The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Interesting, Demon Hunter."

Eredin stood firm, took off the skull mask, and looked with interest at the enemy who had fought him more than once: "I knew that you would become my biggest opponent. But you chose a wrong path. Demon hunter, a path you shouldn't set foot on, just like you shouldn't step into this deck!"

"You were wrong, Eredin." Zelin responded indifferently: "You chose this path."

"...Is that traitor Avalak and his lunatic?" Eredin laughed harshly: "They put the hope of the race on a foreign race, and put the survival of the race in the hands of a group of foreign races. On, now, they are uniting with foreigners to ambush our soldiers..."

The smile on his face gradually became cold. He raised his hand and pressed the skull mask on his face again: "I will use your head to prove that Ain El never needs to rely on a lowly foreigner!"

It's windy.

Zelin heard the griffin's scream, it might be attacking some enemy. The shouts on the battlefield seemed to come from a very distant abyss, with illusory echoes.

In the tumbling hoarfrost, someone was using magic on the cliffs, lightning and thunder in the sky, chaotic harbors, ice floes covered with corpses, and Nilfgaards killed and wounded. Skellig's warriors launched a valiant charge on the black ship, and the Wild Hunt warrior used a heavy hammer to knock them off like falling leaves and throw them into the sea.

Ai Ruiding cursed in a language that Zelin couldn't understand, swung his sword in a big motion, and the epee dashed through the air unstoppably. Zelin jumped back a small step slightly, flashed over the tip of the sword, and provoked the blade to flicker. Ereding raised his sword to parry, and Zelin was in the middle of his arms. He raised his leg and kicked Ereding on the waist. However, the body of the King of Wild Hunt was like a tough rock, and the Demon Hunter took a few steps back.

"Die!"

Ai Ruiding exhausted all his strength, aimed at the chest of the Demon Hunter and swung the epee down!

Zelin supported the sword with his left hand and raised his weapon. At the moment the blade collided, he felt a tingling pain in his wrist, and the hoarfrost on the sword of the king of wild hunt was like an invisible sharp blade, piercing his arm.

Eredin’s roar is like a howl from the abyss: "You never want Ain El to succumb!"

A dazzling flame burst out of the blade of Duan Kong. Taking advantage of Eredin's stunned effort in the fire, the demon hunter twisted his waist and deflected Eredin's blade. All of Eredin's power was placed on the weapon, but Zelin's move caused him to lose his balance at once. The demon hunter raised his fist and hit Eredin's faceplate fiercely. Eredin took a few steps back in the severe pain, blood flowing from the gap in the skull helmet.

Zelin grabbed the hilt with both hands, dragged the long sword gushing out of white light, and slashed hard!

"Your ridiculous self-esteem made you slaughter the natives!"

Bang!

When the blades collided, Erudin's body over two meters had to retreat in front of the demon hunter's fierce attack.

"You take slavery for granted!"

Bang!

The blades collided again, and Eredin didn't know why a demon hunter had such power. He had to grit his teeth to grasp the long sword and not let go.

"Your people want to survive in Hoarfrost!"

Bang!

Eredin fell backwards to the ground, still holding his sword stubbornly.

Zelin's shoulders rise and fall with his breathing.

So many years.

Five years ago, when he hanged the tree of ghosts, he learned that Wild Hunt would never be satisfied with just kidnapping a few children, but wanted to take Xili's power and seize the entire world.

He has been waiting for this war.

He is not a hero.

But fighting against demon invaders is always the responsibility of the demon hunter!

He held the sword, felt the power in his body that never seemed to be exhausted, and looked at Eredin.

Eredin put his sword on the ground and stood up swayingly.

"...The space in the world is limited, and Ain El must get the best resources and living space! Who would be heartbroken for those rats who stole food and were trampled to death?" He just threw it away. He wiped off the blood-drenching nose tip, held the hilt again, and assumed a fighting posture: "I don’t allow anyone to stop it! Don’t try to prevent Ain El’s survival, Demon Hunter !"

"Everyone wants to survive!" Zelin also raised the sword and clenched the hilt: "Everyone wants to solve Hoarfrost! Hoarfrost will destroy everything, and you will... Ai Rui Ting, I cannot fight Hoarfrost for this world, but I can defeat you for it!"

Eredin opened her mouth and screamed in anger, and when she was five meters away from Zelin, she cut down with the sound of breaking through the air!

Zelin took a step forward and slashed with his sword!

The dark armor was suddenly covered with a layer of hoarfrost, and the figure of Eredin wielding a sword disappeared in a flash of white light.

Upon seeing this, the demon hunter did not hesitate, he did not retract the sword, let alone doubts.

When the sound of breaking through the air came from behind his ears, Zelin had already dropped his weight on his right leg. The cut blade brought sparks across the deck. He leaned back to the side as if he was about to throw a hammer. The blade with no weakened strength carried dazzling brilliance. The sword light was like a waning moon. The hit suddenly appeared in Behind him, Eredin still maintains a sword-wielding posture!

The epee of the King of Wild Hunt swept across Zelin's nose, and he could feel the cold, blood and killing intent on it, and every carving on the blade was clearly reflected in his pupils.

He didn't see Eredin, but the resistance from his arm made him firmly grasp the weapon, pressing all the power!

The blade was like cutting butter, tearing the breastplate, then the left rib, chest, and right shoulder.

Puff!

Blood spurted out.

The shoulder pad was flew by the sword drawn from the shoulder, and a parabola was drawn in mid-air.

Boom!

The shoulder armor fell, spinning on the deck, slid out, hit under the mast, and stopped.

The skull pattern on the shoulder armor looked at the two people on the battlefield indifferently.

Zelin lost his balance and fell backward.

Eredin slowly lowered her head in disbelief, blood was uncontrollably spraying from the ripped armor and chest. In the blink of an eye, the dark armor had turned crimson.

His legs lost strength, and he knelt down in a pool of blood below him. Eredin grasped the wound tightly with his hands, trying in vain to stop the blood from spurting out.

Zelin walked up to him and raised Duankong.

"There is only one reason for your failure, Eredin." He whispered and calmly said, "One reason."

For some reason, there was no anger in his heart.

He is not worthy of his anger.

He is just a paranoid and extreme poor.

"You will never understand, what is equality, what is unity..."

He remembered what Xili had told him that in Ain El's world, Xili had witnessed the scene with his own eyes, the ocean of bones, the endless pale desert under the blizzard.

Call slaughter survival and enslavement as progress.

The sword of heaven was suddenly cut down!