The Divine Hunter

"Whoosh-"

Guvihir swung through the air, knocking off a shot arrow.

In an instant, four Nilfgaardian soldiers were separated from the jet-black tide and attacked Roy. The long sword they wielded and the pattern of the sun wheel on the black armor on their chest reflected golden light.

Roy ignored it, and stood up from the ground, like a gecko swimming on the wall, stepping on the sidewall of the valley and circling along the edge of the battlefield where the two armies faced each other.

Whizzing--

Several crossbow arrows fell behind him, smashing the wall, and the gravel rolled down, but not even a hair on him was touched.

Roy, who was galloping against the wall, touched his chest and blessed the golden amulet of body lightness, and looked around the battlefield.

Black and blue armies, like two giant beasts entrenched in the mouth of the valley, fought fiercely for control of the entire valley, and every time they collided, countless blood and corpses were left behind.

...

Everything happened too suddenly, and he could not predict whether the battle of Manada started half a year earlier because of his own series of interference and "spoilers".

The Witcher Brotherhood's plans were completely disrupted.

Geralt rushed to the city of Sintra, which had not yet been affected by the war, to pick up Ciri.

And he could only bring a life-saving amulet made of coral, and accompany Geron hurriedly into the battlefield of Manada, and split up to search for Elan.

...

"Huh..." He slid off the sidewall, stepping on the sticky grass and pools of blood, gasping for breath.

Immediately, several pairs of bloodshot pupils locked him in the distance.

Several Sintra soldiers and Nilfgaard soldiers with swords noticed the uninvited guests in this battlefield——

He was wearing a solid gray cloak, and a huge black hood covered his forehead. He even covered most of his face with a black mask, revealing only a pair of vertical pupils that flickered with strange light!

Dressed in a sneaky, hidden head and tail, if you are not careful, you will be ignored by others.

A black-armored army suddenly rushed out of the Nilfgaardian army, with the long swords in both hands raised above his head, and the thunder slammed towards him.

Roy's eyebrows twitched, but he stopped fleeing, took three ghostly steps forward, and rotated his body for half a circle to avoid the attack.

A blazing white light flashed by.

No one of the soldiers could see his movements clearly, and the black armored soldier fell to the ground softly on his back without saying a word, one eye wet and black under the gap of his helmet.

"Shh-"

Roy rushed to the second soldier alone, Guvihir stabbed, and the latter's long sword blocked in front of him, but it hit the air, and a gap in his neck was split.

The third Nilfgaardian soldier slashed at his shoulder, but was kicked in the chest, and his body flew out, hitting his companions who were rushing behind him, and then bounced back to the ground, with vigorous blood spilling on the dark and cold armor.

Without waiting for the witcher to catch his breath,

Fourth place, fifth place... Eighth place, five soldiers in full armor in a row, wielding long swords and mace, overturning saturated attacks.

Roy rotated his body like a spinning top, moving lightly, surrounded by the sound of swords and swords and the sound of sharp blades breaking through the air.

The Quinn seal on the body was broken in almost a second.

A few clumps of blood leached from under the cloak.

But he didn't change his movements.

Guvihir refracts the dazzling sunlight and composes a song of blood that is as light as a feather and stops in an instant.

The two black armored soldiers retreated backwards, clutching the terrifying wound under the torn armor, kneeling forward, their heads drooping, and the young faces under the flying wing helmets were stained red with blood.

In the next second, the remaining three black armored soldiers had swords in their necks and chins, and fell in a pool of blood, curled up like a wild dog, blood spurting from the aorta all the way to Roy's calf and knee.

"Kill Nilfgaard soldiers*8, experience +160, witcher lv10 (1400/8500)"

"Huh..." Roy shook his wrist and shook off the flesh and blood residue on the steel sword, arching his back and gasping for breath.

There is a huge difference between soldiers on the battlefield and ordinary swordsmen. They only attack and do not defend like crazy. They act purely on the instinct of killing, and they have armor to protect themselves. .

The soldiers of Sintra with the blue background of the three lions badge finally recognized that this was a powerful "comrade-in-arms". Seeing him showing great power, they couldn't help but boost their morale, roaring and rushing towards the infinite enemy of Nilfgaard.

"Tattoo!"

The hooves of the warhorses were like thunder, and several Nilfgaardian riders noticed the abnormality and charged forward suddenly.

