The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Mare banner.

The sun and the bimonthly handover rose for four consecutive days and nights. When Gnaiya took her tired mount and dragged her numb legs into Snowman City, following the straight road, she saw the market at the end of the road and The largest building on the edge of the market. Many people gathered around the market, but instead of going to the hotel for a drink or buying some daily necessities in the Belletor's grocery store, they were gathered around the hotel and were busy with something.

Everything is still there, but the mare banner is gone.

Workers are busy repairing around the market, and building materials are piled up around the closed hotel. Many people are talking about what Isodar, who took over the banner of the mare, intends to turn the hotel into, and how much Septim gold she earns from the trade with the tiger caravan. After all, half a year ago, she had only dreams, and now she still has dreams, but with a pile of gold coins and an inn.

"The Mare Banner? The Mare Banner has been closed for more than half a month. Since Isodar started to refurbish the hotel, it has been closed. It's really unlucky, now I don't know where to go for a drink at night."

Gnaiya loosened the rein, walked a few steps forward, staring at the scene in front of her in a daze, the talisman she held in her hand fell to the ground.

There are no hotels, no people she is looking for, nothing.

She was late for this appointment. Time seemed to stand still, she looked at everything in front of her, covering her chest. Pain, cold feeling, she seemed to have lost something very important, something very important. Her body trembled slightly, but she was a dragonborn, she would not shed tears, she was a strong Nord, she had lost her parents and family a long time ago, but she continued to live alone.

A bit of loneliness, she has already adapted to it, the big deal is to omit the hammer drop adjacent to Skyrim Province, just like the dead horse thief, forget all this, and then start life again as an ordinary Nord adventurer.

Forget all this, when the bard told the story of the dragonborn, he applauded and applauded with the surrounding audience.

Forget all this, forget him.

Can you really forget it?

"Why cry, Gnaiya."

The dragonborn girl turned around and raised her forehead with her hand on her chest to block the oncoming dazzling sunset. A figure stood on the other side of the street, just like the first time she accidentally saw it in Helgen’s prison wagon. He was always the same, carrying an eye-catching cloth bag and two swords on his back.

"Have you encountered any problems, Gnaiya?"

"No, don't be kidding me, I'm the Dragonborn, how could something make me cry? I'm just wondering if you're already waiting." Gnaiya wiped her eyes indiscriminately with both hands, but it made those tears scars. The ash that was drawn out painted her white face more clearly. She took a deep breath and grinned. "Hey, what are you stupid doing while standing? Where are we going next? Let's find something to do, otherwise I won't have money to buy bread and vegetables tonight. ."

Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty Five

Wars, wars, come with dragon wings. Everything will be interpreted, no matter the coward or the king. Through the cold and sorrow, it is now, we move forward together, until we meet again under the sky of Songgarde, we will cheer, and the dragonborn will return!

The legend will eventually return to the legend. Skyrim will extol the great achievements of Dragonborn, a hero with both glory and strength, and a great and brave warrior. The warriors shouted the Dragonborn, the bards sang new songs in the inn, and the gray beard roared at the Throat of the World, announcing the demise of Alduin and the end of the dragon's calamity. People began to celebrate. They no longer need to walk out of their homes and look up to the sky, worrying about whether a beast will fall from the sky. In front of the dragon, even the walls of Solitary City were not safe.

But the Demon Hunter could not hear the cheers of Skyrim people. After half a year, he finally returned to the long-lost castle.

In the past, he moved forward alone, but this time, he was no longer alone.

In June, Mahakam's air could not help being mixed with a little bit of summer heat.

For Zelin, he had spent many years outside without a permanent home. This was the first time that he had a place that he wanted to return to after spending a long time outside, a place that belonged to him. Only he and his friends will come to this castle, no people with arrogance and prejudice will come here, just the monster bird and monster circling on the foothills is enough to make most people retreat.

In Mahakam, the most inhabitants are dwarves rather than humans, and there are more goblins than humans. They live in Forge. The dwarves bury their heads under their beards into the bottomless mines. The goblins are busy studying their so-called modern forging technology. There is a steady stream of high-quality steel and ore, and exquisite armor and weapons. Transported from the mountains to other places. Even in a floating port connected to the outside world, there is not much difference in the number of humans and non-human races.

