The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"He is now a standard Skelliger boy, worrying about how to achieve his glory."

"Well, I guess when he sees me, he will definitely clamor to go to the mountain stream and the ice cave with me to take an adventure." Thinking of the good memories of the past, Xili smiled slightly, and then covered herself sadly. Profile. Few women can care if their face is marked with a scar, not to mention that this is just a sixteen-year-old girl.

Just as Zelin was about to open the telescope, suddenly, a gust of wind blowing from the void blew the mist together. The wind was so strong that it made it difficult to stand up. The wind appeared so sudden that unsuspecting demon hunters were blown out for several meters to stabilize their figure. Xili's eyes widened. She was not affected by the cold wind, and she didn't understand what happened.

Zelin half-squinted his eyes, almost half-kneeling on the ground, so that he would not be blown away by the hurricane. The light-haired elves and Kenna on the other side were not so lucky. They were blown off the ice by the wind, screaming and disappearing to the other side of the mist.

Before long, the mist gathered together and formed a strange shape. The outline gradually became clear. That is the knights. Nightmare ghost knights, with blue flames burning in their eye sockets, rushed out of the mist. At the forefront of these demonic teams, stood a man with a crown on a helmet, a rusty breastplate and a neckband.

Wild hunting!

The cold wind became more and more violent, Zelin stuck his sword on the ice, and he raised his hand to draw the rune of the Kunen's seal. The moment the bright orange shield appeared, the frost began to form at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Run, Hiri!"

Zelin wanted to lean towards Xili, but the violent cold wind seemed to be pressing on him, making him difficult. Compared with the cold wind, the ice under Zelin seemed extremely warm. Such a surprise attack caught him off guard.

Hoarfrost.

His armor was freezing, and the severe temperature difference made him almost frozen on the ice of the lake. He saw in the wind and snow that Xili wanted to run towards him, but was blocked by the wild hunt.

"Don't come here! Run, Hiri, run!"

Before the hoarfrost completely covered his sight, Zelin saw a dazzling light shine in the deep blue sky, a unicorn guarding Xili, driving her away from the wild hunting, Xili Dodging the ghostly arms stretched out, disappeared into the tower shrouded in light.

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ps: In fact, if you don't count the Witcher 3, Wild Hunt is a collective term for the red knights of Eridin and the ghost warriors controlled by Eridin. As a result, the three generations of the game ate the setting that Eredin would summon and control the undead army.

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ps2: In the original painting, the bounty hunter Berhart fell on the ground. He swung his sword to kill wild hunting, but his horse was frightened and threw the owner off.

Chapter 841: Swift Tower

Xili staggered into this tall tower with aurora floating everywhere.

Aurora? In the tower?

This magic tower seems to show her the most extreme and weird side of magic, the most unpredictable side. She couldn't understand why the tower could stand in the canyon, but she knew it was meaningless to understand it-whether it was the way it emerged from nothingness or its magical structure.

Upon entering the tower, Xili suddenly realized that he had underestimated the tower. Unlike the seagull tower and the female eagle tower, the Swift tower seems to retain its past intact appearance. It is very weird, it seems to be changing all the time, just before, the white marble paved corridor was lit with magic lights on both sides of it, spotlessly clean. In the next moment, the marble floor became dark gray, pits and pits, covered with many broken bones, skulls, frontal bones, hand bones, leg bones, pelvic bones, and the dark yellow bones of the years covered the entire road. Creaked under his feet.

The tunnel seems to never end, and the rich magic converges in it, even forming a light beam visible to the naked eye. The light blue beams converge into countless illusions, animals, plants, humans, elves, dwarves, and even Dougs, half-murlocs, or lizardmen who have long since disappeared. The school of fishes exuding light blue fluorescence swayed freely in the mid-air above Xili, Xili raised his hand, the fish seemed to be frightened, and disappeared into nothing in the blink of an eye.

"Oh, God."

