The Divine Hunter

Led by the palace attendants, the group left the conference room and walked straight to the open-air garden on the second floor of the castle. There was a natural gladiatorial arena in the center, and the audience could enjoy the wonderful battles leisurely on the viewing platform on the second floor. .

The two rulers of Sintra were seated in the center, with the Druid Mossak to their right.

The other messengers formed a circle, with a hint of excitement and whispered discussions.

Servants pass through, distributing wine and fresh fruit.

"Dear Your Majesty, please give me some time, I have to summon the champion knight from the lodging..." Raymond's face returned to calm again, with a faint smile, as if he had won the game.

Calanthe nodded slightly,

"Lord Raymond, after the test, I look forward to Toussaint's ability to turn away from darkness."

"If I win this game by chance," Raymond bowed slightly to the two of them, "I would also like to hear your Majesty's apology."

"Although I am a woman," Calanser took her husband's arm and straightened her neck proudly, her eyes calm and confident, "but my commitment is no lighter than that of any man!"

Raymond nodded and left temporarily.

"Ester, who are you going to send, Franz, Magsievin, Reinhard?" The queen's white and slender hands were clasped together, supporting her chin, her eyes staring at her husband's dark cheeks, her expression on the There was a flash of worry, "The Beauclair Knights Tournament is well-known all over the world... Champions for three consecutive times must be outstanding in martial arts. We have to send the strongest warriors."

East smiled at his wife, his eyes flickering with flames, "Your husband is the champion of the six islands of Skellige, the seven great families, and the champion of two tournaments... The knight competition, on our side is a game played by children..."

"Let me personally pick the fruits of victory for you." His tone was sonorous, "Cintra needs such a victory, let these capricious guys know that we are strong - to form an alliance with Cintra, absolutely It's a blessing!"

"Besides, this big radish must apologize to you for his rudeness!"

Calanthe shook his head softly but firmly,

"I don't want to be a widow again, even if there is only a slight chance!"

In the gap between the two of them discussing, one is white and needless,

The eunuch in loose robes walked up to East and said respectfully,

"Your Majesty, someone outside the castle has an audience..."

"Who?"

"He calls himself the Ravex of the Four Corners of the Nameless..."

Easter's thick eyebrows furrowed, he did not remember that Cintra had such a place.

There was a hint of surprise on the queen's face, and her eyes became complicated: disgust, fear, mixed with a hint of gratitude.

For a moment, the memory rolled over.

Ten years ago, the "Lord" whom he named Lavex violated his commission regulations at Pavetta's blind date conference, and interfered with it, sabotaging the original plan of marriage with Skellige, letting his family The beautiful daughter married the "Danny" who was cursed by the hedgehog.

Downey thanked him for helping him break the curse and wanted to pay him, so the guy came up with the infamous Law of Accidents, specifying something Downey already possessed but didn't know about - Downey's daughter, Pavetta's belly The child in , Ciri, as a reward.

Four years ago, this Raviks came to the Sintra court again as agreed. Calanthe worried that he would take Ciri away under the pretext of the Law of Accidents, so he tried his best to persuade and threaten. But the guy didn't even look at his accidental son, didn't ask her name or gender, and left.

Calanthe was puzzled when he saw Ciri for the first time last year in Brock Leon and saved her life, only to send her back to court.

Today, he is here again...

So haunted.

It seemed that there was indeed some kind of deep bond between him and Ciri.

At the thought of this possibility, the queen was terrified.

"Get him away!" she growled in her heart, but quickly changed her mind.

The lord of the Nameless Land, with his skills surpassing 99% of the human race, must have no problem defeating a knight champion.

And he did give him a title and identity. Although it was only in name, there was no ceremony, and there was no practical benefit, but he was also a knight of Sintra and met the requirements of a duel.

Just at this time, it was delivered to the door.

"Call him up." Calanser turned to East and smiled. "Cintra contestants are here."

...

Following the soldiers leading the way, the two witchers turned countless corners and walked for ten minutes in the labyrinth-like castle. After passing through a door, the vision suddenly became clear, but they entered the center of the castle from the interior of the slightly claustrophobic castle. outdoor garden.

