The Divine Hunter

Long after the sun went down, three witchers came to Old Vizima.

It was a cold night, and the dust was scattered in the air. On the other side of the bridge, Vizima's lights changed in the dark.

Among the broken walls of the old palace, there are several ruins, rotten beams and wood, and a dilapidated fence. There is an uneven stone slab in the most central hall, and below it is a black staircase leading to the tomb, inside. There is a double sarcophagus, which is the coffin where Yada and her mother were buried.

However, the bones in the coffin have been removed, and now there is a demon living in it.

There are also tents erected in a mess around the palace, piled with dense household garbage.

It was where the homeless refugees lived, but due to the accident last night, the knights of the White Rose temporarily drove the residents of this area to the temple area.

Now the ruins are all quiet.

In a dilapidated wooden house next to the palace, three witchers were calmly and meticulously preparing for a dirty table.

According to Warlock, the Vampire Bird won't leave her coffin until midnight, so they still have time to prepare.

Roy put the alchemy package on the table, took out a bunch of small black glass medicine bottles, and then he took one of them, and the Oakes brothers took two each.

They tacitly pulled out the sword wrapped around the leather belt on the back, and then began to apply ointment-like liquid to the sword. When the entire blade was covered, they tried shaking their wrists, and the room was filled with sterling silver swords. Light.

After doing all this, Roy chanted an ambiguous spell and drank the potion he took out earlier, while the Serret brothers drank the two bottles of potion in turn.

Afterwards, the three of them wrapped their bodies in gray-black cloaks, closed their eyes, and sat on the ground without moving.

Their breathing began to change from steady to rapid and tense. Under the catalysis of the magic potion, their faces soon changed, pale and bloodless, full of worm-shaped purple-black blood vessels, and the iris was completely replaced by the pupil. .

But their eyes pierced through the thickest darkness and began to reflect dim light.

...

"Ka——" Not far away, in the center of the palace hall, there was a very slight scratching sound, even milder than mosquitoes, but the witchers could hear it clearly. It was the friction of the sarcophagus lid being pushed.

In a few seconds,

The large stone slab blocking the entrance to the tomb was also lifted to the side, and a deformed monster jumped out of it.

Foltest's description is exactly the same.

On her stubby neck grew a large, disproportionate head, covered with tangled red hair, and her eyes gleamed red in the night like a beast.

Although she is called a vampire bird, her appearance is not related to a bird at all, but rather like a muscular humanoid beast, which still retains some of its pre-transformation features.

For example, tall and straight female features, like two water bags.

vampire bird

Age: 19

gender: female

identity:

Princess, the Cursed (The second time Ostreet's curse strikes, she once again becomes a cruel and powerful vampire bird.)

Life: 300

Attributes:

Strength: 8→20

Agility: 9→20

Constitution: 8→20

Perception: 7

Will: 5→6

Charisma: 7→3

Spirit: 5

Skill:

One-Handed Sword Specialization LV3...

Dagger Mastery LV2...

Bow Specialization LV2...

Cursed body (passive curing): Cursing is both a gift and a kind of torture that goes deep into the bone marrow. It will never allow the bearer of the curse to easily get free from death. The maximum life is +100, and the heart is no longer the key.

Rapid Healing (Passive Curing): Cursed ** has abnormal activity, can quickly heal any minor wounds, and quickly heal moderate wounds by consuming the flesh of the enemy, replenishing health. Constitution +10.

...

"Hey—this attribute is even more powerful than Master Belengar!"

Roy was very fortunate to have called two companions this time.

The demon bird suddenly began to scream, and the terrifying and crazy howl ripped apart the night sky, causing the old palace wall to shake. ...

Then its cruel eyes collided with the three pairs of eyes peeping outside the palace, and it was fixed on Roy's body. A confused expression appeared on its ugly and hideous face. It seemed to retain a trace of memory, thinking about this Who are the familiar faces.

But soon, the human nature in the monster bird's body was completely overwhelmed by the animal nature. It opened its mouth fiercely at the witcher, revealing a shark-like white tooth. together.

It moved its feet and rushed over, and there was no sound between running, like a gust of wind.

The three witchers calmly formed the seal of Arden towards it, and circles of dreamy purple light appeared on the ground, marking a restricted area.

The purple aperture was like a cage. As soon as the demon bird rushed into it, its body visibly slowed down, as if it suddenly fell into a swamp and quagmire from the flat ground, the speed was a lot slower, and a pair of dagger-like claws Naturally fluttered.

