The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Willisa's magic got the result he wanted, and Serrana could only face him alone. Although she is a Vachihara vampire, she has been sealed for thousands of years and has far less combat experience. When using magic to fight in the same way, Selana fell short before long.

As for whether Zelin was hit by magic, or whether he survived the magic, Willesar seemed to care nothing about it. In fact, he didn't seem to notice enemies other than Serana at all. The bishop drew the dagger from his waist and walked towards Miss Vampire. The mages of Skyrim seem to be like this land. Everyone is like a warrior. Virginia, as a Cyrodir, often holds his wand, while other mages, they always hold it when they cast spells. With daggers and daggers, ready to fight the enemy like a warrior. This snow elf bishop seems to be no exception.

Serrana threw out a few ice cones, and the ice cones slashed through the air, but less than half a meter in front of Willisa, it seemed to hit a rock, crashing into a pile of crushed ice and falling to the ground, but the bishop’s magic made The vampire's magical barrier was like a piece of paper, and it broke with a pinch. Serrana had to rely on the fence on the roof or the stone shrine to escape the magic of the snow elves.

"You are an idiot just like your father, Serana, two vampires with golden eyes come together to deal with me? I am a vampire, and I am also a priest. I know how to deal with you. The sun can't kill me, but You are not the same. Do you think you can deal with me by bringing a vampire with golden eyes that can be a little clever and use a sword?"

Serrana grinned when she heard Willisa's words.

"Do you think so? Oh, it seems that you are a more idiot in food. I won't **** you dry after you die, it will make my head as stupid as you."

"But I'll chop off your charming head. There are no vampires in my ice sculpture, only the traitor and Charus who make me nauseous."

Willisa not only controls Frost, his lightning also possesses deadly power. Bright white arcs flickered on the roof, and Selana kept throwing ice cones at Willisa, relying on the stone shrine and the stone dumped outside the chapel as a cover. There was no corpse nearby, and her necromantic magic was nowhere to be used, but Willisa could guide the lightning and suppress the vampire lady's head.

"Apart from the Argonians and you vampires, who else will have golden beast pupils. I have given you a chance, but I will never let the plan that has been prepared for centuries fail... I waited in this **** place. For a long time, you..."

No matter what Willeisa thought about his big plan, or what he would do after covering the sun, no one would know, the sword blade pierced from his chest blocked his next words. The Snow Elf Bishop Zelin, who had thought that he would lose most of his combat power due to the sun's rays, had already circled behind him, and the ebony blade easily penetrated him. Zag's flame cloak appeared on the demon hunter, allowing him to continue to move in the icy storm.

"It didn't explode. It's really good luck." Zag's flame cloak scroll has exploded many times as before. Fortunately, the tiger mage apprentice still has a reliable time. Perhaps it should be said that when he was negligent, the scroll did not have it. It exploded, but anyway, it helped Zelin a lot. He clenched the weapon with both hands, twisted it in a circle, and blood began to flow out of the bishop's mouth uncontrollably. Covered with a cloak of flames, Zelin's arms still showed signs of frostbite. "I told you that you shouldn't have been staring at Serana."

The hidden footsteps of the demon hunter made the snow elf who focused all of Serana's body unaware.

"When..." Willisa made a gurgling noise, he raised his hands, palms facing each other, and the arc began to converge between his hands. But it’s not just his long-term obstruction, but also because there is no snow elves nearby that can threaten him, allowing him to develop into an unbearable arrogance. Maybe it’s the appearance of the daughter of Cold Harbor. The plan for thousands of years is about to succeed. Joy makes him careless. But in any case, Zelin and Serana will not give him a second chance.

A careless snow elf is not as dangerous as a Charus, at least you can't expect the latter to make your tactics successful because of arrogance.

Zelin suddenly drew out the ebony blade, Selana’s ice cone penetrated the snow elf’s thigh, forcing him to kneel down on one leg, and at this time the blade drawn by the demon hunter drew an arc in mid-air, just hitting the power. Lysa's neck allowed the converging magic to cease with his life.

"I have never seen a warlock standing next to a warrior to release spells." Looking at the bishop's corpse, Zelin shook his head, knelt down and fumbled for Willisa.

In the distance, the sun finally rose completely from the horizon, spreading its warm light into the silent valley.

"Hi, what are you doing?" Serrana raised her eyebrows. "We have to take his body to see the Paladin."

"My gloves are broken. His gloves are good. I don't like waste."

Chapter 320 The Hour of Dawn

Willissa is dead.

The dead can't die anymore.

The chapel was completely destroyed and lost the support of the walls. The surrounding glaciers completely buried the room. Fortunately, Zelin and Serana didn't need to find a new way to leave. After the death of the bishop who controlled the cathedral, Glebe, the knight, successfully opened the last sacred stone shrine, located on the roof of the cathedral.

