The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Zelin looked at the village of Skal in confusion, and soon he got the answer. In the early morning of this morning, when the Dragonborn woke up, she took the bomb of the demon hunter and went to the nearby Fengshi and Beast Stones. The altar of the Beast Stone had been blown up, so she destroyed the altar of the Fengshi with a bomb and used it. Dragon Roar purifies the two sacred stones closest to the village of Skal. The two sacred stones restore the power of nature, and without the influence of the corrupted sacred stone, the village of Skar is temporarily safe.

"I originally planned to ask you to go with you." The dragon descendant who has returned is using a wooden bucket to collect the water from the stream near the village to wash off the dirt on his face. "But you are asleep, I didn't call you, I I told the elf to go with the vampire."

"The purification goes well?"

"There is only one nauseating monster. No other trouble." Gnaiya raised her face and tossed off her hair. "I plan to clean the sacred stone on the north side of the island this afternoon. We should be able to walk in the evening. Go to Raven Rock Town and clean up the stones that control the townspeople. In any case, we can destroy Milak’s plan as much as possible."

It can be seen that the Dragonborn is happy that there is a way to break the pollution of Milak, which at least proves that she has not found a wrong way, and the power that Milak has searched for is enough to defeat the influence of Milak.

Milac’s impact on Southam is to pollute the sacred stone and control the residents. If he can defeat his followers and remove all pollution, he can almost eliminate all his remaining influence on Southam. Except for the tree stones that are imprisoned in the Temple of Mirak in the center of the island, other sacred stones are distributed in various places on the island, and they only need to be removed one by one.

"Good idea, I pack things up, and then I can go anytime."

"We will leave after lunch."

Flint is located in the north of Windstone. They can move along the coastline. The area of ​​Southam Island is not large. There are a few horses in the village of Scarlet that can be loaned to them. But this can only be horseback riding on the coast. Once inland, neither the snow-covered mountain road nor the thick volcanic ash is suitable for horseback riding.

"What's the matter with you last night?" On the road, Francesca deliberately slowed down and asked Zelin in a low voice, "Your voice is too loud, can't you stop it a bit?"

"That's just a...a little dispute." Zelin shook his head. "It doesn't matter. We are discussing how to deal with Milac."

"Really?" The elf raised his eyebrows. "Well, dispute, I rarely see who you would argue with."

"We are all walking forward, aren't we?" Zelin moved his shoulders a bit. "I haven't reached the time when I need to lie in the armchair and bask in the sun."

"Yes, judging from the record of the oldest 400-year-old demon hunter, you have only lived a quarter of your life." The elf played a joke on time with Zelin again. "So, A young man, can you tell me, when is it worth it for you to argue with others?"

"Don't make fun of me, Enid." Zelin sighed lightly. "Very few people have seen fierce emotions with demon hunters...because how many people in this world are worthy of me?"

How much is there?

Not much.

It's really not much.

Chapter 938 The Pleasure Man

A cone of ice cut through the air and hit a pine tree, and the volcanic ash accumulated on the pine tree fell in pieces.

"For Milac!"

Cultists wearing masks and robes have long been waiting on the edge of the rock outside Crow Stone Town. When the group of them purged the flint in the north, after losing three sacred stones that had been corrupted, these cultists finally seemed unable to sit still. When the demon hunter and his party came to a place near the town of Crow Rock, the cultists who were ambushing near the rock immediately rushed out. There were two monsters in the altar, one of them crawled out of the altar, and the other came out of the nearby sea water.

"Leave these cultists to me to deal with." Zelin drew out the ebony blade and said to Gnaiya, "Go and solve the holy stone."

"No problem." Gnaiya drew out her two sabers, and she raised her finger to the town of Raven Rock in the distance. "We will meet at the door of Raven Rock Town after the solution to see who of us can get there first. How is it?"

"Then you have to hurry up." Zelin drew out the crossbow hanging on his back and shot an arrow at a cultist. The cultist who was rushing down from the hillside gave a scream, fell to the ground all of a sudden, and rolled down the **** covered with volcanic ash, "I have already started."