As soon as Roy and Geralt looked up, they saw the dark-faced and majestic king in the center of the second-floor observation deck, and a familiar woman next to him, wearing a golden waistcoat and still charming.

They went up.

"Ravix of Corner Four, and this..." Calanthe was surprised when he swept the young man's face, "Roy the Viper School Demon Hunter?"

"Nice to meet you, your two majesties, it's me." Roy bowed slightly to the two, looking neither humble nor arrogant.

East nodded with a smile, and looked at the two from left to right—under the tight tunic, it showed the perfect body with wide shoulders, narrow waist and strong muscles.

He was more pleasing to the eye than the potbellied nobles present.

He gave the initiative to his wife.

"I'm also very happy to meet you... Although I don't know how the two of you got together, I can probably guess the purpose of your trip." Calanser had a mysterious smile on his face, "Listen to me first. , there is just a daunting challenge in front of us, a fair, just and honorable duel that requires highly skilled 'knights'..."

"This duel is about Sintra's honor, only victory is allowed, not defeat."

"Lavex from Corner 4..." Calanthe said with a slightly teasing tone, turning his eyes to Geralt, "Would you like to represent Sintra to participate in the competition and defeat the champion knight from Toussaint? "

"The price will definitely satisfy you."

She added another sentence.

"My good granddaughter will only meet winners."

Geralt and Roy exchanged glances, and it happened that he hadn't done anything with anyone for a long time.

Then warm up.

"The two majesties, Ravex of Corner 4, and Geralt of Livia, are happy to serve you..." He bowed and nodded to Mossack.

"Geralt, there are no missing arms or legs, it seems that he has listened to my advice last time. Very good!"

The druid of the archipelago laughed heartily, his palm as thick as a bear paw patted his shoulder, and his deep eyes turned to Roy.

"The change in your kid is amazing... What is there on your body?" His forehead was raised in a gully, his eyes flickered with a hint of doubt, he felt a familiar existence, and he hesitated.

Roy smiled and said nothing.

Now is not the time to negotiate a deal with the Druid.

He turned to observe, looking over all the ambassadors. I want to find the legendary green-haired tortoise - Duke Raymond.

Suddenly, a handsome, fair-skinned man came into sight.

The man was accompanied by a majestic knight shrouded in armor.

"Your Majesty, let me introduce you to you," Raymond walked over with the knight with a hint of pride on his face, "This is my bodyguard for this trip, a ranger knight from Toussaint, Three-time champion of the Knights Tournament, Grimm."

"He once single-handedly took down a gang of robbers who had been entrenched in Toussaint for several years."

"Money and fame and fortune are like a flash in the sky for him. I was lucky enough to win him once in the Quint competition, so I invited him to accompany me on this trip."

Everyone present couldn't help but be moved.

Roy stood beside the two His Majesties and looked at them quietly.

Grim was a tall knight fully clothed, and his dark golden armor made a clanging sound as he walked.

Shoulder armor, breastplate, hip protector, arm armor, and gloves are all available, and the delicate and elegant plate armor gaps are connected by pieces of black leather armor.

Below the belt, a black leather skirt that fits neatly is revealed.

His helmet is dark gold, with a pair of raptor-like wings on the top, and his face is opened in a "Y" shape, revealing sharp eyes and a half-strained mouth.

However, the most eye-catching is the large sheathed sword that he mopped the ground with both hands, at least one meter five in length. With the "click" sound of his long metal shoes hitting the ground, he dragged a sword on the soft grass of the garden. Conspicuous marks.

Grim Sigurd

Age: 35

Sex: Male

Status: Champion of Beauclair Knight Tournament, Ranger Knight

Life: 100

Attributes:

Strength: 10

Agility: 10

Constitution: 10

Perception: 6

Will: 8

Charisma: 7

Spirit: 5

Skill:

Longsword Specialization lv10, Polearm Specialization lv10, Riding lv8, Basic Ranged Weapon Specialization lv6, Military Training (passive curing)

...

