The Divine Hunter

Karak, the pocket kingdom between Cidaris and Verdon.

In the middle of the night, the lights came on in the bedroom on the second floor of the villa of Rita Nieder, the former royal adviser to magic.

The flames of the fireplace and the moonlight shining from the window shrouded the figures of a man and a woman.

Rita Need placed the goblet on the table, and the sound of the glass hitting the table caught the man's attention.

"What brought the famous snake school witcher, the little villain Roy to the poor house? This makes me curious." She turned her head, her red hair swayed, and her pretty face flashed a touch of inquiry.

"It's the first time you took the initiative to ask to come to my side as a guest. Could it be that there is something very important?"

"I haven't seen you for more than a month. Come and see you." Roy replied without changing his face, "Last time you mentioned that the consultant's work was not going well, did you solve it?"

Dark golden pupils swept across the woman's cheeks.

The warm peach rouge softened her pointy cheekbones, but couldn't hide it completely. Coral lipstick framed her lips so dreamily, even a little too perfect.

And her red hair, natural and pure, was slightly rusty, reminiscent of summer and fox fur.

Such red hair is usually accompanied by freckles, which, in general, are quite numerous. But there was nothing on Rita's face.

Jade-like smooth and flawless, you can feel the temperature and elasticity.

Roy's heart was restless, and some symptom that had been suppressed and asleep suddenly woke up.

"It's amazing to see you so attentive for the first time. I can handle my work myself. But little villain..." Coral rested her chin with one hand, her purple cardamom-coated nails and her delicate skin glowed, she smiled. Er smiled, "You came in the dark, must have other ulterior motives?"

Her body was closer to the witcher, and a fragrant rose scent hit her face.

Roy took a deep breath, his eyes involuntarily swept across her face, her simple and unadorned white dress.

Well, this dress.

The simple design allows him to admire her charming figure and the pearl necklace around her neck undisturbed.

The one he gave last time.

The sorceress was equally satisfied with the other's performance.

This is her carefully chosen outfit.

The witcher was wearing black, she was wearing white.

Just in line with the occult principle of black and white intertwined.

"Don't tell me?" The sorceress saw that he didn't answer, and got up with a smile. "Then come with me first and visit my laboratory."

"Then I will see if the Warlock's experimental equipment is as professional as it is said to be."

...

Rita Ned's alchemy room was not far away. After walking along the corridor of the villa for half a minute, she pushed open a mahogany door and came to a dark and spacious room.

The room was filled with a warm and intoxicating aroma that tickles the nose, and shelving on all sides with bundles of herbs and plant roots.

Numerous glassware, pottery and porcelain vases are neatly stacked on several delicate and sturdy rectangular tables.

With a flick of her hand, Rita Nieder snapped her fingers, and a charcoal fire instantly lit in an odd cylindrical stove shaped like a bloated hourglass, and the room was lit by a faint glow.

Surrounding the stove are cobwebs of gleaming glass jars of various sizes, curved in arcs and spirals. One of the glass jars had a wooden barrel under it, and was dripping some kind of liquid into the barrel.

Roy looked at the stove, tsk tsk,

"A genuine brewing furnace, connected to a distiller, equipped with distillation columns and condenser tubes, and exquisite alchemy equipment. It's a pity that it's a bit old, and it has been used for more than fifty years, right?"

"Have you seen newer equipment elsewhere?"

"Nuocheng, the witcher's alchemy room, happens to have a better pair. You are welcome to visit at any time."

"Let's talk about it when we host the grass trial for that kitten."

Roy nodded, reached out to catch a drop of liquid dripping from the end of the pipe, and licked his fingers with a hint of doubt on his face.

"Is there a drink in here?"

"The distillate of mandrake... Maybe you have heard that women who study magic like to use mandrake to make a 'charm ointment', which makes themselves extra beautiful and charming by smearing." The sorceress casually He picked up a measuring cup, carefully scooped up the liquid from the bucket, and handed it to the witcher, looking at him with watery eyes, "But it can also be taken orally to make people feel as happy as drinking, have a drink?"

Roy hesitated.

"What's the matter, you're worried about me being poisoned?" Coral smiled mysteriously. "The mandrakes have been dried and properly processed, and the distillate has been filtered, so the poison has been completely removed, and there are absolutely no side effects. Do you believe me? "

The witcher was noncommittal, and if he remembered correctly, mandrake was still an herbal remedy for destroying willpower and bringing lovers together.

In the middle of the night, you let me drink this stuff, for what purpose?

Roy took a quick sip from the glass, waited for the wine to ferment in his mouth for a while, and then drank it. An exciting warmth filled his stomach, but when it rushed into his nose, the corners of his eyes were not affected. Drop a tear in control.

