The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Zelling paused. He suddenly thought of the snow elves of Skyrim, the addicts of Azeroth, and the degraded creatures he saw in Jaques's future. Zelin didn't know what the cool world should look like for ghouls. Perhaps for those creatures, the world now is a post-apocalyptic wasteland, with harsh environments that are difficult to produce everywhere.

The demon hunter blinked and recovered. Gnaiya was still looking at him, seeking answers. In terms of fighting monsters, the demon hunter has much more knowledge than the dragonborn.

"It's just that, most of the time, communication with monsters is meaningless. If a sheep yells at you twice, will you never eat lamb again?"

"No, didn't I raise a sheep just to eat it?" Gnaiya immediately showed an expression of enlightenment: "Ah, I understand, so there is no need to negotiate with the monster. But you know what to do. Will this monster be solved permanently? I have killed him twice, and each time, he will be resurrected in a random corner of the garden within a few minutes. With this **** harassing nearby, I can’t concentrate on searching this place. Temple."

"You are looking for someone, who are you looking for! A mysterious guy! Huhu..." The werewolf grinned, showing his broken teeth: "I know there is one, there is a guy, a mysterious guy ......."

Gnaiya turned her head slowly: "What do you know?"

"Want to hear a story?"

"I'm listening, maybe I should find a bench and buy a bottle of beer?"

"Beer...beer, huh, what kind of taste is this."

The werewolf’s voice was intermittent, like a human being forcibly suppressing his yelling anger, trying to squeeze out the substandard pronunciation from his throat: "Many soldiers have been here. They know they can’t kill me, so they set up a full set. I am **** and fixed in a trap. Ho ho-do you know how I escaped? I bit my leg, snapped off, and screamed with pain every bite, I still, I kept vomiting blood. ......"

"You should fix a barb on the severed limb." Ganya stretched out a finger: "I heard that those fierce pirates do that."

"I, I, every bite of meat that I eat is like, like swallowing fire! The internal organs are so hot and painful, ho! It's torn apart...like I'm going to die, but then I got it through, and then Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Then, I tore all those ghost heroes to pieces!"

"Should I applaud for your persistence?" Zelin asked jokingly.

"Maybe it should be a moral story." Gnaiya said: "This tells us that we must cut the weeds and roots to deal with monsters."

"What I want you to know is! You don't want to stop me, and no one can bind me, I will destroy any shackles and shackles!" The werewolf yelled: "You, You can't tie me up! This is a deal, a deal! You can untie the curse on me, and you will get half of my treasure and my information!"

Zelin and Longyi glanced at each other, the latter shrugged and motioned for Zelin to decide.

"Don't ask me." Gnaiya murmured, "I hate making choices the most. Choice means that you can't have the best of both worlds. But I hate it, and I don't want to help it."

"Leave it to me, Gnaiya." Zelin kissed the dragonborn on the forehead, then looked at the werewolf: "Tell me your name?"

"Mock...wag!!!"

"I can hear it." Zelin rubbed his ears: "Well, Mokvag, I have heard of your deeds. If it is correct, I think the cursed monster the locals are talking about is you. But You need to know that lifting the curse means that I must figure out everything that has happened to you, starting from what you do that makes you cursed, don’t have any reservations, and tell me everything."

Mokvag was originally a pirate. He and his accomplices came to rob the temple. When he killed the local priestess, the priest released the curse on him, making him look like a werewolf, only when he was about to die. , The intellectual ability is more like a person. According to the curse, he must be trapped in the garden forever and endure the lingering hunger forever. No matter what he eats, things will turn to ashes. He cannot eat or drink, but he must be driven by hunger. Foraging. If he can’t find food, he has to eat his own meat and bite a bite like a bite of hot asphalt, but no matter what the pain is, he has to eat until he eats himself, and then is born again. , Repeat the same cycle again.

After listening, Zelin frowned.

"This is a strange curse. As far as I know, whether it is the goddess Freya or the goddess Meritelli, their priestly curses are usually not related to transformation." Zelin touched his forehead and thought for a while: "Maybe you missed it. What are the details? Tell me, were you alone when the temple was ransacked? You alone broke through the stone wall and killed all those who dared to resist in the temple? How did you do it?"

"I have a man, my man! Toda!" Mokwag yelled out a name vigorously, lowered his head, kept his mouth shut, trying to bite off a piece of meat on his chest. But his teeth were smashed by Gnaiya, unable to do this: "Remove the curse, help me, and I will help you!"

"Wait a minute." Zelin raised his hands to signal Mogvak to be safe and not irritable: "I want to go out and prepare for it. I think I probably already know what kind of curse it is and how to remove it. Now I can help you. , But I have to prepare something."

"...I will die soon and be born again, and then I will find you." The werewolf's mouth kept closing and closing, and blood was everywhere on the corners of his mouth and chest.

Zelin made a look at Gnaiya and motioned for her to come out with him.

After walking out of the altar, Zelin heard a muffled noise coming from the house, and the werewolf was hitting the stake with his head.

