The Divine Hunter

Magical space, colorful northern lights flowing and jumping around.

The witcher fell silent as he watched the golden-eyed woman not far away.

He had expected that he was not a follower of God Freya, so he should be paid a little for helping her, right?

That's the way of the witcher.

"My dear lady, I want to confirm before asking any questions. Can I ask any questions?" the witcher asked cautiously.

"It has to be where I can touch, the area where my temple and altar radiate, the Skellige Islands, or the coastal countries such as Sintra and Keville!" The golden-eyed woman said.

It turns out that God Freya is not omniscient.

"Where is Anahalo, Grandmaster of the Witcher Bear School?"

the goddess said,

"Change the question."

Roy sighed, "You know exactly what I did after I landed on the island, can you tell me the whereabouts of the Archmage of Ortoran? I want to know where he went after he left Indalsfair Island. where?"

The golden-eyed woman nodded at him.

A picture suddenly passed in front of the witcher's eyes——

The dark secret room, the six-pointed star formation with the corpse hidden below, a telescopic mirror... It was the secret laboratory of Altolan that he visited!

But this time, Roy saw the figure - the mage Orr, who was dressed in tattered cloth, with a bone-like shape, messy hair like a chicken coop, bloodshot eyes filled with sandworms, and cheekbones protruding like a ghost. toland.

Breathing heavily, he suddenly pulled his right hand like a chicken claw, and a gust of wind suddenly blew in the room.

A swirling jet-black space door appeared in mid-air, and with the help of the goddess, the witcher could clearly see the scene behind the portal—a narrow alley.

Sewage flows on the ground, domestic garbage is piled up everywhere, and the walls are covered with moss.

And just far away from this mean alley, stands a splendid palace, next to the palace is the mage tower with red spires.

As far as he knows, there are no less than dozens of such cities in the whole world.

According to its architectural style and degree of sophistication, it should be an important city in the north, or even the capital of a certain country!

"Maribo!"

At this time, the voice of the goddess sounded in my heart!

Roy looked excited and clenched his fists.

"So Idaran, the Four Great Masters, and Arzu's bases are likely to be located in Maribo, the city that was once destroyed by the giant centipede salivator? And that Mage Tower is Triss Merigold's Tower! "

Just have an address.

Next, he should be fully prepared, at least through the third trial of green grass, his strength will be further improved.

The witcher companions are fully armed and act together.

Go to Maribo, find out the purpose of the four great masters, and avenge the four great masters, especially Anahad of the Bear School.

This time, he will never hesitate or show mercy!

"Thank you for your suggestion." Roy stroked his chest with his left hand, bowed to the goddess, and exhaled.

With the news of the four great masters, the next step is to improve the strength as much as possible.

He said according to the plan in his mind, "I have already thought about the second question. I remember when you first called me, you called me the son of the ancient blood."

"As noble as you, you have heard of the blood of the ancients, so I want to know, how can I continue to increase the power of this blood in my body?"

The tempering potion given to him by Master Mirror has expired.

He has to find another way.

The golden-eyed woman in the distance gave off an inexplicable feeling of joy.

It seems that the witcher's problem is in her arms!

"The blood of the ancients, the blood of the elves—the holy blood, the blood of the curse, the blood of the slayer, the blood of the savior, the blood of birth, the blood of death!" Every word she recited in obscure archaic, It made the witcher's heart beat, and twisted blood vessels involuntarily appeared under the skin of his cheeks.

Gurgling, blood rushing wildly in it.

Shimmering golden sheen.

"This is not a great power you can wield... You are not the son of Laura Doren,

Not even a born Ain El. And the blood of the ancients is a recessive inheritance in males... but as a male, you have mastered this power contrary to common sense! "The goddess said to herself, "What secrets are you hiding in your body? Captured the blood of the ancients through this path, and even developed to the point where it is today? "

Laura Doron is the ruler of the kingdom of Elf Ain El, the daughter of the Elf King Oberon Muhitazi, who has the power to travel through time and space.

She fell in love with a human mage in this world.

The combination of the two gave birth to the ancestors of Ciri.

The blood of the ancients has been passed down along their genealogy.

The witcher was silent.

"You are the extra one! Your ancient blood is not a natural product. If you want to continue to strengthen it, it is as difficult as reaching the sky."

"Even if you use and exercise every day...it will take one or two hundred years to make it enter the next stage and reach the level of Laura Doren..."

Roy's heart jumped, isn't the ancient blood in his body already in the early stage of awakening?

And in his memory, Ciri, who was also in the early stage, took less than ten years to completely control this power and passed the primary stage.

Why is it so difficult to have a plug-in yourself?

