The Divine Hunter

Colorful, wisps of bright oil-like aurora descended around the demon hunter, and then rose weightlessly.

The dense golden souls formed a circle behind the Aurora Waterfall, praying devoutly on their faces.

After getting out of the nightmarish sea of ​​chaos.

For the second time, Roy entered the kingdom of gods and met Goddess Freya.

But this time it was not the coming of the soul, but the coming of the real body, and there was more than one god around him.

A total of two golden human figures with hazy faces stood apart in the changing aurora, seemingly far away, and cast a sacred gaze at him.

Being watched by the two goddesses, he was slightly uncomfortable and restrained.

"Son of the ancient blood, Roy the witcher, I answered your prayers, risked danger and paid a huge price, crossed the sea of ​​chaos, and rescued you." The wonderful voice of the trinity of a girl, a pregnant woman, and an old woman came from the bottom of my heart. sounded,

"And you made a promise to complete my mission for me..."

Roy pursed his lips and acquiesced.

"Listen, my mission is to protect my followers in the mortal world, but the crisis is approaching, and only the blood of the ancients can be eliminated."

"When the final era, the blizzard of the wolf comes, remember your mission, solve the disaster, or live and die with this world. Also, let the ice giants go back to fulfill their duties earlier," Freya said, "so we can don't owe each other."

"Don't think about using your ability to escape to other worlds and escape this catastrophe." There was a hint of warning in her gentle and moving voice, "Trust me, you can't afford the price of breach of contract."

Roy bowed to her, sincerely and calmly,

"If it weren't for your help, I would be annihilated by the energy along with Wingford."

No matter how amazing a person is, they can only close their eyes and die in the face of the sea of ​​chaos.

And now do you still have the option of rejecting it?

"The witcher does what he says, so don't worry, I'll do everything in my power to solve that calamity."

He wanted to escape, but the door of the world brought it before him.

Maybe this is fate!

...

"Boy, Freya alone can't save you, my loss is immeasurable." Another voice sounded, more majestic and domineering than Freya.

If the former is an amiable sister, she is a strict and domineering mother.

Faceless, golden pupils, solemn, grand, deep...

The body is taller and plumper, like a female giant.

Roy clearly remembered that he had a relationship with her in the temple of Ellander more than two years ago.

"Goddess Meritelli?"

Older than Freya, the most widespread belief in the North.

"Well, you're not my follower, so I won't save you for nothing," she said bluntly.

Roy's eyelids jumped.

One life, two favors.

However, the debt is too much to bear, anyway, Freya's request has already made him tie his life to the belt of his pants, so what's the harm in attaching another one?

He leaned sideways in a respectful listening gesture.

"Since you are willing to take on the mission of the blood of the savior," the goddess's voice softened a little, "then the reward I ask for is not high - until the end of the era, you must protect Ellander well. Temple and my followers."

"Let them be spared the harm of war."

"As you wish."

Two pairs of golden eyes finally gave him a deep look.

"Remember your promise, boy. We can't communicate with you too much. Every second you stay here, you have to lose a lot of faith."

"leave."

Two goddesses with golden flames all over their bodies waved at him lightly.

Roy immediately launched the teleportation, and the gorgeous aurora in front of him disappeared.

Instantly teleported back to the ground from the kingdom of God.

Styggar Castle, the sky is full of dark clouds and thunder.

Thousands of silver snakes cruising.

The torrential rain poured the dry and cracked earth under the cliff into muddy and damp water.

And in the middle of this land, far away from the pile of dragon boat wrecks.

Leviathan and Golphin, two huge beasts were lying motionless and dying.

The ice giant seemed to be cooked by the flames. The originally icy blue hair was burnt to nothing, and the skin was fiery red, covered with centipede-like distorted burns, terrifying blisters, and the rain tapped its scalding body.

There was a strange smell of body odor mixed with barbecue in the air.

The witcher reached out and touched its pillar-like arm, and his fingers trembled at the heat of the body's surface.

The psychic connection was activated, but Leviathan did not respond, and the severe burns caused it to fall into a deep coma.

But as long as you don't die, you can save it!

The magic power in Roy's body began to decrease rapidly, and it was transformed into magical healing power, which quickly reduced the injury of the mount, and the burns disappeared and faded visibly to the naked eye.

