The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Look! There are demons coming out of the crack!"

Zelin jumped back to avoid the attack of another shadow, and looked up at the place where the shadow barrier crack was. The cracks are constantly distorting, and the light green energy is scattered and overflowing, and when it falls on the ground, it becomes a variety of demons.

"They are all standing together!"

Zelin raised his sword and resisted the attack of a shadow in front of him. He was pressed back a few steps, after stabilizing his figure, the demon hunter slammed his strength, pushed the shadow demon away, and took the opportunity to slash the demon's chest with the empty door wide open. The demons who have just emerged from the rift have not noticed the battle on the **** below, and they are all piled up next to the rift in the shadow barrier. "Solas, do you have any idea?"

"I will deal with them."

Thoras's staff released an electric arc, hitting the magic light ghost beside the pine tree, the arc jumped to the pine tree, and the snow on the canopy fell down. The mage stepped back two steps, waving his staff and making a spellcasting action. Thoras suddenly opened his arms, and a ball of lightning struck the place where the demons gathered like raindrops, in the blink of an eye, the ground at the cracks. Just like a pool struck by lightning, electric snake-like arcs wander around, devouring the bodies of these demons.

"They are going back to their own shadow world!" Varrick grinned and raised Bianca to shoot an arrow at the demon in front of the demon hunter.

"Hey, this is dead." Zelin took two steps back, looked at the demon with a crossbow bolt in his head, turned his head and said to the dwarf, "You don't need to make up another arrow."

"Bianka doesn't care, and I don't care." Varrick patted his crossbow.

The four shadow demons who had just started to pounce quickly fell in front of them. Zelin sighed lightly, ran two steps along the **** where the ancient steps could be seen, and ran to the platform where the shadow barrier cracks were suspended. In the distance is the gate of the camp at the foot of the mountain.

"What shall we do next, tell Cullen that the cracks here are no longer active?" Varrick asked Zelin, looking at the cracks floating above his head. The cracks were in the form of viscous liquid, like a wound from which a person was dripping blood, dripping with nauseating dark green liquid.

Zelin did not immediately respond to Varrick's inquiry, he tilted his head and listened carefully to nearby voices.

"Something is coming from the bottom of the mountain, I hear footsteps."

"What?" Varrick looked at the mountain in confusion. "I didn't hear anything."

"He's right. Someone is coming over." Thoras agreed. He saw Varic winding Bianca again and shook his head. The voice of the jealous demon is so loud that you will not hear it."

It didn't take long for the two people who appeared under the hillside steps to confirm the demon hunter's conjecture.

"You are here!"

Cassandra the Seeker strode over, and it seemed that she had also been attacked by some demons on the road, and the edge of the shield was hit with a depression. But what is more noticeable is that Lavilland, who is following Cassandra, has no shackles or iron chains on her body, but a simple wooden bow in her hand.

Zelin just wanted to walk over and say something, but the cracks behind him suddenly broke out, and the burst of air flow almost knocked him to the ground. Warwick on the side also supported the nearby rocks to prevent him from being blown down by the strong wind. Upon seeing this, Thoras strode over and grabbed Lavilan's arm, who hadn't understood anything, and made the mark of the crack in her hand face the crack in the shadow barrier in mid-air.

I saw that the crack and the trace seemed to have some connection, and a light green energy flow was transmitted from Lavilan's palm to the crack. At the moment of contact with the energy stream, the crack seemed to be activated by something, and it began to become extremely active. It looked like a patient's wound began to purify, and dark green crystals grew savagely from it, as if to fully support the crack. Open.

All this did not last long. When the crack was about to reach its critical point, Thoras pulled Lavilan’s arm and yanked backwards, accompanied by a burst of bright light, and the shadow barrier cracked in mid-air. Exploded. The demon hunter closest to the crack raised his hand to block the light of the explosion. After all this stopped, Zelin put down his arms and raised his head. The crack that had appeared in front of him just now had disappeared.

The first thousand and eighty-three chapters on the eve of the total attack

Thoras's theory is correct!

The mark on Lavillan's hand can indeed close the rift.

Seeing this scene in front of him, except for Thoras, who was not surprised at all, everyone was relieved. Being able to close the rift means that they don't have to face the endless shadow world demons. As long as the rift is closed, the remaining army of the Judgment Order can defeat the demons entrenched in the Frost Mountain and retake the Holy Ash Temple. Although this may not be good news for the Demon Hunter, if the Shadow Realm Rift is completely closed and the directional navigation has not been established, he does not know how he should go back.

Of course, there is Lavilland.

"I... what did you do to my hand?" The elf widened his eyes, looked at his palm in confusion, looked at the mark on the palm, and looked up at Thoras. "What happened just now?"

"I didn't do anything." Thoras shook his head. "This is your strength. Your mark can resonate with the fissure and close the fissure again. I just asked you to do this."

"And you can help us solve these troublesome cracks." Varrick walked over and said to Lavilland. "Allow me to formally introduce myself, Varrick Tess, a third-rate writer, a crappy businessman, Welcome dwarf, nasty follower, technically speaking, I am a prisoner just like you."

While talking about the boring follower, Varrick glanced at Cassandra clearly, and the Seeker snorted with his hands on his chest and curled his head.

