The Divine Hunter

The flickering firelight fell on the sorceress's smooth and delicate cheeks. The red spice that the high-level vampire smeared on her cheeks, chin and bridge of her nose was like a tattoo on her face, adding a touch of beauty and wildness to her. Like a princess from Zerekan, east of the Blue Mountains.

She was kidnapped by an evil beast and was lying on a primitive stone bed, pitifully waiting for the prince to rescue her.

However, the "Prince" was beyond her expectations.

He was wearing gray leather armor stained with blood, tight leather pants, tall and straight, with two swords on his back, and his iris was different from ordinary people.

She looks very young and handsome, with short black hair, slightly pointed ears, a straight nose, thick eyebrows, and deep and bright eyes, which remind her of the stars in the night sky.

And there's a deja vu familiarity.

Where have you seen it?

"You are—" She suddenly realized that the invisible force that bound her body had completely disappeared, and immediately sat up from the stone bed, but unexpectedly, her hands and feet hadn't moved for a long time, and a numbness came from all over her body.

The foot was soft again, and the sorceress's left shoe with a low heel stepped on her right foot, and her body fell forward uncompromisingly——

She threw herself into the Demon Hunter's arms, and wrapped her arms around his waist and back subconsciously.

Holding each other so desperately and tightly, it was like reuniting with a lover after a long absence.

The sorceress buried her face in his arms and remained silent for a long time.

She swears to God that she has never had such a big embarrassment in her life... Without finishing a sentence, she directly gave her arms to the savior?

Triss, Triss, you are really a woman, do you still have any shame?

Her ears were hot and her cheeks were on fire.

The strong smell of blood on the witcher's clothes penetrated into her nose, making her heart beat wildly.

She looked up.

Four eyes facing each other.

However, seeing the other party's strange expression, he was a little overwhelmed and tried his best to maintain his calm expression.

She couldn't help but relax, and a longing surged in her heart—let me lean on for a while longer.

"Ms. Triss Merigold...meet again," the witcher said, helping her involuntarily and making her sit back on the stone bed, then smiled at her, looking a little tired, " I'm Roy the Viper School Demon Hunter, do you still have any impressions?"

"Ah? Remember, I remember..." Triss quickly adjusted her mood from the loss, took out a white handkerchief, and wiped the red dye on her face like a cover, confusing the blush on her cheeks, she looked in a trance, "Roy , The Filth Terminator - The Butcher of the Sewers... The Vizima Opera House occasionally presents this provenance play."

"You've changed so much..." She straightened her waist, raised her chin slightly, and managed to regain a little lady's restraint and calmness.

You weren't so masculine back then.

She crossed her legs and reached out to the witcher with the back of her hand.

"Ah, the sewer butcher is the sewer butcher..." Roy gave a kiss, sighed and accepted his fate, then pretended to know nothing and said, "Your beauty is still the same as before, but I'm very curious. How could you suddenly appear in such a dangerous place."

He looked at the sorceress, who had an abnormal flush on his face.

The blue eyes were also a little damp.

If it was Coral sitting across from him, he must have put his hand on her forehead.

"Are you feeling unwell? I brought some superficial medicine for healing."

Triss shook her head, took a deep breath, and let the electric current from the back of her palm disappear.

She felt better than ever.

She enjoys the moment.

The sorceress wrapped her index finger around the hair around her neck, trying her best to stop the joyful shudder brought by the witcher's touch, and her originally excited mood subsided slightly.

She thought of those White Rose Knights who were seriously injured by high-level vampires, and she didn't know how they were now.

Have you been treated in time?

She recounted the night's experience, and then looked at the witcher with gleaming eyes,

"Roy, you killed that high-level vampire, right? How did you do it, and what is that big octopus?"

"Actually, when I fought with that guy just now, I found that it was seriously injured, so I picked up a cheap...big octopus? It should be the illusion that it created to scare me."

The sorceress looked surprised, the high-level vampire was seriously injured?

how is this possible?

