The Journey of the Demon Hunter

In the three consecutive confrontations, the collision of the Griffon silver sword and the black iron chopping axe sparked in the air, and the power of the seal collided with the magic of wild hunting. The icy frost of Alder was blocked by the shield, and the frost that gushed out was divided in two in front of the Kunen's Seal. Zelin raised the sword in his hand and bit the opponent's weapon tightly. However, the facts proved that this was a mistake. A chill immediately appeared on Nislira's magic weapon, and the frost spread over the Griffon blade at a speed visible to the naked eye. Zelin flicked the axe blade vigorously, the fire bursting from the blade destroyed the frost, and the ice thorn flying out of Nislila's hand was ushered in again. But the ice thorn did not hit Zelin, but became slow under the influence of the Fayin of Yaden, lost power, fell to the ground, and was crushed by the fighting two.

Zelin circled a semicircle, his sword swaying from side to side, testing the enemy. Nislila responded to the demon hunter's provocation in the same way. The demon hunter heard a thunder-like sound from a distance, and a skeleton skull fell in front of him and rolled several times, staring at the sky with eyes that had lost the flame of the soul. A flying rib hit Nislila's helmet with a thud. The demon hunter took the opportunity to sway a sword. At this time, Nislila slammed his hand on the ground, and the spell burst like an Alder sweep, but Zelin was not caught off guard. This was not an attack at all, he was a neat one. Jump back to avoid the magic range. He tasted the bitterness of the ashes, and several blown weeds slowly fell between the hair of the demon hunter.

"If I were you, I would turn around and watch behind me."

Zelin showed a sincere appearance.

"If I were you." Nislila played a trick with an axe and looked at Zelin vigilantly. "I wouldn't think such a low-level deception would work."

His fighting skills are superb. Zelin doesn't know much about axes, but he can realize that the opponent in front of him is a master of combat. His combat skills are combined with spells that can be cast instantly, just like a hunter in a wild hunt. Demon hunter. Zelin didn't know whether Wild Hunt would also use potions to fight. He had left two wounds on Nislila's body before, but now they are nowhere to be seen. Under the stimulation of the thunder potion, Zelin firmly squeezed the hilt of the silver sword, and once again assumed a swordsmanship start-up style, with blue veins on his tight arms. Nislila also made a fighting posture, ready to deal with an attack from the front.

"Fus!"

Nislila was directly hit by the thrust coming from behind, losing his balance and ramming in the direction of Zelin. Under the action of the blizzard potion, the pupils of the demon hunter were almost thin into a gap, and he swung a sword accurately and fiercely. Nislila tried to block, and they passed by, but this time there was no sound of blade collision. Zelin still maintained the action of swinging down the blade, Nislila staggered forward a few steps behind him, loosened the hand holding the axe weakly, and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Shameless human!" Nislila yelled, clutching her abdomen. "Despicable mutant!"

Zelin turned around, walked towards Nislira with the sword in his hand, and whistled.

"I reminded you, but you don't listen, do you blame me?"

Without waiting for Nislila to say anything, the Griffon silver sword suddenly swung down, and the Wild Hunt Captain fell silently, and the ice thorn hidden in his hand lost its strength and slipped out.

"Don't talk nonsense with these monster corpses," Gnaiya said. She kicked away the undead corpses in front of her. While watching the surroundings vigilantly, Zhao Zelin approached "Where are the people we want to save?"

"Come with me, right here, someone has already passed by."

Geralt chopped down two Wild Hunt soldiers and rushed through the flames while Zelin entangled Nislila. Zelin didn't know if Geralt had rescued Yenafa now, just as he wouldn't know what happened near Ain El's time vortex.

The light blue magic circle flashed dazzling light again, and Nislila half-kneeled on the ground, clutching her abdomen. He took off the skull helmet and smashed the helmet to the ground angrily.

"Shameless barbarian, only the **** who knows the sneak attack!"

Nislila raised his head, and many wild hunts have been defeated in battle and thrown out of the ritual field where magic is projected. Only a few people can stand, and some people are fainted by the pain before death. There is no doubt that this must be the result of a magical attack. Annoying moans one after another in the hall of magic.

"Shut up, Nislira, be quiet!" The pale navigator held his staff and sat cross-legged on the ground, staring straight at the deep purple pattern on the floor of the hall. That is a picture scroll depicting stars.

"Lettisha, use your magic to get us back! To open the portal, we have to go with our real bodies, not the projections that allow us to exert less than one-tenth of our power, and the projections can't even make it. Our magic armor and weapons are working!" Nislila stood up and walked towards the navigator. It's ridiculous, they will be defeated by those simple magic, and will lose to a group of mutant swordsmen. The sages are unwilling to provide them with magical assistance, they cannot get magical support, and Karan Hill cannot open a teleportation channel for them to allow them to come in real form. They are like manipulating string puppets, manipulating bodies projected to another world on this planet.