"Whoosh-"

The blade was switched to a hand crossbow, Roy pulled the trigger, the small crossbow bolt accurately penetrated the head of the knight at the front, and the helmet and skull broke a big hole.

The whole person seemed to hit the wall in a high-speed sprint, flung backwards, fell heavily into the team, and knocked down several soldiers.

The horse that lost its master rushed out of the field.

Another dark horse has rushed to the vicinity. The horse knight is dressed in black heavy armor, the spear tip standing on the chest is shining, and the war horse is also wearing black armor, like a steel fortress advancing at a terrifying speed!

This time Roy did not retreat but advanced.

Leaping head-on towards the knight, Guvihir raised his head above his head and slashed from top to bottom.

"Shh-"

The six runes on the sword were extinguished.

A length of more than two meters, a vertical blood-colored sword energy drilled out of the blade, smashing the air.

Suddenly, the spear broke, and a blood line split open in the center of the heads of the knight and the warhorse. Their bodies were like butter cut by a hot knife, neatly divided into two halves, and steaming blood and internal organs fell to the ground.

The witcher passed through them and stood firmly on the wreckage, his eyes as cold as a knife between Gu Pan.

The sword energy not only slashed open the knight, but also dissipated the two black armored soldiers behind him before dissipating into the air.

For a while, the soldiers who caught sight of this bloody scene couldn't help being shocked, and then, a terrifying counterattack broke out!

Several ten commanders led the soldiers under their command to turn around and rushed towards the witcher with their eyes wide open.

Before that, the stormy crossbow bolts first covered the area he was in.

But they all came to nothing.

"Whoosh-"

The bowstring vibrates.

Roy's body disappeared in place.

A flash appeared hundreds of meters away, on a duckbill rock beside the cliff of the valley.

No one could notice this extremely hidden location.

"His-" Roy was dripping with cold sweat on his forehead, gritted his teeth and pulled out the crossbow bolts on his thighs and shoulder blades. The worst thing is that the two crossbow arrows actually have vicious barbs.

If only cutting off the shaft of the arrow would greatly affect the movement, after pulling it out, it would take away a small piece of his flesh and blood, revealing a gap like a baby's mouth.

"Gulugulu..." Roy bared his teeth and sipped a bottle of swallows, and dense black blood vessels appeared on the temples and forehead beside the mask.

A faint coolness surged from the wound, and the four star-shaped runes Guvihir had just formed disappeared.

The healed white light covers the wound, and the coolness completely overwhelms the pain.

Roy reluctantly bandaged the wound.

He drank Patrice's potion, thunder, and Hekna decoction continuously, and the swollen facial blood vessels moved further, like black vines growing recklessly.

He just crouched down on the duckbill rock with such a hideous face, overlooking the entire battlefield...

The battle between Sintra and Nilfgaard was intensified, and the battle line that stretched for a mile was extremely stalemate.

The mutilated corpses and the struggling and wailing wounded, gushing out a large stream of blood, dyeing the entire emerald valley red.

Thousands of miles away, like a purgatory on earth.

Nilfgaard's attack was still far from showing signs of decline.

And the whereabouts of Elam, whom he had sought so hard, remained unknown.

"Cintra, let me do my best for you at the end."

...

Roy's actions became more cautious, and only searched for targets on the periphery of the battlefield. Once a Nilfgaardian soldier found him and moved closer to him, he would preempt the opponent's life with a crossbow.

After being strengthened many times, Gabriel has amazing penetration and range, plus the lethality bonus of Slaughter and Specialization, which is enough to break through armor within 100 meters.

A shot of 0.4 seconds makes it look like a scythe swung by the god of death.

Vibrate the string at most twice, and one must die.

Witchers come and go like the wind, always flickering and shifting positions before being surrounded, constantly harassing the flanks of the Nilfgaardian army.

When the stock of crossbow arrows was consumed by one tenth, most of the magic power was used up, and fifty black armored troops died under the arrows.

Finally someone caught the lone shooter on the edge of the battlefield!

"boom!"

Orange flames spanned the air. Without warning, a fireball erupted behind him!

"Boom!"

The Seal of Helios shattered instantly!

Roy's entire body was knocked off by the powerful thrust of the explosion, and he fell forward with a mouthful of mud.

"Z-"

A purple electric arc plows through the ground and hits his spot!

He hurriedly rolled to the ground, dodging the electric shock, but immediately felt his body sink, as if his hands and feet were in shackles.

