God-level Demon Hunter

The northern kingdom is constantly fighting among themselves, and they want to unite to defend against the enemy, unless the flames of war burn at home.

Rita Nieder quietly retracted the long legs hanging under the window sill, put her chin on her knees, and her eyes flickered.

"Until Nilfgaard conquered Cintra with lightning speed, and continued to send troops to attack Soden, tearing open a shortcut to the north."

"At that time, the kings realized that the situation was critical, and sent coalition troops to stop it. The Warlock Brotherhood, which is deeply connected with the royal families of the northern countries, also sent members to support it."

"And you're in it."

The sorceress no longer had the heart to question his words, she quietly leaned her head on the witcher's shoulder, closed her eyes and listened quietly.

Roy took a deep breath, and his dark golden pupils seemed to see the flames intertwined in the distance and the torrent of time and space through the dark night.

He said loudly,

"I heard the roar of killing near Lower Sodden on the north bank of the Yaruga River."

"Countless soldiers gathered in the north and south corridors, Nilfgaardian cavalry in black cloaks and winged helmets outflanked from the flanks, infantry faced each other in the center, steel blades cut armor, blood flowed in rivers, the battlefield was like A never-ending grindstone of flesh and blood, tens of thousands of people were strangled and seriously injured, or died!"

"In the small castle on the top of Sodden Mountain, the warlocks who used to be pampered... were forced to get involved in the huge machine of war." Roy continued, his voice became heavy, and his face was as cold as ice, "The spellcasters from the north and the south, more than Forty warlocks confronted each other remotely."

"There are noisy flames, burning arrows and bursting fireballs, there are screams and collisions, the flames are soaring, the mountains are shaking, and the ground is shaking. From fireballs to Azulei's lightning strike... there are endless layers of large-scale spells!"

"At the end of the battle, most spellcasters bleed from excessive use of magic."

"There are even warlocks who ignite spontaneously because of the accumulation of too much chaotic energy in their bodies."

"So me?" Coral interjected suddenly, asking in a low voice, "How did I die?"

Without saying a word, Roy suddenly tightened his grip on the sorceress's icy-cold catkin. "Don't worry, with me here, you will definitely be able to live well."

"I will take you out of this land of right and wrong, this is the promise of a demon hunter!"

In fact, during the Battle of Mount Sodden, Rita Nedwai suffered a lot before her death—lying in a pool of blood, losing limbs, screaming horribly...

She and a dozen other victims are collectively known as the Soden Mountain 14.

With the heroic image of fighting against the southern invaders, it will be famous forever.

But to die is to die.

"When did the Battle of Mount Sodden take place?"

"Just next year..."

"You mean, if I don't make any changes, I only have more than a year to live?"

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The blue eyes and the dark gold pupils looked at each other for a moment.

Coral suddenly stood up on the window sill, covered her red lips and giggled coquettishly, and the white flowers trembled under the pearl chain, "Little villain, this story is very exciting, it is really a shame for you not to be a bard." .”

The witcher lowered his head and sighed, "You don't believe me?"

"On the contrary..." The sorceress jumped off the window sill, her arms suddenly wrapped around the witcher from behind, her chin was resting on his shoulder, her red lips were close to his ear and exhaling hot air, "I have thought about it again, The Battle of Mount Sodden sounds at first glance like a terrific hoax."

"But every one of your viewpoints, the power of Cintra and its allies, the relationship between the Northern Kingdom, and the ambitions and movements of the Southern Empire, are logical and impeccable."

The sorceress' complexion suddenly changed, and her heart fluctuated.

It is difficult for anyone to remain calm after hearing about such a war that concerns the future destiny of everyone.

She even had the illusion of being in a dream.

"This is by no means made up. I don't care about where your premonition comes from. Where does a witcher know so many twists and turns."

Roy breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, I didn't waste so much talking in vain.

"The problem is that when the moment of the decisive battle comes, Nilfgaard invades Soden Mountain. As you said, I can't help myself and can only accept orders."

The sorceress's gentle palm turned the witcher to face her, and leaned forward, nose to his, eyes to his.

She looked so pitiful.

"Little villain, big prophet, how are you going to save me?"

Chapter 9 Conditions for a Sorceress

In the dim light of the cooking stove.

