The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Before long, a bright orange light shone on the nearby lake, and the temperature suddenly dropped a lot. The lake water within about ten meters of the portal was frozen at a speed visible to the naked eye. But the power of Hoarfrost can only stop here. When the portal is completely opened and Francesca's magic power takes over the passage, the hoarfrost on the face dissipates. The directional navigation opens a new channel to isolate the hoarfrost. At least before the hoarfrost erodes the existing channel, Zelin first assumes that it can withstand the attack of the hoarfrost. At least Francesca was confident about it.

The portal opened suddenly, and then a figure fell from the door in midair.

However, the sight of falling into the water did not happen, and Zelin steadily caught her.

"Oh~ Another portal that appeared in mid-air?"

Francesca patted her chest lightly. She took a deep breath and looked at the other world on the other side of the portal. "Unexpected welcome ceremony? Okay, let me down. Are we on the big lake?"

"Yes, lakes, but not just lakes." The elf stood on the canoe of the demon hunter, looking at the scene in front of him. The environment of this world is almost the same as that of the demon hunter, and may be better in some respects. Some. At least, they don't have to worry about whether there will be underwater water ghosts to break the ship board, or a few Hekna and the demon bird flying in the sky.

"The environment here is almost comparable to the Valley of Hundred Flowers." After seeing the terrible environment of Losric where the undead plague was raging, Francesca looked at the livable world in front of her and couldn't help but gently. Smiled, "If there weren't that ruin, I would think it was a wonderland outside the world. Tell me about your adventures during this time, I can't wait to hear it."

"All?"

"Not a word."

They lay on the canoe, letting the lake gently support the canoe to drift slowly. Under the silent moonlight, there were only two of them. Zelin told Francesca about his experience during this period of time, from the first day he came here to parting with Bilbo by the big lake. During the period, the wizard wizard will ask some questions from time to time, such as the wizard in this world, or the race. After hearing that there were also elves in this world, her interest in Middle-earth increased significantly.

But after hearing about the war with the orcs, Francesca couldn't help but frowned.

"You are too risky, you know, no matter how good a person's swordsmanship is, in an army of thousands of people, you are just an ordinary person who will die if you are killed. You shouldn't be that risky."

"But it's worth the money, Enid."

"No, it's not worth it." The elf turned over and lay sideways on the canoe looking at the demon hunter. You let the newly built Kingdom of Hundred Flower Valley have new opportunities for dialogue with the northern countries. Your friends in the south give us the opportunity to penetrate the empire. You let us cooperate with another world. The knights of Losric, the mage of Skyrim, and Yanan’s Hunter, you also have a group of assassin friends in the place called Rome. We all work together to bring so many forces together, is it just because of mutual interest considerations?"

Holding the canoe lightly in the water, it floated close to the huge rock.

"No, it's not because of benefits, but because of you." Francesca said seriously "You unite everyone together, and it is you who connect us all together. No one can afford to lose you. ."

"We are helping each other, Enid, and what I did was to provide everyone with a chance to lay down their guard and meet each other." Zelin met the eyes of the elf, her eyes, her temples, and she Her earlobes, her neck, and her thin lips.

All of her.

He is very familiar with it, but it surprises and relaxes him every time.

Lake water, bright moon, sound of water. There are only two of them here.

Only the time for the two of them.

Chapter 787: Message from the Dragonborn

When Zelin woke up from the canoe, the sky was already bright.

He slowly got up and rubbed the back of his head. He didn't remember having drunk last night, but the chaotic energy radiating from the demon hunter and the elven warlock was tantamount to the most mellow wine for them. They are all products of chaotic energy, which brings not only physical relaxation, but also spiritual pleasure. Warlocks, witch hunters, cats, and dragons all have a preference for chaotic energy, so cats are often seen in the homes of the sorcerers.

"Has it dawned?"

The elves on the side seemed to feel the movements of the people on the side, opened their eyes slightly, and raised their hands to block the morning sun. She got up slowly and rubbed her eyes.

"We spent another day." Zelin put on his clothes, supported the boat from the stern, and controlled the canoe to the ruined wharf.

"But like you said, it's worth the money." Enid also got dressed, sat on the bow, looking at the ruins of Long Lake Town, which was getting closer and closer. "This is how you direct the locals to fight The battlefield where the orcs invaded? Do you still have command talent? Well~ maybe you have a chance in the future, you can help me train Dole Bretanna's soldiers?"

"Do you already need soldiers to protect territorial integrity?"

