The Divine Hunter

Roy sat cross-legged at the top of the watchtower, looked at the rising sun slowly in the sky in the distance, and sank into the template.

Witcher lv10→lv11 (2000/10500)

Main attribute will +2: 24→26

Remaining: 1 attribute point, 1 skill point.

He did not hesitate about the choice of the former, and continued to enhance the main attribute!

Will: 26→27

A dark shadow of an octopus with tentacles suddenly appeared on the wall behind the witcher, cruising against the wall at a dazzling speed, exuding a cheerful mood, as if about to escape from the cage.

However, the octopus reflection only stayed for a moment and then disappeared.

Roy closed his eyes for a moment.

As for skill points, his meditation is already standing before the peak, and there is no reason to switch to other options!

Meditation lv9→lv10

Constitution: 23.5→24

Life: 315→320

Spirit: 21.5→22

Mana: 295→300

At this moment, Roy clearly felt that some kind of subtle change was born from the inside out.

He was shocked, his eyes first became pitch black, and then a brilliant spot of light lit up. Involuntarily, his spirit and soul were pulled away from the noisy and boiling battlefield, and instantly escaped into the world of meditation.

In the vast and boundless elemental space, the four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind were attracted by some kind of strong force, and gathered around him like crazy, rustling and telling endless secrets, as if learning from their parents. language child.

They wrapped Roy's soul at an incredible speed.

Using this as a medium, he poured into the body he left in the real world, filling his worn out magic and physical energy, and soothing his tired spirit and body.

Before this time, every time he entered meditation, his mind seemed to be covered with a veil.

The surrounding is foggy, and thoughts, will, and always a beat slower than the outside world.

And this time, after the meditation reached level 10, he broke through this barrier, and his spirit and consciousness were highly consistent with those in the real world, and he was extremely awake.

He can do whatever he wants in the meditative world, and he tries to use the Alpha Seal—

"Lo!"

A mysterious roar resounded through the elemental space.

"Z-"

Without any gestures, the elements surrounding him seemed to have received a mandatory order, gathered in front of him, blinked to form a large and surprising blue-purple arc, and suddenly jumped towards the dark sky ahead!

"Z-"

A huge silver snake swept through the black space and was annihilated in the very distant void.

...

Lightning streaks across the meditative world so fast that they are intertwined in a fork!

Roy released Alder Tremor, who blessed "Roar" 30 times in a row in one breath. In the real world, he needed 600 points of magic power, and his own upper limit of 300 points was not enough at all.

And two roars will backfire on his body.

However, here, all restrictions do not exist, the elemental tide around him replenishes his mana consumption infinitely, and the "roar" will not hurt his body, which means that he can practice the witcher's seal and lion all the time. Eagle Sect Secret.

"In the future, if you do the training of the seal in meditation, the level of the seal will definitely improve faster!"

Roy suppressed his excitement and glanced forward.

He saw wandering in the distance, two warm yellow light clusters flickering like candles in the wind.

It took him about five minutes to float close to the petite one on the far left, and his soul-shaped arm gently touched it.

A picture appeared in front of his eyes——

A big man with an old-fashioned face, a shiny bald head, and two strong muscles on his arms was sitting cross-legged on a wooden bed and meditating.

"Lesso?"

Just as Elan used to contact Geron through meditation, and after meditation reached level 10, Roy could also allow his soul to pass through this strange world of meditation and connect with his close companions, as long as the other party was also meditating.

It is like carrying a telescopic mirror across space barriers, and it is much more labor-saving and convenient than a real telescopic mirror.

"What exactly counts as a close relationship, master and apprentice, accident law..."

In addition to Letho's light group, there is a brighter and more dazzling light group next to it.

He touched it.

Rita Ned's beauty was imprinted into Roy's eyes - a flawless face set with charming almond eyes, long lashes fluttering, a small and straight nose, charming and full red lips.

She was sitting in meditation on the big velvet bed, wearing a black lace nightdress, showing a proud figure, red hair draped over her shoulders as if beckoning to him playfully.

"Well, so a romantic relationship also meets the requirements, or because I have had a magical encounter with coral?"

Roy's heart moved, and his hands that were trying to form a soul hugged the light group heavily, thinking in his heart, "Sorry, Coral, I have to stay in Cintra for a while."

"Shuh-" The surface of the light group flickered vaguely, as if the carp in the pond that was disturbed by the tourists disappeared all of a sudden.

Roy looked in front of the empty body in amazement, then smiled and shook his head,

"It seems that you have to inform Coral in advance next time. What's it like to try a tryst in the meditation world?"

"what!"