On the opposite side of him, among a group of black armored troops.

Several warlocks in black cloaks flashed magical light all over their bodies, their hands flexibly sketched complex gestures, and they launched indiscriminate bombings at the witcher almost without stopping!

Several fireballs will blow up all his front, back, left, and right spaces into a mess.

The broken limbs, mud, blood, and flying dust clouds on the corpse obscured the figure of the guy.

...

Fringera Vigo stood in the middle of the mage team, her green eyes staring at the dust cloud slightly, lightning in her hands ready to go, and her black cloak tightly covering her perfect figure.

She was breathing heavily, and the pervasive noise and blood on the battlefield were like a steel needle piercing her brain, causing her pain.

She was fed up with this sinful, cruel war.

But she couldn't step back.

Emperor Emhyr once asked all the sorcerers in Nilfgaard to make a simple choice: serve the country unconditionally, or die in prison.

As a sorceress serving in the Duchy of Toussaint, Fringilla Vigo was powerless to resist.

She was sent to the front to do her most hated, dirty job as a hangman.

This can't allow her to be soft-hearted and merciful, maybe she is the one who died!

From the time she left the Amer Pass to the present, almost no one could stop her and the magic of her colleagues.

until just now.

The ghost-like shooter wearing a gray cloak shot and killed dozens of Nilfgaardians in a horrific series. His agility was not like a human being.

Several mages have been staring at him for a long time, and finally seized the opportunity!

"Z-"

Electric currents, strong winds, and hail continued to smash into the figure, and magic power bombarded the ground, swords clashed, and roars screamed!

Click!

The man was crushed by the torrent of magic power, but his body did not splash a drop of blood, but dissipated in the air like foam.

phantom?

The warlocks were startled.

"Whoosh-"

With the faint sound of the bowstring vibrating, the crossbow arrow flew across the air into the defensive phalanx, and under the flying wing helmet, a blood flower burst from the eye socket of one person and fell to the ground!

Another ragged, unkempt figure stood abruptly on his corpse, bowing his waist and bending his knees, his half-torn mask revealing white and sharp teeth, and his strange-colored pupils flickered coldly.

Raise your hand!

A dream-colored glass jar detonated in the Black Armor!

"boom!"

The ground shook violently, and the sky-high fire and explosion drowned most of the team!

In the mournful wailing sound, more than a dozen firemen rushed out of the army and rushed into the battlefield to roll on the ground! I don't know where the infantry rushed forward and waved the sword to give them a happy!

...

But Wei Ge in the crowd just flickered and quickly regained her composure, just like her,

The powerful magic shield blocked the burning and explosion of the alchemy bomb, and the six warlocks were all unscathed.

In the thick smoke that has not yet dissipated, the warlocks in the south redraw the magic shield instinctively and immediately.

"Crack!"

The second glass jar shattered.

White smoke filled with fine stardust enveloped the two warlocks who were close to each other.

Anti-magic metal dust burrows into their bodies, freezing their magic.

The two of them maintained a horrified expression on their faces, and one instinctively rubbed the ring on the index finger of his left hand.

They saw a ghostly shadow suddenly flickering behind them.

"boom!"

A scorching flame halo rippled under the mage's feet, and Roy was violently bounced off!

But he was in the air, and he still closed his fingers, and Arondite slashed forward with force!

"Shh-"

The domineering and unparalleled blood-colored sword qi flew far away, breaking apart the flesh and bones like a broken bamboo.

The two mages were cut in half, their guts fell to the ground, and two pale faces were revealed from the broken hood.

After the blow, Roy fell to one knee on the ground, turbid sweat and blood dripped down his chin, his whole body lost strength, his expression was in a trance, and he stiffened for a moment.

The other two mages immediately hugged and thumped.

One person launched an air bomb, blasting him backwards into the air.

A pillar of fire roared from the other's hands and swept across the witcher, hissing flames scorching the air.

Roy pulled the trigger at the last moment, and his figure shuttled with the arrows, dodged the flames, and flashed behind the nearest mage.

The arrow pierced through the magic shield, and the stun caused the sorceress to stagger. The wind blew away her hood and her smooth blonde hair, revealing a young and beautiful face.

The witcher's longsword swung in front of her.

There was a hint of pleading and fear in the beautiful eyes.

"Shh-"

Turn around.

At the end of her life, she glimpsed a headless corpse with blood spurting from its neck.

