The Journey of the Demon Hunter

In his position, he could not see anything. He buried his head in the corner, and he didn't want to see it either. He had no home. Like countless others, he was just a beggar. He clutched the table tightly. Heavy footsteps, commands, shouts, and curses echoed around him. The city guards were rushing to the city wall from various places, and then a woman began to scream. Walkley smelled the scorching smell. He was very familiar with the smell. When the house was on fire, the unlucky guys who failed to escape would float in the fire. It smells like this.

Then there was the sound of heavy objects falling. The old man felt warm blood spattering on his body, he turned his head and opened his eyes hard. It was the half of the corpse that was thrown out, and it was still wearing a blue cotton coat studded with iron pieces. It was a city guard. He was bitten by the dragon, swallowed by itself, and the upper body was thrown out.

Something was tumbling. It was the escaping citizens who knocked over the trolley on the side of the road. Cabbages, tomatoes and green onions were dotted with snow on the ground. The woman with heavy eyes screamed silently and hugged the baby tightly to her chest. A **** with its paws was flapping its wings on the ground, and the red-crowned eyes reflected the appearance of people fleeing in a hurry.

"It's there! It's there!"

"Archery! Quickly release the arrows!"

"My house is on fire! Come and help me!"

A loud tearing sound rang out, seeming to tear the surrounding air away. It seemed that a large bag of grains had cracked on the wooden board, and the grains of beans were scattered on the ground. Frightened horse hooves and horse neighs came from the stables. Ulfric was not in Windhelm, he went to Hogarth Peak. Only some city guards remained in the city. Almost all the soldiers in the storm cloak were put on the front line of Morrowind, and the recruits left were not even as experienced as the city guards.

Someone fell heavily to the ground, blood splashing on the ancient stone road in Windhelm City. Walkley knew this man and distinguished him from Klim, the owner of Windhelm's grocery store through the silver buttons on his shirt. He was making a terrible scream, rolling back and forth, trying to extinguish the flames on his body, but nothing helped. When someone found the bucket, he was already motionless. Oh~ The person who found the bucket was Susanna of the Candlestick Fort. They seemed to be together, but the dragon suddenly appeared interrupted everything. Whether it's good or bad.

This is the end. No one can stop that terrible monster. They crawled out of history and time, and wanted to burn everything and kill everything. The soldiers hid outside the flames ejected by the dragon, behind the stone pillars and walls, and fired one after another weak wooden arrows at the dragon. Most of these arrows fell to the ground before they reached the dragon, and the arrows that shot too far were weak.

But in the trend of countless people escaping from the dragon, a person, a Nord, and a girl walked in the opposite direction to the crowd, and walked towards the giant beast lying on the city wall. Walkley looked at the back with a fuzzy gaze. The wind and snow seemed to be blowing harder, making it all seem so illusory, as if this girl was not real, but a person who came out of the legend.

There is only the sound of wind, footsteps, and the roar of the dragon.

Those guards who clearly witnessed everything were whispering to each other. The wind became louder and louder, and what they suspected even made them forget the bow and arrow in their hands. The dragon was hovering in mid-air, and soon it noticed the tiny creature on the ground that was still standing on the ground, looking directly at it. So it opened its blood basin and mouthed. Just like before, the flames will burn this pretty girl into coke.

But the dragon failed to breathe out the flames, and the roar of the dragon resounded throughout the world. The guards, the shivering people hiding at home, the people who were burning their houses and crying, and the people who hugged their children and hid in the corner. , Whether it is Garma Stonefist who is gathering soldiers, Beowulf Freewinter who is carrying a long sword that killed unknown elves in the world war, or Susanna who is unlucky or lucky and is ready The holy moth priest who left Windhelm.

The roar shook their souls.

"Joo-Zah-Frul (Dragon Break)!!!"

The dragon seemed to be hit in the head by a sledgehammer. It turned around in mid-air. It fell and broke a corner of the city wall. A long ravine was drawn on the ground. The body of the dragon looked like It was like a ball that was thrown out, and it didn't stop until it hit the rock on the edge of the city.

I don't know who shouted first, and then everyone shouted.

"Dragonborn!"

"TheDragonborncomes!"

