The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"What are you struggling with? Why, he has been thinking about you, shouldn't you be happy?"

"I'm really happy..." Francesca rubbed her forehead. "I used to help him, and then we helped each other, and now he is helping me." The elf sighed, "I still feel a little uncomfortable, I will I was ridiculed by my colleagues. They were both the king’s advisers and the regent behind the scenes, and I also ruled an area. As a result, uh, don’t care...what about you? Serana? What do you think?"

"Me?" Selana raised her eyebrows. "My mother told me that if you want to get better and better with someone, you must not only get along well with him, but also try to be friends with his friends. Mother. Said a lot, and it makes sense. I am very happy now that I can continue to take risks with him, and I can meet more interesting people and things on the road. I have a family and friends. I know I can’t return. In the past, when the parents were harmonious and the family was happy, but I can be very satisfied with my life now."

Francesca closed her eyes and thought for a while, and finally smiled a little, "Okay, okay, just leave it alone, let's continue, where did we just talk about it?"

"He killed the giant and was about to reach the island full of magicians." Serrana folded her legs and sat beside Francesca. "Then what happened?"

No matter how Francesca tells Serana what Zelin has done in the past, now, the demon hunter is in the room with the banner of the mare, preparing for the next action. Irileth could not provide the number of possible enemies, but Zelin believed that there would not be too many, and the number of robbers could not be too many, because they did not have logistics supplies like the army. Even if they were from Windhelm, Ulfric couldn't openly let his storm cloak come forward.

Waiting until the next morning, Zelin was at the gate of Snowman City and saw the messenger he was going to escort. Irileth was also at the gate of the city. It could be seen that the captain of the guard was very worried about the situation near Xueman. Not long ago, she sent a new patrol team to nearby farms to ensure the safety of these farms that provide food for the city.

"Simply **** this messenger to Solitary City?"

"Yes, you'd better avoid Loristead. In the past, messengers and caravans would stop in Loristead when they went to Solitary City." Stone. The sentries on the nearby towers had to squint their eyes or bend down to avoid the oncoming sand. The scale of Snowman City in the past may be larger than it is now, but later part of the city wall was abandoned, so that there are still some broken eaves and two gates outside the gate of Xueman City. There is also a moat outside a city gate.

Zelin looked at Irileth, "You look terrible."

"The plan has changed." Irileth said the news that Zelin wanted the most to hear. "My scout told me that the Storm Cloak had established a camp east of Snowman. I can no longer transfer the soldiers of Snowman City. When you get to Loristed, please protect the messenger to reach Solitary City. I am afraid you are the only guard."

"A prelude to an invasion?" Now it is true that only fools can believe that the peace agreement is effective. The horses Zelin sat on kept pacing, and the weather was so bad that these animals seemed to become uneasy. "Are you going to seek help from the Imperial Legion? You can hire fighters from the comrades."

"This is the main consideration of Lord Balgruuf. I am his military adviser. I only consider how to protect the safety of the city and the lord, whether the enemy is an empire or the storm cloak." Iriles said coldly, "Lord Tell me who the enemy is, and I will consider how to solve them. And the Prophet Krakow said that the comrades-in-arms group does not accept the entrustment of brothers fighting."

Irileth has been reluctant to speak out, but Zelin can see that she has long since turned her vigilant target from the imperial army near Loristad to the storm cloak next to Snowman.

"This is a young man from the Zhan Kuang family." Iriles introduced the messenger to Zelin. "I have sent a messenger two days ago, but the recent actions of the Stormcloak made Lord Balgruuf very worried, so protect his safety. After you arrive, if you are lucky, you will meet the Xueman Messenger who has completed the mission and is about to return."

"If you are unlucky?"

"That doesn't make any sense." The captain of the guard shook his head. "Let’s go. I’ll be with the lord waiting for someone to bring back the good news. The lord asked the Greymane family to carry an axe to Windhelm. I I am not a Nord, but I will not have boring fantasies. This traditional behavior will not have any impact on the situation and plans of the war."

Nodding to Irileth, Zelin called for the messenger to follow.

