The Divine Hunter

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A icy morning breeze blew through the fields around Kyle Morhan.

On the fourth day after the winter solstice, crystal snowflakes floated in the sky, and everything on the earth was wrapped in silver.

In the wilderness, dense pine branches trembled in the wind.

Four horses treading a light layer of snow, carrying eight knights in thick cloaks, set off west of Kyle Morhan along a path among the pines.

"Geralt, this horse is not bad, it's a mare, what's her name?" Roy patted the soft and warm back of the dark horse under him, and he couldn't help thinking of Wilt, who was far away in Nuocheng.

Crossing the Blue Mountains is not easy, because Wilt was not brought along on this trip.

I don't know if Cantila fed it on time.

"Her name is Rocky, a lively and mischievous little girl," Geralt tugged at the reins with one hand, caressed the mane of the horse's neck with the other, a gentle smile on his stiff cheeks, "generally very Obedient, occasionally panicking, throwing me off my horse in battle, or deliberately going against my orders."

"Pfft..." Rocky bared two rows of big white teeth and made a strange cry, as if expressing his dissatisfaction.

"Rocky, this name sounds...pronounced a bit like 'radish'." Roy thought of something funny, and the corner of his mouth curved, "Does it like to dance on the roof of farmers every now and then?"

"Where did you hear that?" Geralt's broad forehead showed a few wrinkles, and he looked forward, and Oaks, another maroon gelding, was pushing each other with Lambert, fighting for control of the horse.

"I got a revelation when I saw Rocky. How on earth did he do it, fly up the roof?"

"Actually... the witcher's horse is not an ordinary animal. During the long-term relationship, Rocky was influenced by a little magic potion and a seal, and became more and more... like a person." Geralt yawned, his eyes Suddenly, a dilapidated watchtower appeared on the snow-covered hill not far ahead.

"We're here."

...

The horse was tied to a nearby pine tree.

The eight climbed along the winding stone road to the front of the watchtower.

look up close,

The building is even more dilapidated.

In a long time ago, a powerful magic destroyed the entire tower from the middle and broke it into two pieces. The falling gravel from the walls, the decayed and dark wooden beams, and the stairs filled most of the interior space of the tower.

The snow was dotted with yellowing weeds, and even a few crooked-neck trees that were about to freeze to death.

"Roy, are you sure there are drawings of the Wolf Sect hidden in the tower?" Vesemir retracted his anxious eyes, "Shortly after the disaster, I searched this watchtower and found nothing."

The three of Geralt were equally puzzled.

They grew up in Kyle Morhen, and more or less played around here, and found nothing unusual.

"Maybe you were too sad at the time and didn't search carefully enough. This time, the eight people will act together, there is absolutely no problem!" Roy said confidently, and took the lead into the ruins of the watchtower, "I saw the mark of the wolf faction in the revelation. And diamond-shaped crystals! Find them and you'll find the secret passage!"

...

The observation tower is not spacious, and the size is equivalent to an ordinary hotel.

Eight people acted separately, which is extremely efficient.

But within a quarter of an hour, a mutation suddenly occurred.

The pendant between the witcher's neck suddenly began to vibrate.

A baby sobbing scream came from above the watchtower.

Waving its wings, a purple-brown humanoid monster descended from the sky!

Like a goshawk that preys on rabbits!

Pounced on the skinniest witcher.

Roy felt the wind blowing over his head, and instinctively rolled against the snowy ground.

The stench passed by.

Get together.

Dark Jin's pupils reflected a terrifyingly ugly thing.

A pair of large furry wings stretched out to a length of more than two meters, and the surface of the humanoid body was covered with rough and ugly cuticles, like a severely burned patient. There are slender and dark claws growing at the ends of the limbs, which can cut through the soft human skin and tear off a large piece of flesh with a single hook.

The head is like a human head, but it is fitted with the long beak of a vulture, and between the opening and closing, the thin and broken teeth are faintly exposed, and the ear-piercing screams!

Erinian Harpy

Age: 5

Life: 100

magic:

Attributes:

Strength: 7

Agility: 10

Constitution: 10

Perception: 7

Will: 5

Charisma: 4

Spirit: 5

Skill:

Hybrid beast (passive curing): Irene has the advantages of both eagles and fish. It can fly and adapt to water, and has strong digestion ability. It can eat carrion, fresh meat, and human flesh. Natural Dexterity +2, Constitution +2, Wisdom +2.

…

One hit.

Erinia, who was two meters away, flapped her wings, trying to lift off again in front of the witcher.

However, Roy's eyes froze!

"boom-"

There was a deafening blast of air from the watchtower.

The young witcher outlined the spell with five fingers, threw an Alder like lightning and knocked it to the ground!

Erinia's slender body was like a branch torn by the wind, wailing and flapping its wings.

The witcher took the sword of the lake girl and jumped with his toes clasped.

"Wow—"

A dark red blade passed through the air.

Arrondette easily separated the flesh and bones.