Far away in Novigrad, in a magnificent bedroom, an exclamation suddenly sounded.

Rita Ned looked around in panic with her arms crossed.

After a long time, after repeatedly confirming that there was no one else around, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"No, why does that voice sound like a little villain."

Do you think day by day and dream at night?

She stroked her slender neck, her cheeks suddenly flushed, "Well, this guy must be brought back soon!"

...

Apart from Leto and Coral, he failed to see other people in the meditative world, such as Ox, Serrit...

Maybe they weren't meditating, maybe they weren't connected enough, and there wasn't a magical meeting.

Next, Roy tried to get close to the four light groups hanging in the sky-the four elemental planes.

Especially the air element plane that exudes a faint blue light, where the legendary Di Jing who can fulfill people's wishes lives in it.

He could speculate that the Archmage Joffrey Monk, who sealed the three wishes in the bottle, should have escaped into the elemental plane through meditation and successfully captured Dijing.

But this time Roy didn't take the risk of letting the soul enter the elemental plane.

Just approaching them, an extremely strong death warning rose in his heart.

He has no experience, and it is impossible to rashly use his soul to contact world spirits.

...

"call…"

The suffocating chaotic energy was drawn away from the side.

The witcher who was cross-legged at the top of the watchtower opened his eyes, and several changing colors flashed in the heterochromatic pupils, and then quickly returned to plain.

The spirit sinks into the template.

Meditation lv10——

Concentration (new): Your meditation has reached the pinnacle level, your perception of elements and chaotic energy is beyond ordinary people, and your element affinity has been slightly improved.

Your communication with the elements has become more efficient, reducing each round of full meditation from 5 hours to 2 hours.

Activation: While meditating, your body will automatically draw and store the surrounding water elemental essence.

Through a complete round of meditation (2 hours), you get a chance to "activate", and after using it, 60%→80% of mana and life are quickly restored. This effect can heal moderate injuries and relieve severe injuries.

Note: Activations do not stack and will automatically disappear within a day.

...

"Increasing the affinity of the elements, the power of the seal should increase accordingly. A round of two hours, which means that I only need to rest for two hours a day to recover all my magic and physical energy. This is already superhuman, right? Which woman can stand it? "Roy is extremely satisfied. This evolution has little effect on combat, but he has more training time. "And activation has become able to alleviate serious injuries."

What is a serious injury, that is, residual limbs, broken arteries, and damage to internal organs.

"Almost equivalent to an extra life!"

...

Roy's last gaze turned to the bound weapon.

The hand crossbow, silver sword and steel sword still failed to obtain new enchantments, which basically verified his last guess, and the material of the weapon has reached a certain upper limit.

According to his calculations, if some special forging materials are found, the enchantment position may be expanded.

This time, he selectively enhanced several existing enchantments.

Gabriel --

Blink (Enhanced): Consuming 20→15 mana, you will teleport near the crossbow arrow fired by Garibal.

Guvisher and Arrondette—

Teleportation (Enhancement): No matter how far apart you are, you will teleport to the vicinity of the long sword at a cost of 50→30 mana.

"This time, my life-saving skills are even better!"

The premise is that he must be careful of spells that imprison magic.

After sorting out the gains from the upgrade, Roy went into the battlefield again.

...

Ten siege machines were destroyed, and Sintra's defenders had a chance to breathe.

Nilfgaard was unable to launch a heavy blow to the strong and towering city walls in the short term, and could only let the black armored troops under him fill it with human lives, climb the ladders, and fully armed with the city walls, and the islanders who were well prepared for close combat!

However, since ancient times, it has been easy to defend a city and difficult to attack a city.

Especially in the special terrain of Sintra City, the fearless Skellige people squatted on the wall and threw gravel, logs, and hot oil.

Among a group of islanders as strong as bears, there is a ghostly figure walking along the city wall, constantly overturning arrows at the Heijia Army, and basically two or three arrows take away one life, and there are occasional bullets on the battlements. The loud Skelligers deliberately cheered and counted consecutively to dampen the morale of the attackers.

Although this voice was almost drowned out by the shouts of killing, when the number reached two hundred, it still made the Nilfgaardians feel huge insults and anger.

In order to deal with this terrifying marksman, a team of catapults in the Black Armor Army deliberately hid in the trenches beside the city gate, specifically stalking and sniping him, finally curbing Roy's rampant arrogance.

Despite this, most of the Heijia army couldn't even touch the edge of the battlements, so they wailed and swallowed.

After dropping thousands of bloodied corpses on the second day, the Black Armor changed its offensive strategy on the third day.

...

On this breezy morning, the Black Armored Army, who had been climbing up the ladder, suddenly stopped attacking.

