The Journey of the Demon Hunter

On the other side of the platform, the violent vibration caused the book to roll down from the edge of the low stone table.

A Nord girl with a shawl and hair is bending her bow and shooting arrows, aiming at the dragon in the distant sky, with two one-handed swords pinned to her waist, and a floral shield protecting her back. On the side of the illustration, it is the description and introduction of the last dragonborn, but the introduction has not been finished yet, as if the author of this book suddenly couldn’t think of what happened next, the description came to an abrupt end. , Leaving behind blank yellow pages.

The jet-black waves suddenly became a lot more violent, beating on the books, and quickly wet the books. The water waves slapped on the book again and again, and every time the wave faded, the position of the book would be pulled one point into the water. It is as if there are two hands controlling the waves, step by step, let this book sink into the boundless sea of ​​darkness, sinking downward.

A huge wave converged on the other side of the sea. After the smaller waves returned without success again and again, this huge wave rolled over the tentacles protruding from the sea, and lay on the edge of the platform, and was about to fall into it. The book in the water leaped over.

Grasp the book with one hand and embrace it in his arms. The dark waves engulfed the figure holding the book in his arms.

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"We are going to win, sir."

A female dark elf wearing a robe stood on a sand dune not far from Ravenstone Town, and said to Wende Ulun next to him, "Don’t forget that we said yes, I will help you take Ravenstone Town, and you Will help me take revenge on Nellos!"

Wende Ulun glanced at the female mage standing beside him. On the chest of the dark elf mage hangs a dark red gem that is the same as the ash demon. He didn't want to know too much about this crazy mage. She was a former apprentice of Neros, but later turned against Neros because of a failed experiment. "I have always kept my promise, Idari. Uren. Both the family and the Laru family will remember your contribution to us."

"I just want to see how Nelos, who turned me into this look, died!" Idali gritted his teeth and said, "I also want to turn him into a monster that can only rely on the heart stone and stay on the edge of death!"

Chapter 952 The Night Mother Promises

In the storage room of the manor, as a lavender magical light flashed past, a sudden burst of white mist filled it. Francesca waved her hand gently. The smoke had not dissipated. The wooden crate next to the storage room was touched. With a bang, the sack placed on the wooden crate fell off and hit the wooden crate. The figure is buried underneath.

After waiting for a while, the smoke quickly dissipated. A messy storage room was exposed, and many sacks rolled down from the wooden crates, covering a large area of ​​the ground. But no one crawled out from under the sack pile, as if there was no one under the sack at all.

"Pull her out." Francesca said to Serrana. She took a long breath and rubbed her sleepy eyes. "This magic may be relieved with severe dehydration and muscle twitches. I hope there is no damage to her brain or internal organs."

"This is really dangerous magic." Serrana walked over and opened the sack piled with wheat ears and cabbage. Sure enough, a petite Brighton girl in tight black clothes was lying down, her mouth was slightly open, her tongue almost drooping outside, she kept inhaling deeply, and there was a gurgling noise in her throat. Twitching from time to time in severe water shortages. She was very thin and weak, and Serrana easily dragged her out of the pile of sacks.

Looking at her appearance, no one can associate the assassin who assassinated the emperor with her. Her skin was dry, and the yellowish skin of the Brighton was unnaturally pale. The assassin's eyes were dumb, until Francesca walked over with a glass of water, the assassin's distracted eyes immediately converged on the water glass, it should be said that it was the clear water in the water glass.

She grabbed the water glass that Francesca handed over, raised her head and drank the water. It is like a person who has been walking in the desert for many days and is about to die of thirst finally sees an oasis full of clear water.

After drinking all the water in the glass, the killer lay on the ground without strength. The messy hair blocked his face, and the eyes under the hair looked straight at the elf. She didn't speak, but Francesca knew what she meant.

"Come with me and you will get the water to keep you alive."

The Brighton people got up from the ground with hands and feet together, and swayed behind the elf. Miss Vampire looked at the messy storage room and shrugged.

"Let the Dragonborn worry about his house."

In the eyes of the killer, the journey from Snowman City to Raven Stone Town was just a blink of an eye. A moment ago, she was still in the guest room with the banner of the mare, and heard the sound coming from behind, she was ready to rush to the side to dodge the attack behind her. But the next moment, she knocked over the wooden crate in the storage room of the Crowstone Town Manor and was buried underneath by a pile of messy sacks. Her body seemed to have been exposed to the scorching sun for many days, and she was certain that if there was a pool of water nearby, she would jump in directly.

"Listen, it stands to reason that I shouldn't let you out. I should make you look like a woodcarving so that you can no longer kill anyone." Francesca looked down and sat on the ground on her knees. A killer who keeps pouring water into his stomach. She took out cups, instead of giving the Brighton people a clay pot filled with water. Otherwise, the elves wondered whether the Bretonians would break their stomachs because they drank too much water.

"I can turn you into a woodcarver again at any time, tie stones and throw them into the sea."

Serana stood behind, looking at the elf and the assassin with interest. The assassin was indifferent and didn't show any other expressions except drinking water, but she was a vampire and was very sensitive to the slightest reaction of the living. When mentioning the wood carving, the assassin's body trembled slightly. Relative to this world, this is indeed an unsolvable spell. It is impossible for different magical energies to unlock such complex and sophisticated spells, and brute force destruction will only lead to wood carvings and death of victims who have been in the form of transformation.

