The Divine Hunter

Miserable wind and rain shrouded Nuocheng.

The solemn and solemn Temple Island was covered with a mournful and hazy gauze.

Cross the weedy winding paths on the edge of the island, and go deep into the sea-facing mountains.

The light of candles and braziers illuminated a laboratory with stalactite walls and a hexagram on the ground.

A man with disheveled hair and ragged clothes was lying in the center of the circle, suddenly agitated, and opened his long and narrow eyes.

He looked around a little blankly, and the next second, as if he was greatly frightened, his face turned snow-white.

Nose twitching, shortness of breath, limbs shackled with anti-magic metal shackles uncontrollably.

Even though he has been away for thirty years, this place where he has struggled for thousands of days and nights is still unforgettable for him!

"Mateo Sikura...do you still recognize me?"

In the quiet laboratory, a raspy and unpleasant voice sounded like a rasp.

Several men walked out of the shadow behind the stalactites.

The man at the head had a large area of ​​dark red skin exposed, his scarlet eyes like a blood-colored abyss, staring straight at his face, boundless hatred and murderous intent overflowed, like an eviscerated steel knife that would cut him into a thousand cuts. !

Beside him, a few men wearing light leather armor, strong physique, and stern temperament, the beasts' vertical pupils flickering with dim light, also stared at him.

"What Matteo? I don't even know him!"

Olof replied without hesitation, recognizing the identities of the people next to him in a blink of an eye,

"Okay, so it's you, Snake Sect witcher! How dare you kidnap me, know what that means?!"

He shouted hoarsely, the muscles on his cheeks contorted with fear, his handsome, well-maintained face completely deformed,

"You are blatantly violating the agreement! Destroying the supreme truth of Novigrad!"

He was spitting with excitement,

"As long as anyone finds out that I am missing, you will be in great trouble!"

"Let me go immediately if you know me! Otherwise, from now on,

Nuocheng has no place for you! "

"Huh? Your Excellency Matteo," Oakes sneered disdainfully, "you don't seem to understand the situation, and you still have the intention to threaten us?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Remember this place? Remember this Kaiyan brother who was hurt, abused, and disfigured by you?!"

Matteo's chest bulged high, the blue veins on his neck were abrupt, and his lips were trembling, but he just stared at the nightmarish terrifying human figure and couldn't say a word!

He suddenly recognized the witcher who was lying on the operating table, tortured into a puddle of mud by him and his teacher, and finally devoured by evil spirits.

But at this moment, his scarlet and lightning-like eyes were clearly shining with the light of reason and hatred.

Matteo hesitated for a moment.

Evil spirit-possessed return to normal? There has never been a precedent.

How did he do it? !

Suddenly, the man came over, grabbed his collar viciously with a gust of wind, slammed into his chest with a huge force, and pushed the collector to the ground.

He only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and there was a bitter taste in his mouth.

Yet he was speechless!

The face covered with centipedes that looked like ugly scars, not human-like, was brought to his nose.

The cold eyes, as if examining a dead person.

However, the corners of his mouth raised a radian, there was no smile, and the excitement was mixed with nervousness.

"Miscellaneous, bastard! I didn't expect it, you have today too, I swore a long time ago that the pain you inflicted on me will be repaid tenfold!"

"Today, let you feel my pain well!"

His demeanor and tone were cold and cruel, as if a steel needle had repeatedly pierced his heart.

He was dumbfounded, unable to breathe in fear, and his heart seemed to stop.

Just thinking about how this guy who once cried and begged for mercy under his scalpel would deal with him, he felt that life was better than death!

"Well, I have to say you're a lucky guy. Now, take a deep breath and enjoy the last 'happy time'..." Kaiyan suddenly let go and walked back, "Come and meet your other creditor!"

The voice fell.

Behind the witcher came a bear-like strong man, his face full of exhaustion.

Because of sadness and anger, his eyes were red and his expression was distorted.

And he was holding a slender girl in his arms.

The pale and beautiful face was so endearing, so familiar.

Yes, the Daughter of the Black Sun, the immature collectible that he had been investigating for several years.

Appeared in front of him again.

Matteo, who believes in magic science, doubts for the first time in his life that there are some righteous gods in this world.

Otherwise, how could two enemies come to the door in one day?

"puff…"

Todd gently placed Elsa in front of Warlock, smoothing the blond hair on her forehead.

Eyes rounded.

He stretched out an arm about the thickness of an ordinary person's thigh, pinched the enemy's neck, and lifted him into the air.

