The Journey of the Demon Hunter

There was also the night before the Judgment Order arrived, so that could explain why Fiona had lost her staff, and there were some scars on her clothes and body. She must have been attacked when Zelin and Dorian met. This also proves one thing on the side that Alex does not have so many restrictions on using time magic.

"I will pay attention. If there is something wrong with him, I will compare with him, whether it is his magic or my dagger."

"Don't take risks, only you can close the sky rift."

"Don't worry, I know."

Lavilland walked back again, Alex was already waiting there. Some of the Templars blocked Varrick's sight, and the dwarf jumped twice, and finally pushed away the person in front of him and walked back to the front again. It didn't take long for the Magister to show a confused expression, and the corners of Lavillan's mouth rose slightly. According to Zelin's understanding of her, this was almost the expression she would subconsciously reveal when she started to tease.

Suddenly, Zelin noticed something unusual on the castle wall in the distance. A guard patrolling back and forth on the wall did not come out after entering a tower. Soon, the two guards at the city gate also disappeared. He saw a black figure flash by, and then an archer directly above the city gate also disappeared.

The demon hunter coughed slightly, "Time flies."

Warrick took off Bianca from behind and gently stroked the crossbow arm of the mechanical crossbow, "Our Nightingale is coming?"

"It's not just this." Zelin squinted his eyes slightly. He saw some of the Derfant mages, some of whom had already put their hands on the hilt. Dorian said that the spellcasting habits of the wizards of Derfant were different from those of the wizards in the south. They used to use swords instead of wands. "On the left, third from the front, staring at him."

"And the one on the right, near the wall..." Suddenly, Varrick's words stopped. "Well, when I didn't say anything."

The person Warrick was about to talk about disappeared in front of him, and the bushes not far away shook twice, and there was no movement.

"Damn it, I thought about how their group tied me from Kirkwall to Huishuang Mountain." Varrick scratched the back of his head, as if the back of his head would ache at the thought of this. "Our Sister Nightingale never I don't know what mercy is from my subordinates. I was kidnapped to Huishuang Mountain somehow. I had already considered how to contact my family when they asked for a ransom. But I was told that they wanted me to come here to tell a story? Fortunately, when you first came out, it was not her that you met, but His Majesty the Pope."

In front, the Magister suddenly showed an expression of impatientness, and the voice of the conversation rose a little.

"Enough is enough. I thought it was a pleasant thing to be able to talk to a reasonable woman. The crisis here can be resolved peacefully! You entered my camp with a stolen sign --- one you can't The gift of understanding-do you think you can do whatever you want? Your existence is a mistake!"

"Do you know who killed His Majesty the Pope?!" Lavilan also raised his voice, and Zelin heard a commotion between the Tribunal and the Templars behind him. "You, Alex! You participated in that assassination." !"

"This is an important moment for the ancients, and you, you, you don't even have the qualifications to stand in front of him."

The demon hunter grasped the hilt of the sword all at once, and he found the right one. These wizards were the ones who followed the ancient one and destroyed the Holy Ash Temple.

"Stop, father!" Alex's son, Phoenix suddenly pushed away the magicians in front of him and ran out, "Listen to what you are talking about!"

"He sounds like the regular villain in traditional drama." Dorian and Phoenix walked out together with a mocking smile on their faces.

"You let me down, Dorian..." Alex shook his head gently "I gave you a chance, but you don't know how to cherish it."

"Who is the elder? The one who killed His Majesty the Pope? A magician?" Lavilan asked what many people in the room wanted to know.

"It won't be long before he will become a god."

Hearing this, Zelin sighed softly.

The third... No, it should be the fourth.

"He will make the world surrender in front of the magician again, and we will rule from Amaranting Ocean to the Frozen Sea." Alex waved his hand, and the Devant battle mage behind him drew out their swords.

"Stop, father, stop!" Phoenix tried to persuade his father again to "abandon Venadori and let the magician of the South go and repair the cracks in the sky, let's go home!"

"No, Phoenix, this is the only way." Alex showed an expression of pain. "The magic of the ancients can save you... the ancients promised, if it wasn't for the mistake I made in that temple..."

"Accept the facts, father, I will die, but I don't want you to follow this path because of this!"

"No..."

He saw that the Templar knights behind Lavilan also pulled out their swords, clenched their shields and stepped forward. The Magister immediately stretched out his hand, "Grab them! Venadori! The ancients called for this woman!"

The next moment, along with the sound of the sword blade being unsheathed, there was also the sound of the castle gate closing behind. Sister Lelianna swung a blood-stained dagger at the gate of Redcliffe Castle, and several agents of the Inquisition Order drew their bows and arrows and aimed at the Devant below.

Lavilland smiled and opened her arms. "Now, who is arresting whom?"

"Venadoli! Destroy them!"

Alex waved a big hand, but it wasn't just them who were ready to do it, it was also Cassandra's order that sounded at the same time as his voice.

"The Templars, attack!"

The Derfant mages raised their swords, and more than a dozen huge fireballs crossed the air and smashed in the direction of the Judgment Order. The Templars stepped forward and divided into two rows. The knights in the first row squatted on the ground and put up their special shields. The knights in the second row put the shields above their heads like umbrellas, forming a special side. Shield wall. The fireball hit the shield, like water splashed into the desert, and the kung fu disappeared in a blink of an eye, but the Templars did not move.