There were two figures sitting by the window sill.

The scorching breath and the rich aroma of roses overwhelmed the witcher.

"Hmm... Coral, although it's reckless to say that... But if you want to escape the Battle of Sodden Mountain, you must first give up your current job and leave Kerak."

"When you no longer bear the title of royal advisor, the king of this country, Veraxus, has no reason to ask a woman to stand in front of a man and throw her head and blood."

Rita Needle rubbed the center of her eyebrows,

"I have worked in Kerak for more than ten years. I mainly advised the dead old king, Bei Luoheng, and I have the current status. How can I say that I have developed a little affection for this country."

She shook her head, and her wild-fire-like red hair gently patted the witcher's cheek, "Let me just give up all my years of hard work in business and walk away? I'm a bit reluctant."

Her expression was strange, as if she was narrating an unavoidable regret, sighing for a decision that had already been made.

"If I persuade the king not to intervene in the battle of Mount Sodden, will there be any change?"

The sorceress put forward another possibility, "Kerak is far away from Soden and Temeria. If the Southern Empire wants to invade and occupy such a small country like ants, it must first cross the east of Kerak and Brokleon Forest to the south."

"The primordial forest is the territory of the dryads. Queen Esna will lead her sharpshooters to teach the southern invaders a painful lesson."

Coral pondered, "Kerak is a small country, and its geographical location is not a battleground. I don't think Nilfgaard is likely to do such a thankless thing."

Roy had to admit the opponent's analysis.

In fact, the pace of invasion from the south to the north did not have much impact on Kerak.

They sent troops to assist in the battle of Sodden Mountain, also under the pressure of Temeria and other northern powers.

If the king of Kerak is sophisticated enough, he can play like a fish in water between Nilfgaard and Temeria.

But if you don't leave Kerak, what will the witcher brothers do?

"Coral, but have you ever thought that even if you keep Kerak out of the matter, as long as you continue to hold an important position such as a national advisor, the Brotherhood of Warlocks can easily contact you."

"Can you object to the recruitment of the Warlock Brotherhood? If I remember correctly, you are also a well-known figure in the Brotherhood?"

At that time, Vigforts of Logyven will lead the members of the Brotherhood of Warlocks and the magic advisors of the Northern Kingdom. A total of 22 warlocks will meet the southern army and spellcasters on Mount Sodden.

Even if Coral can persuade King Kerak to change his order and not intervene in the battle of Mount Sodon, it will be difficult to escape the call of the Brotherhood of Warlocks.

The sorceress quickly understood what he meant, "Leave Kerak, and then find a place to hide for three to five years until the Battle of Mount Sodden is over?"

"For a spellcaster with a long lifespan, a closed experiment lasting two years is not uncommon." Roy stared at her flickering eyes and made a suggestion, "I happened to miss the magic message during the retreat, It will never be regarded as a betrayal by warlocks!"

"It's fine to leave Kerak. But my status and reputation in the Brotherhood of Warlocks will inevitably slide to freezing point... just to escape an uncertain war?"

Rita Nieder took a deep breath, and her eyes flooded the witcher's face like water waves, soaking into the bottom of her heart, trying to see through him, to see clearly the truth and the false.

Of course, the result was the same as many previous attempts.

Roy is immune to mind reading, his face is calm, and his dark golden pupils are shining with sincerity.

"Little villain, are you reading my mind?" She walked into the dark laboratory and slowly paced around the table. She could only confirm further, "How many warlocks in the north participated in this war?"

"22 people."

"How many victims?"

"Including you, there are a total of fourteen...thirteen..." Roy corrected, "One of them was only seriously injured, but was still counted among the victims by official statistics."

The lady pursed her coral red lips.

This guy answered the questions without thinking, as if he was stating the history that had already happened, and he was miraculously immune to mind reading, so she couldn't be sure if it was true or not... If all these were making up stories, it would be too scary .

Should I trust him?

The witcher saw the embarrassment on the sorceress's face, and said mockingly, "I thought about it before, instead of being so cowardly and always trying to persuade people to escape, I should be more proactive and try to turn the tide of the battle."

"Through other relationships, contact the kings in the north, such as Queen Calanthe of Cintra...tell them about the cruel fate of the country...and try to change the fate."

