The Divine Hunter

an unknown corner.

The sky was dyed blood-colored and covered with dense scarlet vortexes, like the sky full of stars, and like a meteorite burning with flames when the apocalypse came.

A figure was thrown away and fell into the ground.

A net caught him and enveloped the earth.

This is an endless giant web, each spider silk in the web is magnified thousands of times, and it is piled with piles of bones: the bones of mice, the bones of humans, the bones of ordinary beasts. There are also skeletons of giants, whales, and dragon-like behemoths.

The cobwebs kept weaving into the dark distance.

The figure began to struggle desperately, but it was like being trapped in quicksand. The more you struggled, the tighter the spider silk around him contracted, and gradually climbed up his body along his ankle, quickly engulfing most of his body, wrapping him into a cocoon. Leaving a pair of eyes staring tenaciously outside.

There seemed to be some kind of signal triggered, the cobweb trembled like an earthquake, and then a shadow fell in front of him - a huge belly covering him, spindle-shaped like a barge full of sails, covered with black fluff, two belly parts. A total of eight sharp chelipeds grow on the side.

"..."

The unpleasant sound like a rasp sounded, rippling back and forth in the spider web, and gradually became high-pitched. The voice could not distinguish between males and females.

"grayba..."

The monster's belly was drawn back, revealing a huge head, a lion-like face gleaming with cunning and greed, and a barbed tongue stuck out at him.

...

"Little devil, have you listened to me and lost your mind again?"

"Sorry, Oakes, I didn't sleep well last night..." Roy rubbed the dark circles under his eyes with a dazed expression, "I had a nightmare, and I have never seen a similar scene in my dream."

"Witchers also have nightmares?" Oaks frowned, revealing a frivolous smile, "I see, if you are not satisfied with that aspect of your age, it is not surprising that Chunmeng is even. Tell me, what are you? Didn't you dream of a fat woman weighing more than 200 pounds on your body?"

"Shut up, idiot!" Serrit, who was next to him, stroked his forehead helplessly, "A knight is seriously injured, are you still in the mood to joke?"

It's ** o'clock in the morning now,

The three witchers had just left the sorceress Coral's residence.

Serrit pushed a wheelbarrow, and inside it lay the most seriously injured Knight of Mars. The knight's left chest was covered with a large white bandage. His face was pale, and he couldn't see a trace of blood. Muffled words came out of his mouth.

The other two knights were much luckier. They were braced with broken hands and feet, and were supported by Roy and Oaks.

In addition, their consciousness is very clear, but their bodies are a little weak.

"I call it humor and optimism!" Oaks turned his head and smiled at the wounded he was helping, "Life is already so difficult, if this pale background doesn't add a little interesting color, what's the point of living? Right, Brother Zelin, do you feel much more comfortable with me by your side, and the wound is less painful?"

"Forehead……"

Zelin coughed twice and nodded stiffly.

On the other side, Serrit sighed and gave up on persuading his brother.

He turned to Roy, "You mentioned nightmares just now, but I have another opinion." Serrit analyzed, "Your intuition has always been accurate, and it is unlikely that you will dream about things for no reason. This nightmare will Wouldn't it be some kind of omen, warning? You should take it seriously."

Roy nodded, just as he was about to explain something, the pendant on his chest suddenly began to vibrate.

The witcher tensed up in unison.

Immediately afterwards, two women approached this sheep-intestinal path. They were wearing red and yellow open-chested long skirts. They were graceful and graceful. They wore a talisman on their swan-like necks. From time to time their fleshy thighs were exposed.

Sometimes plans don't always match change.

The lively Oaks lowered his head unexpectedly. Instead of admiring the wonderful scenery, he closed his mouth tacitly and tried his best to act as if nothing had happened, thinking of slipping away from the woman as soon as possible.

They leaned over, and they smelled a strong scent of perfume, refreshing, and something else in it.

"Witcher!"

The smaller sorceress turned her face when she passed by, stroked Anka between her necks, her hazel eyes fluttered, "I recognize you..."

"I'm sorry, although I'd love to meet such a beautiful and charming lady as you, but we haven't met before." Oaks said hastily, and was about to help Zelling to move on.

