The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Definitely, I think I will go there before the arrival of this winter at the latest, otherwise, after the snow has closed the mountain, I will have to wait until next year to go to Kodwin."

As if responding to the bad weather mentioned by Zelin, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky. The stars disappeared, replaced by gloomy dark clouds.

Zelin raised his head and saw from the left end of Skyrim "Will it rain here too?"

"Sometimes, the weather here is no different from other places."

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Another flash of lightning.

The night sky was illuminated by electric light.

"I don't think this is normal weather." Zelin narrowed his eyes slightly. The rumble of the approaching storm in the distance, and the light of lightning flashed from time to time on the horizon, accentuating the outline of the top of the tree. The cold wind roared, and the nearby fog was rolling and surging. The wind was very strong and strong. It was not just the fog, but the dark clouds in the lake and the sky were constantly wandering, changing in many ways.

Geralt sighed. "Damn it, the clothes that were washed only yesterday are very humid when it rains."

Morgan pulled the front corner of the hood tightly to prevent it from being blown away by the wind. The wind shook the trees and the branches rustled.

"Are you sure we want to return in this terrible weather? Strange, I never knew there was such a storm in Avalon." Morgan looked at the rolling lake with some palpitations. "We have to wait until dawn at least tomorrow before setting off. I don't want to go all the way back."

The thunder rumbling again. Suddenly, under the shining of a lightning bolt, the demon hunter's vertical pupil caught the cavalry.

"Be careful!"

At the same time that he thought of his warning, there were shouts, whistles, horse neighs and hoofs.

"Dh’oine!"

The whistling wind mixed with the running horse hooves, and Geralt left and ran to the stump, where there were two swords. Morgan looked at the figure passing by in the sky in shock. Under the black vague outline, there was a nightmare-like knight. In the skull's face, a light blue flame was burning in his eye sockets. Lightning split the apple tree mercilessly, and the flame burst open, instantly engulfing the orchard.

"Morgan!"

A black riding shadow appeared behind the witch, Bai Sensen's skeleton arm grabbed her shoulder. Suddenly, Morgan seemed to be hit by something, flew out, fell to the ground and rolled several times before stopping. Zelinbi drew out Alderfa’s hand and turned to the wild hunter ghost, but the wind in his ear made him withdraw his hand, and a two-handed axe slashed over, and another wild hunter appeared beside him, slashing straight. The demon hunter releases the arm of the seal.

The horses neighed, and the wild hunter grabbed the reins, turned around and rushed towards the demon hunter again. It tries to knock down the enemy with the impact of the horse. When the horse is about to pass by the demon hunter, the wild hunter skillfully swings the axe in his hand. Its power is great. The heavy two-handed axe can be easily carried with one hand. Of waving. So Zelin didn't choose to resist the blow hard, he rolled on the ground, and while rolling, the silver sword hit the unprotected place on the horse's leg.

The horse wailed, and fell forward with the knight. The Wild Hunter fell face down to the ground, slid out several meters, and threw the axe. The war horse struggled to stand up, Wild Hunter supported his body with both hands and climbed up. The next moment, he fell on the ground with a sword stuck in his head.

The demon hunter drew out the silver sword, the wild hunting figure was dissipating, but Zelin didn't pay attention to it. Another wild hunter came to it, and his skeleton-like body swung his battle axe straight to the head of the demon hunter. The silver sword held the enemy's axe handle, Zelin came with a simple throw of the sword, unloaded the enemy's power and guided it to rush to the side. The Wild Hunt Soldier controlled the balance, but at the moment it passed sideways, it had already exposed its flaws.

In the next second, the sword light swept across the abdomen, and the Wild Hunt soldier walked forward weakly for two steps, knelt on the ground, and before falling to the ground, his body dissipated like flying ash.

"Gar’ean!"

It is the elven language of Ain El.

The demon hunter ran forward two steps and grabbed Morgan's shoulder. Zelin shook hard. "Protect yourself and follow me!"

"Ghost hunters, why do they appear in Avalon?!"

