The Divine Hunter Chapter 27: It’s not you who’s wrong
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The sun is strong.
The shouts of killing shook the sky in the Manada Valley, and blood flowed like a river.
A thin figure ran around the corpse on the west side of the battlefield.
The gray cloak is covered with golden seals, and the indigo vertical pupils under the sunglasses are as sharp as eagles, tracking the possible magic aura.
Enter the battlefield for several hours.
Jeron Moru circled the entire battle line twice, with sweat soaking through his clothes and steam steaming from his hood. He dodged countless arrows and even spotted the sneaky figures of several Nilfgaardian mages, but he never No trace of Elam was found.
"Did I misunderstand the meaning of that mural?" A trace of disappointment flashed across the withered cheeks under the black mask, "The teacher will not come here."
Whoosh——
A crossbow arrow passed over his temples and was deflected by Quen's shield.
Jeron leaned forward and charged forward.
"No...it's not deep enough." Like God's will in the dark, he thought of the third number on the mural in bliss, "The number of deaths! Does it have special meaning to him? Could it be that he was at the peak of the battle?" The most intense place with the most corpses?"
In the center of the battlefield, infinitely closer to death!
But Geron Moru just took a deep breath, a look of determination appeared on his face, his body turned into a spear tip, and he suddenly cut in along the edge of the Black Armored Army's battle line, charging into the Nilfgaardian cavalry and the The place where the infantry of Cintra collided most violently.
The black-armored knights wanted to break through the shield wall and drove straight in. As soon as they rushed into the square formation, they were trapped by the tower shields and spears of the blue-armored infantry. They were like trapped animals trapped in a swamp. They were swallowed up in an instant. Er Jing.
Every space is crowded with weapons, armor, and war horses, leaving very little room for him to stay.
He could only jump forward on the thick and high pile of corpses.
In a splash of blood.
Jielong is agile and graceful, like a dancer dancing on the tip of a knife.
A tall black-armored horse stood in front of him impartially, with the sun cloak behind him fluttering in the wind. Jielong, who was in mid-air, suddenly pushed with his left hand!
"Bang!"
An invisible magic power caused the surrounding air to surge crazily in his palm, and then rushed towards the knight like a gust of wind!
The black-armored knight seemed to have hit an indestructible air barrier, and instantly he fell on his back!
Jeron jumped over the fallen knight and continued deep into the battle line.
Two seconds later, another group of soldiers with ferocious expressions and **** armors blocked his way!
His thin body was as flexible as a loach. Taking advantage of the moment when both sides focused their attention on the enemy, he suddenly ducked and passed through the sword.
After the second mutation, his movements were extremely fast. The soldier only felt a breeze and gray afterimage passing in front of him, but when he turned around, he saw nothing.
The deafening shouts and wails, the rain of crossbow arrows, the swords reflecting the sun, the spray of blood, and the fallen corpses, none of them could stop his progress or make him pause for half a second.
After five or six new blood wounds were added to his body, he finally approached the center of the battlefield——
The black armored army formed living siege rams, driven by blood and life, and kept hitting Cintra's flesh and blood defense line.
With every attack, dripping blood and minced flesh burst out!
The ground is paved with a thick and sticky path of flesh and blood.
What's even more terrifying is that soldiers from both sides are shoulder to shoulder, with corpses right next to each other, without leaving any gaps.
No matter where the front row falls, the rear will quickly fill the gap. There is no retreat and no way to retreat.
Jielong could no longer find a place to stay, so he simply jumped onto the head of a black-armored soldier and tapped his toes on the opponent's black flying-wing helmet!
Before the soldier could react, he immediately jumped on top of another soldier, stepped on the helmets of a group of soldiers, and arrived at the death center of the entire Manada Valley.
The battlefield is like a terrifying meat grinder. Strong and fierce warriors are put in, but they come out as mutilated and disgusting corpses.
Countless pairs of red eyes turned to the strange jumping figure, and someone screamed at him!
The crossbowmen drew their bows and set their arrows in unison, and he was the center of attention and instantly became the top priority target.
A meteor shower of arrows shot through the air towards him!
The swords, spears, swords and halberds stabbed under him!
His body was like lightning and he evaded 99% of the attacks.
However, the remaining one percent still shattered the golden Quen seal in the first second, and the amulet given to him by Master Kalkstein only withstood it for two seconds.
Unconsciously, his palm that continuously outlined the seals could no longer make any gestures.
He couldn't remember how many arrows he had been hit by. His back first felt severe pain and then he lost consciousness.
The whisper of the devil sounded in his mind, and fatigue came like a tide. He wanted to give up everything, and his eyelids trembled.
