The Divine Hunter

Dark secret room.

The witcher stared at the image crystal in the telescopic mirror, in a daze.

"It's ironic that the ruthless Ortolan, a master of the field of biological modification in his 300s, finally sacrificed himself for his wife and children."

This is completely contrary to his speculation, he did not expect such a tortuous story behind it.

"Seeing and reasoning are not necessarily true, and it is a lesson for me."

But he has mixed feelings about the master.

In order to save his wife, brutally tortured and killed four innocent lives, Altolan built redemption on the despair of others, and his actions went horribly wrong, this is a twisted love!

But another voice told the witcher that Altolan had paid for his life, and it was a fair deal.

But how can money be the same as life?

Roy shook his head, eliminating the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

Focusing on the present moment, the most important purpose of his trip is to find out the news and whereabouts of Idaran from the laboratory.

"According to the analysis of the last paragraph, Yidalan provided a method to destroy both body and spirit. Altolan should have left Indalsfair to see him, but unfortunately he did not mention the exact location."

"Has Altolan finally got his wish?"

Did this archmage perish with the evil spirit called "Dart"?

What exactly does the method provided by Idaran refer to? "

Sinners, destruction of body and soul...

Roy felt a strange familiarity.

Just a few months ago, the experience of Mayena, north of Soden, resurfaced - the sin-scarred grain merchant was annihilated by the red energy field, and his servant Mato was burned by red flames in front of Roy. most of them.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible. The whereabouts of the four great masters were hidden, and the red light appeared without warning. Even the masters of the Druid Ring could not find any clues.

"Let's assume that the series of abnormalities in Mayena are all the work of Yidalan and the four great masters."

"The reason why they enter and leave the battlefield,

Collecting souls is also for the lofty ideal of purifying the sins of the world? "

But this is too naive and idealistic!

In this world, there is good and there must be evil. The two exist relative to each other. Extreme good or extreme evil, in Roy's view, is a kind of imbalance in the world.

The witcher took a deep breath, and didn't go any further, couldn't find Idalan, his assumptions were useless!

...

Five minutes later, he put the four corpses into the storage space, took off the silk bag containing the money tickets, hesitated for a while, and returned to the original place.

Take the guardian pendant on the magic seal door and leave the secret room.

A crescent moon rose into the night sky, and the moonlight reflected through the cracks in the forest to reflect the entire pond.

"Ah, baby, my mead, come here and let me kiss your little mouth again."

The young tour guide hugged the willow tree and wriggled and kissed... With a series of sweet words in his mouth, his saliva and nose were flowing, and he seemed to regard the willow tree as his dream lover.

The witcher shook his head and smiled. He used a steel sword to cut open the soil and dug a large hole nearby, and buried the four dead in the ground.

After a finger snap.

"Um... me, what happened to me just now?" Clotte wiped the foul saliva from the corner of his mouth and the snot blown out by the night wind, looked at the moon in the sky with a confused look, and scratched his sore crotch.

"The quality of sleep for young people is quite good..." The witcher nodded at him. "You can fall asleep sitting by the pond. You sleep soundly and soundly. I didn't disturb you."

"Sorry, I must have walked too much with you today. I almost walked lame and was exhausted. By the way, what did you find?"

Roy thought for a while and nodded.

"I found the mark left by Ortolan. He has returned to Ron Essette and continues to be his own rich man. I am afraid he has married another wife."

"I'll just say, that guy is a big radish!"

...

The soft moonlight shrouded Luofuteng Village, as if there was a bright mist surging between the houses and roads.

The barking of dogs and the chirping of insects were heard in the yard.

A quiet and peaceful farmhouse style.

Roy came out of the red house again, but this time he didn't knock on the door. He looked in through the crack of the window, and the bright yellow firelight showed a warm home - the one with tied hair and a gray apron. The hostess, Ava, stirred the iron pot on the bonfire with a smile, and the aroma of meat and vegetables wafted out of the window along the boiling heat.

Another tall man in a simple linen coat was beside her, holding up the baby in the swaddle, with a happy and happy smile on his honest and honest face,

"Haha, Asa, do you miss Dad?" He poked the baby's little nose, and rubbed the baby's delicate little face with the rough stubble of his chin.

"Cuckoo..."

"Take it easy!" The woman said coquettishly, "Poke Asa into a flat nose, and I won't be able to find a daughter-in-law in the future!"

"Haha, as long as he learns the technique of fishing well with me, he will never worry about marrying a daughter-in-law!"

"What's the point of being a fisherman in a lifetime? When you were 30 years old, weren't you still single? You are the stupidest in the village!"

"Nonsense! Didn't I marry a beautiful woman like you? Ingenious and virtuous, this is the wise arrangement of God Freya!"

A shy red glow flashed across the woman's face, her beauty was amazing.

"Dear, look, the little guy is smiling at me, it's so cute, hehe, uh - you're keeping Dad? I promise, I'll stay at home to play with you tomorrow!"