Not to mention, these soldiers are not really wild hunting at all! Except for Nislila, the others were just a group of ordinary soldiers, summoned by Eredin, and were thrown into the battlefield after only learning how to use projection to fight. Eredin had his own plan, and he didn't want to reveal it. Nislila didn't care about these things, but their defeat made him feel aggrieved.

"Those barbarians must pay the price! This battle is not over yet!"

"I said." The navigator took a deep breath and hugged the staff in his arms, revealing the disgust on his face when he was interrupted by contemplation. "Shut up!"

"His Majesty Eredin's hunt did not seem to go smoothly." At this time, Nislila noticed that there were elves in this hall that were not wild hunting. A seat of Gael in white clothed his back with one hand behind him, looking at the wild hunt that was defeated and returned. His gaze met Nislila's angry gaze, and Gail nodded indifferently and made a please gesture. "The new reinforcements will be here soon, and I hope that His Majesty Eredin can take us out of the shadow of Hoarfrost. You can rest assured until you can play again."

The fully armed elf soldiers walked neatly into the magic hall and walked into the ceremonial field. After the wild hunter was defeated, the vacancy left by the wild hunter was completely covered by the light of magic.

"If you don't have magical support, or let us descend on our bodies." Nislila walked to the opposite side of Gal and stretched out a finger. "We are not as threatening as the monsters and unicorns raging outside the magic barrier!"

Gail still had the calm look on his face, but there was a faint seriousness in it. "The sages refused to tell me where Avalak went. Without Avalak's instruction, there would be no wizards affiliated with the sages to help you. As agreed, your actions will be won by Ain El. Reinforcement, but you must fight without magical support."

The first thousand and ninety-two chapters of the dead souls of the past

"Ye!"

Geralt was the first to rush under the hanged ghost tree.

Ye Naifah hangs on a branch, with his hands tied behind him, shaking slightly, like a rag hanging by the bed, or like a tortured female warlock, hung from a wooden stalk, the roots of the big tree are already burning. When he got up, the flames licked the blood and stains of the female warlock's feet from time to time. She opened her bloodshot eyes. Maybe the blood on her face made her eyes look not so abnormal, but it was the most terrifying thing. She bleeds too much, and the gap between the blood stains reveals that pale to terrible skin, and a pool of blood has formed on the ground. Maybe she is about to die, has lost too much blood, or is choked to death by the blood in her throat.

"Geralt..." The sorcerer looked weakly at the demon hunter who appeared in front of her. "Be careful, the monster is still here."

"Hold it up, Ye." Geralt made Alderfayin's gesture, and the flames under the tree trunk were scattered, sparks scattered nearby and were trampled out again. "I will let you down."

"No, Geralt..."

"It's over, Ye, I'll take you away."

"No..."

"You need to recuperate, wait for me..."

"Don't come here, Geralt."

"Ye?"

"He's right here..." Ye Naifah said wearily. "Geralt, you elm head, don't you understand me? Take out your sword, Geralt, don't come over and protect yourself. The monster is here, he's going to kill you."

The trunk was already burning, Geralt extinguished the flame that was about to burn on the legs of Yennefah’s riding pants, but the giant tree was about to be swallowed by the flames, the trunk squeaked overwhelmingly, and the black figure swayed in the flames. As if it was going to disappear into the flames with the toppling tree trunk in the next moment.

"You are safe, Ye, we are here to help you." Geralt gave up the idea of ​​extinguishing the flame. He thought it might be caused by the fireball bombardment when they launched the attack, but it doesn't seem to be the case now. The ground nearby was scorched, and thin ice that had almost melted wet the ground. After being ignited by the flames, it was hit by an ice storm. The nearby flames were extinguished. The charred branches were like the corpses after the fire. Only this tree was still burning. "That demon can never take you from me again, he can't."

Frost appeared uncharacteristically before the burning flames, and Geralt heard the familiar and unforgettable voice.

"You should listen to her, so that you can at least fall down holding the sword." Eredin's figure emerged in the hoarfrost, a two-meter-high body between Geralt and Yenafa." Save yourself some dignity, and you know what the outcome will be."

"The end is that the King of Wild Hunt fell under the sword of the Demon Hunter. The Demon Hunter rescued the Sorceress and annihilated the Demon Spirit Knight." Geralt held the sword and stared at the King of Wild Hunt who was blocking his path. "Yes, I also know how it will end."

