God-level Demon Hunter

"That's right, guys, did you see..." Toruwell turned to look at the gluttonous elf man, "This ape-man can speak his mother tongue! Heh, heh, he's Ian Sidi! No wonder I didn't hear it to the stench of most of humanity!"

"Ape man? Is this how the pure-blooded Ian Shedi sees humans?" The witcher found this adjective a little funny.He could already clearly feel the softening attitude of this elf girl, because of the same elf blood.

"Roy, right? You don't look very old, but your body is quite strong, much better than most of the sick men on the mountain. The family just needs you, a young man with vitality, come back to the blue with us Mountains."

"Okay, Toruville, don't mess around!" Searle glanced at the dark gold eyes of the demon hunter and the pendant around his neck, "This sir can't go with us. Don't you see? He is a A demon hunter who abandoned his identity as a child of the hill and chose the path of mutation...you expect a demon hunter to stand by us and fight against humans?"

"Demon hunter, a human dog who takes money to work?" Toruwell pouted suddenly, thinking of a not-so-pleasant past, completely lost interest in Roy.

"Everyone, don't say that..." Aveline hurriedly explained, "I owe Roy my life, he saved me from the dungeon, otherwise I wouldn't be able to wait for you."

"A demon hunter saved an Ian Sidi..." The four elves exchanged surprised glances.

Sel paused, and bowed to the witcher, "Friend Roy, I apologize for the offensive words just now. You saved Findabe, and that is the friend of the Hill Son. Welcome to the edge of the world. Dole Breitanner is a guest, and I only need to report my name to my fellow countrymen. But this time the time is tight..."

Searle turned to Evelyn and said, "Lord Feravandre is still waiting for you on the top of the mountain. If there is nothing else, it's time to leave."

The elf lady nodded, and turned to face the witcher and Zerikhan's companions, with complicated eyes, as if a grand farewell ceremony was brewing.

"Don't be impatient, you guys." The demon hunter interrupted suddenly, "I'm curious, how did you get in touch with Aveline in the Valley of Flowers thousands of miles away?"

For the past month, Sea Scorpion has been under strict surveillance by the soldiers of the Barony, and it stands to reason that he has no chance of contacting the elves in the Valley of Flowers.

"Let me explain for Findabe," Searle said, stepping forward. "She carved her name on the stake in the square, in her own language, and our people just saw the mark. Just pass the news back. the Blue Mountains."

"Your people?"

"You don't think all the elves are hiding in the mountains, do you?" Searle smiled confidently. "There are brothers and sisters of Ian Sidi all over the world... and there will be more and more!"

"So, are you all planning to bring Aveline back to Breitana?" Roy's suspicious tone was full of dissatisfaction, displeasure, and opposition.

"That's right, is there a problem, witcher?" Toruwell seemed to be unable to bear the attitude of the witcher, and said impatiently, "It's a pity that I spoke well for you before. Now you want to stop a hill The son returned to his hometown?"

"Toruwell, be patient! So, Lord Roy, what do you have to say, shouldn't Findabe go back?"

"You're right!" The demon hunter glanced at the four elves and took a step forward, "Going back to Dor Bretanna is definitely not the right choice."

"Why do you say that? You have to give me an explanation, Roy." Aveline asked. She looked at the witcher, her pretty face twitching tightly.

Roy took a deep breath, closed his eyes and considered for a moment, and finished the draft.

Now, he finally understood why Searle's outfit gave him an unusual sense of familiarity.

The green color on this Iron Sheedy is clearly the color of the notorious Scoia'tael organization in the future. They were also exploited and oppressed by the humans in Aedirn, and they were driven to the Blue Mountains. Compared with the real Scoia'tael, Just missing a squirrel fur decoration.

But it also reminded the witcher that Dol Bretanner was one of the strongholds of Scoia'tael.

If Aveline followed her back, there was no doubt that she might join the Scoia'tael Party in the future. When the Southern Empire blew the horn to march north, she would definitely shed blood on the battlefield along with her compatriots.