An isolated castle, but it is indeed suitable for a demon hunter, at least very suitable for Zelin. He likes this way of being able to rest in the castle after work, take care of his weapons and armor, and welcome friends who come to visit—though not too many. Then, before you hate the easy life or find that the stored coins and food are not enough, go outside and find some work that suits you.

For the first time he would be so nostalgic for a place.

"I... I still can't believe it, another world. Could it be that I actually got drunk and didn't wake up in Songgadri?"

Since recovering from the sequelae of directional navigation, Gnaiya seems to be surprised by her experience all the time. "Look at this castle, I think Falkreath’s long house is probably not as much as this castle as a place where the lord will live. ."

Although Zelin had never been to Falkreath, he knew that the small town was not like one of the nine territories of Skyrim than Fortress. The entire territory is only about the size of two Ximu Towns. The main income of the territory comes from the funeral industry. There is no mineral deposits, no factories, and the only benefit is one - there are too many unoccupied land. The young lord there once wrote a letter to Ganya, hoping that she would become a baron of Falkreath. Unlike Xueman's approach of selling houses, he is willing to give a large piece of land to the Dragonborn directly and allow her to build her own manor on it.

Gnaiya thanked him very much for his kindness, and then refused.

"But I am not a lord, and this is not a noble territory. Well, although it is not the first time, I still have to say...Welcome to my castle and the future Demon Hunter Academy. And...my home ."

"What about me?" Gnaiya's mouth made a sly arc.

"Maybe this castle is not very good, but I hope it can be your home."

Gneia raised her toes, wrapped one hand around Zelin's neck, and lightly tapped on his side face, "Whether it is good or bad, it is already."

She looked up at the castle, which looked exceptionally fresh after the rain. The ground in the courtyard was a bit muddy, and there were some grasses that did not know when they were grown again. The water drops washed them out of green, and the remaining rain water runs down the stables. The low end of the thatch at the top dripped down, and several horses were eating grass fodder with their heads down. Because it was summer, only some torches were left in the castle to provide light. The fireplace was cleaned up, and dried meat dried in the wind was hung on a few wooden poles outside. There are also a few wooden barrels with marinated salted fish, which are all foods that are not easy to spoil in summer. "I'm almost in a dream."

"Then think of it as a dream that will go on forever."

"Ha~ It seems I really can't wake up."

Zelin more than once thought about how to explain all this to Gnaiya. This is really not an easy task, especially when he comes to a completely strange world and cannot go back at any time. After all, Francesca is not the owner of the elders. For the blood elves, it takes a lot of energy to carry out directional navigation. If you want to succeed, it is best to take advantage of the chaotic energy tides that appear in winter and summer. Before the Sorceress succeeded, Zelin never thought that he could come back again in a short time.

This is closely related to the sky. When different planets are located at specific locations, the chaotic energy will show completely different characteristics. Warlocks can use these characteristics to do many things that are usually difficult to do. Francesca said about it, although to Zelin, this thing is like those of Orsonfurt’s astronomers, they mumble about planets and suns all day long, what they say is obscure enough, but In fact, they have not been able to study the planetary observation methods developed by thorough elven astronomers.

However, one thing is certain. The famous Thorne research scholar proved that this world is not the center of the universe, but one of a thousand planets rotating in the endless darkness. Maybe Gnaiya's world is somewhere in the sky, but Zelin really couldn't imagine that they could go back at several points in the year before the directional navigation was successful.

Gnaiya's attitude seemed much more relaxed.

"Through the portal to another world? It doesn’t sound bad, you know how to go, I’ll follow you, let’s go. Well, I’ll take this horse to exchange for some coins, buy some food and water, And the sleeping bag I used to sleep on the road."

Now, she is chatting very happily with the female student Ess who came to the castle to collect materials. She is learning about the world. Unlike Zelin, Gnaiya can understand the world from the perspective of an ordinary person, and no one will be afraid of her. Or disgust. In fact, Zelin estimates that a beautiful face can gain the friendliness of many people, just as many people imagine that as an ordinary person, they will have an unusual relationship with a siren or a female mermaid. The demon hunter can be sure. All this is because the appearance of these monsters is so beautiful and enchanting that many people forget that their arms can easily dig through the chest of an adult.

