The Divine Hunter

"God-level Demon Hunter ()"

Vizima Trading Area, home of the Queen of the Night.

The magic lamp on the ceiling cast a dim yellow light, and the soothing lute whispered softly in the ear like a lover.

Roy sat dazedly in front of the wine cabinet, and in his eyes, girls with hot bodies and bold clothes came and went like butterflies. Some of them chatted with a group of guests with a smile, or stood alone in the corner, wiggling their waists and attracting attention.

Without exception, they have beautiful looks and figures, with a deliberate charm in their gestures, and their eyes are deep like a vortex, absorbing the energy and soul of all visitors.

Roy controlled his slightly trembling hand, picked up a glass of blood-red Bloody Mary and slammed it down, and the stimulation of the strong wine burning his throat shocked him in an instant.

Rumor has it that the high-ranking vampire Queen of the Night opened a tavern in Vizima.

The waitresses in the tavern are all high-ranking vampires and vampires.

He believed it to be true, and he was worried about Leto's vampire hatred disease, and he dared not bring him to inquire about the news.

As a result, I actually visited the door and realized that it was just bragging. Although the waiters of "Queen of the Night" are beautiful, they are all ordinary women.

...

A burst of jasmine fragrance suddenly came from the stairs at the corner, the witcher turned his head, and a mature beauty slowly walked down the stairs in his sight.

She has waterfall-like reddish-brown hair, and her facial features are slightly stiffer than most women. Her straight nose bridge and tight red lips show her stubborn character. It was split all the way to the waist, showing a dazzling white.

The short skirt only reached the part above the knee, and a pair of khaki long leather boots wrapped the two slender legs, making her overall look cheerful and elegant.

"Little brother, come to have fun at such a young age," the woman felt the strange gaze, and turned to the witcher at the wine table to smile happily, "Do I need to recommend an old hand for you? Guaranteed to be highly skilled and satisfied."

"Beautiful lady, are you the Queen of the Night?"

"My name is Salika... It's a coincidence that the proprietress is away to visit an old friend, and she has to stay for at least half a month. Do you have anything to do with her?"

"I heard that the Queen of the Night Tavern is well informed..." Roy tapped his index finger on the wine table, "I just wanted to buy some news."

With a gust of fragrance, the woman sat down beside him, her beautiful eyes staring straight at the witcher, "There's no need for the proprietress, talk about it."

"I'm looking for a master blacksmith in Vizima... an expert who can forge master-level weapons and equipment." Roy considered his words, "He has the pupil of a beast, and he used to be a mercenary."

"Buy it now." The woman stretched out five slender fingers.

"How did I hear it was thirty crowns?" Roy raised his eyebrows, "Don't you think I'm young and easy to bully?"

"You can only blame the Virtue Church that suddenly emerged in the temple area. This organization has attracted the rich in the trade area, resulting in a sharp decline in the tavern's turnover. Some balancing measures are needed."

Salika's eyes became cold as she spoke, and there was a taste of gnashing her teeth in her tone.

"Virtue Church?" Roy paused, "Forty crowns?"

"Little brother, the tavern is not a market, and there is no bargaining."

Roy bared his teeth, made a hesitant and painful expression, and sighed until the other party was about to become impatient, "Okay, fifty crowns is fifty crowns!"

"It takes a few hours to collect information, and the waiting time..." Salika pursed her red lips and smiled, "I'll arrange for you a beautiful girl for pastime?"

"No need, give me a glass of cider."

Roy stared at the Quint card table not far away, with a smile on his lips, and squeezed his fingers to "click\

,""Exactly, I haven't been addicted to cards for a long time."

...

Two hours later, Salika twisted her waist and sat beside Roy, her beautiful eyes flashed with surprise. There were clearly a few tables of guests playing Quint in the tavern just now, why did they all run away?

"You are lucky,

My friend has sent news that there are qualified master blacksmiths in Vizima City..."

The woman's tone stopped, and her bright eyes looked over without blinking.

The witcher graciously offered fifty crowns, which he had just won from the Gwent table.

"Where is it, who is it?"

"His name is Belengar, and he lives in seclusion in the temple area... he is..." Sally Carr paused, "The former wolf school witcher, who forged a sword called 'Toheine', and There has been news about it in the markets of Vizima.”

"The witcher of the wolf school? Belengar..." Roy's mouth curved slightly.

"But you have to be careful..." Salika emphasized, "Berengar is very disgusted with his former identity, and I am afraid that he is not very friendly to the same kind."

...

Stepping into the afterglow of the setting sun, Roy and Lesso entered the temple area.