The three took the opportunity to jump outside the circle and circled it clockwise in three different directions, with the tip of the sword always pointing at it, like three cunning leopards working together to hunt a huge bull.

The demon bird let out a low roar, swayed its pointed head, and observed the three witchers with a slightly confused gaze. Finally, the scarlet eyes locked on Roy, and disgusting saliva began to drip from its oozing fangs.

The first impression made it choose the weakest witcher as food.

Roy was in no hurry, and flexibly circled a semi-circle facing it, relying on the fast and slow pace, disrupting the rhythm of the demon bird, making it temporarily unable to find a suitable take-off time.

Then, when it tightened its body and was about to take off, the Serrit brothers in the other two directions stabbed two swords behind it like lightning. The sharp sword stabbed its calf, and it retreated as soon as it touched it, bringing out half of the blood.

The holy silver on the witcher's weapon and the layer of sword oil smeared on it can cause additional damage and searing pain to the vampire bird.

The demon bird was in pain, and instantly abandoned its original target and turned around screaming, grinning at Brother Oaks.

But its barren mind couldn't figure it out, doing this was right in the hands of the witcher, and when it turned around, the flaws on the other side were exposed again.

In Roy's hand, Arrondette danced a dazzling sword light in the dark night. The next moment, Su, Su, Su, three swords in a row slashed the back of the demon bird.

Since he didn't want to take the monster bird's life, the witcher kept his strength, but the sword of the lake girl was so sharp that it scratched the skin of the monster bird, and sprinkled dazzling blood.

The red hair of the demon bird began to tremble, howling angrily, and constantly making harsh noises.

However, to no avail, no matter which direction it showed the intention of attacking the witcher, it would be smitten by the remaining two witchers in an instant.

Although the vampire bird itself is powerful, it can cause huge trouble for the witcher by fighting alone, but under the siege of three witchers, it has no resistance at all.

The seal of Arden disappears, and the witcher quickly fills it up, and so on and so forth, keeping the monster "deep in the quagmire".

It could only struggle weakly, but soon, the limestone-like body was scratched with dense wounds by different sword blades. Although none of them were vital, and the location was not deep into the flesh, the amount was huge, and thick blood ran along these wounds. The wound slipped and dripped a shallow layer on the ground.

Under the moonlight, the blood showed a black luster, with a strange beauty.

The vampire bird, because of excessive blood loss, began to slow down, its strength decreased, and its eyes were no longer so fierce. It finally realized the crisis, and its survival instinct made it look at the gap between the three demon hunters and jumped desperately.

But it was greeted by the Witcher's Alpha Seal.

There was a loud "bang" in the empty palace, and the strong impact was like a head-on blow, pushing the vampire bird back into the magic circle.

The vampire bird let out the weakest howl since the fight. It staggered to the ground and let out a "woooo" bark like a bitch begging for pity.

Oaks' eyes froze, "Hey! Guys, this thing is begging us for mercy? Are we going too far? How can you say she is also a princess, three big men beating a little girl..."

"Okay, don't give me false pretense," Serret returned his sword to the sheath, and untied a long, heavy silver chain from behind his waist with heavy objects hanging from the end. "I really want to help Yada, so quickly lift the curse on her!"

Several people acted tacitly, and each took off a silver chain.

At the moment when the vampire bird climbed up, the three silver chains whizzed through the air, coiled up like long snakes, and wrapped around the shoulders and neck of the monster bird.

The demon bird shuddered and began to struggle desperately, but the three witchers quickly circled around it, wrapping the silver chain around its body. Soon, it was bundled into a zongzi and fell to the ground, with only a hideous head exposed, completely losing the ability to move.

At night, there was a series of feeble wailing, which was the only thing the blood-sucking demon bird could do.

"Good, be quiet." Roy tied the chain, walked to the demon bird, and touched her head. The hair was unexpectedly thorny.

Then the witcher spent a long time pulling its tongue out of its hideous mouthparts, observing the bottom of the tongue.

"grayba..."

As expected, the bottom of the vampire bird's tongue was tattooed with the black Greba's brand.

"What's the matter, Roy?" Brother Oaks also came over curiously.

"Remember those two bat-winged demons? They also have this brand on them. This is the method used by the disciples of the God of Evil Omen to control monsters." Roy said coldly.

"Abigail!" Serret suddenly called out, "The recurrence of the princess' curse must have something to do with this disciple of the God of Bad Omen!"

Roy nodded, "Sooner or later, we will find that sinister woman and ask, but not now. By the way, don't mention this to anyone."