...

Roy saw the remaining three surviving mages raised their hands to him again, and immediately rolled their heavy bodies to the ground, with a roar, and the sound of crossbow shooting blasting in his ears.

Right shoulder hurts like a needle stick.

The whirring sound of the wind came, and five long swords greeted the key points around him.

The attack abruptly stopped.

A terrifying strip of tentacles, dripping with blood, emerged from the pool of blood under the witcher's feet.

A flutter.

The five black armored troops suddenly fell into an ice cave, and the illusion suddenly appeared in front of them. The enemy who had just died in their hands seemed to have turned into a demon spirit, screaming and hugging their bodies.

gnaw on their flesh and heart.

As soon as they let go, the weapons fell to the ground, and they were stunned and trembling all over!

All kinds of situations happen in less than a second!

Roy got up in the jungle of swords, at the same time instinctively pulled the trigger, flashing surprise.

The air ripples, and the silver sword draws a graceful arc in the air.

A warlock fell to the ground.

There are two wizards left.

The black tide-like cavalry and infantry quickly approached to protect the precious spellcaster here.

still have a chance!

The thunder exploded, and the warlock threw another flash of light.

The ground on which Roy was standing fell apart, revealing a large pit, and he flashed to the penultimate mage. A resistance halo pushed him away.

But the scarlet octopus that shocked and summoned was already entangled in the mage's body.

The witcher swung his sword, and Arrondette was as irresistible as the call of death, and easily chopped off his head.

There is one last mage left.

The emerald green eyes under the cloak flashed with extreme shock and fear, and her pretty face was as white as snowflakes. Before that, Fringera Weige would never believe that there are such people in the world who can harvest six people one by one with a pair of six. The life of the mage is still under the protection of dozens of soldiers.

And his eyes, his skill, the elusive flashing ability, the hand crossbow with unbelievable power without pause, doesn't look like a person at all.

"demon!"

She clenched the talisman between her necks and murmured.

Desolate heart, seems too desperate, no action.

Roy rushed to her as quickly as a demon, and raised his long sword!

The blade fell, slashing through the air.

It was only a few inches away from Wei Ge's neck.

Roy shook his head in disbelief, and his sleepy brain hesitated for a quarter of a second.

"Whoosh—" A crossbow bolt pierced his shoulder from behind.

"boom!"

The flames in Wei Ge's palm jumped, blowing him away, revealing charred flesh on his chest.

A Nilfgaardian rider charged forward, wielding a long sword, slashing his neck.

He seemed to be doomed.

However, there were twisted ripples in the air, the knight suddenly tightened the reins, the horse neighed, and a group of soldiers and Vigo looked at each other, the man who killed dozens of soldiers and five noble warlocks - that's it Weirdly disappeared into the air.

This time, he didn't even pull the trigger.

...

The next second, the ragged witcher appeared hundreds of meters away, lying limply on the cliff at the edge of the Manada Valley, on a protruding rock, violently and weakly like a thirsty fish. respite.

Golphine Griffin rushed over and licked his master's blood-stained profile affectionately.

And his health value and magic value have quietly decreased by less than ten percent, and there are at least twenty horrific wounds all over his body, including cheeks - burns, electric shock injuries, shock injuries, sharp weapon cuts, flying lion monster armor, silent The cloak is completely scrapped—

"Almost." Roy's eyes were full of fear. He had never suffered so many injuries before. This was just a gag on the periphery of the battlefield.

Had he entered the center of the battlefield, he would have probably been engulfed by the cavalry.

"activation!"

"Gluttony!"

"Shuh--" The two healing skills took effect at the same time, and Roy's near-dry health and magic power were pulled up to 90% and 60% in an instant.

The shallower wounds itch directly and scab over.

And medium injuries, such as penetrating arrow wounds, were instantly reduced to mild injuries with only one blood hole left.

Roy closed his eyes comfortably and felt for a moment. He just killed five warlocks and a dozen soldiers in the first battle. The experience value has reached lv10 (3800/8500)

He jumped up.

Twist the neck and limb joints, and move the muscles and bones.

Fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes.

"Calanser, East, Ciri, I can only do so much for you."

In fact, if those mages hadn't chased and beat him, he wouldn't have gone out and killed him.

"I don't know what's going on with Jielon?" He stared at the battlefield below, a trace of worry appeared on his face, and then activated the message crystal in his arms.