God-level Demon Hunter

For the next few days, the sky was overcast and gray, and the air was extremely humid.

Because they had to take care of the wounded Roy, the group moved slowly, but they still arrived at the Barony of La Valetti, the junction of Redania and Temeria, before noon on the third day.

Maleficent, Volume [-]

Chapter 1 Barony

In the morning, the sky was cloudy and gray, and the air was extremely humid.

Because they had to take care of the wounded, the demon hunters advanced slowly, but they still stepped into the territory of Baron de la Valetti before noon.

In the past three days, Roy has not been idle, his rib injury has not healed, and he cannot exercise vigorously, so he is concentrating on his crossbow shooting skills, and from the bottom of the space, he found the archery experience given by Regan Dahlberg in Carbon Mountain, looking over and over again, Summarize.

Within a year, the uninterrupted training was finally sublimated, and the crossbow specialization quietly broke through, becoming the second skill to reach Lv2 after alchemy, and it was purely through hard training.

Crossbow Specialization Lv2: After tens of thousands of shots, you have further mastered the use of long-range weapons hand crossbow and crossbow. When using similar weapons, the shooting accuracy, effective range, and penetration will all increase by 5.00%5→ 10 bonus.

You can actively activate this ability, the bonus effect is doubled, but the physical energy consumption is also doubled, and your own movement speed is halved, and this state lasts for at least 30 seconds. )

The young witcher was lying on the back of the brown horse, staring at the undulating horizon in the distance, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

Hand crossbow is a vital part of his combat system, affecting the power of flashing and guiding arrows, and his overall strength will also benefit from the improvement of crossbow specialization.

There is still a slight difference between this kind of cumulative improvement and the direct use of skill points - every small step is full of sweat, and there is a sense of accomplishment!

"The next skill to improve, well, it should be long sword specialization!"

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The Barony of La Valetti is the fiefdom of the La Valetti family in Temeria. It is located in the north of the kingdom, on the south bank of the Pontar River, next to the White Bridge across the river. It's Redania, much quicker and easier than crossing the river in some battered, rickety barge.

The La Valetti family has managed the barony for generations, controlling the commercial routes and river crossing points in the entire surrounding area. After the family's continuous expansion, this territory has become the largest and strongest barrier in northern Temeria.

"Guys, have you ever been to the city of La Valette?" Fliers walked on the bumpy country road, looking into the distance, looking past the quiet village and the vibrant farmland.

Peas, lettuce, bitter gourd, onions, tomatoes and other crops are planted in the field, and the growth is gratifying.Different from the barren land of Waylon, the peasants of La Valette can harvest enough fields to make a living even without the acorn oil given by the lady in the forest.

The bald man shook his head, "What's so special about that place?"

"I used to think that Vizima was the most impressive land in Temeria... until I entered Lavaleti Castle, that huge town fortress, in terms of size, it is not inferior to the capital of any northern country "Fliers said, shaking his head, "Forget it, it's boring to say it, it's more appropriate to wait for you to witness it with your own eyes."

The witcher quickened his pace, and not long after, a heavy rain fell.

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Suburban villages, chicken coop taverns.

Accompanied by the sound of sour teeth being rubbed against wooden boards, five demon hunters in slightly wet clothes poured into the tavern one after another and sat side by side in front of the bar.

On the far left is the tallest Lasso, and to the right sits Oakes, Serrit, Fliers, and Roy in turn, and on the far right is Karl, the petite boy.

Viewed from the back, they happen to be arranged from left to right, from high to low. The six heads are like a row of rolling mountains, which has a different kind of beauty.

"Boss, five glasses of Vizima stout!" Reso knocked on the table and looked around. This tavern perfectly matched its name, narrow, dark, damp, and messy.

It's like a chicken cage magnified thousands of times.

At the moment, there are more than a dozen customers drinking and dining in the corner, some of them are local villagers in coarse linen, and some of them are businessmen and travelers from other places.

The demon hunter with double swords on his back and a very special appearance and temperament attracted everyone's attention as soon as he entered the tavern.

The voice of chatting stopped, all kinds of strange eyes swept over, but quickly turned away again.

However, the sensitive demon hunter still noticed that there was a person whose eyes were not friendly, with a hint of disgust.

"God, open your eyes. When did this group of freaks start to act collectively? They brought a boy with them, who was kidnapped from some poor farmer's house... The skinny one must have been tortured."

The witcher could clearly hear the murmur of the man with the fleshy face, but his face remained as usual and he didn't respond.If they are slandered by someone, they have to do it. They are exhausted and exhausted.

"Your beer, what else do you want?" The middle-aged man who was the bartender and the boss finished drinking, propped his chin and glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner. The hour hand pointed to twelve, which was lunch time.

"Six more grilled fish and bacon..." Leto said.

"Add a glass of apple juice..." Roy added, "I don't want to drink now, including beer..."

