The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"We call you, great Tagros."

The summoner stretched out his hand and shouted at the Balrog. "Join the Shadow Army, we need your anger to burn out the enemy!"

Zelin sighed helplessly. He walked to the side of the rock wall, grabbed the protruding stone and started climbing.

The flame demon looked at the several orcs standing in front of him, and he didn't think about anything in his glowing eyes, maybe there was nothing, who would have thought of what a monster would want. The next moment, the Balrog shook his arm, and suddenly a multi-section flame whip appeared in his empty hand. Before the orcs could react, the flame whip swept across, and the acolyte who was touched had no time to make any sound and turned into a ball of sparks. The flame demon let out an angry roar, leaped high, and landed heavily on a rock platform. The high temperature emitted by the monster caused smoldering smoke from the nearby wooden scaffolding, and sparks continued to float out of it. The orc ran away in panic. They can still fight in front of Kanan's avatar, but when the Balrog appears, all they can do is escape.

Zelin grabbed the edge of the pit and pulled himself up.

Suddenly, the sudden heat wave around him turned him over and hid behind a rock. The flame demon that crawled out of the deep pit stepped on the ground, and his eyes blazed across the messy ground like a beacon.

This is not an enemy he can deal with. Zelin thought, looking around at the same time, looking for any way to get out.

"Defeat it, and while its power is weak, it will be bruised all over!"

A breeze brought Kanan's voice. "Attack the wound on its back. It was severely injured and fell asleep in the first era. The wound is its weakness!"

"What are you talking about?"

The young dragon in the sky turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared, and the air current carrying the green leaves gathered beside the Balrog and quickly condensed into a war behemoth with the height of the Balrog. The Balrog noticed the adversary who suddenly appeared in front of him. It rushed up in two steps and waved the fire whip about to draw Kanan, but Kanan's behemoth rammed the enemy head-on at a speed that did not match its size. The Balrog retreated a few steps under the impact of the war behemoth, and then grabbed the behemoth by the shoulders and forced it to raise its head. The other paw was clenched into a fist and slammed on the head of Kanan's avatar.

"Attack its back, attack its weakness!"

Zelin stood up from behind the hidden rock and looked at the two giant beasts that were fighting 20 meters away. Following the movement of the Balrog, the cracks on the back continued to spray out flames and fall to the ground, as if someone was sprinkling water, but what was sprinkled was raging fire.

"Are you sure this is his weakness?"

Zelin asked in disbelief, and at the same time took out the hand crossbow hanging around his waist. If Virginia were here, she might be able to think of a spell to attack the demon in front of her. Zelling thought he was just going to the Kanan Forest to rescue the Norn tribe, so he asked Virginia and the rangers of Talion to go north together. Idrior heard the news that a group of Minas Isil’s prisoners would be taken. Escorted to the arena of Seregost. At that time, when Virginia and Idri rescued the people together, they would go south and meet the demon hunter near Balado.

"Hurry up!"

"We can't fight the Balrog here. There are flames everywhere. We'd better go to another place. I have a way. I know it's in the north..."

"Quick!"

"Okay." Zelin tied the two north wind bombs left on his body together, and fixed it to the crossbow arrow with a string. This will affect the range of the crossbow, but when the distance is close enough and the target is very large, all he needs is to shoot the crossbow. "I hope you know how to defeat this Balrog!"

Kanan didn't want to listen to his suggestions.

Perhaps this Balrog is seriously injured and vulnerable to a blow as it describes it?

The demon hunter raised his crossbow and aimed at the Balrog. The two giant beasts fought together, and the ground trembled. The Balrog slammed the head of Kanan's avatar, and the avatar shrank his body to resist the devil's fist while constantly looking for opportunities to fight back. Zelin stared at the constantly moving Balrog, his eyes fixed on its back, and when the monster turned his body again, he slammed the trigger.

The crossbow arrow disappeared in the back of the flame demon glowing with lava fire with a faint sound of breaking through the air.

It would be great if it was a black arrow.

In a daze, Zelin suddenly thought of this.

The arrow disappeared into the fire, and the next moment, a cloud of cold mist burst out from behind the Balrog. But the expected situation did not appear. The flame on the flame demon suddenly dimmed a bit, as if he was punched from behind, staggering a few steps forward. The incarnation of Kanan seized the opportunity, grabbing the crack in the front of the Balrog's chest with both hands, trying to tear it open, and the tight rock arm even cracked under the strong force. The flame demon roared, and the burning paw grabbed the head of the avatar. Kanan seemed to be caught off guard by the flame demon's counterattack. She did not expect that the flame demon would take the opportunity to attack.

The anger in the call of the Balrog seemed to be more violent than the tumbling lava. The war behemoth roared in pain, and after holding on for a few seconds, the behemoth's head was screwed off in a patch of sparks. The behemoth that had lost the disclosure fell straight backwards. But before falling to the ground, the body of the giant beast turned into smoke, dissipated in the air, and gathered around the demon hunter again, becoming a beast with a low body.

"Run! Its power is stronger than mine."

