The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Where is your friend? That Geralt?" Eredin grinned, showing flat, white teeth. Elves have no canine teeth. "Let you die alone? Human beings are such creatures. They are eager for good, and avoid bad things like the plague. I hope other people will send death, and then stay and pick up the spoils. I don’t want to make any effort and I want to be rewarded. Low-level creatures that die in daydreaming. They should go back to the cave, just like their ancestors, only equipped to beat wooden sticks with their furry hands and dance around the campfire. You have never changed, just in the campfire. His creatures changed from cows and sheep to women, and it became even more pathetic."

"Then the elf who jumped out of the stone finished speaking? In terms of his last words, this paragraph is too pitiful." Zelin utterly confronted him unceremoniously.

"I hope that before you die, your tongue won't be stiff because of fear, otherwise I won't hear your beautiful screams." Eredin threatened word by word.

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, Eredin!" Zelin said forcefully, and he took a step forward again. The other wild hunters stared at him, raising their weapons. "Tell me, what do you want?! Hand over people, I won't say it again."

"It's not what I want, Dh\'oine!" Eredin put on the skull mask. His voice instantly became somber and terrifying. "We're here to get back what should belong to us! Laura Doren, an irresponsible woman, a woman who put the whole of Ain El’s work at risk for her own physical desires, you humans Take her away, kill her again, abandon her body in the snowy field, and let the wild beasts bite. This is a mistake, a serious mistake, and we should have corrected it when you humans acted so shamelessly! It's too late, but we are still here, and we will not forget the crimes the barbarians committed against Ain El. Give us the girl with the blood of the elder in her body! She belongs to us, and her blood belongs to us !"

Eredin looked behind her, "Let the woman wake up!"

This was an order. The wild hunt navigator, who was leaning against the tree and stroking the pale golden hair behind his shoulders, raised the staff in his hand. The most unlike wild hunting wild hunting made a gesture, Ye Naifah suddenly opened his eyes in a coma, and his bloodshot eyes seemed to pop out of his eye sockets. Zelin could almost hear the overwhelmed sound of the female warlock's skeleton.

"Stop!"

"Let this woman see what betrayal is! Just like when humans betrayed the trust of the elves, betrayed our trust! Laura Doran believes in you, the blood of the elder believes in humans, and believes that humans are like elves. Civilized race. Humans took the blood of the elders, and then betrayed us like throwing away garbage!"

Eredin’s voice echoed in the empty and cold wilderness. He held up his sword and pointed at Zelin. "Let those cowards hiding in the grass show up and let them know how they died! You think you can represent Humans come to negotiate with me, mutants? You can’t, no one can, these lowly and barbaric races should be punished! When they make such a nasty betrayal, they should understand that now, before my patience runs out, Give us the blood of the elders, and I will give you the kindness that you shouldn't have."

"It's over?" Zelin opened his hands. "Is there no other rhetoric and righteous words?"

"You're playing with fire, mutant."

"You are also playing with fire, mutant elf." Zelin said, his gaze was looking at the direction where Ye Naifa was hanging. He stepped back three steps, then raised his head and looked at Eredin indifferently. "And unaware."

Eredin smiled cruelly, "Stop it, maggot."

The corners of Zelin's mouth squeezed out the same cruel arc as Eredin.

The sky is illuminated.

Is it dawn?

A wild hunt raised his head. But then they realized that it was not dawn.

A huge, orange-red fireball soared into the sky, carrying tail inflammation and smoke, and traversed a standard parabola in the sky, like a cannonball fired by a catapult, piercing the night sky with the sound of breaking through the air. The wild hunters looked at the approaching flames in the sky, as if they had forgotten Zelin's existence and what they were going to do. They just stared at the sky blankly until a scream cut through the tranquility. It was the scream of the blonde navigator.

"It's impossible!"

But this is reality.

A few seconds later, a huge fireball smashed into the wild hunting rally, and the bursting fire light reflected half of the sky like daylight. In the dust and flames of the explosion, several figures were swept up into the sky, and the sky was soaring flames, engulfing wild hunters, demon spirits, undead and the cursed, and swallowing them all. The sound of cracking, falling, and the frightened neighing of horses, the sound came to my ears. The corpse on the tree of hanged ghosts swayed like a wind chime blown by the strong wind.

But this is not the end.

This is the beginning.

One after another, the demon hunters drew out the silver swords inlaid with runestones. They rushed out of the ambush, brandishing the silver swords and slashing the monsters who were caught off guard by their attack. Behind the demon hunters, Virginia stared at the direction of the hanged ghost tree with serious eyes. The flames gathered in the palm of her hand, and her hands were gradually closed together. She felt the effect of the medicine in her body. Under the surging magic power, she now guided this magic power out and threw it towards the wild hunt.

"Kill these monsters, demon hunter!" Vesemir smashed the skeleton in front of him with a sword. He looked at more than a dozen demon hunters who were fighting alongside him. He thought of the era before Kyle Morhan was breached, the era when demon hunters faced hordes of monsters and fought side by side. "Kill them!" the old hunter shouted the slogan of his youth. "For this world!"

