The Journey of the Demon Hunter

But the goal is not the king of wild hunting.

Zelin has never had the habit of talking nonsense with the enemy, unless this can give him an advantage. He was fighting for time for observation. The knight commander did not vomit blood, choke on the blood poured into his lungs and cough like other people whose chest was pierced, and then died of suffocation. His blood was flowing slowly, and the rune on the blade was immersed in blood, and flashed rhythmically.

Eredin wants the soul of Jaques.

Maybe it was related to this sword, so that's why he didn't use the sword to sneak attack on the more threatening Demon Hunter.

The biting cold wind hit Jaques's body, and the wound that was still dripping blood was covered with a thin layer of frost. The rune on the sword seemed to have lost its blood, and after flashing twice, it quickly dimmed. Jaques' body shuddered, and his loose eyes suddenly recovered. Eredin noticed all this, he drew out his saber, and stretched out his hand to Jaques.

"Your soul is mine!"

But Jaques's speed is one step faster.

"...Devil Hunter!"

He stretched out his hand to Zelin, but his body suddenly became illusory, and it seemed that a certain gray-white phantom was being torn out of his body. A wild hunter swung his axe, aimed at the demon hunter and swept over. Zelin jumped up, turned around in midair, avoided the axe blade that was swept away, and at the same time swung the ebony blade down vigorously. He felt something hit by the ebony blade, and the interlocking sound of metal echoed between the pillars of the ruins of the temple.

The phantom on Jaques is being torn apart. The two wild hunters, one from the left and the other, stab Zelin with their halberds at the same time. They want to block the demon hunter like this, no matter which side Zelin deals with, even if he can at the same time. To deal with attacks from different directions, his speed will slow down as a result, and then he will be surrounded. But they soon realized that they had made a big mistake. Not all demon hunters have to rely on swordsmanship. When they stabbed out, the lavender shimmer of Arden's trap immediately covered them. This was a trap that Zelin was going to use to deal with Jaques, but it turned out to be used on Wild Hunt. Taking advantage of the moment when the wild hunt slowed down, Zelin bent down and dashed forward.

"...Catch me!"

Jaques shouted.

The moment the knight's blood-stained iron gloves touched the demon hunter's leather handguards, a dazzling white light flashed. Eredin seemed to be pushed by something, and stepped back several steps in a row before stabilizing her figure. Other wild hunters were also hit by some invisible impact, and they fell to the ground one after another.

After the white light. In the ruins of the temple, only the figures of Eredin and the wild hunter were left, as well as the remains of the stone pillars that became more and more lonely in the wind and snow.

"My lord, do we want to catch up?" A wild hunt soldier got up and asked Eredin. "The navigator will be there soon."

"No." Eredin looked at the place where the demon hunter and Jaques disappeared, and the soul-sucking blade was lying in the snow melted by the blood. "First solve the hoarfrost trouble here, let the navigator cover the people here to evacuate to a safe place, they will reappear, and then we will be able to grab the soul!"

The first thousand six hundred and thirty-five chapters at the end of the battle

The energy that is constantly gathering in the air is getting thicker and bigger. It wrapped the demon hunter, making him roll and bump, but there was no sound. He seemed to be struggling hard in the waves, trying to grab a reliable rock, even a floating plank, but he didn't catch anything. The energy became thicker and more depressed, and he was gasping for breath. He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids seemed to be glued together. The temperature is getting hotter and hotter, which is unbearable. It is like being swept by violent waves and entangled by fibrous algae between the tumbling sea surface and the seabed of lava eruption. He struggled, trying to make something to protect himself, trying to see where he was.

There was a puff.

The hard ground was in direct contact with the fragile bridge of the nose. Zelin snorted, and rolled up his body subconsciously. The muscles of his body kept protesting to the nerves. His head hurt like a needle, which made him think of the first time. The feeling of crossing the portal, he would never want to experience it a second time.

The dry heat fades like a tide, and the slightly cold air brings a floral scent mixed with **** smells and a little burnt smoke.

The castle of the Knights.

Zelin supported the ground with both hands and slowly supported his body. His vision was a little fuzzy, he raised his head and looked at the quiet garden nearby, and the ghost images gradually came into focus.

"Jaques?" His gaze swept around quickly, and soon, among the overwhelmed flowers, he saw the figure of Jaques, who was facing upwards, lying in the flowers, with blood running down. The cheeks flowed down.

"Devil hunter?"

Jaques sat up slowly and took off the barbs that stuck to his cheeks. "Are we back?"

"Your magic has worked. But it would be better if you can control it better." Zelin coughed heavily. This is the purest primitive power. Zelin hasn't seen such magic for a long time, but just like those who show talent, Jaques doesn't know how to control him.

"What is that?" Jaques asked urgently. "Those ghosts, they can break into the future world and still catch us? Who are they? Why can they reach the future?! They also have the same power as me?"

"You healed your injury, Jaques."

Zelin said calmly.

"This is..." Jaques lowered his head and looked at the pierced breastplate on his chest. There were still blood stains on it, but through the sword marks of the armor, the new skin underneath could be vaguely seen. "I don't know, my magic has saved me several times. Ancient blood, yes, this blood is protecting me."

"Do you know that you have ancient blood in your body?"