"Uh... this distillate is strong... stronger than vodka with White Seagull."

Coral also drank a glass of mandrake filtrate, wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, and the sides of his cheeks were flushed red.

"Okay, little bastard, I visited the laboratory and tasted the wine, if you don't tell the real purpose..." Coral breathed at him with the fragrance of mandala grass, and the breeze blew a strand of red hair on her temples On the witcher's face, slender fingertips pushed hard on his chest, and his purple-painted nails were about to pierce his flesh, "Today, don't even think about leaving!"

…

Two figures covered in alcohol were sitting side by side by the floor-to-ceiling windows beside the laboratory.

There is a giant telescope on a tripod by the window sill, through which, you can clearly see the ships in Kerak Harbor in the night.

"Remember the warning I gave you the last time you rowed?"

Roy's eyes looked through the hazy night, and the gorgeous domed buildings in the city of Karak looked like giants standing still under the moonlight.

"Don't go to the mountain, it is life-threatening?" Coral was moved and amused, and crooked her coral-colored lips, "Little villain, I didn't expect you to think about my safety even in your dreams."

"But dreams and reality are often the opposite...you just care too much!"

"No, Coral, listen to my explanation. To be exact, it's not an illusory dream, but a strong intuition, a hunch obtained after the trial and mutation of the grass." Roy turned his head and looked at her smooth and pretty Face, serious expression, "The scene in the premonition highly overlaps with some scenes that have happened in the past, and even some scenes that will happen in the future... There are many real examples that have verified my intuition-"

"I found the long-lost blueprint of the school, escaped from fatal danger again and again, contacted the witchers of the wolf faction and the cat faction, and made a covenant with them."

The sorceress's eyes shone brightly.

A month ago, it was she who opened the portal to the Blue Mountains for the Snake Pie, so she naturally knew that Roy had gone to Kyle Mohan.

But she did not expect that the conservative and stubborn wolf school would be persuaded.

"The wolf faction has arrived in Novigrad?"

"The Witcher Brotherhood is waiting for you at any time."

Brotherhood of witchers?

Rita Ned turned her face in surprise.

And the witcher pretended not to see the gorgeous and colorful angelfish tattoo on the skirt.

"I really can't imagine that an ordinary witcher would have the talent of a prophet, even without the help of magic props, through astrological divination. A glib little bastard."

Coral folded her hair, still expressing her doubts, "This intuition is an illusion formed every time you succeed, and I have no reason to go to the mountain, let alone die in that place."

"Actually, the information in my head is more specific... It's like the pictures and sounds transmitted by a telescopic mirror in real time." Roy retorted,

"How specific?"

"The reason why you went to Sorden is because of a brutal war," Roy looked at Rita Ned's blue eyes and added weight, "and you, because of the advisor to the King of the North, and a member of the Brotherhood of Warlocks identity, forced to be involved in it.”

"Wait, there's a war near Sodden?" Rita Ned lowered her head. As an adviser to the King of Veraxus in the Kingdom of Kerak, she was quite sensitive to politics, but she couldn't imagine that the one who was traversed north by the Soden, where the Yaruga River is divided into upper and lower parts, what is the significance of such a war?

"Upper Sorden is a vassal of Sintra, and Lower Sorden belongs to Temeria, so who started the war? Which country is the opponent?"

"Not in the north." Roy shook his head, "It was the Nilfgaardian Empire in the south that invaded the north."

Shan Shan's delicate brows were locked even tighter, and then her eyes narrowed, as if she was about to eat him, she grabbed his arm, "Little bastard, are you making fun of me?"

"The emperor in the south is crazy and treats King Foltest as nothing? How dare he openly invade the giant in the north!" Coral analyzed, "I have also heard rumors that the Nilfgaardian army is in Amer. Stationed at the foot of the mountain, I do have some ideas for the northern countries."

"As long as the emperor of Nilfgaard is still a little sensible, he must first choose the kingdom of Sintra, which is closer and weaker, and is located by the sea, instead of ignoring Sintra, directly crossing the Yaruga River, and invading Temeri. Ya!"

"You guessed right Coral..." Roy said blankly.

A gust of cold wind blew from the depths of the night, and Rita Ned's thin white dress did not provide any protection against the cold. She shivered all over and got close to the witcher.

Share a little warmth.

she whispered to herself,

"Nilfgaard dares to attack Temeria, which means that Sintra has been..."

Roy nodded, "Coral, whether you believe it or not, the southern imperial army is stronger than you can imagine. And the new emperor of the south, Emhyr Enris, the white flames flying over the enemy's grave, after years of hard work, The only goal is to expand the territory and conquer the whole world."

"If he doesn't completely occupy the north, he will never give up!"