"Lavilan." The elf shook hands with Varrick. "You have a good crossbow, Varrick."

"I knew that Dashley hunters all know the goods." Warrick showed his iconic smile, and his mouth was neat and white teeth. "This is Bianca. It's good to have been with me for more than ten years. Friends."

On the other side, Thoras also nodded to Lavilan, showing a slight smile, "Solas, a wandering mage, is here to help solve the trouble in the sky. I understand the shadow world and the rift, and I am proficient in this."

"The apostate mage knows all about demons." Cassandra turned her back to them and turned her head slightly. "Sometimes they are demons themselves."

"You are right, Seeker." Thoras also smiled at the Seeker's mockery. "Technically speaking, all mages are now apostate mages, because the magic ring no longer exists."

"I don't think I need to introduce myself, Lavillan?" Zelin leaned against the broken stone pillar on the side of the road, spreading his hands to the elf, "I hope this coma doesn't make you amnesia."

"I did lose a part of my memory." Lavilland rubbed her temples, she frowned slightly, but then relaxed her brows and smiled. "But I still remember you. I'm glad to see you again, Zelin."

"Okay, the old friend meeting will wait a while before opening." Cassandra interrupted their conversation. "Cullen and his army are waiting for us in the front camp. The rift in the sky is expanding. Let us resolve these. Trouble revisiting the past."

On the way to the camp ahead, Zelin chatted with Lavilan. Unfortunately, Lavilan lost part of her memory. She couldn't remember exactly what happened in the Holy Ash Temple at that time.

"I just remember saying goodbye to you under the stairs, and then..." Lavilland rubbed his forehead "Then when I came back to my senses again, I was already in shackles and sitting in jail. What happened? ?"

"It's the same situation as you saw, explosion." Zelin looked at the elf's eyes, her eyes were only confused and doubtful. "Shortly after you entered the temple, a magic explosion destroyed the entire temple, and the sky was torn apart. Crack, the demon ran out of the shadow world. Three days ago, in the afternoon after the explosion, we entered the ruins of the temple, just to find you lying in it, unconscious."

"Then this guy carried you all the way down." Varrick added from the side.

"Thank you."

"It's nothing." Zelin waved his hand. "But you really can't remember anything?"

"I just remember that I was in a place where spider monsters were everywhere." Lavilland frowned slightly, as if experiencing something before the memory. "I'm escaping from those monsters and climbing up a slope. ...I saw a golden figure reaching out to me, she pulled me a hand, and...I didn't know anything."

"Anyway, it's fine if you are still alive, maybe you can remember it later." Being hit hard in a battle and causing amnesia, or being unable to remember your past because of a magic curse, this is very much in the world of demon hunters. Common. There is a magic spell to solve this situation. It only needs to use the petals of the memory rose to cast the spell, but now, the memory rose has become extremely precious and hard to find.

There was a hint of conspiracy everywhere in the explosion, and perhaps this incident was not as simple as others had just imagined.

In the camp, thousands of soldiers were ready to go, ready to attack at any time, Cassandra went to find Cullen first, and the rest of the people gathered in front of the camp gate. On a stone bridge across the valley, Zelin saw Leliana, who had been waiting here, and Roderick, another priest of the church. Surprisingly, the minister dared to run to the forefront of the battle against the devil.

"What's going on?" Minister Roderick walked over angrily when he saw a group of people walking by. "Why does this prisoner come here with a weapon in his hand?!"

"The mark on her hand can close the rift. This is the key to our victory." Zelin was slightly dissatisfied with Minister Roderick. Compared with the Pope, the minister of the Church appeared more anxious. "To recover the Holy Ash Temple, we must Bring her."

"And who are you?"

"I passed by here by accident all the way to help people." Zelin spread his hands. "Forty-three demons were killed by the way in two days. Do you have any comments?"

"...No, then you should take good care of her, don't let this suspect hurt anyone." Minister Roderick waved his hand and walked back to the stone bridge again. Standing on the edge of the stone bridge, they could clearly see how huge a number of demons were on the hillside.

"Our plan is to take you through the valley to the rift in the center of the Holy Ash Temple." Zelin stood beside Lavilan and said to her, "Use the mark in your hand to close the rift in the center of the temple. The hole is quiet."

"It's dangerous." Lavilland looked at the demon dangling down the mountain, and she squeezed her hand. "But I will try to help."

The first thousand and eighty-four chapters marching route

"Now, we have two options. Enter the Holy Ash Temple from the back mountain passage, or attack from the front under the cover of soldiers." Kulun's hand gestured on the map, "What do you think?"

"Perhaps you should ask Lavilan." Zelin said to Cullen. "After all, she is the one who has the mark, and she is also the key to this action."

The demon hunter hopes that this offensive can eliminate these demons. There are hordes of monsters in the place where the portal is located. It is not a good thing to think about it. If the portal is opened again, will there be more powerful demons to pay attention to? To the existence of the portal? In any case, this is not a good thing. Even if there is no Judgment Order, he still has to find a way to ensure the safety of the area around the portal.

"I... uh, should it be more appropriate to find a trail?" Lavilan hesitated. "When I hunt in the tribe, sometimes approaching the target from the dark is the best choice."