"I told you, Demon Hunter, King Geydmar married Laura Doron’s daughter Lei Anlun, and his son Avimat has a pair of illegitimate children living in the folks. His illegitimate son Crispin Can inherit the blood of the elder, but his illegitimate daughter Mu Lier still retains the power from Laura Doren." Jaques said calmly. "No one pays attention to this bloodline, and no one thinks that this bloodline will eventually awaken the inherent magic of the blood of the elders before the arrival of the Hoarfrost Age."

"Are you the descendant of that bastard?"

"I only figured out this a few years ago." Jaques shook his head. "I used to think that I was a born warlock. I could study with another warlock and then enter the magic academy. Until later, I realized that I could travel to the future. But it is not important. I only hope that this power will enable us. Everyone survived. You haven't answered me yet, who is the enemy that appears in the end of the world?"

"That's wild hunting." Zelin stood up and patted the dust on his clothes. "There are still many things you don’t know, Jaques, and you are not the only person with this blood. Now, lead your army out of here, I will go to see Foltest, and I will think as much as possible. Ways to win you an opportunity to beg for forgiveness."

"If he doesn't agree? Foltest will not let go of an opportunity to stand up. He will punish the Knights and destroy all mutants to prove to the vacillating courtiers and powerful barons that he is here. There are absolute rights in the kingdom."

"Then you will directly lead you and your mutant army to the Hidaris Peninsula. I will contact a chamber of commerce and provide you with a few ships."

Jaques stood up a little shaky, his face pale, not knowing whether it was because of excessive blood loss or excessive consumption of magic power. "Go to Overfer or go south to Nilfgard?"

"Neither, we are going to Baihua Valley."

"You must be crazy, Baihua Valley is at the foot of the mountain."

"So I said, Jaques, you still don't know too much."

The Aibin people should be able to get a few ships and let them dock on the shore of the Hidaris Peninsula. They don’t need to enter the city. The mutant army is not large, and a few big ships can let them all leave. . At that time, he can ask for the help of Erethusa Academy. Sinide Island is next to the Hidaris Peninsula, and the warlocks can create a storm to cover the traces of the portal opening. Storms on the sea are very common, only on the route to the Skellig Islands, people can often see the wreckage of ships destroyed by the storm on the cliffs on the shore.

The storm destroyed everything. The kings don’t care if there are one or two survivors. Jaques just needs to tell Foltest that he is willing to show humility and surrender in front of the king, and then leave the Knights of the Flame Rose and lead the mutants. The army completely leaves this continent, so the rest can be handed over to Zelin to operate.

If Wild Hunt invades again, he does need an army of mutants to fight them. But Jaques was right. What this mutant army needs now is teaching and command, so that they can learn how to fight against the wild hunters and the monsters that follow.

Perhaps it was because of seeing the impact of wild hunting with his own eyes that Jaques realized that there are too many things in this world that he didn't know. Regarding Zelin's proposal, he did not refute anything.

"I never imagined that a demon hunter could do these things." Jaques sighed. "Provide an army with supplies and garrison, seek the assistance of warlocks to create storms and transfer personnel, and deal with kings and nobles. How can you do these things?"

"Some luck, some opportunities, I just happened to seize it." Zelin shrugged. "Now, let your troops retreat as soon as possible, there is no need for more bloodshed."

"I will, and, the Demon Hunter, there is one thing, I hope you can help pass it to Geralt." With that, Jaques took out a talisman from behind, inlaid in a golden pendant. The blue magic gold has already become dim and faded due to the ravages of time. The blue dye painted on it has cracked and faded like fragments, revealing the original dark brown of the magic gold below.

Zelin knew this talisman.

Yavin didn't like the color of magic gold, so Dandrien found some dye and dyed him light blue.

"This..." Zelin rarely showed a look of shock. "You are……!"

"Yavin is dead." Jaques said. "He disappeared, on the night of Vizima's chaos, maybe someone will find him in the future, but that must be after the defeat of Wild Hunt."

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Vizima's coup began in chaos, and ended in an incomprehensible ending.

The recorder Jarre looked at the white fish belly gradually rising on the horizon. He coughed heavily, and the reed pen was stained with ink, ready to write down the final outcome of the incident that affected the north.

The blood-sucking demon bird that Princess Atha turned into killed many princes and nobles in the north at the **** banquet. The royal bloodline in the north further declined. Later, the demon hunter Geralt lifted the curse of Atha, but this was already happening. No help, the curse eroded the princess' body like poison, making her vitality long gone.

No one knows why Jaques would voluntarily surrender when he gains an advantage. Foltest banished Jaques and his knights, and warned him and his soldiers as long as they set foot on Tamoria’s Land, the gallows is their end. So Jaques led his soldiers to leave Temorgia and take a boat to Ofeier. Two days later, they encountered a storm. The fishermen along the coast found the wreckage of the boat washed up to the shore by the tide a week later.

That **** banquet plunged the North into quarrels and controversy again. Too many nobles died in the banquet, and the hope of forming an alliance was quickly shattered. After that, Livia and Baihuagu showed alarming silence. They gradually moved away from the political stage in the north until the world-changing war occurred two years later.

It’s worth mentioning that the Saint Rebbiod Hospital was attacked by mobs and monsters that night. No one went to help them, but the nuns and the doctors and patients inside survived. They claimed that the goddess Meritelli sent them to be sacred. The female swordsman helped them by destroying the mobs who tried to rob the church and the monsters drilled out of the ground, including the future director of Osenfurt, Ms. Xia Ni.