"Giggle!"

The witcher silently watched the warm scene in the house, his eyes swept across the bright smiling faces of the men and women in the house, his heart was inexplicably sour, and the night wind made his back cold.

"Ava, you never know what the man you hated and unforgettable paid for and sacrificed for you and your child. But just go on and be happy knowing nothing."

Asaph is just an ordinary baby without magical talent, so naturally there is no need to know the twisted story behind this.

The witchers did not want to disrupt their peaceful life.

After thinking about it, his right hand quietly reached into the wooden guardrail of the window, and put the priceless but inconspicuous necklace on the window sill.

He turned away without hesitation.

...

"By the way, dear, where's the necklace around the child's neck?"

"Ah? I remember I took him off, scrubbed it, and left it to dry by the windowsill. I'm looking for it?"

"I found it! Sure enough, I'll say it!" The woman held the necklace, patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, but her eyes noticed two figures in the night, quickly disappearing, one of them was wearing a black cloak, which looked like Lonely and ethereal.

"Who is that guy next to Clotte?" The man walked behind the woman and hugged her slender waist gently, put his chin on her shoulder, and kissed her slender neck lightly.

"I don't know, it's probably a tourist from out of town. Don't be fussy, let me go, it's time to eat!"

"Hey, I want to eat you first!"

...

"boom!"

Hops splash.

The lobster tavern, the bonfire burning in the center of the hall, and the jumping sparks, showed a red and drunk face.

The three huge mugs slammed into the air, and a gurgling gurgling sound was heard amid the crystal clear wine foam and the sweet aroma of mead.

"Hmm—" A big hand covered with black hair hung the empty wine glass upside down, and Edge squinted at the witcher and his old friend who was sweating profusely.

"Mr. Linus Peet, thank you for this drink, and if you have any questions in Indalsfail in the future, feel free to come to me," he assured, patting his fluffy chest. Except for Ertolan, I've told you everything I can say!"

"And you kid..." The big man gave Clotte a slap on the shoulder, "Take me a good tour of Mr. Linus these two days, don't think about cheating him to make him shop!"

"Don't slander my character! Hiccup..." The tour guide roared with a blushing face, carefully looking at the witcher, "I'm innocent, and I will provide customers with the best service on the entire island!"

"By the way, Mr. Linus has found the whereabouts of Altolan, how long are you going to stay?" Clotte looked at him, his mouth spit out the smell of garlic lobster, "Continue the tour tomorrow? Travel all over Indalsfee Er, the other island, Faroe Island, I am also familiar with the big and small Skellige."

Roy shook his head, his face gloomy, "Leave tomorrow, and after seeing Yanke, give the orphans and widows good news."

Even in a lively tavern, the man's ghost-like face always passed before his eyes.

cruel act.

But there is self-sacrificing love.

The most important thing is that he didn't find Yidalan's whereabouts, as if there was a huge boulder in his heart, he was in a panic, and he urgently needed to vent!

"You don't seem too happy? Because Ortolan... As I say, you don't want to think about the big businessman who cheated. In a few days, on June 21st, the summer solstice, the archipelago will hold a traditional festival dance, "Claude said brightly, "A handsome man like you might be able to get a few wealthy children from the capital, or women from the archipelago, for free."

"Don't look at our daughters at sea with a big skeleton, not as petite and delicate as in the northern continent, and their skin is always exposed to the wind and the sun, not as delicate as land women, but her wild energy and rich flesh, hehe, if you experience it, you will understand , what kind of woman is called a real top-quality woman! Stay a few more days to relax, you will never regret it!"

Tour guides do their best to attract business.

Roy nodded sympathetically, Coral, was not born in the Skellige Islands.

"Why wait until the festive ball to pick up girls?" Aggie looked at the bar on the other side with squinted eyes, where three maids in brown aprons stood side by side, looking around with smiling faces, and their moist eyes kept coming. Sow autumn waves.

Compared with the women in the mainland taverns, they are taller and have very obvious features.

"As long as you are willing to spend some money...you can be the groom now..." The guard's big furry hand fanned the wind and scratched the chest hair that came out of his pajamas, "Judging by my vicious eyes that scare away Mokwag , that Mary in the middle is definitely for you, spicy enough, but not so wild, your little body can handle it!"

Roy shook his head, his eyes turned to a circle with a radius of five meters next to the bonfire, where two stout, red-faced Skellige men started a fist-to-fight fight with the help of alcohol.

In each boxing, the opponent's sweat, wine and blood splashed at the same time, dripping with joy.

The light of the bonfire illuminated the faces that looked like crazy people next to them.

There were more than ten onlookers, all of whom were Skelliger men full of alcohol and sturdy.

The tavern was as noisy as boiling water.

Cheers and swearing echoed, and the gigantic shock seemed to overturn the roof.

