The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"What's wrong with Willen? Look at the fire! Lucca, look at that, look!"

The soldier holding the spear straightened the felt hat on his head and rubbed his snotty nose. He looked at the arm pointed by his colleague, then opened his mouth, and there was a depressive gurgling sound in his throat. .

"God! This must be Willen's monsters come alive! Look at the things in the sky, what is that thing to fly!? It's a ghost!" His colleague was still screaming. "We should go to the priest, go to the temple guard! Those ghosts are alive, they are coming to kill us, in the night of Sofny!"

"Shut up, Paul." Lucca finally spit out the sputum from his throat. He rubbed his nose and wiped the mucus from his fingers on the wall. "Let those hapless people who run into ghosts die. Their life or death depends on us. The eternal fire protects this place. Those ghosts dare not approach. We are safe."

Chapter 1390 The Killer in the Shadows

Faced with the incoming enemies, the crow hunter took a few steps back. But this is not to shrink back, but to find better opportunities for attack.

Under the crow mask, a pair of clear eyes calmly looked at the wild hunting soldier closing to him, just like the crazy hunters and monsters she had fought against in her dreams. In the hunting of dreams, she already knew this, retreating is not necessarily to escape, it may be to lead you into a trap. The heavy armor of Wild Hunt fired the bullets of the musket, but was helpless when faced with the silver sword inlaid with runes.

Wandering, testing.

Light and vicious.

A wild hunter shivered and fell to the ground. Irene's sword swing was so fast that he was pierced through the ribs before he could make any movements. With a successful blow, Irene quickly backed away and distanced herself from the enemy who was chasing up. A few jumped to avoid the cut blades, and the crow cloak was hunting in the night breeze. She knows how to deal with a single enemy, knows how to deal with a siege of multiple enemies, and knows what actions to take when encountering a huge enemy.

Blocking, swinging the sword, another enemy fell.

She has done the same action many times, a thousand times? Ten thousand times? She didn't know, just as she didn't know how many rebirths she had experienced in Yanan's dream. Countless times of reincarnation, countless battles, the double swords are like extended arms in her hands, flexible and free. No one has experienced such ordeals. Fighting in a lucid dream, every death is the beginning of the next battle. She clearly remembers every battle and fight with every kind of enemy, either death or life, in victory. Learn from experience and sum up lessons in death, hoping to be the last person to live in the next battle.

The black crow hovered in the sky, and Irene sighed softly. She lowered her body and looked at the wild hunter who passed the corpse of her companion and continued to surround her.

With a bang, a wild hunter stepped on the explosion trap that Irene had already arranged here. This was the one she had selected from the props provided by Zelin before the battle began. The explosion of flames instantly enveloped the hapless wild hunter, but Irene wouldn't think it could wipe out all enemies. The smoke hadn't dissipated, and the remaining wild hunt had already passed the fallen colleague's corpse and rushed towards the enemy in front of him.

Accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air, the dark blade aimed at the crow hunter's head and smashed down. This was the opportunity Irene was waiting for. She has no idea how many times she has faced the same situation. As usual, the blade of the left hand bit the attacker's weapon, Irene turned his wrist slightly to deflect the power from the sword, and the other hand shook violently, and Wild Hunt's hands holding the weapon were neatly chopped off. But the swing of the blade did not stop, and the spear pierced from the other side bounced back with her hand. She came back and slashed the throat of another enemy close to her body.

No one could catch up with this stabbed crow. A wild hunting team was gradually broken up in the battle, and Irene seized the opportunity to destroy them one by one. They chased the hunters but couldn't catch up. When they were about to return, they would be attacked by Irene who appeared in the shadows. One after another wild hunting corpses lay all over the edge of the woodland and bushes. In the end, a wild hunter rushed over, but the result was only to be dismounted by the explosion of a bomb.

The enemy kept coming around, the crow hunter dexterously changed his position, wild hunting chasing and blocking, but even the feathers of the crow cloak could not be touched. The blade hidden in the feathers glowed in the moonlight, and made a crisp sound with the hunter's movements, like the wailing of a mourning banshee, and like the death knell of death.

"Irene!"

A flash of light passed by the crow hunter, and the wild hunter trying to sneak from the side was hit, convulsed and fell into the bushes.

"Thanks, little girl."

Irene shook the cloak, and the blade under the feather shot out like a whirlwind. The wild hunter who was chasing behind was caught off guard, and then was cut open by the double swords. It covered her neck and fell to the ground. Irene made a backhand. , Pierced its chest and completely cut off the possibility of struggle. "I have no problem here."

Virginia's hands were tense together, and a gleam of restoration magic appeared in her palms, and a warm current wrapped her body under the feather cloak. Irene's body tightened, then she relaxed under the soothing of magic. The fatigue and soreness caused by the battle faded like tides. When the body relaxed, the blood began to agitate. Irene took a deep breath, so that her lungs could no longer breathe in any trace of air, incense. The smell made her almost lost.