An uncontrollable sleepiness enveloped him, and only his feet were moving mechanically.
"Buzz-"
Suddenly, the Griffin Pie pendant around his neck vibrated violently, waking him up.
Jielong's spirit was lifted, and a powerful energy surged out of his body inexplicably!
Indigo pupils swept forward - a tall figure wearing a purple cloak emerged from invisibility, standing quietly among the thousands of troops.
The fishy wind made his cloak flutter.
His cheeks were obscured by the hood and could not be seen clearly, but the hard contours of his face and the amber vertical pupils were so familiar.
This is the answer that Jie Long has been looking for all his life!
Let him be unforgettable forever.
"Bang!"
The cloaked man suddenly pushed out his left hand, and a small earthquake seemed to erupt in the entire battlefield.
A surge of energy that is difficult to describe in words erupted rapidly.
Go through all the barriers between them in an instant.
Within ten meters nearby, the black-armored troops, Sintra soldiers, and war horses were all blown away by the airflow and fell to both sides.
For a moment, the scene became clear.
The cloaked man suddenly turned around and ran away.
Jeron chased after him desperately.
The howling wind made his cheek muscles tremble.
The blood flowing from the wound formed a **** path under his feet.
He gritted his teeth and pinched the vibrating crystal in his arms - that was Roy's contact.
But he let go of his hand slumped.
This is his fate, and he should face it alone.
……
The cloaked man waved his left hand like a shuttle, and the Alder seal kept banging and banging, and the soldiers along the way were knocked away without any resistance!
His right hand sketched at the same time, holding up a dazzling golden oval shield.
Not only did he protect him, he also protected the followers behind him.
Jeron followed him for several miles, crossing the battle lines all the way.
Leaving the Manada Valley, we rushed into a birch forest that had not been affected by the war.
……
Finally, when all traces of war are completely gone.
The cloaked man stopped and turned around.
Jielong stood three meters in front of him.
The rickety body was covered with blood, the trembling fingers were clenched into fists hanging at the waist, and the withered cheeks were filled with anticipation and nervousness.
"Teacher Elan?"
"Jeron...my child, we haven't seen each other for more than 140 years, right?" The magnetic male voice sighed in a deep voice. The man in the cloak opened his hood with both hands, revealing a face that Jielong knew so well that he felt deep in his soul. Chu’s face——
A strong man in his forties, with a heroic face and a unique mohawk hairstyle. The straight crown of his hair swayed in the wind. From the back of his head to the temple of his right face and the side of his face, a lifelike and vibrating line was revealed. Goshawk tattoo with wings ready to fly.
Under his thick and slender eyebrows, the bridge of his nose is straight, and he has a short beard on his upper lip and chin.
The most impressive thing is his eyes, which are as broad as the sea, shining with the light of knowledge and full of emotion.
So agile that he doesn’t look like a puppet.
……
"Sure enough, you, you are still alive, you are here, we guessed it right...haha!" Jielong laughed exaggeratedly and excitedly, his feet suddenly became weak, and he fell forward involuntarily.
The Grand Master of the Griffin School suddenly took a step forward, held his two arms, and supported him strongly. His weathered eyes swept across his **** face, and his expression became complicated.
"We have been looking for you for a long time, as well as Cohen and Kelda..." An uncontrollable sourness surged in Jielong's throat. He was obviously over a hundred years old, but at this time he was like a child full of worries. , can’t wait to reveal the words that have been accumulated in my chest for hundreds of years,
"Where have you been for more than a hundred years?" Jie Long looked up and looked directly into his eyes, a hint of ferocity flashed across his face, "Which **** kidnapped you!?"
After a brief silence.
Elan shook his head and gave an astonishing answer in a calm tone, "I was indeed unable to control myself once, and I warned you through meditation, but for a long time, until today, I am free. .No one can control me or imprison me."
Jaylon's face was full of disbelief, and more doubts came to his mind. No one forced him or controlled him... Then——
"But why do you never return to Caer Siren?"
"Because my goal is no longer in that magical land." Ellan looked over his shoulder and looked at the sky outside the birch forest. The orange sun hid in the clouds and began to tilt toward the west.
His voice is as far away as the sunset.
"The power of the Witcher Academy is limited. In the face of our ideals and creeds, it is just a joke after all."
"A joke?" Jaylon shook his head. Kelseren was filled with the best memories in his life. It was definitely not a joke. "But the school cannot live without you, otherwise it will become a mess... After so many years, Well...there are only two people left in the Griffin sect, and the inheritance is almost cut off."
