"I understand." Gnaiya kissed Zelin's profile lightly: "Everyone has their own responsibilities. I have just fulfilled my own responsibilities. Therefore, I will help you and other people now The responsibility is completed. At that time, there will be no one else who can stop us from living the life we ​​want. Enid, and you. Maybe Altea still has a responsibility to complete?"

"Perhaps, she is still a messenger after all."

Under the sunset, the ship sailed out of Keljo Harbor, towards the direction of Little Skellig Island, and disappeared below sea level.

Chapter 2819: Skellig's Lonely World

Little Skellig Island is the territory of the Tursek family. Yuriala Port is the capital of Little Skellig Island, and at the same time, it is also the only islander settlement on Little Skellig Island. Compared with the Great Skellig Island, this island is indeed a small name. Together with Faroe Island, it may be one of the two smallest islands in Skellig. It is hard to imagine that the previous generation of King Skellig The leader of such a small territory and only one village.

If each island is really divided into different provinces, then the places where the lords live in these islands are exactly the locations that can be called capitals. Although these capitals are too shabby, it can only be said that they are more thatched. A large fishing village with houses and long houses. But compared to Port Keljo, the Port of Rial is home to Skelrige’s best shipbuilders. They will always spend a longer time polishing the details of a ship, which means that buyers need to spend more than usual. It took twice as long to wait for a ship to launch.

"Is it here?"

Gneia, wearing a Nordic plate armor on her chest, is holding a helmet in her left arm, holding a two-handed sword in her right hand, with the back of the sword on her shoulders, walking along the trestle to the village, looking around from time to time: "It's completely different from what I expected. ..... Where is the lord's castle here?"

"It's there." Zelin raised his hand and pointed to the long house facing the pier: "The long house of King Bran should belong to his son now. The port is called to set off. Let's go and find a man named Gunnar."

"I'm a little disappointed." Gnaiya put the nose helmet on her head and pressed her golden curly hair: "I thought Kelzhor Castle was Skelliger's Snowman City, but it turned out to be Solitary City. It's all Falkreath and Morsa."

"You don't like these two places very much?"

"One place is dedicated to making coffins, and another place is where a group of vampires lie. Nowhere is more suitable than these two villages." Gnaiya shook her head, then stuck her tongue out to Zelin: "Guess, we What will I encounter here? I already have a hunch, it's time for a group of monsters to jump out and open their teeth and claws at us, and then leave all the robbed treasures behind."

"What are you waiting for here?!" A Tursek family guard stared at the two outsiders cautiously: "Leave quickly, you are blocking the way of the boatman!"

Behind the guards, a worker pushes a cart with timber piled up to make a long ship.

"Ah, sorry." Gnaiya stepped aside awkwardly: "I didn't pay attention."

"Let's go, Gnaiya, let's go to the hotel, and by the way, where is this man named Gunnar, maybe I can find King Bran's son, I remember his name is Sfanrigi?" Zelin unfolded A book in his hand, in the dim twilight, after frowning and scanning the indistinct writing on it: "Here, I have seen the wild boar wooden sign hanging at the entrance of the hotel. I invite you to try it tonight. Specialty, grilled sturgeon with mint, golden sea salt and grated radish."

"Mint Gold...what?"

"Grilled sturgeon with mint golden sea salt and grated radish." Zelin and Gnaiya walked out of the trestle. He stretched out his index finger and pointed to the map in his hand. The sea breeze was blowing, and several seagulls flew overhead: "Look, this is how it is. Written."

Gnaiya showed a confused look: "Is this really edible? What is this in your hand?"

""Guide to the Lonely World of the Skellige Islands"" Zelin closed the book: "I asked for it from Gerd, even if it is a travel guide book, although I have never understood why anyone would come to Skellige to travel. ."

"It's true, you know. Some time ago, I went to Kerviel with Joseph. The local Freya believers opened a travel agency. The route is from Powys to Indalsfail. Now I understand why they I haven't been able to find a guest anymore." Gnaiya laughed, attracting the attention of several family guards on the side. But Gnaiya didn't care. She took Zelin's hand and trot to the tavern: "Come on, Zelin, I already smell the aroma of roasted wild boar!"

So far, everything is going very well. After tasting the local specialties highly recommended by the "Lonely World Guide", Zelin was convinced that the Skelligites would not be able to attract tourists even in peacetime.

"You are, Gunnar? Ahem!" Zelin coughed heavily, and looked at the thick-skinned man in front of him: "I have a letter here from Birna Tursec, she wants me Give this letter to you. By the way, where is her son Sfanridge?"

Skellig’s favorite food is to sprinkle a lot of salt on the grilled fish, which must be able to see the salt with the naked eye. Every time Gnaiya eats a mouthful of grilled fish, she has to drink a sip of beer. Now she is leaning against Zelin with a blushing face. With the help of the firelight, she wants to look at the demon hunter, hiccups from time to time.

