God-level Demon Hunter

Chapter 19 Changes

In the afternoon of the next day, the light was gray, and the mist from the Pontar River enveloped the sky of the Barony of La Valette. The air was humid and exuded the salty smell of fish and aquatic plants.

Members of the Sea Scorpions, Elf Lady Evelyn and Cantila of Zerikhan left the baron's castle under the escort of an officer.

The hair of the two was wet, and it was obvious that they had just washed and groomed not long ago. The sour smell of not taking a bath for a long time was swept away, the heavy shackles under their feet were removed, and the dirty and greasy prison uniforms were replaced with clean and tidy clothes.

The whole person is completely new.

"You two little bitches, you're lucky, the young master woke up in time, and the master doesn't plan to argue with you anymore." Officer Dylan pushed the two of them from behind, full of foul language, "Take you now Get out of here, leave the barony within three days, go wherever you want, but remember not to come back! Otherwise, you will not be greeted by a dungeon, but two coffins!"

"Did you eat shit for lunch? Your mouth smells worse than shit!" The black-haired witcher came out from behind the tower not far away, his dark golden eyes flashed a fierce light, and he pinched his fingers crisply , "Now take your disgusting claws away from these two ladies. They are no longer prisoners for you to torture and humiliate. If you dare to touch it again, I guarantee you will become a pile of rotten meat!"

Hearing this, the officer's face instantly turned blue and red, as if his throat was choked by a mouthful of rice, he grinned, but when he thought of the terrible experience of hitting a ghost last time, his face changed drastically, and he swallowed the breath alive .Did not dare to refute half a sentence.

On the other side, seeing this, the rebellious Ms. Zerikhan suddenly stuck out her tongue at him and made a vicious gesture of wiping her throat.

……

"Evelyn, Cantila, how does it feel to be free?"

Roy watched the officer return to the castle, smiled happily, and walked side by side to the two ladies.

"I just knew you wouldn't give up on us, it's interesting!" Cantila hooked the demon hunter's shoulder enthusiastically, and stuck it up, "You caught the real culprit and cleared up our grievances, right? Baron Madam also gave a large amount of compensation."

Roy nodded, and he realized that the so-called real culprit was just the devil Him who he fabricated to deal with. The matter about the mirror master was too bizarre to win the old baron's trust.

It is estimated that the sea scorpion will not believe this story either.

"By the way, where did Froz go?" Roy Huanmu looked around and confirmed that there were only two ladies present, but Froz the Clown, the last member of the Sea Scorpion, was nowhere to be seen.

"Froz..." Cantila suddenly lowered her head, and the smile on her face disappeared without a trace.

A trace of sadness flashed across Evelyn's eyes, and she kept silent.

At this moment, the witcher noticed the three linen bags behind the woman and moved his nose.

A body bag smelled of burnt fire.

Another has a strong floral scent.

Finally, with the smell of fresh carcasses mildly rotting.

"What's in it?"

"Froz's body..." Cantila sighed heavily, "Last night, as soon as the servants in the castle informed that they had caught the real murderer, Froz hanged himself..."

"Are you sure it was suicide?" Roy's expression was not good. "Didn't the people in the castle kill him?"

Aveline shook her head and recalled, "Actually, he didn't want to live a long time ago, but he was unwilling to die wronged. Now that the truth is revealed, he went to accompany Corinth."

The demon hunter was astonished. The person he rescued after trying so hard to challenge the mirror master actually killed himself? !

"So, these two sacks contain the bodies of Corinthy and Amos?"

Flame-breather Collinsty was also a member of the Sea Scorpions, but he was burned by the baron long ago, and the witcher once saw his charred corpse in the public square.

And Amos was once buried in the garden by the couple of dogs and men.

"That's right, we're going to take the corpses and bury them together after leaving the city. It's also a last meager effort for the three old friends."

The atmosphere was tense for a while.

Roy stared at the lifeless linen bag on the ground, and could vaguely see the outline of a deformed corpse inside.

For what happened to Froz, he had a little sympathy, but also faint anger.

Witnessing his lover's wrongful death, this guy never thought of seeking revenge from Baron Baron who gave the cruel order?

I would rather kill myself than live on, accumulating strength to avenge my lover, this is undoubtedly a coward's performance!

Then the witcher shook his head mockingly, what right did he have to laugh at this poor man.

Froz the Clown, a lowly acrobat, what power can he use to avenge a powerful nobleman like the baron?

As the most common of the countless civilians in Temeria, even though he was regarded as nothing by the nobles of the kingdom, there were only a handful of people who dared to stand up and fight with their lives.

And the rebels were almost reduced to bandits in the mountains.

……

"Go this way..." The elf lady led the way, while the witcher followed behind her, carrying a sack and Cantila.

"This is not the direction of the tavern, where are we going now?" the witcher asked curiously.

Evelyn didn't look back. She brushed her short black hair that was blown by the wind, and asked inappropriately, "Roy, although Froz passed away, we will always remember the kindness you gave to clean up the sea scorpion's grievances... ...I will definitely repay you in the future."

"I repeat, there is no need for repayment between friends! Wait, why is it the future?"