On the endless snowy plain, they could not see any pedestrians or villages, only grass and gravel. There were so many clouds in the sky that Zelin couldn't judge the time by the sun. When they passed the western guard tower that was destroyed under the flames of the evil dragon and was later rebuilt, they walked out of the range that the Snowman Guards could provide protection.

Along the way, Zelin can also see the place where he hunted the giant when he first came to Xueman. There has been no trace of the giant camp there. If it were not for the western guard tower as a sign, he estimated it would be difficult. Pay attention to the clearing again. The demon hunter had never been to Loristead, but Gnaiya had mentioned that when she was escorted to Helgen as a death row prisoner, the horse thief who was shot to death in the same car came from Loristead.

The escorted messenger has been silent, holding tightly the volume of letters enclosed in fine parchment, but just like the weather, bad things will not stay away because of worry and silence.

Chapter 863: New Whispers

When Zelin suddenly slashed a knife to cut off an arrow shot from the side, the messenger was taken aback. He quickly squeezed the parchment in his hand, with the other hand drew the standard dagger configured by the Imperial Army from his waist, and watched vigilantly in the direction where the arrow flew.

Zelin once heard from Adxian that the Zhan Kuang family bought almost all the iron stocks of the War Girls and ordered many batches of standard armor and weapons to be delivered to the Imperial Legion. Even members of their family are using the weapons and armor of the Imperial Army instead of the studded leather armor and axe common to the Nords.

"Find a place to hide." Zelin held the sword in one hand, and the other hand tightened the reins, looking at the more than a dozen figures in fur and chain mail that appeared on the other side of the hillside. They appeared at the front of the road holding axes and bows with both hands, and behind, more than a dozen people in ambush appeared from the weeds and rocks, "riding on horseback to the wilderness, and waited until the end of the battle to come back." "

"I'm not a coward who will run away in battle!" the messenger of the Zhan Kuang family protested, "I will fight these traitors to the last minute!"

"Can you cut the flying arrow with your sword?" Zelin half-squinted his eyes and looked around, looking for other archers hiding in the dark. Although the dim sky will not affect him too much, he does not like arrows flying from behind when he focuses on the battle in front of him. "If you can't, just avoid it. I don't want it. When fighting, you also have to worry about the safety of the other person."

"I..."

"Head down!" The unbelieving archer shot another arrow. The arrow hit the blade of the ebony blade. There was a melodious trembling sound. The arrow fell on the ground nearby and disappeared in the weeds. "Hurry up!"

"I see." This time, the messenger didn't argue any more. He urged the horse to run to the wilderness on the other side, but within two steps, the sitting horse neighed and almost threw him off. The archers of the attackers gave up shooting the riders and instead shot their horses to prevent the messenger from escaping.

The archer hit the arrow again, and out of the corner of his eye he saw another rider rushing towards the colleagues who were greeting him with a blade that was as dark as the night. There is only one rider, and there are more than twenty soldiers facing him. They would pull the rider off the horse, chop over his mount with swords and axes, and kill him when he fell.

The arrow hit the leg of the messenger horse, causing the horse to stagger in its hind legs. The messenger wanted to learn how to swing a sword to resist arrows, but his sword swing couldn't keep up with his reaction. The horses slowed down and could only stagger into the wasteland on the side of the road.

Just another arrow.

The archer bent his bow and set his arrow again, and he heard fierce fighting and dying howls from the other side. It is conceivable that the person who escorted important letters must be the best fighter in Xueman City. But this is not a member of the comrades, the glory of the Nord warriors should join the storm cloak and fight for the sky. Those who were bought by the empire were just cowards, and it was impossible to resist the siege of so many Nord fighters at the same time.

The sound of battle on the side seemed fierce, but for the victory of the storm cloak, it was worth it. Only the sky ruled by the Nords is the real sky, a sky that respects Talos, and a sky that does not need to bend in front of the high elves. He is an excellent archer, and even the noisy surroundings can't affect the accuracy of his shooting. He has only the target in his eyes, and his own arrows.

He believed in his archery very much. The archer shot another arrow, and the arrow crossed a parabola in mid-air, just hitting the horse's neck. The horse neighed and fell to the ground to one side, just pressing the messenger under its body. Upon seeing this, the archer breathed a sigh of relief. This can ensure that the messenger cannot escape. When others solve the guard, they can find out what on earth Balgruf in Snowman City is plotting, knowing what these Nord traitors are betraying Talos for. Be the running dog of the high elves and the empire.