Beside the circle, a man with the appearance of a referee waved at the contestants with spittle, or separated the opponents who were clasped together.

"Are they playing?"

"Haven't you heard of it? Skelliger Islands Fist of Wrath Tournament, Indalsfair Island Audition... The winner can go to the next stop at Keldro Port on the Great Skelliger Island to challenge..." Edge's eyes were fiery Staring over there, "Anyone who has a bit of courage and force will not miss this great challenge. Victory after victory, pass the test, and finally enter Queen Bierna's arena, participate in the finals, defeat the invincible Olaf, become the Skellige's hero! It's a pity that I only lasted two games before I was eliminated."

"Don't look at me." Clotte shook his head, "I'm not good at boxing, I'm afraid I'll be torn to pieces!"

"Breathe, breathe..." Roy drank a glass of mead in one breath, his nose snorted, his eyes flashed coldly, he took off the toad sunglasses and heavy black cloak on his face, and his brown leather armor revealed a streamlined slender body.

As for the set of enchanted plate armor, which was dented by an anchor of the ice giant, it needs to be repaired.

"Help me look good." The witcher looked up.

"Ouch", a man as strong as a bear, covering his dark panda eyes, wailed and sat out of the arena. The winner, who was covered in sweat and oil, raised his fists wrapped in white bandages, his eyes wide open. He looked around fiercely, his expression full of provocation.

There is a message in the eyes-

Who else, who else?

The cheers of the audience were light, and no one came out.

The witcher walked straight into the crowd.

"Professor Linus, pay attention to defense and take care!"

Clotte and Edge noticed the witcher's eyes with different colors, and couldn't help trembling.

Professor or a witcher?

Someone is going to be unlucky!

Next, an extremely amazing scene was staged in the brightly lit Cane Toad Tavern.

"Ouch!"

A red-nosed, black-haired big man soared into the air like a sandbag, flew out of the field, and lost a big yellow tooth.

The crowd of onlookers grew their mouths.

The physical fitness of Skellige men generally exceeds that of the northerners, but unfortunately it is completely incomparable to the witcher. In the eyes of onlookers, his steps are as agile as a ghost floating in the air, and his strength is as great as a rock troll.

There is absolutely no situation of evenness.

"The winner, Professor Linus Pitt and witcher from Ossenfurt, is there anyone else? Who else?" The referee squatted like a crab and waved frantically at the onlookers, "Skelly Where's Jay's brave man? Giving the victorious honor to a witcher? You're frightened by his beastly eyes?"

"I'm coming!" A man with a hooked nose and a pointed chin stepped into the competition circle.

Two seconds later, he clutched his left cheek that was swollen into a steamed bun, and fell straight to the ground like a wooden stick, losing consciousness.

"Come again! Children of the sea, Skelliger's man, don't shrink away from the circle and be a coward! Let him see the storm and turn him into a vegetative state!"

"Never let mutants ride on our heads!" A tall man with a height of seven feet and weighing more than two hundred pounds walked into the circle and shouted, "God bless Freya! I'll give you some power. Look at it!"

The big man vowed to finish his harsh words, and the referee just finished the countdown, and everyone's eyes were full of flowers, and the witchers in the circle rushed forward with lightning and flint.

Transform into a hurricane!

The punch easily passed through the box he was defending, hitting the soft flesh between the big man's chest and abdomen.

"puff!"

The big man curled up like a boiled lobster, opening his mouth and squirting wildly.

"Crash..."

Half of the lobster meat and dried salted fish were digested in the wine and stomach, drawing a wonderful bright yellow arc in the air.

Drenched the referee and the audience all over their heads.

"Hiccup...comfortable..." The big man hiccupped in fascination.

In the strange smell of fermentation, a series of angry roars sounded.

The witcher stood outside the dirt, and the strange-colored iris swept across the crowd. It was as sharp as a knife. Although the swept man Skelliger was breathing fire, he unconsciously lowered his head.

They respect the strong.

...

"A bunch of soft bastards, is there anyone else to challenge?" The referee wiped away the stains on his face with a livid face, and no one came forward.

"I'm announcing that today's challenge winner is Linus Pete! Congrats, man, you can head to Little Skellige tomorrow for the next Fists of Fury challenge!"

"Linus Pete!" Another man with a red face and a fur cloak put a barrel of mead on the wine cabinet. "You won the boxing match, do you dare to compete with me for a drink!"

"How to compare?"

"A few of us," the strong men from the archipelago smiled at each other, "single you out!"

"I can't ask for it!" The witcher was not afraid to look at them. Today, he doesn't want to care about anything, just get drunk!

...

at the same time.

To the north of the brightly lit tavern, the sea dozens of miles away.

The two dragon boats are like monsters lurking in the night, quietly swimming across the sea, breaking through the waves, and heading for the distant Indalsfair Island.

The moonlight fell on the dark ship, and the blade, the axe, and the armor reflected the cold light.