The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Yes, so we must find that girl, the only girl who is qualified to sit on the Throne of Sintra." Vezmir scanned the eyes of the kings. "We must find a way to find Hiri."

"But we don’t have any clues at all. Few refugees escaped from Sintra. All of them were scared. It was a massacre. Many adults died under the sword of the Nilfgard. It is difficult for a girl who is underage to escape." Mei Wei shook her head, "Xili's demon hunter, who has been a guard on the Ponta River for the past six months, has never seen a girl with Xilia's appearance beside him."

"A girl." Hensett's face twitched. "She needs school. We can't find the location of Kyle Morkhan, but as far as I know, there is no Kyle Morkhan in this world's witch hunter castle. Just have to. We find clues, as long as she is still alive and living in the north, we can find her!"

A banner.

Mei Wei held her favorite pendant again. This was given to her by her long-lost husband when she got married. She kept cherishing it until she later found out that her husband was planning to give the same necklace to a bridesmaid.

So now there is only one young and beautiful widow king in Livia.

A banner, a banner that can provoke the hatred of northerners towards the empire at any time, as long as this girl is immediately and appears on the battlefield, Sintras can fight for the overall situation in the north to the last person.

"The elves, then the demon hunters who may be related to Cyria, and the traitors." Vizmir lowered his gray hair. "Let us agree on a plan of action, the North... we must unite!"

Outside, squally rain is pouring down on the towering towers of Haji Fortress.

But unlike the Haji area, cloudy weather is rare to make the hot and dry Mahakam Mountains much cooler during the day. In the moonlight, a bonfire rose in the courtyard of the castle. Francesca's voice was heard intermittently from the side room.

"We must unite, Enya, Dryad and Elf, Brockleron and Hundred Flowers Valley should stand together..."

"She is too tired."

Sitting around the campfire in the courtyard, Gnaiya, who was stirring the broth with a stirring spoon, looked at the courtyard side house, and said suddenly.

Miss Longyi met a brown bear hungry foraging on the road. Such bears are rare in Mahakam. They appear more often on the plateau of Kovind in the north, but this bear appears here somehow, hungry, it meets Gnaiya, and then it becomes One of the ingredients for the broth stew tonight. Gnaiya said to make a vegetable soup that is the most common food among Sky Warriors. The meat is mixed with vegetables and soup. The price is not expensive, but it can make people fill up their stomachs faster and regain their strength. It can be regarded as the most popular food.

Originally, Francesca was also by the campfire, using her spells to turn slices of beer and cider into iced drinks. But the suddenly lit telescope made her put down what she was holding and walked to the side room. In fact, since she started preparing dinner, she had been interrupted by the lit telescope communication three times in a row.

"Have you talked to her?"

"Yeah, I happened to be back that day, and she was there. She asked me about Skyrim, about the non-human race of Skyrim, and then I took the opportunity to chat with her."

Gnaiya took a spoon of hot soup and tasted it. Shaking his head, "Well... it's a bit lighter."

The history of the Elf Kingdom of Ain Sidi has long been turned into ashes. In the past, this land was like humans, with many elven kingdoms established. Now their traces in the world are only the breathtaking elven ruins, built on the elves. The new human city on the city, or only the ruins of the wild with broken walls. The elves now live either in human towns or villages, living in the narrow fields and peaks of Baihua Valley and Blue Mountains.

Who can protect these elves who have no country and hometown? Who can talk to humans on behalf of these elves? Only to join the Warlock Order, Francesca who has enough mana.

She is not a king, but the things she has done and the responsibilities she bears are heavier than any king.

"I think I should help her."

Sitting on the ground cross-legged, Gnaiya looked at the barn "She reminded me of my situation."

"I thought you would hate anything that might get involved in political disputes."

"Yeah, I really hate it." Gnaiya shrugged. "But she is very nice. She told me a lot about the world and gave me a lot of advice. If she is in crisis, I don't think Is there any reason not to help her."

"So you run errands all day in Skyrim, helping people in need, Gnaiya." Zelin nodded. "But this is what makes you charming."

"Um..." Gnaiya rolled her head. "Okay, but it's not enough. Don't think that a good word or two can buy me off. It's not enough...oh, she's here."

