The Divine Hunter

"The bloodline of His Royal Highness Calanthe's family was described in detail in the prophecy of Islini." The firelight in the candlestick on the dining table illuminated the sorceress's splendid face. "I'm sure you all have heard of it."

"There are dozens of versions of this prophecy book, and it has also been added to the "World's Largest Encyclopedia" that is being compiled. Humans, elves, dwarves, gnomes, more or less all know it." King Bran stroked his beard. , the voice was very low, "She accurately predicted the decline of the elves and the northern war not long ago."

"The prophecy about the bloodline is by no means a good description," Mossack moved his eyes between Ciri and Calanthe's belly, and there was a look of worry in his deep eyes, "The blood of the ancients, the blood of the curse, and the What apocalypse is connected."

curse? Doomsday?

Calanthe shook her head, clearly remembering that her dead husband, Ist Turcek, knew about Sintra after witnessing the power possessed by her daughter Pavetta at the son-in-law dinner. The blood of the ancients flows in the royal family.

He thought it was incompatible with the exploding nature of the Skellis, and he was unwilling to have children.

Later, when Sintra faced the risk of subjugation and pleaded with him, he agreed, and he became pregnant with the child in his womb.

But did not expect.

Both daughters and granddaughter have inherited this so-called ancient blood?

And can't touch each other?

In the eyes of everyone, the Queen of Sintra turned snow-white.

A panic surged in her heart.

He had not awakened to the ominous power in the prophecy and had lost his country, two husbands, daughters, and royal family members.

Wouldn't the future fate of Ciri and the child in her womb be even more tragic?

...

"Your Highness, you don't need to worry too much... Prophecy is only a possibility of fate." Yennefer gave everyone at the table a reassuring look, "and human beings can create more beautiful possibilities through their own efforts - I Always firmly believe that the power of blood can be restrained and utilized."

"It's like when human beings fall to the ground, they can only lie in their mother's arms and weep, but walking is their instinct."

"The power of the ancient blood is also the power of Ciri, and the instinct of the child in your womb... but they have just awakened this power,

Toddlers are bound to fall. "

"If you train with the right guidance, trust me," she glanced at Ciri, who smiled timidly at the corner of her mouth when she thought of the days when she had been practicing magic so hard, "Sooner or later, they will be able to grasp this power. , learn to walk, then run, and finally fly!"

"Ms. Yennefer..." Mossak looked at the sorceress with piercing eyes and questioned, "If I remember correctly, the power you have is called magic, and it comes from the chaotic energy that spreads all over the world. And you don't have Blood of the Ancients, how do you master the methods of training them?"

"Respected Master Druid, your question is very good. According to my examination of Ciri, the aspect of the ancient blood's power is magic. She is a natural spellcaster! And I have a good idea of ​​how to cast magic, Let Ciri take a few detours."

"You mean the source of law?" The Druid stopped with his beard stroked.

The expressions of everyone present changed, and their eyes turned to the little girl who disobeyed Calanser's request and secretly drank the third glass of blueberry juice.

The girl smiled awkwardly, her teeth gleaming blue under the candlelight.

"No!" Calanthe suddenly seemed to be stimulated by some kind of stimulation, pressing the arm of the chair with both hands, trying to get up, "I will not hand Ciri, or my little daughter to the Arethusa School of Magic! The blood of the Ra family must not become a sorceress who cannot conceive offspring!"

"Don't worry, Your Highness." The sorceress walked over to her and put her hand on her shoulder soothingly, and the queen calmed down instantly, "They don't need to go to Goth Velen, I'll stay here to guide, I If it's not enough, isn't there Master Mossak?"

The Druid nodded and touched the girl's little head with his warm big hand, "The way of nature involves the use of chaotic energy, so speak up if you need to."

"And the reason why sorceresses can't have children is not because of the power they have." Yennefer's bright and clean face flashed a trace of sadness, and recalled the sad and painful past, "but extremely inhuman and unnecessary. Magical transformation."

"I promise, Ciri and the little princess in your belly will never have this problem!"

Calanthe took a deep breath and relaxed his tense body.

"With step-by-step training, they will rely on the power of blood to stand in this dangerous world..." The sorceress's voice was soft but powerful, "Protect yourself, protect your loved ones, and even help you achieve the great cause of restoring your country!"

