The Divine Hunter

In the countryside of Kaedwen, the wind of winter is coming quietly.

The branches are covered with snow, and the forest is covered in silver.

A monster walking like a mountain of flesh ran through the gap in the snowy forest, and slammed into a lush pine tree.

The branches and leaves rolled up in the snow.

Splashes on the faces of two men.

Wearing large cloaks and carrying long silver swords, they stood at the top and at the base of the broken branches.

Four eyes met, one was cold as ice, and the other smiled with the corners of his mouth.

They bowed their waists and bent their knees, their swords stood at their waists in a ploughing stance, and they watched vigilantly at the head covered with antlers, the fangs in their mouths like daggers, and the stench and sticky scorpion.

Its vigorous breathing between its nose and mouth formed a striking white smoke in the air.

"Reese...you know what you're doing?" The smooth blade reflected Anahad's cold profile and vertical pupils, "As the order has always been, entrustment is first-come, first-served. The rest are not allowed to snatch. "

"It was I who received the commission to hunt this beast from Heishui Village first. Why did I intervene in the middle? If you are interested, leave quickly."

"Boss Anahad, relax, don't be so excited... They are brothers of the sect, so what if they fought side by side! The scorpion monster is quite tricky. It is very risky to deal with it alone, and it is easy to be injured and bleed, so it is too late to go home. A warm winter."

Reese explained with a smile,

"Let's work together, this guy is still in his hands, he won't pay you 7 and me 3!"

"Take the money, go back to Mograg, and eat meat and drink together!"

Reese looked at the monster eagerly.

The latter was instantly enraged by the contempt in his eyes.

The furious roar rose to the sky, and the anti-bow-shaped hind feet of the scorpion stepped out a series of circular hoof prints in the snow, and rushed towards Anahad with a gust of wind, and the antlers as hard as forked branches were aimed at his. His chest seemed to penetrate flesh and bones, fork him into a specimen, and hold him high in the air!

However, the big man jumped with agility beyond his body size. At the critical moment, his toes lightly touched the antlers of the special monster, followed by a 360-degree forward somersault. The blade was attached to his chest and rotated with inertia. Draw a silver circle.

slam-la-

The thick gray-black fur on the back of the monster was torn open with a long bloody opening.

The blood splashed and fell to the ground, and the white snow was dyed a dazzling bright red.

It whimpered out of control, hit a century-old pine tree, fell, and buried its head in the snow.

"Pfft-"

Reese's figure was like a bow, and he took the opportunity to shoot out, and the silver sword stabbed the monster's left back with a swipe.

The sword was drawn, and the blood beads rolled down.

He stepped on the horde monster's thigh and quickly stepped on its back.

The point of the sword pierced with beautiful silver dots.

The thunder stabbed the weak back of the neck of the special monster with great force!

"boom!"

Gold and Iron Strike!

A sword strike swept away Reese's fatal blow.

And the Hootek took the opportunity to frantically shake his body, slammed the two opposing witchers off their backs, and ran wildly under the snow-covered pine trees in the distance, gasping for breath.

The big black eyes of the lantern are full of fear.

This sly big guy knows that he has messed with someone who is not easy to mess with!

"Are you deaf or have you drank too much yellow soup? Can't understand human speech?" Anahad's right hand was straight, the tip of his sword pointed at the former colleague opposite the pool of blood, and spit on the ground slanderously, "One last warning. , the commission belongs to me! I will not share the reward with anyone!"

"Don't even think about it, for that ridiculous chivalry and moral values, the compensation you asked for from the village is less than half of mine. Whose standard will it be calculated by then? You want to share the account with me! Get out! "

Reese's face was blue and white for a while, which was extremely ugly.

"Anahad! Do you think of us as brothers or enemies? Do you only have those cold self-righteous rules in mind?!"

"Unruly witchers don't deserve to talk to me about brothers!"

"Bastard! After Arzu and Teacher Cosimo left, do you consider yourself the leader of the order?"

"Don't tell me about those two old men who abandoned the sect!"

Reese was spitting,

"And you are narrow-minded and only care about your immediate interests. You are a downright cold-blooded and ruthless executioner. You have no friendship or morality in your heart, and you actually shot your own brothers! Your mind is not worthy of being compared with Boss Elan!"

