The Divine Hunter

Early the next morning, it was not yet dawn.

The witcher packed up and set off again.

There are countless rough roads in the Blue Mountains.

Many go deep into the mountains and many go beyond them.

Most are deceitful dead ends, many more inhabited by dangerous wildlife.

The Oaks brothers led the way. With their rich experience in crossing mountains and mountains and the guidance of animal skin maps, they crossed the most dangerous and wrong roads, along the gray-white mountain walls, through canyons, ravines, and forests.

All the way calm, and after two nights.

Hunt five wild animals, enjoy a few barbecues, and harvest a few pelts.

The third morning.

The snow-capped mountaintops in the distance shone golden as the sun pierced through the thick clouds.

The witcher entered a wild, rugged, wide valley, where the messy boulders spread all the way to the steep hillside on the other side, and a wide creek ran through the middle of the valley, which was in the upper reaches.

The foam beat against the warm stones of the river, and the logs drifted down the river, hitting the shallow riverbed.

On the other side of the river, in a place full of gravel and overgrown with weeds, a log cabin covered with moss and dilapidated appeared in front of everyone.

Oakes, whose chin was covered with pale blue stubble, glanced at the X-mark on the map, wiped the sweat from his face, and grinned.

"Guys, here we are!"

...

"Dong dong..."

"Dong dong..."

His thick index finger tapped the door lightly.

The four witchers waited quietly outside the house for ten seconds, but no one answered.

"Are we coming early?" Roy rubbed his temples, his face was not very good, "December 23, it's just two days after entering the month of reincarnation."

"You said, will the wolf pie be at the end of the reincarnation moon,

Coming in February? "

"Why don't you wait a month, there are plenty of products in the mountains, enough for us to eat." The bald man suddenly squatted in front of the door, his fingers clasped a piece of wet soil, "But can't you check carefully before you say this? Although the door is tight Locked, no breathing or heartbeat can be heard inside the house, but there was apparently a human presence in the vicinity not long ago."

The big man pulled away the weeds, revealing a row of extremely faint footprints on the wet sand.

"Judging by how hard the soles of the feet touched the ground, there is no doubt that it was a witcher. I guess he went out hunting."

...

As if responding to the inference of the bald man.

Everyone suddenly raised their heads and perked up their ears. On the flat ground on the hillside behind the house, among the green woods, there was the sound of friction and the sound of someone's light and fast footsteps.

A ghostly shadow jumped between the tree trunks. His posture among the trees was graceful and fast, and he didn't even need to stretch his arms to maintain his balance, which was more flexible than an ape.

The figure galloped past without a pause, looming among the trees, but did not touch a single branch.

He suddenly jumped off a tall branch and rolled to the ground to dissipate the momentum.

Running down the hillside to the front.

Everyone finally saw what he looked like.

A tall man, about 1.9 meters in height, wore an open short jacket with black vertical stripes on a red background, wide shoulders and a wide back to hold the clothes high, and the leather waistcoat was inlaid with shiny metal shorts. nail.

Two sword hilts emerged from the back.

The lower body is the more common gray tights and leather boots of witchers.

Under the short brown hair combed into the middle part, his face is not very good, the facial features are rough, the nose is slightly curved to the right, the amber vertical pupils, and the cheeks are slightly swollen.

The side beard was not shaved clean enough, leaving a circle of light blue stubble.

But the most striking thing was a long line of centipede-like, twisted scars that ran down the corner of the mouth and chin from the right eyelid.

Coupled with his calm and infiltrating expression, it is easy to think of perverts and killers.

Escal

Age: 82

Sex: Male

Occupation: Wolf school witcher

life:?

Mana: 150

Attributes:

Strength: 22

agile:?

constitution:?

Perception: 16

Will: 12

Charisma: 4

Spirit: 15

Skill:

Witcher Seal lv10, Alchemy lv8, Meditation lv8, Wolf School Longsword Swordsmanship lv10

witcher senses lv8

other?

...

Roy observed the wolf demon hunter. He originally thought that the person who came to meet him would be Lambert or Geralt, who had a more outgoing personality, but he never thought of Escal.

In his inherent impression, Iskar is the most mysterious of the four wolf factions.

About his deeds, there is little ink in games and books.

The most impressive thing is his character.

Like a hard-working old cow, a calm and down-to-earth old man.

But he also had some brilliant records.

