The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Aurega was kneeling on a wooden board, praying today. Five draenei knights joined, and Francesca helped them become less noticeable through visions. Two human priests and two night elves priestesses gathered in a tent specially built for them. Once casualties occur, they will become the best field doctors, and Tess personally came with two werewolf hunters. Zelin just saw her talking with Francesca.

I hope she didn't have any bad ideas.

However, Zelin always felt that there were so many reinforcements from different worlds in this camp, and it was not good to let Tess know this.

Marion carried her gun and sword and sat by the campfire and chatted with Hisalie. A dwarf engineer in the mission of Azeroth is teaching Yavin how to use the rifle properly.

Johanna prayed to the holy light she believed in, away from the tent of Oregaard. There were disputes and disagreements between the Crusaders and the Paladins on the issue of faith. Fortunately, Johanna avoided turning the dispute into a conflict. After learning that Zelin was encountering difficulties, Johanna, who was meeting with Tyrael in New Tristram, decided to bring her weapons and immediately decided to come to support. Tyrell entrusted Johanna to relay a message to Zelin. If the situation is critical, he will personally bring someone to help. Li Min didn't know where he went. Not long ago, Zelin saw that she was asking Tess about Jaina because she had heard that it was the most famous genius human mage in Azeroth.

"What is Qing laughing at?"

Gwendelin asked suddenly.

"Laugh?" Zelin was stunned for a moment: "Did I smile just now?"

"Unless my eyes are clumsy."

"No, I didn't laugh anything." Zelin shook his head, exhaled slowly, and exhaled the dullness he had before: "I'm just thinking, although there is going to be a war tomorrow, I can sleep well tonight."

The 2885th chapter hoarfrost comes

The morning fog slowly faded, the color turned white, and Skellig's mountains and fjords were unwillingly exposed.

Warriors and shield girls from various families gathered in Port Keljo. The red of the Quite family, the Qing of the Tursek family, the gold of the Haiwen family, and the black of the Dimen family. People of different colors are like hanging different homes. The long boats of the emblem are clearly docked between the different berths and trestle bridges of the pier. Standing on the high platform of the dockyard shipyard, Sfanridge looked forward with a solemn expression. The muscles on the side of his neck were stretched together due to tension. His hands became fists, then loosened, and clenched his fists again, with his nails on the palms. The next shallow mark.

The morning sun was hiding in the thick clouds, and the family banner was hunting and hunting in the cold wind.

A black sail emerged from the mist that had not yet dissipated in the distance.

Under everyone's gaze, the ship flying the Golden Sun flag broke through the fog and sailed straight to the port of Keljo.

Then came the second, third, and fourth.

He heard the sound of cold breath behind him.

"Freya bless us, the Nilfgaards have sent all the ships they can find!"

The line of sails dyed the distant sea level black.

The footsteps of the leather boots went from far to near, followed by the voice of Donna Sinda, the head of the Haiwen family: "We should seek the blessing of the priest. Only the Goddess Freya can bless us through this difficult time."

"The weak southerners pretended to be terrible in black, but the sheep was only transported to another slaughterhouse when they got on the boat. When the priestesses realized that the **** Freya had already cast a miracle to protect Skellig’s warriors, we I will return in triumph!" Sfanridge controlled his breathing, trying not to show any weakness or hesitation in his voice. The hands usually wrapped in woolen gloves held the axe at his waist. The wind was very cold, and he held the handle. Also, he had never felt such a cold axe handle.

"Goddess Freya bless." Dona Sinda, Freya's most devout believer raised his head and looked at the white sky, whispering: "The goddess's temple was restored last month. This is a good thing. Omen, it's a good omen..."

The rest of the prayers slipped away from Sfanridge's ears like the wind. He watched the soldiers under the high platform. He saw the wavering and hesitation instead of the glory and fanaticism.

This is not plunder, but war.

Skellig had never experienced a real war.

This time, he no longer has a heroic father to give advice, nor a controlling mother to make demands. He has already taken this step, and the dice thrown can never return to the dice cup. People will remember Sfanridge's name-the first king of Skellige who defeated the Nilfgaard Empire head-on.

Or the last King Skellig.

"I don't like to give up the idea of ​​Keljo, kid." Crazy Quiet's voice is just like his nickname, and the Sea Boar uses his muffled and proud voice to evaluate the Nilfgaard fleet in the distance: "I once led five hundred of the bravest fighters to support the local rebels on the coastline of Martina and fight against the Nilfgaards. They were not good at attacking cities with arms and legs. They lost the siege tower, Scorpion crossbows and trebuchets, the man in black can only stand in a daze under the castle. Keljo is the strongest fortress in Skellige, so give it to the man in black for nothing? It's too cheap for them!"

Most of the time, the Quite family held a noble position in Skelliger. They hold the strongest fortress, the richest village, and the identity of the eldest son of Hamdor. Now they have sent the most warriors and shield girls.

