The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"These **** gray skins don't want to join us, they must be spies of the empire! In the evening, I will go to where they live and let them see how the Nords are!"

A Nord man in a tattered cloth with a mouthful of alcohol yelled in the street. Obviously, he was drunk.

Zelin didn't think that playing cards with such a person would be a pleasure both physically and mentally. So he recommended the Gwent card game to Ganya in the past two days, and he was relieved that the Dragonborn girl was really interested in it.

Apart from this, Zelin continued to read the alchemy books he found in Winterhold Academy for these two days. Unsurprisingly, the demon hunter does not have the talent to use the magic of this world, but this does not prevent him from learning more about the knowledge related to alchemy. After all, alchemy does not require talent, it only needs knowledge and learning. Compared with ordinary people, the demon hunter has no shortage of time to learn.

On the afternoon of the third day, Zelin, who had been waiting for a long time, saw this imperial scholar who had come to Skyrim Province.

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Dixon, the holy moth priest from the Platinum Tower."

The spirit of the scholar wearing a simple gray robe is even better than the Dawn Guardian warrior who escorted him. He is very happy to be able to personally interpret an ancient scroll. According to him, as a holy moth priest, he is willing to pay any price to personally interpret an ancient scroll.

"This is a gift, my friend. When I became a priest of the holy moth, I have taken the pursuit of the Elder Scrolls as my life's goal." Dixon seemed to be doing a sacred ritual, and took Serana with both hands. The Elder Scrolls that went "No one knows who wrote these mysterious scrolls, and no one knows when they appeared. I came to Skyrim at this time because of rumors that the ancient scrolls appeared in Skyrim."

"If you read the Elder Scrolls rashly, it will have serious consequences for the reader, the most common is blindness..." This is the largest room in the Candlestick Fort, but standing five people makes the room still a bit cramped. Solina is one of the dawn guards escorting the holy moth priest. She will watch the holy moth priest read the Elder Scrolls in the room, and then go back and inform Islan.

"But my friends in Solitary City told me that someone needed me, so I guess it might have something to do with the Elder Scrolls. The Dawn Guardian is an ancient vampire hunter. I wouldn’t be surprised if you have an Elder Scroll, so before coming here, I’m ready to read the scrolls in advance..." Priest Dixon took a few deep breaths and let himself relax. "Now, let us be quiet..."

Under the illumination of the white candlelight in the room, the Holy Moth Sacrifice slowly unfolded the golden scroll. Everyone held their breath.

"...In front of me, there is a huge bow, I know, this is the bow of Oriel."

Only the priest's muttering remained in the room. Solina stared at the scroll intently, while Serana tightened her mouth. Only the dragonborn girl appeared calm and natural, and everyone seemed to have become a stone sculpture. I am afraid that any body shaking will affect the interpretation of the holy moth priest.

"There is a whisper calling. Among the children of the night, a king who spreads fear will rise. In the age of conflict, when the dragon returns, darkness and light will be mixed, and day and night will merge..."

The demon hunters suddenly felt that they shouldn't choose the place in the candlestick fort's room. At this moment, any sound seemed so harsh, even the faint footsteps of the guests passing by in the corridor outside.

"The mystery of the power of the bow and arrow is written elsewhere. The content of the prediction is not complete. There must be something else... Oh, yes, I saw it. A secret of the ancient dragon family is hidden, and a power that contains the ancient blood... Oh, my vision is blurred...I can't see anything else..."

The face of the priest of the holy moth suddenly became extremely pale, and at some point, a layer of cold sweat had covered his forehead. He closed his eyes, and almost dashed into the wooden cabinet behind him. The nearest dawn guard Sorina hurriedly pulled him to prevent the priest from touching the wooden cabinet or falling to the ground.

"Sorry... reading the scroll exhausted my strength, I want to rest for a while." After a while, the holy moth priest recovered. "If you want to know what is done, you must find two other scrolls. Sorry, please Let me rest."

