The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Do you think I will fail, just because I tried to let someone without any blood heritage ascend the throne?" Philippa smiled slightly. "You are wrong, demon hunter, you used to guard a treasure, but you were indifferent to it. I know of a person who has the power to become a powerful witch, and she is still flowing with the blood of an undisputed king."

Xili, she is the heir to Sintra and a person who is qualified to be a queen in the north. At the same time, she has a strong magical talent. Her ability to predict on Sinide has proved that in time, she will become A very powerful wizard. Philippa had already given enough hints that Zelin couldn't guess what her purpose was.

A country with witches as the queen, a country with only spellcasters on the royal council, and a country with wizards as governors and governors.

"I thought your experience would make you agree with my theory. Eritusa College in Sinide Island, Ben Ad College in Covind, and you, Demon Hunters, we should unite, we have a common The future." Philippa opened her hands. "We can form a new alliance, just like the treaty signed by Druids, Warlocks, Alchemists, and Fortunetellers in Novigrad. Join me and I will show you the plan. The whole picture."

Zelin looked at the female warlock, and finally, he shook his head.

"You are very convincing, but you can't convince me. I am not you, nor is the demon hunter a wizard who follows you. The demon hunter will not join your alliance, especially your alliance is doomed to fail." He shrugged "Also, as a personal advice, you'd better not pay too much attention, otherwise I can't be sure what will happen in the future."

Hearing the rejection from the demon hunter, Philippa did not show any angry or unexpected expression on her face, but a natural look. Perhaps as a politician, her good qualities kept her from showing her feelings.

"I won't be surprised by your refusal." Philippa shook her head lightly, and she waved her hand to dissipate the magic floating in mid-air. "This world is facing danger, and only magic can counter the danger. You. Your refusal won’t change anything. You’re right. You’re not a warlock. You don’t know how threatening this will bring. But I’m not angry or angry because of it.”

"Very well, can we end this meeting happily?" Zelin raised an eyebrow. "If we have nothing to do with each other, I think no matter who it is next, we can all be relaxed."

"It's over? No, it's too early." Philippa walked to her table, her fingers crossed the wooden table, and the light blue magical gleam rose from the place where she had touched the table, gradually portraying it. A three-dimensional mountain road "I said that in some respects, we must have a common topic. Xili, you are worried about his safety, and so are we. She must not fall into the hands of some...someone who is unscrupulous."

"Aren't you one of them?" Zelin raised his eyebrows. "And according to the news I got, Xili is in the imperial capital of Nilfgard in the south."

"Enough jokes, Demon Hunter." Philippa waved her hand fiercely, and a figure appeared on the desktop in front of her. Zelin knew him, the most powerful male spellcaster, and it is said that his power may have exceeded the level of the world's strongest wizard, White Lafada. Wigwarts’ illusion is floating on the map on the desktop. "This person, I have definite information indicating that he is conducting some kind of extremely dangerous experiment, and he is looking for Ciri, the poor girl. She needs to be able to guide How she uses her power, and we will destroy him before Wigwarts succeeds."

"Do you think..." Zelin looked at the diamond crystal he found. "This was done by the wizard who followed Wigwarts?"

"It is very likely that he is our common enemy, and we all want to keep that girl safe. This is what we have in common. Let us join hands against Wigwarts." Philippa reached out, "You need to fight The enemy, and we need to punish the traitor."

"It's nice to hear that you have a pragmatic idea."

If Wigwarts did it, this is not impossible. Geralt got news to go to the south to find Hilly. After Wigwarts left the north, the only place he could go was the Southern Empire. Unless he is willing to leave everything behind and go across the ocean to Opheel. If he wants to gather news, looking for clues at the Demon Hunter's Castle is naturally one of the most effective options, just like Phileba is sitting.

"As a sincere gift, I will give a gift to the Demon Hunter. Use it well. I hope you will understand in the end that I am the right person."

Chapter 803: Unexpected Invitation

Philippa left a very important message before leaving.

The Xili in the Southern Nilfgaard Imperial Capital is a fake. Zelin didn’t know where she got the news from, but now it seems that Philippa has obviously gathered some power, a magic alliance not only limited to the northern region, so that she can get the most southern imperial capital. In the news. If it weren't for magic, it would take about a year for the news of the imperial capital to reach the north, and maybe even more.

Now, there is one biggest problem. Geralt is heading south, and thinks Xili is in the imperial capital. Mirva was right, Geralt had found the wrong target, and he should now find a way to pass the news to Geralt as soon as possible. Maybe he can wait, Geralt will definitely come to Tousant, and Zelin can meet him directly in Tousant at that time.

Philippa's goal is dangerous, and Zelin will not tie herself to her dangerous plan. But compared with Wigwarts, Philippa is not a dangerous person. No one knows what Wigwarts really wants. His coup almost destroyed the order and left spellcasters in the north into chaos. He is qualified to be a governor, and as a mage to control the power of a province, he is equivalent to a king. , He only needs to bow his head slightly to Emperor Enhill in the imperial capital. But he gave up, and Wigwarts pursued more power than these rights.

The sorcerer obviously knew something.

For a person with so many spies, even with Dixcher's assistance, this might not be difficult.

