The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Cheating Ladovide? How could they do it?"

"I am also surprised. Ladovide is a lunatic, but he is also very smart, and his father died at the hands of a half-elf. But these elves did deceive him."

Walking down the wooden ladder in the mine, Zelin noticed that on the corner platform of the wooden ladder there were glass cabinets that only appeared in the Warlock's laboratory. The dried nutrient solution painted strange patterns on the glass.

"This group of elves contacted the witch hunters. They declared that they were willing to attack the Nilfgadian supply line for Ladovide in order to avenge the betrayal of the Squirrel Party by the emperor in the Hydra Canyon. In fact, they did. He also attacked a Nilfgaard patrol, but in fact, the attack patrol was to rescue the imperial apostate who was stranded on the shallows because the ship was stranded.” Tishaya stared at what remained on the corner platform. There was a look of disgust in the eyes of the experimental equipment: "After the Squirrel Party handed over the **** armband of the Nilfgard officer to the liaison officer of Ladovide, they formed an alliance with Redania."

"So these materials and equipment are actually provided by Radovide for the Squirrel Party?" Vincent opened his eyes wide: "The mouse and the cat are married. There is nothing more strange than this."

"Just take what you need."

"Furthermore, the renegade warlock did provide Radovide with some information on the plague weapons. Radovide took this seriously. However, he did not dare to let this warlock enter Osenfurt. He was very worried that the other party might belong to the Imperial Intelligence Agency. Assassins, so they ordered the Squirrel Party and the warlock to conduct research in the Devil's Pit, and the witch hunters of the Eternal Fire Church would deliver supplies for them."

"But you said the Squirrel Party lied to Radovide?"

"Yes, the Squirrel Party arrested all the witch hunters, detained the supplies, and used them as live experimental materials."

After Zelin walked down the stairs, the line of sight in front of him suddenly became clear. The mine is very spacious, with a height of nearly ten meters. The first thing you see is a spacious open space. There are several tents erected on the open space, and wooden stalls are sandwiched in front of the tents, like an underground market. The demon hunter in his mind once again increased the number of elves that can be stationed in the mine. At the other end of the market, a rusty metal fence separates the market from the inside of the mine. The metal door opens outwards and deforms due to the impact.

After crossing the fence, there is a more spacious cave behind. The cave is artificially divided into different rooms by wooden boards. The door of the room is open. You can see the bunk beds and carpets inside. The elf walks in a hurry. Several burning candles have not been extinguished.

After the dormitory, Zelin quickly saw another important location.

"So many cells..."

Vincent exclaimed: "There are more cells than Vizima Prison."

The two sides of the tunnel were filled with cells composed of wooden stakes and iron fences, extending to the end of the tunnel in the distance. An uncomfortable stench lingers in the air, and the rotting breath lingers. The dim twilight shines through the fence vents above the head, drawing slanted lines in the air. In some prisons, there are still corpses that have just died, and in some cells, only bones are left. A few gray mice are lying on the corpses, with bloodshot eyes in their eyes.

"Enid!"

Noting the figure at the end of the prison, Zelin quickly quickened his pace.

Francesca had her back to the demon hunter, and in front of her stood two elven guards. Behind the elven guards was a towering stone arch with white angel statues on either side of the arch. The wings are folded behind the statue, holding hands, but his face looks like a stiff mask, staring plainly at the cave filled with death. A few pieces of charred rocks were scattered on the stairs under the arch. Zelin knew at a glance that this was an element of fire that had been eliminated.

"Get out of the way and tell me where Ethan Green has gone!"

Francesca's voice was cold, one hand was vacantly clasped, and the other hand hanging beside her was clenched into a fist, her back stretched: "I am your king, don't force me to do it to you!"

"You are not our king, you are just a human running dog!" an elf shouted: "The elf king will not kneel to humans!"

"She is the king of elves." Zelin stepped forward. He raised his hand and pointed at the elves on the left: "And you are not worthy of being her subjects!"

Yaxie Fayin, the elf's head seemed to be hit hard, and his legs softened and rolled down the steps. Another elf stretched out his hand, trying to hold down something on the statue behind him. With a flick of the demon hunter's arm, he was also hit by an invisible force and fell weakly on the steps.

"Let's go, Enid, can you open this door?" Zelin patted the elf on the shoulder and fixed his gaze on the arch that was more than five meters high in front of him. The two sculptures were quietly located on both sides of the arch. Zhang is covered with a mask, and the face without facial features is not the image of any **** in Zelin's mind.

"I can." Francesca raised her eyes and looked at the top of the arch, breathing heavily: "I didn't expect that there is a ruin here."

A snake stick logo is depicted on the top of the arch.