In the central square of the temple area, there is a huge statue of a fairy in the lake. Under the statue, the Knights of the White Rose are still donating food to the poor people who line up. In comparison, the San Rebihuda Hospital, which is also located in the temple area, is much deserted, and its influence is not as great as it used to be.

Rebiauda broadcasts in the Holy Name of the North, but he is not a real god. Apart from falsification, he cannot make his priests use magic to keep believers. And Vivian, the goddess of the lake in the "Virtue Church", is a living being. She can use her magic power to show miracles from time to time, making the poor people more convinced.

In addition, under the drastic reforms of Yada, the high priest of the Virtue Church, the eldest princess of Vizima, the gang forces in the temple area have temporarily ceased, and the public security atmosphere has improved a lot, and the residents have benefited from it. Da's followers turned into the arms of the Lake Lady.

...

The two passed through the central area, turned a few dark alleys, and entered a low and dilapidated building area.

"No. 250, Linen Lane, Temple District... This number is so stupid!" The witcher stood in front of a mottled black door. "Bang, bang, bang...anyone?" After waiting for a while, there was no response.

Leto put his ear to the wooden door, then tightened his face, he heard a rustling sound, and quickly faded away!

"Go to the back, Roy! This guy is running away!"

The two ran to the side of the house and looked up, just in time to see a figure hanging from a window that was more than three stories high. With a sudden swing of their waists, they landed neatly on the opposite roof, pressing the tile with one hand. Kneeling down on one knee, showing amber pupils at the two of them.

"Don't run, Belengar! Listen to me..."

Roy yelled at him, but the guy seemed like a frightened bird and didn't give the two of them any chance to explain, and ran on the roof.

The two witchers exchanged glances and ran to the left and right of the house.

After a small run-up, Roy jumped lightly against the wall, then jumped up with his hands and feet like a gecko against the wall, and climbed to the three-story roof in just a few seconds.

At this time, the fleeing figure in his sight had already pulled a considerable distance away. His agility is inhumane, and he can fly as if he were balanced on the ground on the sloping tiles of the roof.

"Business is delivered, why do you run? Is it uncomfortable to make some money?" Roy followed. His agility was twice that of ordinary people, and he had a strong balance ability. He also ran on the roof as if on the ground.

Lesso flanked from the other side. The big man was even more unbelievably fast, and even brought out a series of afterimages of his limbs while running with all his strength.

The sunset light coated the buildings in the temple district with a golden skin, and just above this dazzling skin, three disease-like black spots kept flashing, jumping from one roof to another, rising and falling. , start a frantic chase.

With superhuman physical fitness, the witcher can perform a series of dazzling movements on the roof with complex terrain: heel raises, toe jumps, cat crawls, somersaults...

Which action is convenient for running, they use it subconsciously. The speed is fast and extremely dangerous, like a parkour movement from another world.

"Huh—" The young witcher's speed peaked at the outermost eaves, then he held his breath and took a deep breath, leaping with all his might toward another roof in the distance—the air in his ears seemed to be surging, blowing his head. With black hair, he glides through the air like a big bird with wings outstretched.

Hundreds of meters away, with a beating heart, the witcher touched the ground with both feet, and immediately rolled forward against the tile to release his inertia, then got up and continued to run wildly.

Unfortunately, despite his best efforts, the distance between him and the two witchers in front of him continued to widen indefinitely as time went by.

The property gap that is nearly double is really an insurmountable natural moat.

However, he has another trick!

"Whoosh-"

Bright crossbow arrows cut through the narrow alley.

The air was rippling, and with a short, sharp roar, the young demon hunter disappeared in place in an instant, and in the next second, an extremely strange place appeared forty meters away.

"Whoosh-"

He disappeared again, like a ghost, flashing on the roof.

...

The distance between the bald man and the fleeing man is gradually shortening, and Amber's pupils reflect the latter's back. This is a thin guy, dressed in the tradition of most witchers, tight leather pants and a gray Flutter leather jacket top.

The two arms exposed by the sleeveless jacket were all slender but explosive muscles.

As they got closer, the distance between the two was reduced to 5 meters.

"Stop for me!" Leto roared suddenly, and then threw a golden krona forward - which he had just gotten from Roy.

The witcher, who was moving at a high speed in front, didn't have time to dodge at all. He was hit in many places in a pile of crackling sounds, and then his calf shook and fell from the edge of the roof.

Leto jumped off the roof with his body, but unexpectedly, a cold blade suddenly struck. His pupils shrank and flashed to the side quickly, and the sharp blade just brushed past his shiny forehead, causing goose bumps in an instant.

