The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The demon hunter knew what was going on. After the last time the Swift Tower encountered a wild hunt, Francesca told him about it. When dealing with wild hunts, don't think that you can defeat them, because Ayn El can come in the form of ghosts, even if you kill their ghost bodies, the killed elves remain unscathed in their world. He cannot fight with them unless they will initiate an invasion in a physical form with the assistance of the navigator.

No one knows how many wild hunts there are.

After passing the fallen wild hunt, Zelin ran towards the residence.

On the distant beach, more ghosts gradually emerged from the mist, drawing the figure of wild hunting.

Chapter 1231: The King of Wild Hunt

"Geralt! We are about to break through!"

The last wild hunter fell, but this was not the end, it was just an episode. More wild hunting ghosts are gathering on the shore, and soon more enemies will surround here. The temperature is getting colder and colder, but one thing is certain, they don't need to face hoarfrost. If these wild hunters think this is an extremely important thing, but still come as ghosts, there is no doubt that this means that they do not have the help of the navigator. Francesca told the Demon Hunter about the Elven Elves, although it stands to reason that she shouldn’t say it to anyone outside the Elven Elves.

"Where to break through?"

Ye Naifa climbed to the roof of the secluded house, her magic supported a layer of shield to block the lightning that fell from time to time in the sky. Zelin didn't know where the lightning attack came from, but after this wave of wild hunting was temporarily defeated, the frequency of the lightning became much less.

"Leave here first, and then you can go to other worlds. None of us can travel around the world like Xili, but I also know several places where wild hunting is not so easy to enter."

Yanan may be a good place. For ordinary people, it is a sinister place full of monsters, but it also has a great influence on invaders in another world. There is also Skyrim. No one will ever know how powerful the world is. Relatively speaking, although Avalon also has certain restrictions, only the dead and those guided by the goblins can come here, but the dead body of the wild hunt seems to be able to avoid this.

"Where is the woman walking with you?"

"She was injured in the electric shock just now. I placed her in a safe place. We must retreat quickly. They are coming soon!"

Geralt raised his head and shouted to the sorcerer on the roof, "Ye! We should go!"

The female warlock was also wearing a common casual dress, she turned into a ray of white light on the roof, and the next moment her figure appeared beside Geralt.

But at the same time, there was the sound of running horse hooves.

Seven wild hunting knights charged in the direction where the demon hunters were. Zelin held the sword in his hand. Geralt threw away the steel sword that had cut the gap, grabbed the hilt of the silver sword with both hands, and stared firmly. Enemies rushing from the front. These wild hunting knights seem to form a moving wall, and behind the wall is a wave of death formed by howling ghosts.

Ye Naifa took two steps forward, and she raised her hand, and the flames reflected a violent and angry face, not sure if it was because of the attack or because of their burnt down house. She shouted a spell, and a spiral spark burst out from her hand, which was more dazzling and violent than all burning flames. The light seemed to directly overwhelm all the flames, and the spiral sparks pierced behind the wild hunt like a spear. Black mist. Those black mists were like punctured balloons. Zelin seemed to hear the screams of the ghosts behind. The wild hunters seemed to have encountered a horse-strapping sling, and they rushed forward and fell to the ground together with their horses.

The female warlock showed a trace of fatigue, and this kind of magic was a lot of consumption for her.

"Hurry up."

"Here!"

Geralt held Yenafa back, and Zelin led them to the shore where he had come to Avalon. Morgan had stayed where she was, but she woke up but couldn't move around freely. Zelin carried her behind her back, and the witch firmly grasped his shoulders.

"Be careful... they are about to start searching for you..."

The Apple Tree Island is very large, and under the night sky, they rely on the cover of the forest to move forward. But Zelin knew that they were not out of trouble. The shouts of the wild hunting ghost can be heard everywhere nearby. Even if he had to fight Wild Hunt, Zelin would not choose to fight in such a place. They have no reinforcements, and there is a steady stream of enemies.