Maybe as long as it can transform a beautiful human appearance, even ships, weapons, or horses may even arouse some people's interest.

Gnaiya intends to stay here. This different world is not as difficult as she imagined. For a human, the environment here is probably not as much like another world as Morrowind and Black Swamp. There won’t be plants and huge insects that look terrible. The mounts here are at least horses, instead of sitting on huge tamed flea insects like Morrowind. The plants are also normal trees. Rather than towering mushrooms, they will emit disgusting gray spores as they shake.

"This castle still lacks a lot of things. There is no mage tower, enchanting workbench, and alchemy laboratory. You should tell me earlier that you have such a big castle. I will make some preparations in advance, at least to make the workbench. Bring the materials together."

It’s not just Gnaiya who came here, Virginia also wanted to come to the castle to take a look, but she couldn’t be like the dragonborn, the dragonborn had solved Alduin and had completed her duties, but Virginia It is the chief mage of Winterhold. The academy still needs her. Especially at this delicate moment, the dragon's bane has been eliminated, the peace agreement has become a piece of waste paper, and the Imperial Legion and the storm cloak are about to move. This is exactly what the academy needs a helm. , When crossing the dangerous waters with undercurrents. So before the harvest festival on August 1st, she will navigate back through the directional navigation while the solar moon that lasts for forty-one days is not over.

"This land is suitable for planting some alchemy materials. I suggest you better not plant seeds in the castle courtyard." In a clearing on the right side of the castle, the chief mage stood up and patted off the dirt in his hands. "Open up a place here. The plantation should be good."

I don't know what Virginia and Francesca talked about that day, but they should have a good talk. But then the female warlock told him that she really couldn't control what kind of person Zelin's friend was, but the demon hunter had to be prepared to be thrown out by her with the bed.

Very strange words.

"Thank you, Virginia, I will find a way."

The chief mage looked around, she suddenly walked up to Zelin and hung a talisman on the neck of the demon hunter. Looking at Zelin who wanted to say something, she made a silent gesture, "I will go back tomorrow, I know, I won't be able to see you again in half a year... This is Talos' amulet, when I pass through the windhelm. What you got from the priest of Talos, your... Elf friend tells me what your life looks like, I hope the amulet of the God of War can bless you with a safe journey. Also, if you don’t remember me the next time you meet , I will knock your head fiercely with the staff until you remember, even if it's Miss Gnaya by the side!"

Chapter 336 Communication between Hunters

"Hi, you are here!"

Hearing the sound, Zelin turned his head, and saw Gneya's figure appearing at the gate of the castle, looked around, and finally stopped his gaze on the demon hunter.

"Oh~Zelin, great. Oh, just right, Virginia, you are here too." Gnaiya walked over quickly, holding a book of monsters in her hand. The dragon descendant smiled at the chief mage, who gave the dragon descend the same smile. When Genia met Virginia for the first time, she didn't know that the latter knew the demon hunter, and they became friends at that time. As for the discovery that the other party also knew the demon hunter, that was something later.

Long Yi walked over briskly. In fact, this girl not only has no worries about another world, but is full of curiosity about this novel world. She said that it was like when she and Zelin escaped from Helgen and saw the magnificent mountains and streams in the sky for the first time, as well as dense coniferous forests and clear streams. A new world was presented to her. . Now, Gnaiya is eagerly looking forward to a new life.

"Two visitors came to your castle. Their eyes are the same as you. He seems to know you and said to come to you. I thought you were on the third floor of the castle, but I never found you."

"The same eyes as mine?" A demon hunter? "What's his name, Geralt or Eskell?" The demon hunter who will come here, knows Zelin's demon hunter here, except for a few hunters from the wolf school, he can't think of Others. Father Vesemir has no reason to come, Lambert will definitely not come, and Rennes probably won't come on the initiative until his deck is matched. The rest, only Escal and Geralt.

"Neither." Gneia shook her head. "A white-haired guy, Miss Ess knows him. She said his name is gay...er..."