She personally witnessed the guy's terrifying combat power, not to mention the ability to resist spells... A dozen White Rose knights were like sheets of paper in front of it, vulnerable to a single blow.

It was humming happily while preparing the seasoning, how could it possibly be hurt?

She wanted to read the witcher's mind, but worried about offending her savior.

Noticing her expression, Roy added, "Actually, there are other reasons... The generosity of a famous alchemist, Kalkstein, sponsored me... He entrusted me to track and hunt this high-level vampire, and Supported a lot of my enchanted equipment, such as the new alchemy bomb he recently researched...even the flying dragon will be killed."

"It hit it hard."

Kalkstein, this is the end, don't blame me for pulling you into the water...

The sorceress had a stunned expression on her face. Of course, she had heard of the famous alchemist.

As expected of him, he actually took the initiative to find trouble with high-level vampires that ordinary people could not avoid.

"Ms. Triss, I have an unkind request..." Roy said suddenly, looking at her.

Here again, that feeling is here again.

Merigold experienced that tingling sensation again, sweat pouring from his palms, shortness of breath... His heart thumped, and the blush on his cheeks could no longer be concealed.

She was full of tension and anticipation.

If the savior makes some kind of unreasonable request, should I agree or not?

She clenched her legs and tightened her cheeks.

Under the amber patterned leather jacket, his chest was trembling.

Roy noticed her abnormality and shook his head secretly. The lady must have suffered an injury.

"I want to ask you to help me keep it a secret," he turned around and solemnly pleaded, "Don't leak this out! You should know that if this high-ranking companion knew that I had killed it, he would definitely seek revenge on me. ."

"I, and Master Kalkstein, don't want to be missed by a bunch of vampires."

"Ah?!" Triss trembled all over, her red lips parted slightly, and she lowered her head in frustration, "I-I can swear to the goddess of magic, I will keep this secret for you... Otherwise, you will make me ugly!"

"Grateful…"

"No, Roy, I should be grateful to you..." The sorceress pressed the heart-shaped pendant on her neck with one hand, her face turned pale, and she said with lingering fears, "You saved my life from the clutches of that fur-drinking monster, otherwise I would It's turned into a pile of bones."

"So, I owe you my life..." Triss Che Cornflower's eyes stared straight at the witcher, her flushed face, moist eyes, slightly raised lips, and charming, "How should I repay you?"

Follow me back to Nuocheng and help me improve the herbal medicine.

Roy said it again in his heart, but he refused, "I just accepted the guidance of fate, and it happened to be... That's all. Fate will give me a gift, not you."

"Your Excellency, isn't the life of a warlock worthy of a gift in your heart?" Triss said with a bit of dissatisfaction, put her hands on her hands, and left the stone bed. Her body didn't seem to recover, and she staggered closer to the hunter. Demon.

A scent of roses blew over, but it was far less intense than coral.

Fresher and more refreshing.

"That's not what I meant... Your life is very important." Roy shook his head helplessly, "Okay, thank you... Let me think about it, please?"

"Think slowly and think carefully about...money, alchemy materials, other requirements, as long as I can..." Triss swayed slightly over his body, and looked around the hall, but only saw Bloodstains all over the place.

A pair of eyes flickered.

"Where are the corpses of the high-ranking vampires?"

Roy walked to her left and stood side by side, her hair on both shoulders was redder than coral.

"After it died, it turned into a pool of blood and disappeared completely."

In fact, the soulless humanoid shell had already been put into the coffin given to him by Roy by Roy, and then put into the loot package.

as a consignment item.

Roy also took advantage of the opportunity to collect the second component of the "spirited elixir" - the blood essence of high absorption.

Now, the blood essence of the dragon is still lacking. Once the three components are complete, you can start refining the elixir and evolve the blood of the ancients.

Triss frowned her small eyebrows and turned her head suspiciously, "But I heard that high-level vampires are immortal, so easy—"

Her voice stopped abruptly, she and the witcher were so close that with a hasty turn, her soft chest touched each other... and her forehead touched his mouth.

It's like, take the initiative to send it up and let him kiss it lightly.