There is no time to answer, Zelin has already seen the goal. The physique of Ayn El Elves is much stronger than ordinary humans, and taller, and the slender body of their cousins, Ayn Sidi Elves, seems to be completely two extremes. And there is an El Elf's size that is particularly eye-catching even in wild hunting.

A tall warrior is walking towards the island surrounded by several wild hunting soldiers, and the leading wild hunting is carrying a huge epee. The battle between the demon hunter and the other two wild hunters made them deviate from where they were before, so the other invaders did not notice here.

Zelin drew his sword. He didn't stare at the soldiers not far away, and spoke directly to Morgan without turning his head. "You retreat to their secluded house. I will deal with them. When you get there, you should be safe. They are all powerful warriors and warlocks. Together with them, try to defeat them or retreat. I'll be there in a while. ."

"No, you forgot that I am a witch, I stopped them with magic."

Morgan took a few steps forward and stood by a tree. She held the tree trunk with one hand, pointed her other finger at the seven wild hunters, and whispered a spell in her mouth. The magic power made the hem of her robe with a light silver pattern embroidered on the neckline swayed slightly, and when the spell ended, the crows screamed. More than 30 black crows swooped down from the dark night sky, pecking at the enemy's arms, eyes and body through the gaps in the armor.

This trick works well against ordinary people, but the ghost-like wild hunt will not be hurt, but it can still hold them back temporarily.

Zelin didn't know how many enemies there were, but they couldn't spend it here meaninglessly. The last wild hunting appeared in the Swift Tower, this time it appeared in Apple Tree Island. In any case, it is not safe here anymore.

On the hillside not far away, Geralt waved the silver sword in his hand, and several wild hunting soldiers were surrounded nearby. These wild hunts attacked from all sides at the same time, and the axe and the blade fell like raindrops. But Geralt's sword was faster, and before the axe fell on his head, the silver sword pierced the neck of the wild hunt in front of him. He dexterously dodges attacks from everywhere, and looks for the enemy's flaws to launch a counterattack. A wild hunter walked around Geralt's back, but was shot in the chest by a crossbow arrow, and then split his head by the wolf school hunter who noticed him.

"Geralt! Find Ye Naifah, we have to break out!"

This was not a small team. Standing on the hillside, he saw that there were more than 30 wild hunting soldiers approaching on the beach below. In this long-planned raid, they must kill before Apple Tree Island is surrounded.

Morgan screamed and warned. "Be careful of the sky!"

Her words were immediately overwhelmed by the sound of lightning bursts, and several lightning beams hit the ground near them like falling sharp swords. In the blink of an eye, only a piece of paleness remained in Zelin's vision.

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"Gar’ean! Dh’oine!"

The nightmare-like rider passed the night sky, and his robes fluttered around him. The wild hunter's figure fell on the ground that had become a piece of scorched earth accompanied by lightning. Zelin inserted the silver sword into the ground to support his body. The electric light did not directly hit him, but the blow was too sudden. When he saw the lightning, he could only subconsciously avoid it. He felt half of his body tingling like needles. Feeling his right hand tremblingly took out a bottle of potion from behind, bit off the oak cork with his teeth, raised his head and drank all the potion.

The lawn was burning, Zelin looked around, and soon found Morgan lying beside the trees. The demon hunter ran over, and the witch fell motionless to the ground. He quickly picked her up and extinguished the flames on the gray robe. Morgan's body fell limp to the ground, his arms twitching from time to time. Zelin could be sure that she was still alive, but the electric shock made her temporarily lose consciousness. Zelin looked around, raised his hand and swept Alder and extinguished the nearby flames, then placed Morgan next to a tree, letting her sit with her back against the root of the tree.

This place is far from the direction of wild hunting invasion, she will not be in danger here.

It now seems that Wild Hunt does not intend to let them go, and even though Zelin knows the location of the canoe, it is impossible for him to drop Morgan, who has lost his mobility due to the electric shock. He wants to find Geralt and Ye Naifah, and then come back to find a way to break through. He originally thought that he and Geralt would go to Ye Naifah, and then ask Morgan to go to the shore to prepare the canoe to leave, but now it seems that he can only do these things alone.