"Huh--" Anahad, who was expressionless, abandoned the coveted horde monster, and charged towards Reese in the shape of electricity.

Boom!

A series of gas explosions resounded through the forest.

The overturned sparks of the blades lit up the dark forest air.

The sword glow intertwined into a silver arc.

The two silhouettes of hunting monsters were entangled in a ball, beating and spinning at a high speed.

Alder rumbled, the snow blasted holes, the crimson Igni ignited the straight pine trees, and the magical aura flickered!

But the stalemate only lasted five seconds.

puff!

A large amount of steaming blood was poured out in the air.

Reese groaned, and his body trembled to the left, a huge gap suddenly opened from his shoulders to his waist, and his eyes rushed towards the special monster in fear.

Anahad, who was unscathed, held a bloody long sword with a cold face, and a few ups and downs of his body would kill him completely.

The special monster suddenly shouted, and the terrifying roar bent over the bushes in the snow! It went straight past Rees and dashed wildly towards Anahad!

Hill-like shadows come hooded,

Being blocked by this, Anahad stopped in place, his eyes froze.

The sword light is vertical and horizontal, and blood is everywhere.

And the seriously injured witcher escaped and disappeared at the end of the snow!

...

Pale snowflakes blanketed Mograg Castle.

In the courtyard, on the rectangular training ground full of straw dummies and wooden stakes, more than two hundred witchers gathered.

Jingwei is clearly divided into three camps.

Headed by Elam, Aigar, Anahad and Ivar. For safety and caution, a row of dummies is spaced in between.

But today, there is no happy atmosphere where everyone drinks, chats, shares adventures and fun in the winter.

Everyone's eyes were full of anger, and the atmosphere was tense.

"Anahad!" Elan clenched his fists tightly and looked angrily at the expressionless face, while next to him, Reese, who had a bandage on his chest, glared angrily, "Reis and you are indeed competing for commissions. It's not right, but everyone is a member of the sect. It's enough to say it and explain it clearly. Why do you do it? And you, who did not hesitate to give up the dangerous horde, hurt your colleagues mercilessly, and even wanted to kill him? !"

"Forget the iron law of the Order - Cannibalism is forbidden!?"

"Anahad is a lunatic!"

Behind Elan, a witcher with a young face complained and looked at the group of cold-tempered compatriots on the opposite side.

"They used the wrong decoction, and they have no empathy! They have a straight face all day, and their mouths stink more than a cesspit, as if everyone owes them a debt!"

"That's right, they don't have a sect in their hearts, no responsibilities or brothers, only themselves!"

...

"Shut up, Anaha's boss has already warned Reese, but he doesn't listen! Did he break the rules first?"

A witcher with cold eyes walked out from behind Anahad,

"The originally set remuneration standard was enough to keep everyone fed and clothed. But for that ridiculous chivalrous spirit, you kept lowering the price again and again, and even helped out for free!"

"Do you want everyone to drink the northwest wind in the future?"

"If last time, Boss Anahad gave in, would he have to work according to your wishes in the future and make selfless contributions?"

"If you don't earn enough money before winter, who will feed the entire cult?!"

...

"Have you forgotten the purpose of the organization at the beginning of its establishment?" Ellen retorted righteously, "We don't exist to help people clean up monsters and make this world safer!"

"We should have a beginning and an end!" a voice in the crowd agreed, "Only perseverance in living out the creed will keep us consistent.

"Ideal! Creed! Hoho!" A tall witcher sneered sarcastically, "This is the idea that Arzu and Cosimo forced into us, and it belongs to them."

"But now..." He looked around, and many people's faces became gloomy and frustrated, revealing the anger of being abandoned, "These two 'selfless' mages abandoned us again for their bullshit ideals!"

"They summoned the drooling demon, destroyed half of Maripo, and made us notorious on the mainland, but they escaped to hell!"

"Arzu and Cosimo are gone!" More restless witchers began to respond, and their eyes met each other's radiance, "Why continue to abide by those old, pedantic and stupid rules that go against the times!"

"It's time for the Order to make a change!" Ivar stepped out of the team, looked around, and his loud voice penetrated the crowd, "No longer living for others, no longer bound by 'noble virtues', ridiculous creeds!"

