The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Zelin." Virginia stared straight at her, her face was never serious, her cheeks trembled slightly. "Yes, I don’t like adventure, I don’t like war, I don’t like this dance that lingers between life and death. I like a stable life, a warm stove, and a comfortable house that can shelter from wind and rain. Peaceful and cozy days. I like laboratories and libraries, more than basement and treasures, to discover ancient knowledge in the ruins without danger. I don’t like traveling, it makes me tired. Why do I have to come here? Why should I do things I don’t like? Because this is your day. Zelin. I don’t like them, I just want to enter your life."

The rain was pouring, dripping on the eaves.

Virginia took a sudden step forward, held Zelin's cheek with both hands, and took a deep breath.

"After Miss Gnaiya stayed in your castle, I doubted it more than once. Maybe my choice was wrong, maybe Mara didn't set a future like this for me. I tried to forget you, but I did No. You and Miss Gnaiya are adventurous in other places together, and you are also discussing countermeasures and strategies with Ms. Elf. I watched you chat and laugh with other people. You have common hobbies and languages. Compared to you, I seem to be different. A person of the world. Even after I finally made up my mind to resign from the post of Chief Mage of Winterhold Academy, I still can’t integrate into your life. I don’t know what to do, just like when I was a child, watching the neighbor’s children Having fun together, I only know how to sit in the attic and read a book, or look at them in a daze."

Virginia lowered her eyes, as if covering the corners of her eyes with tears.

The accumulation of water outside the window filled every corner of the street, and it was rainy and foggy.

"So I was in the castle and saw a woman like me who always stayed in her place so quietly, looking at other people. But her face always had a gentle and happy smile. I went to ask her Why, she told me, waiting will never produce results. Happiness is not given by others, but by yourself. So this is the reason why Miss Gnaiya has always despised me, not because I am an empire. People...Ms. Yusevka doesn’t have any power or any outstanding specialties, but she dared to express her heart in front of people who don’t know how powerful she holds. She has never had an inferiority complex, and I am just acting like a Like a fool, worried, hesitating, worried, thinking about whether my feelings for you come from my heart, worrying about whether you really love me, but refuses to take a step, until the opportunity is about to slip away from her fingers. She was right. , Everything must rely on one's own hands to fight for."

Take a deep breath again to relieve the buzzing head like hypoxia. She raised her head and wiped the corners of her red eyes, as if gritted her teeth and said these words.

"Zelin, I now come to a place I don't like, and fight for what I love! I am no longer a little girl who needs to hide behind you, I want to be a lover standing with you!"

As she said, she tore off the Lorraine cloak, put the cloak on the demon hunter, and then stepped around behind Zelin, standing behind the cloak and swaying her hands around the waist of the man in front of her, with her forehead resting on her back. Come on, panting continuously. The demon hunter could feel the trembling of the girl behind him, as well as determination.

"If the story of Labrinxian is repeated again, I will not leave, nor will I let you stay alone. I will face the influx of enemies with you, and after defeating them, I will face the sealed enemies together. !"

The thunder rumbled.

Zelin held his hands folded in front of his waist.

"Let's go, Virginia."

The demon hunter looked at a corner of the house, lightning flashed, and the lightning reflected the spider hiding in the corner.

"Let's go and see what we will see in Gogolos."

The first thousand seven hundred and fifty-seven chapters under the evil eyes

The Fortress of Gregros is located at the foot of the Doomsday Volcano. The towering chimneys of the forge make the fortress look like a rocky forest. The flames in the furnace are endless day and night, and the erupting smoke obscures the sky. This is the heart of Mordor, and iron ore from all over is transported into the fortress through the flames. After the baptism, it turned into a strong sword and bestowed on powerful orc warriors so that they could spread the name of the tyrannical monarch of the Dark Lord to every corner of Middle-earth.

Today, the forge stopped.