With the sound of the wooden door being pushed open, Francesca walked out of the barn. There was still a relaxed smile on her face, but under the firelight, Zelin could clearly see the drops of sweat on her forehead. She Shiran walked to the campfire and sat down, lifted her long skirt, revealing the white stockings attached to her long calf. "Hey, what are you looking at?" She looked at Zelin and Gnaiya. "Is there anything on my face?"

Chapter 379: The Love You Seek

"Are you in trouble?" Zelin broke a dry branch and threw it into the fire. The vegetable soup bubbling in the pot was emitting a strong aroma.

"There is something that can make me difficult, I'm an archmage." Francesca snapped her fingers, the flame was directly attached to the pot, and the soup made a gurgling sound. "Let's try it, I have never I have tried sitting outdoors and using the simplest cooking method to make food. Although in theory our ancestors will go through this step, maybe we need to sprinkle some other condiments? How about some onions?"

"Good idea." Gnaiya took out a few green onions. "But these are not enough." Miss Longyi took out a bottle of spirits from the wooden crate behind her. "Don't you taste it?"

Broth, barbecue, cold beer, originally Francesca only had to drink some fruit wine, but at the instigation of Gnaiya, the elf warlock decided to try a little bit of beer and liquor that humans would be willing to make.

I have to say that Warlock is Warlock. Even if she tried white wine for the first time and almost choked alcohol out of her small nose because of a cough, she still maintained the grace that she deserves. Just like she said in the past, too much alcohol can numb nerves, which is more serious for elves whose nerves are more sensitive than humans.

"According to the progress of the banquet, we have been going on long enough, but you haven't appreciated me, how long will I have to wait?"

The female warlock coughed a few times while covering her mouth with her white gloved hand. She raised her chin, her face turned red. "If you don't know where to start, let's start with... my favorite dress."

"This skirt... the skirt is translucent below the calf. Your legs are always beautiful, which is great." Zelin took a deep breath, and there was a plate of sea bass and celery in front of him. There are grouse, pheasant, and quail in the silver tray, decorated with cooked wings and tails, mixed with hazelnuts and quail roasted. All dishes are served with seasoned mushrooms, bilberries and rowan berries, as well as more fish-trout and barracuda. But the demon hunter didn't touch any of them, but honestly scooped himself a bowl of soup.

The illusion of the sorcerer can always be fake.

At first I just wanted to eat some after sunset, but when Francesca picked up the bottle of spirits and started drinking like he was drinking fruit wine, she elegantly suppressed her wanting to spit out what was in her mouth. After almost all of Zelin's impulse was swallowed, things started to turn wrong.

"And the sleeves, your pure white gloves, and the red dress are just in sharp contrast." The elf lowered his head and touched the gorgeous amethyst necklace on his neck. "Although I prefer the skirt to be slightly shorter, of course , You are more suitable to wear a ceremonial dress like this."

"I think you are telling the truth."

The elf's blue eyes looked at the demon hunter "or you are very clever to avoid my peeking."

"I must be telling the truth."

It is rare for an elf that the fragrance will be obscured by the smell of wine. She loosened the golden silk rope that was holding her hair, and draped her truffle-like hair on her shoulders. The sleeves were rolled above the elbow, and I didn't know where a glove was thrown. As a Nord, Gnaiya drinks much better than Francesca, who only drinks fruit wine and radish juice. When the archmage thought she could never be better than this twenty-year-old dragon in any respect. Zelin understood when the young girl was in trouble, it was absolutely impossible to just eat something tonight and talk to each other about things that were as simple as the experience.

"Queen Enya of Brockleron, she is my acquaintance. She told me through a telescope today that mankind will gather an army outside the forest, more than two thousand soldiers." The elf put one hand on Gnaiya. On her arm, she half-squinted, and said jokingly, "Then I told her, isn’t this great? You don’t have to worry about not having strong human males to help your all-female race be born in a normal way. I'm out of descendants. She envied me. I have a demon hunter who looks very good, although this **** always I can't wait to kick him hard between his legs."