"Ciri is very talented and can definitely become a powerful warlock!"

"And you should have seen it. In the battle of Suoshan, the two warlocks had a huge influence on the entire war!"

"Ciri, learn magic and help Sintra fight?" Calanthe shook her head, her emerald eyes turned to the opposite side. Although she understood a little, her little granddaughter who was still naughty--imagining, her own girl Standing in the army, flames and lightning spew from palms.

But the tidal rain of arrows fell on their heads again.

Let them be at stake in an instant!

"No!" Calanthe said emotionally and sincerely. "The recovery of Sintra is my responsibility alone, my burden. It does not belong to Ciri, or my little daughter."

"I only want them to live a healthy and happy life." During the days when her granddaughter disappeared, she reflected countless times and had already figured it out, "I don't want more!"

"No problem at all!" Yennefer nodded and looked at Ciri with loving eyes. "As long as they make good use of their talents, even if they are not protected by our side, ordinary soldiers can't hurt them."

"Ms. Yennefer..." Calanthe hesitated for a moment, "Why are you being so kind to Ciri? Thinking of her everywhere?"

"I guess it's Love House and Wu." Kratz took a sip of mead, his tone slightly sour, "Auntie doesn't know, she is very close to Geralt. And the relationship between the white-haired witcher and little Ciri , isn't there a law of accident?"

"Fate again?" Calanthe's mouth twitched, but at the same time he was relieved.

Geralt had fully proved that he cared about Ciri.

Fate is sometimes more reliable than blood ties.

"It's not just Geralt..." Yennefer suddenly squeezed the little girl's hand, her violet eyes turning to those emerald green eyes.

The two pairs of eyes reflected each other's appearance,

"If I hadn't been forcibly transformed by Arethusa and lost my fertility, I would have been married and should have such a lovely daughter."

"Hmph, Ms. Ye, don't you like to call me ugly girl?" Ciri pursed her lips, "Why do you call me cute again?"

"..."

"I don't know if Cintra's lion cubs are cute...but they are 100% troublesome," King Bran quipped. "She used to come to the archipelago for summer and winter, causing chaos and mischief more than once. I remember one Back, she transformed Birna's most beloved piece of underwear into a fishing net, and took it with Halma and Kerris to catch a fat head fish and hand it over to the cook to cook," Bran held his wife's hand and smiled , "At that time, Bi Erna almost fainted."

"She gave you a lot of headaches, didn't she?"

The sorceress smiled.

"Then please, Yennefer," said Calanthe. "Ciri, and the child in my womb, I hope you will guide me in the days to come."

The sorceress nodded with a smile.

And King Bran noticed that the little girl began to yawn frequently.

"Tonight, the two of you are exhausted by boat and car, so this is the end of the discussion? Wait until tomorrow morning, and go to pay homage to East together."

"Then can I sleep with grandma? I want to hug the baby." Ciri's eyes widened.

"Girl, if you don't want your future aunt to have an accident, just sleep with me!" said the sorceress.

"Humph!"

...

The next morning, a warm golden sun hung over Little Skelliger, the air was hot and humid, and a thick, thick fog rose from the sea.

A ray of sunlight illuminated the hill to the north of the castle.

The grandson of Calanthe and the sorceress walked along the long stone ladder to a white marble tombstone.

"Grandpa... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been running around mischievously. If I had been with you all the time, you would have been fine..." The little girl knelt in front of the straw mat, rubbed the epitaph on the stone tablet with one hand, and wiped it with the other. tears,

"Little girl, what does this have to do with you, those with thin arms and short legs still want to fight the Black Armor Army?" Ye shook his head and laughed.

"It's my incompetence." Calanser blamed himself with a shy stomach. "Master Roy had already informed my country's fate in advance. I prepared for half a year, but I still can't change the ending!"

"Wait, what do you mean by being informed in advance?" The sorceress picked up her slender eyebrows. During the few months at Gawain's house, her ears had grown calloused when she heard this guy's name. What initiated the Brotherhood initiative? The strongest witcher who tamed the griffin, what entered another realm and slaughtered a dragon, "Could it be that he can also predict and astrology?"

Calanthe nodded and caressed the thick padded jacket on his stomach lovingly, half grateful, half sad.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears, I wouldn't believe that a witcher had completely guessed the whole process of the Battle of Sintra! And the ending of East..."