Ten Nilfgaardian sorcerers, covered in black cloaks, approached Sintra's impregnable walls under layers of protection, and ten repeated the same spell.

The sky above the whole town suddenly darkened, clouds covered all the buildings, and the cold wind whistled through the gloomy clouds.

Then, a hailstone the size of an egg fell from the heavy clouds over Sintra, pounding the battlements and roofs!

The hail was so dense that the battlements and streets were covered with a thick layer of ice.

Many islanders who couldn't escape were smashed into pits, even their helmets, and they fled and fell in a hurry on the icy ground screaming in agony.

Many women and children who were constantly watching the war situation on the streets of the city were also affected by this sudden natural disaster. They fell to the ground and rolled, huddled under the eaves behind the windowsill, and survived with blood on their heads.

Not everyone was so lucky, especially the defenders who gathered under the city wall. There were basically no shelters nearby, and those with shields on their backs were fine. As for the other soldiers, they fell to the ground like dead fish and twitched, stained with blood. Red the slippery icy ground.

For a time, Sintra's defenders suffered heavy losses!

The Nilfgaardians outside the city, who were not affected by the hail, watched the show quietly.

"Whoosh—" The crossbow arrow broke through the air, and ripples appeared in the air...

A slender figure clad in Sintra infantry armor flickered into the hailstorm, with his right hand holding two shields to block his head, the collar of the big man's clothes, which was smashed to the ground, and a pale golden oval shield was propped up in his left hand.

"Dong dong!"

Hailstones smashed the shields to their knees.

Roy gritted his teeth, dragged the two of them like a sled, and rushed back under the eaves of the city gate!

"Huh..." Roy leaned his back against the dark and heavy iron gate, took a breath, and touched the bloodstain under his black hair. "It's so dangerous, I can't come back at all!"

He immediately grabbed a bag of spirits and threw it to the other side.

"Have a drink and warm up, you two."

"Thank you, brother." Fron, who was covered with ice slag on the thick cotton armor, sipped a sip of strong wine, seemed to touch the wound on his face, bared his teeth in pain, and was covered in cold sweat.

He threw the wine bag back and handed it to the man sitting under the eaves, back-to-back, also covered in a companion.

"My name is Furen, the soldier who came with Lord Kratz! I will always remember your kindness for saving your life." Furen leaned back on his companion, folded his hands on his stomach, and looked at his blue eyes under his sparse eyebrows To the witcher, "Your Highness? Go back to Kel'zhuo when the war is over, I..."

"Stop! Don't say that!" Roy was taken aback, the person who said he was going to invite him to drink last time had become "Rotten Tomatoes", "The brother who killed the Nilfgaardian dog together, when did you drink? It will be all right!"

He changed the subject abruptly,

"Is the Keldra you speak of a fortress on the island of Great Skellige?"

"Yes, that is the strongest fortress in the entire Skellige, and now belongs to my lord Kratz!"

"Then there's a little Skellige."

"You are very knowledgeable."

"Lord Furen, it's best not to go there in the future. It seems that there are frost giants living there. Maybe they will wake up at some time."

Roy's words fell and disappeared without warning, and the position behind him revealed a red-haired sorceress who was squatting against the city gate.

Her condition was not very good. Her originally delicate hair was soaked with sweat, exuding an unpleasant odor, sticking into clumps, and a white bandage was wrapped around her head, which went around her chin, and a trace of blood was soaked.

Makes that charming face look a little weird.

At this moment, the eyes of those cornflowers stared blankly in front of him, pursing his lips lightly, like a girl with a cherished spring.

"Your Majesty, does your injury matter?"

"Just take a break. I'm sorry, I can't stop this hailstorm."

"I saw it all. There are ten people across from you. You have tried your best."

"Um."

Triss is seldom so distressed,

The main reason is this increasingly sinister war.

Second, since being rescued in Manada, she hadn't waited for the long conversation she had expected—the witchers had been fighting on the city walls for the past two days, barely closing their eyes.

During the period, I only took a few hours to describe the grand scene of the Novigrad Brotherhood with Triss, not to mention whether there was any special feeling.

But she was keenly aware that the gaze of the other party passing over her body would occasionally stay for a while, like a normal man.

He also allowed himself to rest his forehead against his back in the dead of night, just as he did just now.

He should feel a little bit about himself.

But, this helpless war ah.

"Alas, this dog day's spell!" Furen looked at the sky, and the natural disaster became more and more severe.

The silver snake was cruising in the dark clouds of the town, the thunder roared!

The surrounding houses began to shake from their foundations, and even the ground in the city began to shake.

Devastating hail pounded everything in the city of Sintra.