And Goelphin's injury was much less severe. Most of the thick, black feathers were burned by the fire giant. To use an appropriate analogy, it was like a big vulture that was scalded by hot water and depilated, and it was pitch-black. Incredibly ugly.

Roy bared his teeth and carefully rubbed his bald head.

It snorted, opened its dark eyes, saw the worried expression of its master, thousands of grievances welled up in its heart, tears rolled down its eyes, its bare claws tightly hugged the witcher's thighs, and its long beaks Drill in his arms.

"Don't cry, Golphin, I'm sorry..."

"It's my weakness that makes you face such a huge danger."

The fire monster, the most destructive among the four world spirits, even if it is still a juvenile, is infinitely powerful.

Even Roy himself is not sure to win the battle, let alone the two mounts.

Fortunately, the first time Vigo was pulled into the Sea of ​​Chaos, the world spirit broke free from the spell and returned to the fire realm.

They both survived.

Whizzing-

The witcher drew his crossbow and pulled the trigger.

The figure flickered twice, penetrated the huge breach of the towering castle that was destroyed, and entered the hall destroyed by the fierce battle.

Golphin and Leviathan were then summoned and lay in the corner to recover from their injuries, protected from the wind and rain.

Roy stuffed a bottle of magic recovery potion into his mouth, and was about to meditate cross-legged to replenish his magic power.

The sofa by the fireplace that had been overturned by Vigo at the start of the battle moved.

"Well…"

A painful moan sounded.

The witcher walked over and lifted the sofa, only to find Lydia, Viggo's most trusted assistant, lying there, lucky to escape.

However, she was in a very bad state, her long dress was covered in blood, and her forehead was hot because of the loss of blood and excessive exertion, resulting in a high fever.

Roy stared at the woman's changing magic mask.

lost in thought.

What should I do with you?

Wei Ge is dead, did he cut the grass and take action on a woman who was seriously injured and dying?

...

at the same time.

Temple Island of Novigrad.

The chaotic crowd had long since dispersed, and the bodies of the sacrificed temple guards were all restrained.

A continuous rainstorm came unexpectedly. The rainwater was dyed red by the blood accumulated on the square, and it rushed into the sewer with them, washed down the bridge, and merged into the sea.

Most of the traces of the fierce battle were buried.

Only the hundreds of corpses of the Squirrel Party were hung on the execution ground for public display.

as the main culprit in this conflict.

Under the Temple Island, a brightly lit laboratory.

The sixteen witchers who participated in the bloody battle replaced their tattered and blood-stained battle armor and put on loose robes that fit the body.

A considerable part of the arms, thighs, head, and various parts were wrapped in white bandages.

The shape is pathetic and funny.

They sat in a circle around the campfire.

"So, Gigi... oh no, it should be called Archbishop Cyrus now, pushing everything to the Elf Squirrel Party?" The vulture raised the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and his thin cheeks showed a look of surprise, he thought The battle in the alder forest was already fierce enough. I never imagined that this group of companions on Temple Island had experienced a more difficult battle.

"You killed three or four hundred temple guards, and Eternal Fire will not be held accountable?"

"How is that possible?" Vesemir shook his head. "Even if there is an order from the Archbishop, the attitude of the guards can't wait to peel our skins and cramp our muscles."

Serrit dipped a drop of dwarf spirit from the mug with his right hand, and dipped it lightly on a row of slender bloodstains on his left face, his expression was both painful and enjoyable, "Most of the dead temple guards are locals, and those in their city Wives, children, parents, and friends add up to a thousand or two thousand.”

"For whatever reason, let's kill a fight, Liangzi has already formed, and so many eyes see it. Believe it or not," Lambert looked half-smiling at Jay, who had a bandage on his left forearm. Lott, "Starting tomorrow, all brothers will have an additional title - Butcher of Novigrad."

"No matter how much the bard sticks gold on our faces, he can't stop the crowd."

Geralt, who was sitting on the low stool, touched his nose and remembered his nickname the Butcher of Blaviken.

Obviously, in order to protect the townspeople, a gangster led by Renfri was executed in the town for indiscriminately killing innocent people, but they were charged with trumped-up charges.

This action will have a greater influence, and there is no doubt that they will all be infamy.

"Right now is the most intense moment of hatred. Gigi blamed the Squirrel Party for this conflict. He has done his best to us for our actions to adopt orphans."