In the past, the gate through which trucks would always pass was closed, and no new ore would be sent in. Not far from the city gate, a group of wooden carts full of iron ore tipped to the ground, blood-stained ore spilled all over the floor, and the unlucky miner's body was dragged up by the ogre and stuffed into the trebuchet.

Under the city wall, mountains and wild orc warriors filled every inch of land in the guardian's field of vision, completely surrounding the castle. Except underground, maybe the young dragons in the sky can't fly out head-on. The bodies of the guards of the intercepted patrol and cargo teams were thrown on the piles of stones. After the first round of stone slings, they would become new ammunition. The yelling and swearing on the city wall was endless, but in the city, except for the rubbing sound of the trebuchet, all that was left was silence. The army of Lord Illuminati is arranged in ten square formations under the city wall, and each square has 120 fully armed soldiers. All the soldiers obeyed the orders of the war chief in front of the phalanx, and the war chiefs, looking at Celebrity standing in the middle of the front of the queue, were ready to go through fire and water for his orders.

An army.

Strong and orderly.

"Do you think you and your betrayers can conquer the strong fortress blessed by the Dark Lord?! When this war is over, the bodies of all betrayers will become food for wild beasts and fuel for the forge." On the city gate. , The one-eyed war chief wearing a blindfold cursed, pointing to the square 50 meters away from the city wall, and a scar ran across the eye under the blindfold from his forehead to his chin. "And you, the luminous elf, your head will be dedicated to the devil, and your corpse will be hung on the devil's banner, becoming the new symbol of the tribe, let the crows peck!"

Celebrity didn't say a word. Instead, he raised his hand and held his fingers imaginarily, and the white light condensed an elf longbow in his hand. He bent his bow and set an arrow, aiming at the chief's head on the wall, which was looming among the battlements.

The next moment, the arrow of light pierced the air, and the war chief fell backward. The blood from the only intact eye spilled on the rock. It fell heavily and rolled twice in the horrified eyes of other orcs. Then he fell off the city wall and fell face down on the ground, with a **** hole in the back of his head.

Celebrity raised his hand, and the sound of shouting clearly reached the ears of every soldier.

"Offensive!"

Accompanied by the slings on the head, the army of the Lord of Light made a deafening cry of killing, like a flood pouring out of an opened dam, directly on the black wall with bones. The demon hunter held the sword, stood with Virginia, and mingled in the crowd of beasts. Many orcs ran past them, rubbing their shoulders. Arrows flew like a rain on the city wall, and some arrows fell beside them, or hit the Kunen's seal and broke into two sections. In the chaos, Zelin caught a glimpse of Idri and Barano on the other side, leading a group of Gondor soldiers to attack a section where the city wall intersects with the nearby cliff. But soon, the familiar figure was concealed by the frenzied orc again.

The castle that lost the king was in chaos, and no one thought that their powerful leader would be killed by the enemy with a single blow with a bow and arrow. Some angry chiefs wanted to attack, but some trembled and prepared to escape into a stronger inner fortress. But soon, it turns out that they have no choice at all.

The seemingly sturdy city wall was vulnerable to the impact of the orcs. There were too many attackers, one by one, a ladder was built between the battlements. Within a few breaths, the orcs had already climbed up, slashing and slashing any of their clan who refused to obey the orders of the Lord of Light. Perhaps they had a common goal not long ago, even from the same tribe, but now, they have no hesitation in wielding their swords, and everything is only fighting for the Lord of Light.

The first watchtower at the gate of the city was burning, and the greedy tongue of fire rushed along the dry thatched roof to the outer wall of the castle. The walls were screaming and mourning, the broken corpses fell off the walls one by one and were trampled underfoot. Many of the orcs who had been chopped down were not dead yet, lying among the corpses, screaming in pain. The slave carried the simple siege hammer and slammed the gate over and over again, causing the gate to utter a heavy scream. The ogre swung the hammer and smashed the stone wall.