"You don't really intend to help him lift the curse, do you?" Gnaiya showed a puzzled look: "Listen to what that guy has done, and ask me to say that this is what he deserves! What could be better than this. Do you hate it? He killed the defenseless priestess and robbed the temple, so he was proud of it? The gods here must be very angry with him, that's why he would be cursed like this. It's a pity that the priests of Talos didn't have such a curse in Skyrim. Power, cannot curse those **** ancestors Shenzhou into beasts."

"On this point, I agree with you, Gnaiya."

Dragonborn smiled.

"But don't forget one thing. This is Freya's temple. There is a monster in it, and this temple is completely abandoned. So I think that doing good things should be done to the end."

"For example?"

"I remember... In Azeroth, the wizards have a kind of magic that can freeze themselves in ice cubes, so that they will not die in a short time, but can protect their own safety, but consider Now that he is dead, he can be reborn. I think his body will not disappear as long as it is not damaged, right." Zelin patted Gnaiya on the back: "Enid is just about to leave for Fjian. , I am going to ask her to send someone over to help, and we rode griffon to Udvik Island to pick up people."

After repelling the demon bird, riding a griffon to leave Indalsfair is no problem. Zelin knew the transmission speed of Francesca, and generally speaking, as long as she decided to do something, she would definitely do it immediately.

On the way, he discussed with Gneia and Francesca through the telescope. The best and quickest way is to open the portal and send a helper over, then Gnaiya takes the dream spar and goes to Fjian on the other side. After meeting with the elves, she goes to Fjian Canyon to open the dream. Check what is inside.

In this regard, they have no objection.

At the Female Eagle Tower, Zelin waited for the helper sent by Francesca.

"Sir! Doralana\'diel?"

Wearing a dark red dress, Yamily just recovered from the dizziness of the portal, she trot to Zelin, wrapped his arms with both hands, with a bright smile on her face: "Your Majesty said you need help, I Waiting to be dispatched, sir..."

At this time, she noticed the Dragonborn on the side, as well as the scrutinizing eyes. She immediately let go of her hand, walked around to the other side, and bowed to the dragon's knee: "Say hello to you, madam."

"Okay, don't flatter me, I'm not one of those vain women, hum." Gnaiya snorted and turned her head away: "Furthermore, I have already given the Mara talisman to him, although I haven't Ceremony has been held, but I am his woman. Does this need to be acknowledged by others?"

"Yamily, I need something frozen, oh, it's alive, it's better not to freeze to death, can you do it?" Zelin ignored other topics for the time being.

"Well, sir, Her Majesty the Queen explained to me the task before." Yamily lowered her head and rummaged in the small satchel around her waist: "I have prepared enough spellcasting materials and magic scrolls to ensure that the task can be completed."

"Very well, we are ready to set off now. Griffon is waiting aside." As he said, Zelin took out the dream spar and handed it to Gnaiya: "Go to Fojian, Celcy knows the ancient disc. At what position, we will see you here tomorrow evening."

"Why is it evening?" Long Yi took the spar and put it in the inner pocket of his clothes.

"We can't leave Svan Rigi on the boat forever. I'll go back to solve the trouble in the temple, and then I will sail to him on the island of Skellig, and then fly over to pick you up."

Chapter 2828: Freya's miracle

When Zelin returned to Freya's temple again, it was already the next morning.

After two hours of cold wind blowing on the Griffin's back, Yamily rubbed her hands, conjured a ball of fire to warm her, and was ready to cast a spell. In the garden near the sacred oak tree, Zelin found a trace of chaotic magic burning. The Griffon badge jingled and vibrated in front of the chest. Someone opened a portal with a lot of magic power here. Such a portal is very stable, but for the destination of the transmission, it may not be so friendly. If there is no control, it is inevitable. Will cause an explosion and harm the teleporter himself.

It is certain that Avalak should have used magic to teleport himself to Indalsfail Island, which is in this Freyja temple, after separating from Hiri in the Great Skellig Islands.

Outside the temple, several priestesses stood at the entrance, looking inside with their heads.

It didn't take long for them to see the demon hunters coming out from the gate of the temple.

"He's coming, he's coming."

The priestesses surrounded them in surprise. Although they were curious about how the demon hunter got in, after seeing him take out a key and open the fence of the main entrance, their curiosity was replaced by surprise.

"Successful, Demon Hunter? My name is Josta, the servant of the goddess. May Goddess Freya bless you." A priestess stepped forward and bowed her head to bless Zelin: "That monster was killed? "

"Yes, it will never threaten anyone again." Zelin waved his hand: "If you don't believe it, just follow me, and I can take you to have a look."

"We once asked the warriors for help." Another priestess said, she took a step back: "But those warriors never go back. The monster is still raging in the temple. It will never be killed, and it will never be killed. Imprisoned, if you just chop off its head, then it must be alive."

"I know this." Zelin made a please gesture to the priestesses: "You can come in and take a look and you will know what's going on."

Priestesses look at me, I look at you, and finally Josta takes a step forward: "If you can regain the goddess’s holy land, you will be the most respected warrior on Indalsfair."