The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"What does this have to do, don't you men like to be described as beasts... Wait, you don't plan to use your uninformed formula potions to make the girl's body as strong as a demon hunter? Right?"

"It's impossible, don't worry, unless the trial of the grass is fundamentally changed, women will never accept it."

Zelin did not ask his teacher about the principles of the trial of the grass, but his teacher once said that if women want to accept the trial of the grass, no matter how strong their physique is, they cannot survive the trial, because the trial of the grass is based on Some genes are unique to men, but women cannot recombine after being smashed into their bodies and genes by potions and mutants.

The Dragonborn asked her in the past if she could use the green grass trial to make her power stronger. She thought it was just like the vampire in Skyrim, it was just a ritual, and the pain would pass at most. However, according to Francesca’s biological explanation, it was related to a certain male-specific...chromosome. He couldn’t remember whether it was the word. In order to prevent the female warlock from the college in front of him from having any misunderstandings, the Demon Hunter There is not much explanation.

"Okay, that's good, I don't want you demon hunters, because of some things, the body of such a cute little girl is irreversibly damaged. Are you ready to go back? Say hello to Yusefka for me, I may go to Osenforte for academic exchanges in the future."

Zellin realized that Marty was talking about Jr. Yusevka.

"No problem, I will tell her."

The demon hunter did not choose how long to stay in the medical camp in Rasti. In the afternoon, we found a boat bound for the upper reaches of the Ponta River at the wharf in Willen, and arrived in Austria at night. Sunford Town. Young Yousefka has adapted well here, but according to her sister, she still seems a little withdrawn these days, but frequent contact with people should make her personality better, she doesn’t want to see My sister is so gloomy all day long.

Take Yusefka and return together, and it took them a day to return to Mahakam's castle. Francesca has arrived at the castle to prepare for her experiment, and Marian Hawke is very responsible for patrolling around the castle to ensure that there will be no accidents. She asked the demon hunter about a dark shadow that appeared from time to time. After thinking about it, Zelin told her that she didn't need to care too much. The dark shadow that appeared near Hawke from time to time must be Fried. Whenever someone came to the castle, she would observe it with her own eyes.

The things Zelin was going to send to Apple Island were in his castle. After talking to Francesca about the recent situation, he started to pack and send the things. It is better for him to do this kind of thing himself. Whether it is the secret of the portal or the whereabouts of Geralt and Hilli, in a world with mind-reading skills, this is not a place where loyalty can be absolutely kept secret.

"Are you ready to deliver?"

"Yes, Enid, I have kept them waiting for quite some time."

The elf was debugging the equipment needed for the magic experiment in the side room of the courtyard. She glanced slightly at Ze Zelin, who was at the door, separating the things into the package, and joking. "If we wait for one day, we are all tired and don't want to keep busy. When we plan to live in seclusion, it would be nice for you to be a deliveryman."

"I would rather be able to lie down in the sun in a sunny and beautiful country."

"Baking in the sun makes people lazy."

"For me, I would rather have a chance to be lazy after a few hundred years."

The vision of the elves for the future is generally at least a hundred years later. The lifespan of a demon hunter is very long for ordinary races, but his concept of time is still the same as that of humans. Sometimes he can only repay the elves’ sense of time. With a wry smile. Zelin carried his backpack and walked to the portal. "I might stay there for two days and then come back. There should be no problem with your experiment?"

"No problem, just be back within a week."

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The always black fish, with its mouth closed one by one, spit out a bunch of bubbles.

Eredin looked down at the stream flowing through the palace. Magic protected Ain El’s imperial city. The barrier in the sky could not only expel the dangerous creatures surrounding the city, but also resist the harm from the planet itself.

After all, this is not their hometown. Al Wooddow’s planet has long been destroyed by Hoarfrost. This is not their world. This is just a shelter, a place for refugees. The wrecked ship was found while floating on the endless ocean. No matter how beautiful they dress here, how many poets use the most elegant language to praise, they can’t change the fact that they are fugitives.

They have been here in the new world for hundreds of years. Ai Ruiding looked at everything in front of him, green trees, flowing water, and elven craft buildings that seemed to be integrated with nature. But in the blink of an eye, Hoarfrost came up again, like a lingering ghost. Today, their world only has less than three years left. This should have been the union of all Ayn El elves. When they stood up against Hoarfrost, the sages of Arawak would rather believe in the power of a human being.

When Hilly fled, the plan had already proved to be a failure.

It is absolutely impossible for him to pin the survival of the entire race on the success of a human being.

"Your Majesty."

Along with the call, the sound of the knight's iron boots gurgling on the cobblestone path came into the ears. A red knight appeared in this remote courtyard.

"Is it a reply from the sage group, or is there a new hoarfrost in this world? Don't tell me that there is a problem with the resettlement of the refugees, or the group of unicorns are going to destroy again." Let the red knight directly All the news that came to report to him was the most important thing. After Eredin became king, Iriles became a general in this wild hunting force. Over time, there were more and more important news of this level, but most of them were things he didn't want to hear.

"None, Your Majesty." The Red Knight took off his helmet and held it in his arms, saluting Eredin. "We found the target. They are hiding in a world. General Irelius is conducting a close reconnaissance of that world."

"Are you sure that is the goal?" Eredin got up from the slate chair and touched the report beside him. The report fell to the ground and scattered, revealing a map covering a large area in white.

