The Divine Hunter

The sun is shining.

The screams of killing in the Manada Valley shook the sky, and the blood flowed into rivers.

A thin figure ran wildly around the corpse on the west side of the battlefield.

The gray cloak is covered with the golden seal, and the indigo-blue vertical pupils under the sunglasses are sharp like hawks, tracking the possible magical aura.

Enter the battlefield for hours.

Geron Mollu circled the entire battle line twice, sweat soaked through his clothes and steam on his hood. He dodged countless arrows and even found the sneaky figures of several Nilfgaardian mages, but he never found Ai. Lan's trail.

"Am I misunderstanding the meaning of that mural," a trace of disappointment flashed across the withered cheeks under the black mask, "The teacher won't come here."

whoosh-

A crossbow bolt swept across the temples and was deflected by the Kunn Shield.

Geron leaned forward.

"No...it's not deep enough." Like the will of heaven, he thought of the third number on the fresco, "The death toll! Does it have a special meaning to him? Could it be that he is fighting the fiercest, dead bodies? Most places?"

The center of the battlefield, infinitely closer to death!

But Geron Moru just took a deep breath, a look of determination appeared on his face, and his body turned into the tip of a spear. Where infantry collides most violently.

The black armored rider wanted to break through the shield wall and drove straight in. He just rushed into the phalanx, but was trapped by the tower shields and spears of the blue armored infantry, like a trapped beast caught in a swamp and quagmire, and was swallowed up in an instant.

All the space was crowded with weapons, armor, and warhorses, leaving him with very little place to stay.

He could only jump forward on the thick, tall pile of corpses.

in a splash of blood.

Jielon is agile and graceful, like a dancer dancing on the tip of a knife.

A tall horse in black armor stood in front of him impartially, the sun wheel cloak fluttered in the wind behind him, and Jielon, who was in the air, suddenly pushed with his left hand!

"boom!"

An invisible magic force made the surrounding air surge wildly in his palm,

Then it rushed towards the knight like a gust of wind!

The black-armored knight seemed to hit the indestructible air barrier, and instantly turned on his back!

Geron jumped over the fallen knight and continued to penetrate the battle line.

Two seconds later, another group of soldiers with bloody armor blocked his way!

His emaciated body was as flexible as a loach. Taking advantage of the moment when both parties focused on the enemy, he suddenly dipped his body and passed through the sword.

After the second mutation, his movements were extremely fast, and the soldier only felt a gust of wind and a gray afterimage passing in front of him, but when he turned around, he saw nothing.

The deafening shouts and howls, the rain-like arrows of the crossbow, the sword reflecting the sunlight, the spray of blood, the fallen corpse, all failed to stop him from advancing, and failed to stop him for half a second.

After five or six new blood holes were added to his body, he finally approached the center of the battlefield——

The Black Armored Army formed a living battering ram, driven by blood and life, constantly hitting Sintra's flesh-and-blood line of defense.

With every attack, dripping blood and minced meat burst out!

The ground was paved with a thick, sticky trail of flesh and blood.

What is even more frightening is that the soldiers on both sides are shoulder to shoulder, and the corpses are close to the corpses, leaving no gaps.

No matter if the front row over there falls, there will be someone behind to quickly fill the gap, there is no way out, and there is no way to go back.

Jielon couldn't find a place to stay, so he simply jumped and jumped to the top of a black armored soldier, his toes lightly tapped on the opponent's black flying wing helmet!

Before the soldier could react, he immediately jumped on top of another soldier and stepped on the helmets of a group of soldiers to the death center of the entire Manada Valley.

The battlefield is like a terrifying meat grinder, throwing in strong and fierce warriors, only to come out as mutilated and disgusting corpses.

Countless pairs of red eyes turned to the strange jumping figure, and someone shouted at him!

The crossbowmen drew their bows and set arrows at the same time, and he became the top priority in an instant.

Meteor shower-like arrows shot through the air towards him!

Swords, spears, swords and halberds stabbed under him!

His body was like electricity, dodging ninety-nine percent of the attacks.

However, the remaining one percent still shattered the golden Quinn Seal in the first second, and the amulet given to him by Master Kalkstein only resisted for two seconds.

And the palm of his continuous outline of the seal could no longer make any gestures without knowing it.

He can't remember how many arrows he's hit, and his back first hurts and then loses consciousness.

