The Divine Hunter

The orange-yellow light group on the horizon fell toward the west side of the Manada Valley, the light dimmed, and the temperature dropped rapidly.

The ground was devastated and blood was flowing, dyeing the sunset a touch of red.

The Vizima infantry on the left wing failed to last until the end. Although they were fearless and stubbornly resisted, before the absolute number gap, they still ushered in the doomsday!

There was a gap in the shield wall, but no one came to fill it.

The dense black-clothed riders drove straight in from the gap, surrounded the bruised infantry, and slaughtered mercilessly with their horses and swords.

One by one the infantry wailed as they died.

There were constant black armored cavalry chasing the lonely and helpless soldiers on the hillside.

But most of them turned to the rear in an attempt to surround the Sintra infantry division in the center of the battlefield.

There, the high-pitched horns had faded early, and the main force of Sintra was exhausted and out of ammunition and food.

But Nilfgaard's Black Armor has a steady stream of support.

...

Triss Merigold watched as the catapults fell one by one, and the bodies of her companions were piled under her feet.

She was in a state of embarrassment, blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, a bruise appeared on her beautiful cheeks, her body began to tremble uncontrollably, and sweat wetted her close-fitting clothes and lush red hair.

The only two crossbowmen left with her, stepped on the wet ground, and hurriedly fled to the king's front.

Suddenly, a group of black-armored knights emerged from the back of the army, with a grin on their faces, and their eyes were cruel like those of hyenas, skimming the smooth and delicate skin under her torn clothes.

He suddenly turned around and chased after her,

"Whizzing-"

The backs of the two crossbowmen who were dragging her wildly burst out with blood, and they fell head-on with a groan.

"Zi—" Triss gritted her silver teeth, turned around, flipped the arc from one hand to the other, and released a bolt of lightning.

The horses shuddered, and the rider who bore the brunt was thrown to the ground.

The remaining three knights rushed from behind him.

She drew with both hands again, but with a whimper, she fell back softly, a trace of blood spat out from the corner of her mouth.

Magic Backlash!

A big battle, continuous release of magic, she was finally exhausted and could no longer tame magic!

He could barely support his body with his elbows, and closed his eyes nervously and terrified in the rushing wind.

"Puff puff..." For three seconds.

The expected pain never came.

As soon as she opened her eyes - I don't know when, the two knights who charged towards her, their horses and their horses, were divided into two halves. ...you can imagine how sharp the blade that caused the wound was.

A figure with tattered clothes and a sturdy figure suddenly jumped up, throwing the third knight off the horse and taking his place.

The five fingers of his left hand drew a triangle charm towards the pair of dark eyes below him.

The restless horse immediately quieted down, licked his palms, and became extremely docile.

"Witcher? How did he appear on the battlefield?"

Triss recognized the Axif Seal of the other party at a glance, and was puzzled.

"Da da!"

The man turned around, blood, dust and wounds covered his young face, but the pupils of different colors were so familiar.

It was the witcher who had saved her life from a high-ranking vampire—

"Roy?"

The sorceress opened her mouth wide in surprise, but her voice was dry and weak, like a critically ill patient.

Royl waved his hand slightly, and rode the horse toward her. She felt the smell of blood and sweat on her face, and involuntarily stretched out her hand, and was then pulled onto the horse's back.

"Hold tight!"

The witcher exhorted briefly.

The sorceress's two catkins wrapped softly around his waist.

Putong putong throbbed, and an unprecedented sense of security emerged spontaneously. He couldn't help but put his side face on his broad back, quietly feeling his steady and powerful heartbeat.

It's him again, maybe that's fate.

She thought of...

This is no accident.

Roy killed five mages, and after resting for a while, he re-entered the battlefield to look for Alan.

But he not only failed to find the target, but also lost the whereabouts of Geron Moru! During this period, he activated the crystal several times and tried to contact the other party, but got no response.