...

With almost three hours to go before dawn, Foltest's royal advisor was long overdue.

The three warlocks were shocked when they looked at the behemoth that was more than two meters in front of him and was tied into a zongzi.

"The Snake Sect witcher from the south really lives up to its reputation." Triss Merigold carefully examined several witchers, and quickly confirmed that they were completely uninjured, except for the slight sweat on their foreheads.

The treatment she had prepared was useless.

Kayla Metz looked at Brother Oakes with brilliance. She didn't expect the big-brained witcher to fight better than they did in bed. "Look at this unique way of bundling, actually tying a bloodthirsty and ugly monster into a silvery little cutie."

Hot and humid sweat suddenly oozes out of her tender palms, and she imagined such a picture inexplicably in her mind. In the dark night, in the lonely open space, two men and one woman, bound

"What does it feel like these chains are tied to him, or tied to me?" Kayla Metz couldn't help but secretly pinched her legs when she thought of this.

"Thank you for your hard work tonight, the three masters..." Feikat interrupted the sorceress's reverie, "Leave the rest to us."

The three warlocks began to cast spells on the weakened vampire bird.

Using the ready-made blood on the ground as paint, they traced a series of incantations on the monster bird's hideous head.

Tadpole-like incantations covered the face of the vampire bird, and gradually covered the silver chains that bound it, most of them in ancient languages, but also in Elliron, and some other variants.

After working hard for half an hour, the three warlocks summoned strong elemental power and penetrated into these incantations. As the spell took effect, the monster bird's ugly face became extremely quiet, and its breathing became smooth and steady. It didn't take long for her chest to rise and fall regularly, and she fell asleep like this.

The warlocks breathed a sigh of relief, sweat evident on their faces.

"Three, you have to carry the princess back to the tomb..."

The witchers do what they say.

The tomb under the palace was about the same size as the bedroom in the palace, but it was empty and empty except for a double sarcophagus with the lid lifted in the center.

Even the candlesticks and torches have been taken away.

The sorcerers used magic to create torches that illuminated the entire tomb, and then let the witcher put Yada, bound by silver chains, into the coffin in the center of the tomb, and there were still many gaps.

Then, Roy the witcher also lay in and lay beside the monster. Because of his height, he only went to the monster's chest and didn't need to face its ugly head.

Someone closed the lid of the coffin for him, and the space suddenly fell into darkness, with only a gap for breathing.

"Hey, Roy!" Oakes yelled, "Beside you lies the distinguished Princess Temeria, be careful with your head when you touch her!"

"Fuck off! If you have the ability to move, you can do it?!"

"Cough cough..." Fikat interrupted the witcher's nonsense, and passed in a kerosene lamp and an hourglass from the crack of the coffin, "Master Roy, I have wronged you. As long as you accompany the demon bird inside No, the princess will lie down until the third dawn comes, and the curse will leave the princess completely."

"Don't worry, our spell will keep the princess in a coma until she returns to her human form. There will always be someone outside to guard you."

Triss's voice interjected, "Roy, Your Majesty said that if there is a life-threatening accident, you can leave the coffin first! He won't blame you!"

"take care of yourself!"

"Understood!" The witcher raised the hourglass in front of him. In the dim coffin, he could only see a vague outline with his eyesight, but it was enough.

Golphin Black Cat was hidden in the wild by the witcher, and if there was any danger, he would teleport back directly.

"Three days, just meditate..." The witcher finally turned around and glanced at the vampire bird, feeling its steady breathing, and gradually his vision returned to nothingness.

He went into meditation.

...

When the witcher woke up from his meditation for the fourth time, all the sand in the hourglass leaked to the bottom.

This shows that the promised third dawn is coming quietly.

He was not busy with activities, but closed his eyes and listened for a while, he heard a gentle breath, turned his face, and the behemoth surrounded by silver chains was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a naked woman.

Dark red hair covered most of her fair face, her lips were pale and dry due to lack of water, while in the chain, the bumpy figure was covered by most, revealing half of her fair and firm body.

She felt the witcher's movement,

"Roy!?"

"It's me..." The witcher lit the kerosene lamp with a miniature version of Igni, and Yada murmured and rubbed her eyes in the light.

"I just woke up, what the hell is this place? Where am I?"

"Have you forgotten, princess..." Roy took off the leather armor and handed it to the woman, "Your curse relapsed before, but it's over. The curse is completely gone."

"Come on," said the witcher softly, "it's time to go home."