The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Of course it is to deal with those wild hunts."

Zelin opened the package, took out the scrolls in batches, and prepared to send it to others. There are stoneskin scrolls, zombie call scrolls, magic light scrolls, but Zelin didn't classify them, because he knew that no matter what scrolls it was, the final effect was the same---explosion.

Maybe Zag is a genius in another sense, and the flame cloak at the beginning may explain it. Virginia once explained that it was because Zag injected too much magic power into it, which made the magic structure unstable. But later when other scrolls appeared, Virginia could only admit that her knowledge was too shallow to explain the principles. Who can make a scroll of healing magic explode? Only Zag can. Zelin doubted that this tiger man had never studied any magic beyond the destruction element.

"If the enemy can be dealt with at a long distance, I won't get close to them." Zelin said, wrapping a hand cannon ball on a magic scroll. "If I can use all the items that bring harm to the enemy at once, I will not save a drop of potion or a bomb. There is only one battle, only a group of enemies, the first and last battle, what do I have? Why don't you try your best?"

"Your enemy will cry." Virginia giggled.

"They cry better than those close to me and me." Zelin gently picked up Virginia's hair hanging on his shoulders, and a scent of jasmine lingered on the tip of his nose. "Isn't it cold? Be careful. Those wild hunts can use spells and summon wind and snow. If you are in danger, you must protect yourself first. Don't take risks. I don't want to see anyone fighting on the battlefield. Injured."

"Ms. Elf gave me a talisman, this talisman can keep me out of the cold." Virginia played with the pendant on her neck. "You too, don't get hurt... you know? When I was in Labrinthian, I almost thought I was going to lose you. Don't make me cry anymore, I don't want to cry anymore."

"Of course." Zelin put his forehead against the mage girl's forehead. "You won't cry anymore, because you have already cried for the last time in Labrinxian."

Chapter 1387: The King of Wild Hunt

"It's time."

Flocks of crows flapped their wings and landed neatly on the dry branches, and then rose into the air amid the laughter and wailing under the tree. Under the reflection of the moonlight, it was like a black cloud surrounding the canopy of a huge tree. The tortured corpses were hung under the branches. The light of the brazier cast the shadows of the corpses onto the broad tree trunks. The feathers of the black crow hovered and fell, like black rain, the feathers hovered and fell, and finally fell into one. In the palm of his hand with dark black metal gloves.

"Look at these humans." With the feathers pinched in the palm of her hand, Eredin's eyes were fixed on the lines on the tail feathers. "They are like this group of crows. They know that they can't eat the corpses here, but are attracted by the corpses and refuse to leave. In the end, they will only end up in death. Greedy, rude and without self-knowledge."

With a click, a crow that had been frozen into ice fell to the ground and shattered.

"Your Majesty, we have been waiting for too long." Nislila stood behind Eredin, a deep and depressing voice came from the white skull mask. "These human beings are cowards. They dare not come over. Our waiting here is meaningless. I suggest killing this woman. The bait is not necessarily a living person, but it can also be hatred. You let the girl’s two relatives follow We, but she did not show up for a year. We should tell her that we have no patience to continue playing hide and seek with her. This game is over. Your Majesty, our people don't have enough time to wait for a human decision! "

"Be patient, Nislila." Eredin threw away the feather, and when the feather fell to the ground, it was instantly covered with a layer of frost. "Our last raid failed. We should have caught two people, but only this woman."

"But the man followed through the portal, courageous but extremely stupid." Nislila added. "The man named Geralt, he has been with us long enough, or we should kill him, keep his body, hang on the tree and tell the girl who is hiding, if she doesn’t come out, we will continue to kill Drop people close to her."

The King of Wild Hunt looked at the black figure among the corpses hanging under the branches, the dark dress and black curly hair, and the violet pendant on his chest. Ye Naifa closed her eyes tightly, her clothes were covered with scratches, and only tiredness and pain remained on her cheeks. Only the slight ups and downs of her chest could tell the difference between her and the corpse next to her. As if hearing Geralt's name, Ye Naifa slowly opened his eyes, anger burning in his lavender pupils.

"No, no, it's not the time yet. Don't let your anxiety overwhelm your sanity, Nislila. For example, our angry lady has woken up." Eredin shifted its gaze to Ye Naifah. "I'm glad to hear your lover's name? Yes, you know Geralt is following us. Don't think that your little actions can be hidden from us. You have been trying to use magic to leave a trace for him, you Think that the low-level magic of humans can escape our eyes? No, it’s okay, this at least solves some troubles for us, otherwise we can hardly think of how to behave without finding him, but leaving enough for Geralt The clues made him keep up with us. He really thought it was impossible for us to detect his passing through the portal to follow us? For humans without any basic magic skills, this is the case."