According to the good countermeasures discussed by the demon hunter and the dragonborn, solve the giant dragon outside the city. Zelin and Serana, as well as Solina who came to help, were already waiting outside. Before the dragon stopped, the magic ice cone in Miss Vampire's hand had already flown towards the monster's body. She was a spellcaster and didn't need any spell movement, the cone of ice in her hand shot out like a crossbow bolt. It is more powerful than a crossbow bolt, and has a faster rate of fire than Zelin's crossbow. On the other side, Solina controlled the demon hunter's continuous crossbow, and almost shot a half-sack of crossbow arrows before the dragon recovered.

Blood oozes from under the scales. The ebony blade left several blood marks on the dragon. Zelin didn't know whether Mephala would be dissatisfied with his deceptive behavior, but the magic artifact was the magic artifact, and its sharpness and tenacity were far beyond ordinary iron.

The stiff and stiff dragon shook its neck fiercely, and a force from the soul confined it to the ground, but this did not prevent it from opening its mouth, waving its wings, and tearing up the small creatures in front of it. .

But it still failed to open its mouth. Because it focused all of its attention on the creatures in front of it, it didn't seem to notice that the culprit who caused it to fall was approaching quietly.

"Tiid-Klo-Ui! (Delay time

Time, sticky.

For a second, the dragon descendant appeared beside the giant dragon.

In two seconds, the dragon descendant reached the neck of the dragon.

In three seconds, the dragonborn sword pierced the dragon's eyes.

For four seconds, the dragon raised its paws in slow motion.

Five seconds.

Time returned to flow.

For Gnaiya, she took five seconds, but for others, it was only one second. No one can react to what happened in this second. Mage can't, swordsman can't, dragon can't.

"Dovahkin!!!"

Almost half of the long sword pierced into the dragon's head, and this huge blood-soaked head slumped weakly on the snow, staining the surrounding snow red. The body of the dragon was still burning, and the dazzling light burst out from the disintegrating skin of the dragon. This light, like a moth attracted, rushed to the body of the dragonborn, making Gnaiya bathed in gorgeousness. Under the light.

In the end, when everything was gone, only the bones of the dragon were left on the ground. Gnaiya opened her tired eyes, her voice became hoarse, like a person running for thousands of meters, and like a wanderer looking for an oasis in the desert, her reddish cheeks were not because of the cold or the excessive strength. Use.

Looking at the few people in front of her who helped her attract the dragon’s attention and made her attack, Gnaiya smiled weakly. "This is much easier than what I did a few times before... let's go, the storm cloak is quick You will find it here."

Just as Gnaiya thought, before they left, Garma Stonefist, Ulfric’s most trusted general and commander, and many soldiers in the storm cloak came to the city outside the city where the dragon fell. Place. The huge keel made almost every soldier unable to close his mouth.

Dragonborn and giant dragons, when legends and these behemoths really appeared in front of them, no one could ever conceal their surprise and shock. The roar and the dragon, they have experienced the legendary war that would only appear when the ancient Nord heroes rebelled against the dragon's rule. The news of the dragonborn's reappearance, the story of killing the dragon in Windhelm and protecting the city, spread to all parts of Skyrim Province along with the singing of the wind and the bard. Some people are excited about it, but some are angry.

"If the Dragonborn is not there, Ulfric's Windhelm has been turned into ruins, and the war can end several months in advance!" General Turius smashed the strategic table fiercely. Governor Ruiji on the side looked at her boss blankly.

But Turius would not have thought that the dragonborn in his mouth had already come to the northern coast of Hafingal, less than an hour away from Solitary City, looking at the looming Wachihara in the fog. Vampire castle.

Chapter 299 The Vampire Castle

The harsh cold wind was howling, and waves of icy water slapped on the snow-covered coast. The ice cubes floated like broken puzzles on the sea between the castle and the pier. The castle in the thick fog in the distance was silent. It was a gathering place for vampires. It was not like a human town. Even here, standing on a high slope, Zelin could see the lights on the lighthouse of Lonely City Pier in the distance.

"Be careful, a werewolf attacked the Somo fortress. I don't know if those werewolves will come back. Many prisoners escaped from it."

