The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Chapter 2834 Seize the opportunity

"I know that as long as I leave, you will definitely have fun right away, right?"

Longyi stretched out a finger displeased, and nodded Zelin's chest: "Election King Banquet! What else did I miss?"

"No, you didn't actually miss anything, Yamily?"

Zelin yelled behind him.

"Come, sir!" The blood elf's voice immediately appeared in her ears, and she ran over in a panic, holding a wine barrel behind her with magic: "Madam, this is a gift from your husband."

She curtseyed to Gnaiya, and then slowly placed the wine barrel in front of the dragonborn.

"Gift?" Gnaiya pinched her waist with both hands, kicked the barrel, and heard the swaying sound of honey wine inside.

"Yes, a barrel of the best honey wine from Keljo Castle." Zelin explained: "I brought it out from Keljo Castle this morning. I also specially asked Amelie to freeze it with ice cubes. Look, the wooden barrel. The water trails on it are just melted ice cubes, absolutely cold and delicious."

"Yeah, yes, I can testify that the husband has been thinking about how to bring the most suitable gift to his wife." Yamily nodded repeatedly from the side.

"Come on, you only know to speak for him." Gnaiya nodded Yamily's forehead, but the joy on her face showed that she was very happy. She snorted, "Well, look at this barrel of honey. For sake of it, I will forgive you for the time being."

"Is your flirting and cursing over?" Francesca walked over without expression and walked between Zelin and Gnaiya: "If it is over, the topic will return to business. Zelin, according to What we found in the illusion is that Avalak’s curse is distorted by blood. His body may now be covered with pustules and blisters. The palm of his cursed hand has become very small, which is some kind of abscess that is disproportionate to his body. , So I suspect that his appearance may be completely different from what we imagined, very different from the previous appearance."

"Abscess?" Zelin frowned.

"This means that his teleportation may be wrong, or the teleportation technique may fail due to nerve pressure, that is to say..." Francesca took a deep breath: "One of the worst bad news. After leaving Skellig Island, he may appear anywhere."

"...But I think there are two most likely places." Zelin stretched out two fingers: "Geralt once told me that in Tousant, he once saw him in an ancient elves cemetery. It was the first time they met in Avalak. At that time Geralt went to the south to find Shiri. Another place was Weilun. Avalak once had a laboratory in Weilun, and Shili talked about it. That laboratory is just south of Willen. I think if a person encounters trouble in a dangerous and unfamiliar world, he must go to a place familiar to him. If you have a spy in the south, you can send someone to the elves in the north of Tousent. Check the cemetery, I can go to Willen and see how Vera’s training is going by the way."

"Let’s go together." Gnaiya said: "I remember that Wild Hunt once attacked Avalak’s laboratory. This is what you said. If Avalak does appear there, Wild Hunt may follow. , You will need a sword to cover your back. Jamily, help me return the wine barrel to the castle and put it in the cellar. I’ll go back and try it again.”

"No problem, Yamily, go back with your Enid first." Zelin nodded, then looked at the blood elf: "Say hello to others for me, and take this back."

With that, Zelin took out a package.

"What is this, sir?" Yamily took the package curiously.

"Bearskin."

"Bearskin?"

"Yes, Joseph went to me and told me that she wanted to make a carpet at the entrance of the hall. In rainy and snowy days, the guests who came in could rub their boots on the carpet." Zelin patted the package. "This is Skelliger's best bear skin I bought in Port Keljo. Go back and tell Joseph that she will find a better furter. There is no need to do it yourself."

"No problem, sir, I will remember."

Watching Zelin and Gneya ride on the Griffon and fly to the eastern sky, Francesca beckoned to Yamili and motioned her to follow.

According to the plan, Francesca will search the elven cemetery in the south, not only the elven cemetery in the north of Tousent, but also the relics of the elves in the south, including the Swift Tower, and Zelin will go to Willen to explore the laboratory , If nothing is found, return to the castle and meet Francesca, discussing the next move.

"...I heard that in your world, that is, Azeroth, there was once a master who was good at magic hoping to accept you as an apprentice?"

Following the path on the strait towards the Eagle Tower, Francesca asked Jamily casually as if chatting.

"Uh...in the name of Nikko, I don't dare to ask for such an idea." Yamily was stunned for a moment. She rubbed the corners of her eyes that were suddenly stinging, and then smiled flatteringly: "At that time I'm just a mage who has just graduated, and I haven't proven my strength in researching careers or adventurous battles. How could there be a magic master willing to accept me as an apprentice."