"You can't waste it if you don't drink it!" Oakes gently pushed the beer in front of Roy, and the glass slid across the bar to the right, and slid to Carl in an impartial manner.

The huge cylindrical beer glass was filled with dark liquid, covered with a layer of snow-white foam, exuding a slightly sweet and mellow malt aroma. Carl could not help squinting his eyes when he smelled it, looking slightly drunk.

And two pints of beer mug, bigger than a boy's head.

"Little devil, it's the first time to have a serious meal, so you still have to go out of your way and follow the rules of the witcher. After drinking this glass of wine, we will be good brothers from now on."

This time, Serrit didn't scold his brother, but just watched quietly.

"Er..." The boy swallowed his saliva, and looked at his mentor for help.

Fliers took off his sunglasses, and his gray-green pupils showed a cold light at the hooded witcher, "Ox, who gave you the courage to bully my disciple..."

"Don't get me wrong," Oakes said seriously, "I'm helping Carl... to exercise this brat's tolerance ability in advance, laying a solid foundation for the future grass trial. You should understand that the taste of grass decoction is much worse than beer !"

"Besides, Carl is eight years old, right? What's wrong with a little man drinking beer?" Oakes said exaggeratedly, patting his chest, "I think I was four or five years old when I first drank?"

"Ochs, just talk nonsense... You are obviously taking revenge for losing to me in the swordsmanship competition, and you didn't dare to trouble me, so you bullied my disciple." Fliers said firmly, "Yes Why are you coming at me! Anyway, I said, I will beat you up a few times!"

"What I'm waiting for is your words," Oakes said provocatively with the corner of his mouth bent. "In this venue, do you dare to compete with me?" He said and raised a huge beer glass to the cat sent the witcher.

"Ochs, I originally wanted to save you some face...Since you have lost to me in swordsmanship, then drink... I will let you understand what a crushing defeat is today!"

Two pairs of vertical pupils intertwined, and there was a faint smell of gunpowder in the air.

Roy covered his face and sighed, rubbed the boy's hair, and gave him some apple juice.

"Never mind these two drunks...we'll drink ours..."

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"Boss, your craftsmanship is quite good..." Roy chewed the smoked pork, the light spicy taste and compound spice taste stimulated the taste buds, forming a unique and wonderful experience.

He narrowed his eyes, and between the slits, the fat figure of the boss was bathed in the dim light, becoming blurred and strange.

But when his dark gold pupils contracted, everything returned to normal.

"Thank you for the compliment!" The middle-aged man rubbed his chubby belly and smiled, "It's not that old Barton is bragging. Apart from the wine, my shop's unique smoked pork has the most repeat customers, and some customers from far away even make a special trip. Come here in a carriage and have a good time."

"Hmm... This rare delicacy does have a magic power that makes people worry about it... I am no exception."

Old Barton smiled with orange peel all over his face, and couldn't help being interested in chatting.

"Look at the outfits of the few, are they mercenaries from other places?"

"Mercenaries?" Roy shook his head, took out the Snake Pie pendant from his chest and showed it to the boss, "We are Snake Pie demon hunters... and there is a Cat Pie brother."

"Oh, a demon hunter, wandering around, living in no fixed place, with superb skills, killing monsters..." Old Barton read a few opera-like lines, and his attitude was even a little affectionate.

"Are you not afraid at all?"

"Witch hunters are not scary, what's scary is people's hearts." Old Barton's dark pupils were as deep as the sea, "I've been running a tavern for more than ten years, and I've seen many guests coming and going from south to north. More well-behaved than ordinary people... As for the messy rumors in the countryside, what kind of witcher likes to kidnap children, profusely eats blood, and kills people like hemp... Most of them are nonsense. I have seen people with ordinary appearances and identities People, in their bones, are more evil than these rumors describe!"

Roy couldn't help but take a deep look at Old Barton. The boss of a small suburban place actually has such insight. He suddenly felt that Old Barton's round, fat, rough face became much more pleasing to the eye.

"Speaking of which, for several master demon hunters, the old La Valetti's site is indeed a good place. The city has a large population, mixed with fish and dragons, and there are various difficult problems, which also means a lot of commissions... "

"We're not here to pick up the commission." Roy heard an exaggerated yell, turned around, and at some point, Lesso and Serritt also joined the wine competition.

The four witchers enthusiastically encouraged each other to drink.

Even Carl was not spared, he was drank a few sips of wine, his face flushed and he blew snot bubbles in a daze.

And the guests in the hall seemed to be affected by this fanatical atmosphere, making loud noises and drinking wine.

"We are going to stay in La Valetti's territory for a while, and then enter Redania through the White Bridge." Roy said truthfully, and took another bite of bacon, his face full of intoxication, as if even the ribs The injury is less painful.

"Unfortunately, the White Bridge may not be open in a short time." Old Barton poured a bucket of cold water on the demon hunter's head.

Roy's heart trembled, "What's going on?"