"Your Majesty East, Queen Calanthe, can stand in front of the two of you today," the knight took off his helmet, revealing a blond, brown-eyed, mature, determined, and handsome face, he bowed his head, one knee Kneeling, "Grimm is honored."

His voice was full of energy, earnest and full of energy.

"Well, what a ranger knight..." East nodded at him. With a sturdy body of more than 1.9 meters, it matched the appearance of a warrior in the hearts of the islanders. "Can you tell me your real name and coat of arms."

"I swear by my honor..." Grim tapped his chest with his armored fist, "Ranger knights cannot reveal their real names and coat of arms."

East nodded, not demanding.

"I hope your two majesties will be successful and let me compete with the strongest warriors in Sintra. It's just for the sake of learning and refining my skills and deciding the winner."

"Courageous, Ranger Knight Grimm, since you made your request sincerely, your opponent will be the strongest swordsman in Sintra—"

East turned to Geralt beside him, "Lavex from Corner Four!"

The well-informed ambassadors around them suddenly stared in wonder, the ranger knights of Toussaint, they had more or less heard of it, but this Raviks--albino-like complexion and hair, stiff cheeks , with amber vertical pupils, the unheard of No. 4 horn city.

It really makes everyone unable to figure it out, and they are at a loss.

The witcher lord?

"Your Excellency Lavex, he is also a master of swordsmanship who travels around the world and eradicates evil..." Calanthe smiled, green sparks ignited in his eyes, "There are so many bandits and villains who died in his hands, he He even harvested the heads of many bloodthirsty monsters."

Grim's eyes suddenly lit up, looking at the white wolf, his eyes ignited with fiery fighting intent, but his expression was calm, which made people feel good.

He and Geralt nodded to each other, and he saw something unusual in White Wolf's posture, momentum, and eyes.

"Your Excellency, don't keep your hands, go all out is the greatest respect for the Ranger Knight. I swear by my honor, I will do my best."

"as you wish."

Moments later, a referee directed both sides into the circle in the center of the garden, before Grim Sigurd, in fairness, took off his plate armor and stacked it neatly off the field.

Archduke Raymond sat beside Mossack.

Roy sat on her right hand at Calanthe's gesture, and turned his eyes to the scabbard sword in Grimm's hand.

This sword is unusual - the blade is pale gold, broad and thin, with no blood grooves. The hilt has more than three grips, and there is an oval dark weight ball at the hilt, and there is a 30-centimeter bladeless section on the strong sword.

Roy can imagine that this must be used for charging, holding it to launch a thrust.

According to the structure of the blade, its attack method should be mainly slashing.

The dim sun shines through the patio.

The huge slashing sword has a smooth blade that reflects golden light.

It showed the solemn face of the knight.

Geralt shook his wrist and danced a sword flower, his white hair flying behind his head.

The two stood five meters apart in a silent confrontation.

Geralt's long sword stood obliquely at his waist, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Grim's neck, in a plow position.

And Grim resisted the sword against his shoulders, like carrying a knight's spear, with his front and back feet apart, and his figure bowed slightly.

Formed a very oppressive and explosive bow.

...

The two paced around each other tentatively a few times, getting closer and closer.

Roy thought that Geralt would fight quickly, but his face became more solemn. It was as if he was fighting against an evenly matched opponent.

"Shh-"

The knights attacked first!

"what!"

Shocking roar!

Grimm wielded his giant sword and was slashing directly at the white wolf. The palm-width blade made a "huhu" breaking sound in the movement, and the hill-like shadow pressed down on the witcher's chest. .

Geralt's toes lightly touched the ground, and he took a small step towards the rear right of the blade. At the same time, the steel sword stretched forward and slashed!

Slashed at Grimm's left forearm.

The knight seemed to have expected it long ago. Halfway through the slash, he suddenly changed his move, and the giant sword was blocked to the right like a shield.

The moment he changed his moves, a strange force in the air enveloped his body, and his movements doubled.

"boom!"

The giant sword and the steel sword collided violently, and the two weapons burst into sparks.

As soon as they are touched, they are separated, and they each step back.

No one took advantage.

