The Journey of the Demon Hunter

If it really becomes a living corpse, it might bring some unnecessary troubles to Zelin.

Until the fifth confrontation, Siris got out of the stabbing sword in his hand, turned a few times in mid-air, and plunged into the soft soil. Listening to the whistling of the blade in her ear, she closed her eyes.

It is still difficult to pretend to be a living corpse.

Finally, Hillis thought of it this way.

But then, she didn’t feel the sensation of the blade cutting her throat. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain on her face, and then her back came into close contact with the soil—she was knocked down with a punch. On the ground.

Zelin shook his wrist. Siris, who had already begun to transform into a living corpse in front of him, wanted to get up, but the demon hunter held her shoulder and forced her back, and then stretched his other hand to the female knight’s belt. He drew out the dagger pin on it and threw it out.

Siris's pale and wrinkled hands grabbed Zelin's arm, trying to scratch, but could only leave light white marks on the leather armguards.

"I never knew that an unconscious living corpse would deliberately release water during battle. You hold a talisman in your hand, but you didn't use a miracle. Your movements are so stiff, like an apprentice who just learned how to hold a sword. I know that living corpses will lose their minds, but living corpses will become more vicious than they were when they were alive. If every living corpse becomes weaker and smaller than before, the living corpses in this world will not be such a big trouble."

Zelin did feel a little overwhelmed when he saw the living corpse of Siris, he was late, and Siris had become a living corpse. The demon hunter knew that if the flames became vigorous, the curse of the undead would dissipate, and the undead would become normal humans again, but it was impossible for a living corpse. There was no other way besides being killed. No matter how you look at it, Siris is no different from the living corpse, but when fighting Siris, Zelin found that Siris's battle has become much weaker.

"Ah..."

Hillis opened his mouth, only to growl.

"Can you hear my voice?"

But in response to him, only a meaningless hoarse sound, the female knight's arm grabbed the demon hunter's arm and held it tightly. In Hillis's eyes, Zelin only saw a palpitating void. He is not sure whether Siris is still sensible, but as long as there is a little possibility, he has no plan to give up.

"If you can understand me, just let go."

Zelin felt the hand on his arm loosen a little, but then grabbed him again. Siris raised her head abruptly, his forehead hit Zelin's nose violently, which made Zelin staggered, Siris took the opportunity to break free of the clamp and hold her hands, struggling to stand up, she wanted to walk over. , Picked up the stabbing sword that came out of his hand, but then tripped over by Zelin again, and fell into the mud with the demon hunter.

"I know your country is destroyed, Hillis."

Zelin strangled the arm grasping his neck, and held Siris’s neck with the other hand. He felt that he had been kicked in the back, but Siris was not so strong. Her fighting skills depended more on her. Yu Lingqiao.

"You can't just become a living corpse like this. The world will be restored immediately, and your country will be rebuilt. And I still need a follower knight. There are many things waiting for you to do. You absolutely can't just die like this. Here, you still have hope, Hillis. I am here, I am by your side, and you will not encounter any more failures, absolutely not."

Siris's struggling movement stopped, and she opened her cloudy eyes, the last trace of humanity.

"I promise you."

Chapter 1451: Calula's Melancholy

"Huh~hu~ah, we finally arrived."

Gnaiya wiped the drops of sweat from her forehead, looked at the towering hall in front of her, and let out a long sigh of satisfaction. She raised her head and glanced at the carved roof ten meters above the ground. "The hall of the giant king Yumu, this is really a place for giants to live. Hey, are you okay, Calula?"

The dragonborn's gaze turned to Calula behind him. It seems that the witch hasn't been on a long journey for a long time. She stood behind Gnaiya with her eyes closed, panting slightly, her pale cheeks were reddish, and the hair on her forehead was stuck in sweat. Together. After a while, she slowly opened her eyes.

"You are a weird woman, but you are about to lose a magic counselor."

Gneia touched the back of her head and smiled awkwardly.

"I'm sorry, I was a little too excited just now."

Following the direction pointed by the witch, they successfully found the passage to the capital of sin and entered this underground city full of twisted monsters. According to Calula, this place has already been destroyed. When the giant king Yum became the king of salaries in order to save the city, the fire of crime appeared in the city and burned the entire city. Do nothing. However, it is precisely because of this that the danger in this city has discouraged many explorers and knights, and many dusty treasures are still lying peacefully inside.

Gnaiya found many gold and silver treasures that could only be seen in the palaces of the wealthiest lords in the past. She couldn't remember how many cheap gold coins she threw on the ground just to give more valuable jewellery. Leave space.

Cheap gold coins?

Talos, he sounds like a rich man.

The value of this adventure is higher than the sum of all her adventures in Skyrim. She is sure that if the lord’s butler came over at this time and told herself where to kill a dragon, she would get 500 pieces. If the bounty of gold coins, she would definitely throw this person on the street. Now Gnaiya suddenly understands why Zelin likes to venture into another world so much. Sometimes, the difference between two different worlds will bring huge benefits, and sometimes there are more opportunities in the different world, just like just now, When she finally found the Giant King's palace where most of the treasures were stored, her pace almost left Calula behind.

