The Divine Hunter

Woods night.

Shadows and flames danced in front of the bonfire, two witchers paced around each other in the glade, and the two pairs of wildly colored vertical pupils of the beasts converged on one point.

Like beasts watching each other's flesh.

Serrit suddenly charged with a big jump, the broken leaves under his feet were shaken, and the viper steel sword split the air from top to bottom, making a harsh neigh, and slashed at the ghost in front of him.

However, a lighter, narrower and thinner steel sword passed over the ridge of the sword, bringing out a row of dazzling sparks, which properly relieved the strength of the viper steel sword.

Phryus dragged the sword with his left toe as the center of gravity, turned his body in a clockwise direction, dodging the steel sword's stance, and at the same time at Serrit's side, the ghost pierced his waist with a sword.

Serrit jumped back, and the cat sent the witcher to follow him like a tarsal maggot, the point of the sword always locked on his body.

Serrit simply stood still and danced the serpent steel sword so tightly that it formed a sword curtain in front of him, covering the flying ghosts.

There was a crisp "bang, bang, bang" over the woods.

Phryus seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and he moved like a phantom. For a moment, it seemed that two people were hitting the sword curtain from different directions.

Just like the waves hitting the dam in the sea, wave after wave, endless.

Every sword was blocked by Seritge, and Phryus dodged backwards, making room to avoid his thunderous counterattack, and at the same time flexibly turned his body, turned his direction, and attacked his stomach and back.

The sparks from the collision of the blades illuminated the darkness of the forest.

The cat-style witcher's swordsmanship style is extremely concise, never using fancy tricks, every sword is fast, accurate, and ruthless, and pays attention to a fatal blow.

This is the sword of assassination shrouded in shadows.

The Snake Sect witcher unknowingly had cold sweat on his forehead. He could only rely on his superior strength to defend tenaciously, occasionally looking at the gap to counterattack.

It was a pity that Phrius was as slippery as a loach, and he could only hit the air when he counterattacked.

The battle was heated up for a while.

The two were deadlocked for a long time.

Can't attack for a long time,

Phryus lost his patience, and at a certain moment he jumped back, holding the steel sword holder in both hands and raising it to the top of his head, then turned around.

This sword brought the inertia and full strength of the body, and the momentum was heavy, forcing the opponent to retreat.

Phryus started the whirling sword dance, never ending, the blade was spinning, the wrist was spinning, and the body was spinning, driving the airflow to vibrate at a high speed, rolling up a burst of broken leaves.

His footsteps moved forward, turning into a sword-blade storm, at least five or six swords could be swung every moment, and the icy sword light emerged from the tip of the sword more than a little later, covering him and his opponent.

Serrit couldn't dodge in time, and a strand of hair was cut off by Jianfeng. After barely resisting for two seconds, he rolled on the ground and exited the battle circle.

"Enough, owl, stop!" Serrit formed a Quinn seal, and his body was covered with yellow light.

And Phrius's blade whirled to draw a rest five chis away from him.

Phryus took a deep breath and slowly sheathed his sword. The sword dance for just a few seconds was more physically exhausting than the previous series of actions combined, and he was already sweating profusely.

"I lost." Serrit said, in terms of swordsmanship alone, he was completely suppressed, but he was not discouraged, if the seal and other means were added...

The three snake demon hunters next to them were amazed. Serrit is currently the third member of the snake faction swordsmanship. No one could have imagined that a cat demon hunter who suddenly appeared would suppress him and force him Use the seal.

Such a situation is quite rare.

But the people of the Snake Sect were not lost. The swordsmanship battle was not a life-and-death struggle. The real battle was changing rapidly, and the outcome was still unknown.

"You're not too bad, Serret." Phrius said with admiration, "Among the people I've met, your swordsmanship ranks in the top ten... If the sparring continues, I'm afraid my stamina won't last long."

"Don't be humble, you won the competition this time. But I still have a question, what's the origin of the swordsmanship you used in the end?" Serret took a sip of wine to calm down his slightly depressed mood.

"The Secret Sword of the Cat Pie." Phrius said a simple sentence and then kept his mouth shut, and the witcher did not ask any further questions.

Each school has its own secret skills, the snake school is poison, the cat school is swordsmanship, the griffin is the seal... There is a default rule in the witcher school, these secret skills can only be passed on among school members , those who take the initiative to leak to the outside world will be treated as a betrayal of the school, and the consequences are worse than Belengar's betrayal.

"Who is the family that ranks first in swordsmanship in your mouth?" Serret became curious.

Ferius sat back by the bonfire again, with a sigh, "He is one of the leaders of the cat faction, Treys." Obviously, there was some unforgettable past between them.

"I've said it, and I've beaten it. Why don't I continue to listen to Roy's grass trial?"

...

Early the next morning, as dawn rose from the eastern sky, the witcher emerged from the tent.

There were a dozen or so horses left by the robbers walking in the woods, but unfortunately in the wilderness, even if the witcher took away these horses, they could not find a place to deal with them, so they had to give up.

In addition, this group of robbers left a sum of stolen money in the camp. The snake demon hunters did not move the money and left it to Phryus as a trophy. After all, he killed everyone.

