The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"My magic will tear you to pieces!"

A huge fireball shot through the air, burning the ghouls and skeletons in the distance to ashes. Virginia sighed, and put down her hands in frustration. After they entered the ground, the magician's magic power was almost always in a state of exhaustion and about to be exhausted. Every time when a strange sound sounded, accompanied by a light blue whirlwind, her magic power was swept away from her body like gravel.

"You don't answer... Do you have to let me use your... harsh language?"

"Are you going to end something that you can't end by yourself?"

The voice became clearer and clearer, and the demon hunter understood what it meant. He looked at Virginia curiously. The Cyrodir girl looked very young, unlike the old ones in the grave. The creatures are linked.

"Have you been here before?"

"No, I've never been here. I've only lived in Winterhold for a while throughout Skyrim." Virginia shook her head "But...but this sound is strange..."

"Yes."

Zelin understands what Virginia is suspicious, she is a clever girl and can naturally notice something wrong

This voice is full of ridicule and disdain for the intruder, but at the same time, he hopes that the intruder can retreat. Such contradictory language had to make Zelin guess what the owner of the voice deep in the ruins thought. Will the gardener be able to persuade the pests that invade the garden? Or will it force the pests to leave as soon as possible? Neither, he will shoot the pests to death with tools.

"Is this a trap? Or is it just a bluff to let us get out of here?" Virginia sat on a stone chair, and when he went deep into Labrinxian, the ancient Nord ruins gradually appeared in front of them. Arch bridges made of stone, rooms carved out of the rocks, many yellowed books remain in the ancient stone cabinets, and the institutions embedded in the walls are still operating. Thanks to the stone craftsmanship of the ancient Nords, the demon hunters can imagine the situation in those days from the relatively well-preserved scenes. "We must be more careful. I have to think about it and make a plan..."

Virginia rubbed the corners of the loose robe, frowning, talking to herself from time to time, but in the end it always ended with shaking her head. Zelin walked to the bookcase, where the old books were turned into fragments under the touch of his fingers.

"What are we here for?"

The Demon Hunter asked nonchalantly.

The mage girl was shocked, "Of course it was to get the Magnus Staff..."

"So, if there is a powerful creature inside and let us leave, shall we turn our heads and leave?"

"Of course not, I have to use the rod to deal with Ancano..." Before finishing speaking, Virginia understood what Zelin meant.

"So, don't think about those useless. Go in and get the staff, and then go back to the winter fort as soon as possible." The demon hunter pulled up the sitting mage. "There is no dragon in such a small place, if it is. Vampire, you can definitely win. Could it be that there is still a dragon sacrifice hidden in this run-down place?"

"How come, of course it's impossible." Virginia giggled.

Zelin had known the story of Skyrim, which had something to do with the Dragonborn, which easily aroused his interest. Ancient dragons, dragon sacrifices, dragon worship, and Alduin the Devourer of the Worlds, the black dragon that destroyed Helgan. During this period of time, the dragon and Alduin have already walked out of the legend, and perhaps the next time is when the dragon sacrifice comes on stage.

Of course, the Demon Hunter is not an expert in dealing with giant dragons, let alone a dragon descendant who can absorb the soul of giant dragons. But now he is not in the mood to consider other things. The strange whirlwind almost made Virginia lose combat effectiveness. Zelin believed that the wizard could not drink the bottle of magic potion before seeing the owner of the voice or getting the staff of Magnus. Virginia's power is very strong, and the powerful power should be used in the right place instead of blasting one or two skeletons to pieces.

So the task of dealing with the ghoul was handed over to the sword to protect her.

"There are too many ghouls here."

"Don't worry, I have never failed in the commission of dealing with monsters."

"Why so sure?"

"Because I fail, I die, I'm still alive."

But after they passed through a wide area that could be called a residential area, the corridor suddenly became much narrower. There are endless ghouls on both sides of the road, or they are sitting on a stone bench, like sleeping in the past, waiting for the invaders to appear powerful ghouls, and even some trolls who lost their way here some time ago, and finally settled down, as well as rare ones. A powerful monster---Ghost Mother, if the Tomb of Cold Waterfall is to deal with a few evil spirits, then Labrinxian’s crypt is hunting pterodactyls and petrified chicken lizards.

Fortunately, this road is not long, and part of it seems to be submerged in the water due to the collapse. But this also provides them with convenience. The ghouls are not so fast in the water. The demon hunter can use this to get rid of them. After all, the goal of the wizard girl is to get the staff of Magnus, not to destroy the crypt. Of all monsters. If possible, the demon hunter is more willing to move forward without alarming any monsters. After all, no one will pay him for killing so many monsters, and he has to wear his weapons for it.

Besides, he must protect a magician who has lost all his mana by his side. After all, she is a mage, and if she is slashed by a monster or shot by a dark arrow, she will lose her mobility and even her life. Without magic, she would not be able to protect herself with strange spells. At this time, a powerful wizard was no different from an ordinary person.

"Yes, it's here."

After pushing open the last wooden door and looking inside for a few minutes, the mage girl breathed a sigh of relief, "I saw it. The Magnus rod must be hidden here."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes... I saw a lot of things along the way. They were illusions. When I arrived, I would understand."

Zelin shrugged, "What are you hiding?"

"I'm sorry, but...I wasn't sure what it was before. It has something to do with the chief mage. I don't want to distract you. I, uh, I can explain to you..."

"Explain, wait until you get the staff and talk to me." He shook his head, those weird ghouls seemed to be manipulated, even if they were knocked down a few, the remaining monsters would still catch up unwillingly. The sound of their footsteps and the harsh sound of their bones rubbing against the ancient armor reverberated everywhere in the narrow corridor.

