The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Gnaiya, come here."

"What's the matter?" The Dragonborn looked at the demon hunter in confusion. "Well, don't laugh at me, I must have a lot of flowers on my face now, I can feel it."

"And your forehead." Zelin pressed the clean gauze to Gnaiya's forehead. The place where he touched on the table just now is oozing blood. "Take a good rest. I will put these two books on me. Go to his room."

"Swear to me." Gnaiya grabbed the wrist bandaging gauze on her forehead and looked at Zelin seriously. "You won't risk touching any of these books."

"I swear, I won't touch any of them while carrying you."

After Zelin finished speaking, Gnaiya let go. The demon hunter stood up and patted his clothes. He can be sure that there must be a lot of fishy smell on his body.

"I'll wait, Gnaiya, when you plan to tell me, I won't ask again before then."

The 936th chapter the words of the devil

The demon hunter left Gnaiya's room. When he walked on the corridor on the second floor of the village hall, the two Skal people below were looking at him with puzzled eyes. One of them seemed to be a blacksmith from Skal village. His brother is missing, and he always hoped that Farina Qiangsheng, the leader of the village, would allow him to go outside to find someone. But in this case, Qiangsheng naturally rejected his request. Maybe after Gnaiya uses her newly learned dragon roar to purify the sacred stone, he can go out to find his brother.

Pushing open the wooden door of his room, he casually threw two dark books on the cabinet. He didn't light the fire, and although it was a bit cold in the house, in general, it was much better than the castle in winter. Mahakam's cold wind can make people's bones freeze.

Lying on the hard board, Zelin took a deep breath, and soon fell asleep in the exhaustion of rushing and fighting for several days.

Darkness enveloped his consciousness.

Dark.

It is deeper than the night sky and colder than the sea. Everything was wrapped in the darkness, but there was nothing inside.

The ebony blade lay quietly on the head of the bed, leaning against the wall. Only the faint trace of the fire in the hall can pass through the gap in the door to let the last bit of light remain in the room.

After a while, Zelin opened his eyes.

The exhaustion has left him, but he doesn't feel happy at all. He touched down, ready to sit up on the side of the bed. He did do it, but the surroundings were the same as what he saw, except for darkness and shadows.

"You are entering a dangerous situation, mortal."

Zelin heard clearly, he stood up, subconsciously wanted to pat his clothes to smooth the wrinkles on it. Then he noticed that what he was wearing was not the equipment of the master griffon, but the griffon armor he wore when he first came to Skyrim. Now this armor should be kept in his castle, not in On myself.

"You don't know what you are facing. You are moving forward with your eyes closed, but you don't know that you are still standing on the edge of the cliff."

Zelin looked around and found that it was not darkness around him, but a patch of dark shadows around him, dark purple and light black. But here, he can't see anything else, maybe there is a sky here, maybe not far away is a towering mountain range, but when the world only has one color, no matter how strange things are nearby It doesn't make any sense.

"This is annihilation."

A whisper sounded in the ear of the demon hunter, as if someone was sticking to his ear and whispering. Ze Lin turned around abruptly, but there was nothing nearby.

"This is your soul."

Another whisper.

But this time, Zelin didn't turn around again.

"Mefara, what do you want?" He lowered his head and looked at his hands. He is very familiar with these hands. He has used them to hold many swords, kill many monsters, and kill robbers, rebels, and drug powder dealers. "What do you want to say?"

Zelin heard a gust of wind, and the surrounding scenery changed, and it was still dark, but he could see that he was standing on the edge of a cliff with a group of weird creatures underneath---the upper body was beautiful Humanoid female, but the lower part of the body is a huge spider. The demon hunters couldn't see what they were doing. The distance was too far and the air seemed to be the same as water, which made people feel blurred.

"My attendant." This time, the voice came from behind Zelin clearly. He slowly turned around and looked at a woman who suddenly appeared in the air. The first thing that catches the eye is the pale and slender hands, followed by the headdress and clothing with a pretty little texture. Then a pair was put together, the slightly upturned leg of the right foot, and the pale to bloodless skin made her look as if she was shimmering in a shadow. Zelin could not see her eyes, because the headdress imitating the spider web just blocked the upper half of her face. Only the black hair and pointed chin that stretched out from the headdress, and the lower half were visible. Thick purple **** lips on her face.

Slender fingers stroked the blade lightly, and Zelin found that it was the ebony blade in her hand.

"You use my blade, and there is chaos wherever you go. I am very satisfied with what you have done." The shadow formed under her a seat resembling a throne. "The many worlds you have been to, each world you You can find chaos and conspiracy, rancidity and blood hiding in the shadows. I am very satisfied, so I plan to give you a small reward, my champion."

Zelin looked at Mefala, watched her stand up, her human appearance was not much taller than a demon hunter. She stretched out her finger and waved in front of Zelin's eyes.

The shadow disappeared immediately, revealing the original appearance of the neighborhood.