After exhaling a heavy breath, Irene sighed slightly, her clear eyes were covered with a touch of laziness for an instant, and then she was replaced by the firmness of the battle. "Your magic works, little girl, but someone needs it more than I do. Going north, I just saw a man under siege. He may need help."

"I got it."

Virginia replied, and she urged the ghost horse to run in the direction Irene pointed.

After Virginia left, Irene took off the mask, and the nosebleed was flowing from the tip of her small nose. She wiped off the blood, but only turned her face into a flower. There was a voice in her heart telling her that she needed blood, that magical blood, and that she needed only a small bottle, and she could become more It's stronger now, instead of rushing out and biting like a mouse that has been hiding in the shadows while the enemy is not paying attention. She can turn into a whirlwind of death, just like she hunted in a dreamland those crazy hunters and beast monsters who didn't know how many times she had killed them.

Irene stomped angrily to calm herself down.

"It's really bad." She didn't know whether she was talking about herself or complaining about the battle. But what responded to Irene's voice was the wailing of the cursed. She turned her head and looked indifferently at the monsters emerging from the ground. These monsters seemed to treat her as a pedestrian alone, a prey that could make them feast on.

The crow mask blocked the handsome face again.

"You made a mistake."

The cold light flickered, and the hovering black crow let out an unknown scream.

On the other side of the battlefield, three viper hunters surrounded by wild hunting demon spirits, Resso, Oaks, and Cerret are fighting back frantically, like a cobra standing upright and bulging its temporal bone muscles, any offense close to them Everyone will pay a painful price for their actions. Without words, the clash of swords is their best response. Resso pierced the dagger into the wild hunter's throat, then grabbed its body and threw it towards the other three wild hunters who rushed over. Wild Hunt collided with each other, and Oakes and Serritt left and right, suddenly jumped up, like a predator leaping towards its prey.

Clang! The blade hit the blade, followed by the muffled noise of the poisonous blade piercing the body.

"Find someone else." Resso said to the schoolmate brother, and he waved his hand. "There are too many wild hunts. Find the woman to be rescued and send a signal to tell others to retreat."

Reso looked around. They dispersed during the battle. Three viper school hunters approached the Hanged Ghost Tree while fighting, but more and more wild hunts forced them to find a better fighting location. More than forty corpses of wild hunting warriors have fallen by their side, but they have been gradually forced out of the range of the hanged ghost tree.

"Maybe there is a summoner in the wild hunt. We should find it, kill it, and completely block the portal." Oaks calmly analyzed. If the snake is a cold-blooded animal, then these snake school demon hunters are at least The fighting style perfectly interprets the creatures that represent their school, calmly fighting, calmly analyzing the battle situation, calmly judging the situation, and will not cause any fluctuations in their emotions due to any external factors. Facing a powerful enemy in silence, and accepting victory or defeat indifferently after the battle. "Otherwise this battle will never end."

"You're right, brother." Reso said, he took out a north wind from his waist, his thick arms rounded round, and threw it hard in the direction behind Oakes. A group of wild hunting soldiers rushed towards the snake hunter demon hunters standing on the hillside in square formations. The north wind made an arc in the night and fell into the wild hunt. The next moment, the burst of frost completely enveloped them.

When the frost dissipated, the Wild Hunt soldiers still maintained a running posture. Under the moonlight, Wild Hunt's heavy armor was covered with a layer of crystal clear ice.

"Let's go." Reso said to the others, no one paid attention to the frozen wild hunts. They were holding swords, and three viper hunters walked towards the hanged ghost tree shrouded in flames. Behind them, the sculpture of Wild Hunt collapsed and shattered amidst the harsh sounds of clicking.

With the sound of horseshoes, Virginia rushed here. She didn't see Reso and the others, but she happened to ran into Lambert. A wild hunter was rushing towards the demon hunter. Lambert stood there, motionless, Virginia gripped both hands, preparing to use magic to knock the wild hunter off the horse, but then she realized it was. I'm too worried. The skeletal horse of the Wild Hunter suddenly tripped, and the rider on his back threw it forward and rolled with the horse several times on the ground. Lambert took the opportunity to rush up and stabbed the Wild Hunter to the ground with a sword.

"Where are the others?!" Virginia yelled.

"That tree, I don't know." Lambert drew the sword out and subconsciously wiped it clean with the corner of his clothes. A skeleton was breaking out of the ground under his feet, but before it crawled out, he kicked it to the head. "There are too many of them, little girl, you are a mage. It's best to hide behind and cast spells. You can't adapt to the battle ahead. Oh? What are you riding? What kind of dark magic is this?"