In another world, for example, Triss Merigold said, "If there is a man who is stronger than Geralt, it's Escal."

As a result, as a proof, at the end of everything, Triss married the most fierce man in her heart, Escal.

Of course, everything is undecided in this world right now, after all Triss doesn't even know Geralt.

…

"The four must be friends of the Snake faction?"

The man walked to the wooden house and stood five meters away from the others. His amber pupils swept across the pendants between the four of them's necks, and he actually recognized everyone's identities quite well.

"Lesso, Oaks, Serret, Roy? Good morning! I'm from Kyle Morhan, Iskar of the Wolf School."

He raised a bloody roe deer in his hand.

"Everyone who came from a long distance, must be tired and hungry. How about sitting in the house? Fill your stomach first, and let's chat while eating."

His voice was very low and steady, which inexplicably made people feel at ease and at ease.

...

Empty wooden house, shabby and dilapidated.

Stubble stubborn weeds emerged from the gaps in the log walls, and there were pale cobwebs hanging from the four corners of the house.

Inside the wooden house, apart from a bed made of hay, there is only an iron pot in the center, a grill, and a few yellow and rancid wooden bowls.

A series of swallowing and sipping sounds of "Ziz" sounded.

The five witchers sat on the hide carpet beside the wok, enjoying a steaming pot of stewed broth with turnips, carrots, and potatoes.

Eskar added a piece of charcoal to the bonfire.

The face under the firelight was unexpectedly gentle, and the scars became less scary. "More than three months ago, Geralt returned to the castle ahead of schedule and suddenly announced to everyone that he had met four friends in Sintra and wanted to To be invited as a guest at home."

"To be honest, I can't remember decades. That guy has never brought anyone home, let alone a man, an apprentice, or even a woman."

"Oh? Doesn't that guy Geralt have a lot of friends? Why has he never invited guests?" Roy asked.

"Yes, he hunted dragons with dwarves, helped Foltest save his daughter, and slept with many sorceresses..." Escal shook his head and commented sharply, "But he's very awkward, and he doesn't care about most of them. If people are too close, they seem to be worried that they are too close, and they will be afraid to separate."

That's right! Roy nodded his head like garlic. The various legendary experiences of Lord White Wolf fully demonstrate that he is a hypocritical and tangled person.

"I was unexpectedly invited to four guests at once this time," Escal stared at the scraps in the bowl and shook his head, "I thought at first that there was someone who wanted to attack Kyle. Mohan, instilled ** soup in him."

Why "again"?

Roy's heart moved, and Escal skipped some content. Kyle Morhan suffered a massive invasion many years ago.

The school has plummeted since that time.

…

"Haha! Then how did you finally make a decision?" Oaks asked with a smile.

"Vesemir checked him from head to toe, inside and out, to make sure he wasn't enchanted or cursed."

"Then the old rules, vote..." Escal shrugged, "Kyle Mohan hasn't been lively for many years, and it's in a dilapidated state. The valuable treasures have long been taken away, and it is unprofitable. Occasionally come A few friends are fine."

"I abstained from voting."

"Lambert seems to have some kind of prodding to vote against."

"Geralt and Vesemir voted for it. So... I was finally sent here to receive guests." Escal took a few mouthfuls of the fatty stew, "I thought you guys would come at least in January, but I didn't expect it so early? Shortly after the winter solstice, I haven't had time to hunt something big and prepare a hearty feast of cured meat."

Roy was a little disappointed when he heard the words, it seemed that Geralt did not pass on the concept of the Brotherhood to his companions.

"Nuocheng's affairs are all done. Anyway, we have nothing to do, so we decided to leave early..."

Roy paused, "I thought Master Vesemir would not agree."

The three big men of the Snake faction shook their heads inadvertently. In their imagination, the oldest master should be the most conservative one.

"Geralt persuaded him...describes the characteristics of everyone in detail, which aroused the curiosity of the old guy." The man's amber pupils swept across the faces of several people,

"What did he say?" Oakes asked curiously.

"Lesso, the calm bald guy, Serret, the calm wise man, Brother Oaks, you're very lively... uh... you should be able to talk better with Lambert..."

Oaks opened his mouth wide and made up his mind that he must see Lambert, who is holy.

"And you, Roy, the youngest snake demon hunter, you are very bold and imaginative, full of vigor and vigor, and perfectly interprets the old saying 'newborn calves are not afraid of tigers'."