The witcher jumped in a flowing motion, swung his sword, landed, and threw away the flesh and blood from the sword.

Erinia instantly stopped all movement.

A blood line split open on the bloated neck full of flesh and folds.

Hot blood splattered everywhere.

The head and the body, as if two overlapping pieces of tofu staggered across.

"Boneless."

Rolled down to Roy's feet.

Kill Erinia, experience +80, witcher lv7 (3080/4500)

"Huh... dare to treat me as a soft persimmon, can Yinjian still feed you?!"

The young witcher took out a short knife, crouched down, and skillfully dissected and harvested the spoils.

"Well, monster livers, feathers, Erinia eyes... excellent alchemy materials!"

Lambert on the other side of the watchtower blew a whistle,

"Nice job, boy! Clean and tidy, one hit is fatal, and the release of the seal is just right, with my style back then!"

The seniors of the surrounding wolf faction and snake faction did not have time to make a move at all, and within a second or two, the battle was over.

"Come on, don't brag!" Oakes questioned, "I bet you will be caught in the sky by this ugly thing when you are fifteen years old, and your ass will be broken into eight pieces!"

"But why does this thing appear in Kyle Mohan." Roy took out his ears and automatically filtered the quarrel between the two.

As far as he knew, Erinia and her close relatives, the harpies, Sisica, usually lived only by the sea, such as Sintra and the Skellige Islands.

By the way, there is another allusion about Erinia. Roy took out the internal organs while peeling the skin, and another thing turned in his mind.

When I communicated with Coral, I heard her chat, a businessman described her as "beautiful like Erinia", and Coral teleported the guy to the monster's lair for him to witness with his own eyes.

Since then, there has been one less unrealistic businessman in the world.

In the gap between Roy's recollection, Vesemir looked around,

"It seems that we ignored the 'environmental hygiene' at home too much in the past, and we should also clean up the garbage for Kyle Mohan!"

"Look around and see if you can find Erinia's lair!"

The witchers spent a lot of time, but they didn't find any other monsters. They could only guess that this monster bird came from the mountains and forests. It accidentally left the large army and lost its way.

Less than ten minutes passed.

There was a harvest on Leto's side - in a broken wall on the west side of the watchtower, after peeling off a layer of snow, a vague wolf's head mark was found... It was carved by a sharp tool on the solid granite wall.

The pattern is small and fuzzy, and you can't see it clearly if you don't pay attention.

Because the age is too long, after the wind, the sun, the rain and the snow, it will almost disappear completely.

The crowd lifted the wall tiles marked by the wolf faction, revealing a square lattice with an azure rhombus crystal fixed inside.

"Roy, your revelation is accurate... There is a hidden mechanism in the watchtower." The old man of the wolf sect stared at the crystal, and his vicissitudes of life showed nostalgia, sighing, and a trace of self-blame, "I was old and dim-witted at the time, but this secret was sealed in dust. so many years."

If he could dig out the blueprint of the wolf faction earlier and arm the members of the school well, maybe a few comrades who died in dangerous battles in the past could survive.

The three of the wolf faction couldn't help staring at the young snake faction.

In fact, initially they didn't take this so-called revelation seriously.

It was not until now that I witnessed the miracle with my own eyes that I felt the shock—the ability to see into the past and the future, just like the legendary prophets and saints.

"According to Roy, this crystal should be able to open a secret passage?" Lambert rubbed his chin with his index finger. "What to do next, how to trigger it?"

"Obviously, this is some kind of portal power supply...but it looks damaged." Serrit's palm covered the cold crystal, "It doesn't work properly."

Amber pupils turned around and looked around,

"Everyone, who of you know the magic device repair technology?"

"Unfortunately, I have always been just a swordsman instructor, not good at portal-related fields." Vesemir shook his head,

"Basic magic knowledge is okay, but it's obviously too advanced." Geralt was helpless. "It needs a professional warlock to handle it, such as a two-hundred-year-old fortress."

"Ox, aren't you very capable, you are better than me in swordsmanship, magic and alcohol?" Lambert raised his chin and provoked the hooded witcher beside him, "If you can fix this thing! I will I obey you and recognize you as a big brother!"

"Although I can't do it..." Oaks winked at the snake sent junior, "but my little brother is definitely fine!"

"Right, Roy?!"

"Have you heard a word?" Roy crossed the crowd, squatted down and looked at the energy crystal,

"What?"

"In a case of indecision, Alder will fix it!"

The witcher's left hand outlines a blue triangle charm, and pushes it sharply at the crystal,

"boom!"

The magical airflow bombarded the crystal, and after a crisp "hum" sound, the crystal bloomed with a lustrous blue light.

At the same time, outside the broken wall on the right side of the crystal, over a wooden plywood extending into the air, a miraculously emerald green vortex appeared.

Beneath the vortex is an altitude of tens of meters.

There is no foothold at all, standing on the edge overlooking, the huge height difference makes people dizzy.

The faces of everyone became very exciting in an instant.

