The Divine Hunter

In the middle of the night, Vizima Street was so empty that no one could be seen, not even the patrolling guards.

A screeching screeching noise suddenly came from the street corner. A hunched figure dragged a stretcher stubbornly like an ox and moved forward slowly. On the stretcher were two men covered in blood and in a coma. The figure also supported a man with a broken arm in the other hand.

He was equivalent to the weight of three strong men on one person. He was sweating profusely while walking, his chest heaving violently, and his breathing was as heavy as a broken bellows.

"Master... Why don't you put us down first." The knight who was supported by him said weakly, and then his face was twisted due to the severe pain.

"We'll deal with the bat-winged demon together... that's a comrade-in-arms," ​​sweat flowed into the corner of the witcher's eyes, he blinked a little uncomfortable, and gave the knight a weak smile, "If you want me to abandon my comrade-in-arms, do you look down on me?"

"Comrade-in-arms?" Mars looked a little dazed, he never thought that he would be recognized by the butcher of the sewer. The witcher doesn't seem to want to be as difficult as the legends make it out to be.

"Hold on for a while, it'll be there soon!"

"Um…"

Before the witcher ran out of energy, he finally saw those familiar faces, and four burly men rushed downstairs and carried them into the room.

...

"How's the injury?"

"You can't die." Belengar took off his white apron and blood-stained leather gloves. "Those two guys with broken hands and feet..."

"Argon and Zelling."

"I have already connected their bones and stitched up the wounds, and they will recover after a few months of rest. The remaining one is the most seriously injured, with several broken ribs, but he is lucky, and the broken bones are completely intact and do not need cleaning work. , and did not hurt the internal organs or internal bleeding." Belengar sighed, "Unfortunately, the environment here is poor, I can only reluctantly deal with his injuries and hang his life, and tomorrow, you must ask Princess Yada to ask for more A professional doctor treats him, of course, it is best to let Ms. Huzhong do it herself."

Roy said with sincere gratitude, "I didn't expect that you are not only a master casting master, but also a good hand in treating patients!"

"It can't be said to be proficient. When you are a mercenary, you are often injured, and you will naturally know some first aid methods after a long illness." Belengar glanced at the few witchers who came over, "Tell me, boy, what is going on in the sewers? What happened? How could they be so badly injured?"

...

The witchers gathered around a rectangular table,

On it are two bloody, terrifying-looking heads from two bat-winged demons.

Their mouths are wide open to reveal a jagged serration, their slender tongues were pulled out of their mouths, tied to their chins, and their scarlet eyes were like half a rotten pomegranate, perhaps because they suffered too much during their lifetime. They can't rest until they die.

Lesuo stroked the horns on the top of the bat-winged demon's head, and his palms slid down the horns. The entire surface of the head felt as tough as cowhide, with lizard-like horns growing. When he touched the blood that reached the base of his ears With a big mouth, you can observe the condition of their mouth and teeth like a horse's teeth.

"Judging from the teeth, this bat-winged demon is less than five years old, and the other is over twenty years old. If you can meet them, your luck is worse than Keville's salted fish." The bald man carefully looked up and down the disciple again. Once again, to make sure that he didn't lack arms or legs, he said with joy, "How on earth did you do it? Take three crappy White Rose knights and kill two bat-wing demons. It's a miracle!"

"I bet those three brothers didn't last five seconds!"

"The bat-winged demon is one of my most hated enemies. It is fast and powerful." Serret put his arms around his chest and his expression was solemn. "If it were me, I would capsize in the gutter if I was not careful!"

"An amazing achievement! Well done, Roy!" Oakes squeezed the young man's shoulder in admiration, "To defeat a bat-wing demon before the age of twenty, as far as I know, no one in our school can do it. To, even the Grand Master Ivar."

"Two kills at once, of all witchers, you're the one..." He gave a thumbs up.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were locked on the young companion. He was slumped on the rattan chair, rubbing the puppy's hot belly and soft back softly and regularly, while Goerfen squinted comfortably. , the beard on his mouth trembled slightly, and he called out "hu...hu".

"Actually, only one bat-winged demon appeared at the beginning," Roy explained. "I followed Leto's reminder, and I used the Dragon Dream to injure it first, and then joined forces with the three White Rose Knights to solve it."

"Four people, take the lead," Lesso pondered, "If you cooperate with each other, it is not impossible to kill a bat-winged demon in its infancy. As a low-level vampire, the bat-winged demon often has no brains. But the other big guy can't be ignored!"

"It came late. It appeared after the death of my 'little brother', and then seriously injured three knights in one fell swoop, and I..." Roy paused, stared at the little beast, and said softly, "Golfing Save my life, I can successfully kill this 'this beast'."