"It's so detailed, it doesn't sound like an ordinary prophecy."

"Master Roy helped Cintra a lot, but unfortunately we failed his expectations. But I still owe him one thing."

"What do you mean?"

"He's going to take my little daughter as a reward for the Law of Accidents." Calanthe sighed with a complicated expression. She no longer rejects the Witcher's Law of Accidents. After all, it saved her own little Ciri.

The pale face of the sorceress was taken aback.

Violet eyes swept across the round face of the Queen of Sintra.

You have a close relationship with the witcher.

Geralt is leaving your granddaughter Ciri, and Roy has reserved your baby.

How do you feel that the dignified queen has become a production tool for the witcher?

The sorceress seemed to smell an air of conspiracy.

Ciri threw a fist at the air, "Roy took Geralt to rescue me two years ago from the Queen of Brock Leon Dryad Essina, and later helped Geralt out of Livia, Uncle Yurga. Found me at home!"

"It's a pity that bad guys are looking for him everywhere, and he doesn't dare to show up at Gawain's house."

"It's such a coincidence that there is no bond between the two of you. Why does he always find you?" The sorceress was greatly surprised, looking at the sparkling sea outside the mountain and muttering to herself.

"Roy feels very kind to me, like the so-called seeing something,"

"Look at it!"

Ciri frowned into caterpillars, nodded and recalled, "Just like how I feel about my aunt."

"Tell me carefully." For the first time, Calanthe knew what her granddaughter was thinking.

"A blood-connected feeling."

"..."

The expressions of the two adult ladies present became very exciting.

Childish words.

The little princess of Sintra is connected to the blood of the witcher.

The two moved their lips, but they still hadn't figured out how to deal with the little girl who opened her mouth and talked nonsense.

The next second, in this peaceful tomb, the situation suddenly changed.

A huge hole was suddenly torn open in the space, and a figure in a dark cloak jumped out lightly and fell in front of the three of them.

The brilliance of the rising sun reflected his short black hair, the bone hilt crossed behind his shoulders, the viper pendant on his chest, and the large sunglasses that covered half of his face.

He glanced at the three in front of him, stunned for a tenth of a second, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but that smile was embarrassing.

"Good morning, Calanthe, Ciri, and this Lady Yennefer."

The pupils of the sunglasses turned to the petite but bumpy sorceress. Roy sniffed the indescribable scent of cloves and gooseberries in his nose, and couldn't help but look slightly dazed-snow-skinned cherry lips, delicate and charming facial features, and temperament Unique and mysterious, it's no wonder that Geralt is fascinated and obsessed with it.

"Wait! What's the situation now?!" The sorceress crossed her hands in front of her chest, making a gesture of magic protection, and aura flashed through her black hair, "Who is your Excellency? How does a witcher jump out of the space door? The tomb of the late King East as a coordinate?!"

"Roy! Haha!"

The little girl suddenly shouted in joy, strutted her short legs, and threw herself into his arms!

Roy!

The sorceress looked startled, and quietly let down her guard.

This is the founder of the Brotherhood that all the witch hunters in the Gawain House are longing for?

Younger than he thought, less than twenty years old.

And clean and handsome, not as raunchy and "manly" as Geralt.

"Ouch, Ciri, I haven't seen you for a few months and gained weight again! It seems that those guys at Gawain's House haven't started training you yet!"

"Ms. Yennefer, you can think of teleportation as a witcher's mutant ability."

Roy explained to the sorceress, took the giggling girl's hand, and strode towards Calanthe.

"How are you doing, Her Majesty the Queen? Are you still feeling well?"

"Thanks to you, everything goes well, just wait for the birth of the little girl." Calanthe naturally stretched out the back of his hand and let the witcher kiss him lightly.

The latter bent down slightly, holding Ciri's small hand in his left hand, and holding Calanthe's hand in his right hand, touching his lips.

At this moment, the three people touched their bodies, and the witcher, the child in Calanthe's belly, and little Ciri, the three heirs of the blood of the ancients, had some kind of strange connection and strong interaction.

In the naked eyes of the sorceress watching from a distance, the surging chaotic energy quickly drilled out of the void, surrounded the three people, wrapped them into a ball, and the three bodies radiated dazzling white light.