"Stop!" Letho yelled and pulled out the steel sword behind his back. The blade that he had flashed back and forth, swept in front of him again. "Qiang——" With a crisp sound, the steel sword held vertically blocked the sword that was swept across.

After sword and sword, the eyes of two pairs of beasts collided.

One was as burly as a hill, with a twisted snake pendant hanging from his neck; the other was lean and capable, his eyes were cold, but he did not wear the symbol of the witcher school.

He held the sword in both hands in an offensive posture, half-bow his body, like a pounced beast.

"Listen to me..."

Lesuo just opened his mouth, but the other party took the opportunity to move again, and the sword was like a violent storm. Lesso defended with difficulty for a moment, seeing that the opponent was still entangled, his anger was rising, and he simply let go of his skills to attack him.

The next moment, a series of harsh gold and iron clashes erupted in the narrow alley between the buildings. With the high-speed collision of the two swords, a waterfall of dense sparks poured out.

Brilliant.

Lesuo slashed forward vigorously, and the opponent seemed to be a little tired. He retreated when he saw the momentum, and flashed the sword lightly to the side like a civet cat, and then stabbed the sword more nimbly.

This is a veteran, and the angle of the sword is extremely tricky, specializing in attacking the arteries and blood vessels of the big man, and the heart, throat, lower body and other vital points. Moreover, he was not greedy for merit. If his sword did not work, he immediately retreated and started to circle in circles, giving him no chance to pursue him at all.

His attacking methods are variable and have no fixed rhythm. When Leto thinks he is going to attack vigorously, he just retreats at the tip of his sword. When he looked like he was about to retreat, he jumped up and stabbed people to the death point.

Relying on this bizarre swordsmanship, he entangled with Leto for a long time with his slightly inferior physical fitness.

At a certain moment, Leto finally found the flaw in the long sword that slashed the opponent in the front, and pressed his body against it. With harsh friction and sparks, the positions of the two long swords above the sword grid became stalemate, and the two sword holders started a primitive wrestling.

Like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, Leto held down the hilt of the sword and pushed the opponent's body back a full two meters. Then both sides blushed, panting like cows, one hand trembling and struggling to make a dharma seal. "Bang, bang—" The Seal of Alder erupted in a very small area, and the two witchers were hit head-on by the force of the recoil, throwing them away like balls.

Leto took two steps back and still maintained his standing, while the opponent was pushed to the corner by Alder, stunned to the ground, and his eyes were a little dizzy.

Then, another belated figure jumped down from the roof.

"Whoosh-"

A crossbow bolt hit the skinny witcher's feet and bounced off.

"Stop!" He sighed, "I admit defeat, don't fight." He lowered his head, raised his sword belt and threw it aside, pinching his numb arm like a beast licking its wounds. "What day is it today, two witchers came to arrest me for a small role? Can I do it?!"

"It took me a long time to admit defeat...it took me a long time." Leto took a deep breath, suppressed the madness in his heart, and glanced at the opponent's sword. The sword body was shining with the luster of sapphire. There are faintly floating cloud patterns on it. I took another look at the ordinary steel sword in my hand. I don't know when it was completely damaged, and the blade was cracked with several gaps.

"Your Excellency is the wolf demon hunter who created the sword Toheine, Belengar?"

"Correct your mistake," Belengar leaned lazily against the corner, his whole body slackened, as if he had completely given up resistance, "I left the Wolf School many years ago, and I have never returned to Kyle Morhan, now A free mercenary, a poor tramp. Can you give me a treat and not torture me?"

"Torture? An exclusive forging method?" Roy walked over to him and joked, "If it helps the next forging activities, I don't mind helping you."

Belengar tilted his head and looked puzzled, "Aren't you here to hunt me down?"

"Chase?" The Snake Sect witcher laughed, "Berengar, I think this misunderstanding is a bit big. The Snake Sect has not been entrusted by the killer for a long time...and has no direct boss to assign tasks."

Belengar was stunned for two seconds, "Why do you keep chasing me, and your shot is so ruthless." He looked at the bald man, bared his teeth, "With such a big man, he can run so well, he almost gave me my leg. Run away!"

"Man, what killer have you seen that use money as a hidden weapon to attack?" Lesso said helplessly, "I'm ruthless, you're more ruthless than me, and you're deadly, you want to kill me, right?"

"And you don't give a chance at all, just start running without listening to the explanation," Roy added, "what can we do?"

"..."

The scene fell into an awkward silence for a while.

"There is not a saying among mercenaries that true friendship can only be established in battle. The mercenary Belengar, we are now acquainted..."

"Don't make some fancy clichés, I only accept money!"

Roy stretched out his hand to him, "Let's go then, I'll pay you to hire you."