Triss Merigold had her second gaffe today.

Triss, you are doomed, you old maid!

It's another hug, and another "kiss"...

"Triss, where does it hurt?" the witcher whispered in his ear, and he supported her limp arm.

The sorceress was like a demon, she didn't know why she did it, but she did, she fell into the witcher's arms, looked at him apologetically, her eyes glowed with water, and her voice was weak, "I'm sorry...I , my foot seems to be hurt a little."

The tip of her nose trembled slightly, as she wished to relive the familiar breath.

The witcher glanced suspiciously at her state,

health)

Um?

"Then I'll support you." The witcher's nose pretended to pass over the lady's face and hair unintentionally, and suddenly he smelled a familiar smell - the man who had eaten a meal in the coral laboratory. Drax.

A potent drug used in couples' fun - the high-ranking vampires pulverized it and mixed it with cooking spices, smeared it on the sorceress's face, and sucked it into her body.

This time, Roy found the source of the woman's anomaly, but he kept silent.

He pretended not to know, and put one arm around her back shoulder and the other on her left elbow.

The two were very close to each other, and they walked over to the other side of the cave slowly, crossing the spice table of Grufed, which contained various spices, and the brazier on both sides.

They saw the remains of several humans, a grill and a wok, a linen sack, all of Gruefeld's possessions.

In the short ten-meter journey, Triss's heart was filled with an inexplicable emotion. She seemed to have used an excessive amount of anesthetic powder, and an electric current passed through his hand and continuously flowed through the whole body.

She was intoxicated and couldn't help it.

The long-lost affection has risen, and she is eager to fill the blank for many years and dry heart with some action.

She looked down and saw the blue moss on the ground.

She suddenly had a bold and crazy idea, moss...

She turned towards the person beside her, stood on tiptoe, raised her chin, clumsily trying to trace the source of the breath.

Come, in a cave in the moonlight, with a bed of moss...

Covered by night.

Roy suddenly clapped, and the loud applause instantly interrupted her beautiful reverie.

Involuntarily, the sorceress was helped by him to the spice table and sat down.

The witcher left her behind, quickly stepped forward and undid the linen bag, took out a small leather book and muttered, "To write a diary, this vampire is not serious at all."

He turned to look at the woman.

"Triss, to be honest, if you want to get some medicine, your face is so red, I'm afraid it's because of the night wind blowing for half a night."

The sorceress sat on the stone platform, her head lowered, her soft red hair covered most of her face, and she could not see the expression,

"No, I don't drink medicine, you can read it to me."

She rubbed her hot cheeks, her voice tinged with shame and loss.

"Cough, cough..." The witcher cleared his throat and opened the brown sheepskin booklet, which read a row of Nilfgaardian—

The Diary of Mocha Apple Gruefeld

...

January 1262

damn it!

damn it!

As the most advanced creature in this world, the existence at the top of the food chain, I, the great Grufid, are still under the control of others.

Hiding in a down-and-out aristocratic home, pretending to be a nameless rat, carefully sucking the foul-smelling blood of a half-footed old man every day.

And all of this is thanks to that adult!

Don't let your hands, control your appetite...

Are you going to make me suffer? !

I've had enough of this humiliation, and I've decided to stay away from the south and follow the Nilfgaardian army north... As long as I get out of that old guy's turf, it can't control me any longer.

All went well...I became a pawn in Army Group Center.

I'm about to go to war and feast on a devastated battlefield.

...

April 1262

Army Group Center has joined the Alba Division, Deswen Division, and Ad Fein Division of the Third Army under the Amer Mountains.

It has been stationed for more than two months now.

Daily training training, from morning to night!

"In step! In the same direction! Keep the queue tight! Act as a group!"

"prick!"

"prick!"

The spear swing made my heart ignite, and I had to suppress my physical fitness to the level of ordinary people!

Simply torture.

The only consolation, I have to admit, the army's food is quite good. Emperor Emhyr is very ambitious for this war. He did not treat the soldiers badly at all. He can enjoy meat every day: pork, venison... If it were an ordinary person, he would have been grateful. !