Soar to the sky!

The pendant around the witcher's neck struggled frantically like a sparrow caught in a snare.

"No! The three of you are separated!"

A flash of lightning flashed across the cloudless sky!

The sorceress pounced!

But her hands in black lace leather gloves only touched a patch of air!

The fluctuating space in front of him reflects pieces of sunlight like shattered glass.

"I'm so stupid!" The sorceress was stunned for a long time, and the corner of her mouth was bitter, "Why didn't I think of it? Prophecy, plus the shuttle space, this witcher also has the blood of the ancients, I should have thought of it!"

"All three are ancient blood? The blood is connected?" The sorceress looked at the empty tombstone and muttered to herself, "How should I explain to them?!"

...

There was darkness all around, soft and pitch-black darkness, without a trace of light.

The three of them had a dull pain in their heads, a buzzing sound came from their heads, and their eyes were temporarily blinded.

Then, they felt the cold and strong wind blowing past them, making them uncomfortable like steel knives.

"Bless Freya, where are we? Ciri?!" Calanthe called anxiously,

"Grandma, I'm here! Yennefer, Roy, where are you? I'm scared, woohoo..."

The girl and the woman couldn't help shivering, and moved closer to the warm body of the man in the center.

"Don't be afraid, with me, I swear to protect you, and I will bring you back intact!" Roy closed the neckline between his neck.

But first you have to figure out where you are now and what's going on?

Space teleportation?

The spirit turned to the template, and a row of bright red handwriting was clearly visible.

"The blood of the ancients in your body is stimulated by the blood of the same source, and a chain reaction occurs..."

Blood of the Ancients, chain reactions, random teleportation?

Roy's heart was enlightened, and the space in front of him finally regained its light.

Immediately a little dizzy-

At an altitude of more than 30 meters, the icy morning wind is blowing!

They were standing at the top of a tower at a thirty-degree angle, on red tiles.

Below are row upon row of bungalows, rough alleys, and small figures like ants in the streets and alleys.

Behind it sits a splendid palace.

Looking far into the distance, one could see a huge ravine spanning half the city among the wastes outside the city.

It seems to be lying in the wild, a black python with a length of several hundred meters!

A very familiar feeling came over the witcher.

"Isn't this the Maripo the goddess once showed me!"

"That ravine is the remains of a giant centipede!"

"Roy, what happened?" Ciri narrowed her eyes, nervously about to dig out a piece of flesh on the back of the witcher's hand with her nails.

"Don't worry, it's just a chain reaction of our blood vessels."

"You mean the blood of the ancients?" Calanthe held her bulging belly with one hand and the witcher's arm with the other, staring at the bottom dozens of meters high, her legs faintly weak. "Ms. Yennefer mentioned that I can't get along with Ciri, otherwise the little girl in my womb will react to her!"

"What should we do now?"

Someone on the ground has noticed the abnormality on the top of the tower, and began to gradually stop moving forward, pointing at the top of the building.

"Take my hand." Roy said calmly without changing his face, but his heart was up and down, as if a stone was pressed against his heart, and his temples stabbed like needles!

Maripo, the hideout of the Four Great Masters and Idaran.

They are in such a conspicuous position that if discovered...the consequences are unimaginable.

And this sense of crisis also shows in disguise that those guys are here!

It is impossible for him to leave this pair of masters and grandchildren, and he can only be a dead horse and a living horse doctor.

"Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and imagine the tombstone of His Majesty Easter in your mind. Silently, I'm going there!"

In Roy's soft voice, the girl and the woman closed their eyes.

The next second, the pendant between the witcher's neck shook.

The space in front of the three people was distorted and white light appeared.

"Boom!"

Three figures escaped into the air.

moment.

A tall figure wearing a gray cloak appeared on the top of the tower.

Amber vertical pupils, indifferent to no human feelings, strong as a mountain, suffocating.

"There was a special energy fluctuation just now."

"Anahad, you're a little too sensitive!" A man with pale skin and a gloomy face appeared from the air beside him, "It's time to go, don't let the teacher wait too long!"

He looked at the huge ravine, and bloodshot eyes filled with excitement in his morbidly bulging eyeballs.

"I have a hunch that after this test, 'it' will become stronger, and we will be one step closer to our goal!"