"We must get rid of the ghouls who are catching up, using my magic."

"No." Zelin pressed the hand of the wizard girl holding the magic potion. "Use all your magic to get the staff of Magnus. I will be at the door. No monster can pass through here."

"There are a lot of them, there are ghoul lords, trolls, and a mother of ghosts..."

"These monsters can't kill me." Zelin inserted the steel sword and the silver sword on the soft ground soaked in stagnant water. In the end, he also stuck the ebony blade upside down on the ground. "Do what you should do." Come on, no monster can rush in from here to disturb you."

Virginia took a deep breath, drank the magic potion in her hand, then turned and walked into the secret room behind her.

"...Don't let me come out to collect corpses for you. I don't have the habit of collecting corpses for people."

"Neither do I."

Chapter 268 The Whispering Lady's Net

The battle began.

The whistling of blades and the clanging of collisions echoed in the long slender tunnel, and the flames of the oil lamp reflected the figures of the ghoul and the demon hunter on the wall, like an exquisite mural. A ghoul overlord, like the one encountered in the tomb of the cold waterfall, there are three translucent ghoul ghosts, a few hounds, and an unknown number of skeletons. The demon hunter didn't know if the monster called the mother of ghosts had caught up, but the heavy footsteps indicated that he was about to face a troll soon.

Just like before, the hounds were still the first to pounce. These soul-like hounds pounced like demon hunters from three different directions. They are exquisitely coordinated, and they must have been well-trained with hounds before they were alive, but they picked the wrong prey. Soon, there were three piles of white dust after losing its shape on the ground.

Ghoul, Zelin must be careful and try not to let himself be forced into a corner or narrow place. He is looking for a space in the corridor to maneuver, and it is not wise to face the ghoul overlord directly before he solves the ghoul.

In the secret room on the other side of the door, the explosion sounded one after another, echoing in the corridor, like distant thunder, dust and rubble dropped from the top of the head from time to time due to vibration.

The collision of blades whizzed through the air. The ghouls are the same as the hounds, and there are more of them. They can surround the demon hunters and attack at the same time. If Zelin doesn’t seem to be pushed back, he must attack one side, so he chose the left side, Hekna. The fighting enthusiasm aroused by the decoction made him swift as the wind

The first ghoul slashed at the shoulder of the demon hunter with the one-handed axe in his hand, while the other ghoul slashed towards Zelin's waist with a long sword from the right side. Zelin didn't take care of the other opponent. He went around in a circle, as agile as a cat, and appeared behind the ghoul in the blink of an eye. The blade ran across his abdomen, left shoulder and back of his head. Oil lamp.

The second ghoul, it swiftly back, may want to stand with the ghoul with the two-handed axe, but just a step back, let the demon hunter find the flaw. Alderfayin smashed its knees less than a meter away, and the ghoul lost its balance, but the first thing its fallen body touched was not the ground, but the hunter's bottom-up blade.

The pace of the ghouls is coordinated, far from the ghouls in the cold waterfall tombs. They seem to retain the fighting skills of their lives, like a team, working together. When one ghoul falls, the other ghoul will immediately Make up the position and maintain simultaneous attacks on three sides of the demon hunter. The ancient Nord weapons slashed at Zelin’s body. The ghouls were very powerful, and the sparks from the collision of the weapons were as dense as rain. Some were slashed on the blocking swords, some were blocked by the bright orange Kunen’s seal, and some were not. Block.

The special body of the demon hunter is full of poison, and the side face is covered with blue veins, and the blood seems to be dyed purple. The adrenaline stimulated makes the hunter unable to feel his presence, only the weapon in his hand and the enemy's body. The shoulders, the brain, the neck, the cervical spine, the heart, this is a ghoul, but if the head is cut off, the ghoul will also die. This is a ghost, but the ghost is still afraid of the damage of the soul. Their weakness is so obvious in the slender beast pupils contracted by the demon hunter.

Suddenly, there was a loud tearing sound. A new enemy joins the battlefield, a troll, it is injured, but this does not affect its power. It is crazy, which does not hinder its speed. The two skeletons standing in front of them were photographed into fragments. The fallen skulls rolled on the ground a few times, and then were crushed by other ghouls, or hit the wall to stop.

Zelin's wrist turned, and something sticky was obstructing it, but it was meaningless. The notched silver sword was thrown out like a javelin, passed through seven or eight ghouls, and pierced the troll's forehead accurately. The small eyes in the middle.

The deafening roar almost overwhelmed the lightning and thunder in the secret room, and the demon hunter touched his left eye. What's stuck on your hands? Sweat? Blood? Or is it splashed water? This is not important, what is important is that he drew out the steel sword on the ground, in a critical moment as a ghoul stabbed from the right side of the menacing blow, this blow almost cut the arm, but fortunately, because the attacking ghoul will be the next moment The demon hunter took off his weapon and cut off his neck with a backhand sword.

Footsteps, roars, curses, and the sound of steel switching, no one can tell where these sounds come from. A corpse tumbled on the ground and turned into pieces, and the ancient Nord armor was torn apart like a ghoul. There is also a troll, spraying blood that is hard to see in the crypt, but still stepped on the trap in anger and panic, and was killed by the demon hunter like a giant. Before that, the Foehn bomb had already destroyed it. Its thick hair has all turned into flames.

A duo of ghosts and charms echoed in the tunnel---the roar of the ghoul and the scream of the troll. Flames, flames everywhere, bursting Foehn wind and the Ignatius seal sprayed from the hands of the demon hunter. The flame suppressed the troll’s recovery ability, but its huge body would not die quickly. After losing its eyes, It is difficult for it to pose a threat to the nimble witch hunter anymore, but instead a few ghouls become real corpses under its fury.

What is this again?