Gunnar is like a standard Skelly, wearing heavy clothes under the leather waistcoat, and the cotton-padded jacket propped up his waistcoat, making him look like a bear sitting on a bench.

"Birna? Ah, I know." Gunner took the letter, opened it and looked at it carefully, then looked up: "She needs a new batch of goods again, eh? I will never understand Kui. The tastes of the Te family and the Drummond family. They both live on the island of Skellige. They are more like mainlanders than real islanders. I heard that the daughter of the Quat family is going to run for the king? Just kidding, when will the islanders bow their heads to a woman. Will you stay here for a day? I will have the maduo mushrooms packed and transported to the ship."

"Packed?"

Zellin might have drunk too much wine with Gnaiya and didn't react for a while. He rubbed his forehead, and tonight, they tasted every type of wine in the hotel. The taste of Rydania beer mixed with Mahakam spirits is really not good.

"Aren't you here to ship the goods? It's written on this letter." Gunnar handed the letter paper to Zelin's eyes and shook it: "It's very clear. Mrs. Birna wants a batch of espresso and Maduo. Mushroom, it seems that the banquet in the Keljo Fortress is not over yet. You may not know that since the death of King Bran, the Keljo banquet and carnival have not stopped. Any Skeljer, from the lord to the Fishermen, or druids and shield ladies, can come to Keljo to enjoy the hospitality of the Quite family."

Zelin thought it would be a task, but he didn't expect it to be that simple.

"Really?" Gnaiya raised her face and smiled at Zelin: "We went too hurriedly, and it's not that the king will die every day... I mean, I'm very honored. Can witness the fine tradition of hospitality of the Skelligite people."

"Yes, we have always been hospitable, madam, as long as outsiders can prove that they can earn respectable glory by their own strength." Gunner smiled and raised his glass: "Please allow me to come to Skelly Salute the soldiers of Jie Traveling, I hope you can find the glory worthy of singing here!"

"Of course it's okay, do... hiccup! Cheers!"

Gneia raised the wine glass, Zelin also picked up the croissant cup on the side.

"Yes, we must stay here for one day, Gunnar." Zelin watched Gnaiya raise her head and drank the drink: "At least one day. But where is Sfanrigi? His mother Jean He immediately returned to the Great Skellig, and went to Keljo Castle, and the boat that picked him up was docked at the pier."

"Svan Rigi is in the arena. Leaving the town and heading north, you can see an arena on the side of the road. It is the place where the Tursek family fighters gain glory. The strongest fighters are eligible to challenge. The supreme champion of Spike’s Island Arena! But sooner or later, the Tursek family’s arena will become the best battle meeting in the entire Skellige, not the cowards of the Brovac family!"

Gunner pointed out a direction for Zelin. The Little Skellig Islands is a good place for warriors to gain glory. In addition to the arena, the Heroes’ Road is also a good trial ground. The Skellijes who can survive the Hero’s Road, the local bards will Pass his name and feat to every islander on every small island, and many people on that road have not been able to come back.

Helping Gnaiya back to the room outside the tavern, the face of the dragonborn was blushing all the time. The room is behind the hotel. To be more precise, Zelin thinks this is a small space built up with a few wooden boards, but Skelliger usually does not have a hotel at all. Except for the largest port of Keljo, other ports only serve the locals. Tavern used by people.

Lie down on the bed, covered with straw under the sheets.

"Ah... I feel that my alcohol consumption seems to be getting worse, if I do." Gnaiya sat on the bed, leaning back against the wooden wall, scratching her cheek: "I don't think you were doing much at the banquet. Drink, do you want to go out at night?"

"Yes, go and inform the king's son. I hope that when I leave tomorrow, I can see him on the dock instead of finding him again." Zelin patted Gnaiya on the shoulder: "You You should drink more water. To be honest, I know your physical fitness is very good, but... you can’t be like Saqiya, your body is essentially Nord, and she is a giant Long. Enid told me that you sometimes go to Fujian and Saqiya to drink late at night."

"It's okay." Gneia pushed away Zelin's hand and laughed twice: "Talos is on, it's better than in the castle, you can't find someone who wants to drink with you. Only Hawke is willing. , But she never drinks too much, at most one cup, I like to go to the banquet with you. Okay, I’m here to wait for you, so you don’t have to remember to come back earlier and get things done. If you need help, just come back and call Me."

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ps: I made a mistake yesterday. It was from Port Riala, not Hoover. Always thinking about the arena, I wrote it directly as Hoover. But I took a look at the game today, and there are indeed two people named Gunnar, one in the Hoover Arena and the other under the Tooth of Ingvar north of Yuriara.

Chapter 2820 Heroes' Road

The Bear’s Ring Arena, the name is very majestic, but in fact it is just an arena formed by people dug a circular deep hole on a raised ground, and then use wooden stakes to reinforce the edge. There is a wooden door on the **** leading down, and spectators can stand on the edge of the arena and watch the game down. The scale here may not be as large as one-tenth of the Novigrad Theater. Maybe some stones are used to enclose a circle of open space. , Can also become an arena.