Chapter 1389: Virginia's Decision

"There is no chaotic power here!"

The flame burst, the scorching high temperature instantly melted the frost on the ground, and the greedy tongue of fire rushed to the dead poplar along the withered yellow grass on both sides of the road. The blasted skeletons scattered all over the ground, and there was a mess near the hanged ghost tree, but what was even more eerie was another sharp sound, the sound of a blade tearing the air. The momentum is fierce, like a broken bamboo.

Magic covered the attack, but magic did not warn the other party. When the flames rose, the navigator of the wild hunt still did not notice any traces of chaos magic, and even failed to send out to other wild hunts. The attackers were not only a group of sword-based demon hunters, but also spell users. Warning.

"Find that mage!"

The navigator yelled angrily. She raised her staff and began to recite some jerky spells. The temperature dropped suddenly, the blazing flames turned into frosted eggplants, and the monsters howled and hissed. Masses of darkness appeared out of thin air in the air, like holes corroded by magic in this world, and like precise gaps in the hard and strong glass.

Behind the gap is an extremely deep darkness. There is no light, no shape, only the shadow at the end. The fire light will be swallowed by this darkness, and after this darkness, stretch out pale, thin arms. Like a prisoner in a death row, desperately reaching out from the cage, trying to grasp the hope of living outside.

Eredin quickly recovered from the surprise he showed at the beginning of the attack. He carried the sword and looked at everything in front of him with interest, and watched indifferently as the wild hunting soldiers who followed it were blown up in the flames. After landing, he was hacked to the ground with a sword by the demon hunters who suddenly jumped out. It seemed that none of these things had anything to do with him. Compared with these, he was more concerned about the dust that fell on his body after being blown up, which stained his armor.

The demon hunters first faced the outermost undead, the souls that were controlled. These souls had not had time to make any meaningless obstructions, and before they even had time to defocus, they were enveloped by the powder of the moon dust explosion. Among them, the silver sword shone with cold runes was cut into two sections. These seemingly large numbers of monsters are vulnerable to an elite swordsman, and they fall one by one, and then the demon spirit knight and the demon hunter are in a head-on confrontation.

Zelin’s sword pierced into the ribs of the wild hunt. The wild hunt soldiers threw away their weapons and tried to grab the demon hunter’s shoulders, but they were hit by Alderfa’s seal and rolled on the ground a few times and fell into the dirt on the side of the road. Ditch. From the corner of Zelin's eyes, he caught George extending his hand, and the flames of Ignifa Seal gushing out, enveloping a wild hunter. The light in the corner of his eyes flashed and became Gerd again. The bear school demon hunter was dragging a wild hunter off his horse. The skeleton horse screamed in horror, and Gerd kept using his waist to spare. His axe struck the helmet of the Wild Hunter, and the silver sword in his hand had long been thrown. He saw Geralt disappear into the flames outside the hanged ghost tree, and then a rotten corpse blocked Zelin's vision. It opened its mouth and gave out a disgusting stench, and then was illuminated by a magical silver sword. Split in half from head to toe.

It's the sound of hooves. No, this is the sound of charging.

The wild hunter rushed straight to Eskell, who was besieged by four wild hunters. Eskell brushed a sword flower, flicked his sword to expose the enemy in front of him, and ended the hunting of this wild hunter in the blink of an eye. He didn't seem to hear the Wild Hunter knight rushing towards him with a one-handed sword. Zelin opened his mouth to warn him, but Eskell pressed on the ground. Three swords slashed at him at the same time. The speed was slowed by the Arten of Arden. Eskell took the opportunity to roll and escape the siege of the Wild Hunter, but the Wild Hunter could not stop. It caught the Arden trap, like a swamp. The wild hunt smashed into each other fiercely, the skeleton horse neighed, the knight and the warrior rolled together, rolling down the slope, overwhelming the bushes on the side of the road, and planted into the thorn bushes.

Twelve wild hunting soldiers with spears lined up from the portal opened by the navigator, and then they faced a ball of fire from Virginia. Seven or eight wild hunts were blown up to the sky, and one by one fell down screaming, crushing the skeletons that had just crawled out of the ground.

The swordsmanship of the Cat School was able to deal with the wild hunt that was besieging him with ease. Zelin was shocked to find that Aiden was actually there, and he still came here with other people. The graceful cat, with swordsmanship like dancing, is deadly like a snake. The sword of the Wild Hunter kept attacking from all angles, but it was always intercepted. The sword dance has become the airtight shield wall of the Mahakan dwarves, allowing wild hunting attacks to come back feathered, and the attacking technique is the spear pierced from behind the shield wall, and every blow will have a wild hunting warrior. Fall down. The cooperation of Aiden and Gaitan turned their swords into death scythes. Perhaps compared with Wild Hunt, they were the real ghosts.

"Where is that mage?!"