A trace of melancholy flashed across Eskar's face, as if thinking of someone.

"You're still... er... ranting, never mind, I'm just repeating Geralt's original words, you like to preach hyperbole and astonishing things. It just sounded like crazy and lunatic ravings."

Roy put down the bowl in his hand instantly, his face darkened, and the meat in his mouth was not so fragrant.

And Leto tensed his face, turned his head to one side, and his expression became even more rigid.

Serrit's mouth twitched.

Oakes laughed exaggeratedly.

"I can't describe it any more! If this kid isn't from a school, if he doesn't know the truth about him, I'll definitely think he's crazy!"

Escal suddenly changed the conversation. "Geralt said it later. After thinking about it carefully, your words seem to have a little bit of truth. So can you tell me what strange things were said to him?"

Roy's lips moved,

The bald man answered first, "Our visit this time is the little devil's proposal!"

"Young man, thinking wildly, thinking about what's coming out...that chance meeting in Cintra, he mentioned to Geralt that he was very interested in Kyle Morhan and wanted to talk to the Wolf faction. Guys make friends."

"There is no doubt that this kind of behavior is indeed very abrupt. After all, it was a junior meeting at that time. How to say it, it is too shallow."

"So it is." The witcher of the wolf faction nodded, and made such an outrageous request when they first met, to visit the other party's hometown as a guest, no matter how you look at it, it was ill-intentioned.

But Geralt's intuition has always been accurate, since he uncharacteristically agreed to the request.

Just trust a few people.

"Everyone came to Kyle Mohan not just to make a few friends, right?" Escal asked further.

"If it's a replacement, buddy, you should understand that these days are different. The witcher is weak and anyone can step on it," Oakes said, patting his chest, but it was enough, and he made a heavier remark. for later.

"So it's always right to make a few more friends, and you can help each other if you encounter any trouble in the future..."

Escal lowered his head.

It was the first time he had heard such direct, unabashed remarks.

Most witchers go their separate ways and never bother to make friends with other school members.

In comparison, these people in front of them seem too utilitarian, but they are refreshing enough!

"Then, I am here to represent the Wolf School first, and welcome everyone to visit!"

The five raised wooden bowls.

"Gulu Gulu" made a bowl of broth.

"Are you enough to eat, drink, and rest? If you don't go with me, you'll be home before tonight!"

...

Under the leadership of Eskar, the five witchers galloped along the wide depression in the valley, through the sprawling forest among the jagged boulders, and the stream at the bottom of the valley.

Their sharp skills allow them to travel across mountains and rivers as if they were walking on the ground.

At one point they were high up in the valley, and in front of them a long trunk supported by a few boulders: dark bark, emerald green with moss and ferns, bare branches.

If the body is unbalanced, it is easy to fall and cause serious injury.

But it is the only way to the depths of the valley.

"It's called the Killer's Road." Eskar noted the curious gaze of the young witcher and explained calmly, "There are many barriers around Kyle Morhan to prevent foreign intruders, and they change every year. "

"The snake school should have similar terrain, right? It's good for training new apprentices."

"Well, I think the exercise effect of the wooden stakes is already good."

…

The witcher traverses the killer roads safely and nimbly, or the single log between the boulders, or the steep mountain road on the edge of the cliff... from morning to afternoon, and then to evening.

Cross another valley and climb a semi-circular hillside.

Finally, the legendary ancient sea fortress showed a rough outline - the ruins of the steep stone wall, the half-destroyed trapezoidal city wall, the remnants of the outer fortress and the city gate, and the rough and sturdy main castle building.

Accommodating a few hundred people is no problem.

"Wow, look at this beauty..." Oakes blew a loud whistle, "not inferior to Gersveld!"

The rest of the Snake Sect witchers all looked solemn.

It's bigger and more shabby than everyone thinks.

Also more shocking.

After a minute of attention.

Another quarter of an hour, they stepped on the only remaining slab bridge on the moat of the fortress, followed the stone road in the courtyard, and walked to an iron-clad grille door. Behind the worn iron door, there was a dark corridor.

In the corridor, a tall figure with pale hair could be vaguely seen.

"Friends of the Snake Pie, welcome to Kyle Morhan!"

A low voice full of magnetism came out.

Everyone's spirits are shocked!

"Geralt, how are you!"