Virginia didn't answer, she cast a restoration magic on Lambert, and immediately urged the ghost horse to run towards the hanged ghost tree. The towering tree was completely covered by the rising fireworks.

"If you see Eskell or Geralt, tell them, I don't know where that old man has gone!"

Virginia heard Lambert's yelling behind her, and she raised her arm and waved vigorously to signal that she heard it. In front of her, the battle near the hanged ghost tree became more intense.

Chapter 1391 The Girl of War

"Come on, you monsters! Come on!"

The Dragonborn waved his sword, flicked the long sword with his left hand, and pierced the breastplate of the Wild Hunt soldier with a sword with his right. The sturdy muscles flicked vigorously on the thighs and arms wrapped in leather armor. With the action of swinging the sword, the headless corpse of wild hunt knelt at the feet of the dragonborn, melting in the flowing smoke, like in the sun. Under melting ice.

She didn't know what happened to wild hunting. This must be the magic that constitutes the demon spirit knight. But she didn't care about these things, she wielded a sword, attacking wild hunts, or undead ghosts, one after another.

Terrible monster, an army of demon spirits. For others, this is a terrible place, an evil place, but for the Nords, it reminds her of ancient legends. Isgrammer and the five hundred heroes travelled on a long ship, braved the wind and waves, arrived in the new continent, fought with terrible enemies one after another, defeated them, and finally opened up a piece of land for the Nords. Dragonborn knows this well. She is a Nord, a standard Nord. Now she wants to know if she returns to the Hall of Valor and tells the dead Nord heroes about the battle, will they also Praise her, give her the name of a hero, and welcome her to sit at the long table in the Hall of Valor and sit alongside other heroes.

This is her battle, Gnaiya's battle, which belongs to Gnaiya's legend, not the dragonborn, and it is not the path that has long been set in the prophecy.

She wants people to sing the battle story of a girl named Gnaiya, a legend of the Nords, not the song of the dragonborn. In the end, when she arrived at the end and stood in front of the Hall of Valor again, people would welcome her and cheer for her because she was Gnaiya, not because of the identity and blood of the dragonborn.

Gnaiya laughed loudly, a frost giant finally couldn't bear the continuous blows, and crashed to the ground in front of the dragonborn. Gnaiya jumped up, and the two silver swords with cold light pierced into the giant's chest fiercely one after another like mountain picks embedded in ice. The giant wailed and waved his hand, trying to catch the dragonborn, but he caught nothing. The skills trained during the battle with various evil beasts made the dragonborn flexibly avoid the outstretched palms, and then grabbed the hilt with both hands, and under the action of gravity, pulled down the sword blade pierced into the chest with all its strength. The giant screamed and fell heavily to the ground with Gnaiya on him.

After a while, the blood-covered dragonborn crawled out from under the giant's corpse.

She wiped off the sticky blood from the corners of her eyes. Suddenly, a sharp wind came from her ears, and she suddenly shook her legs, which were standing apart. The assailant's head flew out and rolled twice on the ground and disappeared into the bushes.

There was another wild hunting corpse that was thawing beside her.

He raised his head and looked around. Gnaiya suddenly found that there were more than 20 dead bodies lying around her by wild hunting, but more unconscious demon spirits and the cursed were surrounded. They staggered and surrounded the dragonborn. Supervisor Gnaiya saw that Virginia was riding a ghost horse, shuttled on the battlefield like a fast-moving artillery. The wizard girl threw a lightning bolt and hit the wild hunter who was chasing her behind her. The knight fell from the horse, but a boot was still hung in the stirrup, dragged by the skeleton horse with lightning on her body. Disappeared in the dark night.

At this time, in the gap between the monsters about to close, the Dragonborn caught a glimpse of Zelin. The demon hunter was hanging by the wall of fire next to the ghost tree, fighting a wild hunter holding a two-handed axe.

Zelin had already killed him close to the place under the hanged ghost tree. More and more undead surrounded him. The wild hounds jumped silently, but they were all hit by an invisible force in mid-air. Flew back in the direction of the flight. The white light flickered, and Maria's figure appeared in front of a cursed knight, splitting it in two from her waist before the cursed could react. Before the severed upper body slipped to the ground, the deadly white shadow appeared behind a wild hound again, and a sword stabbed the hound to the ground. Silent and invisible, vicious and deadly, so that there was an open space without any monsters around Zelin, who was supposed to be besieged by wild hunting and demon spirits.

With silver swords and black axes intertwined, Zelin attacked the left side of the wild hunter with a vicious sword dance. He knew the opponent's name, Nislila, a wild hunting captain, who was now blocking him. Several times in a row, Zelin's blade pierced Nislila's abdomen at a tricky angle, but hit the face of the erected axe. The flames of Igni Fayin burst out, and returned home under the defensive magic of Nislila.