The Journey of the Demon Hunter

At the moment when the ebony blade was split, the pitch-black blade of the same color as the flame failed to attract Ebenezer’s attention. It was not until the flame swept across the scarred figure of Zelin that he realized that the thin black line was not a flame. Lift up the smoke and dust. Zelin raised the black blade with both hands, jumped out of the flame, and took Ebenezer's head straight.

In the next moment, the ebony blade slashed on the head covered by the shadow power, and the forehead formed by the shadow energy only produced a little obstruction, and it went straight down. Ebenezer opened his eyes wide, and the moment his sword slashed on his forehead, he seemed to be stunned, maybe there was no time to react at all. The potion suppressed the severe pain in the body, the demon hunter opened his eyes, exhausted all his strength, and pressed the blade down. At the moment of falling, Zelin and Ebenezer passed by. He had stood up, turned around in a circle, turned around and cut out a sword again. The burned leg softened, causing him to fall forward to the ground.

The moment the burning skin touched the cold rock, the sharp pain in the heart made Zelin's eyes black. However, he knew that he was not in a safe place. When he fell, he stretched out his hand to support his body to avoid falling completely. The potion flowing in his veins stimulated his body, gritted his teeth and propped his sword on the ground, the demon hunter turned around and looked at where the blood elf warlock was standing.

Ebenezer's figure disappeared, leaving only the cut corpse on the ground. The blade cuts through the blood elf's forehead, across the head, neck, and chest, and from the left waist, dividing him in two. The broken internal organs are washed out by the blood flowing out, and the uncontrolled shadow energy is on the corpse. Braving an unknown purple flame.

Slowly exhaling, Zelin stretched out his hand to take out a bottle of white Lafada potion from his waist. But I tried several times without success. Zelin lowered his head, and the left-hand glove that released the Kunen's seal had already turned black. Perhaps the leather of the gliding lizard had played a certain degree of protection against heat, but there was no doubt that this glove had been scrapped. The temperature from his palm made him think he was putting his palm into the stove. The scorched flesh and leather were glued together, Zelin looked at his arm calmly, sighed lightly, threw away the ebony blade, and opened the package around his waist with his right hand, which was still intact. The package covered by the anti-magical metal was only burned with a hole, the hole was small, and the potion bottle inside did not leak out. He tried to widen his blurry eyes and found the white Lafada potion inside.

Potions can suppress pain and remain calm, but it doesn't mean that his body is safe and sound. Just like the undead's body can act no matter how rotten it is, it is supported by black magic, but this does not mean that the undead's body is healthy.

Raising his head, he drank the white Lafada potion. Zelin threw away the potion bottle casually. He didn't know if he wanted to throw it away, or he couldn't hold it firmly.

It seemed that his adventure was successful. Ebenezer failed to summon the demon in the void. The sacrifice was still alive. Although the situation may be worse than Zelin, he has no physical strength to swim back from the water. Can only wait for rescue.

Suddenly, he was a little grateful that he told Burns that he would wait for half an hour to notify others instead of an hour. This way he can wait for a while.

Dragging his weak right leg, Zelin walked towards the stone platform. He had to tell the poor blood elf that it was safe, and then see if he could bandage her. With so much blood, she might die of bleeding before being sent to the hospital.

A dazzling green flame burst out of Ebenezer's body. The appearance of the fel fire made the temperature of the cave seem to rise a bit.

"My body is strong and pure!" The figure of a knight appeared from the flames. "Glory belongs to Karazhan!"

Chapter 2106: Back in Time

Black knight!

Zelin stared at the monsters appearing in the Fel Fire.

Suddenly, he understood why Ebenezer didn't take the opportunity to dodge or knock himself into the air with his claws when the sword blade slashed on the devil's horn for a while when he was hit.

The sacrifice is blood and pain. This is the altar, and any pain will become the sacrifice for summoning the black knight to descend.

The fel fire crackled and burned, and the blood elf's body quickly turned black and withered. But this seemed to be not enough, the flames spread to more corpses nearby as if they were alive. One after another corpses was swallowed by the evil fire and turned into black and gray corpses, exactly the same as the corpses Zelin saw in the hall near the necropolis. Perhaps the demon minions have made countless similar summoning attempts in their secret bases, performing demon rituals in accordance with the demon summoning books they collected in the bookcase. It's just that they probably didn't expect that, in the end, they became the sacrifices of the summoning ceremony.

The evil fire gradually converged into a ring, surrounding the path of the underground river, reflecting the cave into a green. Hilda on the stone platform sobbed quietly, and her body twitched slightly as she sobbed.

