The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Ah? Oh, um. Zelin." Hezer sighed softly and waved his remaining hand. "You scared me."

"What you look like, I guess a mouse can scare you."

Zelin made a joke, but the effect was not very useful. Looking at Hezer's somewhat hesitant face, he decided to ask himself.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I didn't think about it."

"Lying." Zelin returned Hazel's words when he woke up intact.

"I really didn't think about it."

"Did you know, Heyzer? According to my observation, if a person is deliberately lying, when it is still an obvious lie, her left hand will subconsciously scratch the back of her head."

Hezer wanted to withdraw her left hand in amazement, but only then did she think that she had no left hand anymore.

"You are lying to me again." She knocked Zelin's shoulder fiercely with the rest of her hand, but with Hazel's current strength, her knock felt almost nothing to the demon hunter. "You and Leonard lied to me together and comforted me by saying that there is a cure. The world is getting more and more dangerous. I have no ability to move. Taking me with you will only kill you all."

Zelin looked at Hezer, and Hezer continued to look at the candlelight, as if he could see something in it. In these years, self-sacrificing is a rare virtue.

"You don't want to go with us because you think you are a burden on our journey." Hezer did not answer, but looking in her eyes, Zelin knew that he was right. "You think you are a burden. The reason is that you don't have the ability to fight. You can only write soul magic that any magician can use. For this world, if you want to survive, these magics are far from enough. Am I right?"

Hazel did not speak.

Zelin did not say a more important reason.

After becoming like this, Hezer couldn't find a reason to continue living. Her dream was shattered, and her only relative was dead. The death of her father must have brought her a lot of pressure, but under the urging of this pressure, she thought she was climbing up and moving towards the goal of gaining more strength-learning crystal magic-but in fact, she was actually It was walking towards the abyss step by step in a beautiful illusion, and was pierced when it took the last step. It's not so much that she doesn't want to leave, it's better to say that she wants to die here. If Zelin and Dragonborn did not come here, and she became a maggot in Rosaria’s bedroom, it is estimated that even if someone came up to cut her with a knife, she would not do anything, but lay on the ground. Waiting for death.

"Look at this, Hazel."

Zelin took out a wooden box, which he and the Dragonborn found at the place where the old crystallized man died, the relic left by the old crystallized man to his daughter.

Hazel lowered her eyes, and then she raised her head, her mouth stretched, and a trace of anger flashed in her eyes. "Are you here to remind me that I am a born trash?"

"No, Hezer, no matter what you want to say, whatever you want to do, but before you make a decision, you must look at this." Zelin said seriously to Hezer. The vertical pupils are opposite those brown pupils. The original **** hair tips have been dimmed by this curse, and gray silk can already be seen in the temples. "After you finish reading, no matter what you think, follow us or stay, I will support your decision."

Hazel looked down at the wooden box in Zelin's hand. She stretched out her hand, but her hand was stiff in the air. Zelin looked at her without urging or giving her any look. This is a memory belonging to Heyzer, no matter whether she faces it or not, she should choose by herself.

She didn't open the wooden box, but deliberately left the relic in the woodland. Is it just because she didn't want to think of her father's death?

No, it is definitely not the case.

She could hide it from others, but she could not hide it from Zelin's eyes.

She was worried that she was sorry to her father for what she looked like now, and she was sorry for the dedication and expectation of the old man. That's why she chose to open the wooden box after completing the rebirth ceremony. In this way, no matter what is in it, whether it is the father's expectation, the father's reproach, the father's encouragement or the father's resentment, she can accept it with confidence, and use her own strength to achieve it and complete it.

But now, everything has become a beautiful dream. When she woke up from the dream, she fell into the dark reality. The dream can't go back anymore, everything in the past is only the black wooden box in front of me, the unknown thing locked inside.

After more than ten seconds of silence, Hezer grabbed the wooden box, as if she was afraid that she would regret throwing it out, she used her only hand to tear off the sealed note in a panic. The note for her daughter was thrown away by her hand, and then she lifted the wooden cover hard.

There are no magic scrolls, no magic accessories, and no potion amulet.

A letter lay quietly in it.

Hazel picked up the envelope, tore it open with her teeth, and spit out the scraps of paper from her mouth. She took out the letter.

[Hazel, my dear daughter. 】

Familiar handwriting came into view.

[When you read this letter, I should be dead. Please forgive me for the harshness and evaluation of you in the past. There is one thing I must tell you. You are a clever child, a kind child, you have a high magic talent, maybe I keep saying that your talent is very poor, the speed of learning magic is very slow, and the mastery of magic is insufficient, but if in Peter You must be the best student in Heimlong College. I hope you forgive me for lying to you, you are not a stupid person, you are the most suitable kid to learn magic, crystal magic is not a trouble for you, I believe that if you just show magic talent, I will If I teach you the magic of crystallization, maybe you are about to be qualified to wear my big hat. 】

[Yes, I lied to you because I don't want you to learn crystal magic. When I took over this big hat representing inheritance from my master, I learned that crystal magic is not only a powerful magic, the creator of crystal magic is the betrayer of the ancient dragon, the **** of the ancient times, nothing The scaled dragon, the white dragon Hiss. It is said that Bailong once built a towering castle that the world looks up to, just to collect its collection of books that almost contains all the knowledge of the world. Our ancestor, the greatest mage of mankind, the Big Hat Logan was studying the notes of the White Dragon Heath, leaving behind this powerful crystalline magic. But crystal magic is not a spell belonging to human beings. Every researcher of crystal magic will inevitably end in madness. Our ancestor, Logan the Big Hat, died of the ultimate madness. 】