"This is a monastery." Francesca placed one hand on the wooden door, and after a few seconds, the door automatically opened to both sides: "Enshrine the gods we are about to forget."

"I don't remember which **** has wings." Vincent looked at the stone sculptures as they walked up the steps with them. The statue should be the sunken position of the eyes, as if it is facing the intruder no matter where she stands: "My wife often prays for me to various gods."

"This is the **** of Ain Woododd." Behind the arch was a lift. When everyone was standing on it, Franciska shook the handle. Accompanied by the creak of the runner, the load-bearing board slowly Decline: "Ion Wooddow is not the same as humans. Humans evolved naturally from some kind of animal, and we were created."

The elevator descended about ten meters and hit a hard rock. When Zelin pushed open the wooden door at the bottom, a stench of rotting corpses came over his face.

"Be careful!"

The ebony blade swayed like lightning, and the arrow hit the blade with a melodious echo. Zelin swung another sword to the left, and an arrow aimed at Tisaya was cut off. The arrow hit the female warlock and cut the dress. Then the demon hunter jumped up and swung the blade continuously in the air. The two arrows were shot down, and the broken shaft fell to the ground and rolled into the gap between the rocks.

"Intruder!"

The elf commander at the end of the cave put down his raised arm: "Let the arrow!"

Zelin painted the runes of the Kunen's seal, and Vincent raised the one-handed sword and shield.

The arrows flew through the dark cave with the sound of breaking through the air, but hit an invisible shield in the air, turning into fluorescent butterflies, flying around.

"There is a warlock!"

The demon hunter noticed a ball of fire in the middle of the elf from the corner of his eyes.

The next moment, a dazzling white light lit up behind him.

"Celain, dvaedar, eceand!"

Tisaya's angry voice overwhelmed all the sounds in the cave, echoing among the rocks, and the cave seemed to be rumbling because of her roar. The flying arrows seemed to be trapped in the air that suddenly became viscous. They were fixed in mid-air. The squirrel party hiding in the bunker suddenly lost the blessings of the earth. Their feet gradually fell to the ground immediately, as if they were falling into the sea, one by one. Floating uncontrollably. They tried to wave their limbs, trying to catch something to stop flying directly into the sky. Someone grabbed the stake and the fence, but then the fence floated up with them. Some were still holding wooden bows and short arrows, and some elves' weapons dropped in panic, like feathers that were blown away.

Tisaya raised her hands, her hands shining with magical light.

Vincent opened his mouth when he was about to fight, and Zelin sighed in surprise at the scene in front of him, and took the ebony blade back again. Francesca's lips were white and her face was stern and silent.

"Yhall\'daome!"

With both hands violently waved to the sides, the floating enemies slammed into the surroundings, but they did not slip off, but were tied to the rock wall by translucent ropes.

When the squirrel party elves were blown away, there was only one warlock in a black robe left on the ground. The warlock fell to the ground, clutching his throat with both hands, rolling back and forth, his eyeballs bulging out as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. It wasn't until Francesca made a simple gesture that his body twitched and limp.

"Resolved?"

Vincent looked at Zelin.

"Partially resolved." Zelin stared at the surroundings warily.

This is a circular cave with a huge deep pit on the left and right sides. The pit is full of rotting and black corpses. Many of the corpses are covered with mushrooms. The corpses are filled with disturbing pale yellow. Dust. There is a long and narrow corridor surrounded by stones between the two corpses.

Vincent walked up to the warlock, opened his hood, and sighed softly: "Oh, it's him." He clapped his hands and took out the shackles: "Then, as we said before, the elf here will give you. Come to deal with it, I want to take him away. When the report is time, I will write that he hired some bandits instead of elves. Emperor Enhill is very busy, and the northern coalition is blocking him, he will not delve into the details here. ."

"There will be no Emperor Enhill soon." The warlock who fell on the ground said weakly, and he coughed heavily: "The Nilfgaards will pay for the crimes they committed!"

"Where are the other elves? How did they leave?" Zelin asked, seeing the warlock silent, he raised his head and looked at the other elves on the dome: "Don't die in vain, AenSeidhe! Where is Isenglin? !"

None of the elf spoke.

Zelin retracted his gaze, and the warlock on the ground opened his eyes wide, staring blankly at the stalactite hanging on the top.

"He committed suicide, but it didn't make sense."

"What?!" Vincent asked in surprise: "He... how did he do it?"

Francesca’s face seemed to be covered with wind and frost. She ignored the werewolf’s problem, but went straight to a wall inside the cave: "But I already know where Isenglin is. I'm going to tie him back to Baihua. Gu Judgment!"

Chapter 2334: Ye Naifa's Letter