"It's over, the pollution of the cathedral by the betrayers ends here." Looking at Willisa's body on the ground, there was no joy or sorrow in the paladin's language, only a strong sense of relief. Yes, this war has been going on for too long. One person has fought with a group of people for thousands of years. He has been completely isolated from the world. What will he do when there is only one snow elf left in this valley.

Zelin looked at the Paladin with some worry, "Do you have any thoughts on the proposal I gave you?"

"I will clean up the remaining betrayers in the valley and work hard to continue spreading the teachings of Oriel. Your suggestion can be a good way to preach..." The Paladin looked at his brother, and The body of the betrayer in the chapel was pressed by the glacier. Although the paladin had not concealed his aversion to the betrayer in his words, at this time, his eyes were only confused. "Vilesa was once a devout believer, following Auriel’s doctrine, we guard the cathedral together, and guide the newcomers to explore the truth of Auriel...I once meditated alone, but I don’t understand why he would abandon the doctrine and get along with the betrayers."

The demon hunter looked at the paladin. Perhaps the previous hostility to the betrayers and the duty of guarding the inheritance of beliefs allowed Greber to stand for thousands of years in a damp, isolated, isolated crypt, but now, the greatest enemy is dead, when hatred After dissipating, why one of the closest and most pious brothers became a traitor? In any case, this question will inevitably appear in his heart. Graeber is not a fanatic, otherwise Zelin would not tell him this kind of gambling thing after chatting with him.

He took a few steps forward and stood in front of the Paladin. "Vilesa did not betray. Looking at his eyes and teeth, he was controlled by a vampire infection."

"What?"

"You said that the last time you saw him, he seemed to endure some pain. Vampires feel pain and unbearable in the sun, which is why he was indifferent when the betrayers attacked the cathedral, because he had already Controlled by a vampire."

Zelin looked at the Paladin seriously, "I don't know what happened to your brother, but there is no doubt that the vampire changed him."

Sometimes the truth is not so important.

Selana stood behind, hiding behind the broken stone wall between the chapel and the rooftop, looking at the back of the demon hunter.

"So... I know." The Paladin nodded faintly, as if he sighed, and walked back to the stone temple. "About the Oriel Bow, this is what you deserve." Following the Paladin's words, A burst of warm sunlight suddenly lit up on the stone pillar in the middle of the stone temple. It was so bright, but it wouldn't make the demon hunters close at hand feel dazzling. Zelin stared at the light until it gradually dissipated, revealing the bow floating in the air.

The golden bow is not a dazzling bright gold, but a warm light tone. Exquisite carvings cover the bow, and the carvings on both sides of the long bow are like flying wing feathers. It seems that this bow really resembles a flying bird of prey with its wings spread. Such a beautiful weapon is indeed qualified to be called a weapon of the gods, and it is named Aurel.

"This bow is Auriel's divine weapon, and you are the warrior who purified the Auriel church. I can't think of anyone more qualified to get this weapon than you."

The paladin gave a quiver to the demon hunter, which contained twelve arrows emitting a faint light.

"The arrow of the holy sun, shot with the bow of Aurel, will produce an explosion-like effect, just like the sun's rays." Gleber explained to Zelin this weapon "This light will destroy all undead creatures," But just like sunlight, it will not cause harm to living things. If you use it to deal with vampires, it will be a sharp weapon, but if you deal with living things, it is no different from ordinary arrows. You want more holy sun. Arrow, come to me with this style of wizard arrows, and I will give them Oriel’s blessing."

Zelin looked at this real artifact carefully, holding this bow, and in the valley where the wind was whistling, what he felt was not cold, but an indescribable warmth, like bathing in the sun.

"You can only use wizard arrows, can't you use other arrows?" Serrana found her hood again, and she suddenly asked Glebe, "There are only twelve, too few."

"This is a sacred ceremony, madam, I don't expect anyone to understand it, but if you want to get Oriel's blessing, it is best to follow the ceremony."

"This is enough, Selana, let us go back as soon as possible. Everyone is waiting for us." Zelin doesn't doubt that this weapon will bring more chances to their war with Hakon. Yes, it was just before the Wachihara vampires realized that an army sufficient to conquer the castle had been assembled at the Hafingal leader, they launched a raid on the castle.

"The Holy Land of Auriel welcomes you at any time."

"Good luck, Graeber, and hope we can meet again if we get the chance."

Greber will stay here, rebuild the cathedral, and then re-spread to the snow elves. Compared with the past, he has now regained the Holy Land of Auriel. Next, he only needs to preach and preach like the snow elves scattered nearby, so that they can wake up from blindness and stupidity, and remind them of the snow elves of the past. How civilized and prosperous it was. Greber is the last fire of the snow elves, but Zelin believes that a fire that can stand for thousands of years in the plight of loneliness and helplessness will not be inferior to the real sun.

When they passed through the stone temple, left the sparkling water underground cave, and returned to the ground of Hafingal again, a cold wind from the sea of ​​ghosts enveloped the demon hunters and vampires. Rolling up the hem of their cloak, Selana couldn't help lowering her hood to block the sun, and at the same time let the wooden boat drifting on the sea sway with the waves rolled by the wind.