"Please come back...continue to teach me and Cohen..." He raised his head and begged,
A trace of nostalgia flashed in Ellan's vertical pupils, and soon disappeared and dimmed.
“There’s no going back.”
Jielong's breath froze when he heard this, and a sense of emptiness and heartache of being abandoned surged through his body,
Then he shook his head bitterly,
"Even if you don't want to return to Kelseren, why did you never contact me, or Kelda, Cohen again after that meditation?"
"My career takes up all my time and energy. Besides, I don't want to involve you."
"Your fate is already rough enough, you shouldn't have to endure more."
"What I said back then was from the bottom of my heart, don't look for it..." Ellan said word by word, with a hint of regret in his tone, "You shouldn't have come today."
……
"You always bear the greatest danger alone and have never changed, so you don't want to injure others and don't tell me anything." Jielong said firmly, but his voice became weak and his body shook. "But I'm eager to learn about your career and your new goals."
"My goal has never changed, only the method of achieving it has changed. Think about it, child, the first lesson I taught you."
"The spirit of the Griffins? The noble virtues of knights and the ideal of saving the world...make the world a better place."
Jie Long thought,
"So you went to countless battlefields for this purpose? You were the one who showed up in Hainkawih, left the dog tags, opened the magic bottle, and carved the mural, right?"
"Yes, it's us." Elan admitted decisively, but that was all.
……
"Let me help you!" Jielong pleaded.
Elan remained unconvinced and silent.
A trace of disappointment flashed in Jaylon's eyes, and all his strength began to drain away rapidly, and his brain became dull, "I performed too badly in the past, so I am not qualified to participate in your career?"
He suddenly began to recall the past quietly to himself,
"That's right. Only a dozen years after I left school, I was so naive and stupid that I was deceived by my father and sent to prison..."
"After a long time, I finally saw the light of day again, but I fell into confusion..."
He squeezed Elan's hand tightly with both hands, so tightly, as if he was afraid that if he let go, the other party would suddenly disappear. He pressed his forehead against the back of Elan's hand and muttered penitently,
"I was not firm enough and gave up on the sincere ideal of the Griffin. I wasted my time like a waste and wasted for decades." He whispered in a low voice, blood pouring out of the corner of his mouth.
"I have lived up to your teachings since childhood! I have completely abandoned the spirit and virtues of chivalry."
Ellan just listened quietly, looking at his self-blaming expression, his eyes became softer and softer.
"No." He pinched the shining gryphon pendant around Jaylon's neck, "You just need time to heal, but it's a pity that fate is too cruel to you."
Jie Long choked up twice, and all the surging negative emotions disappeared. He leaned forward gently and hugged Elan, just like the day he first arrived in Caer Siren more than a hundred years ago and was warmly welcomed by his brothers and sisters.
He murmured vague words in a sleepy manner, his tone as weak as a candle that was about to be blown away by the wind.
"I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I still can't figure it out...Why have I done so many good deeds in the past, but bad luck often befalls me?"
"What is the meaning of the griffon spirit?"
"If justice exists in this world, why are the consequences of doing good and doing evil reversed?"
Elan listened quietly, quietly, and another cloaked man as tall as a mountain appeared behind Jeron.
Elan shook his head at him,
"I have done something wrong, so God wants to punish me like this." Jielong said close to his ear, his voice was slightly vague, and his pupils began to dilate.
"Please tell me."
……
"Jeron, you are a well-deserved Demon Hunter of the Griffin Sect."
Elan's gaze penetrated the entire forest, looking towards the Manada Valley in the distance, bloodshot eyes looming in his pupils.
He seemed to see human beings fighting **** battles on the battlefield.
His eyes drifted further.
The unforgettable scene once again appeared before my eyes - the magnificent home under the snow, and the tombstones of more than 60 compatriots.
The ignorant, ugly, and greedy faces of mages, churches, and peasants.
"It's not you who's wrong..."
"It's not you who's wrong..."
Getting the answer~IndoMTL.com~ Tears burst into Jaylon Moru's eyes, and a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The smile froze instantly, and the indigo pupils completely dilated and lost their energy.
He leaned on the teacher's shoulder and stopped breathing.
……
Elan hugged the body riddled with countless crossbow arrows and riddled with holes.
A tear slipped down the vicissitudes of his face.
He put down the body and raised the palms under his cloak.
A half-palm-sized fragment, as red as blood, with irregular shapes lay there. A breeze blew by, and a stream of black smoke from Jielong's body poured into the fragment.
"Jeron, let's realize the ideals of the Griffin Faction together."
He opened a portal with his own hands, and the burly and majestic man stepped into it behind him, and the two figures disappeared into the air.