The demon hunter turned over and got off the horse, and the soft dusty ground in the distance was not suitable for horses to run. Among these ambushers, there are not only cultists, but also many bandits under control. Gnaiya saw many controlled bandits and robbers on the construction site at the Milak Temple in the middle of the mountains, constantly adding bricks and tiles to Milak's new Temple.

The oncoming robber was a dark-skinned man. He waved the axe in his hand and smashed it towards Zelin's head. Maybe it was because he was controlled, maybe because his own fighting skills were flawed. Looking at the axe chopped down by the robber, the demon hunter gently tilted his body, and the hand axe almost slashed along his side. The moment he passed by, he shook his sword sharply. The robber threw away his hand axe, clutched his cut abdomen, took two steps forward, and knelt on the ground.

There were almost three cultists. After one of them was shot over, the remaining two cultists hid behind the robbers. They would cast a spell. One of them raised his hand, and a gleam of light appeared on his body. This is a sign of the transformation magic tree skin technique, this is the preparation of the mage before the battle, so that he does not have any protection ability. Their Milac hierarch obviously did not tell these believers what kind of enemy they had to face, so that the first believer was killed by an arrow without any precautions.

Several robbers pounced at the same time. They attacked from three directions at the same time. The first robber with a cockscomb haircut had a sword on his head. He took two stiff steps and fell straight forward to the ground. The second one is a Red Guardian, maybe a pirate. Zelin doesn't know why he came to Southam, but this does not prevent him from slashing the Red Guardian's throat with the tip of his sword. The back of the third robber's slashing hand was caught, and then his leg tripped and lost his balance. The demon hunter grabbed him and threw it in the direction where the cultist was. The robber was hit by an electric light in mid-air, and the air instantly filled with a disgusting scorching smell.

"For Milac!"

Another fanatical believer rushed up, and the magic power gathered in his hands into the appearance of two scimitars, but the third believer seemed to hesitate for a moment. It may be that the bleeding blade made him feel frightened. Zelin didn't know why Milak would want to get these believers and let them worship him like a god, maybe only he knew it.

The remaining group of robbers pounced at the same time and flocked to the demon hunters like ants. The fanatics rushed to the front, as if standing outside the Anglade Worm’s Nest, but then, the one holding two magic knives, The believer covered with tree skin art flew upside down from the vortex, his body leaned back and his head facing the ground. Blood was sprayed on his forehead, and the mask was cut in half, revealing the appearance of the Nord underneath.

They were controlled, even if the cultists were knocked down, they would not stop. These enemies rushed forward, and then the burst of air made them fly back in the same way. Zelin raised his hand and swept Alder with one blow, causing the group of people to fall on the ashes-filled ground like falling leaves blown away.

The last cultist faced each other, as if preparing some spell. Zelin carried his sword and rushed towards it. The cultist wore a mask, but the demon hunter could feel the fear in him. The flames gathered between his hands. Looking at the distance between them, Zelin slid sideways to the cultist's body that had been cut down just now, took up his collar, and when the fire burst from the enemy's hands, his right hand turned a round pair. Threw it at the other side.

A fireball about half the size of a human body collided with the corpse in mid-air, and the dazzling fire light made the cultists turn their heads to prevent their eyes from being stabbed by the strong light nearby. The flames enveloped a large area, and the cultists didn't care at all whether there were still people alive among the robbers and colleagues who had attacked the enemy in the past.

When the fire dissipated, looking at the corpse, the cultists let out a triumphant tearing cry, and then quickly turned into painful roars and screams, mixed with the howling of swords and the tearing of the mask. Sound.

Then, only silence remained on the sandy ground full of corpses.

Zelin sighed, and shook off the blood on the ebony blade. It stands to reason that this sword does not need to do this at all, but he can no longer change the habit he has cultivated for decades. The horse borrowed from Skal Village didn't know where it had escaped in the sound of the explosion, so I could only hope that the horse could walk back by itself.

After searching on the cultists, the demon hunter did not find anything valuable. Except for one pendant, the shape of the pendant is very similar to the amulet of the nine holy spirits, and this pendant obviously does not refer to any of the nine holy spirits. Only believers carry the pendant, and the pendant is in the hands of the Milacists, then it goes without saying who the pendant is worshiping.

