The Divine Hunter

In the evening, there was a whistling cold wind in the woods, and then the slightest drizzle fell through the forest cracks and fell to the ground covered with thick dead branches and leaves, diluting the warm blood.

The witcher's eyes locked on the man thirty late, a witcher——

He stood still facing the crowd, dressed in black light armor. Compared with most of his sturdy counterparts, he was a little thin in his body, but his limbs were slender, and his lean muscles were full of streamlined beauty.

He was carrying two swords on his back, the silver sword was still firmly in the sheath, the steel sword was wiped with blood, and with his left hand danced a few sword flowers quickly.

He is left-handed.

His face was stained with blood, and a pair of sunglasses covered his eyes, making it difficult to see the color of his pupils and the direction of his gaze. A short black hair looks very refreshing and should be taken care of frequently on weekdays. The high nose bridge, thin lips, pointed chin, and extremely clear facial features, especially the pair of pointed and thin ears, showed his elven blood.

Three-quarter sprites. It is rumored that the members of the cat faction have more or less elven blood, which makes their agility even more outstanding.

This made Roy think of Crispy Assassin.

philius

Age: 87

Sex: Male

Occupation: Cat school witcher

Health: 150

Mana: 110

Attributes:

Strength: ? (insufficient perception)

agile:?

Constitution: 15

Perception: 14

Will: 10

Charisma: 6

Spirit: 11

Skill:

Witcher Seal lv5, Meditation lv9, Cat School Longsword Swordsmanship lv10, Witcher Senses lv10, Alchemy lv8...

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"Friends of cat pie,

How to call it? "Lesso spread his hands, indicating no malice.

The corner of the guy on the opposite side curved strangely, revealing a cold, somewhat nervous smile.

"Before asking someone else's name, shouldn't the four of you report your family name?"

"I'm Letho of Guleta," then the bald witcher introduced his companions one by one, "Ox, Serret, Roy... all come from the Viper School."

He showed the pendant on his chest to the other party,

"Frius, from the cat school."

"Do you know Carl?"

"You mean the orphan?"

Cat Pie slid the sunglasses down and put them on the bridge of his nose, his gray-green vertical pupils glanced at the opposite side, the long sword in his hand slammed into the ground, and his hands crossed his chest, "I have to remind the four of you, that child made an agreement with me, and I avenged him just now..." He looked at the head on the ground, "The robbers are dead, I fulfilled my promise, the child belongs to me now, and no one can take it away!"

His tone was very strange, with a long tail, and he couldn't tell which country's dialect it was, but with his expression, it had to be said that it was rather unpleasant.

Serrit, who had an impulsive personality, was a little angry, and his eyes were spitting fire. Fortunately, Roy held his shoulder in time,

"Friends from the cat pie, don't be nervous, since you took a fancy to that child first, we won't snatch it from you."

"Snake faction, are you so kind? You followed me all the way and gave up so easily?"

"You're wrong. We're tracking the gang of robbers," Roy smiled helplessly, and Frius was no better than Serret. "Since you have dealt with them, there is no need for us to take action."

The voice fell, and the atmosphere fell silent for a while.

The face-to-face twins are watching.

Phryus bowed slightly, and his hands hanging by his side quickly circled his fingers, in a state where he could move at any time.

Brother Oaks was expressionless. This cat pie didn't seem to be as crazy and unreasonable as he imagined, and his swordsmanship was good, making him a good opponent to learn from.

And Leto put his hands around his chest, and Amber's pupils shone with the light of memories, as if he remembered someone.

"Why don't... find a place to chat?" Roy broke the deadlock, "It's hard to meet someone of the same kind, and we can communicate."

As he spoke, he took out a bottle of dwarf spirit from somewhere, and first took a sip to himself. Then, holding back the scorching heat from his throat, he threw the bottle to the other party.

"Alcohol will affect my reaction speed, I never drink this thing." The witcher held the bottle and tilted it slowly, letting the spirits slip from the glittering steel blade, "but I thank you for my brother. hospitality."

...

into the night.

The fire in the middle of the wood tore through the darkness, and five witchers were sitting around.

On the bonfire was a elk whose belly was disemboweled, roasted and charred on the outside and tender on the inside, exuding an attractive meat-scented fat, hissing and dripping into the flames, and the aroma spread far in the night.

This was originally the camp of the robbers, but they had turned into icy corpses and were buried in the ground.

Of course the ears were cut off.

The witcher rightfully occupies the camp.

"To be honest, before today, I seldom heard news about the Viper School," Phryus cut a piece of roast meat with a hunter's knife, stuffed it into his mouth while it was still hot, and then licked his tongue, so happy, "not to mention Four people at a time."