Zelin couldn't help frowning when he heard the words of the holy moth priest. It is not easy to find the ancient scrolls, otherwise they would have been collected in the platinum tower of the imperial capital. Gnaiya is because someone told her the general direction, Selana is because she owns the ancient scrolls, but now, Zelin can stay in this world for two months at most. Go to the world to find an ancient scroll. Impossible.

But at this time, Serana pulled the arm of the demon hunter

"Come into my room, I have something to talk to you."

Chapter 297 The war is endless and misfortune is endless

Serana seems to be reluctant to say something outside. She and Zelin went to the kitchen behind the Candlestick Fort. There was originally a maid named Susanna who would cook food here, but today she has never appeared in Zelin’s vision. Inside. So now there is no one in the kitchen. After observing no one around, Serana directly told the demon hunter an unexpected news.

"About the ancient scrolls... the holy moth priest said we need two ancient scrolls. I think I know the location of the other ancient scroll."

"Why do you have to come here to speak?"

"Half of the people around you would rather kill me than talk to me, how can I talk with them heartily?" Serana complained. Considering the Dawn Guard's attitude towards her, she does have reason to complain. Eslan has always regarded her as an imaginary enemy, and the few dawn guards who know her true identity are watching her all the time. In this case, Zelin couldn't hope that Selana would tell other people such an important secret.

"I'm sorry, although the Dawn Guardians must have sufficient vigilance, they shouldn't be used on you. You are different from other vampires."

"Is this comfort...oh, let's continue talking about the Elder Scrolls." Serrana waved her hand. "My father warmly welcomed me when I returned home. That's the problem."

"What's wrong with this? Serrana, Hakon is your father. It is a pleasure for your long-departed daughter to go home." Zelin has no relatives like daughters, but if he can see someone he hasn't seen for many years He will also be happy with good friends, and he will definitely be happier to meet relatives than to meet friends.

Who knows, Serana shook her head. "Since he was addicted to prophecy, our relationship has become more and more alienated... I don't think he treats me as a daughter, I am just him... a tool to accomplish his goals. He sees I am very happy, of course he must be happy, because he is able to help him complete the key part of the prophecy and he is back. That’s it, indulging in a thousand or two thousand years will not make my father better, no other hobbies can make it. He looked away from the prophecy. I don't have... a real father."

"If you don't like it, we can bypass this topic." Zelin suggested looking at Serana, who had a bad face.

"No, I'm fine, I'm fine." Serane shook her head again. "My mother, Valerica, must be found. She must know the Elder Scrolls line related to her father. If we are lucky, the Elder Scrolls should be with me. In the hands of her mother. At the beginning, she gave me the Elder Scrolls and then sealed me in the Void Crypt. Maybe at that time, my mother was already fighting back against my father’s plan. The possibility of her owning another Elder Scrolls is extremely high. ."

Selana's suggestion is great, at least for now there is no better way. If Selana's inference is correct, they can find the Elder Scroll-Blood in the fastest time.

"Do you know where your mother is? Certainly not in Hakon's castle."

"Of course." Serrana's voice became lighter. "Before I was sealed, my mother said she was going to a safe place, a place far away from her father." Miss Vampire tried to recall the scene a thousand years ago." According to her, "It's a place that Hakon will never find" sounds mysterious, right? Mother is like this. The past few days reminded me of some things, about my mother in the backyard of the castle, I used to go there to help Take care of my mother’s garden..." Serrana’s voice fell slightly, as if recalling the time when Hakon hadn’t been obsessed with prophecy. Then, she came back to her senses. "If mother wants to leave a clue, she must be sure Will be in the garden."

"Very well, let's discuss it with Gnaiya."

"You believe in that Nord woman, well, I will believe in her too, as long as her eyes are kind to me."