Geralt's face changed, and the power in his hand exceeded expectations, as if the attack was not an ordinary person, but a similar or hybrid beast.

But the experienced witcher quickly entered his own attack rhythm. The steel sword was as light as a feather, and his hand was as agile as a cheetah. He circled Grim and kept hitting the back of the knight's hand, elbow, and shoulder at a tricky angle. .

Force him to surrender his sword.

However, Grimm made the first move and blocked it.

At a certain moment, the blade of the witcher attacked again.

Grimm took a deep breath, and an invisible wind vortex rolled up on the ground behind him, and he launched a continuous counterattack.

If it was said that he was a towering fortress in the previous defenses, now the fortress has collapsed, and monstrous waves are coming from behind the ruins.

No tricks, unpretentious power and speed.

Grimm took one sword after another, slashing diagonally, slashing vertically, stepping forward, marching forward, and the whole grass was filled with "bang bang" gas explosions, roars, shooting sparks, and wide openings. The combined violent sword shadow.

And the white wolf is like a big tree bent over by the strong wind, constantly blocking, rolling, and struggling to maintain its balance.

His face was gloomy as water.

He's not as slow as a witcher.

He had more than ten chances to bash Grim's exposed weaknesses.

The body does not obey orders, always one beat.

The huge pressure on his chest made him unable to breathe.

Another witcher in the audience has been watching Grimm and found something unusual—when he swung the sword, the knight's physical fitness jumped dramatically, with three attributes of strength, agility, and physical fitness. All doubled, more than twenty o'clock, and became inhuman.

In the witcher's senses, the huge slashing sword was pouring out a steady stream of golden arrogance, like boiling blood lingering around the knight's body.

Roy seemed to have an illusion.

A draped golden figure roared behind Grimm, his blond hair fluttering like an angry lion, swinging his sword with him.

It makes him seem like a god descended from the earth, mighty and uncast!

At the same time, the twisting arrogance filled the air, locking Geralt in the distance, binding and oppressing his body.

Grimm became more and more courageous, bursting out of combat power far beyond his true level, while the witcher was restrained everywhere.

Roy's heart became more and more dignified, there is no doubt that this sword has a lot of origin!

Staring at it becomes deep.

Sword of Justice Sigurd

Type: Horcrux

Material: Adamantite, Lava, Meteorite, Leather, Pine, Soul.

Features: 6.06 lbs, 1 ft (0.3 m) hilt, 4.26 ft (1.3 m) body,

Enchanting—

Ancestral Power: Summons the ancestors of the Sigurd family to possess the souls of the ancestors, and the strength, agility, physique, and will are greatly improved, but the stamina is extremely consumed.

Disappearance: Sigurd the Sword of Justice can switch to Thoralion the Gun of Valor at any time.

Restoration: The weapon automatically repairs wear and tear.

Horn of Victory: After defeating and killing an opponent, the sword bearer will be lightly healed.

Judgment: The sword bearer is regarded as the target of heresy, evil, and enemies, and will be judged by Sigurd. Having committed an unrighteous crime, the feeling of guilt left in the heart, the stronger it is affected.

combustion:?

Note: This Horcrux was cast by the founder of the Sigurd family, and only the blood of the family can use it.

In exchange for power, from holding it, no other weapons can be used for life, and after death, the soul becomes a part of it.

Inscription: Justice and courage are better than thousands of troops!

...

"Hiss..." Roy took a breath. The power of this weapon is not much more powerful than his own bound weapon, but—"Similar to the Book of Shadows, Horcruxes are so evil?"

Is this a blessing or a curse?

Roy licked his lips, and his heart started to stir. Then he took a deep breath and suppressed the restlessness. To swallow or not to swallow is based on his personal will, not desire.

...

The battle on the field was in full swing, and the audience off the field also exchanged words.

"Haha, Your Majesty, it seems that my knight is superior..." Seeing the one-sided scene in the field, Raymond couldn't help touching the beard on his upper lip and laughing, as if he had seen this Sinter The lioness she pulled, bowed down and apologized with a pretty face.

He was so excited that after he decided to win, he immediately gathered five lovers to have a good night!