"We're going to live a life of freedom, not only with great adventures, but also with kindness to ourselves and our comrades every day!"

A group of people's eyes became hot and eager to move!

"No! Arzu and Cosimo are still alive, and no one has found their bodies!" Aigar, who was on the sidelines of the neutral faction, suddenly interrupted.

"Two teachers, our leaders, have given everyone the strength to protect themselves and the health that never gets sick, so that we don't have to die miserably in the wild like other nameless orphans! Everyone should be grateful instead of complaining. "

"They're gone, and you're still stalking the air!" Anahad shook his head disdainfully. "Our strength is earned by our lives and a lifetime of pain. How many brothers have paid a painful price and left behind various sequelae!"

"Not to mention how long it has been, ten years, and no news has come back!" Ivar replied.

"Enough, don't go too far, go back to the center of today's topic-in any case, Anahad must solemnly apologize to Rees, and in the witness of all his fellow citizens, ask for his forgiveness!"

Elan's eyes are bright, and his body is filled with a chaotic energy that makes all the witchers tremble.

"Swear to everyone, don't shoot at the same kind! This accidental conflict has been revealed!"

Ai Jia supported, "Don't let this bad start continue! If everyone fights mercilessly for the entrustment, fighting in the nest, one day, we will die in the hands of the same kind!"

...

All eyes were on the burly man with the grim face at the center of the struggle,

Elam and his followers flashed warnings.

Aigar's gang continued to plead and comfort in a gentle manner.

And the group of people behind Anahad held their breath nervously.

The cold wind that passed through the courtyard made the wide and dark cloak behind the man flutter in the wind.

"No apology..." He refused loudly, knowing that if he bowed his head, he would lose the trust of his supporters.

"I don't accept the apology anymore." Reese's eyes narrowed into a slit like a venomous snake, "I'm going to retaliate!"

...

That's how conflict happens.

Reese took the lead in releasing the Alder seal and bombarded Anahad's knees, seemingly wanting him to kneel.

But Ivar's evil eyes blinked, predicting in advance, and supporting the big man's body.

Anahad didn't kneel down!

But the pride of his own made him draw the blade and swing it at his colleagues.

At that moment, the old and new hatreds of the two sides confronted each other, and all kinds of disgust from the past welled up in my heart.

The battle broke out.

At first, it was just a struggle between the demon hunters who abide by the knight's creed led by Elan and the reformists led by Anahad and Ivar.

The centrists, represented by half of the population and represented by Aigar, shouted to stop the conflict.

However, the sword has no eyes, and the two sides who killed the red eyes were involuntarily involved.

...

The battle got out of hand.

Sword light, magical aura, the sound of fighting, and shouting and killing filled the entire courtyard.

The four witchers who were invisible to each other in the mist on the city walls around the courtyard watched the scene of cannibalism with sighs.

The fog is unpredictable, and as witnesses, they are powerless to change.

...

The battle lasted a day and a night.

At dawn the next day, blood stained the icy bluestone ground red.

More than half of the more than 200 witchers in the cult have their eyes closed forever.

Elam's Faithful and Aigar's Neutrals won the final victory.

Anahad led twenty like-minded followers, as well as two mages, with two unique herbal trial formulas, and escaped from Mograg, all the way south, to the jagged outline of the Amer Mountains. On the top, the solemn and precipitous peak "Gorgon" with sharp edges and corners like an obelisk.

A zigzag-shaped city wall stands here from top to bottom, among which four high towers and some small turrets with exquisite decoration are integrated with the city wall, and the wall is covered with white frost flowers.

"Fortress Hein Kavih!"

Anahad faced the group of witchers with sparkling eyes behind him and said decisively, "From today onwards, we will live here. Although we have left the witcher order, we must develop, accept commissions, and recruit apprentices."

"We gotta have another big name!"

"We go straight, we have no guts, we accept commissions only for survival, and we are not bound by ridiculous morality. We are the strongest warriors in the world."

"A will of steel constitutes the strongest armor, and nothing can hurt us any more, shake us!"

"From now on, we will be called the Bear School!"

Twenty-one witchers raised their arms and shouted, the mountains and the tsunami!

Only Ivar, his evil eyes turned, his expression hesitant.