Accompanied by a horrible muffled sound, a section of the city wall finally collapsed under the hammer of the ogre. The stone fell along with the soldiers on it, burying the living and the dead under the ruins. There are those who belong to the guards, and there are also members of the attackers. The undead orcs stretched out their hands from the ruins, but no one pulled them. The war beasts stepped through the ruins with heavy steps, and a large amount of vague flesh and blood burst out of the ruins.

"Go ahead! Keep going!"

When the city gate was breached, the defeated guards fled to the main building of the castle and wanted to fight back, but most of them were chased in the street. Celebrity walked in and was knocked away under the embrace of the war chief. In the gates of the city, some war chiefs were led by him, but some, a few minutes ago, were still his enemies. Now, they follow the new owner loyally.

No one can resist the power of the Supreme Lord of the Rings.

"Capture the main building and clear out the rebels!" Celebrity ordered. "Let the slaves clear the gap, rebuild the city wall, and the others will gather at the fortress Simon and prepare to attack Balado!"

The order of the Lord of Light was immediately passed on among the orcs. The overseers drove away the slaves, moved stones to fill the destroyed part of the city wall, some of the orcs rushed into the inner city and slaughtered, and more orcs obeyed the order and turned. On the west side, the desire to kill rooted in the heart is not worth mentioning compared to the command of the Lord of Light.

"We haven't cleaned out the enemy yet." Zelin pushed away the orc chief who was in front of him, and walked to Celebrity. "We have to rely on this city to withstand possible counterattacks elsewhere. What if the enemies in the castle should cooperate from the inside and outside?"

"They won't continue to resist." Celebrity said coldly. "When we defeat Sauron, Mordor will be reborn in the new order! You and the others stay here, and I will lead the remaining army to attack the Evil Black Tower. Before sunset, Sauron will extinguish with the sun. , But he will never rise again."

"What?" Talion, who didn't know when he came by, asked suddenly. "Lord Elf, how can you be sure that after we destroy Sauron, the orcs in Mordor will be captured?"

"I can be sure, when we defeat Sauron." Celebrity raised his hand, and the light of the Supreme Lord's Ring became more and more dazzling. "All the lords and warlords of Mordor will kneel and bow before me."

Zelin retracted his gaze from the Supreme Lord of the Rings and looked at the Evil Black Tower in the distance. This is the first time he has seen the fortress of the Dark Lord so close.

Under the blood-red sky of the Doomsday Volcano, the demon eyes on the Evil Black Tower stared directly at the fortress that was ignited with flames and smoke.

The first thousand and fifty-eight chapters of the illusion of a corpse

The bruised and robust orc was dragged to the open space outside the main building of the castle, and a blood mark was drawn on the ground.

The orcs who were watching nearby stepped aside one after another, like a neatly cut water surface, revealing the figure of Celebrity who was walking behind.

"Go to death, traitor! If you dare to betray the Dark Lord, you will all be pecked by crows!"

The chief struggled to stand up. The guard behind him raised his spear and slammed his head on the back of his head. The chief fell to the ground again. The hands tied behind him made him look like a dying fish that just jumped ashore. .

"Your allegiance is not the Dark Lord."

"You die..."

Celebrity stretched out his right hand wearing the Supreme Lord of the Rings and pressed it on the side of the war chief's face.

"You will die generously for Lord Bright!"

White light flashed, and the light blue shimmer replaced the dark, bloodthirsty eyes.

The war chief who was still struggling immediately knelt down, lowered his head obediently, and put a smile on his face. "My sword will serve you!"

"Very good."

Celebrity waved his hand, and the branded war chief stood up. "Go and gather your army, follow me, and march on Balado."

"My soldiers will destroy your enemies!"

An orc walked over and untied the rope behind the chief. The chief stood up, moved his wrists, and trot away to summon other subordinates. The other orcs stepped aside.

"Everyone assembled outside the west gate and prepared to attack the Balado Long Bridge."