"Actually, when I first learned that he had known Virginia for a long time, I had similar thoughts in my heart." Gnaiya laughed haha ​​"Okay, okay, I'm very interested in magic I don’t know much, he and Virginia are friends, and I can’t help him with the things of these kings in this world, as well as those things called chaotic energy, but if he knows any more, it’s just because I don’t care. Live what you have caused..." She exhaled, the light fragrance mixed with the fragrance of wine, and the blurred eyes of the dragon descendant stretched out a finger, "I... well, I still remember the four people with Graybeard releasing the dragon to me together. The feeling when he roared, maybe he should try it too..."

"I'm glad that he went south this time and didn't do anything to make me unhappy. You may not know, Gnaiya." The elf swayed to the chest and shoulders of the dragonborn. "Those humans, the whole God wondered how to climb into someone’s bed, and when it came to me, ha! I actually pointed to the elves as the culprit. Do they think I know nothing? I’m glad those people in the south did it. I know a little bit about etiquette." The elf said with a graceful look. "He should be thankful that I didn't hear any rumors about the Duchess of Towson and the demon hunters, otherwise I would turn him into a transformation technique. Woodcarving, and then stuffing the woodcarving into me... uh, where is that guy?"

Long Yi yawned. "It should be on the second floor. I remember saying that I will have a good chat with him tonight."

"Maybe you want to talk to me. He came back that day and gave me a book on gene mutation research. The person who wrote those research notes must be a genius." The elf rubbed his swollen head. "Hi, go with my gloves." Where's it? Where's my hair rope?"

Zelin sat in the room listening to the conversation between the two people who had drunk a lot of wine outside, smiled slightly, and began to prepare to write a letter in front of the new portal. After all, the time to open the portal is not far away. Say, I’ll be here in a few days. "Geralt, I will ask Eskell to bring you this letter. Someone may have noticed about Hilly’s safety. There is also the addition of the viper school demon hunter. , Please take me to tell the old man, besides, I have to ask you something..."

"Don't worry about it." Gneia shook her blonde hair by the campfire. "How long have you known him?"

"It's probably been a few years." Francesca covered her face with her hands and leaned back. "Humans are such a strange race. It's not good for the body and the mind to like to drink them, and there is no delicious drink. I remember that we met at Goss Willen outside of Sinide Island. I received news from Ada that there was a possibility of a massacre at Van Geborg in Aden, but I had to attend the Council of the Order. Because there is a proposal on the safety of non-human races that I put forward. Now think about it, it must be King Demavin of Aden who got the news at that time and wanted to use a massacre to show his position to the Order of Warlocks and at the same time transfer the angry peasants. Our sight."

"Then what?"

"Then?" The elf groaned slightly. "No one wants to go to Van Geborg to help the elves who may be slaughtered. Once the fanatical people are instigated, even Demavin will have to arrange hundreds of guards outside his castle. , Pulled up the suspension bridge, and only looked at his **** city from the window of the room on the top of the castle. Then... I ran into him in the hotel outside, and my colleagues in the sect were slaughtered one by one. Avoid talking about it, unwilling to conflict with the king, prevent anything, or rescue one or two elves. I can only ask for his help. He said that he will accept the commission as a demon hunter."

"Um...he went to Van Geborg afterwards?"

"Yeah, I'm trying to get in touch with Yennefa in Van Geborg. The demon hunter helped the non-human race escape to the wizard's tower of the warlock. Ynaefah helped them leave the city through the portal. This is the plan." The elf snorted. With a sound, he waved his hand to drive away the flying insects beside the tip of his nose. "The plan that made countless noble warlocks helpless, the plan of retreating one by one, finally made a lady Ye Naifa who hardly stayed in the cult and the council and none of those people want it. The demon hunters who have asked did it."

"So later you guys were together?"

"Later? I think about it..." Francesca squinted half of his eyes. "Then it was about the castle. Because of the previous reason, I recommended him to the Order to be responsible. Later, I met him several times. Humans, I should thank him, so I asked a female warlock I know, Margarita, she is the current director of the Warlock Academy. Later, it was in a village tavern north of Sutton Mountain, and later... That's not bad...not bad..."

The burning bonfire made a crackling sound, a few bats flew over the sky, and the sound of insects sounded in the distance.

"Hi, did you drop this?"