What happened to most of Scoia'tael in the Northern War?

Because of the deal between Francesca and Emperor Emhyr of Nilfgaard, the Scoia'tael, which originally aimed to resist the cruel exploitation of non-humans, changed its style.Countless elves and dwarves formed assault groups one by one to attack the army of the northern kingdom, and even waved butcher knives mercilessly at human civilians.

But they were eventually betrayed to Emhyr by his own queen, who tied most of the Scoia'tael officers to the Northern Kingdoms to conclude a truce.

Scoia'tael, pitiful and hateful.

In the end, less than one-third of the Scoia'tael could survive until Francesca regained the Valley of Flowers and established an elf living area.

He didn't want to watch his old friend jump into the fire pit with his own eyes, but these future situations couldn't be announced.

"Look at their appearance, they are so thin that they can't see a bit of oil and blood on their faces." The witcher changed his words, "If I guessed correctly, your four friends lived in Dor Bretanna It's bitter. At least they don't get enough food."

The four elves suddenly fell silent when they heard the words.

Kenzafa, who was devouring vegetables greedily, opened his mouth wide and stopped chewing.

The witcher was right. The environment of the Blue Mountains was not friendly to the elves, and food was scarce. Most Ain Sidi couldn't get enough to eat at all, and they didn't have the talent for human farming.

Roy continued,

"The Valley of Hundred Flowers is firmly occupied by humans, and the elves can only hide in the blue mountains, but no grains will grow on the plateau, and your proud elf king Feilavan der Rey is unwilling to trade food with humans. Aveline goes back I will definitely suffer from hunger and starvation, and I have to face the torture of the extreme environment in the mountains, in case of illness..."

The demon hunter was full of people, and he tried his best to describe a bleak prospect to Aveline, "Elves have a long lifespan, and you will survive in the long loneliness for a long time, watching your compatriots become fewer and fewer, weaker and weaker. more painful."

"In the end there were only hopeless young elves with old eyes, and haggard and sickly women like Toluviel."

"Cough, cough!" Toluwell, who was named by the witcher, coughed inappropriately, then held his breath again, his face flushed,

"Ma'am, for the sake of a trace of the same blood, I will give you some advice." Roy said sincerely, "Your breath is full of tuberculosis. If you don't treat it as soon as possible, you won't live long, and you will be infected." More companions."

"More than that, apart from tuberculosis, in the hungry Blue Mountains, anemia and scurvy may kill you!"

Roy said plausibly, "So...Evelyn, I advise you to think carefully. You may not be able to live in a human city as well as those wealthy businessmen and power classes, but you have to eat well and see a doctor. Absolutely no problem!"

"Enough of the witcher, shut up!" The elf sorceress holding the birch staff suddenly yelled, and suddenly pointed the staff at Roy. The latter's heart jumped, and the instinctive reaction was to remember the group shock, and then again Sword owl head.

But suddenly realized that these people are friends of Evelyn.

He had killed a few Scoia'tael in Mahakam, but today, he has a trace of elven blood in his body, and he is not yet a deadly enemy.

"Forget it, give Evelyn a face."

So he stopped the counterattack and let a transparent palm cover his mouth, temporarily losing his voice.

"Witcher, where did you learn about these situations?" Searle gestured to Vasily with his eyes, and the latter lifted the spell sullenly.

"Geralt the White Wolf, and Dandelion, they traveled to the edge of the world... and I happened to hear them talking about that unpleasant journey." Roy looked at Toruwell in a daze , the other party seems to be still struggling with "tuberculosis", "Did the old lute in your hand be snatched from Dandelion?"

"It's not robbery! Cough...cough..." Toruwell retorted with difficulty, "I paid him a new lute!"

"Dandrian? What a bard with a big mouth, he should have been dried in the field to be dried!" Searle sighed, "Roy, your words are embarrassing... Blue Mountain It's true that life is hard... but it won't last long, when His Majesty recovers the fertile land of Baihua Valley, all suffering will end."