The sound of fighting on the other side stopped, and the speed was very fast. It was obvious that the guard of the messenger had been killed. No matter who it is, even the Nords, these running dogs who are loyal to the decadent and weak empire do not deserve any sympathy. As for the victory of the escort, it is impossible to exist. This is not the noble and powerful fighters of the comrades-in-arms group.

The archer was just about to retract the longbow in his hand and turned his head. Suddenly, he felt a cold in his throat, and then his eyes rolled over, as if he had been knocked to the ground. Finally, his head hit the rock on the ground. The last scene he saw was that the bodies of many attackers fell to the ground, and the blood almost turned the area into a puddle.

Zelin threw down the sword and shook off the blood on the sword. After confirming that there were no other assailants, he retracted his weapon and walked towards the messenger who was crushed by the dead horse.

"You shouldn't just run away in a straight line like this." Zelin dragged the young man out from under the horse carcass. "You must at least know to dodge. Running in a straight line can indeed make you escape the enemy archer's shooting range faster, but It’s so stupid, you’re dead if you meet an experienced shooter."

The messenger coughed violently, but when he saw a corpse lying not far away, his coughing stopped abruptly.

"Over thirty fighters, you defeated all of them alone!? During this time?"

"Thanks to this horse." Zelin patted his mount on the neck. "Otherwise I might have to spend a little longer. I think we will have to walk to Lorristed for some time."

"Captain Irileth told us not to go to Loristed Town..." the messenger just said, and then he swallowed the rest of the words, especially when he saw the assailant's body on the ground not far away. "Okay, Everything is as you said. But why are we going over? We still have a horse, and the endurance of Skyrim horses is famous in Tamriel."

"Because I found someone." Zelin looked at the pile of corpses, and the messenger followed the demon hunter's sight. Because of the dim weather, he only noticed that there was a living person among the corpses. He was injured, but it was not fatal.

Larov, Zelin did not expect to see him among the attackers.

"Larov, did you tie yourself up, or did you want me to help?"

"Shut up, someone bought by the empire!" Larov's hands and legs were scratched, but Zelin's hands were merciful. The knife only made him lose his fighting power, and did not directly cut off his limbs.

"I don't care so much about the Empire and the Stormcloak, Larov, these lies are meaningless."

"The world is deep in the quagmire of lies and deceit. Few people can unravel the veil of disguise, and even fewer can realize that they are living in a deception. I am very satisfied with what you do and what you say and do."

The messenger's face stiffened when he saw the demon hunter.

"I'll help tie up this storm cloak prisoner of war?" he asked tentatively.

"Go." Zelin waved to him. "We should go now. I think the wolves will be attracted soon."

Chapter 864 God annoys the dog

Lori Stead.

Before Zelin could see the roof of Loristed, he heard the mooing of cows coming from the ranch not far away.

This is the richest place in Xueman City. Although it used to be just a wasteland that no one cares about, the nearest towns to it are Mosal and Longqiao Town. Most people who want to go to Solitary City will not pass this place, because walking this way means that you need to be in Spend at least four nights in the dangerous wilderness. In the past, most pedestrians would choose to enter Mosal through Morning Star instead of directly entering the Snowman Plain.

Until the end of the World War, a veteran named Lori came to this barren land with a medical therapist Joned who saved his life on the battlefield. He bought this large piece of land and bought it. From farms and ranches. Later, some nearby farmers and herders joined this place, and gradually, a new place of residence was formed here. Since the veterans bought the land and named it after themselves, the people who live here have never experienced famine or failed harvests. The soil seems to be always so fertile, whether it is leeks, cabbage or potatoes, every year. Get a good harvest, whether it's cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks, and poultry look so strong one by one.

Some people have always thought that this land may be blessed by the Holy Spirit. However, if someone asks the residents of Loristedt this way, they will definitely say that Loristedt is able to achieve what it is today because of the hard work of the people in the town, and they have earned enviable results.

It is said that the batch of seeds that Virginia gave to Francesca was acquired by the Chief Mage in Loristed.