"Keldrow fortress is on the mountain. Once the Nilfgad people block the fort and cut off the water source, the water and food stored in the castle cannot support the survival of more than two thousand warriors. Keldrow will not be able to reach the Nilfgad people to invade. Instead, it will become our grave. We still have a chance. I will not take the initiative to hand over the control of the battlefield to the Nilfgaards."

Sfanridge didn't look at Kraqi, he still looked at the Nilfgaard. The imperial fleet did not cover up their intentions. There was only one purpose for heading straight to Keldra Port-to take down the Keldra Fort, and Skelliger could no longer block their fortifications.

They will get what they want soon.

Clutch pinched his waist with his hands, his eyes were mixed with warning and glanced at Svan Rigi: "I can lead seven hundred family fighters to stay in the fortress for at least half a year, but on the plain they will soon be killed by 20,000. The men in black are overwhelmed. Once the men in black take down Keljo and control the entire island of Skellige, who can drive them out of the fortress anymore?"

Sfanridge made himself more confident. If he couldn't convince himself, how could he let these unruly clan chiefs obey orders. King Bran convinced them, and in front of these family patriarchs, Sfanrigi was just a junior with little merit, a young man who didn't get too much blood on his hands. Had it not been for the Keljo Fortress and the handling of the Drummond family, he might not even be able to gather all the Skelrige here.

"They won't."

"Why? You are Enhill's father?"

"I am not, but I can also see that Enhill wants to wipe us all out, so that there will never be any Skellige long ships on the sea where the empires can see. Once we evacuate, they will chase us. Come up until you sink us all."

"Remember, if you fail, I will chop off your head before the Nilfgaards destroy Skellig."

"You don't need to bother you to do it." Sfanridge responded to Krach's threats faintly: "In Enhill's plan to rule Nilfgard, there is absolutely no king's position."

Cratch shook off his cloak, turned and walked to the stairs on the left. The clan chiefs left the high platform from different directions and walked towards the warriors and long ships belonging to their clan under the embrace of the guards.

Sfanridge exhaled slowly, his tone turned into white mist, and slowly drifted towards the sky.

He unexpectedly raised his eyes and scanned the sky. The white sky seemed to be covered with a thick layer of grease, breathless with a huge cloud. He stretched out his palm, and a snowflake fell on the palm of his hand.

The wind is getting colder and colder.

Snow flakes soon began to sporadic from the beginning, more and more, and quickly filled the gap left by the mist.

Francesca held the Sunstone in both hands and stood on the top of the Toda Tuluo Forge. From a distance, he could clearly see the coastline of Udvik Island and the slender islands and reefs on the opposite side. On the coastline not far away, warriors from different places, races and even different worlds were ambush everywhere. Although the number of them is not large, each of them is highly skilled and can count as ten.

She had anticipated countless times, what kind of form this war would break out, and how she would command the soldiers at that time to fight against Ain El's fighters under Eritin's command. Whether it was victory or defeat, she had never expected Zelin to achieve this level. Perhaps as long as he wants, he can assemble a powerful army, an army that cannot be underestimated.

The elf lowered his eyes in a complicated mood, looking at the orange stone lying in his palm.

She knew very well that so many people came here not because of her, nor because of fighting against wild hunting, but because of Zelin. If Zelin could be given more time, maybe the number of people who arrived could double. Francesca thinks she has a deep understanding of Zelin's actions in another world. She talked to the women who came back with him. Through mind reading, she always got a lot of valuable information. She always thinks that Zelin has met some friends in another world and attracted one or two women by the way. It is not surprising that he likes being a hero so much.

But now, the facts told her that what Zelin did in another world might not be as ordinary as he said. He doesn't tell stories very much, only Gnaiya likes to listen, but usually only at night, everyone knows what Gnaiya says she wants to hear the story. As for those new guests, Enid usually discounts the part they tell by half as a reality. After all, people in a state of worship and excitement can inevitably exaggerate the facts.

Now, she realized that what those people said might not be an exaggeration.

She shook her head mockingly, and the corners of Francesca's mouth slowly rose. Three years ago, Zelin already had so much in it, but she participated in the assassination of Balsey. When the demon hunter was in a dilemma in his promise, Zelin did not abandon her. So in the future, even if she didn't have the identity of a queen, but was just a female warlock, how could Zelin ignore her?

Instead, she substituted her possible ideas into Zelin.

But Zelin is not her.

"I leave my heart to you." Francesca muttered the spell in a low voice. This is an old love letter, but it has never been sent to the real place: "But I want to take your head."

The sun stone emits a soft gleam, floats slowly, leaves the palm of the elf's hand, and floats into the air. The sun stone was spinning in mid-air, spewing out strange waves of energy, and the air was twisted.

Zelin stood on the mountainside of the female eagle tower, looking at the sea in the distance. Snow keeps falling in the sky.

"They are coming."

"Where?"

Holding a musket in her hand, Tess stood behind the demon hunter. Zelin didn't know why she stayed here instead of in the safe camp behind. But he was not qualified to order Tess, in name she was here to help, an ally, not a subordinate.