The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Francesca knew what the real purpose of this trip was. It was related to the future of the new kingdom established by the Elves of Ain Sidi on the mainland for the first time in hundreds of years. Is it to get help from another world, or to be forced to make various concessions to the surrounding human kingdoms in exchange for material and recognition.

"The snow elves tame Charus, and the Dawn Guards tame the war trolls to fight for them. The giants of Skyrim will raise mammoths as easily as humans raise a sheep. This land has great war potential."

"I'm not doubting your ability to assess risks, Enid, but I think we should be more cautious. This is not an outing and an adventure."

They rode on horses, and after passing through Ximu Town, they could see Snowman City on the Tiantian Plain not far away. It seems that there has been a snowfall recently, and the plain, which is mainly pale yellow, is dotted with a little white. Pedestrians can still be seen coming and going on the road. The peace agreement that lasted for half a year has indeed restored the sky a bit, but this is just a reflection in the water. When the war starts again, everything will return to its original state.

"I know that between the two of us, you are more experienced than me in dealing with the troubles of the different world, but if I can also go to the other world often, believe me, I can do as well as you."

"Of course I believe you, Enid...Well, let's go to the city to talk about it."

Looking at the city getting closer and closer, Zelin couldn't help feeling the ebony blade on his waist. He got this sharp blade in Xueman, and he would bring it with him almost every important battle and journey to another world. And when he first came to Skyrim, Zelin worried all day whether the demon **** whispering in the blade would cause trouble to him. If it weren't for coming back again, he would have almost forgotten that this weapon was related to the Whispering Lady Mephala, and it was not simply an extremely sharp weapon.

Regarding this weapon, Zelin obtained it when he was commissioned by Lord Balgruuf. It was originally intended to be transported to the camp of the Guardian of the North, but it turned out to be a weapon of a demon hunter.

"What are you worried about?" Francesca, who was chatting with Serrana before and after, suddenly asked Zelin.

"I'm just thinking about what we should do when we enter the city." Zelin raised his finger to the city not far away. "I remember Gneia has a property in Xueman, and we can go there."

"Just like this?"

"Of course, what else can I think about? The heretics who track the dragonborn will not come to me just because of my wild thoughts."

Unlike the last time I arrived in Snowman City, this city is now shrouded in new shadows. In the past, they were worried about the sky and night. Now, the threat of infidels and war is imminent. The material shortages caused by the war also plagued the people in the cities. However, due to the stable form of the Xueman collar, necessities such as food can still be self-sufficient.

The check into the city is still very strict. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Francesca still imposes an illusion on herself, making her look like a Nord woman who is a little too innocent. Serana had never seen such a spell before, and finally the elf applied a small magic before her eyes to make the daylight not so dazzling in her eyes.

As a result, after entering the city, Zelin accidentally discovered that Gnaiya's wind house had now been burnt down, leaving only a scorched wreckage. The war girl at the weapon shop on the side was even slightly affected. One wall was blackened and the eaves were burnt.

From the words of the female blacksmith Adxian of the war girl, the wind house was attacked by cultists the night before. The cultists who were looking for the whereabouts of the dragon descended. The house was burnt down by fighting and spells. Several city guards were injured. Fortunately, the only people who died were cultists.

"Where is Lydia?" Zelin asked Adxian. Zelin knew that Gnaiya became the Baron of Snowman and followed her guards, staying in Snowman City, looking for opportunities to send some letters from time to time. Gnaiya, or help Gnaiya bring something to the Throat of the World.

Adrian is locking the door of the weapon shop. It was getting late, and due to pagan reasons, many shops began to close before the sun had set, to prevent them from encountering gangsters hiding in the dark on their way home from dark.

"Lydia, really a strong warrior. She is injured and is receiving treatment in the Gina Rais Temple. The baron she served has not returned to Xueman for a long time, but she is still defending in the hands of cultists. This house."

"Thank you, I get it."

Obviously, they can't live in the wind house. But Isodar, who took over the banner of the mare, still remembers the mercenary who helped her find a mammoth ivory in the past so that she could contact the tiger caravan. She provided a room for the Demon Hunter for free, and also talked to him about many interesting things and news that happened in Snowman City recently.

Serana doesn't need to eat, she just asks for a vegetable soup and rushes to the hotel to go sightseeing. For vampires, night is the time for their activities. The elf originally planned to go back to the room to rest, but it didn't take long before she came out again and made a gesture to the preacher who kept preaching Talos not far from the hotel, and then the snowy night became much quieter.

The old Talos sacrifice died in the hands of the werewolves who attacked Yuehuaskar. As a result, after the signing of the peace agreement, a younger and louder sacrifice came from Rift Valley City. No one would like a person who yelled under the window while he was sleeping.

After deciding where to live, Zelin went to the temple of Ginales alone to visit Lydia to find out what she knew about the cultists who were looking for Ganya. He will investigate in Skyrim, and after finding valuable clues, he will go to the Throat of the World to find Gnaiya.

Chapter 851: Oath and Shadow

The Temple of Gina Rais, this is not only the sacrificial place of Goddess Gina Rais, but also a hospital in a sense of Snowman City.

Lydia has awakened, and the physique of this strong female warrior made her recover quickly. But failing to protect her own baron's house in Snowman City made her very self-blaming.

"Please tell the Lord Baron that I have failed the responsibilities she gave me." Lydia was still wearing many bandages, and one of her hands was injured. Cultists are almost all spellcasters, and their sneak attacks caught Lydia by surprise. However, they are not professional combat mages, they only know some simple fire tongue spells and other spells. As a result, after the sneak attack, Lydia used the narrow terrain of the wind house to solve the several cultists who broke in.

"I think compared to a house, Gnaiya would be more reluctant to see you hurt, Lydia."