Serrana saw Zelin staring at the lifeless elf fortress, and explained to him, "I hadn't left the castle at the time, and my father's subordinates reported to him in the hall."

"It sounds like a werewolf going to rescue prisoners." Zelin shrugged and pointed to the castle across the sea. "We can find an inconspicuous boat or a few planks. But Hakon will definitely not allow us to pass. The front door walked in openly."

"I know, there is a passage behind the castle, let us go around the back."

This was Serena's home, no matter how long she was sealed in the crypt, she still remembered the structure and roads of the castle. Following the route she described, the canoe carrying three people passed the guard tower right in front of the Wachihara Castle island. There was no figure on the guard tower, but there was a stone bridge connecting to the huge castle not far away. . Every ten steps above the stone bridge, there are two gargoyle statues.

"Those statues are alive. Be careful. When the intruder approaches, they will come alive and attack any creatures nearby." Selana sat in the canoe and lowered her head. Gneia tilted her head up, looking curiously at the vampire castle nearby. To see the castle clearly, she had to look up, because the castle was built on a steep rock wall with a towering minaret pointing to the sky, and finally disappeared in the fog that permeated all day long.

Selana looked worried, she covered it up well, but her fluttering eyes betrayed her heart. At least she was not as calm as she appeared to be on the surface. The father she opposed, the extremely powerful vampire was separated from them by a stone wall. Neither Zelin nor Gnaiya knew about the strength of Hakon, but Serana was a powerful spellcaster or a powerful one. The vampire, her mother is stronger than her. But they all have fears of Hakon.

In the fog, the canoes separated from the calm water. They circled the island half a circle and came to the cliff behind the castle. It must have been here for hundreds of years, even thousands of years, but the old rocks, dust and spider webs can't hide that it used to be a good haven for a medium-sized cargo ship or a few small boats.

Their canoe could not get in because a sunken ship that did not know when it sank blocked the harbour. The mast of the ship was exposed out of the water, and the raised rear deck just blocked the waterway. Fortunately, the surrounding water is not deep, so they can step on the underwater stones. The stone slabs are very strong, even after so long, what Zelin has to do is not to worry about them splitting suddenly, he only needs to shake the water on the boots, and prevent the dust from sticking to the boots and becoming a thick layer. Dirt.

"I thought vampires would like clean places, like the platinum tower in the imperial capital or the blue palace in Solitary City, but it's really bad here." Gnaiya frowned and tightened her lips. The stale smell here made them seem to have arrived. Tomb. The actual situation here is similar to that of the tomb. There are some coffins stacked near the port, and more corpse waterfalls are hanging outside. Like being piled up randomly, or thrown directly outside.

"Will you take care of the trash can in your house?" Serrana shook her head. "I think there must be annoying places in human palaces."

Selana's words made the demon hunter breathe a sigh of relief. Trash cans, recycle bins, a normal human would certainly not want to sleep in a pile of garbage, and vampires would certainly not want to live in a pile of garbage that they seem to be. Even if there is a vampire, it will not be a vampire with a powerful power and a lofty status. After all, for vampires, personal power directly represents the level of status.

The few ghoul skeletons that crawled out of the ground and in the coffin after hearing the footsteps were unsurprisingly turned into real corpses. This is not a problem, the skeleton archer standing high was shot into a pile of bones by Selana's cone of ice, but the cone of ice made Gnaiya feel dissatisfied.

"Vampire, if your ice cone will shoot me..."

After Serana's ice cone flew over the dragonborn sideways for the fourth time, Gnaiya finally couldn't help it. Because once, if it weren't for Ganya to move fast, the ice in Selana's hand would probably hit her shoulder. Although Miss Vampire's spells are very powerful, I don't know if it is because she has been sealed for too long and neglects contact, or because her eyesight is a little bad. Her spellcasting can hit the location where the target is to be attacked, but no one wants to be covered with ice cones shot by her own after the battle is over.

"Oh, sorry." Serrana stared at a skeleton in the distance, and smashed the monster's head with an ice cone.

"Not a little sincere..."

Gnaiya sighed. Then a harmless ice cube hit her back again and fell to the ground. The Dragonborn turned her head and saw Serana staring at a standing ghoul with an indifferent face. A cone of ice pierced the monster's body and nailed it to the wall behind.