The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Run? Impossible, those **** can't escape. Otherwise, try it..."

Call--

The air-breaking sound from the sky interrupted Gnaiya's words, and the dragonborn raised her head, just in time to see a flying behemoth with spread wings across the sky and flying to the east.

"Damn it!" Gnaiya sipped to the ground, and raised her **** to the direction where the Griffin disappeared: "That bad man left me alone to have fun! Going back I want him to remember!"

A portal suddenly appeared next to Gnaiya, and Altarel raised his bow to aim, without returning the dragonborn's head, he waved an axe in his hand, and directly slashed the wild hunt that had just been killed to the ground.

Even the sound of the wind in the ear could not overwhelm the screaming screams.

Zelin was very happy that most of these calls were made by Ayn El's soldiers. He didn't know why the black ship would suddenly leave the strait and enter another wide sea area, but he was very happy that Eredin did not intend to escape, otherwise no one would know when he would be found next time.

The sea was frozen in the hoarfrost. Zelin looked down on the ice below. Then, he was surprised to see a Skelliger fleet heading to the battlefield. The fleet was hit hard, but Nivel followed. The Gad fleet suffered even more losses. The marauder’s long ship and the Nilfgaard battleship fought on the ice-floating sea. The long ship on fire and the wreckage of the battleship floated on the water, burning among the ice floes.

More Skelligs fought the Nilfgaards on the ice, but between the two, Zellin saw the wild hounds attacking all humans indiscriminately, and the madness that appeared through the portal from time to time Hunters are constantly attacking any soldier holding a weapon, whether it is a Skellyj or a Nilfgad.

"Zelin!" Francesca's anxious voice came from the telescope: "Where is Eredin?!"

"The black ship is in the south of Great Skellig Island!" Zelin responded: "Eredin seems to think that it is the humans in this world who ambush him, not us..."

"...This is good news, Zelin, let Nilfgard and Skellige contain more Ain El!" Francesca's voice was slightly excited from the telescope. It sounded: "I want to find a way to stay with the black ship, I will find a way to deal a serious injury to it! Be prepared, wait for Eredin to send everyone else out, it's time for us!"

They will try to eliminate more Eredin supporters and diehards here.

Once the soldiers loyal to Eredin in the army are eliminated, Ida and Avalak can take over the entire race more smoothly, so as not to cause confusion and dissatisfaction. Otherwise Zelin is more inclined to attack the black ship directly!

"I see, I'm on my way."

The light of the telescope dissipated, and Zelin controlled the griffin, swooping down, passing the battlefield, and approaching the black ship.

Hot blood can't melt the ice formed by hoarfrost.

Dona Sinda fell to the ground, with a splitting headache, blood running down the wound on his forehead and overflowing the snow.

His ship was attacked by an army of ghosts, and the giant warriors over two meters tall easily smashed all resistance. Those brave family guards and shield women had no resistance at all in front of them, and no one could hurt the enemy, but Every blow of the enemy can destroy the shield and split the armor.

He lay on the ground, breathing heavily.

This must be the battle of La Na Jung...

His thoughts rolled in pain in his mind. He struggled slowly and tried to stand up. If he was twenty years younger, such an injury would certainly not be a big deal to him, but his sixty-year-old body could no longer be any longer. Quickly recovered from such a serious injury.

This must be the final battle...!

With blood dripping through his eyes, Dona Sinda clutched his **** forehead, groping with his other hand on the ice, and finally, his finger touched the handle of an axe. Lowering his gaze, in the scarlet line of sight, he saw a corpse, scattered on the ground, and burning debris floating on the water beside it. The fallen soldiers, clutching their wounds, wailed in pain. The shouts from afar and the shouts of desperation seemed to have gone away, as if slipping away in the ears, but the sound came from a very distant place.

Dona Sinda turned over with difficulty, supporting the ground with both hands. The blood flowed down the wound on the forehead, to the chin, and dripped onto the ice.

He heard the strange sound of the horn!

It was a voice he had never heard before.

The strong wind seemed to have blown away the thick clouds, and a hint of golden sunlight at noon, through the gaps in the clouds, spilled onto the battlefield of blood and fire.

Dona Sinda raised his head, those tired, muddy, bloodshot eyes staring at the golden light in the sky. He felt a touch of warmth, as if he was bathing in a hot spring, like basking in the sun on the beach at noon.

In his eyes, a creature with spread wings rushed towards Najirfa in the golden light!

Horn sound!

Donna Sinda's pupils dilated, he kept breathing in, his chest rising and falling. He is Freya's most devout believer, the head of the family who worships the gods the most among the six families!

It's the horn!

He opened his mouth, in a hoarse voice, with all his strength, he uttered an ancient cry: "Rena Luge!"

This is the final battle!

There was an uncontrollable enthusiasm in Dona Sinda's eyes.

When the end of the era comes, when the era of the blizzard of Hoarfrost and Wolf comes! When the wailing of the demon spirit in the land of Mohaoge, the huge waves rolled up, when the Nagilfa composed of the nails of the dead, and the undead army that carried the land of the chaos, the golden rooster Kambi will descend in the golden light of Freya! Her champion, Hamdor will sound the horn and declare war on the doomsday!

Donna Sinda struggled to stand up, limping and holding up his battle axe, and walked towards Najirfa, the terrifying doomsday battleship, with only boundless fanaticism in his eyes: "Rena Luge! Rena Luge! !"

That must be Golden Rooster Kambi! It must be Hamdall!

That must be the prophecy of the goddess Freya!

The endless sound of the horn resounded across the sea and the islands.

More wild hunters wearing skeleton armor walked out of the portal, but Donna Sindar did not have the slightest fear. The soldiers nearby heard his call and heard his feverish call. His enthusiasm seemed to quickly infect other people. At first, only a few soldiers shouted with him. This was the roar of Heimdor when he led his sons to fight against evil spirits when Heimdor ruled the Skellig Islands.

More scarred and bewildered Skelligs joined Dona Sinda's team. They throw away all the drag on their bodies, all the treasures and gold that are not worth mentioning compared with the oracle, and follow the sound of the horn to launch a fierce and deadly charge against the demon spirit warrior!

Freya God is watching them from the sky!

The sound of the horn became more and more rapid.

That must be Hamdor's clarion call for the Skelligites to participate in the final battle!

Chapter 2889: Power without boundaries

Corpses, blood, ice floes, and burning wreckage floated on the surface of the sea.

The long ship pushed away from the water, Karis held her hands on the side of the ship, opened her eyes wide, and scanned every corner of the sea and the fixed glacier anxiously.

"Halma?!"

She called out her brother's name: "Halma, where are you?!"

Only the rumble of flames as the ship burned down.

Skelliger’s fleet was broken up close to the glacier. Karis’s long ship was lucky enough to escape the impact, but when she and her soldiers sank a Nilfgaard battleship that had caught up, she Realize that he has lost contact with Harma. The long ships of the Quite family are scattered throughout the sea...No, to be precise, no one can tell which family those ships belong to. There are only Skelligs and enemies.

"Look there, boss!"

Looking in the direction pointed by the shield girl, Kairis saw a huge piece of ice floe with seven bodies lying on the ice. As the long ship drifted slowly over the ice floes, Karis scanned the bodies anxiously and worriedly. How she wished to find Harma immediately, but how she didn't wish to see him in these corpses.

A dark red fleece came into view, and Karis took a breath.

"Halma!"

Hearing Keris's cry, the figure in the red velvet coat moved, sat upright from the icicle he was leaning on, and turned his head to look over.

"Karis?"

"Stop the boat!"