Not far away, Fyodor, the master of Livia with a long beard, and Crodi, the ambassador of Weeden, couldn't help but nodded slightly in agreement.

"Your Excellency is too early to say." Calanthe shook his head, his face still calm, "Until the end, who can decide the outcome, in my opinion, the two knights just have different styles, one is good at attacking, the other is biased. Conservative. Not significantly different."

"But Grim Knight's attack like this is definitely not sustainable!"

Calanthe's words are like some kind of signal!

The invisible golden arrogance lingering around Grim was suddenly annihilated, he shivered all over, and a lot of sweat poured out of his forehead!

Grimm secretly said that it was not good, the sword was standing in front of his chest like a shield.

However, the experienced Geralt immediately seized the flaw and exploded at an unimaginable speed.

He stood on tiptoe and twirled around the knight nimbly.

In the courtyard, the figure of the white wolf changes rapidly in the light and shadow, as if presenting a beautiful tango.

The long sword drew a circle in mid-air following his dancing figure.

Put it on the knight's neck without a trace.

Goosebumps appeared on Grim's neck.

Calmly let go of the weapon.

"I declare that the winner of this duel is Ravex of Corner Four!" the referee shouted.

Everyone on the viewing platform suddenly stood up, their faces were full of admiration, and loud applause broke out.

"I swear by the honor of a knight, Your Excellency is the most powerful swordsman I have ever challenged!"

In the field, Grim Sigurd bowed respectfully to the witcher, his body trembled involuntarily, his breathing was as heavy as a pneumonia patient, his face and blond hair were soaked with sweat, and his whole person looked abnormal. Tired, only a pair of eyes shining.

"It is my great honor to be able to fight with you!"

"You are very powerful. As an ordinary person...you can push me to that level," White Wolf shook hands with him, wiped his cold sweat, and almost capsized in the gutter. "But I'm curious, just now your skills have improved by leaps and bounds..."

"To tell the truth," the knight showed the slashing sword to the witcher, and the blade reflected a dazzling golden light, "This sword has been passed down from generation to generation in my family, and possesses all kinds of incredible power, which is comparable to that of ordinary iron!"

...

On the second-floor viewing platform, Duke Raymond's face was miserable, and he sat back in disbelief. He couldn't understand why his state of the Ranger knight had a huge upper hand, but his condition suddenly turned sharply.

The situation is turned upside down!

Is this Grimm doing it on purpose to embarrass me?

With suspicion, Raymond couldn't help but look at the Ranger Knight with a hint of viciousness.

"Your Excellency," Calanthe said with a cheerful smile on her face, but she had achieved her goal and did not say any sarcastic words, "The outcome is already divided, and you should also fulfill your promise."

Raymond felt the piercing gaze from the ambassadors of other countries, his face blushed suddenly, and he bowed to the two majesties and bowed.

"Sorry, East and Calanthe, I have offended my words, please forgive me for my recklessness and ignorance!"

"Yeah." Calanthe turned around, still looking at him with burning eyes.

"After tonight, I will leave Sintra immediately, and I swear by Toussaint's status that I will convince Henrietta that if Nilfgaard does something wrong!"

"Toussaint will definitely not join forces with it!"

"So many eyes staring, I hope you do what you say!"

Raymond was silent.

"Your Majesty, the meeting is over, and after enjoying the wonderful competition, it's time for us to leave." Fyodor led a group of envoys and bowed to East and Calanthe.

Raymond called away Grim Sigurd, who had been chatting hotly with White Wolf, with a stern face.

"Your Majesty, take care!"

"After returning to the country, we must try our best to let the king send troops to support."

East stretched out his hand towards the back of everyone leaving, and withdrew his face sadly.

I haven't been able to persuade this group of people for two months, and it's useless to talk more now.

In the blink of an eye, the noisy garden was almost empty.

...

Calanthe squeezed her husband's hand and comforted him a few words, looking at Geralt who was approaching and smiling happily, the depression in his chest was swept away.

"Two masters, come this way, now it's my turn to fulfill my promise, I believe you have something to say too!"