The group of ghost knights riding skeleton horses soaring across the sky and spreading war seemed to pass before him again.

The Bear School, will they fight against those guys for them?

And the owl in the mist raised his eyebrows.

Lesuo couldn't believe it. He never knew that his Viper sect belonged to the Bear Sect in the past!

Then the split is only a matter of time.

Ivar and Anahad are not of one mind!

...

Although the witchers who remained in Mograg were victorious, half of their comrades died in cannibalism, and Anahad took another group away.

Their original belief in firmly implementing the way to save the common people was greatly impacted.

Ellen was keenly aware that some of the people who stayed behind were also complaining about their struggle with Anahad even though they didn't say it clearly.

Mograg's atmosphere grew dark and tense, and the glory was fading quickly among the witchers.

Elam fully understood that this ideal fertile soil could not return to the past.

And the whole world, because of the founder Arzu's feat of destroying Maripo, temples and mages spared no effort to stigmatize them.

The witcher's situation was getting tougher.

Finally a quiet night.

Ellen left the castle with thirteen friends with firm beliefs, a mage.

Anahad headed south, while he moved northwest, into the curved coast of Covill and Povis, to find another castle that Arzu and Teacher Cosimo used to experiment, towering above the cliffs of the coast. Kyle Siren on!

They gathered up the corpses in this magical land.

declared ownership of it.

"Knights... remember the training we went through when we first became witchers?"

"When swinging the sword and releasing the seal, think more about the witcher's honor and creed." Thirteen witchers with clear eyes and upright voices said loudly,

This is the teaching of Llewellyn the Ranger Knight, a former swordsmanship teacher.

The unswerving spirit of the man nicknamed Griffin, combined with the lofty ideals left by Arzu, influenced the life of the young witcher.

It's a pity that this old man was just an ordinary person and passed away long ago.

"No matter how the times change, we will abide by the concept of saving the common people! One day, people will be able to put aside their fears and rumors, and sincerely express their respect and gratitude to us."

Griffons are the most loyal and noble monsters, and they commemorate Llewellyn, the "Griffin" who taught them.

Elam, in the presence of all the members, laid the foundation,

"From now on, this fortress, our home, will be called the Griffin School!"

In the fog, a pair of excited three-color pupils appeared.

Cohen was so excited that he couldn't help humming the battle song of the Griffin School.

But he was the only one who could hear it.

...

After Ellen left,

Another group of witchers embark on a destinationless journey.

In the end, Aigar was the only one left behind in Mograg, and twenty of his comrades who remained neutral behind him.

They spent some years in the castle with difficulty, searching for their compatriots who had left, and awaiting the return of Arzu and Cosimo.

Longing for the reunion of former compatriots!

Unfortunately, the enthusiasm eventually cooled down, leaving only disappointment.

One day five years later.

Aigar, and the twenty siblings who depended on him and never left, headed to the northeast and entered the Caldwin Blue Mountains.

Found among the mountains, above the wilderness, the ancient sea fortress Kermohan, which has been abandoned for a long time.

They are not like the bears who put their own interests first, and they are cold and ruthless, nor are they completely selfless and self-serving like the Griffons.

"Brothers, we remain neutral, do not participate in politics, do not involve in the struggle between countries, we only accept commissions, and only shoot at monsters that kill people..."

"We will always be together," Aigar glanced at his compatriots, his eyes sore, "when we call back, our companions will gather behind us, like a pack of wolves! Never walk alone!"

"We call it the Wolf School!"

Vesemir looked at the young self who followed Edgar to shake his fist, a drop of turbid eyes dripped, and shame welled up in his heart.

Master Edgar.

I'm sorry I fell short of your expectations.

The wolf faction finally withered...

Where no one notices.

A mutated half-elf in Styggar Castle.

Killed the mage with a group of demon hunters who were turned into defective products

Join the faction of Ain Shedi (Elves) on the Continent.

Wholeheartedly, serve the elves.

They come and go silently, graceful, moody, like cats, calling themselves the cat school.

...

Thus began the golden age of witchers.

And Roy followed Arzu and Cosimo, who destroyed half of Maripo, in the mist and flickering. After ten years of searching, he found the boundless Dragon Mountains.

A hidden valley.

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