"Demon hunter, you need to understand the specific situation yourself. I dare not chew the tongue of my lord behind my back. If someone reports it, I will be hanged!"

"Aha! My wife... my dearest Louisa..." A villager suddenly stood up from his chair, raised his glass high, and shook his head reeking of alcohol, "Isn't I good enough for you? Why do you have to recite Want me to have an affair with someone else?!"

"Dear Barron, I know you love me, but you are too old to satisfy my desire as a wife..." The companion opposite him then stood up and said in a high-pitched voice on purpose, pinching the orchid. , obviously imitating a woman, "And, and I want to try what it's like to be a queen!"

"Get lost!" Old Barton suddenly threw a cup on the ground, waking up the two drunkards, "Do you know what you are talking about? Are you courting death?"

The two drunkards were stunned for a while, then they glanced at the guests in the hall in panic as if they had just woken up from a dream, and hurriedly fled the tavern.

"Hey! You two bastards, you haven't paid yet! Forget it, I'll put the bill on you!" Old Barton sighed, and turned to the crowd, "Sorry for disturbing the enjoyment of the guests. It's bad, I like to talk nonsense when I'm drunk, don't take it to heart..."

Roy nodded indifferently, but thought about the two familiar names in his heart, "Loisa La Valetti... Baron La Valetti..."

Aren't they the current lady and lord of the barony?

An extremely discordant feeling rose in the young demon hunter's heart, what's wrong? !

"This kind of scandal has already become known to everyone?"

Chapter 2 News from acquaintances

The torrential rain that lasted all day and night stopped, and the sky was washed into an almost transparent blue.

Looking down from the sky, a crowded crowd hovers in front of the magnificent and suffocating fortress close to the bank of the Pontal River.

Around the castle of La Valette, the towering walls and towers on all sides exceed 20 meters, forming a beautiful city.

The majestic fortifications extended nearly one-fifth of Temeria in the east-west direction, casting long shadows on the Pontar River, like a terrifying monster lurking in silence.

The city gate under the steel gate is the mouth of a giant beast, which swallows the noisy crowd.

A group of elite soldiers dressed in silver armor and with the La Valette family coat of arms tattooed on their chests guarded this "mouth". Countless crossbowmen on the nearby city walls cast stern gazes.

The demon hunters were honestly inspected and interrogated in front of the city gate. In order to pass the inspection, their weapons were handed over to Lei Suo in advance and put into the space ring.

"Four Snake Demon Hunters, and a pair of Cat Demon Hunter masters and apprentices, from Vizima?" The young soldier glanced over the six people in front of him, focusing on the pendants around their necks.

He paused when he glanced at the brown horse led by the witcher. The horse was staring at him with eyes like copper bells.

"Did you make a mistake..."

The soldier inexplicably felt a chill down his spine.

It's not that he hasn't seen demon hunters before, but in his impression, most of these mutants like to go alone, why did so many appear at once?

It was almost unheard of for five witchers to go together.

Think about it, with their superb skills, combined together, it is undoubtedly a force that cannot be ignored.

It's fine to just stay here, to make trouble in the city...

Especially one of them, Cat Pie, the neurotic Cat Pie demon hunter's reputation among the people is extremely bad, in case something goes wrong suddenly.

"Accidents have to be nip in the bud."

The young soldier's scalp was slightly numb, and he snapped,

"Report your name, age, purpose of entering the city, and how long you plan to stay?" The scribe behind the soldier held a quill pen and prepared to record.

This is the first time a demon hunter has seen such strict procedures for entering the city, and it is more troublesome than Vizima.

But they quickly figured out that as the last line of defense between Redania and Temeria, La Valetti Fortress had an extremely important strategic position, and it was done to keep out spies from neighboring countries.

Everyone stated their identity information according to the agreed terms.

"We came from Vizima, and we are going to stay in the city for half a month, wander around, and then cross the White Bridge to Novigrad..." Finally, Lesso concluded.

"More than half of the merchants who enter the city will go to the City of Liberty..." the soldier said impatiently, "but unfortunately, under the order of the baron, Baiqiao has entered an indefinite blockade. Not allowed to pass."

"You guys might as well go to the port of Velen in the west and take a boat across the river..."

"You don't want to let us in at all, do you?" Oakes muttered.

The young soldier simply admitted, "According to the Lord Baron, the whole city is under martial law recently, and no dangerous people can be allowed in. So, please go back..."

"Are you going to enter or not?" The businessman behind the demon hunter began to urge, "If you can't enter the city, don't block the road, it's a waste of time!"

Roy turned around sharply and gave the potbellied businessman a vicious look, and the latter fell silent again.

Then he took out a snow-white letter inlaid with gold edging from his pocket, and handed it to the soldier.

"Your Excellency, take another look, can you enter the city now?"

The soldier glanced at the Temeria lily on the surface of the envelope, and his expression changed drastically. After he finished reading the letter, his attitude took a 180-degree turn.