In order to find him, Roy turned the battlefield all afternoon, and even risked his life several times to flicker toward the center of the battlefield, but as soon as he settled down, he was immediately forced back by swords, swords, halberds and flowing arrows.

"Damn it, Geron Molluy, call me back!"

Roy didn't want to die. After all, there were still many people waiting for him, so he could only withdraw helplessly, and he just remembered seeing Triss on the battlefield-she should not have appeared here according to history!

There is no doubt that because of his own intervention, history has changed!

Naturally, he couldn't let the reserve Mage in residence have an accident.

"Yu-"

Roy was holding the reins with his right hand, and his left hand made a Kunen seal and raised it above his head.

The oval golden mask wrapped the two of them and bounced off three stream arrows!

The two of them rode towards Easter's direction as fast as a gust of wind.

...

"Your Majesty!"

"Go ahead."

"Our warriors suffered heavy losses, Sir John Tanaris was killed, and Lord Kurian died heroically... The entire Vizima Legion was completely defeated, and the brothers of Cintra were almost unable to hold on."

"Let's retreat, Your Majesty." Visekid said in a heavy tone to the two on the warhorse, "We will fight a retreat with the last of our forces, and let you and His Majesty Calanthe return to Sintra City. Now, now! Otherwise, the Nilfgaardians will form a siege, and none of them can escape!"

When East heard the words, his eyes turned red, his majestic body trembled, and he clenched his fists.

There was a thunderous cry of killing from the front, and the soldiers wailed hoarsely.

The last of the infantry and cavalry were still in front of Taniguchi against the Nilfgaardians, but the line was shaky.

He shook his head solemnly,

"What I said at the beginning, there are no deserters in Sintra!"

"If I run away, how can I be worthy of my dead brothers?"

"So, everyone, it's time to die for the country!"

Calanthe didn't speak, gasped heavily, and took her husband's arm.

"No, no, Your Majesty!" Visekid comforted, bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes, "This is not an escape, you have to go back to Sintra to preside over the overall situation and protect your people!"

"Skelliger's reinforcements are coming soon... With their help, we will still have the strength to defend the city, but two backbones are indispensable!"

"Think about how cruel these Nilfgaardians are. Once the city is broken, how harshly will your people be tortured?"

"If you have to take a gamble and die now, that's... IMHO, the act of a coward!"

East was silent for a long time and nodded silently.

...

"boom!"

A huge fireball hit the defense line of the Sintra infantry, and the front of the three lions on a blue background was blown up. The roaring high temperature burned several infantrymen to the ground and wailed, their exposed skin scorched and festered.

The red-hot armor was like a heated cauldron that boiled them alive.

At the mouth of Manada Valley, there is a gap in the last line of defense.

A Nilfgaardian rider leaned over the horse's head, and the Sintra infantry next to him tried desperately to stop them, but they were drowned by the flood of Heijia troops.

The battle line is broken!

"Whoosh!" The black-clothed rider shot a crossbow arrow at the most striking East, hitting the head of His Majesty the King!

Before everyone could react, Easter fell off his horse uncontrollably, shook his body dizzy, and his eyes returned to clarity, but there was a dent on the dome helmet—because the witcher reminded him He will die from the arrow, East in strong armor and helmet!

Several guards roared and rushed towards the cavalry, gold and iron clashed, and several figures were knocked off their horses in an instant!

More black armored cavalry charged.

"Let's go! Easter!" Calanthe's emerald green eyes flashed a pleading, Easter sighed and climbed onto the horse's back.

The two rulers of Sintra, escorted by ten cavalry and Visekid, quickly left the pass of the valley...

As the sun sets in the west, the thunderous sound of horses' hooves resounds on the boundless field, trampled by horses' hooves, and dust clouds fill the rear, forming a clear and incomparable trace.

More than 20 riders in black are chasing after them!

They obviously recognized the identity of the king and queen, and they were not willing to let go of such peerless credit!