When the demon hunter and the vampire walked out of the kitchen, he opened the door and Gnaiya's figure came into view. She tilted her head and looked at the other end of the corridor. She seemed to hear the footsteps, and then turned her head, "Oh, you are here, ha~ I thought Susanna was in the kitchen, and I wanted to wait outside for a while, and then asked her for something like broth. Poor Dixon, reading the Elder Scrolls must have caused him a lot of harm, the Holy Spirit, he can already see something."

Zelin stared at the tiny trace under Gnaiya's eyes. If there was anything that could match this trace, the demon hunter could only think of the keyhole.

But why bother to ask? Just like Zelin wouldn't try to expose some magic tricks. Although that stupid is dying, confronting or opening up someone to show his wiseness was never something Zelin would do.

"I talked with Serana and found a clue about one of the ancient scrolls." Looking at Gnaiya, then at Serana. Zelin suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, which reminded him of the time when Vizima was attending the May Festival celebration. At that time, he was only helping a lady find her stolen heirloom, so he was invited to the Vizima Palace. Outside the May Day celebration, at that time, the old King McDell, the father of King Foltest, was sitting on the throne of Vizima. Several young girls stared at the demon hunter, and their dignified dress prevented him from asking questions he wanted to know as usual.

"About the Elder Scrolls, I also have a message to tell you." Gnaiya looked at Serana, who put his gaze on the meat on the kitchen board, as if interested in this meat. "About the Holy Moth Priest The Elder Scroll-Dragon, I own this scroll. That's right, it's the scroll I took when I met you last time. This scroll has nothing to do with vampires, I can be sure."

The words of the dragonborn confirmed the demon hunter's guess that the ancient scroll she had was the ancient scroll mentioned by the holy moth priest-dragon. This cuts their work in half, so the remaining thing to do is very simple, find a way to enter the backyard of the vampire castle.

Zelin told Selana's suggestion to Dragonborn and expressed doubts about the feasibility of this plan, but Selana's words made her give up rebuttal.

"Or can you find a better, faster, and more concise way?"

"...Well, you won."

Seeing that both of them were silent, Zelin shrugged, "Let's go after lunch, Solina will send Dixon back to the Dawn Guardian fort, and then we will find a way to visit Hakon's castle... .."

Before Zelin could finish, there was a horrified noise outside the hotel. The sound of footsteps mixed with the sound of things being overthrown. The shouts of countless people were soft and soft, even the thick stone walls of the Candlestick Fort. Block. Soon, these stone walls didn't help anymore, and frightened people rushed into the hotel, as if the stone roof above their heads could provide them with shelter. At this time, the shouts finally gathered together

"Dragon! What a big dragon! A giant dragon!"

Chapter 298 Duvakin

Walkley leaned against the stone brazier by the road of Windhelm, squinting. Poor vision made his eyes tired, and astigmatism and blurred vision tormented him. The sky made up by the shadows was dark, and there was snow that seemed to never end. Therefore, he could not see the huge shadow that passed by in the sky. He is very old, so old that he has almost forgotten the appearance of his son who died in the world war. But the old man’s hearing is very good. He heard a woman crying in a low voice, the sound of boots, people shouting in horror, and deafening roars.

He knows what it is, this is the end, the flames of war envelop the earth, and the dragon descends from the sky. He can't remember that the children who surrounded him died there when he was still middle-aged. Battle of the Red Ring? Reach's oath-who? Or is it the current Skyrim Civil War?

"The stronghold of the storm cloak here, if you show the power of the dragonborn, everyone will find you like a fly."

"But there is no second dragonborn here."

"Then tell me what your decision is."

"This is my prey, Zelin. Apart from me, who else can stop it, before this dragon is satisfied with its destruction, it will destroy half of the city! I know how much trouble this will cause me, but Since I'm still this **** dragonborn, I still have to do this. I miss your shoulders so much, throw all this away. But not now..."

Walkley heard voices, a man and a woman.

"Now that you have decided, let us solve it as soon as possible, and then go find what we are looking for."

"You don't understand, this is me..."

"Now you are no longer alone, Gnaiya."