"A Cintra didn't cause much trouble for Nilfgaard's northward march, much less fill Emhyr's appetite."

...

"Nilfgaard dares to invade Sintra, and its vassals Wieden and Brugg will never sit idly by!" Rita Ned said, "As long as the three countries unite and can hold back for a while, the Northern Kingdom will definitely Support will be sent!"

"It's all a few small countries... they have no power to fight back in front of Nilfgaard." Roy shook his head,

"And the most powerful states in the north, Vizmir II of Redania and Foltest of Temeria, are busy restraining each other with tariffs and trade laws."

"Aden's Demawi and Kaldwin's Henselt struggle never stops."

"The Tisser family of Keville and Povis and the Humphorth of Camgonn are on fire."

"They didn't even think about helping Sintra, and they didn't realize how powerful Nilfgaard was."

Every word of the witcher was irrefutable.

The northern kingdom is constantly fighting, and wants to unite and fight the enemy, unless the war burns to the home.

Rita Need quietly retracted her long legs hanging from the windowsill, her chin resting on both knees, her eyes flickering.

"Until Nilfgaard conquered Sintra with lightning speed, he continued to send troops to attack Soden and tore a shortcut to the north."

"At that time, the kings realized that the situation was critical and sent coalition troops to obstruct it. The Brotherhood of Warlocks, which was deeply connected with the royal families of the northern countries, also sent members to support."

"And you are in it."

The sorceress was no longer in the mood to question his words, and she leaned quietly on the witcher's shoulder, closing her eyes and listening quietly.

Roy took a deep breath, and through the dark night, Anjin's pupils seemed to see the interlaced firelight in the distance and the torrent of time and space.

he said aloud,

"I heard the screams of killing near the lower Soden on the north bank of the Yaruga River."

"Countless soldiers gathered on the north and south corridors. Nilfgaardian cavalry in black cloaks and winged helmets flanked from the flanks. A never-ending grinding mill of flesh and blood, tens of thousands of people have been strangled and seriously injured or died!"

"In the small castle on the top of Suoshan Mountain, the warlocks who were pampered in the past ... were forced to be involved in a huge machine of war." Roy continued, his voice became heavy, and his face was as cold as ice, "The casters from the north and the south, more than four Ten warlocks collide from a distance."

"There are noisy flames, flaming arrows and bursting fireballs, screams and collisions, the flames are soaring, the mountains are shaking, from fireballs to Azullie's thunderbolt... There are endless large-scale spells!"

"At the end of the battle, most spellcasters bleed for overuse of the magic seven orifices."

"More warlocks caught fire and spontaneously ignited because of the accumulation of too much chaotic energy in their bodies."

"So me?" Coral interjected suddenly, whispering, "How did I die?"

Roy didn't say a word, and suddenly clenched the sorceress's icy catkin. "Don't worry, with me, you will definitely be able to live well."

"I will take you out of this land of right and wrong, this is a witcher's promise!"

In fact, Rita Nieder suffered a great deal of torture before she died in the Battle of Sodden — lying in a pool of blood, losing her limbs, screaming horribly…

She and about a dozen other victims were called the Suoden Fourteen.

With the image of a hero who fought against the southern invaders, he will live forever.

But to die is to die.

"When was the Battle of Solomon?"

"Just next year..."

"You mean, without changes, I only have more than a year to live?"

...

Blue eyes and dark gold pupils stared at each other for a moment.

Coral suddenly stood up on the window sill, covered her red lips and giggled coquettishly, laughing her back and forth, white flowers trembling under the pearl chain, "Little villain, this story is very exciting, you're really a jerk if you don't become a bard. ."

The witcher lowered his head and sighed, "You don't believe me?"

"On the contrary..." The sorceress jumped off the ledge, and suddenly wrapped her arms around the witcher from behind, her chin resting on his shoulders, her red lips touching his ear, and she exhaled, "I thought about it again, and asked At first glance, the mountaineering campaign sounds like a shocking hoax."

"But every one of your views, the power of Sintra and its allies, the relationship between the northern kingdom, the ambitions and trends of the southern empire, are all logical and impeccable."

The sorceress's face was stunned, and her heart was fluctuating.

It is difficult for anyone to remain calm after hearing about such a war that concerns the future destiny of everyone.

She even had the illusion of being in a dream.

"It's by no means made up. I don't care where your hunch comes from. How does a witcher know so many twists and turns."

Roy breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, it didn't waste so many words.

"The problem is that when the moment of the decisive battle comes, Nilfgaard invades Sodden. As you said, I can't help myself and can only take orders."

The sorceress gave the witcher a gentle force with her palms to turn her face toward her, then leaned in, nose to his, eyes to his.

Chu Chu looks pitiful.

"Little villain, big prophet, how are you going to save me?"