"Basically there can be nothing wrong, but General Irelius reported that they are hiding in a special place in that world. There seems to be something there that may hinder our invasion. That world is magical. Purely, our actions may be countered by spellcasters from the local world. General Irelius hopes to receive assistance from the wizard."

"No aid, no wizard." Eredin said coldly. Ain El’s magic is firmly in the hands of the sage, and only Carranhill joins him. He needs Carranhill's magic to do more important things, but that doesn't mean they will be helpless. "We have to rely on ourselves, gather all the red knights, and gather in the palace before the first sun sets. We have to descend into that world through the time vortex."

Avalak and Eredin were able to become important leaders of Ain El’s kingdom, not just because of their martial arts and magic. They both had the blood of the elders, but more than a thousand years ago, they had to avoid following them. The hoarfrost that came, forcibly opened the door of the world. If an owner of the blood of an elder does this, he will undoubtedly die. They are the two of them joining hands, so they have survived the magic ritual, but the price is a sharp decline in power.

But even so, Eredin can still command the Red Knight to pass through the time vortex and descend into the realms in the form of a ghost.

This is the safest way. Not many people will believe that someone sees the words of a ghost, but will think that it is just an illusion, or will be scared away.

The sun soon fell behind the West Mountain.

As night fell, the stars flickered.

Zelin, who had just arrived outside Camelot on a horse from the teleportation location, yawned. Teleportation itself is a stamina-consuming thing, but it is difficult to move those things through the portal one by one. Enduring work. But the elf did a simple experiment of teleporting magic in another world by the way. She tried to teleport a carriage over. After a burst of light passed, something was indeed teleported over - only two wheels and a base carriage were left. Wreckage.

The elf is sure that this is definitely a spell error with a probability of less than 1%, but Zelin wants her to never use this trick to send a living person in the future, unless she wants to kill someone.

Fortunately, the spell accidentally left him with two wheels and a complete carriage, so the demon hunter took it as an alternative carriage, found two twine ropes to drag behind the horse, and prayed that the pile of wreckage would not Will fall completely halfway. By the time he dragged a bunch of things to Camelot, the sky was completely dark and the city gate was already closed. Zelin slowly drove the carriage towards the city gate. There was a soldier holding a torch on the city wall. Someone noticed the figure appearing below, and immediately put his head out from behind the city wall.

"Report your identity, the man pulling the cart, why are you here late."

"When will this city gate open? I need to enter the city."

"It's already late today, you will come back tomorrow."

The Demon Hunter knew Camelot well, but this time the city gates seemed to be closed earlier than he expected. But this is not the first time he has been here. He knows that there is a hotel at the crossroads outside the city where pedestrians can rest. Since it's not an urgent matter, he doesn't need to trouble the people here anymore. It was already almost half a year late, and it was estimated that Geralt wouldn't care how late it was so one day or two.

Zelin couldn't enter Apple Tree Island himself, he had to find Merlin or Morgan, and let them take him with him. Xili probably doesn't know what world he is traveling in. The shuttle power of the blood of the elder can enter Avalon. Unfortunately, Zelin is just an ordinary demon hunter.

Just when he was about to turn the front of the car to the crossroads hotel outside the city, and once again prayed that the wreckage behind would not fall apart due to the next bumps, he heard a familiar sound from the city wall.

"Open the gate to him. He is the king's guest. I can guarantee him here."

Bediwell appeared on the city wall, obviously he was on duty tonight. He leaned out from the battlements and waved to Zelin.

"Come on, Hunter, don't stand outside the city."

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"It's really not the right time for you to come today, friend."

Zelin drove into the city, and the heavy city gate slowly closed behind him. Bediwell stood in front of him and beckoned to the nearby soldiers. A soldier trot over to take the rein in Zelin's hand. The remaining two soldiers who came to help were a little at a loss at the wreckage of the trailer behind. The demon hunter again told them not to damage the contents of the car. He didn't want to return to Mahakam to experience it again. The feeling of walking back and forth through the portal in a short time.

"So, what's the matter. It was a bit early to close the city gate today, and I didn't see anyone on land. Is it because of the war with the Norse?"

"No, the war of the North is over. Your Majesty launched an attack when they just went ashore and drove them to the sea. It is estimated that the coast south of Carmelo will be peaceful for some time to come." Knight Shaking his head, he looked curiously at the pile of things brought by the demon hunter. "Are you going to move to Carmelo? Ah, Gaul is very dangerous recently. I suggest you come to Britain. Those Romans are crazy."

They thought Zelin was a Roman, and only a few people knew where he came from.

"What's the matter?"

"Their capital was destroyed by a fire. I heard people from Rome say that the fire stopped after five days and five nights. Oh, they Romans just don’t know what peace is. Your Majesty went to the south to inspect. She was worried that ships near Gaul might come to looting the coast, so the city was closed very early these days. I said you didn't come at the right time. Your Majesty went outside and may not be back in the next few days."

"Okay, but it's a pity, I'm here to deliver something and give me a friend who lives in seclusion." Zelin pointed to the flatbed truck being pushed away by two soldiers behind him. "But I should stay here for one night and leave tomorrow."

There are not many soldiers here. It seems that a small number of knights have already gone out with Arthur, and the rest are only a few militiamen who watch the night.

"You can stay here for two days. You can go directly to the castle. You are the most honored guest here. The servants in the castle will serve you the latest food. I will stay here for a while."