The witcher's lips moved, and the Zerikhan girl beside him suddenly came over and took his arm.

"Evelyn is right, the people of the dragon will repay their kindness. You rescued me from the dungeon of darkness, and I owe you my life...Roy, I am willing to be your right-hand man and wave for you A sharp scimitar. Of course, I can do a lot of things, and you will be satisfied!"

As she said that, the Zerikhan girl suddenly licked her red lips provocatively, stretched out her hands in front of the demon hunter, and spun around, showing the body of a female leopard under the bronze skin, with high nose and deep eyes, With plump lips and mysterious tattoos on both cheekbones, she exudes a wild and exotic beauty.

"Though your body is not as strong as the dragon's people, you have a handsome face."

She said seriously to the witcher.

"Roy..." Evelyn explained, "Cantila's hometown is in the far east of the Blue Mountains. The people are brave and good at fighting, skilled in fighting skills, loyal and reliable. They are all excellent mercenaries. Many big businessmen and government officials hope to hire a Zerikan bodyguard."

"Then?"

"Don't worry, the most important thing is that Zerikhan's people are simple and honest. Because you saved Cantila's life, she is willing to become your mercenary for free in return for saving her life."

"Evelyn missed one point. The daughter of the dragon is unrivaled not only on the battlefield, but also in other places." Cantila confidently puffed up her chest, promoting herself.

"Uh, this is definitely a bodyguard thug, not a little wife who warms the bed?"

Are all Zerikhan women this bold?

Roy groaned in his heart, avoiding Cantila's extremely aggressive eyes, he thought of the Three Jackdaws Borch who once had an intersection with Geralt, and the humanoid legendary Golden Dragon was always by his side A pair of Zerikan sisters.

The two sisters are not only skilled, but also quite skilled in certain skills.He even had a hearty four-person tub sparring with his master, the Three Jackdaws, and the experienced White Wolf.

"Sorry, Cantila, demon hunters don't need bodyguards..." Roy took a deep breath. He really couldn't imagine that hiding behind a woman when he was fighting water ghosts and corrupt demons in the wild was nothing. man?

He shook his head.

"The witcher hates Cantila? Do you think I will become a burden and drag you down?" The Zerikan woman unbuttoned her skirt to prove herself, revealing a piece of delicate skin. Only then did Roy realize that delicate skin Under the collarbone crawled a hideous cut like a centipede, and further down, a cyan scorpion was tattooed on a rounded edge, which was lifelike and looked both sexy and dangerous.

"This wound is from a scorpion I hunted in Zerikhan...the scorpion was bigger than a buffalo and stronger than a man, but I killed it alone, and this tattoo represents the feat. Also, In recent years, I wandered around with the acrobatic troupe, and I have killed malicious thugs and cunning beasts... as long as you give me a scimitar and a crossbow, I will definitely be a qualified fighter!"

"Candilla, I never questioned your ability, you are an excellent fighter, there is no doubt... um... button up your clothes first!" Roy turned his head and said solemnly, "In my opinion, two A mercenary is a friend who can sit around the campfire drinking and chatting together, and the relationship between the mercenary and the employer is a superior-subordinate relationship...that is not equal, and it is not appropriate..."

"I don't mind what kind of relationship it is." Cantila suddenly put a muscular arm around Roy's arm, "As far as I know, demon hunters often fight dangerous creatures, that's what I want— Hunting more monsters, getting more meritorious service, getting beautiful tattoos, is there anything more meaningful than this?"

The Zerikhan girl spoke, her gray pupils seemed to glow.

"But you have a better way out, how about listening to my suggestion?" The witcher calmly pulled his arm out of the Zerikhan girl's arms, he didn't want a woman to steal experience from him.

"Didn't the Baroness compensate you a sum of money? Why don't you two use this money to reorganize the Sea Scorpion Acrobatic Troupe?"

"It's too late..." Evelyn pursed her red lips, her pretty face showing a trace of reluctance, "The members of the troupe are dying and scattered, only the two of us are left, and we can't even put together a complete performance I have also discussed with Cantila, after the Froz and his wife are buried, we will go our separate ways."

"Cantila has no other reliable acquaintances in the Northern Kingdom. It would be great if you are willing to accept her."

"This matter has to be discussed with Lei Suo and the others!" Roy pondered, "But Evelyn, why did you suddenly separate after years of friendship?"

"My companions won't mind two more people in the team. It's not a problem to take you to Novigrad. The city of Liberty is extremely prosperous in business, and there will never be a lack of work there. And in the next few years... …I don’t think there will be too many problems, and life and entertainment are much richer and more exciting than baronies.”

"Sorry, Roy, I have other plans," Evelyn sighed looking at the sky, her eyes became firm, "I'm going home!"

"go home?"

"Evelyn is from the Valley of Flowers and the Blue Mountains...the edge of the world that the northern population calls," Cantila explained for her sister. "She should have mentioned it to you."

Hearing this familiar yet unfamiliar place name, the demon hunter rubbed his temples, memories rolling in his mind.