After Philippa left through teleportation, the room covered by magic was restored to its original state. Zelin walked out of the room and walked along the river bank. Many villagers and tourists who come here are gathering on the shore, waiting for the reflection of the city on the lake when the full moon appears. A huge statue stands on the shore, the goddess of the lake, as the locals call the owner of this statue. No one knows how long this statue has been standing. It seems that this statue already existed here when someone appeared by the lake.

"Gura Guru Wichi Morobull."

There is also a murloc priest standing by the altar.

"Sorry, I don't understand your language."

There were no traces of believers nearby, and none of the humans who watched the phantoms of the city approached this huge statue, only Zelin came over by himself. He was just walking around randomly, thinking about Wigwarts and Philiba, and when the half-murloc priest called him with a voice, he had already come here.

"Guku Hagula Garu."

Zelin looked at the half-mermaid, "I finally understand why none of the gods you serve has come to worship."

"This is because they don't have virtue in them." The half-murlocs suddenly changed their language to a lingua franca. "I told them they left it alone. Their loss."

"You can speak my language, why use your language." Zelin raised his head and looked up at the almost ten-meter-high statue from below. "Your language is very interesting. It reminds me of a group of people I have met before. "The murlocs in the small fishing village of Yanan have the same voice, but the half murlocs near Vizima are more sensible than them, at least the half murloc priest in front of them is like this.

"Your language...rap." The half-murloc murmured "Wicky Morobull, lady, on the island."

"What?" Zelin knew that there was a trail nearby, Black Seagull Island, but no one had approached that island, because it was full of pterodactyl lairs, and even ferryed during the day when the boats crossed Vizima Lake. People will stay away from that island, and people often see the pterodactyl colony hovering over Black Seagull Island "Widge Morobl? What do you mean?"

"Devil hunter." The half-merlin priest muttered. "It's Widge Morob, this is our language. You can go to Black Seagull Island, lady, she is on the island, and you can meet her, King Fisherman. Will send you there."

"The Demon Hunter is called Widge Morrow in your language?"

"It's Witch Morrow." The half-murloc priest emphasized. "Don't lack Bull. Witch Morrow means stupid, plus Bull, it's a demon hunter."

"Well, it doesn't sound like a good name." Zelin looked around. "Is this an invitation? A certain half-mermaid's invitation? Sorry, it's not the same as I thought."

An invitation from a murloc? If it was a mermaid's invitation, Zelin might go and take a look, but he didn't understand why a half-mermaid would invite a demon hunter.

"No, it's a lady. She invited you." The half-murloc priest shook his head, and the fish whiskers on his cheeks swayed. "Don't refuse, Widge Morob, or the lady will be angry."

A strange invitation. The mist floating on the lake is slowly gathering, drawing a magnificent city. The towering ivory tower is crowned with dark green oval vaults, and the palace carved in white marble is decorated with gilt eaves. Numerous buildings appear on the water, as if a huge city really appeared out of thin air. The people standing on the shore quietly watched this legendary scenery, for fear that any movement might make the scenery disappear.

"What do you invite me to do?"

Zelin asked the half-murloc priest. Fog and phantoms are everywhere on the lake, and the figure of Black Seagull Island has long been concealed in the fog.

"Time is running out, Widge Morob." The half-murloc priest murmured in his own language for a while, and when the demon hunter was still standing there, he began to urge "Go on, Widge Morob," Hurry up."

According to the half-mercurian priest, Zelin found a wooden house nearby along the river bank with a gray-haired old man inside. The demon hunter thought he would meet another half-murloc, but the old man and the half-murloc didn't seem to be much different. Zelin asked him a few words, and he responded with silence or hum. Fortunately, he could understand Zelin's meaning, or that the gestures worked.

When Zelin was sitting on the wooden boat and the old man known as the Fisherman King was holding the boat to the lake, he thought of a very important thing.

"Are we going to drive into the mist?"

The Fisherman King still did not speak, he just nodded.

"You won't hit the boat on the reef and let us swim back in the end?"

The fisherman king shook his head.

In the end, in a place where many tourists did not notice, a small boat slowly sailed into the illusion of the city where the fog gathered. The floating fog rolled over, and then the silhouette of the ship disappeared.

Chapter 804 Black Seagull Island

The thin white mist floated on the lake.

"Do you know that lady in the lake?"

The obtuse-angled bow separates the lake water, allowing the lotus leaves floating on the water to separate to the two sides. Whenever the boat falls into the water, the current will form a vortex nearby, and the sound of the crash echoes in Zelin's ears. And the refreshing mist lingered on the tip of the nose, lingering.

"Hmm."

The Fisherman King responded with silence and meaningless mutters as always.

Visibility in the fog was very low, and Zelin didn't realize that they had reached their destination until the bow of the ship gently touched the beach of Black Seagull Island. The island is hidden in the mist like a lake. The nearby water is covered with lotus leaves. Zelin stepped off the canoe. This is an island with rocks as the main structure. The scale of the island is small. On the beach, the green algae brought up by the water are entangled in the cracks of the stones, and together with the lush green grass and flowers on the ground, they add a touch of color to this small island.

The fisherman king leaned the boat on the shore, while Zelin walked along the trail to the inside of the island, leaving a trail of footprints in the soft sand.