord's palace, almost causing casualties. As for why the several robbers who nearly killed the prophet Krakow of the comrades-in-arms group suddenly attacked indiscriminately among the people on their side as if they were changed, no one would know, and no one would go into it.

Except for the Demon Hunter.

"Yeah, it's terrible."

There were several amethysts in front of the dragonborn, almost worth six hundred septins. As for how she made the money, the process made the demon hunter a little stunned. Taking advantage of the night, she sneaked into the Black Swamp Fortress, and then used dozens of steel arrows to solve most of the robbers before they recovered. After scouring the spoils of the abandoned castle, plus the lord's bounty, the dragonborn has thousands of Septin worth of weapons, coins and gems on his body.

"Who was the one who left just now?"

The one who helped the Dragonborn move all the spoils to the city for sale was a woman in heavy armor with blood on her one-handed sword. It was obvious that the people who came to the Black Swamp Fortress were not only the girls. But after seeing the girl's fighting skills, the demon hunter believed that if the robber was not paying attention, the dragonborn girl would be able to solve the enemy with a steel bow and short sword.

"Ledia, my Baron guard." The Baron, or Dragonborn, can also be said to be just an ordinary Nord who is still running for a living. Zelin knows her and can understand her, at least part of it. "Thanks Without her, I can’t bring back so many spoils by myself unless I hire a carriage."

"So you took off all the equipment from every bandit."

Zelin saw the armor, one-handed sword, bow and arrow, shield, two-handed hammer, and a magic weapon that Lydia placed in the War Girl’s Weapon Shop, but unfortunately he has no energy, otherwise he can sell it for a higher price. . Of course, because the robbers passed through it, the selling price is only one-fourth, or even one-fifth of the original price, but this is indeed a good harvest.

"Save." The girl stretched out her finger and shook. "I heard that the wizards of Winterhold College are digging out the ruins of Sattar recently. Those who play with fire will definitely blow up valuable things and then hold them. One or two rings and gems are complacent."

Perhaps it is precisely because the Dragonborn is not a Nord who was born in Skyrim. Although she has the characteristics of the Nord, in some respects she looks like a shrewd and capable Cyrodir Empire, and sometimes she seems to be able to speak well. Tiger businessman, but all this does not affect her view of magic, although as far as the demon hunter understands, the dragonborn will use a little magic, called the fire tongue technique, which can continue to spray flames like Igni's seal.

The dragonborn has something worth about two thousand gold coins, and she has worked much harder than the demon hunter. During this time, she can only be seen returning to Xueman to replenish food and water at night, and spend most of the time outside the city to make money for her commission. Zelin asked if she needed help, but the girl still thought she should solve the problem on her own. Seeing the other party rarely come back to rest, and brought back a pile of trophies and gold coins, the demon hunter raised his eyebrows

"What are you going to do next, to sell the wind house?"

Who knows, after hearing these words, Longyi sighed decadently.

"The living room of the downwind house that I can only buy..."

Then she shook her head.

"I've had enough, this **** house price, six thousand gold coins! Does Proventus think he is selling me a villa in Solitary City?! This is Xueman! Not Solitary City, not Platinum Tower!" The girl shakes Shaking his head, "I plan to use the money to exchange some enchanted equipment, and then go to World's Roar to meet the Graybeards. No matter what they want to do with me, take a look and you will know."

It has been more than ten days since Graybeard's roar appeared today, and because of reason, Longyi can no longer treat it as if he has not heard it, and accept commissions everywhere to make money.

"Have you considered it?"

"Yes." The Dragonborn carefully examined the arrow in his hand. "I'm an ordinary Nord, how come I suddenly become the Dragonborn?"

"Since Greybeard decides that you are the Dragonborn, then you are the Dragonborn. You can also tell them, in fact, they made a mistake. You are not modest, or you should be clever." Zelin shrugged. "Then you are still a good one." Nord people, everything has nothing to do with you."

"How did you become a mercenary?" The girl suddenly asked, "Did you choose this path?"

The demon hunter took a deep breath. "I don't know." He looked down at the badge on his chest. "Actually, I didn't have a choice at first. But everything will be fine. You are the dragonborn, and I am the demon hunter. Actually, it doesn’t make much sense. I, Zelin of Tamoria, also need to eat and drink, and I need to sleep and rest. I will be happy and angry. I don’t need to feel better than ordinary people or inferior to them for this identity. . You are the Dragonborn, so are you... Haven't you remembered your name?"

The girl laughed

"Alright, alright, I'm just...a bit at a loss, temporarily, temporarily." She waved her hand. "You know, I originally thought that when my parents are gone, I will return to Skyrim, and the Nords should be able to be here. Finding a better livelihood, suddenly became the dragonborn in Nord’s legend, and then became a baron, absorbing the soul of a dragon... I never doubted whether the soul in the body belongs to me, but now... Dragonborn hasn't appeared in hundreds of years, and I now feel like an idiot parasitized by ancient souls..."

"Then you should go to the Throat of the World. It has already happened. Escape cannot change anything."

"I know, I know." The girl tossed an amethyst around "I'm going to the roar of the world, how about you, continue to stay in Xueman?"

"Of course, and I also received a good job." Zelin took out a note from his waist. "The lord wants me to see his son who behaves strangely lately. I said before that I have eliminated evil. Spiritual experience, so Balgruuf intends to let me give it a try. Because his doctors and priests have failed."

"When can we see you again, will you stay in Xueman forever?"