"No, now we are poor and white, but when Dole Bretner develops, who knows what the surrounding northern kingdom will think."

"Speaking of it, you seem to think that the imperial army is about to lose in this Civil War?"

"Who knows~" The elf gave a thought-provoking smile. "Perhaps the empire has a head of state who likes peace and stability, rather than a war mad emperor who keeps launching wars. It is for everyone."

"Except for Enhill."

The canoe slowly landed. Before going to bed last night, Francesca used directional navigation technology for positioning. They can come to this world at any time in the future. Zelin told the elves by the way about the dragon corpse now sinking at the bottom of the lake. After hearing that it was a dragon that could really breathe flames and even speak people's words, the elven warlock showed great interest in it as expected. She had prepared a few spells. Zelin gave the enchanted underwater breathing ring he got in Skyrim to the elf. With the help of the spell, it would be much easier to deal with the dragon corpse.

"Oh, I almost forgot one thing last night. After you left the castle, I received a letter from Skyrim." After docking, standing on the damaged pier, there are a few wooden boards that have not been completely destroyed. On the bridge, Francesca took out a letter, "It was sent by Gnaiya. She seems to have encountered some trouble. When we go to Skyrim next time, maybe we can go and see what she has encountered. Her language magic is so strong, I don't know who can stump her."

"That kind of special magic is also used by others in Skyrim. Maybe she has encountered an enemy?"

The letter said that Gnaiya had heard some bad rumors about the dragonborn, she was called the dragonborn, but the rumors seemed to mention another dragonborn who is still alive, and another dragonborn. Now she is specializing in the new way of howling in the Throat of the World, so she hopes that Zelin can go to Skyrim to help investigate the authenticity of the rumors when she has the opportunity. Because someone witnessed another believer who worshipped the dragonborn in Skyrim and asked about Gnaiya's news. And the tone is obviously bad.

Obviously, this should be the news that Lydia of Snowman City helped to find out.

Anyone would feel uncomfortable being stared at by an unknown person inexplicably and wanted to investigate it, and Gnaiya was no exception.

"I will find the opportunity to go to Skyrim to take a look."

Zelin received the letter. "By the way, Enid, can you turn the directional navigation portal into a direction that is level with the ground? We are going to transport things back." Whether Francesca found it or not. Enough carriage, but as for the demon hunter, if he wants to use the carriage sent by the elves to transport the gold back, and the portal is open in the air, he can't let so much gold float up by himself.

What's more, there is Smaug's corpse. The elf intends to use a repelling spell to try to make the dragon's scales fall off. But no matter whether they can succeed or not, they all need a channel for delivery.

"How much gold is there?" The elf raised his eyebrows. "I know you just came here not long before you met two kings, the King of the Valley City and the King of the Mountain. If it is a few boxes, I can use magic to make them. Floating by your side, walk through the portal with us."

They walked along the boardwalk in the ruins of Long Lake Town towards the original town square. Some river roads were completely blocked by fallen houses, and some places were filled with new river water. Enid lifted the skirt and carefully bypassed the stagnant water. There are many debris floating in the water, most of the burnt wood chips and dust.

"Enid, don't you think that if I kill a dragon and cut off the head of the orc king, I can only make a few boxes full of money?"

Ze Lin asked rhetorically.

"I don't know how much the head of the orc king is worth. I heard a friend from the Squirrel Party say that the reward for Francesca Fenbeda in the underground gang is only two thousand crowns." The elf joked. He exhaled, "I was very angry when I first heard about this price. Is this the killer looking down on me?"

"I think I have found something to do." Zelin pushed aside the broken beam in front of him. "I don't like to hear such news. Are you sure it's not a joke, Enid? Someone is staring at you." "

"Don't worry, I'm an archmage."

"You are not a steel and iron bone, Enid, I know you can destroy a city with magic, summon meteors and thunder, but you can't just wave your hand and use a hurricane to tear up an assassin close at hand." Zelin never I haven't heard the news, but obviously, this news has been around for some time. Maybe he needs to think about the underground gang.

"Okay, let's stop talking about these silly topics." Francesca lifted the temples of her forehead, "Where is your gold?"

They passed the last corner.

"Here."

The clouds blocking the sun just float away, allowing the sun to shine directly on the town square filled with gold. The reflected dazzling golden light illuminates the entire square, and Francesca's face is stiff.

After a while, the elf said slowly.

"...Gold-plated?"

"Pure gold."

"What a dream."

"Need my help?"

"No, I think, I can handle it myself."