"This magical device is quite esoteric and looks very unique. It's actually a parallel vortex." Escal turned his head and glanced at Geralt, whose mouth was twitching, his tone was not without ridicule, "Next, let's jump directly. If you go in, will you fall to your death?"

"Guys, take a closer look at the color of this vortex, and through it you can see the snow-covered grass below, the portal is obviously incomplete!" Lesso said firmly, "Even if you jump in and don't turn into a corpse, at least you will. Gotta break a few bones"

"We have to find another crystal!"

...

Everyone had to admire the whimsy of the master in the castle. The second crystal was not in the watchtower. It took an hour to find it under the movable brick on the cliff outside the tower.

Do the same with an Alder.

The second energy crystal lit up instantly.

The air vortex in mid-air became more emerald green, completely obscuring the ant-like scenery below.

The witcher was amazed.

More than two hundred years have passed since the mob attack, and the two crystals are still working.

It's just something from a long time ago, and the safety performance cannot be guaranteed at all.

Who knows where the other side is?

There was a dispute over who would jump the vortex.

The old man Vesemir wanted to take the lead, and the other witchers were not far behind, spitting and arguing.

And Roy secretly shoved the little yellow duck in the hood to the bald man, and the eye contact was over.

The five fingers continuously outline the khaki charms and black charms.

Quinn and Heliotrop wrapped themselves up.

Physical resistance plus magic resistance, double shield upper body.

A little more confidence in my heart.

He dropped both sides of the argument, took two steps to run, and jumped directly into the green vortex!

"call--"

A strong airflow passed by.

The Witcher Week has changed.

It was as if he had traveled through a world in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, he fell from the brightly lit mid-air into a dark and cramped place.

"Wow, jumping through the portal is much more comfortable and convenient than drilling through the portal."

There's no nauseating feeling at all.

Roy snapped his fingers, and an orange fire appeared in his left hand.

Illuminate your surroundings -

A narrow, dark cave.

The ground is full of gravel and small and lovely Linnaeus wood, and withered yellow vines hang down from the ceiling of the cave.

Roy was wearing double shields, the flame in his left hand, and the sword of the lake girl in his right, standing on tiptoe, and carefully walked a few meters forward.

Not far away, a white light shone from the cave's exit.

At the same time, a cloud of blue light appeared in the air.

A demon spirit carrying a lantern and a dagger screamed and rushed over!

The witcher pressed his left hand to the ground, and the purple magic circle rose up.

The Sword of the Lake Girl danced with a sword flower, the hilt stood diagonally in front of her waist, and the tip of the sword pointed at the demon spirit, making a plow.

When the rushing demon spirit entered the magic circle and was bound by the trap, Roy stabbed several swords towards its chest and abdomen in a row, and the silver sword burned and smoked.

He was short again, nimbly drilled under the armpit of the demon spirit, and the tip of the sword stabbed its translucent back.

"what-"

The demon spirit stretched out its smoke-filled body and let out a wailing that struck the soul.

Roy's super willpower, coupled with the magic resistance effect of Heliotrope's Seal, made him immune to Wailing and took advantage of the situation to attack.

Axifa Seal!

Stunned!

One after another.

The demon spirit was frozen in place and motionless.

In the cave, the dark red sword light ran like a waterfall, and the light blue rotten body was submerged by the sword light.

Just hold for less than two seconds.

With an unwilling scream, the demon spirit turned into a pile of emerald green evil spirit dust.

Kill demon spirits, experience +70, witcher lv7 (3150/4500)

"This guy actually has 10 more experience points than the average guy."

The witcher collects good and evil spirit dust, and starts with an additional small green mutant.

"Evil spirit dust is about to accumulate enough, and I found this hidden place. Come here and try to summon evil spirits?"

Roy pondered, and simply left the Guvisil steel sword nearby as a teleportation coordinate.

Moving on, a dead bone was found at the very edge of the cave.

After a personal search, I found four dusty, but intact blueprints to start with - wolf armor, gloves, trousers, and boots.

In addition, there is a "suicide note" with trembling handwriting:

I can't move, my spine is broken, my liver or spleen is pierced, and I know it's dangerous to jump into a portal with only one crystal drive, but it's better than being caught and killed by a bunch of raging peasants. The mob broke into the tower, preventing me from activating the second crystal. I took the wolf faction equipment blueprints with me before I left - even if Warin didn't come to save me, I hope he will come to get these blueprints and save my life by the way.

I'm a fool, I don't have much time left.

…

"Huh... This corpse is one of the warlocks stationed at the watchtower. Child or Heronimus? Just finished drawing the blueprint when it was attacked."

"I didn't expect the dignified spellcaster to be cornered by a bunch of farmers with pitchforks."

"It's really sad."

Whether it's a witcher or a warlock, facing the endless army, the berserk peasants who drink like medicine are powerless.

"But I'm different. I can't beat it. At least I can flash and teleport to escape."

Roy put away the mage's remains again and slid down the cliff at the entrance of the cave.