"Quick tongue can't save you, Demon Hunter." There was a suppressed laughter from under the skull mask, and Eredin put the sword on his shoulder, and the complicated locked heavy armor rattled with his movements. "You can't save her, this woman, you can't do anything."

Hoarfrost surrounds Eredin, guarding him like an armor. But Geralt couldn't feel the slightest chill, there was no cold here, only burning anger, enough to burn all the anger. He took a fighting pose, narrowed his eyes into a gap, and walked in a semicircle in front of Eredin, looking for any opportunity he could take advantage of. Ye Naifa let out a groan, the branches burned, and a spark fell on his shoulders, leaving a little mark.

"Ereding!"

What sounded at the same time as the sound was the roar of hand cannon fire. Zelin jumped over the burning wall of fire and jumped into the open space under the hanged ghost tree, followed by the dragon descendant. Ye Naifa let out a scream, and the burning tree began to tilt, as if it was about to fall down the next moment.

"Stop!"

Geralt rushed towards Eredin, but the air bursting around Eredin pushed him back to where he was. Zelin looked at the scene in front of him with some surprise. The hand cannon did hit Eredin by surprise. Perhaps it seemed like this. Eredin did not dodge or even made a defensive action, but the metal shell of the hand cannon went straight through. Passing Eredin's body, hitting the trunk of the hanged ghost tree behind, bursting out a large swath of sparks. Eredin stood in front of him, but there was no such thing, like a virtual demon spirit, the body of the King of Wild Hunt was blurred a bit, and the physical appearance was restored.

Zelin didn't know the reason, but the steel weapon was ineffective against Erudin.

"Ah, another demon hunter. A demon hunter who also travels through the worlds but has no knowledge of the power being used. It is really blasphemous. The branch of the gates of the world is used by creatures with no magical experience and knowledge. ." Eredin turned the red eyes under the skull mask to the newly-appearing Zelin. "Do you think your shuttle behavior is safe? You are groping blindly in the treasure house, and you can only move forward step by step with luck, but you don't know that you are walking on a single-plank bridge. There is a fatal trap below. But it doesn't matter, Dh'oine , Ess\'tedd, essecreasa (the time has come, the time has come), I will appreciate the appearance of you falling to death."

"Your soldiers have been wiped out, Eredin, your army has been defeated, and your monsters have escaped." Zelin said, he put away his hand cannon, stared at Eredin, and looked at the leaning tree trunk. The flames are spreading above. "Give Ye Naifah to us."

"Really? Why not try this?"

Eredin held a virtual hold with her left hand, with five skeleton-like fingers pointing to the palm of her hand, and squeezed into a claw, as if pulling something out of the ground with force, a ghost rose on the ground following his movements. When the body completely left the ground, the ghost opened his eyes glowing with ghost flames, grinned viciously, and stared straight at Zelin. Zelin knew this soul, and when the ghost's face appeared, he already knew who it was. Geralt rushed to Ereding again, the silver sword slashed left and right, but he still couldn't hurt Ereding any bit. It's just that this has been unable to attract Zelin's attention.

"Burhart..."

"I'm here to take your life, Demon Hunter!" The ghoul-like bounty hunter smiled triumphantly, the evil spirit laughed, his grin almost split his face in two. Mouth. "I can smell your soul! Is it trembling, Demon Hunter?! You killed me in front of the demon spirit knight, and you gave me a second chance! Now, it's your turn to die! Come on! Come on! Let's dance!"

The sword of the bounty hunter was as fast as lightning, without any unnecessary nonsense, it attacked the demon hunter at the moment it appeared. The poisonous snake that spit out the letter had found its target, and the blade pierced the demon hunter's abdomen at a tricky angle. His speed was so fast that the dragonborn who focused all of their attention on Eredin could not have time. Swing the sword out. But at the moment Berhart appeared, Zelin had already put a lot of energy on the ghost of the bounty hunter. Like Maria, the solidified soul constitutes the sword of the bounty hunter. He controls the sword better and is more intelligent. The sword in his hand is integrated with him. When he stabs this blow, there is no trace of it. His hesitation and hesitation, as if he had already known that a sword pierced in this way would surely win.

This sword infused all the anger and hatred of the bounty hunter, as well as his unique cunning. The blade that was supposed to be pierced into the abdomen flicked, and instead took it straight to the throat of the demon hunter. The Dragonborn had already drew out the sword, ready to pounce on the enemy close at hand, but her movements were still a step slower. The ghost of the bounty hunter did not make any defense, he did not intend to defend at all. Even if it was this blow that opened his door, even if it was this blow, he had no time to take care of the attacks from around him, but in the eyes of the bounty hunter that had not changed since they turned into demon spirits, Zelin read him. The hate that has been seen in the past, there is no more hatred.