The projected fireball hit the protective shield supported by the navigator, and the translucent magic shield trembled under the bombardment. Her position was always exposed to the enemy, and whenever she opened a portal, magical attacks followed. But she couldn't find the position of the enemy mage. Her attack magic could not directly hit the enemy, but the enemy could attack her continuously.

This is not chaotic magic, not any kind of magical energy she has seen. Arcane, psychic, and chaotic powers are not the most common types of power in each world. Her detection magic has no effect, but the enemy's mage constantly changes the attack position, causing her counterattack to fail continuously. Her specialization is control and necromancy, not real teleportation. If it weren’t for the cold war between Eredin and the sage class, and Carranhill had to stay in the time vortex to monitor the movement of the blood of the elder, she would not be Gale dispatched to Eredin's wild hunting team to act as the navigator.

There was another flame, but this time the flame did not cause the shield to shake. The navigator injected more magic power to maintain the shield. She didn't know who the attacker's mage was or who it was. Maybe they don't know much about this indigenous world, or maybe there are other rifts in this world that cause some people to live here. She wanted to capture the mage alive and figure out what magic it was. So she turned the shield into a type that could resist more flames, and instead guided the magic of searching the battlefield.

Suddenly, the navigator opened his eyes wide, and she saw a woman in a plush robe standing in front of her, less than 20 meters away from herself. When she noticed the other party, the flames in the other party's hands were condensing together, and the color of the flames had become a chilling orange-red. A mage, without any protection, directly broke into the battlefield and walked to a place less than 20 meters away from the enemy mage?

Is she crazy? Or is this world crazy?

The navigator opened her mouth, but no one knew what she was going to say. The huge fireball hit the navigator at close range, engulfing the navigator along with nearby corpses, and was burned to death in the raging flames.

Looking at the enemy disappearing in the flames, Virginia grabbed the horse skull hanging from her waist. With a neigh, the ghost horse Avak burst out of the air and kicked over a man who was about to attack Vigie with a sword. Wild Hunter of Nia. The mage girl climbed onto the horse back in embarrassment. Riding is not her specialty. She grabbed Avak's cold shin and allowed the horse to carry her out of the battlefield.

Before the battle, the demon hunter handed the ghost horse skull to Virginia and told her that if she was in danger while casting the spell, he would summon the ghost horse and Avak would take her out of danger. She encountered no danger, but was in trouble. Virginia didn't understand the magic of Chaos, and couldn't reverse the enemy's magician's shield with spells.

Watching more and more portals appear on the battlefield, terrifying undead monsters continue to join the battlefield. The mage girl thought of a crazy but most feasible way, just as her Nord friend taught her. Since he couldn't break the defense with magic, he rushed directly, rushed through the magic shield, and smashed the fireball on the enemy's face.

Dangerous? Yes, it is dangerous.

Virginia lay on her horse, and threw a lightning bolt to hit a wild hound that was leaping towards her boot and pulling her off the horse. The head of the hound blew up, and the corpse that had lost its head fell to the ground weakly.

But she is no longer the little girl who only hides in the tower and reads. No longer is the little student who only knows to stand behind and smash the skeleton with a fireball when facing a battle. Once he loses his magic power or is approached, he is powerless. It's not even the kid who only knows to stay in the laboratory, stay in the library, wait helplessly but dare not take a step towards the goal, and only know how to behave.

She is the chief mage of Winterhold Academy, the advisor of Eritusa Academy, and the holder of Azura magic artifact.

Virginia.

She was holding the pendant on her chest. It was the Mara amulet. This was the amulet that she had obtained long ago, but has not been able to send it out. A long-awaited one that has been lying in her pocket for several years. The female mage was riding on the ghost horse, running, and bombarding any enemies who wanted to approach with magic.

Dangerous, but she will never retreat back to that lifeless study!

When the navigator disappeared, those portals that had lost support gradually collapsed. As soon as a frost giant appeared, the portal disappeared, leaving only a neatly cut off thigh on the ground.

At the same moment, in Ternaria, Ain El’s capital city, an elf was thrown out of the magic ritual. She slammed on the hard slate ground, and the skull helmet of the wild hunt rolled down. Going out, revealing the face underneath that was distorted by severe pain and stained with tears, saliva and nasal mucus. The severe pain of the burning still remained on her body. She was lying on the ground convulsing, her body convulsed, and a mass of water stains gradually formed under her body. She angrily cursed the **** mage, the mad bastard. But no matter what it is, it can no longer affect the battle of the Hanged Ghost Tree.

The flames ignited the dead trees, billowing smoke enveloped under the hanged ghost trees, large tracts of woodland were ignited, dry branches became the best fuel, and the night wind was an excellent oxidizer, and the flame reflected the shadow of the sword and the light sword. , The smoke and dust rising into the sky obscured the sky, blocked the moon, and was darker than the night, making the stars and the moon in the sky pale. The smog and the fire of the mountains can be seen even from Novigrad to the north.