The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Xisali came over: "A broken sword, this should have some symbolic meaning. In Azeroth, there are many long swords with magical power, and only the best blacksmith can repair them after they are damaged."

"But look...oh!" The dragon descended subconsciously to reach out and want to pick up the sword, but then withdrew her hand, she scratched the back of her head, and smiled a little embarrassingly: "This thing is placed there. Here, you should not be able to take it casually. You go back first. I want to take a look here. Not everyone has the opportunity to see such a magic weapon."

Even in a safe place, not everything can be touched at will. Whether in an ancient tomb or in a seemingly safe place. You never know whether this safety is based on the danger of being sealed.

"Well, then, see you later."

Hisalie turned and walked out of the palace. Gneia held the edge of the stone plate with both hands, bent down, and tried to open her eyes wide, trying to see the pattern on the other side of the blade through the gap.

"This can be touched."

An ethereal voice suddenly came from behind. Like a thief caught, Long Yi quickly turned around and put his hands on his legs.

A female elf in a white dress appeared next to her. The hem of the dress was dragged on the ground, spotlessly clean, she was wearing a silver headband on her forehead, and she had no makeup on her face, but it is hard for anyone to imagine what kind of decoration talents. Worthy of such a delicate and perfect cheek. The elegant temperament made Gnaiya take a step back subconsciously, and then quickly lowered her head to find out if there was anything inappropriate on her clothes.

"A broken sword, only when the real king lifts it, the flames of the West will radiate again."

The elven woman folded her hands together, hidden in her sleeves, and the snow-white dress was as pure as the clouds surrounding her.

"Uh, sorry." Gnaiya took a deep breath: "I'm curious, why is this sword... why is it here? There must be very important historical reasons for this?"

"Nasir, the flames of the West." The elf female walked to the stone sculpture, stroked the broken sword with jade-like fingers, and then turned around and looked at the stone wall opposite the statue. There is a mural on the wall. The mural depicts a war. A human warrior falls on the ground, supporting his body with one hand, and holding a broken sword. In the sky opposite is a powerful demon king who is swinging at the human warrior. The warhammer in hand. The warrior greeted the sword, with despair in his eyes mixed with unyielding and firmness: "In the battle of the final alliance, Elendil held Nasir. This sharp blade shining with the sun and the moon also made Sauron's army terrified. . But Sauron’s strength was stronger. When Elendil died, Nasir broke off a foot from the hilt, and the light on it disappeared."

Gnaiya carefully held the hilt of the sword, raised the broken sword, and then looked at the mural behind her.

"But Esiduo picked up the broken sword and cut off Sauron's finger. The Lord of the Rings fell off and the Demon Lord was defeated." The elf female circled the statue and walked to the Dragonborn: "It has been preserved here for thousands of years. Long time."

"A heirloom who lost his master." Longyi tried to wave with one hand and shook his head: "This sword must be very long, but I am still not used to the long sword. Ah, sorry, my name is Gnaiya, from Gu Mountain, come with Zelin. May I ask who you are?"

"I am Arwen, Arwen Udomir, daughter of Elrond."

Gnaiya immediately understood her identity: "Good evening, Your Royal Highness."

Since the Elf King here is Elrond, then Elrond’s daughter must be the princess here. Gnaiya reasoned like this: "I have been searching for the powerful weapons and hard armor here for the past two days. Someone told me that there are fragments of the holy sword here."

"Who told you?"

"It's Aragorn. When I asked him about a famous weapon in the history of northern humans, he told me about it." Gnaiya pulled a piece of hair from her ear, placed it on the blade, and blew it lightly. .

The hair is broken in two.

"It's a good sword." She raised the sword and looked at the weapon with the help of moonlight: "It's a pity, a pity, Talos is here. This sword is a broken sword. It's a pity for all those who use swords in this world. It must have been the owner of it in the past. It's a pity."

Dragonborn knows that not all weapons are suitable for testing sharpness with fingers, especially ancient swords. The wound may cause infection and death, no matter how small it is.

"His master is here." Yavin said softly, facing Gnaiya's inquiring gaze, the elf said: "Right here, at this time. At the end of the alliance battle, Esiduo was killed in the Golden Iris Marsh. His attendants protected the broken sword and rushed out of the siege. The immediate descendants of Esiduo possess this sword, and Aragorn, the son of Arazon, is the last owner of this sword."

"Didn't you try to recast this sword?" Gnaiya slowly put the sword back in place. After noticing that the position was not right, she adjusted it again to ensure that it was exactly the same as before: "Aragorn is a swordsman, he also wants to wield this holy sword. Which warrior who uses a sword doesn't want his own hands Have a good weapon in hand? I would rather wear something worn out and eat poorly, and use my savings to buy a better weapon."

"He doesn't want to." Yavin shook her head, her voice a little sad: "He is different from Esiduo, but he doesn't think so."

"Huh?"

"Esiduo had a chance to completely put an end to the evil in this land, but was bewitched by the Lord of the Rings, and was finally bent to death." Yavin stood in front of the mural, with his back facing the dragonborn, looking at the painting on the mural. , The unyielding Esiduo: "He has the same blood on his body. He is worried whether he will be deceived."

"The Lord of the Rings? Bewitched?"

Longyi frowned and recalled what happened and heard a few seconds ago. She walked quickly to Yawen: "What is the situation? I remember Zelin also has a ring on her body. Can you tell me more about it? Tell me, what happened to Esiduo?"

Chapter 2398: Controversy

"This thing is like that."