"Maybe it's the arrangement of fate..." She said, looking at the sky where the aurora was changing, her golden eyes were full of brilliance, "I felt it not long ago. Ren Renren, the child in the womb of Queen Calanthe of Sintra, and you, all appeared in the Skellige Islands, within the sphere of my influence."

Roy immediately understood that Ciri had come to see Calanthe!

"Both of them will be your key to the next phase."

But what Freya said next made him shudder.

"As long as you capture the ancient blood in the bodies of the two women of time and space! Of course, the higher the level of awakening, the more perfect. You will further control the power of time and space!"

What? !

Take their ancient blood?

The witcher couldn't help but think of what Wygfortes had done.

An outrageous blood snatch plan.

If you have to hurt Ciri and his accidental son, can you raise the blood of the ancients?

So what's the difference with that perverted mage?

Do not!

He shook his head and forcibly killed this terrible thought in his heart!

"Witcher, it seems that you have a good relationship with them. Don't worry, you don't have to kill them, and squeeze their blood to get a drop of blood." She seemed to notice the shock on the witcher's face, and suddenly The tone changed, "As long as they trust you 100% and are willing to surrender to you and the ancient blood in your body...you can easily take one-third of their ancient blood without harming their lives."

"And that's the best way to avoid tragedy!" she said meaningfully. "Why do you think the blood of the ancients is called the blood of the curse?"

"None of its owners have a good death! The more perfect the bloodline evolves, the heavier this ominous doom will be."

Roy thought of Laura Dolan and Ciri's mother Pavetta.

Two ladies awakened by the blood of the ancients, the former was hunted down by his own clan, Ain El, and died of exhaustion after giving birth to a girl in the wild hills.

The latter was killed in the Sedna Abyss by his husband Dhoni / Emhyr Wa Enreth, in conjunction with Wygoforts, in an elaborate plan.

And Ciri, according to the original history, will also be displaced and tortured, and finally run to the end of her lonely destiny.

Cursed blood, hasn't it shown its power yet?

"The stronger the ancient blood of El El, the more the world will reject you!" said the goddess, her high-pitched voice echoing in this mysterious space, without the slightest emotion, "The blood of the ancients, the blood of death , will not only curse yourselves, but also bring disaster to the world!"

"There were more than ten years left, but now the time is a little earlier, and there are still less than ten years - the wolf will devour the sun, the moon will produce a lunar eclipse, the ouroboros will once again hold its own tail, complete the circle, and the time will change. The cycle is completed, then the world enters the era of frost, and the blizzard of the wolf comes! All life in this world will face a terrible winter!"

Isn't this the legendary cosmic disaster Hoarfrost, the terminator of countless planets and worlds.

According to Roy's memory, this disaster will come more than ten years later, but Freya declared that it will come earlier!

Combined with her advice, a terrifying enlightenment rose in Roy's heart—

Could Ain El, Blood of the Ancients attract Rime?

Originally, there was only one heir of ancient blood, Ciri, in this world, so White Frost will come in more than ten years.

But now there is more of himself and the unexpected daughter in Calanthe's belly.

Huge variable!

...

"The blood of the ancients is the blood of saviors, and the owner will bear the fateful responsibility." Her voice interrupted the witcher's thoughts, "You have a responsibility, understand?"

"If you are willing to sacrifice, you can end this disaster!"

"So are you ready, Roy?" The golden-eyed woman suddenly asked expectantly and walked towards him.

"What do you mean? Why prepare?"

"Look with your eyes—"

He suddenly felt shaken.

A huge force grabbed his limbs and torso, carrying him off the ground, rising into the sky, and crossing the colorful aurora belt.

To the dark and vast cosmic vacuum beyond the planet.

Look down at the tiny planet beneath your feet.

This is the world of the witcher.

He couldn't help holding his breath, and even his heartbeat stopped in an instant—

In the vacuum, there are dense, endless dark particles, like an army of locusts passing through the wilderness.

Block the sun.

The severe cold followed, and the corner of the azure and beautiful planet suddenly reflected a terrifying icy blue light.

Pieces of ice crystals spread, covering the blue sea, green forest vegetation, yellow mountains and land like a plague.

The overwhelming frost and blizzard froze everything and everything alive.

In the blink of an eye, the planet under my feet was frozen into a icy hockey puck, completely reduced to a dead zone!

And the endless gray particles continued, floating and wandering in the universe.

Flock to the next planet.

...

Standing in the void beside him, something moved, a woman with a curled body, hair, skin, lace dress, and plump body covered in ice and snow.

And that pretty face was very familiar.