Walking back to Ravenshi Town on two legs is naturally much slower than Dragonborn and the others. The Dragonborn smiled triumphantly for a while, and then they returned to Dragonborn’s manor in Ravenshi Town and asked Zelin to take care of it by himself. Put the horses in the stables, and buy some food from the vomit mica. After the ground stones are purified, the residents of Crow Rock Town can definitely sleep well, although they themselves don't know what happens to them when night falls.

The innkeeper Gidis welcomed Zelin very warmly. According to him, his inn seemed to be transferred because of the arrival of the demon hunter and his group. In just a few days, a new guest arrived. In the past, there was not always a guest from outside in his hotel for a month.

But when Zelin saw the outsider dressed in light brown linen, sitting in the hotel lobby tasting the latest beer from the tavernkeeper, he subconsciously put his hand on the hilt.

"Oh! Dear friend, we meet again!" Sam Guivin grinned happily after seeing Zelin, "Come on, I've been honing my card skills recently, let's have a good game! Let's try it! With a taste, this new product brewed by the dark elves is really great."

Chapter 939 The Other Side of the Demon God

Opposite Sam Guiwen, a dark elf townsman shook his head helplessly and dropped the card in his hand. He lost, then took a sip of the wine in his hand. In response to Sam Guevin's invitation for another round, the dark elf waved his hand, indicating that he could not continue to drink. Then the dark elf stood up and staggered towards the door, almost hitting Zelin while walking.

"We met again, friend." Sam Guivin still had a hearty smile on his face, like a young man who had come outside for fun and had met his friend in an accident. He raised his head and shouted to the owner of Gidis, "Bring us all the Sujama you have left. These delicious wines are so happy! Don’t they? Look at your brows, it’s fast Screwed together, let's have a drink at the bar together. Wine can make people happy and happy. This is a wonderful thing~"

"I don't want to wait until I wake up and show up at the Dibella Temple in Markas again." Zelin shook his head. "Are you a magician? Honestly, that's not a funny joke." Fortunately, he was not there. Solve the habit of drinking and entertaining with people before the matter, otherwise it would be terrible to be sent to Markas on the eve of the attack on the Somo Embassy.

"Magic? Hahaha, I'm not a magician." Sam Guivin laughed a few times. He picked up a few bottles of Sujama from the innkeeper’s dining plate and placed one in front of Zelin. Put it in front of yourself, "Don't worry, this is just pure drinking, playing cards, and chatting."

There are no other people in the hotel, only the two of them. Hotels in Yashi Town have always had few guests. It's not for other reasons, but this remote and deserted island is no one cares about.

"If you can know who you are, I think this wine party will be more enjoyable." Zelin picked up a bottle of Sujama and poured it into a wooden cup with a gap on the edge of the wooden cup. Brand and good wine."

"Of course it's okay." Sam Guevin filled the glass in front of him with Sujama. "First respect the respectable Mr. Gidis, who can bring us such a wonderful special wine." He picked up the wooden cup. He raised his head and drank to the bottom in one breath. Sam touched his mouth with his linen sleeves and exclaimed, "Did you just ask my identity? Yes, my identity."

Sam Guivin cleared his throat.

"In front of you is the most knowledgeable researcher in Tamriel."

"Researcher?" Zelin raised his eyebrows. Sam Guivin did not look like a researcher, but rather like a prodigal who would hang around in pubs, casinos and brothels. Perhaps the researchers themselves are weird, but some bards especially like to write songs in brothels that are passed down by the population. However, Zelin didn't know much about them, even if he knew Dandreen.

"One more cup, my friend, another one, and I'll tell you the rest."

Sujama in the bottle dropped another point.

"Yes, I'm a researcher." Sam Guiven patted his chest. "The most knowledgeable annihilation researcher in Tamriel, I would say that no human or elves can surpass me in the study of annihilation. "

"Really? Can I ask you something? About the devil."

Although Sam Guevin avoided Zelin's question very cleverly, maybe he didn't want to say much. Zelin was also aware of his avoidance, but compared to his true identity, he wanted to know what knowledge and research Sam had in front of him.

"One more glass, we have several more bottles." Sam shook the bottle in his hand. The tavernkeeper walked over and wiped the table with a rag, and then placed a plate of salmon and a plate of roast lamb sprinkled with green onions and salt, and a spice that Zelin didn't know.