The Journey of the Demon Hunter

When she came here, she already knew the end.

Suddenly, there was a squeak--

The wooden door was pushed open.

She didn't go to see who came in, just lowered her head.

"I heard about what you did." It was Gnaiya's voice, and she whistled: "Sacrifice yourself to complete the family. Well, honestly, I always thought you were the woman who was sent to please Zelin. , In the end, you are actually a poisonous snake ready to bite the giver at any time? Is this plan invented by you, or is it your family arrangement?"

"...I'm sorry." Dalimila whispered to the Dragonborn: "I don't want to lie to you, but...I don't know what you are talking about."

"Oh! Talos is here, I forgot," Longyi patted his forehead: "You have been waiting here, knowing nothing about what is happening outside."

"Outside, what happened outside?" Dalimila raised her eyes in surprise. When she heard the words of Dragonborn, a bad premonition appeared in her heart. Then, she sighed again and returned to her calm look: "It must be funny to joke with me..."

"There are many people who want to lie to Zelin. You are not the first, and probably will not be the last, but you must be the type of person who is the easiest to see through." Gnaiya sat down in Dalimila generously. Opposite, picked up an alarm clock and fiddled with the metal pillar on it. The pillar touched the metal buckle next to the clock and made a crisp sound: "That night, we knew what you were going to do. The elf knew mind reading, and your mind was in front of her, like a sturgeon in a clear pond. "

Dalimila was stunned for a moment, and then she thought for a long time. Gnaiya has been playing the alarm bell, and the dragonborn is very interested in these strange things, just like she likes to take away the discarded metal relics found in the dwarf ruins. A crisp sound lingered between the eaves of the clinic.

For a long time, Dalimila sighed heavily.

"My sister is dead."

"I don't know, but some people in Redania already know about it."

"Dick Sicher is still alive, it must be him." Dalimira rubbed the corners of her eyes vigorously, lowered her head, her long black hair hanging down on both sides of her cheeks, and more hair tips were held behind her head by hair ropes. Tie together: "Milina is estimated to be imprisoned in the castle until she is forced to be pregnant with a child of a nobleman, and then she will die due to dystocia on the day of delivery, or be locked up until her womb becomes unbearable. So far, it’s too easy for a child to die. She will have to work hard in the future."

"Aren't you sad for your sister?"

"This is the fate of a royal princess." Darimira said indifferently: "The only value is marriage, and then giving birth to a healthy heir. She just...returned to her original destiny. Why did you Tell me this?"

"Don't you have any ideas?"

"...I don't need to have an idea. My mother arranged this plan. I have passed the optimal childbearing age, so I was sent to die. Milina is still very young, so she was arranged to do it. The beneficiary of the plan." Dalimila seemed to care nothing about: "Who cares about the idea of ​​a tool."

"Your mother sent you to die? Damn, you're her daughter!" Gnaiya put the alarm clock on the desktop, "You don't want to be such a tool, how can your mother do this?! "

"This is my destiny..."

Slap--!

When Dalimila came back to her senses, she found herself lying next to the bed, her head humming, Gneia, who was opposite, still maintained the posture of waving her arms, staring at her with angry and incomprehensible eyes. Dali Mila.

"No one has to be born to accept this fate. Even if you have to do something, you can choose your attitude instead of being dead. What I hate the most is that I know this. The result is not good, but I only know to stay indifferent and use some fate to cover up my numbness! I have to vent these disgusting preaching and theories to others!"

Gnaiya retracted her hand: "You can choose to wait for death in the cage you built for yourself, or go out and see what's out there!"

Having said that, Longyi stood up and walked out of the clinic. The door slammed behind him, leaving only Dalimira who slowly supported his body and got up, clutching her cheeks.

Thor Tisha--

"Bren..."

The castle of the Demon Hunter is on track. Compared with the last time, Zelin has come here again now, and can no longer see the building materials piled up in the corners, only some uncleared rubble remains in the corners of the courtyard. In the castle, Zelin met many acquaintances. Guthred of the cat school, Gerd of the bear school. George spent most of his time in the academy, staying simple, and has been maintaining the safety and teaching of the castle in the academy.

"Yes, it's him." Zelin exhaled slowly, "It seems that his career in the South is getting better and better."

"I didn't forget to disgust you once when I accepted the commission." George touched the back of his head: "He must know what this means, but he really intends to deal with the demon hunters and gather all the demon hunters under his own hands?"

"If he really does this, I won't let him succeed." Zelin snorted softly: "I should have thought of it at the time. In Lomugne, a warlock flees from him. He is very smart and knows to take advantage of the situation. When Frogard is politically turbulent, recruit wandering warlocks. I don’t care what he intends to do, but if he is going to attack the Demon Hunter or the Demon Hunter Academy, I will guarantee that he will not be as lucky as Lomune again. ."

"Are you going to the south to deal with him?"