The devil's whispers sounded in his mind, tiredness came like a tide, he wanted to give up everything, his eyelids trembled,

An uncontrollable drowsiness enveloped him, and only his feet moved mechanically.

"Buzz-"

Suddenly, the griffon pendant between his neck vibrated violently, awakening him.

Jielon's spirit was lifted, and a powerful energy surged out of his body inexplicably!

The indigo-colored pupils swept forward - a tall and straight figure wearing a purple cloak emerged from invisibility, standing quietly among the army.

The stench made his cloak flutter.

His cheeks were hidden by the hood, so he couldn't really see it, but the rigid outline of his face and the vertical amber pupils were so familiar.

This is the answer that Jielon has been searching for all his life!

Make him unforgettable forever.

"boom!"

The cloaked man suddenly pushed out his left hand, as if a small earthquake broke out in the entire battlefield.

An indescribable surging air wave erupted violently.

Through all barriers between them in an instant.

Within ten meters, the Black Armored Army, Sintra soldiers, and warhorses were all blown away by the air current and fell to both sides.

For a while, the scene was clear.

The man in the cloak suddenly turned and ran away.

Jeron chased after him desperately.

The howling wind made his cheek muscles tremble.

The blood flowing from the wound formed a blood path under his feet.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed the vibrating crystal in his arms - that was Roy's contact.

But he let go of his hand in despair.

This is his destiny, and he faces it alone.

...

The cloak man waved his left hand like a shuttle, and the Alder seal kept banging and banging, and the soldiers along the way were shot without resistance!

His right hand outlines at the same time, propping up a dazzling golden oval shield.

Not only protects him, but also protects the followers behind him just right.

Geron followed him out for miles, crossing the battle line all the way.

Leaving the Manada Valley, he rushed into a birch forest that was not affected by the war.

...

Finally, when all traces of war are completely gone.

The man in the cloak stopped and turned around.

Geron stood three meters in front of him.

His hunched body was covered in blood, his trembling fingers clenched into fists and hung down at his waist, and his withered cheeks were full of anticipation and tension.

"Mr. Ellen?"

"Jeron...my child, we haven't seen each other for more than 140 years?" With a deep sigh from the magnetic male voice, the man in the cloak lifted the hood with both hands, revealing a face that Jieron was familiar with deep in his soul. Come--

A middle-aged man in his 40s, with a handsome face and a unique mohawk hairstyle, his straight crown swaying in the wind, and a lifelike streak was revealed from the back of his head to the temple of the right face and on the skin of the side face. goshawk tattoo.

Beneath the bushy, long eyebrows, the bridge of the nose is straight, and there is a short beard on the upper lip and chin.

The most impressive thing is his eyes, which are as broad as the sea, shining with the brilliance of knowledge and full of emotion.

Smart is not like a puppet.

...

"Sure enough, you, you are still alive, you are here, we guessed it right... Haha!" Jielon laughed exaggeratedly and excitedly, his feet suddenly became weak, and he fell forward involuntarily.

The Grand Master of the Griffin School suddenly took a step forward, supported his two arms, and supported him strongly, his vicissitudes-stricken eyes swept across his bloody face, and his expression became complicated.

"We've been looking for you for a long time, as well as Cohen and Kelda..." An uncontrollable sourness surged in Jeron's throat. He was obviously over a hundred years old, but at this time he was like a child full of worries and couldn't wait to reveal it. The words accumulated in my chest for hundreds of years,

"Where have you been over the past 100 years?" Jielon looked up and looked directly into his eyes, his face flashed hideously, "Which bastard kidnapped you!?"

After a brief silence.

Ellen shook his head and gave an astonishing answer in a gentle tone, "I was really helpless and warned you through meditation, but for a long time, until today, I am free. There is no People control me and imprison me."

Jielon's face was full of disbelief, and more doubts came to his mind, no one forced him, manipulated him... Then—

"But why did you never go back to Kyle Siren?"

"Because my target is no longer in that magical place." Elan looked over his shoulder to the sky beyond the birch grove, the orange sun hiding in the clouds and beginning to skew west.

His voice was as distant as the setting sun.

"The Witcher Academy has limited power. In front of our ideals and creeds, it's just a joke after all."

"Joke?" Jiron shook his head, Kyle Siren was full of the best memories in his life, it was definitely not a joke, "But the school can't be without you, otherwise it will become a mess... It's been so many years, uh... lion There are only two people left in the Eagle Sect, and they have almost cut off the inheritance."