"Bastard, you son of a bitch! Immediately, immediately, remove the vicious spell on Elsa and wake her up!"

"Uh... uh... It turns out that this poor orphan girl has a father." Matteo was thrown on the ground like a puppet, turned his eyes to look at the surrounding witchers, and then lowered his head to glance at the anti-magic metal Shackled hands and feet.

current situation.

The magic power was blocked, and the enchanted equipment was taken away.

Several witchers stared at him.

There is no doubt that he must die!

So why cooperate?

"Hehe, a rude man without artistic skills! You want me to destroy a work of art that is about to be completed with my own hands?" Matteo rubbed the bruised bruise on his neck and shook his head, "Everywhere is dead, I Why don't you take this poor girl with you on the road!"

"boom!"

A fist the size of a sandbag slammed into his cheek.

Matteo covered his face and fell to the ground, a large group of bruises swelled up, and the handsome little white face was completely destroyed.

"Bastard, still want to negotiate terms!? I'll make you into meat sauce now!"

Stormy, punching and kicking.

Matteo oscillates like a sandbag, and its thin body seems to fall apart at any time!

But he didn't say a word, stared stubbornly, and looked around the crowd provocatively.

"Boom!"

Matteo fell to the ground, Ying Ting's nose was slanted to the left, and a thin nosebleed flowed freely on his face.

Todd took a deep breath and raised his fist again.

"Man, it's too cheap to kill him with a few punches."

Serui snorted coldly and put a wooden box in front of Matteo.

Open the wooden cover, revealing a series of flickering cold light, small and exquisite torture tools:

Tweezers, scalpels, pliers, nails, drills...

Serrit pulled out a scalpel and slowly rubbed the back of the blade with his fingertips, speaking diabolical words. "I've heard that most warlocks are trained to resist mind control at the Magic Academy. Our sigils won't do much for you, so how about a new trick?"

Amber eyes gleamed with excitement, "Let's make a bet that if you can hold on for two hours later and don't give in, you'll be free again! Otherwise... oh, no, no otherwise."

"Such a fun thing can't be monopolized by one person!" Oaks squatted down next to Serret, picked up a pair of tweezers, and the firelight illuminated his pale gums, "Let's play alone for half an hour, but let's talk about it first, let's go Be careful. Don't break the toy early."

"Don't worry, I packed a lot of potions, marigold potions, and the swallow potion specially used for witchers. After the magic transformation, the warlock must be able to drink a few bottles? Anyway, he definitely won't die!"

The young witcher stretched out his hands, and several shimmering medicine jars were lined up in front of Matteo.

The warlock's arrogance instantly extinguished, his nose bleeds and his face twitched, his muscles twitching, and his body, which was much thinner than those of the witchers, was shaking like a sieve.

"Isn't there a transfiguration spider hidden near Nuocheng? Catch them and lock them together. After a month, you will be able to harvest a nest of small spiders and make charcoal grilled spider legs." The bald man glanced at the warlock with a blank expression. , "Have you ever done a similar experiment? Believe me, the feeling of spider eggs squirming in the body is very ecstasy. It's much more 'happy' than going to the spear cave to have fun."

"You don't need to be so troublesome, let me peel the skin first, sprinkle some salt, and cut off his flesh one by one!" Kaiyan and the vulture stood side by side, one red, one green, and two pairs of eyes. Like a hungry beast, it emits a faint light, "The traditional craftsmanship of the cat pie, three hundred and sixty knives, will never let you die before you finish cutting it."

Saying that, Kaiyan picked up the scalpel!

"Stop!" Matteo suddenly shouted, and lowered his head,

"Puff-"

Knees on the ground, one of the three giants of Nuocheng, Matteo Sikura, knelt down in front of the witcher.

"I will dispel the spell, but I... just ask you to give me a good time!" Matteo raised his head, with tears glistening in his eyes because of humiliation and fear,

"Don't torture!"

"It turns out that you are also a coward who bullies the soft and fears the hard. But it's a good attitude to be willing to cooperate."

"Now tell me the way, the torture can be reduced by half, one hundred and eighty knives." Kayan's rough and powerful palm pressed the Warlock's shoulder, the scalpel dangled around his eyelids, and suddenly stuck and dragged, dragging A slender blood hole appeared.

Blood seeped from the eyelids, and one of the warlock's eyes was dyed blood red,

"I've lost my patience. I'll give you three seconds to think about it. Do you agree?"

"Gollum..."

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