This is in a village. Zelin raised his head, the sky was still dark, only the light from nowhere allowed the demon hunter to see the surrounding situation clearly. But if you look closely, you can also find a strange vortex in the sky, just like what he saw when he was in the soul stone mound, the constantly rotating sky seemed to **** in the soul of the watcher.

As for the village, there was no one inside, it had been abandoned for a long time, only a few thatched houses and collapsed walls were left. The village’s dry wells are covered with scorched weeds, the air is very dry, the ground is covered with cracks caused by drought, and many places on the ground have become scorched. In general, this place is not suitable for human habitation. But thinking of the annihilation outside of Tamriel here, all of this can be understood.

This is the Chimera Wasteland. In the past, in order to avenge a magician named Chimera, the demon **** Dagon threw Kelly Island in the northern part of the Black Swamp into the void of annihilation, forming this piece of floating outside of Tamriel. Bad land. The village of the bard that was abandoned in the past is located here. He had read about this place in the book about Annihilation, but he was not sure whether this was the Chimera Wasteland or the territory of Mephala.

"I don't want to offend anyone." Zelin looked at Mephala who walked to the center of the abandoned village. The village was not without creatures. Several half-human, half-spider creatures that Zelin saw just now were hiding under the ruins. In the shadows, whenever Zelin looked over, he could always see a snicker considering conspiracy on their faces. Several spiders are binding light blue souls with their webs, dragging these souls into the shadows.

"You hold my blade, and my sight follows you away from Nairn. You bring me a lot of fun." Mephala's voice is cold and round. "As a reward, I will give you a choice so that you can take you That cute little dragonborn recaptured his soul from Mora's hands."

Zelin looked at Mephala with his back to him, and the shadow covered the demon god's body like a thin veil. Several bottles of lavender potions are placed on the edge of the dry well, all of which are famous poisons.

"What should I give?"

Chapter 937 The Vortex of Karma

"In your world, there is something that can block my gaze." At this time, the corner of Mephala's mouth twitched, revealing a spider-like fang. Zelin couldn't help but think of himself in Meritelli's illusion. The western **** caress the ebony blade. "I can help you enter Mora's anomalous realm. After you find that part of the soul, help you leave. And you No need to pay anything, this is a reward."

"And this is also a lie?"

She is the demon of lies and conspiracy. Zelin didn't know if he could believe her. Mefala, people say that she enjoys getting involved in mortal affairs.

"You deceived my ebony blade with a lie. I should punish you."

Mephala walked up to Zelin and put a hand on his chest. The corner of the mouth under the headgear outlines a sly arc.

"I watch you all the time, my champion."

The surrounding scene began to dim again.

"I know you have doubts about it."

Zelin noticed that there was an extra bottle of potion in his hand, and the dark purple potion was shaking slightly in the glass bottle. He didn't know when he got it, as if he had been holding it, without any abrupt feeling.

"You can drink it and see me again."

The surrounding shadows gradually engulfed him, the village, spider demon, and Mephala's figure gradually submerged into the shadows. At the last moment, he vaguely saw Mepha stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked the corners of the deep purple lips, revealing an unpredictable one. A big smile. A drowsiness surged in his mind, and when he closed his eyes again, he felt the rigid bed in the village of Skal. He turned over and went back to sleep.

By the time Zelin woke up the next day, it was already noon. His head was a little dizzy, and his vision was a little fuzzy, just like having drunk too much Nord's Meads last night, a little nauseous. He sat dizzy on the edge of the bed, bent down and searched for something that would wake him up as soon as possible from the package beside the bed, and almost knocked over the glass bottle placed on the floor for this.

When his gaze can finally see what is in front of him, at least there won't be a bunch of ghosts dangling in front of him. Zelin's gaze stayed on a small bottle of dark purple potion on the bedside table.

"It's terrible." The demon hunter sighed and put the potion in his package to prevent someone from entering the room by mistake and drinking it as something else.

The gods of Tamriel seem to like to intervene in mortal things, which is not the case in his world. Although he has lived for many years, he does not have much experience in dealing with these powerful spirits. Perhaps Gwendelin of Yanorlund and the eldest son of the sun at the top of the ancient dragon are also called gods because of their powerful power, but in other respects, they are more like humans.

Maybe after all this is over, he should go to the Meritelli Temple in Aland. He knows the Nanika priest there, a very kind priest who is about forty, and maybe he can get some advice.

When Zelin walked out of the village hall, the bright sunshine came down, causing Zelin to raise his hand and slightly block the dazzling sunlight until his eyes got used to it before he walked out of the eaves in front of the hall. The wind and snow stopped, and the barrier Shi Dong used to protect the village was gone. The bright sunlight spread directly on the village, reflecting the snow on the roof and the ground into a dazzling white light.

Although there is no protection from the enchantment, the people in the village are obviously not affected more.

"What happened here?"