The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"...You are right." She muttered in a low voice. "Lord of Light."

With that, she turned around, turned her back to Zelin, faced Sauron, and raised her hand again. Galadriel's light burst out, and the darkness beside the Demon Lord quickly melted like frost under the scorching sun.

"Tarrell!"

The cry behind him made the assassin subconsciously turn around and assume a defensive posture. The demon hunter suddenly drew out the silver sword hidden under the cloak that had never been used in Middle-earth. He stabbed at the elf's abdomen, and when the assassin swung his sword to parry, he instantly bent his wrist into an impossible angle, then attacked from below, slamming the sword from the bottom up.

The four slender fingers held on the handle of the knife flew out.

Also flying out was the ring of power worn on the ring finger.

Altarel seemed to be hit hard by some invisible force, flew out with a painful expression, rolled on the ground several times, and then struggled to kneel and sit up, tightly covering the blood flow. Palm. She lowered her head and checked her bare palms. For a long time, I couldn't look away, as if I couldn't believe what was happening in front of me. She opened her mouth and let out a silent scream.

"I warned you once in Lorraine, Tarrell." Zelin looked at the Supreme Lord Ring that fell on the ground, then quickly looked away and looked at the elf not far away. "The lesson of history is that people never know to learn from history."

Without the light, Sauron's darkness and Celebrity's light were intertwined, with canine teeth intertwined.

Celebrity raised his head and howled sharply.

"No!!!"

Sauron stood up suddenly, grabbed the shoulder of the Lord of Light, and pressed him against himself.

"Your soul is mine, Celebrity!"

There was a fierce light on Celebre's face, as if he had made some determination, he also stretched out his hand and grabbed the back of the Dark Lord.

"I will occupy your body, Sauron!"

The two souls merged into one under the lightning of Balado.

Zelin was just about to stand up, and then a burst of air toppled him to the ground. Suddenly, a hot wave burst out beside Sauron who had sucked the soul of Globlebride into his body. In the flames, he turned into a huge magic eye, rising to the crown of Balado's summit. In the magic eye, one can vaguely see that two different figures and two different colors are fighting fiercely, vying for the dominance of the magic eye.

On the horizon, the sharp howling of the monster beast under Jie Ling's body became more fierce and fierce.

Chapter 1764 Escape from Balado

The magic eye suddenly burst into flames, and suddenly turned into white. Sauron's figure occupies the part of the flame, but soon after the Dark Lord occupies the eye, the figure of the Lord of Light will take its place, and the cycle will continue. They fought frantically for control, but they were hard to distinguish.

But this is no longer a matter for the demon hunter to intervene.

Let them fight! Zelin thought viciously. Two people who want to rule the world fight one-on-one, and the winner gets everything that the loser has, as well as the right to rule, just like the ancient duel of lords. He struggled to stand up, his eyes quickly scanned the summit of Balado. The battle is over, but the danger has not subsided. When the Lord of Light and the Lord of Darkness became one, the soldiers they swung down seemed to lose control to some extent. Compared with orcs, ring spirits have a higher initiative. Two ring spirits turned to fly to the north, but there were still three ring spirits riding on the monster beasts to escape the chase of the young dragon, and rushed straight to Balado.

Not far away, Altariel stared at the ring of power lying between several broken fingers, and slowly stretched out his injured hand to it, as if sensing something, a ring of inscriptions engraved on the ground. It swayed, as if the iron block attracted by a magnet moved towards the elf assassin. After moving it a few times, the ring flew up, flying towards the left thumb of Altarel's right hand.

"What are you doing?!"

The ring was grabbed in midair. For a moment, Zelin seemed to think that he had grabbed a hot soldering iron with his bare hands, causing him to almost throw it away subconsciously. The ring is like an anxious sparrow in the palm of the hand, continuously drilling outwards along the seam of the palm. The demon hunter opened the small package around his waist with the other hand, squeezed it in while the ring was not out of control, and then slammed it closed, completely shutting it inside.

"I..." Altariel took a deep breath, holding the palm of his right hand in his left hand, and exhaling to cover up the pain. "I want to use the power of the ring to repel the ring spirit."

"Where is the light that Mrs. Galadriel bestowed on you?" Zelin went to retrieve the ebony blade, and walked to Altariel, holding her arm to make her stand up. "Can't your light dispel the darkness and resist the ring spirit?"

They cannot stay here. No one knows how long Celebrity and Sauron will stand in a stalemate. At least they can use the chaos in Mordor to kill them and send the news here to the outside world until someone finds Sauron’s Supreme Lord of the Rings and finds the real destruction. Sauron's approach ends. Perhaps Celebrity could indeed brand Sauron, but after the overthrow of a tyrant, a new tyrant ushered in?