"These are just trifling gold, so why bother about it." Calula lowered her eyes and looked at the bag of gemstone rings in her hand. "These rings have no magic, but you treat them as Treasure."

After spending some time with Gnaiya, Kalura realized more and more that Gnaiya was different from other ordinary people. She loves money but never uses despicable means. She doesn't have much awe of gods but she has no respect for the abyss. Similarly, she doesn't have much fear of both. At first, Kalula thought that Gneia would pretend to be kind to herself only because she wanted to learn the powerful and dangerous dark magic. There is no fear as a woman.

It's as if all this has nothing to do with her.

"You sound like an aristocrat who doesn't lack money."

Gnaiya walked cautiously into the palace of the giant Yumu. The palace was full of various mummy corpses. Most of them were burned to death, and some were killed after becoming living corpses. Next to the wall on the left side of the palace, a man in a strange ring-shaped armor is sitting on the ground with his back leaning against the wall, as if resting, but his head is lowered and there is no life, no doubt that he Is dead.

"I am not a nobleman, but, my sisters, they used to be princesses."

Seeing Gneia slowly turning to her head, with a look of surprise hanging on her cheeks, the corners of Kalula's mouth curled up slightly with satisfaction. The witch suddenly found that she was enjoying the shocked look of this woman who seemed to care nothing about herself, although this look usually didn't last long.

"Wang Hao? Well, then you should also be a nobleman, but in this case, you shouldn't be imprisoned in a dungeon..." The Dragonborn pondered for a while, "Is it a coup?"

"I told you that I am the daughter of the abyss, someone who will lure heroes and kings to fall. They are princesses, and they are also to lead the king into the abyss."

The look of surprise on Gnaiya's face gradually faded, and it turned into a look that was nothing more than this, and Calula suddenly felt amused. "You guy who should be struck by lightning, stay with me, but you will be dragged into the abyss."

"My mentors once told me that whether I finally choose to become a hero who is chanted by thousands or a villain who is cast aside by others, this is my own choice, and I believe I will make the right choice. People can control my decision. Your sisters don’t sound that terrible either."

Gnaiya walked into the palace, where countless gold piled up like a mountain, and groups of corpses lay on it, as if the people here did not forget their belongings before dying. She began to drag away the corpses above, throwing the charred and dry corpses out. But when facing the knight in ring armor, Gnaiya hesitated and decided to let him sit here. This is like a powerful warrior. Although I don't know what happened to him, the dragonborn respects the warrior.

"The witch is good at tempting those men to fall, of course it doesn't make people feel dangerous." Calula sat on the ground and rested, lazily looking at the busy dragonborn, with a little curiosity in it. "Maybe there are women."

Suddenly, Gnaiya's movements paused slightly. She slowly turned her head and looked at Calula as if she had discovered something new.

"You mean, you know how to confuse people? Well, I mean, you can make people more interesting and attractive?"

"Of course, it is not easy to make the great king fall. You may not know it, but in Dolan Gureg, many people know their deeds and the country destroyed by them."

"Can you..." The Dragonborn hesitated for a moment, as if he had made a lot of determination, and then said the next words. "Can you teach me something?"

"You finally admit that you want to learn black magic?" A smile appeared on Calula's face, as if she had finally seen through a problem. "Why should you be so insincere, such a person won't let people teach each other."

"No, no, I don't want to learn any magic, I think, I want to learn from you how to deal with others, so that other people, uh, I mean, certain people, become more like me."

Calula's mysterious smile froze.

At this time, she found that she couldn't understand the matter even more.

The first thousand and fifty-two chapters of Huan Yin City

This may not be the best result, nor is it the worst result.

He found Siris, but it still looked a little late. Siris had already begun to transform from undead to living corpses, but fortunately, this transformation did not happen overnight, and Siris should continue to persist for a while. Although she still can't say many complete sentences to Zelin, since she can understand the meaning of the demon hunter, it means that she still has a certain degree of rationality. But how long this could last, Zelin didn't know, and he didn't dare to bet whether Xiris could persist until the ashes spread the flames. He would never do this kind of unsure gambling.

"Siris, how are you feeling now? The last time I used your summoning charm, but you did not respond, so I came to you personally. Last time, when I summoned you in the battlefield hospital, you could totally treat yourself The difficulties to be encountered can be used as a message to tell me that not only you help me, but I should also help you. Only by helping each other can we go more smoothly on our own path."

Zelin lightly touched Siris' cheek, the sunken part, the rough touch made him think he had touched withered bark, maybe the two were almost the same. But as long as Siris hasn't fully become a living corpse, there is hope.

"Ah..." Siris opened his mouth slightly, but there was no sound from his throat. She lowered her head and gestured with her fingers on the ground.

‘I feel good. Let you see the ugly appearance of my failure...’