He shook his hand, regaining the feeling in his arm. Then he rubbed his hands vigorously, pulled out the sword stuck in the soil, and looked in the direction of the secluded house. The hillside blocked his view, but he could see half of the sky reflected by the burning flame.

It was another lightning bolt, but it was not natural lightning. Electric lights fell one after another on the apple tree island, sweeping away the beauty and beauty of the past. Under the gloomy sky, the trees exploded and the bushes turned into fireballs burning on the ground, and they were constantly eroding the woods under the action of the strong wind. And the lawn, soaring black smoke obscures the sky, the twinkling stars and the bright moon have long hidden behind them.

Not far away, the lawn was burning, Zelin could already see the house in the fire, and Geralt who was fighting outside the house. He wielded a silver sword and an iron sword while resisting attacks from all sides. He was injured, but his fierce swordsmanship caused these wild hunting ghosts to fall one by one.

The ghost horse stands in the flames, like a knight in hell. Zelin looked at the tall knight standing in front of him. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and quickly remembered where he had seen it. The Swift Tower, this is the wild hunting ghost outside the Swift Tower. "You chose the wrong time to come here, Demon Hunter."

A dull voice came from behind the skull visor, and the knight rolled over and dismounted, holding a huge two-handed sword in one hand and pointing at the demon hunter, "Once again, it will be the last time."

"It's flattering to let you remember." Zelin raised his sword. "But a pity, I don't remember you."

The Wild Hunter was stunned for a moment.

Just a jump, the demon hunter appeared in front of the wild hunt, the silver sword swept across the enemy's head, neck and thighs, three swift swords, the first two swords were blocked by the opponent, but the third sword hit . The rune light on the silver sword is a masterpiece, and the image of the wild hunting ghost is hit hard by a heavy hammer, and it takes a few steps to stabilize the figure.

Zelin did not leave it any respite. The demon hunter saw that the injury to the left leg of the wild hunter had some influence on its actions. He went around to the other side of the opponent and attacked from the side that was more beneficial to him. The power of the wild hunter is very strong, the huge blade hit the burning tree, the thick trunk was cut off, and it fell to the ground with a harsh squeak.

The demon hunter was dexterously looking for the enemy's gap, he hit the opponent's plate armor with a sword, and blood flowed from the gap under the shoulder guard. Then there was another, the rib armor on the front of Wild Hunter's chest shattered. The enemy yelled, slashing angrily, but only slashed into the air. For the third time, the knight's heavy armor worked, but a burst of sparks splashed on the armor. Wild Hunt even deliberately exposed flaws, trying to attract Zelin to launch a counterattack, but Zelin did not make every attack too deep, ensuring that he could quickly retreat after every attack to avoid the enemy's pursuit.

"Dh’oine! Arva’doun!"

The Wild Hunter roared angrily. He seemed to have lost patience because of Zelin's continuous dodge. The demon hunter dodges every blow of the enemy flexibly, and finds opportunities to leave several wounds on its body. The knight slammed the epee violently, and the sword slashed towards Zelin with the sound of breaking through the air, but Zelin didn't panic, he calmly watched the blow, and then his muscles jumped up. The knight rushed over, but he didn't expect that he would approach him directly with a step instead of dodge. Zelin's blade was like a viper out of a hole, accurately biting on the knight's arm.

The Great Sword of Wild Hunt took off and fell, Zelin's toes spun, using the inertia brought about by the rotation to give another blow. This time it hit the helmet directly, and the skull mask shattered in half, revealing the **** face behind. Wild Hunt staggered back two steps, Zelin took a step back, accumulating strength. After the opponent wiped off the blood blocking his eyes, there was only a cold light in front of his eyes. With a lightning strike, the long sword had already pierced its chest.

An extremely smooth sword.

Wild Hunt's body trembled, and the silver sword was pulled out all of a sudden. It was as if the pillar supporting its body had been taken away. Wild Hunt didn't make any more noises, and fell at the feet of the demon hunter with a thump.

Soon, the body of Wild Hunt gradually turned into fly ash.