Many people once thought that he could use the demon hunter as a spearhead, as a pawn, and thought that he could be used to deal with the enemy to achieve his own goals and obtain certain results that Zelin did not want to see.

Sometimes, some people will find that the demon hunter is not so gentle when encountering certain things.

"I was helped by the Ring of Power at that time. We failed." Altarel lowered his head, his voice trembling. "I don't know if I can resist the three ring spirits now. Their darkness is too strong, and we are about to be swallowed! Oh, without the ring of power, how can we get out of here?"

"Don't be stupid, you only forged the ring of power after Norn's battle. Before that, your strength is enough to make the enemy retreat!" Zelin shook the elf abruptly. "Focus on, get ready for your light, and we will go now!"

"I don't know... well, I'll try it. I should ask Mrs. Galadriel to allow me to leave and return to Lorrain's house. Give me a weapon."

Zelin picked up the two short knives of the assassin and handed them to Altariel. The elf twisted his waist, and the demon hunter pinned the other knives to her belt. Seeing Zelin picking up the severed finger on the ground, Altariel asked in confusion and dissatisfaction. "What are you doing?"

"Prepare for you to hold the weapon again in the future to fight. The existing one is better than the one made in a petri dish."

"What do you mean?"

"Wait for us to leave here first, a way that allows you to hold the sword again." Zelin thought of when the Warlock Order was helping to rescue Heyzer. If the technique of cultivating limbs can be promoted, the world may be there. There are not so many soldiers who become beggars because of their disabilities, but magic is never cheap. But Zelin knew what losing his right hand meant to a fighter. Altariel had helped him several times, he remembered, so he would repay her for his help.

Only when people help each other and reciprocate, will more people be willing to lend a helping hand, and everything will get better, not worse. He always thinks so.

"Are you ready?"

"Are you going to fight the Ring Spirit here?"

"It's not necessary." Zelin shook his head and looked at the rapidly approaching black shadow. Two young dragons flew back again and pounced on the monster beast again. Obviously, even if the soul is fighting Sauron, Celebrity can still control part of the branded army. "Let the Lord of Light and the Lord of Darkness go to fight, we don't need to fight for Celebrity anymore. The matter here has nothing to do with us! Let's meet the others and retreat."

"Walk the mountain road? Can you kill it over the long bridge?"

"It's impossible." Zelin stood on the edge of Balado's peak and looked back at the long bridge below. The long bridge was crowded with orcs, and the ground covered with corpses was occupied by scattered soldiers. Out of control orcs are killing each other, and the ambitious war chief forces other orcs to obey its command. The demon hunter raised his hand and pointed at the fortress of Gregros in the distance. "We are going to fly over!"

"Branding a young dragon with the Supreme Lord of the Rings? This is a good way, and...what are you going to do?!"

Altariel screamed, and the demon hunter grabbed the slender waist of the elf, stepped back, and then rushed to the edge of the Baldor peak.

"Hold on to me!"

"We would fall to death without the ring!"

"Don't move!"

"Can't jump!"

"Follow me."

"Wait..."

"Jump!"

The light elf clings to Zelin's body, he can hardly feel the weight of Altariel. He still remembered that in Ceregost, the elf stood on the snow without leaving any footprints, which is why he dared to do so. Otherwise, he would rather stay and fight the ring spirits than falling and falling to death.

The parachute opened with a cry, and the two people who were about to fall swayed back and forth with the parachute rope a few times in mid-air, stopping the falling trend. The air current in Alderfayin pushed back to help, sliding down towards the fortress of Gregros. Behind, the beam of light shining from Peak Demon's eyes swept over the two who fled, and the anger in the flame seemed to make the air boil.

It was a doomsday volcano that erupted fiercely.

The sound of fighting, screams, and clamor, in the howling wind, turned into chaotic and vague hums, like countless bees flying in the ears, and some invisible bubbles wrapped around them. , So that any sound seems to come from a distant horizon. Immediately afterwards, a scream like a blade pierced the air bubble, and a ring spirit drove the monster beast down from the sky, like an eagle that found its prey, pounced directly on Zelin and Altarel.

"Your light!"

"I know!"

Altariel grabbed Zelin with one hand and raised his other hand. After a few seconds, a gentle light radiated from the palm of the hand, wrapping the two of them together with their parachutes. The ring spirit is like an arrow from the string, and the darkness behind it rolls like a dancing bat's wings. The shadow hit the light, and the monster beast wailed in pain. No matter how the ring spirit drove it away, it couldn't get close to the light.

"Go away, go back into the abyss with your master!"