"Mother wants me to go back?" Sfanridge lowered his head and sighed in a low voice: "Well, tomorrow morning, I will leave by boat with you."

This young man was wearing a bear leather jacket with a dark blue linen shirt under the jacket. The shirt was decorated with wavy patterns drawn by gold lines on the neckline and forearms. Unlike other Skelligs, Sfanrigi has a standard mid-range haircut, and his hair is neatly organized without a trace of dust. Fang Zheng's gentle cheeks are neatly trimmed with thick goatees. Although he is as strong as the Skelrige, his temperament is more inherited from his mother-gentle and calm. At least, no one can associate his appearance with pirates.

"You look unhappy?"

"You are a demon hunter of the Griffin School, not the Bear School. You don't understand the tradition of Skelliger." Svan Rigi made a please gesture to Zelin and walked to the edge of the arena: "Only to prove yourself Only those with abilities can sit on the throne. I believe this. Over the years, I have been thinking about the future of the Tursek family and Skellige... have you seen the top of the mountain in the distance? ?"

"Oh?"

Zelin frowned. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the mountains north of the arena. With the help of moonlight, the ruins of an abandoned castle cast a weird shadow on the steep rock: "That's a castle."

"Ancient Glory, Demon Hunter. It’s called the Fang of Ingvar. According to legend, Hamdor’s second son Tyr left the Great Skellig Islands and came to this island. In order to get his father’s recognition, he obtained To rule the island, you must first defeat a giant bear over three meters tall. This cannibal monster has killed countless hunters and warriors. Its name is Ingvar. So Tyr walked into Skellig In the deepest cave, and using the flames of the earth's core as a furnace, a magic weapon was cast. Its blade was sharp enough to cut a piece of hair in the middle, strong enough to cut down a century-old tree with a single blow. Trees, and the blade will not be dull at all. His mother Hailin used the morning light to cast a protection rune on him to protect him from the giant bear."

Svan Rigi tells ancient stories, but there is no surging passion in his voice, only a certain fatigue after the battle: "Finally, Tyre defeated Ingvar successfully and built a castle on the giant bear’s lair. It’s the tooth of Ingvar. But what do you see, the Demon Hunter? Is it ancient glory? Is it the wreckage of history? Or is it incompetent descendants? Our ancestors are heroes, but what about us? When they live When the castle was broken, none of us could even repair it. As a result, even climbing up to that castle has become a kind of glory, and it is also called the Hero’s Road."

"No one can keep history, Svan Rigi." Zelin put his hands on the guardrail of the arena, and the two young people in the arena were engaged in a simple battle: "The past will pass, and the past belongs to the dead. Yes, and the future is for us. Don’t be sad for the past, but hope for the future."

"A promising future is good, but how much hope do we have now? Demon hunters, the mainland countries are getting stronger and stronger. I once went to Vizima, the old city of Vizima and Skelly. The town is no different. It's a village surrounded by wooden fences. The largest building is a church. But what about New Vizima? The wall is so high that even the best Skelly fighters can't climb the wall with bare hands. I went there. A trip to Brenner and Maribo, the height of the Nilfgaard’s siege tower can even allow soldiers to directly attack the castle above from Port Keljo. The mainland countries are getting stronger and stronger, but what is left of Skelrige? "

"Ancient tradition?"

Sfanridge shook his head: "Traditions have also been lost a lot. Everyone pays attention to robbery and thinks that robbery can bring glory, but they forget that Skelliger’s tradition includes those forging gods. The rune blacksmiths of soldiers, including those great craftsmen who built castles. The ancestors of the Quite family carved the Kelzho castle by hand, but can his descendants build new forts? The ancestors of the Tursek family forged them by themselves. The sharpest soldier, but it’s ridiculous that there are only tinkers left in the port of Riala. We have long forgotten what the true glory is."

Speaking, Svan Rigi turned and looked behind him. They were on a hillside with the port of Riala below. From a distance, you could see the calm ocean under the night: "The sea protects us, but the sea also isolates us. Let us Decline in isolation and pride. My mother hates tradition, but I don’t think so. The true tradition and glory must be regained to make Skellig great again. Can you help me, Demon Hunter? I can’t just do it. When I go back, I must cross the hero's road and get the glory before heading to Port Keljo to participate in the king election conference, otherwise I will not be eligible."

"How can I help you?" Zelin asked, "Am I going to climb up instead for you, and then plant the flag of the Tursek family."

"No, the demon hunter, it's not like that." Sfanridge shook his head: "That's a blasphemy against tradition. I want you to help me by the side and guide me when I encounter a cliff that I can't climb. Tell me what to do How to overcome difficulties. The hero’s road is divided into two parts. The first part is to climb the Tooth of Ingvar, and then dive into the water to enter the underground undercurrent of the island of Skellige, swim across the island from the underground river, and from the port of Yuriala Come out on the other side. I exercised countless dives, but climbed...I couldn’t do tentative challenges because all the people who failed broke their legs or shattered their heads."