"You come back... continue to teach me and Cohen..." He raised his head and begged,

A flash of nostalgia flashed in Elan's vertical pupils, which soon disappeared and dimmed.

"Can not go back."

Jielon's breath stagnated when he heard the words, and a kind of abandoned emptiness and heartache surged in his body.

Then he shook his head bitterly,

"Even if you don't want to go back to Kel Siren, why didn't you contact me or Kelda again after that meditation, Cohen."

"My career takes up all my time and energy. Also, I don't want to involve you guys."

"Your fate has been bumpy enough, and you shouldn't suffer more."

"My words came from the bottom of my heart, don't look for it..." Elan said word by word, with a hint of regret in his tone, "Today, you shouldn't have come."

...

"You always bear the greatest danger alone, and it never changes, so you don't want to implicate others and tell me nothing." Geron said firmly, but his voice became weak and his body swayed, "But I am eager to understand Your career, your new goals."

"My goal has never changed, only the method of achieving it has changed. Think about it, boy, the first lesson I taught you."

"The spirit of the Griffin? The noble virtues of knights, the ideal of saving the world... make the world a better place."

Geron thought,

"So you went to countless battlefields for this purpose? You were the one who appeared in Heinkawicht, left a dog tag, opened the magic bottle, and carved that mural, right?"

"Yes, it's us," Ellen admitted decisively, but it didn't stop there.

...

"I'll help you!" Geron pleaded.

Ellen remained silent.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Jielon's eyes, his strength began to drain rapidly, and his mind became dull, "I've behaved too badly in the past, so I'm not qualified to participate in your career?"

He suddenly began to reminisce in a whisper to himself,

"That's right, it's only been ten years since I left school, I was so naive and stupid that I was tricked by my father and put in prison..."

"It took a long time to see the sun again, but I was lost..."

He clasped Elam's hand tightly with both hands, as if he was afraid that if he loosened it, the other party would suddenly disappear.

"I'm not firm enough, I gave up the ardent ideal of Griffin, wasted my time like a waste, wasted for decades." He whispered, blood gushing from the corners of his mouth.

"I have failed your childhood teaching! I have completely abandoned the spirit and virtue of knighthood."

Alan just listened so quietly, looking at his self-blaming expression, his eyes softened.

"No." He squeezed the shiny griffon pendant between Geron's neck, "You just need time to heal, but unfortunately fate is too mean to you."

Jielon choked twice, and all the turbulent negative emotions disappeared. He leaned forward gently and hugged Alan, just as he had just arrived at Kel-Seren more than a hundred years ago, and was warmly welcomed by his brothers.

He murmured vague words, his tone weak like a candle that was about to be blown away by the wind.

"I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I still can't understand... Why did I do so many good deeds in the past, but bad luck frequently came to me?"

"What is the significance of the spirit of the griffin?"

"If there is justice in this world, why are the consequences of doing good and evil reversed?"

Ellen listened quietly, silently, and another cloaked man as burly as a mountain appeared behind Geron.

Ellen shook his head at him,

"Or did I do something wrong, the genius is going to punish me like this." Jieron leaned into his ear and said, his voice was slightly absent, and his pupils began to dilate.

"please tell me."

...

"Jeron, you are a well-deserved Griffin witcher."

Elan's gaze penetrated the entire forest, looking towards the Manada Valley in the distance, with bloodshot eyes looming in his pupils.

He seemed to see the bloody human beings on the battlefield.

His eyes drifted further afield.

The unforgettable scene once again appeared in front of me—the magnificent homeland under the snow, the tombstones of more than 60 compatriots.

The ignorant, ugly, and greedy faces of mages, churches and peasants.

"It's not your fault..."

"It's not your fault..."

After getting the answer, Geron Moru burst into tears, and a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The smile froze instantly, and Indigo's pupils completely dilated, losing her energy.

He leaned on the teacher's shoulder and stopped breathing.

...

Elam hugged the corpse, which was riddled with numerous arrows.

A tear fell down the vicissitudes of the cheek.

He put down the corpse and lifted the palm of his hand under the cloak.

A half-palm-sized, blood-red, irregularly shaped shard lay there, a gust of wind blew, and a black smoke from Jielon's body poured into the shard.

"Jeron, let's realize the ideal of the Griffin together."

He opened a portal with ease, and the burly and majestic man stepped into it behind him, and the two figures all disappeared into the air.