"I know where your remaining comrades are." A gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the elf. "They are in the Morning Star Sanctuary, and I also know the specific location of that sanctuary. You only have two companions left, the entire Dark Brothers. The society has been extinct to the point where only you are left."

Mind reading.

Serrana crossed her chest, raised her eyebrows and looked at the elf, thinking like this. She must be using mind-reading techniques, just like when interrogating Almond, people thought she was already confident, but in fact, she probably didn't even know exactly what the Dark Brotherhood was.

"Don't do this."

The assassin's voice was very hoarse, coming from the throat of such a petite girl, which surprised Francesca. But she was relieved very quickly. The killer organization will use some harmful poisons and drugs to train the picked up orphans to add new blood to the organization. It is not surprising that in her world, there are many killer organizations and The underground gang will do this.

"What do you want?"

"Join me." The elf squatted down firmly, stretched out a finger, raised the killer's chin, and asked her to look up at herself, "Here is what you have to do."

The killer was silent for a while.

"Let me go?"

"No." The elf shook his head.

"Destroy us?"

"No." Shaking his head again.

After a while, the killer nodded slightly.

"Mother said yes."

"What?" Francesca frowned slightly.

"The night mother said yes." The killer looked straight at the elf warlock. "I'll help you kill."

Listening to the sound of the waves rolling, this was once Senator Morfan's favorite voice. Standing on the pier for a while is also the best way for him to relax after dealing with town affairs. But now, the sound of fighting has almost covered up all the sounds like thunder.

"You must go now, Senator Morfan, we are about to lose the city gate."

There were only a few Redoran guards still piled up at the gate of the city, and the corridors of the gate were almost full of ashes pushing together. The Redoran guards regained the city wall, but the Ash Demon, led by a powerful humanoid monster, was about to defeat the guards standing at the gate of the city. Captain Willis couldn't stop them either.

"You get on the ship as soon as possible, and the Redoran guards will protect this pier as much as possible!" Morfan looked at the gate that was about to fall, and kept shaking his head. Captain Verisch was injured. The captain looked at Deputy Adel, who was standing behind the congressman, and Adel's wife who was clinging to his husband.

"How can I give the Wulun family a town that has been managed by my family for decades?"

"Don't hold on, Morfan." Adel pressed his friend's shoulders "Must go!"

"Who is the manager here?" Suddenly, among the many anxious sounds, a questioning voice made the dark elves at the dock look over, and only a fair-skinned long-eared elves approached. The elf also saw Senator Morfan and a group of people around him. Such a calm voice seemed out of place on the noisy battlefield, "Do you know who is the commander here?"

Chapter 953 The Dragon Soul Awakens

Within the different classics, Milac walked slowly in front of Gnaiya. Gnaiya leaned back on the fence, a trace of blood was left at the corner of her mouth, and the blade metal armor was like the most common fur armor. Most of the chest part was torn apart, and the iron ring was carried by the roar. The impact force was torn and fractured, and the iron pieces connected by the iron ring were twisted and scattered to the ground after receiving a strong enough impact force.

The armor bears enough shocks for her, but Milac’s roar is too powerful, Gnaiya feels like her internal organs are screwed together, she takes a deep breath, and the **** breath in her throat makes her stomach burst out. Retching.

The fur coat and the inner lining under the armor were also torn apart, and the blood stained his chest red, dripping down the broken corners of the coat. The bright blonde hair was dyed red with blood, and the sweat from the severe pain turned the remaining hair tips dark, and the drooping hair tips stuck to the foreheads. Such a tragedy was enough to kill many people. The undulating chest can prove that Gnaiya is still alive.

"I said, you shouldn't have come to Southam." Under the mask, Milac's flat, but slightly meaningful voice came. "You should run away, so that you can enjoy the remaining time. You seek your own death." , And throw yourself into the net."

Milac drew out the dagger hanging from his waist. This dagger was not a weapon used for combat. The body of the dagger was engraved with strange patterns, and the two ends of the guard were decorated with two dragon heads that looked up to the sky and howled. The handle of the dagger is inlaid with a dazzling amethyst, and the magic light radiating from the body of the dagger shows that this dagger is attached with powerful magic.

"I will use this dagger to cut off your head, Dragonborn. No, from now on, you are no longer the dragonborn. No one in this world will know that there is another dragonborn in the world. "Milak looked at the dagger in his hand. "I use this dagger to pierce the eye of the dragon that I defeated. This dagger will bathe the dragon's blood for the last time."

Gnaiya didn't respond to Milak's words, she just closed her eyes, lowered her head, and kept panting, as if she was on the verge of shock due to excessive blood loss.

"You made a mistake." Milac seemed to feel very excited. His voice has been calm, but now he can clearly hear his excitement. He has been trapped in the realm of different classics for thousands of years, and now, only one step away, he can ask Mora's enslavement, return to Southam, and use his own power to influence the world. His followers will no longer be confined to Southam. His power is so powerful that many people in Tamriel will worship him as a true god, just like Talos who has successfully ascended the position of the Holy Spirit!

"You brought a group of people to die with you."

Gnaiya's fingers moved slightly.

"They made a mistake. When you were about to stop me, they didn't choose to dissuade you, but came with you as a car. Do you think Mora taught you all the strength I got? No, for me. Power, you just saw the tip of the iceberg."