"Whoosh-whoosh-" The dense bowstring vibrated.

Twenty skilled knights tugged at the reins while pulling the strings and setting arrows.

Twenty crossbows fired one after another at the fleeing Sintra team!

Ten heroic soldiers who volunteered to serve as human shields fell to the ground one after another, and there were only two fewer pursuers.

The backs of East, Calanthe, and Visekid were completely exposed in front of the riders!

The blue cloak fluttered in the wind.

The ruler of Sintra hangs by a thread!

"Whoosh-"

A black-clothed rider suddenly fell to the ground with a cloud of blood bursting out of his forehead!

"Whoosh-"

Before they could react, the second rider fell in the same way!

"Lo!"

A soul-stirring roar came from behind the black riders!

Everyone's heart skipped a beat, and even Calanthe, who was galloping ahead, couldn't help but look back.

I saw two dazzling silver snakes swept through the air, one went straight through the cavalry, and the other was like a thunderbolt falling from the sky!

In an instant, three more knights were hit by the electric current, and fell off their horses paralyzed, and the crackling arcs on the black armor scurried.

The Nilfgaardian cavalry finally realized the great threat behind him——

A man whose clothes were ragged like a beggar, his pupils were different colors, his seven orifices were bleeding, and his appearance was extremely miserable.

He grinned at them showing his white teeth, and the black steed of Nilfgaard under him charged!

One person, but has the momentum of chasing and killing more than a dozen of them.

He smiled cruelly and raised his hand——

The bowstring vibrated, and the arrow pierced the air.

Another person's eye sockets were sunken, and his body was knocked into the air!

The cavalry were shocked by this miraculous crossbow shot!

Pull the trigger towards him without turning the direction.

"Crack!"

The golden light flashed away.

The three arrows were offset by the Quinn Seal.

The witcher tilted his head to avoid one, ate one forcibly on his right arm, and the arrow pierced through the flesh, but he was like an unconscious stone, and his body did not sway!

Only the small hands around his waist trembled and hugged a little tighter.

The sun had mostly sunk into the horizon, the temperature had turned cold, and the fierce chase on the plains continued.

The remaining twelve Nilfgaardian knights rode their horses in pursuit of the ruler of Sintra, and skillfully drew bows and arrows on their horses, aiming at the weirdos behind them.

"Whoosh-"

Fall first to a man in black.

"Hoohoo!"

There was an icy roar in the sky.

A buffalo-sized, brownish-yellow griffin burrowed out of the void without warning, "Crack!", flapping a pair of mighty wings and rolling up a strong wind.

The cruelty of the predator flashed in the dark pupils, and swept past the cavalry team.

Unprepared, the three knights were directly knocked off by her wings.

Due to inertia, their bodies turned a few times at high speed after they landed, and there was no movement at all.

The gust of wind tightened the griffin's furry cheeks.

Her hooked claws grabbed the fourth knight from the horse's back, threw him as a throwing weapon, and smashed the fifth knight over.

Then she wrapped her body with a pair of wings, as if holding up several sturdy shields to block the thrown arrows.

It came out unscathed.

"Whoosh—" Taking advantage of the enemy's attention, Roy shot three arrows in a row. With the guidance of the arrows and the blessing of slaughter, the arrows accurately penetrated the three helmets and exploded the heads of the three cavalrymen. .

The entire pursuit battle took only ten seconds.

Only 5 of the 18 Nilfgaardian cavalry remained.

The remaining riders were so frightened that their hearts were broken, and there was only one thought left in their hearts, run away!

But they underestimated the Witcher's shooting frequency in 0.4 seconds and the range of more than 100 meters, and made the worst decision in their lives.

The five knights turned their horses' heads in five directions and ran away.

The witcher turned his wrist casually, his eyes cold.

In the continuous sound of breaking the air.

The three of them broke through the blood hole and died under the arrow of the crossbow.