But I am a great race, I not only eat meat, I also drink blood!

I can't wait for the war to come, I just can't stand the days without "good wine".

I'm going crazy!

I shredded the carotid arteries of two of my fellow soldiers and sucked them into human flesh.

These two perverts were trying to be strong on me, a man, but they made a serious mistake - I never play with food.

Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, I fluttered my wings and flew away from the Amer Mountains, entered Soden on the south bank of the Yaruga River, and became a deserter!

Ha ha!

I heard that the blood of the northerners is not as dry as the southern ones... There is no terrifying elders in the north to suppress them, so let me try it out!

...

June 1262

I spent two months on several farms in Soden.

I released the nature that had been suppressed for hundreds of years, started killing and drinking blood, and came to a conclusion - pure boys and girls, and blood with magic power are the sweetest.

Add a little dread as a yeast, and it makes for a flawless, tastiest brew.

Every time I taste it, I feel how wonderful the world is, and I realize more and more that Vicovaro's two hundred years have been wasted.

I was like a maggot at the bottom of a cesspool, waiting for humans to feed on the foul-smelling feces.

The omnipresent oppression of the elders is wasting my life!

Now, my life finally has meaning!

I decided to switch places every month.

I want to eat all over the North!

...

August 1262

Wow, the dignified capital of Temeria isn't nearly as bustling as a remote southern province.

I have a clear prediction of the outcome of future wars.

This also created a huge problem, when the whole of the north became the realm of Nilfgaard.

Will that lord come to control me again?

With this in mind, I acted more recklessly.

I found out that Vizima actually lived with a fellow clan, a beautiful female beast, who lived more aggrieved than a dog.

older than me.

I can't be bothered.

After my last meal, I left Vizima…

Great Hades, bless me with a miraculous meal at last!

...

After reading the diary, the witcher and the sorceress could not help looking at each other,

"Is there a mistake, a high-level vampire, who can't get along in the south, joins the army and comes to the north?"

"Is this Gruffid a comedian?"

Roy shook his head and complained again, noting a key point in the diary.

There is no doubt that the lord who lives in Vicovalo and restricts Gruffid's behavior is the shadow elder from the south.

I don't know who is stronger than the one from Toussaint Cave.

Sooner or later he's going to meet these two old guys for a while.

He kept his mind to himself.

Triss recovered from her meditation. The experience of the royal advisor made her keenly aware that the focus of the diary was not the vampire's grumbling. secret."

But the sorceress did not expect that Emperor Nilfgaard's ambition was far more than a Sintra.

According to the description in the diary, he wants to take the entire northern region into his pocket!

"In this diary alone, the two major armies in the south are involved: the Central Army and the Third Army. It seems that it is much more than that..."

"Conservatively, there are tens of thousands of soldiers... This is beyond the original expectations of His Majesty Foltest..."

The sorceress's face became a little ugly, and her right hand couldn't help pinching a strand of hair on the side of her face, "Can Cintra hold up?"

Roy observed her expression,

"Are you going to tell Foltest the news, Triss?"

The sorceress hesitated, and perhaps it was better to hand it over to Lady Kayla Anytime Pregnant, so that she could gain the king's favor.

Seeing this, Roy simply threw the diary away,

Triss held the diary in her arms, looking surprised, she couldn't understand why the other party gave such a big gift so lightly.

"I'm a witcher, and this thing is of no use to me, but no matter how you plan to use it, please hide my existence."

Roy wanted to do an experiment, whether Princess Yada and the advice of the royal advisor could make Foltest, the stubborn king, change his mind and send troops to rescue before the catastrophe of Sintra.

Can Sintra last for a while, or even change history.

Although this chance is small, there is nothing to lose if you try it.

Triss pursed her lips, held the heart-shaped amulet between her neck with her left hand, looked up and down the witcher with her blue eyes, and said suddenly moved, "You saved my life and gave me a great gift, I, How can I thank you?"

"Have you decided yet?"

...

Roy smiled happily. Now that he has basic trust, the time is ripe.