The Divine Hunter

Sintra city.

The peaceful and prosperous scene of the past was shattered.

The town was in flames.

Thick smoke and ashes spewed from the narrow alleys in all directions, and the fire engulfed the tight clusters of thatched huts and the corpses of citizens, licking the outer walls of the houses.

Only a thousand burly Skelligers and Cintra soldiers were left, wielding blades and battle axes against Nilfgaardian riders where the walls broke.

Trying to block this huge gap with flesh and blood.

However, the continuous battle of battles for several days has consumed most of the physical strength and energy of the defenders, and they quickly fell into the disadvantage.

Countless war horses wearing black horse ornaments fluttering in the wind leaped into their fragile square like demon spirits, and the knight's flickering sharp blades quickly harvested the heads of the defenders.

The attackers have the spare energy to separate out a black torrent, bypassing the defense line, and pouring directly into the residences of citizens in the city, killing all creatures in front of them, robbing all valuables, and then burning everything with a fire...

Not far behind the first line of defense, on the east side of the alley.

The red-haired sorceress shot a pale flame from her tensed fingers, making a whip-like cracking sound, burning a violent Nilfgaardian to the ground, with horrific faces, arms, and torso. blister.

The burning flesh gave off a stench of burnt smell.

Roy rushed to a black armored army with a spear in the corner of the alley, and with a sword cut off the spear shaft and several fingers of the soldier holding the spear, and twisted his body with his toes.

The soldier covered a long wound between his neck and fell to his knees, blood spurting.

"Let's go, Xiaote, killing a few people won't help!" Roy shook his wrist and threw off the blood beads on the sword. He looked around. In the nearby drainage ditch lay a woman who was spitting out blood from her internal organs. In the burning house There were also the bodies of children hanging upside down on beams and stakes.

"Cintra is over, it's time to leave. Go to the castle, open the portal, and return to Vizima!"

"You have done your best, if you don't leave, you will never have a chance."

"No!" Triss shook her head and screamed and rushed forward, her brown hair swaying in her head, her palms were sprayed with flames, and a column of fire that crossed the air knocked off a black armored army who poured into the alley.

She seemed to be the goddess of fire, shouting and attacking.

But more Black Armor poured in, and the eyes under the winged helmet swept across the graceful sorceress, gleaming with greed, like a jackal longing for flesh.

"Whoosh-"

One crossbow bolt whizzed past her ear, the second hit her thigh, and she felt weak and weak.

Then, a warm embrace wrapped everything behind her, and she closed her eyes with tears in her eyes.

The witcher carried the sorceress on his back and shuttled through the alley at an astonishing speed, killing the sparse black armored army with his crossbow, temporarily saving the mourning refugees.

He finally grabbed a black horse, hugged the sorceress and rode to the castle on the lonely cliff on the coast!

...

King East of Sintra and Kratz of the Archipelago led more than 20 defenders and fought with the Nilfgaardians in the streets, fighting and retreating.

"Ester, let's go back to Skellige!" Kratz slashed a Nilfgaardian's forehead with an axe, splashing blood stained his cheeks and red beard, and out of the corner of his vision he looked at the far unoccupied Sintra Castle, "Listen to me, save your life and settle accounts with them in the future!"

"We've done our best, it's been a miracle to hold the Nilfgaardians back for so long!"

"To die now is to die in vain! Sintra's noble blood and honor will be completely erased!"

Yisi kicked the horse's belly, slashed the head of a black armored soldier with a sword, turned his head and looked at it, the whole town was mourning in the fierce fire and brutal slaughter.

The streets were littered with blood and corpses, including women and children, and houses were ablaze.

Not far away, a small group of townspeople armed with spears was easily broken through by Nilfgaardian riders and felled from behind.

Screams and screams were heard.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse like a rasp.

"Cintra is gone. I, the king, have no qualifications to live? I'm sorry for the trust of the people."