"The world will usher in the fate of extinction in advance, are you ready?" Coral, who was about to freeze, asked softly, "Are you willing to sacrifice?"

sacrifice?

Roy's face was stiff, and he pursed his lips hesitantly.

Boom!

In the huge sense of weightlessness, he fell rapidly!

For ten seconds!

All visions in front of him disappeared.

Roy returned to that mysterious place again.

He was silent, his mind was still silent in the series of terrifying hoarfrost annihilation illusions just now.

There is also a trace of anger in my heart!

Goddess Freya.

I just ask you questions, but you want to fool me into sacrificing myself and being a savior?

I'm not that noble!

Roy shook his head, but in his memory, the future Hoarfrost was not impossible to settle.

Even if the hoarfrost has to be advanced.

At least eight or nine years left?

Don't be in a hurry now!

The golden-eyed lady shook her head and sighed, "You're not ready yet? There's not much time left."

...

After a long time.

The witcher has finally digested the blood of the ancients and the secrets of Hoarfrost.

"Now, let's stop with the second answer." She shook her head in disappointment, "Go on."

"My third question is a bit presumptuous," he took a deep breath and calmed down his restlessness, "why don't you personally punish the mokwag thugs? Summon lightning to turn them to ashes, or in their Before the dragon ship arrived at Inda Island, they called the sea storm to destroy their ships?"

He couldn't figure it out all the time. Could it be that the legendary god still can't deal with dozens of pirates?

Watching your most devout priest be slaughtered?

Humble enough to ask myself a mortal to help.

...

The golden-eyed woman's voice became solemn.

"Your question is so important that it exceeds my promised pay."

"You want to know the answer, you have to pay more."

"What do you want?" Roy sighed inwardly, as expected.

"As my followers, patrol all the temples of Freya in the Skellige Islands for me, and help me punish all those who are ungodly and who offend me. For a period of time—until the day when the world comes to hoarfrost."

Roy shook his head directly,

"Sorry, Madam Freya, I can only live up to your high expectations. I have no plans to stay in the archipelago too long... My home is Novigrad."

He didn't want to somehow become a god thug and trap himself in one place!

"In exchange, I have another suggestion... you might as well listen to it."

"Speak." The woman's voice was calm.

Roy closed his eyes and felt for a while, the ice giant Leviathan, in a cave between the coastal reefs that was full of mud, half submerged by sea water, fell on his back and fell asleep, " I got away with defeating an ice giant on Udvik, and it surrendered to me."

"If you want, I can let it help you guard the temple of Skellige Archipelago, and obey the orders of your priests... Of course, the period of hoarfrost is too long, and I will give you a year at most."

"During this time, it will faithfully protect your priests. Take care of the blasphemers for you, but occasionally, when I encounter a difficult problem that I cannot handle, I will also use the power of the blood of the ancients to summon it to help busy."

"The ice giant's size, strength, and destructive power are much bigger than mine! Even from the outside, it's more intimidating, enough to deter those who are disrespectful to you!"

"At the same time, spread your brilliance and attract more believers."

In Roy's mind, such a picture appeared-

The mountain of ice giants lay dozing in the flowers next to the temple, while a group of chattering priestesses stood over him, bathing and powdering him.

The picture and smell are so beautiful.

...

"Two years, this is my bottom line, let your ice giant serve my temple for two years. In addition, the next answer is forbidden to leak unless I allow it, you have to swear by your soul ! Then I will answer your question!"

"Then, make a deal!"

After Roy finished speaking, his body suddenly shook.

He felt that there was something inexplicable in his body.

The golden-eyed woman smiled at him, and her attitude became more gentle.

Dozens of miles away, the giant in the wet mud cave grinded his teeth and turned into a commodity without knowing anything.

...

"Why didn't I shoot Mokwag..." The golden-eyed woman turned her back, leaving the witcher with a lonely and helpless back, "It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't."

"What do you mean?"

"It literally means. Witcher, laugh if you want... Once the ruler of the Skellige Islands, the goddess of the seaside kingdom, the goddess who can set off waves and storms with just one breath, is old and weak, and the sun is dying, only Encouragement to maintain my limited vision and prophecy."

"As for the reason, it has to start from the sudden meeting of the celestial spheres 1,500 years ago..." The goddess waved her left hand, and spread out an ancient picture in the splendid aurora around her arm—

On the palm of the goddess, several groups of planets were entangled and rotated in the chaotic darkness and chaotic universe, and countless silk sashes like catkins connected them.

One of the planets is the world of the witcher.

Through these connections, dense groups of creatures flow from one planet to another.

Infiltrate and communicate with each other.

A life from another world has come.