Xili turned her head, no wild hunter came after her, but she also couldn't see her entrance to the tower. The corridor seemed endless. She couldn't see the entrance or the exit.

She wants to find a portal as soon as possible, just like the portal in the seagull tower. But the weird appearance of this tower made it difficult for her to find a real path.

I can teleport to the female eagle tower and teleport to Udvik Island. Hilly thought. Then find a boat, a canoe, and go to the island of Big Skellig. Geralt and the others are still in Towson, I can try to plead with Craggy to send a letter to Towson to tell them that I am safe.

But this weird corridor seemed to have no end. She recalled her experience in the seagull tower, but here, she couldn’t find the steps to enter the top of the tower, and she couldn’t even see the end of the corridor. For the tower, the road seems too long.

Am I going to die in the endless tunnel like the owner of these bones? Perhaps the owners of these bones are the people who strayed into the Swift Tower in history. They kept advancing in this endless tunnel, and finally fell on a road with no end in sight.

The Dark Horse Kelpie has been by Ciri's side all the time, and it touched its owner affectionately.

But such bad luck did not come.

She walked for a long time, and finally had to choose to ride on Kelpie. Everything seemed the same, until she walked across a bridge erected in endless darkness. The darkness began to wrap around her like smoke, oppressing her. The persuasive whispers and soft sighs encouraged her. The huge door suddenly appeared in front of her, and then opened. Door after door opened. Door. In front of her, countless heavy doors opened silently.

Countless gates, countless forks, countless possibilities. The surrounding walls and stone pillars began to twist, and the weird appearance even exceeded human understanding of geometry. She saw countless fork roads, and there were no roads behind some doors. It represented the past and the present.

The illusions of the past emerge in the long river of time.

The illusion is intertwined with the tower, making her unable to distinguish what is false and what is real. Was the road she walked part of the tower or was it a scene from an ancient illusion. Every time a door is opened, a phantom appears in front of her. Past, present and future. She recognized some illusions, some scenes recorded in history and legends, and some illusions that she did not recognize, stories that had long since disappeared in history and memory.

Hilly didn't know how long this lasted.

Until she opened a new door again, the dazzling light enveloped her, and then, there was a refreshing fragrance of birds and flowers.

This is a lush lake. The surface of the water is as smooth as a mirror and extremely clear. Around the lakeshore, colorful flowers rushed to bloom. Xili walked out of the tower slowly, and the tower carved from basalt was reflected on the turquoise water full of petals.

On the shore of the lake, there were waves of melodious flutes. It seems to be a shepherd flute, maybe a bamboo flute.

Moving forward, she saw two pure white horses standing by the lake, with their front hooves soaking in the lake water, drinking the lake water with their heads down. They seemed to hear Xili's footsteps and raised their heads. Seeing what they looked like, Xili couldn't help but sighed.

They are not ordinary steeds, they are unicorns.

Both white flowers and black cherries exude a strong aroma. This is not any kind of plant she has seen. Real cherries will not have such a smell, and flowers, she has never seen such flowers in her own world. Many plants look so unfamiliar and alike, but when you look closely, they are not.

This is not the world she knows, at least not where she is known. This is not the expected Skelrige. Although the breeze makes people feel refreshed, Xili would rather face the cold wind of Skelriger than this land of birds and flowers. At least Skellig was familiar with her. Although it was refreshing, there was a lingering heart palpitations in her heart.

She didn't know where the palpitations came from. There seemed to be a voice in her heart, and a voice kept telling it that something was wrong. But there was another voice, telling her that this is where she should be, and this is where she must be.

On the surface of the lake, Xili saw the source of the flute sound. An elf with pale gray hair was sitting cross-legged beside the grass by the lake, sitting on a shrub lying horizontally on the ground. He has an angular face and big almond-shaped eyes. He is playing, his fingers are dancing flexibly on the bamboo flute. Although he noticed Hilly and Kelpie, even though he saw them, he did not stop. Hilly stood beside him and looked at him quietly. Until the end, he finished playing with a melodious vibrato.