And the sharp beak and claws of the griffin ripped apart the remaining two people.

...

East, Calanthe, and Visekid's way home became unobstructed.

They have been looking back, and at this time they can't help but slow down, allowing the two saviors to catch up from behind!

The four horses ran side by side.

A griffin soared in the sky behind them, scouting for pursuers.

Not far away, the endless sea reflects sparkling light.

The magnificent walls of the city of Sintra, the fortresses on the lonely cliffs of the coast, appear at the end of the field of vision.

"Master Roy, Advisor Triss, how are you two together?" On the warhorse, the strong wind blew Kalanthe's temples, and her figure fit the horse's back lightly and undulating, and her riding skills were extremely exquisite.

And a pair of emerald green eyes flashed with surprise and gratitude, she never imagined that this young witcher was so powerful! Defeat all pursuers alone.

"The two majesties, Marshal Vesekid." Triss stuck out half of her face from behind the witcher's shoulder, "Master Roy saved my life."

So this witcher saved the lives of four people on his side and killed so many Nilfgaardian dogs!

Out of breath for her!

Calanthe's lips moved, and he wanted to promise another reward, but now that Sintra is at stake, it is extremely ridiculous to talk about the reward.

Only hesitating.

And Roy seemed to see what she was thinking, and a smile appeared on his bloody cheeks, "I'm just for Ciri, and whether you believe it or not, I'm entering the battlefield, and there are other important things..."

"I didn't want to interfere in this war, and I have no power to interfere." He pulled the reins and changed the conversation.

"Several, one day you should return to Sintra City. I will send it here, and I have to go back."

Geron is still missing.

"Are you going back?" Triss suddenly raised her head from behind him, her blue eyes filled with worry and anxiety.

"I must go back. But I'll be careful, the soldiers of Nilfgaard can't keep me."

The sorceress bowed her head in silence.

"Don't worry, the witcher abides by the way of neutrality, you shouldn't be involved in this battle." East gently pulled the reins, the wind ruffled his hair and beard like a straw, and his majestic figure was unknown. He stooped down unconsciously, looking extremely depressed. In this battle, "But you stepped in and saved our lives. I owe you a favor, it's God's will."

Four horses ran into a wood.

He sighed, "How should I repay you?"

"Tell me, if you drag it on, you won't have a chance."

Roy shook his head, just about to refuse.

Suddenly, an indescribable feeling came over me.

He was barely in control, and he blurted out.

"I want one..."

Triss's cornflower-colored eyes flashed with surprise, and she felt a slight but meaningful magic in the air.

"Things you already have and don't know about."

Roy's voice fell, and he breathed a sigh of relief, as if something was controlling him just now.

The four horses were silent.

Calanthe's face was pale, and the sad story came back to her heart, her emerald eyes widened, her face twisted, sad and angry.

"No, it's impossible! Don't tell me about the Law of Accidents, witcher, I have agreed to let you take Ciri, how dare you? How dare you?!"

"Calanser, don't worry, have you forgotten, we failed." East shook his head, still calm, "Master Roy is disappointed, we don't have children, she just checked it a month ago."

"I just said it casually. I didn't expect to take another accidental child away." Roy shook his head regretfully, but when he looked at the queen of Sintra, his eyes suddenly froze!

Calanthe

Age: 45

Life: 50 (pregnant)

...

Roy was in a trance, and the illusion reappeared in front of him——

A petite girl with black hair and green pupils like a virgin forest

She looked at Roy, who seemed to be giggling happily, and reached out to him.

"Your Majesty Calanthe, I suggest you go back to Goddess Freya's priest and take a look..."

"Are you kidding me? When did the witcher understand this kind of thing, you just glanced at it!"

"Whether you two believe it or not, this is fate, and I have to congratulate you."

The king and the queen looked at each other. At this moment, happiness, shock, discomfort, and sourness flooded into their hearts...the expressions became extremely wonderful.