Roy turned around suddenly, looking around at the rapidly changing scenes, wilderness, rivers, mountains—

New species that had never been seen before came to his world through the "silk sash" channel, and began to strive to find their own ecological niche and thrive in this unfamiliar place.

Such as ghouls, high-level vampires.

The screen turns again.

The entanglement between the planets came to an abrupt end, and most of the worlds re-hidden into the void and returned to their former positions. Only the only planet remained, which remained in place and slowly rotated.

Because of inertia, the endless, catkin-like energy band covers all directions, wrapping around the only remaining beautiful planet in the chaos, the world of witchers.

It turned into a kaleidoscope of bright aurora bands.

The golden fingers of the goddess caress this layer of aurora,

"Although the intersection of the celestial and spheres disappeared, the energy bands that alternately generated from different worlds remained."

"Wraps our world and cuts me off from the real world..."

"Your kingdom of God is outside the planet? Where do you live?" The witcher immediately thought of another world, the Nairn star where Skyrim is located.

The eight holy spirits of creation float in the chaotic universe outside the atmosphere of the planet, forming the eight brightest stars.

To a certain extent, these eight stars can also be regarded as the kingdom of the eight holy spirits.

The kingdom of Goddess Freya is also outside the planet.

A strange feeling arises spontaneously, the world is different, but the high-level existence is quite similar.

"Not only me, but Meritelli is also trapped 'outside'..." She fiddled with the aurora belt around her, her movements seemed a little weak, "As time goes by, instead of weakening, this layer of energy has become more and more chaotic. Thrive, the faith and support that our believers gave us, was scrapped nine times out of ten by this greed."

"Of course there are other reasons. In the past thousand years, human beings have developed and explored the world at an astonishing rate. Many novel technologies and knowledge have begun to appear, and many new things and new knowledge have been mixed into the human world."

"Poetry, drama, sadness or joy, delicacies from all over the world, all kinds of entertainment, occupy most of their time and energy."

"The mind is no longer simply on work, rest, and reproduction."

"The beliefs of the vast majority of human beings have become no longer pure. If they cannot penetrate this aurora belt, they will be completely eliminated. This has led to an increase in the number of believers, but less support for us."

"Hundreds of years ago, I was 'beyond my means'. The energy I obtained was only enough to maintain the kingdom of God and the souls of its believers, to maintain the magic in the hands of our most devout priests, and to maintain a small range of spiritual vision. Nor can I interfere in the affairs of this world."

"So in the last few hundred years - me, Meritelli, have not shown a miracle in the world."

She repeated, her voice full of deep helplessness.

"It's not that we don't want to, it's that we can't!"

Maintain priest magic, limited vision, and spirit in the kingdom of God.

The witcher thought of a scene he had seen in Vizima, where Vivian, the goddess of the lake, transformed the souls of dead believers into the water spirits of the Vizima Lake District.

And Freya guides the souls of believers outside the atmosphere of the planet, and the kingdom of God in the universe is undoubtedly more advanced.

Then another question arose in his mind.

"But after the meeting of the celestial spheres, other beliefs and gods were not born - the father of the sky, Cliff, the prophet Lebioda, the eternal fire, the lion-faced spider, the evil god Svalblo of the Skellige Islands, and the lady of the lake. Vianne."

"These guys..." She shook her head. "They can't be called real gods. They're just powerful aliens at best. They are lucky, their core and domain are in the real world, and they are not affected by the aurora belt. But their potential is limited. , you can only play small things forever, and you won't be able to make a big difference."

The witcher took a deep breath,

"There is no way to solve this layer of aurora belt?"

"Who knows? Maybe after the next meeting of the celestial spheres, the huge energy generated by the collision of the worlds can destroy this aurora belt, or strengthen it, and completely cut off my connection with this world."

"But after the hoarfrost, it's all meaningless."

"When the people who believe and worship me disappear, I naturally have no foundation for existence!"

...

There was an unbearable silence in this strange space.

"Three questions are over! That's all I have to say, witcher, remember the promise of the ice giant just now. I have to leave, and tell those little guys for me that the souls of the sacrificed priests have entered my Country. Don't worry."

...

"Wait, can I ask you to answer your questions in the future? Goddess Freya?"

"You're not a follower of mine, so we'll exchange it as an equivalent. If in doubt, chant my name before my temple or altar, pray to me, and I'll judge for myself."

The woman's voice disappeared completely.

The dazzling aurora disappeared.

Roy suddenly felt a strong weightlessness. He shook his dizzy head, and the white light of the candle in front of him lit up.

He returned to the brightly lit hall.

Sigurdrifa's familiar face came into view.