"And you think Findabe doesn't know anything about these basic situations. Can this set of rhetoric affect her decision? You think too simply."

"Roy," Evelyn continued, looking at the witcher with a complicated expression, "thank you for your concern and advice. But I'm sorry, Searle said what was in my heart. Baihua Valley is my hometown Well, the Blue Mountains is where I grew up. I’ve lived there for decades, so I’m naturally aware of everything. I didn’t leave because I lived too poorly... I just didn’t like the extreme attitude of the tribe towards humans.”

A flash of determination flashed across Aveline's delicate and beautiful face.

"But I've changed my mind now. During the time I was locked in the dungeon, I thought about it for a long time and understood many things."

"Why did the sea scorpion come to this point?" Evelyn's pretty face was tense, with swollen bloodshot eyes appearing on the edge of her eyes, "He obviously only wanted to earn a living honestly, but he was arrested by the baron... and tied to the square during the day , let the common people in the territory viciously curse, insult, and cast aside; put in the dungeon at night, starve, and be tortured by the executioner Dylan!"

"We are innocent from the beginning to the end! And Baron Baron, even if he finally understood his mistake clearly, he just sent someone to send a bag of Oren hypocritically, and drove us away like rats, without even saying a word. Both comfort and apology are unwilling to stay."

Aveline shook her head slightly, her face full of sarcasm.

"Roy, I really don't want to continue living in this 'deformed' place... As long as the human nobles still exist, in this land, Ayn Sidi, Zerikan, other non-human races, and even Human civilians . . . will never be free and respected."

"Besides, Noa me kend, ias heat wouda difrrent. (If you are not of my race, your heart must be different)"

"When I thought I was going to die in the dungeons, the last thing on my mind was that I had to go back to the Blue Mountains, to my homeland, to stand with countless of my fellow men, and to fight for freedom for the Ayn Sidi and dignity!"

"Do you understand, my choice?"

Roy sighed, the words have come to this point, what else can he persuade?Persuading a pure-blood Ian Shedi to abandon his hometown and his people?

"I see, Evelyn...sister. Take care in the future...Dylan's executioner, I will deal with it."

"Leave me the chance of revenge... Cantila will come to you tomorrow after finishing the business. Finally—"

In the gentle but firm words, Evelyn took a deep breath, hurried forward, stood on tiptoe, raised her sharp chin, and kissed lightly.

The black and red hair brushed against the cheeks, and the warm breath touched the corner of the witcher's mouth.

Lady Elf's beautiful eyes stared deeply, with a trace of nostalgia and reluctance, as if to be engraved into his heart.

"do not forget me."

As soon as the words fell, the graceful figure instantly completely disappeared into the alley with Cantila and Ayn Sheedy's companion, carrying three body bags.

What is this, a parting gift?

Roy touched the corner of his mouth, and his expression showed a moment of melancholy—the elf lady, who was stepping on graceful dance steps, completely walked into an unknown path of fate because of her own intervention.

Go back to the edge of the world, join Scoia'tael soon, and shed your blood in the Northern War?

The only thing he hopes is that they won't meet again on the battlefield in the future.

……

"Fundabe, the baron gave you a... a compensation?" Walking out of the alley, Searle looked at the dense pedestrians on the street and said hesitantly.

"I understand what you mean..." Evelyn brushed her hair and said calmly, "The brothers and sisters in the mountains are all starving, so naturally all the money will be donated and exchanged for supplies to bring back, but here Before, three old friends had to be buried, and then—”

Evelyn glanced at Cantila, the latter's eyes lit up, with a look of ferocity on his face, "That bastard in the dungeon has treated us for more than a month, it's time to 'repay' him."

"By the way, let's solve Baron La Valetti together?" Kensafar put down the carrot and gestured to wipe his throat.

"Killing a noble at this time, at such a sensitive border between the two countries, I'm afraid it will disrupt His Majesty's arrangement and expose... Findabe, how about taking care of that dog baron next time?" Searle glanced at the majestic castle , gnashing teeth,

"It won't be too long, not only him, all human beings will repent in blood and fire, with their lives!"