"Add the testimony of the beggar king, the butcher, the collector, and the two knights."

"To be honest, the residents of Nuocheng, except the family members of the deceased, didn't blame us very much in their hearts. They were just a little scared."

Vulture paused, "Geralt, two knights named Grim and Cassirer are visiting Gawain's house. He wants to see you, and his attitude is quite sincere. You'd better go and see when we're done talking. ."

"They've gone to great lengths to free us from the stigma."

Geralt nodded.

Leto touched a patch of plaster on the top of his bald head, like an egg with an unpeeled shell. He was unlucky enough to be shaved off a small piece of scalp during the battle.

"In short, it will take at least two or three years to reverse the negative impact."

"I'm afraid we won't be very popular in the past few years. It's better to be quiet and honest." Cohen rubbed the sword mark on his chin, and a sword cut off the acne marks on the edge of his beard, which can be regarded as a crooked hit.

"That is to say..." Escal took a sip of the strong wine, his amber pupils flashed, and a trace of melancholy appeared on the reborn white and tender face like a baby, "I can't live in Gawain's house in the future, and I have to leave the alder forest?"

"His Excellency the new Archbishop did not ask the witcher to forcibly leave." Lambert looked at his former classmate and friend with an envious look, and the other party was completely uncomfortable.

The five apprentices, including Karl, couldn't help but curiously looked at Escal, whose appearance had changed dramatically.

The hideous scar is gone.

Plus delicate fair skin.

It was as if he had changed from a rambunctious homeless giant to a handsome man with a strong physique, sharp facial features, and a manly flavor.

"But if you continue to stay, there will be a steady stream of harassment, and the children's daily training and learning will definitely be greatly affected."

"To be honest, I've killed enough of this war. The name of the witcher will spread throughout the North, enough to deter those with bad intentions." Geralt's slender hands were dry on the fire, and he smiled bitterly. , "I don't want to fight again in a short time."

"For the sake of cleanliness," Serret's eyes slowly swept across the faces of everyone, his tone was firm, "I suggest - move!"

At this moment, the laboratory fell into a strange silence.

Only the hearts of the five little apprentices were beating excitedly, and the crackling of Mars.

"Stop joking, man..." Oakes sneered at his brother unceremoniously, patted the dust on the cantilever belt on his chest, and he was honorably fractured during the battle, "Because we are worried about the hatred of a group of ordinary people, we give up our hard work. Two years home..."

"The blacksmith shop, the alchemy room, the crops that are about to be harvested, the botanical garden, all of them... fled?"

"We are the victors of the war, how can we escape in vain? I would rather fight with those guys one more time and die!"

"No one ever said to give up and run away..." Vesemir explained in a gentle voice, "It's just a temporary move, taking this opportunity to give the children a new environment for about two or three years, to stimulate their inspiration and desire to learn. Go for a drive and relax. As for the house, we have consulted Ms. Evelyn, she is willing to stay and guard the medicine garden and Gawain's house..."

"And me..." Kayane pinched his fingers, a trace of apology appeared on his face, "I'm sorry, brothers, I want to accompany Evelyn and help Cantila run the pharmacy by the way."

Lambert and Oaks stared at the guy's face at the same time, and made a long "oh" with a mocking tone.

"Treasure it." Geralt encouraged.

"I..." Seeing this, Escal's heart moved, and he wanted to hit the snake with the stick. Vesemir immediately blew his beard and gave him a staring look, "You kid must leave with us."

Cohen hesitated for a moment.

"That's right!" Lambert slapped him on the shoulder fiercely. "You're a concubine of the night devil, take it away together!"

"Ah? Don't you mind, aren't you afraid of adverse effects?"

The Night Demon was hanging out with a group of witchers and children.

Escal didn't feel right at all.

You Qi looked at Lambert repeatedly, with deep suspicion and vigilance in his amber pupils.

"What kind of look are you looking at? Are you insulting me?" Lambert immediately flushed with anger.

"Don't be noisy!" Leto waved his hand to stop the noise, and whispered, "Lambert does need to pay attention."

"Speaking of the topic, except for Kayane and Evelyn, all the other children moved together. Dandelion and Cantila continued to stay in No City to develop the business of singing and dancing halls and pharmacies. As for Coral and Calkestan, there are portals. , you can go anywhere. But first we have to find a suitable place, come on everyone, speak up!"