"Think of Ciri and Calanthe. Are you going to leave them? You should at least go back to the castle, too!"

Kratz said, making a look at his subordinates behind him.

Immediately, more than a dozen riders turned around and galloped towards the half-moon-shaped port in Sintra. The Skellige people who stayed behind on the battleship had already raised their sails and were always ready to set off.

"You are right, I will bear all the punishment!" Easter pulled the reins, his expression turned firm, "My Calanthe, my Ciri, my children, they must live!"

"Yu—" The horses quickly ran towards Sintra Castle.

...

On the other side, in the city where the noise shook the sky.

A black warhorse, black cloak, and a giant helmet like a flapping bird of prey, a tall Nilfgaardian knight with a resolute face led a small team to the castle.

A man with moist black eyes, a pointed nose, and thin lips, dressed as a flexible mercenary, but wearing a halostone amulet around his neck, a ghostly figure, and the soles of his feet as if smeared with oil, bypassing all small-scale conflicts. Point, floated briefly in front of Sintra Castle, and got into the window on the second floor.

...

inside the castle.

Under the black beams of the hall, a long row of shields hangs on the walls, and on the shields are the colorful family crests of Sintra nobles.

Before the coat of arms, stood dozens of nobles from the Sintra royal family. They put on clothes that were so black that they could not see any impurities and extra decorations. Both men and women, they all dressed up solemnly and solemnly.

Some women put their arms around her husband's arm, her face pale and trembling, her children who were still young were pulling at the hem of her skirt, and her childish face showed a trace of nervousness and confusion.

Some people covered their mouths from time to time, making a faint choking sound in their throats, trembling shoulders, and red eyes.

There are also people with their heads held high, with a dignified and inviolable expression on their faces, and the twinkling light in their eyes, which is called seeing death as home.

Calanthe stood in front of the crowd, wearing a pure black long dress, his cheeks were covered with sadness, and the depression in his green eyes was breathless.

Without a word, she took out a small and delicate glass bottle from the basket beside her, the liquid in it shimmered with a beautiful and dangerous green sheen.

She solemnly handed the bottle to the first noble with a resolute face, then wrapped her slender fingers tightly around the other's cold hand, and gave him a soothing look.

The latter nodded and stepped back silently.

The round-faced little maid in an apron, Coryl, was by Calanthe's side, doing the same work with a bloodless face.

In just a few minutes, every royal in the hall was given a bottle, including children.

Then, the men took their wives and children and quickly returned to the castle room that had been arranged, and the family lay next to each other on the bed.

The dignified and beautiful wife gave her husband a gentle smile, patted the child's head lightly, coaxed in a low voice, and poured the bottle of liquid for the child.

Then, he hugged her tightly in his arms.

The wife is the second, kissing her husband goodbye, smiling, and swallowing the potion.

Finally, it was her husband's turn. He hugged his dearest people tightly in his arms with both hands, looked at their faces with slightly raised eyebrows, and resolutely took the green vial in his mouth.

"Grumbling."

The medicine is drunk enough!

Letting the war raging outside, their expressions were extremely calm, with smiles at the corners of their mouths, they gradually took their last breath and returned to the embrace of Goddess Freya.

The same scene played out in dozens of rooms throughout the Sintra Castle.

And Calanthe and Collier, took the last few bottles of potions in the basket and returned to the bedroom on the top floor of the castle.

...

"Where did Grandpa go?" Ciri, who was wearing a silver-gray cloak and hood, grabbed her sleeves noisily, her eyes widened and her cheeks puffed out, shouting, "Didn't we agree to come together? Novigrad!"

"Your grandfather is fulfilling his responsibilities and obligations. A king, a man, and a husband." Calanthe stood in front of the window on the top floor, staring at the billowing smoke and fire, her emerald eyes flashing with tears , "Be obedient now, Ciri, and leave with Master Geralt!"

"Do not!"