"Why have you used it for so long? I've been waiting for you for a long time, Swallow." The elf put down the bamboo flute and stood up, his robe swaying slightly in the warm breeze. "I am Avalak and I have been waiting for you. Welcome. You,"

Chapter 842 After Hoarfrost

Only a few hours after the ghost of wild hunting disappeared, Hoarfrost gradually receded.

The lake raged by frost and snow fell into silence, and almost all traces of the battle were buried under a piece of thin ice. The ice surface destroyed by Rains' magic re-solidified together in the extreme cold, freezing many broken limbs and corpses together. In some shallow places, you can still vaguely see the corpse frozen in the ice.

With a harsh cracking sound, Zelin pushed away the snow and ice that was pressing on him. This time, Wild Hunt did not appear as a navigator. This was not Hoarfrost who was deliberately guided, and his Quinn Seal could handle it. The demon hunter's hands trembled, took out a bottle of Mahakam spirits, raised his head and took a sip. Feeling the heat dissipating from his heart, he rubbed the tip of his nose, sighed, and looked towards the direction of the Swift Tower.

The tower has disappeared. Only a gentle hillside stood alone there. There is a bare rock pile on the hillside, dotted with scattered frozen plants. It seems that when Xili fled into the tower, the Swift Tower disappeared, and the wild hunting ghost also disappeared in the wind and snow. He seemed to have seen a unicorn, but everything seemed too sudden, and he could only speculate from the scattered fragments what was going on at the time.

But one thing can be confirmed, Hiri does not need to worry about those Wigwarts hounds or the assassins in the empire who try to assassinate her due to political factors. If they can, they'd better find these people's lair before Hiri returns to make sure they can't come up with any dangerous plans.

Wild hunt for ghosts.

He had better figure out why these wild hunting ghosts appeared near the Swift Tower. These towers are the masterpieces of the elves in the past. If there is no accident, the portal of Mahakam also has the potential to become the legend point of the tower. He doesn't hope that one day, the ghosts of wild hunting will emerge from the portal without warning. . Of course, there is one thing he has not forgotten. Kenna mentioned that someone in the empire was preparing to assassinate Francesca. He wanted to get in touch with the elf as soon as possible, and then tell her what happened here, as well as Jay who was in Towsonte. Lot and his party.

On the edge of the lake, Zelin found Tyre Ered and Kenna who were shivering in the cold. They hugged each other and hid behind a rock, their lips were frozen to purple, their bodies were stiff, and their bodies were covered with a thin layer of frost. His face was pale, and he looked like he was about to faint. Fortunately, the hurricane before Hoarfrost blew them away, otherwise Zelin could only find a way to shave their bodies out of the ice.

Zelin took out a bottle of soju and poured it from Kenna's purple lips. After taking a few sips, the psionicist seemed to be choked and coughed violently. But she was able to move her body anyway. Kenna clutched her chest and slumped on the ground. She began to sweat continuously. After a while, she waited until Zelin asked the light-haired elves to drink the strong alcohol. Recovered.

"This is...what... a ghost!"

She kept rubbing her face, as if to wake herself from her dream. Zelin didn't know if she was asking herself what she drank, or hunting ghosts wildly.

But Zelin probably couldn't answer her.

"Come here and help, Kenna." The light-haired elf had his arm burnt in the previous battle, and then he was swept in by Hoarfrost. Her body is too weak. After drinking strong alcohol, although it can be guaranteed that she will not die of hypothermia, she still fainted due to exhaustion. But Fysigta’s hut is nearby, and he can let Kenna and Ered rest there to recover. Although Kenna looks the same now, she doesn't have the physique of a demon hunter. When the effects of the spirits fade, she will be wrapped in a blanket leaning against the brazier and shaking.

The fog dissipated, and the sunlight passed through the winter clouds and spread across the lakes and swamps in the Baihu District.