"The school of the Snake Sect is in the south, within the Nilfgaard Empire. Most of the Snake Sect witchers have never set foot in the north in their entire lives." Lesso took a sip of strong wine and narrowed his eyes comfortably. " You haven't heard it's normal."

"Nilfgaard? No wonder. By the way, you Snake Sect likes to hunt in groups? In the north, it is rare for witchers to travel together." Phryus looked puzzled, "It is more efficient to make money by acting alone."

"I can't help it, I have to..." Leto said, "The school of the Snake School was destroyed by the Wild Hunt long ago, and it was completely abandoned. Moreover, the new emperor of Nilfgaard was enthroned a few years ago, and the decree promulgated by the witcher was more stringent , we have no foundation to survive in the south, so we can only try our luck in the north. I won't hide it from you..." Leto wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, "The four of us are the only demon hunters left in the Snake faction. "

After listening to the half-truths explanation of the bald man, Phrius's face finally changed, and there was a touch in his eyes.

"Your Excellency Phrius, why did you come to Temeria?" Roy sprinkled some mustard powder on the barbecue to make it more delicious.

Behind him, Brown Marvelt quietly stuck his head out, the Golphin black dog lay on its nose, and both guys stared at the food without blinking.

Not the barbecue, but the bottle of spirits.

"Naughty devil!"

Roy scolded with a smile and dropped a drop on their tongues.

Then the two guys backed away with a **.

Ferius glanced, but didn't ask any further questions.

"I am a traveler, looking for commissions all over the world to support myself," he turned his eyes to the deep night, "by the way, I am looking for an apprentice who can inherit my mantle."

"You are very lucky... Carl is a strong boy, and there is a high probability that he will survive the trial of green grass," Serret also joined the topic, but his tone was a bit harsh, staring at the cat witcher with provocation in his eyes , "I'm also curious. The entrustment you mentioned refers to the entrustment of hiring a murderer to kill?"

Serrit's voice fell, and the atmosphere in the field suddenly cooled down, and for a while, everyone fell into silence.

Only the crackling of firewood and grease and the sound of deep swallowing could be heard.

"Our school's reputation is not very good, I admit it." Phryus put down a deer leg that was gnawed into bones. He ate a lot, but he ate very slowly, without wasting any food.

Roy, Leto, and the Oaks brothers have heard a lot of rumors about the cat school.

The Cat School is probably the largest school of witchers in existence.

The fighting style of the cat demon hunters focuses on improving speed, precision and agility. Just like Phrius, who wears light black armor, the equipment they wear is designed to be as thin and light as possible without affecting the flexibility of the body.

It's a pity that their moral and political stances are as flexible as light armor.

A considerable number of members of the cat faction accepted the abnormal commission of the witcher, murdered and assassinated to earn commissions.

And the bad influence caused by the actions of this group of "fallen people" hangs over the group of witchers like a cloud of darkness, smearing their reputation.

"But that doesn't mean that all cat factions are lunatics, assassins, and butchers. There are many members who follow the witcher's tradition from beginning to end and only kill 'monsters'." Phrius looked depressed, obviously he also suffered a little trouble.

Because of the reputation of cat pie.

"Intuition tells me you're a man of the rules..."

Oakes discarded his former suspicion and saluted him for a rib.

Phryus saluted a deer leg in the distance.

"Your Mightiness…"

"You can call me owl."

"Lord Owl, what is the current situation of the cat faction? Why is it better than our snake faction?"

Phillis was silent for a while, "The cat school is probably not going well either."

"I don't know what the old guys in the school thought, whether they chose violent vagrants to be their apprentices, or whether some unpredictable cruel characters were released by the grass trial. After so many years, now Most of the backbone of the school grew into a bunch of psychopaths, lunatics, and sadists."

With a change of tone, "I can't communicate with them, so I haven't been back to school for more than ten years. I only hear some news from individual colleagues occasionally."

Roy pondered, each school's grass trial mutation formula is different, maybe the secret recipe of the cat pie is naturally flawed, or it may be the reason why the elf bloodline is incompatible with the formula in some places.

"Lord Owl, what are you going to do with that kid Carl? Sooner or later, he will have to go back to the Cat School for the grass trial, right?"

"This kind of thing doesn't have to be in school," Phrius explained, "and there's no rush for time now. That kid Karl needs at least a year of adaptive training, and I'm going to find him in Novigrad. a foothold."

The four witchers exchanged glances.

Roy was overjoyed, Phryus seems to be carrying the formula with him?

"By the way, the boy of the Snake faction, your name is Roy, right? He doesn't look very old."

"The grass trial that this kid received more than half a year ago..." Leto took over, "I'm less than fifteen years old now."

Ferius' eyes lit up, and his eyes turned between Leto and Roy, "Can you talk to me in detail, I want to know his complete trial process."

"That's going to be a long story..."

"Trust me, I have enough patience."