The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Five thousand regular troops against a thousand rebels composed of various races and forces, there is no reason to lose."

"Perhaps."

The two Nilfgaard soldiers on the side stared at the front and squeezed their weapons, but their eyes looked in the direction of the demon hunter from time to time, without concealing the suspicion in their eyes.

"These people in black, if they don't have bodyguards, they wouldn't dare to set foot on our land." Wei Si replied to the Nilfgaards with the same hostile eyes. She and Roche had both participated in the war and had no good feelings for the Nilfgaards. "I really don't understand why King Hensett wants to give them such a high courtesy. There are soldiers complaining every day in the camp. Their Kodwin people look like traitors from the north."

"The king wouldn't think about that much, but..."

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the camp.

Zelin and Weisi subconsciously looked at Roche's direction. The Nilfgaard guards clenched their weapons and turned to look at their camp, trying to figure out what happened and how could anyone dare to make a loud noise in the imperial camp.

But Zelin already understood what was going on.

A light red signal arrow crossed the sky and shot into the camp of Nilfgard.

Zelin drew out the ebony blade.

"Geralt is in trouble!"

The first thousand eight hundred and fifty-four chapters night attack

A few minutes ago, Nilfgaard Camp———

"Where do you think you are going, Yankee?" The two Nilfgaard guards held their halberds and stared at the demon hunter in front of them. In the distance, the two crossbowmen had already picked up their crossbow arrows and aimed at Geralt who was surrounded by the riverbank. "You have stepped into Nilfgard's territory, a place you should never have entered."

Pale gold magic runes floated beside Geralt, and the demon hunter held the sword and stared at the surroundings vigilantly.

"I thought I would never see you again, Geralt."

The guards in the front stepped aside. An old man with white hair appeared in front of Geralt. He was wearing a heavy black windbreaker with white patterns carved like vines. The golden pendant on the chest was a flame burning in a triangle. On the white Raff's collar, there was a thin and cold face. The black and white sunshield on his waist rises and falls with his movements. Geralt knew the sign, he had seen it on Vizima's merchant. Burning golden flames, Nilfgaard Merchants Association. Moreover, he also knew who this old man was. Before the battle where Foltest was assassinated, he arrived at the Temorian barracks as a messenger.

"I didn't expect to see you here, Ambassador Hillard." Geralt's voice didn't have any emotion. "Like the plague demon spirit, walking to every place will bring disaster."

He walked up with a two-meter-long scepter, without showing a trace of oldness in his actions. The top of the scepter in the hand is carved with three opposing towers, representing the urn of Nilfgaard's imperial capital. A warlock holding an iron staff followed behind him. They looked at Geralt through the magic barrier, like looking at a beast isolated behind an iron fence in a zoo.

"Estergaremnyth."

The warlock chanted a spell, and the magic trap surrounding Geralt was brighter.

"Oh, Geralt, I know that there was a murderer who tarnished the reputation of your business, so you are unified and ready to deal with it. You are all mass killing machines, but a bad reputation is not good for your business."

"A man swung a sword and chopped off the head of a beast, blood was splashed, so he was called a barbaric and murderous machine." Geralt said. "Another person wore white gloves, sprayed on perfume, signed a few words on the document, launched a war and killed hundreds of thousands of people, and was called civilized and advanced. So why would a civilized ambassador be so Follow me, a savage demon hunter?"

"I remember before the battle of Baron La Valetti, you told Foltest that you want to continue hunting monsters, the only requirement is to leave with Triss." The ambassador said to the people behind him. Beckoned, a soldier brought up a ceramic statue. "So, why don't you continue to hunt your monsters and stop mixing things that you shouldn't be involved in. Actually, you'd better leave alone, do you understand?"

"The assassin changed a lot of things, not just what I was going to do, but what someone wanted."

"But sometimes, if you can't get out in time, you'll never get out."

Ambassador Hillard looked at the ceramic sculpture in his hand, a square sculpture engraved with the appearance of a Nilfgaard soldier. "Did you know, Geralt, you are lucky to have witnessed many major events affecting the world with your own eyes. After the Second World War, the northern kings forced the Empire to condemn and execute Squirrel Party officers, and Eofis was among these criminals? Now, the Squirrel Party is hostile to the empire. What is ridiculous is that they thought that the emperor had betrayed them. In fact, it was the northern kings who asked the empire to execute them. Would you feel comfortable helping these unreasonable criminals?"

"What do you mean?"

"I know that your demon hunters have some connection with the Squirrel Party, and the Squirrel Party will not attack you in the wild."

"The Squirrel Party will not attack the Water Ghost in the wild. Perhaps the Water Ghost and the Squirrel Party are also in the same group." Geralt paused. "During the war, the empire sent the squirrel party to the most intense battles as cannon fodder. After the war, it executed them in exchange for a peace treaty. Now the empire can comfortably state that all this is because the northern kings refused to start the war. The reason for the surrender. It seems that the reason for the monster's attack has been found. It is all due to the fact that humans refuse to be food at the beginning, otherwise, why would they have to work hard to hunt humans."