Zelin said that he moved his body on the wooden chair and changed to a more comfortable posture: "I subconsciously decided to stay, but I don't know. My decision was because I personally felt that I couldn't just leave. , Or rather, it’s because the Lord of the Rings stayed here and I didn’t want to leave? Before I came here, I made up my mind to get rid of this **** situation. I hate the feeling that I am not me, I absolutely It won’t go on like this. I can’t always think about what I’m doing right or wrong, or I will make mistakes someday.”

Virginia was sitting on the edge of the bed, with Xisalie sitting next to her, who opened her eyes wide and made no secret of her surprise. Frid knelt on the blanket next to the bed and said nothing.

"What do you think? Should we leave? Or continue to stay?"

The instinct of the demon hunter told him that this was not a problem at all. The people he knows here are obviously in trouble, and their war with Sauron is also something that demon hunters should not participate in. Just like he will not participate in the war between the southern empire and the northern countries, but if the human village is attacked by monsters, he will definitely help humanity.

"This is indeed a problem." Virginia's fingers stroked the staff. She answered very slowly. She considered the words in her mind and kept paying attention to Zelin's expression: "I remember after you put on this ring. What happened. In Lomugne, you wandered between several kings and generals, investigating court plots, and smashing the enemy one by one. Uh...maybe I’m wrong, but I was Didn't feel that you were in too much danger, did they sound alarmist?"

Frid raised his eyes slightly, looked at Zellin, then at Virginia, and finally fell silent again.

"Elune is on, I thought you were like this all the time." The night elf leaned back, stretched out, showing a proud figure: "Your worry is not unreasonable, but I think you are a little too I'm nervous. Is there an ancient **** in that ring of power? Or, the forger of the ring can still talk to you directly and whisper in your ear?"

Zelin thought for a while, then sighed.

"The problem is not whispering. When I get this ring, I will always... want more. I am worried that sooner or later, I will do something unwise."

Compared with Sauron's Supreme Lord of the Rings, Zelin's ring was safer. He couldn't imagine that in Lomugne, if there was a person, a voice that could always follow him, whispering in his ear, urging him to go further. Maybe he would really go uncharacteristically at that time and throw himself into politics.

There is no prosperous dynasty in the world, and there will be no people who will always hold power. The longer he lives, and the more he has seen that the original manor is turned into ruins in a few years, the more Zelin understands that some things are actually meaningless. Maybe in a few hundred years, people will only remember the legends, and they won't care what the name of the mayor of this city once was, or the king who only left a name or a one-sentence description.

"If you have such an idea, you would not make such a mistake. Now that the ring is not in your hand, maybe it gave you some other ideas, which reminds me of adventurers who have been mentally controlled. This is uncomfortable, they sometimes fall into a trance illusion, or leave the sequelae of headaches." Xisari looked at her fingers: "When you were in Azeroth, you didn't wear the power of strength on your hand. Quit, every decision you make is extremely correct."

Virginia coughed heavily.

"...Relatively correct." Xisali couldn't help but laughed: "Sorry, but to me, Zelin has never made any mistakes. He is confident, ambitious, and self-motivated, and at the same time She is so compassionate, and knows to be cautious and humble. Elune is here. Although for me, women should be fighting outside, but I never think that a man’s ambition is a bad thing. It’s better than It’s better for those who are incapable of themselves and claim that they are pure-hearted. You are in a very good state, Zelin, don’t doubt yourself. If you decide to stay, I will support you.” Then she said as if jokingly: “ I haven't seen the tree man, how can I leave?"

Zelin finally turned his gaze to Frid, who took a deep breath and just nodded.

"Well, in this case..."

Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

"I just heard your conversation outside." Gnaiya frowned. "It's not the time to say beautiful things, guys. Zelin's worry is not unreasonable. The world has fallen because of that ring. The hero, that kind of corrosion will even appear directly on the body, and affect the character of everyone around him and even a race. Talos is on, think about it, I remember the last time Mary was in Lomugne Ya and the others are persuading Zelin to put down the ring. Don’t we come here for another purpose, just to help Zelin get rid of the ring? How can you say to leave the ring?"

"You are mistaken, Gneia, what we discussed just now is another matter." Virginia shook her head: "Zelin is asking whether we think we should stay here and help his friends. Rather than turning his head and leaving when his friend is in danger, it is because he is afraid of the possible impact of a ring. Don’t you think that if Zelin does this, it will be a real change? Holy spirit, I don’t want it. Zelin was in danger and didn't like him to become a puppet of the demon king, just like I have always opposed her holding the ebony blade. But I am even more worried that this change is because of being affected by the Ring of Strength and becoming indifferent. , Ruthless, cruel."

Hisalie glanced at Gneia and then at Virginia. She covered her cheeks with her hands and sighed heavily: "Elune is here, what each of you said sounds reasonable."

"Or there is a third option." Longyi cast his gaze on Zelin: "Zelin, you leave here, and the rest is left to us."

"Are you kidding?" Zelin asked subconsciously: "It's not funny at all."

"What's the problem with this?" Gnaiya crossed Frid, went straight to Zelin, and sat on Zelin's lap. She embraced the demon hunter's shoulder with one hand and pressed it to Zelin's side face, with a faint fragrance pouring into her nose: "Don't we have the ability to help your friend?"

"I'm not questioning your abilities, Gnaiya..."

"Or, you don't want me to see some of your friends?" There was a smirk on Longyi's face: "There are so many people here, you just need to stay in the castle and use the telescope to answer from time to time. Just look at our problem, or tell us, if it’s you, what you plan to do next. This way you can avoid contact with the ring, and you don’t have to worry about the situation here, we will help you solve the problem."

Ze Lin pursed his lips and thought for a while.

"Wait until this meeting is over." He sighed: "If there is nothing else, I can indeed leave, or..."

"No."