"This is your end, thief!" The black knight raised his arm and pointed to Zelin. His voice was loud, echoing in the sealed grotto. "You steal treasures belonging to my family, belonging to Karazhan, and you will be punished for theft. Now, I will sentence you to death!"

"That's not your family treasure!" Zelin gritted his teeth, and the white Lafada potion worked. Perhaps the residual shadow energy on the wound prevented the wound from healing, and the effect was slower than the demon hunter expected. "Your father made mistakes, and then he has been atoneting for his mistakes! Sober up, Eredin! Your master was defeated and destroyed by Anduin Lothar forty years ago. You are cursed. Strapped!"

"Stupid thief, you will pay for your actions!"

The black knight drew out the two-handed sword behind his back and strode towards the demon hunter. Zelin stared warily at the cursed creature who was more than two meters tall in front of him. He had fought Hisalie, and left many scars on the druid, and almost cut off the night elf's calf. Zelin didn't know much about Xisali's combat strength, but the druid's strength would not be weaker than Oregaard. If it is intact, Zelin is confident to fight the Black Knight. But now, he didn't know if he could continue to swing his sword continuously.

"Hand over the apocalypse, hand over the divine sword, it belongs to me, it belongs to Karazhan's treasure, thief!" The black knight's voice was full of anger to burn Zelin out. "That's mine, that's mine!"

Zelin opened his eyes wide with the two-handed sword suddenly slashed, and subconsciously raised the ebony blade to withstand the blow.

It's too fast!

He didn't know the power of the black knight, and never fought against him. While raising the blade, Zelin tried to shake his body, trying to avoid it to the side. Face-to-face confrontation with an enemy of unknown power is extremely stupid. Perhaps his power can directly suppress the block and solve you with one blow. Before judging the opponent's strength, rashly confronting it is undoubtedly a gambling. He will take risks for some necessary things, but he is definitely not a gambler who throws out all his chips without being sure.

The two dark blades collided, sparks splashing everywhere.

But Zelin didn't feel any pressure from his arms.

"That never belonged to you, my child." Suddenly, a voice that had only been heard in the illusion appeared in Zelin's ear, and a translucent ghost emerged from the air beside him. Les Shaar raised his hand to help Zelin hold the blade, and looked at the black knight in front of him with grief. "I'm sorry, Eredin, I never thought that the mistakes I made would involve you in such an evil plan and make your soul suffer in a confined body."

With that, Les' soul looked at Zelin beside him. "I never thought that in this kind of scene forty years later, I would see the ghost who witnessed me fighting the Guardian. Time traveller, the Guardian is right... she has always been That's right."

"Les Schall?"

Zelin looked at the soul in front of him in surprise. "You... could you see me at the time?"

He thought that Aegwynn might notice his presence, just as Medivh could do it. But he never thought that Les Schal could actually see him.

"When my mind and body were corroded by the magic sword, the power given to me by the apocalypse made me see some existence that I couldn't notice." Rice's voice was full of sadness, and his soul remained middle-aged. It looks like that, but there is no self-confidence in a pair of eyes, only pain and self-blame. "I saw you chasing me. I thought you were an undead who was enslaved by the guardian. I thought Aegwynn wanted to kill me. So I ran away. I thought my child was still very young and my wife was sick. They can’t lose me. They didn’t realize that you were gone until I tripped over.”

"Thief! Thief! The Apocalypse belongs to Karazhan! The artifact belongs to Karazhan!"

The black knight roared, raised his great sword, and slashed it again. This time, Zelin reacted, he jumped to the side, the black knight's great sword slashed to the ground, splashing gravel.

"I didn't expect this incident to involve my child. Maybe I spoiled him too much, making him greedy and daring to sell false artifacts to the guardian." Les floated beside Zelin, a demon hunter. I can feel that there is a force in the mage's soul that is gradually filling every muscle in his body. "Aegwynn came to question Medivh after Medivh brought my body to the Karazhan Cemetery. I don't know what she found at the time. Before she left, when Medivh wasn't paying attention, she used her strength to bind my soul. Here."

"You're Les, aren't you? I knew that Aegwynn would definitely find the problem!"

Zelin gritted his teeth, and he backed away again, avoiding the blow that the black knight chased up. The monotonous voice of the ghost is very uncomfortable.