Volume No.11 The Call of the Crossroads

Chapter 1 Entering Redania

The night was cold.

Outside the witcher's hut.

The blade reflected the bright moonlight, and the two figures danced silently.

Two hands with bulging veins tightly grasped Gu Weil. Roy stood with the sword slanted on his waist, like a plow for plowing the field. The point of the sword pointed directly at the neck of the hooded witcher. The bull position rises and slowly moves sideways.

Oakes bowed his body slightly, held the tip of the sword in his left hand and pointed it at the opponent's eyes, held the blade in his right hand and retracted it, and walked lightly on his toes, walking along him.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The two collided violently.

Dazzling fast break!

Sparks flew like a waterfall, the blade of the sword leaped bathed in moonlight, and "Qiang Qiang" struck dozens of times.

The figure suddenly separated.

The two faced each other again.

Guvihir rose from the waist to the side of the face, like the horns of a bull, switching left and right with the footsteps of the sword bearer, always aiming at the target, ready to charge.

But the hand holding the sword was visibly trembling. Roy's chest heaved violently because of too much physical exertion. His body was steaming with sweat, and his clothes and hair were wet.

A bead of sweat trickled down the tip of his chin.

"pat..."

On the opposite side, the hooded witcher took a deep breath, and suddenly let go of his two swords, holding the hilt of the sword like a cane, and the hearty smile of the past was gone from his face—the Quen Seal that protected him was shattered in one blow , There is a strand of hair missing from the sideburns.

"A new generation replaces the old, that day has finally come...Demon hunter Roy, from now on, the title of the viper school swordsmanship champion will fall to you!" Oakes tilted his head and squinted at his amber eyes. There was a hint of cunning in the pupils and sighing face, and the steel sword in his hand was tapped three times in the air, like an emperor awarding knights with honors.

"What are you doing?" The Snake School apprentice rolled his eyes, danced a beautiful sword flower, and returned the sword to its sheath, angrily and funny, "I have lost tens of thousands of times, why should I be happy if I win once by chance? of?"

"You don't understand! I, an 80-year-old witcher, actually lost my mind during the battle. It's the first time in 30 years. It's a shame!" Oakes pulled down his hood to hide his embarrassment and shame, "If Ser Rhett knew it, and he still laughed out loud."

"Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret for you." The corners of Roy's mouth curled, suppressing the smile in his heart, and tentatively said,

"But you were in a bad state just now, did you get distracted?"

"I don't know what's going on tonight. My eyes are blurred, and I'm suffering from floaters? I keep seeing messy red ghosts, and my perfect sword skills are greatly compromised... I didn't swing the sword a few times, and my muscles started to ache." Oakes rubbed Rubbing his sore arms, he said to himself solemnly, "Did I drink too much with the cat vulture this afternoon?"

"The red ghost shadow, tell me carefully." Roy's heart moved slightly.

"A long strip of tentacles," the hooded witcher stretched his hands rhythmically on both sides of his body, roughly simulating the posture of molluscs swimming in the water, "similar to the tentacles of an octopus, the color of blood, in the Jumping behind you and on the long sword...Damn it! As soon as I saw that thing, some bad experiences flooded my mind uncontrollably."

As he spoke, the demon hunter's amber pupils turned suspiciously towards the pair of dark gold pupils.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"That kind of vision, is the existence in the castle still haunting you?"

"Impossible, it must be that you haven't sobered up yet!"

Roy temporarily fooled it with a word.

Red tentacles?It turns out that in the eyes of others, the so-called will to kill is such a terrifying image.

But why is it a tentacle, and I'm not an evil god?

Roy made a strange remark in his heart.

He couldn't figure it out for a while, so he simply put it behind him, and recalled the scene of the exchange just now.

Compared with the group fixation of "shock and awe" every 4 minutes, "suppression" lasts all the time, but the effect is much "softer".