They rode for a day and returned to the devastated village the next morning.

"Little monkey, let's see who's back!" Ferius drove his horse to the big banyan tree at the side of the village, greeted him, and a thin boy climbed down from the tree.

"How's it going these two days, are you afraid, are you hungry?" Phrius hugged the little boy onto the horse and squeezed his dirty face affectionately.

"I'm not afraid!" Carl glanced at the snake demon hunters headed by Leto and said gratefully, "Those uncles left me food and water, and I'm very full. By the way, teacher, then How's the bad guys?" His dark eyes stared at Phleus without blinking, and asked impatiently.

"Look what this is?" Phrius handed a bloody package to the little boy in his arms.

Carl opened the bag and glanced at it, his hands trembled in fright, the package fell directly to the ground, and a pile of bloody ears rolled out, Carl saw his teeth chattering, "Mr. Phrius, this... Who is this? of?"

"There are sixteen robbers in total, and thirty-two ears, you can count them." Phrius said seriously, "I promised that none of the people who mutilated the village would be spared. This is the proof."

Roy couldn't help sighing, how unreliable is Phrius?

Two days ago, the Owl Lord left a cowhide bag of drinking water for little Carl when he left the village to chase the robbers.

But he didn't even leave a piece of jerky, and he didn't know what the structure of his brain was.

If it wasn't for the kindness of the Snake Sect witcher to leave some jerky, the boy would be miserable.

With such a simple, direct and rude teacher on the stall, Carl will definitely suffer a lot in the future.

Roy couldn't help but mourned for him for three minutes.

...

Cal bravely counted his ears and threw the package into the fire in front of the witcher.

In the raging flames, all sins turned to ashes.

Including this village that was destroyed beyond recognition.

The weather began to heat up, and in order to prevent the ruined village from breeding disease and attracting ghouls, the witcher set it on fire, and Karl kowtowed a few times towards the fresh pile of graves after the raging fire. With tears in his eyes, he mounted the horse with the witcher.

Where is the next stop?

Phryus and Roy have the same purpose, both are Novigrad, the city of freedom. After careful consideration, he temporarily joined the team of the Snake Sect witchers to exchange experiences.

Although this guy likes to wear sunglasses to look cool, he is actually quite outgoing. He acts entirely on his own preferences and intuition. When he communicates with people he likes, he is very good at talking.

And he admitted Serrit's swordsmanship...

In addition, he knew clearly that if the four Snake Sect witchers really had any bad intentions towards him, they would have no room for resistance at all.

Just be more open-minded.

The Serpent Witcher didn't rush him to teach him the concept of the Witcher Alliance.

There are more opportunities in the future.

...

"Hey, kid!" Oaks finally put the title on someone other than Roy. His target, the little boy Carl, after his dirty face was washed, his facial features looked unexpectedly delicate, with his thin body and crisp voice, he looked like a little girl. "Aren't you a woman disguised as a man?"

Under Oakes' strange gaze, Karl timidly shrank into Phrius's arms.

Surrounded by so many monster hunters with beastlike pupils, he finally began to feel uncomfortable.

"Shut up, idiot!" Serrit rode to Oaks and gave the boy a consoling look, the boy was even more frightened, "You take Lord Vulture for a blind man? If Carl is a girl, how can he be a witcher? apprentice?"

According to common sense, girls cannot be witchers.

"Even if Karl is a girl, it doesn't matter..." Phrius rubbed the boy's hair in his arms, and said something that subverted the common sense of witchers, "Cat pie's herbal reagent also works on women. The cat pie school also works. Willing to accept female apprentices.”

The four snake demon hunters were shocked when they heard the words.

"I've lived for decades, and I've never seen a female witcher..." Oaks muttered to himself, Serret, and Leto also felt the same.

Female witchers are definitely protected animals among cherished animals.

They suddenly envied the cat school, why did the snake school not have female apprentices to balance it?

Roy's eyes lit up, and inexplicably came countless strange thoughts in his mind, as well as Ciri's baby fat little face.

"Lori grew up in a witcher school and was trained as a female witcher, and the female witcher went to recruit Loli apprentices, what is this called?"

A strange concept came to mind, "Is Li Gunli?"

Suppressing these strange thoughts, Roy rode the brown horse Wilt to the side of Phrius' horse and handed him a bottle of white cream.

"WTF?"

"Lord Owl, believe me, your apprentice will use it tonight at the most." Roy smiled deeply.

...

Not all apprentices have the vigorous vitality of Xiaoqiang like Roy.

Unsurprisingly, at night, in the camp the witcher had just set up, the boy's scream rang out.

After riding a horse for a day, it was a severe torture for the boy who had never been in contact with a horse. His two crotch was directly rubbed off with a layer of skin, which looked really penetrating.

This reminded Roy of the same tragic experience when he first hit the road with Leto.

Fortunately, the cooling cream relieved his injury in time.

...

But the next morning, something even worse happened. Perhaps it was the recent series of painful experiences that had made Carl's heart and soul become haggard. After seeing the witcher, he suddenly relaxed, and the disease invaded. The boy began to have a fever and diarrhea.

This slowed down the witcher's progress.