The Valley of Flowers, also known as Dole Bretanna, is located under the Blue Mountains, east of Kaye Village in Lower Posada, Roy's hometown.

The Valley of Flowers belonged to elves centuries ago. After humans landed and occupied it, they turned it into the eastern border of the Kingdom of Aedirn, and drove the aborigines, the Ain Sidi elves, into the Blue Mountains.

However, to this day, the elves still often go down the mountain to make trouble in human fields, learn their planting techniques secretly, and try to regain the land.

Therefore, the two forces of humans and elves have been fighting endlessly in the Valley of Flowers all year round, and with the approaching of the Northern War, the fighting has intensified.

When it comes to the Valley of Flowers, I have to mention another person, the elf warlock, Francesca Findabe, the future elf queen.

It is also one of the masterminds of the elf forces in Baihua Valley.

……

"Why do you suddenly want to go back?" Roy asked, "Because of Froz and Corinth?"

The elf lady was silent, she stopped suddenly, her eyes turned straight ahead.

Only then did the witcher realize that they had walked into a narrow alley.

He followed Evelyn's gaze, and when he swept across the innermost wall of the alley, the dark golden pupils suddenly shrank into a prismatic shape——

Suddenly there were four uninvited guests on the wall.

They squatted firmly on a wall that was one person high, and the leader was... an elf, with a hint of dark blue in his black hair, angular features, big and bright eyes, and a pair of Pointed ears, a tight-fitting green cotton armor, and a slender long sword hanging from his waist.

Roy held down the trembling pendant, and quietly tensed his body.

Observations told him that the four of them were all elves from the mountains, belonging to the most typical ancient race, the pure-blooded Ian Sidi.

Chapter 20 Goodbye, Scoia'tael

"Fendabe, I'm sorry, we're late." The leader, Ian Sidi, jumped off the wall and looked up and down the elf lady with concern, "It's a good thing you're fine."

"After leaving Bretanna for so many years, everyone is still willing to accept me? I..." Aveline's voice choked up, her eyes were red and tears were shining.

"Which young man has never rebelled? If it takes a few years to recognize a complete mistake, it is not too late." The elf comforted, "Everyone still believes in you, and the top of the mountains is willing to accept children who have lost their way , "The elf took a step closer to Evelyn, "Blue Mountain and Baihua Valley will always be your home, and we will always be brothers and sisters."

……

"Roy, Cantila, let me introduce you," Evelyn passed the elves in front of her one by one, recalling for a moment, the strangeness in her eyes quickly faded, "They are my brothers and sisters at the edge of the world, Friends who grew up together..."

The Edge of the World usually refers to the Blue Mountains that stretch across the eastern part of the Northern Realms.

"This is Searle."

Aveline pointed to the elf she had just talked to.

A short green vest was worn over a loose green satin shirt, and close-fitting woolen leggings were tucked into riding boots.

The witcher was thoughtful, remembering where he had seen a similar style of dress.

"This is Vasily..." Aveline pointed to a middle-aged female elf with long eyelashes and abnormally pale skin.

Around her neck were many loops of leather straps strung with strips of golden birch, and she carried a birch staff with intricately carved patterns in her hand.

A faint magic power flows between her slender fingertips and the birch staff, there is no doubt that she is an elf warlock.

"This is Toruville..." A petite elf girl with a somewhat rebellious expression was holding an old lute.Her long black hair was draped over her shoulders, and there were two thin braids on her sideburns. She was dressed like a bard, but there was a colorful cloth scarf around her waist, which hung down to her knees.

"This is Kensafar..." A male elf greedily devoured Huvelt and a turnip with both hands, his face was cold and smelly, like a resentful debt collector.

After listening to Aveline's introduction, the demon hunter nodded to the four of them, but subconsciously observed the surrounding environment.

Thinking about tactics.

The elves on the Blue Mountains have always been unfriendly to humans because they competed with humans for the ownership of the Valley of Flowers all the year round.If any conflict happened in such a narrow alley, he would undoubtedly be at a great disadvantage.

He also noticed that the four strange elves were all thin and pale without exception, as if they were malnourished. Their physical fitness was not much higher than that of ordinary people, but they were rich in experience, and they formed a faint formation. More or less possess several battlefield skills such as one-handed sword specialization and bow specialization, and obviously often participate in battles.

The other party was also observing the witcher and Cantila.

The elf girl with the lute in her arms couldn't help being the first to be curious, "Sister Fantabe...cough, cough...I know this girl from Risekania (Zerikhan), is Cantila right? Seems to have suffered with you. Who is he?"

"Roy, one of my best friends." Aveline said,

"You didn't notify everyone in advance that you still have to bring an 'ape-man'." The elf girl stared at the witcher, her dark eyes suddenly flashed with doubts, "No, he looks very familiar..."

"Where are you familiar?" the indifferent elf man asked after taking a big bite of carrot.

"His ears, the outline of his face, look carefully!"

The elf girl plucked the strings of the lute chaotically, and tried to shout at the witcher, "Que glosse? Quel'en pavienn ell'ea?"

"Nell'ea." Roy immediately responded in proficient ancient language, "T'en pavienn Ian Sidi."