Immediately, there was an undercurrent in the laboratory.

The atmosphere is tense.

Except for Aiden and Owl of the Cat Sect, the members of the Snake Sect, the Wolf Sect, and the Griffin Sect all had strange expressions on their faces, and looked at other sect members as if they were facing an enemy.

"How about Kyle Siren?" Cohen took the lead in launching the offensive, "Near Keville and Povis, this country is no less prosperous than Novigrad, and its atmosphere is open and does not discriminate against non-human races. The Castle of Kel-Seren is under the snowy mountains, undisturbed."

"It is close to the North Sea and has abundant products."

"Come on," Serrit immediately shook his head in denial, "get into that big snowy mountain, maybe there will be another avalanche at some point, and everyone will be finished together."

"Ah?" Cohen's simple and honest cheeks suddenly wrinkled into oranges in disappointment.

"Gusvid is good." Oaks cooperated with his brother tacitly. "In the deep mountains and old forests, undisturbed by people, on the cliffs, it is easy to defend and difficult to attack."

"No, no, Guthvid is located in the southern border, and there is a danger of being affected by war at any time." Vesemir stroked his beard and shook his head, "Besides, I remember you once said that Emperor Emhyr has always been eyeing the Guthvid fortress. !"

Geralt and Lambert exchanged glances and said invariably, "Everyone, the facts are in front of us, the most suitable place to move to is not the ancient sea fortress in the Blue Mountains in the territory of Kaedwen, Kyle Mohan! "

The voices of the two were so excited and excited that they trembled slightly.

have to go home.

Bring back a group of students.

The martyrs of the wolf faction would probably emerge from their graves laughing.

"Kermohan, it is thousands of miles away from the Yaruga River, and Nilfgaard's army can't fight at all."

"And the environment is quiet, the scenery is beautiful, and the products are rich. There is also an indispensable element of the grass trial." Vesemir added with a smile, "It is definitely a good place for you to go!"

"Hey, the four of you, you are showing favoritism, is this okay?" Oaks raised his eyebrows and said dissatisfiedly,

"You're naked jealousy, man."

Lambert retorted.

"Old...brothers." Carl suddenly pursed his lips, and his delicate face was cautious. This was the first time that the apprentices participated in the internal meeting of the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters as equals. After fighting side by side, all the witchers The attitude towards the five people has become invisibly closer and more trusting. "Old Roy ... Roy hasn't come back yet, shall we decide in private?"

Monty, Arkhamtom, the four responded to the boss's words, nodding like a hamster.

A look of worry appeared on everyone's faces.

"That brat..." Lesso's eyes flashed with worry, and then he shook his head and smiled comfortingly, "99% of the time, it's ok! There's no way I'm enjoying myself somewhere now."

"Didn't Your Excellency Gawain say that he jumped into the portal, chasing the female mage? Goelphin, the ice giant was summoned away by him..." Oaks rubbed his temples in worry, "I'm afraid that he will meet the strong enemy!"

"Boom!"

Oaks' voice fell to the ground.

There was a sudden gust of wind in the experiment.

A pitch-black portal split open in the void.

A slender figure in tattered armor with a tired face jumped out of it, followed by a huge vulture that looked like a plucked hair.

"Cuckoo?"

Goerfin shyly hid behind his master and buried his head.

Heterochromatic pupils looked around.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Roy!"

"Little devil!"

"Stinky boy! You suddenly left the square, where did you go?"

"Everyone is safe and sound, so I can rest assured." Roy breathed a long sigh of relief, "I just went to solve a troublesome person."

"Well, it's quite tricky, this time I just got away with it."

"All in all, from now on, Riens, and the master behind him, will not cause us any more trouble!"

"What do you mean?" Serrit's tone became more nervous, and a dozen pairs of eyes turned around.

"It's a long story!"

"Then why are you still standing there?" Leto threw a bottle of dwarf spirit at him and hooked his hand, "Why don't you talk about it quickly?"

"I'm afraid I'll scare you! Let's talk about other things first, what about Coral and Kalkstein?" Roy sat in the middle of the crowd, drying out the cracked tiger's mouth due to excessive force, and smiled in relief, not a single one of them was missing. ,very nice.

"That big man has left a lot of precious legacy, which needs an experienced warlock to receive!"

"By the way, to solve a trivial trouble."

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