"No, George, I can never kill all enemies, nor can I see all the conspiracies in the world." Zelin shook his head: "But I have done enough things. I hope someone knows if he If you have any bad ideas about the Demon Hunter, I will become his enemy. But usually, I don’t intend to stay in front of everyone. An invisible one that is hidden from everyone’s sight and has killed many opponents. Only those who have a deterrent effect can have deterrence."

A few birds landed on the top of the castle tower, and three apprentices who were resting at noon stood below, holding stones in their hands, as if betting on who could smash the birds down.

"I understand what you mean." George rubbed his forehead: "Have you finally decided to live in seclusion?"

"Yes, George." Zelin walked to the stone bridge at the gate, leaning on the guardrail with both hands, looking at the mountain stream below: "I set up an academy to deal with those who want to harm us. I killed many enemies and established A lot of enemies. Now, the academy has succeeded, and it has avoided the sight of other people. Demon hunters will develop normally. I can’t involve the enemies I set up with other demon hunters. I am very worried about this. So the best choice is to separate me from you. They will only think that I am Zelin, rather than represent the entire demon hunter. Therefore, there should be no statues of me in the academy, no portraits of me, and no apprentices. We talked about my business."

"...After you did so much?" George frowned. "My brother, you deserve the admiration of all the apprentices who walked out of this academy."

"This will not benefit them, and it doesn't make sense." Zelin said slowly: "In the past few years, I have done all the things that should be done, George. Next, it will be you and these young apprentices. The world."

He raised his head, the sky was blue, and there was a lush plain outside the valley. There was a faint sound of wind in my ears, whizzing across the mountain stream, and the flags on the tower were hunting and hunting in the wind.

The stone slammed on the tiles on the top of the tower, and the frightened bird flapped its wings and flew into the sky.

Chapter 2622: Remnants of the Ancient

In November, Zelin returned to Mahakam Castle.

The first snow of this year was ten days earlier than last year.

The dwarves have begun their winter cleaning, and groups of armed dwarves have entered the underground tunnel in groups to fight the monsters rushing out of the ground to protect the safety of the dwarves on the ground. Since the famine war, the dwarves have had peace for hundreds of years. Almost no human can enter the gate of Mahakam. The confined stone gate isolated the dwarves from the outside world. But the dwarves fight against the army of underground monsters every year.

"Thank you for your help, Demon Hunter."

Several dwarves stood by the overturned carriage and waved to Zelin.

There were more than twenty dead ghosts beside the carriage. The horses that led the carriage had been ripped apart. The air was filled with a nauseating smell of blood, and the warm blood melted the snow.

"It's okay, be careful on the road." Zelin waved his hand to the dwarves: "You'd better go to a nearby settlement as soon as possible. With so much blood, you will soon attract more monsters."

On his way back to Mahakam Castle on a griffin, he happened to see these dwarves besieged by monsters. They blocked the carriage in front of the rock, and stood on the rock to counterattack with a heavy crossbow and a two-handed axe. So he landed and helped the dwarves solve the group of evil spirits. The remaining evil ghosts escaped.

The number of monsters was far more than he expected.

At least, he wouldn't see hordes of evil spirits so close to the castle. The Dragonborn used to go to nearby caves to kill monsters there, and by the way scrape the victims who died in the cave to wrap their bodies. There are often miners, adventurers who think there are treasures hidden in the mountains, or lusty smugglers, who venture into the dangerous mountains, but the things they carry with them naturally stay in place, and then most of them fall into Gnaiya’s pockets. .

But now, he saw such a monster near the castle again.

Perhaps the reproduction speed of the evil ghost is faster than everyone expected.

By the time Zelin returned to the castle, it was already evening. Most of the time, Zelin was unwilling to fly over Mahakam. A red dragon lived in the mountain of the dwarf. It never left the mountains. Later, Zelin knew about it from Saqiya's mouth. The sky has always been the territory of the dragon, and he didn't want to hit the dragon head-on in the sky.

There are many people in the castle and it is very lively.

As soon as Zelin’s Griffon landed on the wide animal pen square, he saw Siris and Frid with wooden swords practicing in the open space. The former had a few more bruises on his body, while the latter still dodged with ease. Siris's stabbing. On the balcony on the second floor of the castle, Aneth was holding her chin with her hands on her chin, looking at the starry sky, not knowing what she was dreaming about. Behind her, Amelie crept close to her, trying to surprise her.

In the courtyard, Hawke was busy lowering the gate of the castle. Xisali talked about gardening knowledge with the dolls at the gate of the greenhouse garden. Noting the appearance of the griffin, Siris and Frid stopped, the former trot over and helped Zelin hold the reins.

"Master, you are back."

"Yes, I could come back earlier, but the road was delayed." Zelin turned over and jumped off the Griffin: "You...your practice is too dangerous? Maybe you should change to a safer one. Way."

Zelin stretched out his hand and stroked Hillis's blue chin.