The sorceress stopped directly in front of them.

"I'm pretty sure..." said the sorceress, "I'm not old enough to lose my memory. Last time was on the Isle of Sineder, northwest of Goth Velen... we met." She turned to her companion, "Triss. , remember that joke?"

"Of course, the memory is still fresh..." Another sorceress with long red chestnut fluffy hair had a clear and moving voice like a lark. She walked over, her big light blue eyes circling back and forth among the several witchers, sweet and sweet. With deep curiosity on his face, "A few of them wanted to sneak into Arethusa and were caught?"

Keira Metz pointed at the Oaks brothers, "These two, I remember correctly, should be called Serret and Oakes, plus another bald witcher, Leto, who went straight to the house without applying. Entering Aretusa, unfortunately, I was caught by a bunch of teachers in the academy."

The sorceress seemed to recall the funny scene at the time, and covered her mouth with a coquettish smile, "But not only did they have no bad intentions, but they also sent a good student to the academy, so the academy released them the next day."

"Ms. Kayla, you have a really good memory..." Oaks said with a wry smile. He was always in a good mood, and being captured by a group of warlocks was not a glorious deed. "But I'm sorry, we don't have time to catch up with you now and have to leave."

"Wait! Who is this handsome young man in the middle, such a young witcher, I have no idea!"

Kayla Metz walked around the witcher like a cat, her skirt and hair were touching the witcher's body, and her hazel eyes seemed to harbor a different kind of enthusiasm, which made Luo. Yi thought of the scene of the girl selling to customers.

He kept silent.

"This is our little brother, Roy the snake demon hunter..."

Serrit spoke for him.

"Roy, I've heard the name for a long time! Casca's benefactor!" Kayla Metz swept the Snake Sect witcher with a wonderful look, and said with a smile, "Let me think about... Edsberg's Cass. Gia, Thelma of Sintra, you… actually sent two sorcerer seeds! The Academy should give the Serpent Sect the Medal of Honor - Friends of Arethusa!"

Kayla held out her little hand towards the young witcher.

Roy shook his hand, and was a little surprised. Before he knew it, they actually helped two poor deformed girls.

"So, friends, are you going to rescue the knight of the White Rose?" Kayla Metz suddenly nodded to Triss, who made a gesture, before waiting for the witcher to respond, and then said skillfully. When the spell was cast, the sapphire silver amulet on the chest trembled, and the light of magic instantly enveloped the knights' bodies, and the scan revealed all the injuries in their bodies.

The witcher's hand on the hilt of the sword shrank back.

Keira Metz explained on the side, "Why waste time looking for a doctor, sister Triss is proficient in healing spells, she is the best doctor."

Hearing this, Roy remembered another ironic fact. Although Ms. Triss Merigold was good at healing, she was allergic to magic and could not use any magic treatment on herself.

Triss took over her words, "The injuries of these two have stabilized, and I don't need to intervene. But I can treat the remaining knight and get him out of danger."

The three witchers exchanged glances.

"Beautiful Ms. Triss, tell me, what are your conditions?" Oakes asked.

"Conditions?" The sorceress's eyes wandered among the witchers, then shook her head, "I understand the principles of witchers. But this treatment will not charge any fees, and will not require you to run errands."

"After all, you brought those two poor children to Arethusa and helped them out of their misery. A little help is no respect."

The eyes of the two sorceresses flashed, and they both thought of some bad past.

The witchers breathed a sigh of relief, and it would be great to have someone willing to solve the puzzle for free. They quickly found a nearby guest room with the two sorceresses.

"Wait a moment, it won't take much time."

Triss Merigold began chanting the spell.

...

"Ms. Kayla, take the liberty to ask, what are you doing in the trade area this time?"

"Call me Advisor Kyra..." The sorceress raised her slender chest and stretched out her hand to the witcher, "A few days ago, I was officially appointed as the royal advisor to King Foltest of Vizima, "

The three witchers kissed the back of her hand in a ceremonial manner.

"I came to the trade zone this time to visit a friend..." When she said the word "friend", she bit her lip and her tone became cold. "Rita Ned, do you know any of you?"