Ye Naifa clenched his fists tensely, then let go. This is the first time in more than half a year that she can be out of the palm of the wild hunting demon spirit. She wants to try to cast a magic that can make her escape or mess up everything. Then she found that all she could do was cough, wheeze, retching constantly, shaking her body like a catfish being lifted, and suppressing the pain caused by abdominal cramps as much as possible.

"Magic gold." Eredin rubbed regularly with her slender fingers like a skull. "The nemesis of low-level spells. You can continue to play with your tricks, and then try to see if you will spit out your intestines."

The magic on the wild hunting warrior still exists, and the undead controlled by the wild hunt did not dissipate because of the proximity to the magic gold, and the magic magic gold expired before their magic.

Eredin stretched out his hand and raised Ye Naifah's chin. He seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't say it. Ye Naifa slammed his forehead against the tip of Eredin's unprotected nose, like a counter-attack eel. But this counterattack didn't cause Erudin any trouble, or even caused him to bleed.

The fist hit her face immediately, and she saw a pair of fists with iron gloves, and the pain erupted in her face, half of her face seemed to be stiff. Then again, the pain on his face became symmetrical. Her eyes were full of stars, and her consciousness seemed to be sinking into it, but the sudden pain in her abdomen pulled her back again, and the fluid in her stomach poured up, she hadn't eaten anything for a long time, and Ye Naifah could only vomit. Clear liquid. She tasted a hint of sweetness at the corner of her mouth, and the female warlock who had been accustomed to torture in the past few years knew what it was.

Eredin rubbed the tip of her nose and showed a cruel smile. "For a disobedient mare, it should be brushed with an iron brush. Until it bleeds, then use a whip to lick it until it is exhausted. This is an effective method, especially effective for a strong horse. , And this method is not limited to dealing with mares."

He grabbed Ye Naifah's hair, forced her to raise her head, and then punched the female warlock in the face. The blow was very strong, and Ye Naifa's face shed two streams of blood, and the blood oozes from the ruptured forehead. But Ye Naifa didn't scream, she passed out.

"Your Majesty." A wild hunter holding a scepter walked behind Eredin and bends over to signal him slightly. "I found the traces of those humans. They are on this land, approaching us. Do you want to summon the undead and monsters here to solve them?"

"No, let them come, they are not a trouble, they have never been." This time, Erelis and Carranhill, the two most trusted fighters beside Eredin, did not appear. Eredin has his own considerations. Although he wins Gale up politically and defeats Avalak and the sage class behind him, he does not know whether these sages will plot to overthrow him when he leaves, or Use magic to restore the illusion of King Ain El's death. Although this was Eredin's unintentional act, it was enough to make him bear the charge of killing the king. So he left Carranhill there to ensure that his rule and alliance with Gale would not go wrong.

As for Iriles, he is suitable to be a general, and only suitable to be a general. The imminent hoarfrost has already made him hopeless for success. If he can throw away the pessimism and the indulgence brought about by pessimism, he will become an extremely valuable person.

Unfortunately, he is not.

Gal provided reinforcements and navigators for Eredin's wild hunt, and the high-level wizard in front of him was the navigator equipped for this wild hunt. Long light golden hair was draped over the shoulders from the sides of the skull mask. Considering the armor of wild hunting, this costume is not suitable for her, but this is wild hunting. A group of skeletons, ghosts and undead should be formed. Eredin always likes to go through villages and cities in the lower world. Listen Screaming at those ignorant races, laughing at their embarrassed appearance. Just like his obsession with horses.

"Let them come, this is part of the plan. Maybe our bait is too weak, too small, or we misestimated the importance of human beings to family affection." Eredin glanced at Ye Naifah who had passed out of a coma. "It's like catching a wild horse. Not enough bait can not attract a good horse. We don't have enough chips in our hands. We should add more. Get your magic ready. I want to catch them alive and let the wild little mare take the initiative. Bring it to the door."

The navigator didn't ask anything about the plan. If she could know, Eredin would tell her everything, if she shouldn't know, Eredin would not tell her anything. The only person who can know the specific plan is Karan Hill, Eredin's most trusted assistant.

"There are more than ten of them." The navigator told Eredin what he saw with magic. "They are all riding horses and are coming here."

Eredin walked under the tree of hanged ghosts, and the seat made of frost shook his hand at the navigator at will. The navigator bent over and nodded at him again, and disappeared into the mottled shadow under the canopy.

Everything near the tree of the hanged ghost was covered with frost. The wild hunting knights in skeleton armor hovered around, and on the periphery, there were more wailing ghosts, they screamed in pain, these were mad. The souls plundered by the hunters became the best musicians in this rally. Eredin was sitting on the seat, and new wild hunts appeared in the nearby sky from time to time. One after another wild hunting knights flashed across the night sky. They led the cursed demon spirits and the bone warriors driven by magic. . Willen, I don’t know how many corpses are buried in this cursed land, and how many resentful souls wander here. Now, the undead are all driven by wild hunting towards the tree of hanged ghosts.