"I am Les, Eredin's father. But I am not Les, but the power injected by Aegwynn to protect my family from curses. When my cursed bloodline reappears in Karazhan , I will appear." Rice's voice gradually became distant. "I will help you, time traveler. Defeat Eredin and liberate my son's soul...help him, his soul is screaming..."

With that, Les Schal's soul became thinner and thinner, and in the end only a vague outline remained.

When the black knight's great sword slashed again, Zelin did not dodge. He slashed at the sword, deflecting the power of the blow, and then hit the black knight's helmet with the hilt with his backhand. The impact caused the sound of metal collision to echo in the underground cave.

"You won't be disappointed Les." Zelin took a deep breath and looked at the black knight who took a few steps back and readjusted his figure. "This curse ends here!"

Chapter 2107: The Fall of the Black Knight

The blades are staggered.

Zelin has never felt such a full force!

The first blow came from the left side of the black knight, and the ebony blade screamed in mid-air, sweeping towards the gap between the helmet and shoulder armor. The ebony blade slammed into the black knight's great sword, and the crisp sound just appeared, Zelin swung out the second sword like lightning again, slashed from top to bottom and raised his arm, revealing unsuspectingly Underarm and right rib. Eredin had to deflect the blade, trying to block the attack on the other side, and at the same time stepped back, trying to get away. Zelin immediately took a step forward, turned his wrist, swiftly swung the third blow, and slashed again to the left side where Eredin had just given up his defense. Eredin dragged the great sword to block the onslaught of the demon hunter once again. The heavy great sword was flexible in the hands of the black knight like a light stabbing sword.

Zelin pressed on step by step, Eridin stepped back five steps, when Zelin launched a side attack again, the black knight roared in anger, the big sword gave up the defense, and desperately slashed at the head of the demon hunter. This time, Zelin didn't make it hard. He jumped a step back to avoid the enemy's attack range. The big sword draped on the ground, leaving a white mark on the hard rocky ground. But the moment Zelin retreated, he focused on his right leg. When the blade hit the ground, the legs exerted force and stepped forward on the back of the sword in front of him. This is a single-edged sword, with Zelin's toes on the back of the sword, and at the moment Eredin overturned the great sword, he jumped up and swung the sword abruptly while crossing the top of the black knight's head!

Clang——

Two clear metal collisions echoed in the cave.

Zelin steadily fell behind the black knight. Eredin received a blow in the head, but as a cursed creature, it was not deadly enough. He staggered two steps forward, then stabilized his figure. The two hands covered by the skull gauntlet grabbed the hilt and shook the blade with all his strength. Under the influence of inertia, the great sword whizzed past. The moment Kunen Fayin touched the great sword, it shattered like a piece of paper. Zelin stepped sideways a little, then raised his hand. Biting Alder gathered in a cyclone in the palm of his hand.

He slapped his palms forward, and the seal burst out just a few centimeters away from the black knight. However, the impact did not shake the black knight's body, and Zelin stepped back under the impact of the impact.

"Your end has come!"

The demon hunter stared at the powerful enemy in front of him. The black knight does not have a horse, but he has a powerful force beyond ordinary people. He does not know exactly what the curse that binds the opponent is, and the opponent obviously does not have the stiffness of any undead creature. The heavy sword and tiger bred into the wind. Although the blade did not hit him, Zelin could still feel an unbearable and decadent breath lingering around him, lingering, and the surrounding air was like Extracting his energy, making his movements slow, as if swimming in thick mud.

Hardly blocking the blow, feeling the soreness of his palms, Zelin bent his knees to remove the impact from the blade.

"Hand over the apocalypse!" the black knight roared. "Hand over the apocalypse!"

"You are just a poor creature bound by a curse!" Zelin held the blade with his other hand, pushed it upwards, and opened the big sword pressing in front of him. "The dregs that should have disappeared in history long ago, go back to your grave!"

"The Apocalypse is on you! Hand it over!"

The black knight slashed frantically. It aimed at Zelin's shoulder, but slashed empty, and then swept towards Zelin's calf, but only air was cut. Zelin never thought that the apocalypse was on him. He was absolutely impossible to have the ability to hold such a dangerous magic sword. As an excellent magician, Les Shaar would be affected by the evil power in the sword when holding the magic sword. Influence. But it does not matter whether this exists. Although it is not clear what kind of power the black knight possesses, maybe he can make the warriors who fight with him gradually lose their physical strength, and eventually be overwhelmed by his powerful power. But the potion stimulated his muscles, and the help that Les Shahr gave him made him powerful. Faced with the enemy's violent attack, Zelin's dodge was not exhausted.