Ye Naifa's magic obscured their movements, allowing them to avoid the ghosts driven by wild hunting as much as possible.

"Is the boat in this direction?"

"Yes, I remember it clearly." The sky was dark and there were burning flames everywhere, but the demon hunter had not lost his sense of direction. They marched along the road that was dried by flames, and the high temperature of the burning forest seemed to make the air distorted. When they walked through the last hillside, they saw the stunned eyes of a group of wild hunting soldiers---they happened to hit the group of soldiers who had just appeared from the beach and started to march into the island.

The next moment, the wild hunting warrior in the front fell staggeringly, and Zelin's sword struck its throat. The second wild hunting soldier waved his weapon in panic, which made it appear full of flaws. Zelin easily dodges the blow and counterattacked, with a single sword splitting the enemy's chest, the rib-like breastplate Failed to play a protective effect. The ghost state makes the attacks of these wild hunt soldiers not afraid of death—because they will not die because of it—but it still doesn't change much. Soon, this wild hunting squad consisting of thirteen soldiers turned into corpses on the ground under the combined attack of two demon hunters and a female warlock, and was wiped out in the gust of wind.

But this battle attracted the attention of nearby wild hunting soldiers, but they did not fall into the continuous battle. Morgan found a bottle of lavender potion from her body, and when the other soldiers approached, she threw the potion at the enemy. A cloud of purple mist burst open and instantly enveloped the enemy. The wild hunting soldiers screamed, because they had a lot of dense hair growing on their bodies, and they began to tightly entangle their limbs and throat, and within a short while, these wild hunts fell to the ground.

"Good stuff."

"Hurry up, I only have one bottle...cough cough." Morgan urged. The shadow of the woods is ever-changing in the tumbling fire, as if every place is surrounded by wild hunting figures, ready to rush out to attack this breakout team at any time. It didn't take long for them to find the canoe that was upside down on the pebbles on the shore. There is no trace of wild hunting nearby, but they absolutely cannot relax their vigilance because of this.

The two demon hunters and the sorcerer watched the surroundings. Zelin put Morgan down. She staggered when she stepped on the ground, but she still stabilized. Then, she began to recite a dull spell on the wooden boat.

"Why does Wild Hunt come here?"

"I don't know. Wild Hunter came to this world once. They were looking for something, but there was obviously none here." Zelin shook his head. Fortunately, these wild hunters didn't know Avalon's situation. "Let's go quickly, this island should be able to hold them down for a while."

"You are still stupid!"

The moment the sound appeared, the beach exploded. The mud and charred grass were blown into the air. Zelin felt like he was being pushed hard. The next moment, the cold lake water poured into his throat.

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"The hiding time is over, you rats."

The wild hunting king appeared on the beach with a body over two meters tall.

"Don't think you can escape. Human beings always like to act in vain." The hillside and fruit forest were burning behind the King of Wild Hunt, and the dazzling fire projected its terrible shadow in front of everyone. The figure of the King of Wild Hunt seemed looming in the firelight, which was exactly the performance of projection, but the smoke that soared into the sky seemed to dye it darker than the night.

An army of ghosts followed behind the King of Wild Hunt, huddling it. Zelin drew out the sword, their backs were against the sea, Ye Naifa prepared magic in his hands, ready to deal with the attacking enemy at any time, Geralt's sword guarded the other side, and they defended in a triangle. Morgan, who had little combat experience, was behind. Zelin winked at her and motioned for her to continue preparing for the spell to leave. For the witch who often stays in thatched huts to study herbs and potions, it is already very good to behave like this.

The King of Wild Hunt stretched out his arm with segmented gloves, and pointed his fingers at them with slender fingers like hand bones, "Stop the useless behavior and return the things you stole. I will let you be merciful."

"You stole their things?" Morgan asked in a low voice in confusion.