"Cough, cough..." The young witcher looked strange, "I'm afraid you are all in vain, Coral is still working in Karak."

"Coral?" Kayla Metz said in surprise, noticing the witcher's tone. "Did she allow you to call her that? I get it... She values ​​you as much as her favorite lipstick." Kayla said with great interest, "I didn't expect an old woman who didn't know how to relax at all to make friends. She's still a witcher, quite young, and has good taste..." Her gaze became even more presumptuous, as if she was looking at commodities.

Roy's face sank, "Consultant Kayla, talking about a noble lady behind her back is too much."

"Angry? So your relationship with her is more 'deep' than I thought." Kayla giggled, "don't worry, I call her an old woman for a reason. I know. That angelfish tattoo on her body? Go through Skelliger's history books and you'll find out her real age."

"So what?" Roy shook his head and said, "What's the difference between a 200-year-old sorceress and a 100-year-old sorceress? Don't forget that time also doesn't mean much to a witcher. "

"Hey, what a young man... Since you're willing to look at the room for her, then we won't bother." Kayla Metz turned her back and faced the witcher brothers again.

"Would you like to consider my proposal in Sintra?" Keira Metz gathered her hair on her temples, turned to Oaks, her brown eyes were soft, "Vegemar is a big city, and the facilities here are more luxurious than those in the countryside. Much more, I heard that there is also a rose spa..."

...

Roy propped his chin and sat side by side with the two knights with missing arms and legs, quietly enjoying the "performance" of another sorceress. The slender fingers intertwined with colorful rays of light, and the dazzling potions flew out of the magic package, lined up in a circle, and revolved around her body, as if performing magic.

Few of them could be recognized by witchers, most of them were high-level alchemical potions.

Both knights fell into a state of dementia. The sorceress's series of smooth movements, coupled with her delicate facial features and perfect body, seemed like an exotic dance.

Unknowingly, Knight Zelin saw a gleam of saliva oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Roy was lost for a moment, and Triss Merigold, who formerly existed only in another dimension - Kyle Morhan, the woman of Garden Springs, Riverside Lighthouse, Toussaint Vineyard, turned out to be real The land appeared in front of him, still so within reach.

He was in a trance, unable to distinguish the virtual from the real.

But the recollection time is always short. With her fingertips, the medicine in the container covered Mars' wound in an incredible way and quickly penetrated into it. Gradually, the pale face of the knight returned to blood, and he stopped babbling and fell into a deep sleep.

The sorceress wiped the sweat from her forehead with a white shampoo. Her skin was not very fair, but it was very delicate. After working hard, a healthy blush appeared.

The soft morning sun shines a radiance on this layer of skin, which is instantly breathtaking.

"He is no longer worried about his life, but he has to lie in bed for a month, and he cannot exercise vigorously during this period, and his wounds should not get wet."

The witcher nodded and cooperated with Zelling and Argon to make Mars lie down better.

"Ms. Merigold, you've worked hard this time."

Triss smiled, the beauty mole on her lips and a few small freckles on her cheeks were alive, she looked cheerful like a young girl. "Before I met you, I always thought that witchers were stronger than bears, men of seventy and eighty."

"I've never seen a sorceress as young as you."

"you know me?"

"Why do you say that?"

"You look at me like you are looking at an acquaintance." Triss said curiously,

Do my eyes speak?

Roy groaned in his heart,

"In a sense, I know you... well, I heard your name from Geralt. You are Yennefer's good sister, a young and gifted sorceress."

"Yennefer, this guy hasn't brought me to meet her lover yet... I don't know how the relationship between the two of them is repaired now." Triss pursed her lips in distress, then smiled at the witcher and stretched out to him. Shot, "Get to know each other again, witcher, I'm Vizima's royal advisor, Triss Merigold from Maripo,"

That said, Triss hasn't seduced Geralt yet.

"I have a commission in the future, how about giving me a discount?"

"Of course there's no problem. By the way, I'm Roy the Snake Sect witcher..." The witcher held her hand and kissed lightly.

Sensitivity or something else.

The moment the witcher's lips touched the back of his hand, the sorceress's face flushed, goosebumps appeared on her skin, and even her body couldn't help but shudder.