"I'm sorry, I don't have time to accompany you." The ambassador turned his head. "General Renua."

"We are on standby at any time." A sturdy bald man with his hands behind his back, looked at the ambassador blankly.

"There is nothing worth observing here. Let's set off."

"The ship is ready, ambassador."

"Very good." Hillard looked at Geralt again. "I'm not a bad person, so I can tell you that I am leaving for Lomugne. The Secret Council is waiting for me. And your lover Triss will be in the right place at the right time, as usual."

"Triss is in Vizima, staying in a safe place, keeping Foltest alive."

"Your news is behind." The ambassador walked to the table and smashed the ceramics on the table. The statue was turned into fragments, revealing the smaller sculpture hidden inside.

Geralt opened his eyes wide.

It's a wood carving of Triss.

Triss was twisting her head, maintaining a sitting position, as if suddenly hearing something behind her, she was about to turn around to check.

"What did you do to her?!" Geralt's voice suppressed his anger.

"There are people in Vizima who are willing to serve the emperor's glory."

"Did Raymond do it?"

Raymond is a large businessman in Vizima and a member of the Merchants Association. When Zelin and Geralt were searching for the Salamander Gang in Vizima, he had helped.

"You don't need to know." The ambassador handed the statue to a guard. "Triss will help us find those **** who betray the emperor, and I don’t want to sentence a person who has been pardoned by the emperor to death. I don’t know why the emperor sentenced Stephen Skellen to death in Stiga Castle and pardoned you. And Ye Naifah. Unfortunately, I have no choice. Van Hema, you come to execute the Demon Hunter."

The warlock on the side saluted the ambassador.

"When you finish all this." The ambassador waved his hand, and the others started walking towards the river beach. Two Nilfgaard warships docked by the river. "Go and tell Cynthia that her task has been completed. It is not easy to fool Philippa Erhardt for so long. I got news that Philippa has begun to suspect her. She left immediately before being exposed and went to Lomu. Nirvana converges with the others, and the Empire has a new task assigned to her."

Finally, Ambassador Hillard glanced at Geralt.

"Farewell, Demon Hunter."

Van Hema walked to the place where the ambassador just stood, raised his staff, and aimed at the demon hunter trapped in the trap. The others followed the ambassador onto the board, the warship raised its sails and began to slowly move away from the shore.

"The ambassador does not want to see such a sad scene."

"So he decided to go where he couldn't see." Geralt said with emotion. "What a kind person, huh?"

"This is a good place." The tip of the sorcerer's staff exudes a dangerous light. "Are you ready, Demon Hunter?"

"It's not me who needs to prepare." Geralt looked at the edge of the camp. "It's you."

Suddenly, the Nilfgaard soldier behind the warlock fell, with a crossbow arrow stuck in his neck, deep into the feather. Before the warlock could react, another arrow hit him. The arrow was blocked by the plate armor on his chest, but the impact still took the warlock back several steps, and his heel hit a rock and fell backward. The gate of the camp was pushed open with a bang, revealing Zelin, whose hands were raised behind her, whose fingers were formed into Alderfa's impression, and Wei Si who was holding a sword.

The two guards at the door just realized what was going on. When Zelin's hilt hit the bridge of his nose, the Nilfgaard guards had just pulled out the sword halfway. The heavily armored guard staggered backwards, and then another stamp was placed on his abdomen. The whole person flew backwards, hit the fence, slid down and sat on the ground, split his legs like scissors, and his head tilted. Fainted. The guard on the other side clamped the sword that Weis had cut with his gun. They were in a stalemate, but the strength of the Nilfgaards was even better. He slowly pushed Wei Si's sword upwards, and finally slammed upwards and bounced the long sword. The guard waved the halberd backhand and was about to rush towards Viss, then he fell forward, and an arrow was inserted in the gap between the helmet and shoulders behind his back.

Roche slid down from the side of the hillside. A guard rushed over. Roche raised his sword to block the opponent's blow. The moment he bounced the opponent's attack, he turned around and kicked the enemy's chest. The enemy was driven back several steps.

"Geralt!"

On the left and right sides, two soldiers rushed towards Zelin, the demon hunter rolled over, dodged the halberd swung above his head, and threw an anti-magic bomb as he landed. The bomb fell on the ground, rolled twice, stopped under the French seal trap, and exploded. When the dust of the explosion dissipated, the trap was no longer visible, leaving only Geralt who was squatting in the Quinn's seal behind.

"Don't try to escape!" Van Hema got up and picked up the staff that had fallen aside. "The Guards! Kill those who disobey the emperor!"