"But I'm just a humble demon hunter. Even if I try my best to hug the thighs of those respected kings, [-]% of them may be regarded as a madman and idiot full of lies, and I will break my legs and drive me out... If there is any chance left, my prophecy will be regarded as a curse, and I will be tied to the stake!"

The sorceress lowered her head.

Even if the royal adviser she served said such shocking words to the cooperating king, it was not convincing, let alone the witcher.

"The Witcher Brotherhood was founded, and we have no ability to influence a war between countries..." Roy stepped forward, boldly pulled Coral's icy slender hands, wrapped them in his palms,

"So, I can only change the people around me, the people who trust me, and I can only save the people I care about... Coral, leave Kerak with me!"

The eyes of the two met in mid-air, and the sorceress' expression was complicated for a moment.

She looked at him, her gaze piercing the distance between them, the abyss of time and space.

After a full half minute, Rita Needle looked away, chuckling.

"Little villain, are you confessing to me?"

The witcher's lips moved.

Instead, she immediately changed the subject, "It's not difficult for you to let me leave Kerak. But where should I hide? Don't let the Brotherhood of Warlocks contact you?"

She walked around the witcher in high-heeled leather shoes, gracefully like a cat.

Nails painted with purple paint lightly slid across his chest and back.

The witcher shivered with an itch.

The sorceress continued,

"I don't want to degenerate into a rural herbal doctor, living next door to snakes, rats, rats and ants...But where else can the work be easy and the salary as good as the royal consultant..."

"Not to mention how much the salary has increased, at least it can't be reduced too much, right? Otherwise, I can't maintain a decent life now."

"At that time, I will no longer be able to buy the latest and most fashionable clothes at will, which is a nightmare for a woman."

You have enough clothes, but you wear too little.

Roy said something in his heart, and gently grabbed her arm, making her stop the dizzy circling.

"According to me, Coral, go to Nuocheng Grey. The Brotherhood of Demon Hunters has been established, and my eight brothers and I are determined to grow stronger! We are short of manpower, especially spellcasters."

"You can cooperate with us to research and improve the mutation formula of the Grass Trial, and become the resident mage of the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters."

"If I remember correctly, these projects are exactly what you are interested in!"

The sorceress thought for a while after hearing the words, "The Brotherhood of the Witcher, refer to the Brotherhood of the Witcher? Do you want to unite and develop the power of the Witcher?"

"That's right..." Roy held her hand forcefully, with a resonant voice, "Coral, you know the situation of the witcher. I don't want to bear the unwarranted infamy and the spat of those idiots at the last moment of my life." !"

"So we went to Kaer Morhen, recruited the wolf faction, united with the cat faction, and established the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters together to develop our own power. Sooner or later, we will use our strength to shut up those bastards! Of course, for Let the group of demon hunters continue!"

"When you study the formula, you should also know that the high death rate of the grass trial is an insurmountable moat..." Roy stared into his bright eyes and said sincerely, "We urgently need the assistance of a spellcaster, a warlock worthy of absolute trust. "

I have to say, the feeling of being trusted is very heartwarming.

The corners of Rita Nieder's mouth were slightly curved, and her mood quietly became cheerful.

"And we won't let you spend your hard work and sweat in vain..." Roy paused. It seemed a bit embarrassing to raise the reward at this time, but otherwise, why would he win over a spellcaster. "You are absolutely satisfied with the remuneration... How about a thousand crowns a month?"

This expenditure can also be supported by the current income.

Rita Needle moved closer to him again.

"Satisfy me? Little villain, you should know that women are often very greedy... Appetite is like a bottomless pit."

A tall and plump female sorceress, her gaze is a little higher than that of a witcher.

The witcher's gaze was drawn to her petal-soft lips and pointed chin.

"I swear on... er... Roy's name! Do you believe me?"

Hearing the sound, the blue eyes looked up and down the slender figure of the witcher, as if getting to know him again.

"Little villain, to be honest, the group of stubborn old-school demon hunters you and I have come into contact with are different... You are full of action."

"However, this is the main purpose of your night visit tonight, to win me over to cooperate with the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters."

"If you agree, everyone is happy, and it doesn't matter if you don't want to," Roy shook his head, and his words were sincere and firm, "But please, don't go to Suodeng Mountain, I won't let you die in vain!"

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