"Calanser, I suggest you leave with us!" Geralt rubbed the teleportation crystal in his palm, his dark cat pupils shone with seriousness.

"Are you kidding me?" Calanthe shook his head and smiled bitterly, "My people are being slaughtered by the invaders, and my husband's whereabouts are unknown, but I want to flee to the city of Nuo, thousands of miles away, and hide with the witchers. ? Don't insult me!"

She leaned out of the window slightly, and her eyes suddenly narrowed. Opposite the suspension bridge of the moat, a group of strong men from Skellige came on horseback, and there were two familiar faces in the lead!

"You have other options..." Mossak stroked his chin beard and suddenly persuaded, "I discussed the worst situation with Kratz and King Bran in advance. The archipelago has made all arrangements to welcome you. Come."

"King Bran is willing to help you. As long as you are still alive, the lost territory and the blood feud of the people can be discussed in the long run."

"It's time to go, the sailboats in the port are ready!"

Calanthe's expression tightened upon hearing this.

The battle situation under the window sill changed suddenly. From the raging flames in the eastern town, a group of heavily armored knights, a total of twenty knights, happened to be in the open space in front of the narrow drawbridge with the troops led by Ist and Kratz. collision!

Black and blue cloaks swirled wildly in the torrent of steel, swords slashed on shields, and the warhorses roared loudly.

"Mossack, hurry, hurry up and save them!"

Geralt couldn't help but look around.

"As you wish!" Emerald green light flashed on Mossak, a pale white smoke filled the room, a crow flew out, flew down the window, and returned to its human form when it landed on the ground in front of the suspension bridge.

Mossak raised his big hand with abrupt blue veins, and danced the quaint staff behind him to the sound of whirring. With his beard and hair fluttering, he jumped and smashed a Nilfgaardian knight on horseback to the ground! Bleeding.

He simply jumped into the cavalry team, stirring up a green whirlwind.

The heavy armored cavalry was instantly suppressed!

Calanthe breathed a sigh of relief.

Geralt's eyes were serious.

"Don't run, Your Highness!"

Collier screamed suddenly, but Ciri disappeared, the door to the bedroom was open, and the freezing wind blew in!

"Damn girl!" Calanthe's face twisted, clutching her stomach, and was about to vomit blood.

The round-faced maid chased after him.

The witcher's dark cat pupils flickered coldly and poured into the castle corridor.

The little girl with short arms and short legs is no match for the witcher. After running only a few dozen meters, Geralt lifted the dress by the back like a chicken.

"Let go, Geralt! I'm going to pick up Grandpa!" Ciri's chubby little face flushed red, struggling like a puppy being teased by the back of her neck!

Collier looked at her helplessly and shook her head.

"Naughty boy, you almost broke, do you know? It's time to have enough fun!" Geralt no longer hesitated, rubbing the portal crystal with his left hand, and the magic aura surged.

Amidst the loud bang, a boxy door appeared in the air in the corridor, and a swirling gust of wind kept blowing out of it.

Geralt just wanted to throw Ciri directly in.

The opposite side of the corridor suddenly lit up with an unusual blue light.

A figure appeared in the original empty place. He had mean lips and black eyes full of ill-will. At the same time as he appeared, he released a spell to draw a blue flash, illuminating the three people who could not be touched. .

"boom!"

Magic surges.

Geralt roared and fell back, and Ciri fell beside him

The round-faced maid Collier was directly blasted into the portal by this air bomb, and inexplicably became the first person to arrive at Gawain's house.

...

"Come in!"

Geralt kicked Ciri's little ass, and she threw herself in front of the portal with a groan, pouting in grievance and wanting to cry, just a little bit.

"boom!"

The man who appeared suddenly, with flames in his palm, threw a fireball at the witcher.

Geralt erected the silver sword in front of him, the blade splitting the flame in two, and the rest was offset by the Seal of Helios.

However, after this moment of delay, the portal summoned by the crystal has reached the time limit and disappeared into the air with a bang.