"Don't lie to me, you had a lot of opportunities in Azeroth at the time. Every opportunity could give you a chance to become an archmage. It is a Mage of Xardorei who wants to accept you as an apprentice, right?" Francesca is still moving forward: "Isn't it your long-time wish to become an archmage? Why did you give up suddenly? Being a maid by Zelin's side, you can't become an archmage."

Suddenly, Francesca stopped and turned around, and Jamily, who didn't react, almost ran into her.

"Why? I don't think that a man with other women around will be so attractive to you."

Facing Francesca's scrutiny gaze, Jamily lowered her eyes a little shamely and smiled apologetically.

"What you are talking about is how a girl with nothing will be framed, sentenced, and before death is rescued by a man from hell. What will happen to me? Apart from being attracted to him, I have other options. Really sorry, madam, I understand that this is very bad for you, so I am willing to be a servant in your family to serve you and your husband. As for the opportunity.... Under the sponsorship of your husband, I There is always an opportunity to become an archmage, but once I miss it with my husband, I may never meet the same person as him again. So, I seized a more precious opportunity, didn't I, madam?"

Chapter 2835: Gwendelin's Melancholy

Night fell.

Vera hadn't seen such a beautiful moon for a long time.

Sitting outside the bell tower of the Whispering Bog Church, Vera's legs were hanging in the air, leaning against the wall, looking at the flawless moon in the sky. In the land of pain, due to the pollution of **** power, the moon in the sky is always blood red, while in the Howling Wasteland north of Kartim, all you can see at night is the sky filled with yellow sand.

After coming to another world, she realized how bad the devil's corruption made her world.

I hope that everything they do in Kartim and Bastin fortress will make her hometown better and better.

"...In the middle of the night, do you feel homesick here?"

The moment the sound appeared, the demon hunter's arms were tight, and his fingers already felt the familiar touch of the hilt of the flying knife. She took a deep breath, suppressing such subconscious movements. For so long, she still couldn't adapt to the life here. Anyone who deliberately approached you could be a devil's minion, and her outstretched hand might have a poisonous needle hidden in her sleeve. The witcher is hunting the demon, but the demon is also hunting the soul of the witcher. The soul of a demon hunter is the favorite food of the devil.

"No..."

Vera released her hand and forced her back to the voice.

The faction leader in the Mage’s Sanctuary said that when the Hell Lord is defeated, the death of the Hell Lord will curse everyone who kills it, and it will eventually degenerate. Is this suspicious? Is this normal vigilance, or the influence of the devil curse?

No, I will never fall!

"Why stay silent?"

This strange sound came to my ears again.

"Nothing, I'm admiring the moon." Vera said dryly, her head hanging down, her bangs that hadn't been trimmed for a long time almost covered her eyes. She is still a little unacceptable. The upper body of a human has a lower body like a snake. Only demons can grow so weird. There are no shortage of monsters in **** that imitate humans.

And his way of speaking is very strange.

"Why are you worried?"

"No, I didn't." Vera rolled his head and said, "Is there a problem?"

"As a friend, then... you must know where Qing has gone in these years?"

Gwendelin's question made Vera stunned for a moment, she had never expected that she would encounter this problem.

"Where did he go? He, I only know that he is in my world and helps us fight the **** demons." Vera shrugged: "Helped us crack a conspiracy. If it weren't for him, we would probably lose a lot. Everything we did was almost taken advantage of and almost resurrected a terrifying demon. If he was not there, we would really be fooled. Perhaps, the lost companions and friends are not just one or two."

"Uncovering the conspiracy... just as Qing is good at." The corners of her mouth under the sun's headdress slightly cocked, and Gwendelin's figure disappeared into the white light, and a new white light appeared beside Vera: "You can tell me something."

"Why don't you ask him in person?" Vera turned her head and looked at Gwendelin. During the few days of training as an apprentice here, she seldom communicated with the true master of Muttering Marsh. In fact, most of the time Gwendelin would not show up in front of the believers. Only his two sisters and others showed up. Priest acting for orders.

"Qing is busy all day long and visits are rare." Ge Wendelin said: "In the old days, I wanted to rebuild the flame age with Qing as the leader of believers. Unfortunately, Qing was not a citizen of the flames, nor was he a believer in the youth religion. Fortunately, I still have this place. I can maintain my faith, and I am worthy of my father's trust...Today, the day is rising and the moon is eternal, and the Qing is the first merit."

From Gwendelin's mouth, Vera roughly understood what had happened in Irushiel that year. Gwendelin was in very bad physical condition at the time, so he handed the matter over to a powerful and powerful pope. As a result, the pope colluded with the resurrected enemy and planned a coup. If Zelin hadn't happened to be there, the coup would have been successful.

Compared with Rhodesan when the flames are extinguishing, life in the sanctuary seems to be a paradise.