This is a grand hunting rally, a hunting where only the demon spirits and the dead are involved, hunting souls, spreading death and pain. As the ancient custom portrays, the night of Sophne, the night of monsters, the night of ghosts and ghosts. In the open woods, in the cold wind, ghosts walk on the ground, and the souls of the dead will burst out of the ground. The howling wind, the howling of werewolves and vampires, and the groaning of ghouls, the mourning banshee would howl.

Everyone is hiding at home, hiding in the arms of their relatives, afraid of the devil outside, afraid of the ghost knocking on the window, afraid of watching their evil eyes all the time.

Except for a group of hunters who are galloping in the Willen Forest.

Chapter 1388: Monster Hunting

Fallen leaves.

Cold wind.

The heavy steps of the demon hunter stepped on the frost covering the ground. The night was cold and quiet, only the sorrowful cry of the thin ice being stepped on by the boots.

Canopy, dead body. Two people have two swords.

That's it.

"You are here."

Looking at Eredin sitting indifferently on the iron seat, Zelin slowly pulled out the silver sword behind him. The sword body slid out of the scabbard, and the runes inscribed on it were illuminated by the cold moonlight.

"I'm here, where is she?"

The King of Wild Hunt took off his face mask, revealing the pale face below. The hanging ghost tree was empty, and the only people who accompany them were the shadows who followed them. This is the first time Zelin has seen the true appearance of the King of Wild Hunt. On Ain Elt’s flat face, there are small round pupils in those goshawk-like eyes, and he read from it. Treacherous and cruel. Under the slightly curved nose of the hook, there are tight thin lips, almost bloodless, as if they are about to merge with that pale face.

Eredin leaned forward slightly and made a please gesture to Zelin. Skeleton-like fingers are facing the hanged ghost tree beside him. The place of the legendary wild hunting rally, now the corpse has become the new costume of this giant tree.

The demon hunter glanced indifferently over the corpses hanging under the huge tree canopy. Then his pupils shrank slightly, and Ye Naifa's miserable appearance came into view. Her face was blue and purple, and blood drops were dripping down her pointed chin and nose. As if being dragged into the air, he fell fiercely on the rocks. As for her body, the dark black riding attire had long since become tattered, and what was exposed under the crack was not the skin, but the bloodstains that had been beaten by the whip. A leather whip covered with barbed thorns was thrown on the ground nearby, and the blood on the tip of the whip dripped like a deep black jade in the dark night. The female warlock's body swayed slightly in the wind, like a blood-stained rag, like a remains after being hanged.

"You killed her?"

Eredin slightly raised the corners of his bloodless mouth, and under his dark eyes were a pair of falcon-like eyes. He glanced slightly at the corpses on the tree of hanging ghosts beside him. "Who? There are too many here." The corpse, who is the person you are looking for? Who hired a foolish demon hunter to come here? Come and challenge the demon spirit knight over and over."

"You killed her?!"

"I don't know who you are talking about," Eredin gave a bloodthirsty smile. "There are many corpses here, many humans have died, many humans are dying, if you are not hurry, there will only be corpses left here. My patience is as little as the remaining blood in these human bodies."

The people on the tree of hanged ghosts began to groan weakly, echoing the crows hovering in the sky.

"Put away your tricks, Eredin!" Zelin said, squinting his eyes, and under the stimulation of potions and emotions, he could clearly see every detail on Eredin, including the leftovers on the back of the glove. Blood skin. "You know who I'm talking about, Ye Naifa! Don't think that using some spells to make the corpses scream can deceive my eyes."

Zelin took a step forward angrily. This is like a signal. In an instant, groups of light blue flames rose on the spot, and the flames exploded, and the flames outlined the figure of the wild hunter. One by one, wild hunters with armor covered with frost appeared in front of the demon hunter, two-handed axes, flail, maces, and two-handed swords, all terrifying weapons and their hateful masters, in a blink of an eye. It filled the open space near the tree of the hanged ghost.

"She's still alive, I didn't kill her, at least now. For a mare who doesn't listen to reprimands, I usually use a whip to whip her first, and then brush her hair with an iron brush. If it doesn't work, I will stab her with a sword. If it doesn’t work, it proves that this is a worthless bad horse. I will chop off her head and peel off her skin. The sword with wavy tooth patterns rests on the shoulders. "And for a wild horse that rudely breaks into my territory, I will not be kind. I will kill it, hang its body on the border, and warn any creatures with dizzy heads to step into this place. This is their fate. "

Eredin waved his hand, and the Hanged Ghost Tree became quiet again.

Wild hunters are waiting for orders. Near them, more and more demon spirits and cursed people emerge from the air, ghosts and skeletons crawling out of the ground, wailing souls hovering in the sky, pairs of blood red hidden in the darkness His pupils stared at the demon hunter in front of him, a living being who broke into the gathering of evil spirits.