[I love you, my daughter, I don’t want you to end up with me, the same ending as other crystallization researchers—crazy and death. But I can't tell this story, I swear to my master, so please forgive my lies and blows to you. If someone kills me in the end, Hazel, you must not hate that person. I know I can’t hold on for long. If someone can kill me after I’m crazy, it’s the best result for me. This is my relief. 】

[Live well and find your own life, Hazel. ————-Love your father forever]

Hazel lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly. She thought of her father's anger in the past when she wanted to secretly look at the crystal magic scroll. It was not because her stupidity would defile the scroll, but she didn't want her to go crazy. She thought that she was urged to leave by her father and came to the quiet church. It was not because she was disgusted with her talent and disappointed in her studies and wanted to drive her away, but she hoped that she could stay away from danger and rely on the crystallization of the relationship between the old man and other people. , Send her to Peterheim and leave the place of right and wrong in Losric.

Memories of the past scene after scene flooded into my mind, just like something that was rushing to the corner of my eye.

Live, study, travel, bit by bit.

Click.

A tear fell on the letter paper. Hazel's shoulders trembled slightly, and her mouth tightened, trying to suppress the voice, but she failed. The big teardrops of soybeans scrambled to squeeze out, dripping down the chin on the letter, dripping on the seal on the ground, wet the line for the daughter.

"It's not a shame to cry, Hezer." Zelin patted Hezer on the shoulder and whispered in her ear. "The past has passed, and we still have a long way to go."

Hazel wrapped Zelin's neck with one hand, his forehead leaned against his chest, tears streaming out like a bank.

The candlelight was shining, and the face of the sculpture looked at the stories happening in this hall day after day. In the silent bedroom, only Hezer's presumptuous howling was left.

Chapter 1427: Goal Leng Ligu

They have packed their luggage, just as Hezer has packed his heart.

She found a new goal-to live in this chaotic world, just as her father expected. She will leave with Zelin and the others, but she can no longer walk, nor can she ride a horse without her legs. How to make her keep up with everyone's pace has become a problem. For this, Longyi thought of a good way.

"Well, is this really good?"

Hazel asked Gnaiya with a slightly embarrassed face, she lowered her head and looked at herself. Now Hazel is wrapped in a blanket, and the blanket is tied to Zelin's back by hemp rope. The Dragonborn pulled the rope vigorously to make sure that Hazel would not slip down while they were on their way.

"Of course it's okay." Gnaiya grinned and patted the blanket. "Don't worry about getting him tired. Your body is very light. He has carried something heavier than your weight. If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me. Leonard knows that one can go around the mountain in front of you. He said that we don’t have to venture into the dangerous catacombs of Casas and go directly to Irushiel. Our road must take a long time. If you are uncomfortable, don’t bear it. Tell me, I To help you adjust."

"Okay, okay, this is... it really troubles you." Hazel said to the Dragonborn gratefully.

The Dragonborn collected three branches in the woodland outside the quiet church and made three simple trekking poles. When handing one of them to Zelin, she deliberately snorted, as if expressing dissatisfaction. Regarding this, Zelin could only smile bitterly in his heart. This terrible ‘great’ idea that Gnaiya came up with is definitely her intentional revenge. But what can he say? He can't say anything. Moreover, compared to making a wheelchair, this is indeed the most suitable method, although Zelin originally expected the coolie to be the ghost horse Avak, not himself.

As for the rest, Gnaiya stuffed it all into the saddle bags on both sides of the ghost horse.

"Where did you get this thing?"

At the appearance of Avak, Leonard rarely showed a look of surprise in his tone. At first he thought it was a monster rushing out, but fortunately, Zelin stopped him before he did it.

"One, a place far away from here." Compared to Losric, Skyrim was indeed far enough. Zelin didn't tell all the truth, just let Leonard and Heizer guess for the time being. It's not the time to tell everything. "I was lucky to get it. To be honest, I didn't expect to get it."

"Very far away..." Leonard pondered for a moment, and then raised his head. "Dolan Gureg? I heard that the flame there has been extinguished. Some time ago, the Dolan Knights and many of them lived there. It’s really unfortunate for people to travel a long distance here. I’m afraid they think the flames here are still burning.”

"Yeah, it's unfortunate. They just came from a place where the flame was extinguished to a place that was about to go out." Zelin shrugged. "I know someone who came here, Lucatier of Miller. She is an undead, but she is a little bit sane."

"Okay, the chat time is over, we should set off." Gnaiya patted the saddle bag on the side of the ghost horse and pulled it hard. After she was sure she would not fall off halfway, she urged the others. "We'd better find a campsite before night falls."

The group of people began to walk along the outer wall of the quiet church, bypassing the church, and stepping on the forest path covered with fallen leaves in the direction of Irushiel. The outline of the church gradually faded away. Gradually, when Zelin looked back again, the dead church was hidden between dead branches and rugged mountains and rocks, completely gone.

At the beginning, there were only withered trees and weeds in the mud pool around them, and the rancid smell of the corpses was mixed with the fragrance of pine resin from time to time. When night fell, as if after crossing a certain boundary, the dead trees began to disappear, and the ground was on the ground. The weeds are gradually replaced by blue-gray rocks. The road became narrow and steep, and they began to walk up a mountain. The demon hunter knew this. When he and the giant blacksmith escaped from Arnor Lund, the blacksmith climbed the mountains with his back and bypassed the underground prison that had long been occupied by various terrible monsters. In the past, the prison was originally an intersection with the three cities of Losric, Ilusil, and the capital of crime, but since the capital of crime was burned down, the prison has become eerie and terrifying. Until now, It is also a place where many people are reluctant to go.