"I don't think so." Zelin replied in a low voice. He watched the surrounding situation calmly, in case any wild hunting ghosts came around from the side while their attention was attracted by the wild hunting king. The power of the ghosts is not as good as the strength of the wild hunting body. There are many of them, but their individual power may only be stronger than ordinary humans.

"We don't owe you anything." Ye Naifa replied, staring at the enemy in front of her, the angry flames in her eyes seemed to burn the wild hunt.

"No, you are in arrears, you humans, your world, you owe our blood, and now we want you to return it." The voice of the King of Wild Hunt was mixed with a trace of anger and disdain, as if seeing a group of lowliness The thieves walked grandiosely in his palace. "More than a thousand years ago, you humans stole the most precious fruit. It's time to pay back this debt with the capital and profits."

Zelin glanced at Morgan behind. "How long will it take?" He didn't say it, but Morgan still understood the meaning, and she pointed out two fingers.

Rather than pinning the hope of getting rid of here on the sake of being able to negotiate peacefully with Wild Hunt, Zelin is more willing to solve the problem on his own.

The King of Wild Hunt took a step forward, and he stretched out his hand. "Give Shilia to me, she belongs to us, not to you."

Ye Naifah has already given the answer.

The burst of fire exploded from the wild hunt, and the electric snakes wandered between them, like a power grid covering the wild hunt. For a moment, the whiteness seemed to fill everyone's sight. Zelin was holding his sword, and his sight was only left with a pale and blurred figure from wild hunting, as well as the sound of the blade swinging.

The shadows nearby were mottled. He heard the slight wind. His instinct told him that it was the action of the attacker swinging the sword. He subconsciously waved the weapon, and the touch from his palm told him that he had hit something. A wild hunter fell to the ground clutching his abdomen. The white light gradually weakened, and the gaze of the demon hunter saw more enemies. His hands were overlapped, the rune of Ignifa Seal appeared between his hands, and the stream of flame swept across the open space in front of him.

Another wild hunter fell to the ground, and two demon hunters stood by the beach, using swordsmanship and magic seals to resist the continuous offensive of wild hunting. Ye Naifa squatted down, and the lightning in his hand formed a straight line that constantly bombarded the tall body of the King of Wild Hunt, forcing it to pierce the heavy two-handed sword on the ground to withstand the storm-like spell attacks.

A wild hunter tried to attack from the side, but was controlled by Yaden Fayin, and then pierced through the abdomen. Another wild hunter's offensive stopped in front of Alder's sweep, and the burst of air knocked it to the ground and knocked down the two colleagues who followed. At the moment he turned back, his eyes noticed that Geralt was pulling the sword out of the downed Wild Hunter, and then rolled to avoid the pincer attack of the second Wild Hunter. In the next moment, Zelin's vision was blocked by more wild hunting ghosts.

"Auur’our!"

A tall wild hunting general rushed out, and he wielded a hammer of equal height and smashed it down at Zelin. The whistling wind brushed the ears of the demon hunter, and the heavy weapon hit the ground and splashed a cloud of dust. Zelin turned around, took a step back, and Wild Hunt chased him up, and when he saw it, he kicked the ground abruptly, and the dust that was raised just hit the part of the wild hunting helmet that should be the eye.

"Go!"

Morgan had finished her spell, and the canoe that had been buckled on the muddy shore was lying in the lake and swaying gently. The lake became quiet, and the mist rolling over the lake not far away had automatically separated its way.

Geralt used Alderfayin to repel the chasing enemies. Ye Naifah followed. Before jumping on the canoe, she threw a cloud of magical energy, which almost blasted a deep pit on the beach. , Just blocking the path of wild hunting, several black shadows were thrown into the air like rag dolls, and then fell to the ground softly, motionless. The roar of the King of Wild Hunt came from behind the rising smoke, so Zelin took out the most powerful bomb from the back of his waist and threw it in the direction of the sound.

"Let's go! Go!"