"You shouldn't fight on the land most suitable for it!" Zelin turned over and rode on the wild beast. "Listen to me, we still have a chance!"

The flame demon noticed the demon hunter not far away. It moved forward and chased with strides, and the ground rumbling under his footsteps.

"Direction!"

"The flame demon is very angry." Zelin looked at the monster that was getting closer and closer. "Go to the Jie Ling side!"

The avatar of Kanan ran immediately.

"Why?! We can't fight the Balrog and the undead at the same time!"

"Listen to me, run faster, faster!"

The breeze envelops the beast's legs, and the speed of the beast is getting faster and faster. The demon hunter leaned down and lay on the back of the beast, rushing out of the mine pit in the blink of an eye. Dozens of powerful orcs surround the ring spirit, but most of them can’t get close. The figure fighting the ring spirit lightly wields double knives, and the golden light bursts from time to time is hotter than any flame, any evil that touches it. In a flash, it turned into dust in the light.

"Jing Ling!"

Zelin yelled loudly.

He didn't call Altarel's name, which would distract the elven assassin, and even the slightest omission could be fatal in a fierce battle.

Jie Ling didn't look back, but threw a dagger glowing green. Zelin lay down, and the dagger flew over his head. The Ring Spirit was unwilling to see what happened here. Perhaps it had already noticed that a ranger appeared, but Alta Reall saw clearly what it was. The assassin spread out the enemy's evil sword, and then retreated fiercely. Jie Ling was taken aback, and the violent shaking behind him made it look back subconsciously.

Celebrity seized this good opportunity.

When Altarel retreated, Celebrity did not retreat, the spirit of the Elf Lord stepped forward, taking the supreme demon while the ring spirit focused on the angry flame demon behind him. Jie's right hand pressed on the dark hood of Jie Ling.

Just like the sound of a red soldering iron being thrown into the water, Jie Ling had no cheeks, but uttered the most penetrating scream. The white light bursting from the palm of Celebrity’s palm was like a soldering iron clinging to the skin. The white light spread to the ring spirit like a spider web, covering the entire head almost instantly at the beginning, but when it started moving towards the body When he encountered strong resistance, he was blocked in place and unable to move forward.

In the next moment, Celebrity seemed to be bounced by some kind of force, flew upside down, and fell back into the body of the elf assassin. The ring spirit turned into a cloud of darkness and rushed into the sky, and the flame demon strode past where the ring spirit had just stood. The orcs who had not reacted to the sudden change just now were either hit by the Balrog and burned to death, or could not dodge, and were directly trampled under their feet.

Zelin called to her as the wild beast flew past Altariel.

"Come with me!"

Altariel looked around, and reached out to a wild beast that had lost its owner. White light flashed, and the figure of the elf appeared behind the wild beast. The wild beast that was suddenly attacked howled and jumped frantically, trying to throw Altariel off. The elf put his hand on the beast's forehead, and the Supreme Lord's Ring burst out with a dazzling white light. When the white light passed, the wild beast immediately accepted the new owner's order docilely.

"What the **** are you doing?! Do you want me to save you again?!"

"I prefer to call this mutual benefit." Zelin glanced at the elf following from the side, and then at the flame demon chasing behind him. The earth burns at the feet of the Balrog, and every step of the monster will leave a flame footprint on the ground. "Are you interested in fighting this monster together?"

"You are crazy!"

"The orc summons this Balrog, and it will become a resistance against Sauron sooner or later!" Zelin sipped, and the air was mixed with the bitter taste of volcanic ash. "The ghost of Kanan will help us!"

"Well, what do you want to do?!"

"I will lead it to the north, to the snow-capped mountains of Serigourst, and try to get rid of it! As for you, to the pass to the south of Serigourst, we will solve it there!"

The first thousand and fifty-two chapters of natural fury

"Run faster, faster!"

The incarnation of Kanan crossed the gravel on the ground, ran into the narrow valley, and suddenly accelerated when he landed. Zelin grasped the corner of the beast's head tightly to avoid being thrown off. At the same time, I tried to recall the little information in my mind. At that time, Idri was talking about the rescue plan next to Virginia, mentioned the terrain of Gregros, and there was a map. Out of the psychology of collecting information, he looked at the map once, but if he knew it would be useful, he would definitely look at it all night.

"Left, go left!"

Tagrosh followed closely, like a dark humanoid encased in flames, following the humans who angered it. Compared to the size of the Balrog, those two bottles of North Wind are nothing short of a drop in the bucket. It has no effect except to make the Balrog feel angry.

"I know better than you, flesh and blood!"

The wind is like a shadow, naturally pushing the avatar. The mad beast jumped onto the one-meter-high stone platform and climbed up the rock wall. The flame demon strode into the valley, leaving a long string of flame footprints behind him. For places where the wild beast needs to climb, the monster spread its wings behind its back, waving its bone wings like flames, leaping up, and then falling steadily on the cliff. Kanan didn't stop, and the Flame Demon roared deafeningly as he watched the figure disappearing into the cold cave.