"Save you? Don't be kidding, this little thing is not enough for the bat-wing demon to stick between his teeth. How can I save you?" Oaks looked unconvinced.

"It jumped up and helped me block a blow!"

"Are you serious?" The eyes of the witchers next to him changed instantly when they looked at Goerfen.

"certainly."

"Then it's a good dog!" Oaks reached out to touch the dog's head, but Golfin flashed past him, "Brave, loyal, ... able to escape from the claws of the bat-wing demon, life is hard enough! Wait for us to buy a piece of land, This little thing is responsible for the care of the home!"

"It doesn't have to be a dog!" Roy whispered, "But to defeat the bat wing demon, I even used a unique trick!"

"Tricks, what tricks do you have, why don't we know?" Oaks squeezed his fists and approached the witcher step by step, "Little Slicker, don't forget that I taught you swordsmanship, I am very good at your skills. Clearly, it is impossible to single-handedly take on the bat-winged demon. Now tell me the truth, don't try to fool the past!"

"Two dragon dragons, and my spatial ability, unexpectedly...!"

Oaks was reluctantly satisfied with this answer, his eyes were provocative,

"It seems that your skills have improved a lot recently. When you recover, let's learn from each other again?"

"my pleasure!"

"What about the precious parts of the bat-winged demon's body, what about the mutants?" Serrit asked next to him, "You wouldn't just throw them in the sewers along with the corpse, would you?"

"I never waste anything of value..." Roy put his arm on the rattan chair, barely propped up his body, and placed a fist-sized, oval mutant on the table.

It's roughly equivalent to normal.

"Roy, keep the mutants for yourself, these two heads..." Oaks squinted and turned to the side, "Give me one, make it into a trophy, and hang it in a saddle bag!"

It is a hobby of very few witchers to make specimens of monster heads and hang them in saddlebags. This can show force, shock Xiao Xiao, and attract business, but Roy doesn't like it, it is too ostentatious.

"help yourself!"

"It's a pity it's not a bat-wing brain demon..." Oakes looked at the hideous beast head with a little regret on his face, "Otherwise, if you put it on the saddlebag, which guy without eyes would dare to provoke me?!"

The difference between the bat-winged brain demon and the bat-winged demon is twice as dangerous, even for seasoned witchers such as Oaks and Leto.

"Come on..." Serret urged solemnly, "Boy, can you tell the difference between the two? If you run into a bat-wing brain demon, use your space ability to escape directly, don't go to death!"

"Um!"

At this time, Belengar, who had been silently studying the bat-winged demon, suddenly beckoned. In front of everyone, he opened the bloody mouth of one of the heads, and then turned its tongue over.

"What is it?" Roy leaned over and faintly saw a row of black symbols from the bottom of his tongue full of tiny thorns.

"You didn't find out before?"

"I'm busy saving my life, so I don't have time to observe this thing." Roy confirmed that the mark on the bottom of the bat-wing demon's tongue was a row of generic words.

"...gray...ba. Black Greyba, Black Greyba..."

The five witchers looked at each other, none of them recognized the meaning of the sentence.

Belengar immediately opened the tongue of the other bat-wing brain demon, and as expected, a row of black and twisted characters were also branded, but the meaning was different.

"Coram Agh Tera...Zoran Agh Tera."

Roy asked Belengar, he had no answer, and the three witchers shook their heads.

Roy said his analysis, "The black Greba sounds like some kind of appellation, nickname, and the second character is undoubtedly a name, which belongs to an ancient and distinguished person from a grammar point of view. Then this The two rows of characters represent two people, that is, they tattooed their own marks on the bat-wing demon and the bat-wing brain demon, like..."

"Like the brand that the master left on the slave?" Oakes said in a strange and authentic tone.

"Do you think someone is raising these two monsters in the sewers?" Belengar looked haunted.

"I don't think this is possible!" Serret's tone was hesitant at first, then firm, "Everyone, the introductory textbook "Biology" for witchers clearly describes that bat-winged demons have a low IQ and are simply killed and eaten. Dominate, cannot be trained."

"There are no absolutes, Leto, exceptions can happen at any time..." Leto said, "I have a hunch that it's not a coincidence that Roy encountered these two monsters in the sewers, and it can't be blamed purely on bad luck. Someone is behind control them."

"Perhaps it is the case," Belengar said, "that some powerful sorcerer captured these two bat-winged demons, and then forcibly marked them and used magical powers. As far as I know, anesthesia, or magical means can do this.”

Everyone was silent, there were too many possibilities for the imprint, and they couldn't make up their minds for a while.

"Roy, next time, let's do it together."

"Well, but, we have to meet Princess Yada first." After running out of life-saving means, the witcher did not intend to recklessly break into the sewers. No one could be sure whether there was a more terrifying existence hidden there than the bat-winged demon.