"Bastard!" Geralt cursed in an extremely rare manner, his pupils shot out an undisguised murderous intent, and his left hand quickly outlined a black mask!

Ciri got the signal from his eyes, and ran to the darkness on the other side of the corridor.

The man's sinister gaze swept over the girl's back and then over the white wolf, as if he understood something, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and a dazzling lightning bolt drilled out of his hand, ploughing a deep ditch on the ground and shooting at the witcher.

Geralt rolled to the ground, but was scraped by the electric light, and Helio was broken.

The silver sword swung in mid-air, and he sprinted forward in a zigzag shape along both sides of the corridor, dashing towards the mage.

The next second, spell light and sword light filled the entire corridor!

...

"Shh-"

Easter blocked the long sword swung by the black-armored knight with a sword and hit his forehead with the hilt. The knight fell off the black warhorse with a slight concussion. Easter's car raised its front hooves and stepped down again. Broken his ribs.

The king of Sintra glanced parallel to the battlefield.

The battle in front of the castle has already occupied an absolute advantage, and the strong support of Mossac vividly explained to the Nilfgaardian what is called the wrath of nature. A staff smashed at least seven or eight cavalry heads, which is comparable to the most. mighty warrior.

The rest of the cavalry were slaughtered by the mighty Skellige swordsman.

He looked up at the top of the castle, where his wife's familiar, kind eyes were watching him.

Their eyes met, and endless comfort and warmth flooded into my heart.

East kicked the horse's belly and rushed towards a cavalryman, parrying, slashing back, and smashing the hilt into his side of the head, one, two, three...

"Whoosh-"

He heard the sound of broken air coming from the side of his face.

He raised his sword to block, but it was too late--

...

"You will be shot to death by a crossbow..." Roy the witcher said to him with a serious look, East originally thought that he had changed his fate in Manada.

But fate awaits him here.

My Calanthe, my Ciri, my child... Farewell.

Easter's last thoughts flashed through his mind, and he lost consciousness——

King of Sintra, left eye pierced by a sudden arrow.

The horse fell heavily.

fell under the eyes of his lover.

...

"No! No!" In front of the window on the top floor of the castle, Calanthe's face was twisted, and she let out a heart-piercing howl, an indescribable and uncontrollable sadness pinched her heart.

A tune called despair plays in my head!

In an instant, the world in front of her turned grey and white, and everything seemed to fall into stillness.

Only pain, only sadness.

At this moment, she forgot the hatred of the country and the family, her naughty granddaughter and the child in her womb.

She was like a walking corpse, obedient to the bewildering thoughts in her mind, and stood on the window sill more than ten meters high.

She opened her arms, fell to the front, and hugged her husband.

The sound of "huhu" passed by.

It was as if the world was trying to save her for the last time.

...

"Pfft!"

Warm, soft, with a slight stench.

Is this Easter's embrace?

A pair of emerald green eyes opened.

The blue sky and the sparkling waters of the half-moon harbour lie ahead.

All the surrounding scenery is flying at an unbelievable speed.

Underneath is-

"Roar!"

Golphin Griffin let out a clear and low cry, and his huge gray-black wings swept across the sky,

Everyone under the castle widened their eyes in horror.

The griffin circled gracefully in the sky and landed firmly on the ground below the castle.

It put down the queen, roared again like a farewell, and fluttered away!

Calanthe sat down on the blood-stained ground, with a demented face surrounded by a group of islanders.

"I'm alive?"

...

The witcher jumped off his horse with his star-eyed half-closed sorceress in his arms, and his eyes passed over the pale face of the king of Sintra and the empty eyes of the queen,

He shook his head sadly.

They have already done this step, but they still haven't changed their fate.

Fortunately, Golfing kept an eye on Shao in advance, otherwise...

"Calanser, His Majesty East is no longer here. If you don't think about it any more, wouldn't it make sense for him to sacrifice his life to protect you?"