There were patients everywhere in the temple, and Zelin couldn't even find a place to sit. Fortunately, the temple worship gave him a wooden chair. Zellin knew her, named Danica, who had treated Lord Balgruuf's son in the past. However, the lord's son could not be cured, and she cannot be blamed for her poor healing magic and medical skills. After all, it was because of the whispering lady.

"Your Excellency must have asked you to help investigate the cause of the cultists' presence."

Without Zelin's own explanation, Lydia guessed the reason why the Demon Hunter returned to Skyrim again.

"Yes, these cultists are very dangerous, and I don’t think it’s just because of a cult leader or bandit leader who will pretend to be the dragonborn." Gnaiya lifted the dragon calamity that ravaged the sky not long ago. She is The legendary hero, many people are praising her name, not to mention that when the reputation of the dragonborn is the most prosperous, even when there is no dragonborn, it is not a good choice to impersonate the dragonborn.

Moreover, these cultists are very enthusiastic about the dragon descendants they worship.

"I found this on a cultist." Lydia turned over from the stone bed. She declined Zelin's help and walked to the side table. On top of her armor and weapons, the Nord-style iron armor showed burnt marks in many places. She turned the armor around and took out a blood-stained note from the cotton pad behind the breastplate.

"That's it." She handed the note over. "I know that many people want to be against the Lord Baron. I will hide the note. You are the closest friend of the Lord Baron, and I can trust you."

Zelin unfolded the note with two neat lines on it.

Kill Gnaiya, the pseudo-dragonborn.

Lord Mirak will reward believers who make it satisfied.

"Milak? This name?" Zelin frowned slightly. He recalled what he had seen and heard in Skyrim, but he had never heard of anyone called Milak, whether it was a man or a woman. "Honestly, even pretending to be a dragon It’s better to have the same name as the ancient dragonborn. I don’t remember which dragonborn is called Milak in the book."

After knowing that Gnaiya was the dragonborn, Zelin went to look at the records related to the dragonborn. Every dragonborn’s name was recorded. Although Zelin would not memorize it deliberately, he was sure. There is absolutely no Milac inside.

"I'm worried, this is a trick of the storm cloak or the imperial army."

Lydia lowered her voice. She is a female warrior, a profession represented by strength and courage, but it does not mean that she is not smart. Not to mention that there are many soldiers near the temple.

"Fake Dragonborn and create chaos in Xueman to put pressure on Lord Balgruuf. It is very likely that the imperial army has done it. They can reduce Ulfric's passage by shaking people’s belief in dragonborn and traditions. The impact of the roar assassinating the Supreme King of Skyrim.” Zelin analyzed with the existing clues, “and by making the situation in Snowman turbulent, he forced Balgruuf to seek help from the outside world. The Emperor is still in Skyrim, and the Imperial Legion is passing through Rift Valley City. From Cyrodir into Skyrim Province, their advantages are becoming more and more obvious."

"It's also possible that Ulfric did it. He is a Nord, but his ambition can make him do things beyond people's imagination." Lydia continued Zelin's words, "He can wait until people can bear it anymore. When it was too late, he suddenly announced that he had seized the cultist’s behind-the-scenes master and claimed that this was a conspiracy of the empires. This way, he can get the support of most of the Nords of Skyrim and show his favor to the dragonborn. Under the pressure of the people at the bottom, Lord Balgruuf could never openly stand on the side of the empire and fight Ulfric."

"Lydia, didn't you tell this to Lord Balgruuf, or Captain Irileth?" Zelin asked suddenly.

"No, my master is the Lord Baron." Lydia stroked her chest with one hand. "Since I swore allegiance to the Lord Baron, I will not do anything that would harm her."

"Thanks for your hard work, Lydia..." Zelin pursed his lips, "I have to thank you, no, this is just me, I can't replace her. By the way, are you interested in living with her? Place, as her escort, and...friends."

"If the Lord Baron needs it, I will go anywhere."

Finally, telling Lydia to rest in peace in the temple, Zelin greeted the soldiers at the door and walked out of the temple. But after walking out, he didn't go far before he noticed a figure flashing by in the dark night. For some reason, this figure made him feel unexpectedly familiar, and made him touch his wallet subconsciously. In Snowman City at night, there are almost no pedestrians on the road.

Looking left and right, there was no other person. The demon hunter hid in the corner of the road and followed in the direction where the figure disappeared in a different manner.

Many people who must act at night have their own minds.

In other words, most of them have.

But there is one person, there should be no one, she is simply on the way.

A petite figure swayed on the horse, as if it was about to be planted in the next moment. A close-fitting cloth was a little thin in the cold wind of the snowy plain, and there were blood stains on the clothes that had already dried up.

And beside the rider, there is a truck, driven by a red guard man. There is no wood, no food, and no goods on the truck. They dress up like businessmen on the road overnight, but as the cold wind blows through the canvas covering the carriage, the rustling canvas clings to the cargo in the carriage. In the middle, it outlines a rectangular pattern like a coffin. They didn't say a word. On the dark plain, there was only the sound of wind, the howling of wolves, and the creak of the wheels of the wagon.

Chapter 852

"I will **** the Night Mother to the Sanctuary of Morning Star."

The Red Guard man driving the carriage said to the female assassin who rode ahead and remained silent. She is too young, no matter what the concept of race is, she is not yet old enough to ride a horse in the dark and wear a blood-stained coat in the cold wind.

Hearing the sound from the back, the girl in front covered her abdomen with one hand and the rein with the other hand and nodded. Looking into the distance, you can see the Snowman City bathed in moonlight, and the farms surrounding the city like stars arching over the moon. They are the Dark Brotherhood, ridiculously speaking, who would believe that the two driving the coffin now are members of the famous Dark Brotherhood.