The candle fire swayed, swaying back and forth with the wooden boat drifting on the water. The flame in the iron brazier gradually extinguished, and the gradual decrease in temperature in the cabin caused Virginia to lift her head from the book. She stood up, smoothed the wrinkles on the heavy robe, and walked to the firewood piled in the corner. At the edge of the pile, picked up two woods and threw them into the brazier. After getting new fuel, the flame jumped again.

At any time, the terrible temperature in Skyrim could not allow this apprentice from Cyrodir to adapt. This is on a wooden boat. Any spark may make the boat burn, but after considering safety and comfort, the chief mage decided to bring a brazier. Even if the wooden boat catches fire, she can also use magic to fix the boat. Live to the pier of Solitary City, which is led by Hafingal.

Since the signing of the armistice agreement, the passage between Morningstar and Mosal has become a dangerous place. When the weather is clear, the reflection of the imperial spears in the distance can even be seen on the high slopes near Morningstar City. But except for this part of the road, transportation in other areas has finally become safe, even in the northern coastal areas of Skyrim where thieves and pirates are frequent. After the armistice, the Empire and Stormcloak finally had the energy to deal with the bandits who controlled the roads, docks and farms.

The wooden boat circled an arc on the sea, avoiding dangerous ice floes. The swaying hull made this mage, who was almost on the deck for the first time, almost spit out the cabbage he had eaten this morning, but compared with the chief mage, the fellow professors of Winterhold seemed quite comfortable, no matter how old they were. Professor Toldif is also the high elf Faruda who is proficient in destruction magic.

"We can use lightning to deal with those vampires. If they are really the same as the legend, the suppression effect of lightning on the magic power can give us an advantage."

"But vampires can deal with us in the same way, Faruda." Regardless of the lifespan of the high elves, Professor Toldiv is the oldest gentleman in Winterhold College. He always has awe of magic and is more willing to teach students. We have some defensive and harmless magic, rather than powerful but dangerous destruction. He often gives some unpleasant warnings, but in many cases time can always prove Toldiv’s right. "I don’t think it’s the right thing to be directly involved in the battlefield. Maybe we can provide some safer and more effective help. , Use magic to support the dawn guard."

"I don't want to argue with you about the pros and cons of the types of magic. I care more about whether the Dawn Guardian will hand over the spoils of the academy after taking the castle."

No one knows what good things are in a vampire family castle that has been in seclusion for thousands of years, such as a powerful wand, a mountain of precious alchemy materials, or lost magic books and alchemy formulas. Winterhold Academy is not a strict organization. The Academy provides a place for all those who are willing to explore the mysteries of magic, whether it is apprentices or professors. But the good things that may exist have indeed attracted the attention of the college professors. Although they have the title of professor, they are still one of the explorers on the magic road.

However, the chief mage did not participate in the debate among the professors. She stood on the bow, and the oncoming cold wind made her tighten the neckline of the heavy robe, while the cold air stopped her tumbling stomach temporarily. In fact, regardless of the trophies promised by the Dawn Guardian or not, Virginia will still take it by boat to Havengar.

She has no reason not to help because of emotion and reason. When Somo’s conspiracy enveloped the academy and the chief mage Savoran died, and the professors were not able to do so, the responsibility of saving the academy fell on the best apprentice in the daily life. In the most difficult times, he helped her to spend time together. Difficulty, now, when he needs help, how could Virginia bury his head in the book and ignore it.

A letter, a letter sandwiched in the chief mage's magic notebook. Virginia unfolded it in the wind and watched it again. She was very happy that the Demon Hunter did not forget to write her a separate letter when the Dawn Guard sent a request letter to the academy, although there was nothing in the letter that she wanted to see more. As a student studying abroad, Virginia has already begun to consider returning to Cyrodir by boat when the weather has warmed and the route has become safer, to meet his parents and tell his family about his achievements.

Perhaps, she can return to Cyrodir alone without having to come to Skyrim alone.

Several crew members were running around on the deck, slowing down when passing by the chief mage, as if they were afraid that the sound of footsteps would bring danger to themselves. They were all local Nords and their attitude towards magic. , Virginia learned of many rumors privately. After becoming the Chief Mage, she understood why the previous Chief Mage Savoran would minimize the Academy's presence in Skyrim. Compared with some rumors, archaeological research is regarded as a tomb robbery.

The ship shook again, and it began to turn to the left. Standing at the bow of the ship, you can already see the bright lighthouse of the Dugu City Pier. A huge double-decker ship passed by the hired ship of Winterhold College. There was no flag on the mast, but the scale of the ship was no less than a battleship. In other words, it was a battleship and stood on the deck. Not only sailors, but also some soldiers carrying weapons, but like this ship, the soldiers did not wear any badges and flags to indicate their identity.