"Archer!"

The moment the flame dissipated, the Templar's shield wall immediately gave up a gap, just to reveal the five archers behind them who had already bent their bows and set their arrows. The arrow shot out with a piercing sound, and the two Derfant mages in front were shot, covering their chests and falling to the ground.

"Catch them!"

Cassandra swung the sword, and the Templars began to move forward in an organized manner. The Derfant mages rushed up with their swords in their hands. It took almost an instant of effort, and everyone's hands clenched their weapons. Someone destroyed the city gate with a ball of magic. He saw Alex knock down two agents who tried to stop him. Leliana wanted to jump off the city wall and attack the Magister, but she was pulled out as soon as she fell. Frost from the ground blocked the way. Lavilan passed the fallen corpse in front of him, chased it into the castle, and disappeared in front of everyone in the blink of an eye.

But the other Devants were not so lucky. They had to deal with the Templars who attacked from the front, and they also had to guard against agents stabbing them from the back. Soon the ground was stained with a large amount of blood.

Several stream arrows flew over his head, Zelin lowered his head, he patted Varick on the shoulder, and the dwarf grasped the mechanical crossbow with his heart, and walked along the edge of the long bridge with the demon hunter towards the inside of the castle.

The first thousand one hundred and twenty-three chapters of Hongya's death fight

The rush of running echoed in the empty castle.

"Don't try to escape! Alex, you can't escape!"

Lavilan chased the Magister in front of him along the silent and gloomy corridor. Most of the torches in the corridor had been extinguished, and there was no servant to take care of it. The remaining torches were burning weakly, as if they were going to be extinguished in the next moment. The shadow cast on the wall by the Magister when he ran was faintly visible, like a monster emerging from the shadow, Lavilan followed closely behind, chasing him quickly in the maze-like corridor.

They ran and chased them for a long time. When Lavilland passed a corner, suddenly the line of sight in front of him suddenly became clear, and they had already ran into the castle hall. The stairs in the hall climbed up, and the eight stone pillars supporting the hall faced each other. Each stone pillar was hung with a torch to brighten the hall. When Ravilan chased him, Alex was already standing at the top of the stairs, behind the lord's table and chairs, and the huge hunting painting hanging on the wall behind.

"Escape? No, you made a huge mistake, woman! The one to flee is you." Alex stretched out his finger and pointed to Lavillan who was taking off the bow and arrow behind his back and walking slowly. "You interrupted me. The plan at the Peace Conference, I will hand you over to the elders as a remedy."

"Give me to the elders? Are you alone?" Lavilland sneered with nostrils. "What you did in the secret meeting almost killed me and put me in jail as a suspect. I will catch you. Tell the world who murdered the Pope. The Trial Order will judge you for your crimes!"

Lavilland stopped under the steps, about fifteen meters from Alex. Suddenly she bent her bow and set an arrow, shooting an arrow with lightning speed. The speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to notice how she put the arrow hidden behind her on the bowstring. This speed was much faster than casting a spell, Alex leaned down, the arrow pierced his shoulder and made him snorted, and was taken two steps back by the impact.

"Now, it's a wounded magician." Lavilland took out the arrow fixed inside from the belt fixed under the sleeve, bent the bow again and set the arrow again "surrender? Or should I shoot your legs off Are you dragging it out?"

Alex covered his shoulders and let out a heavy snort.

"Come out! Catch her!"

Lavilan's long ears tremble slightly, the wall with paintings hanging behind the lord's seat inside the hall opened, and several men and women dressed in the costumes of apostates ran out. They ran to the sides of the hall, vaguely surrounding Lavilan. Lavilan naturally wouldn't wait for others to copy her own way. She turned around with an arrow, and a magician trying to go around the corridor door was shot in the head, and fell on the cold slate ground with a bang.

It was like a signal, and the other wizards moved quickly. Lavilan made a high jump, turned around in mid-air, and avoided the magic flame that was shooting at him. A mage uttered a spell, and Lavilan had just landed, and a dazzling rune trap lit up on the ground. The finished characters of the three rune traps surrounded the elves, but the next moment, the wizard was slammed back and hit the stone pillar behind. A crossbow arrow hit his forehead, and the impact made him stand and be nailed to the pillar.

The demon hunter rushed out first, followed by Dorian who found them on the way, and finally Warrick with the crossbow.

A long sword burning with flame changed into the hand of a mage near the corridor, and he swung his sword towards the demon hunter. Zelin played a sword flower, the ebony blade seemed to turn into a ball of sword shadow. The moment he passed the mage, the enemy's body seemed to be drained instantly, and after walking forward weakly for two steps, it thumped. Kneeling down on the ground with a sound, his head fell under the force of gravity. But what appeared under the neck was not blood, but solidified scarlet magic crystals.

"You are too reckless, Lavilland."

Zelin raised his hand and drew out the rune of the Kunen's seal to resist the acid spray from the hands of the former mage. The elf dodges the rune trap with a small jump, and jumps behind the seal shield.

"I knew you would definitely follow up." She grinned and looked at Alex, who was flustered for the first time above. "Now, who is the prey?"