At this moment, a sense of desolation rose in the hearts of the Sintraians hiding under the eaves.

Not only civilians, including East, representatives of the Seven Islands of Skellige, Queen Calanthe, Ciri...

"Cintra, is the deadline approaching?"

"Shuh—" A golden figure flashed through the hail.

Roy dragged a bloodied Sintra soldier back under the city gate.

This time, however, he was a step late, and the Sintra man, whose face was blown red by the sea breeze, fell to the ground and spat out blood, widening his eyes and swallowing his last breath in front of them.

"Alas..." Roy sighed, his bruised cheeks showing sadness.

Although he prefers to kill the Black Armor and enjoys the pleasure of gaining experience, he did not regard the defenders of Sintra as his own at first.

However, after fighting side by side for two days, he had to admit that he felt a little more recognition in his heart for these people who were willing to take risks for them.

Watching these comrades die one by one, a huge depression and haze enveloped his heart, making him a little breathless.

Triss couldn't help but took his hand comfortingly.

But it does not have the rough and toughness caused by frequent fighting.

Rather smooth and delicate.

"Do you two think this battle can be won?" Folun's pale cheeks filled with confusion.

"Whether we can win or not, the Nilfgaardians must pay the price!"

The sky suddenly began to light up.

From beyond the city of Sintra came the sound of vast spells, and sunlight appeared in slits in the clouds.

Druid Mossak finally lifted the dark clouds in the sky when the hail was in full swing.

The hailstones glistened after the rising sun, but the heaviest momentum was over.

and weakened rapidly.

Ten warlocks completed their mission and retreated into the army.

And the tide-like black armor strikes again!

...

Roy and Fron looked at each other, picked up the crossbow and longbow and walked up the city wall again!

...

From this day onwards, large-scale spell strikes became a fixed move of Nilfgaard, and they had to be aimed at Sintra City at least once a day, but the timing of activation changed from time to time.

Strong winds, torrential rain, hail... or night, or early morning, or noon.

After the Sintra soldiers were prepared, not many spells were killed in the battle, but the houses and facilities in the city were severely damaged.

Moreover, after each spell, the three conventional defensive routines all failed, and a large number of black armored troops took the opportunity to land on the ladder.

In addition, the Nilfgaardian army has taken precautions against Roy's flickering.

He never got a chance to flash a mage or break into an enemy camp.

What made him even more disturbed was that he always felt that someone was watching him, and the snake pendant often vibrated for no reason.

He guessed that it was the mage who mastered the confinement spell, or someone else, so that he was stabbed in the back like a dead thorn, and he did not dare to act rashly.

He could only stand at the battlements with ordinary soldiers, constantly swinging, shooting, swinging and shooting.

For the whole seven days, except for the two hours of meditation to restore magic and physical energy, the other times were repeated killings and injuries, and even eating was carried out in between.

The experience is full again.

Witcher lv11 (10900/10500)

He couldn't remember how many people he had killed, and he had tainted more blood in this war than in the two years he had left Kaye Village.

Eighth day.

The upper and lower walls of the city wall were coated with a thick layer of stench, which could be called a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

The Nilfgaardian mage launched the final attack.

Their sorcery could not break through the enchanted city gate guarded by Triss, so they aimed at the towering city wall, after many days of preparation.

Join forces to unleash a forbidden spell!

Roy, who was covered in sweat and blood, only had time to flash to Triss beside the city gate.

Looking up at the sky.

A meteorite radiating intense light and heat, the size of a house, drilled out of the clouds in the sky and heavily bombarded the central city wall.

"Boom!"

Loud noises and vibrations.

The gravel splashed, the dust filled the air, and the countless defenders were smashed into scorched minced meat.

The Sintras, ignited by the flames, screamed and rolled on the ground, scurrying and falling like headless flies!

Thick smoke enveloped a small half of Sintra.

After the smoke, a large hole was broken in the indestructible wall, and a deep hole was torn in Sintra's defense line.

The sunset glow was dyed red with flesh and blood, and cruelly appeared in the sky above the gap.

A heavy and desolate horn sounded!

The Nilfgaardians who were blocked outside the city for eight days rushed into the city like a flood from upstream.

Huge wings swayed from the top of the helmet, and the silver sun wheel flag filled the sky behind him.

...

Devastated.

Triss felt weak and weak, and her figure suddenly fell soft.

The blue eyes were empty and out of focus, and a crystal clear liquid burst out.

Someone hugged her to keep her from falling.

She found that it was Roy, and his voice was shaking, full of hatred and unwillingness.

Undoubtedly, he carried her behind him and ran wildly, so tight, so steady.