God-level Demon Hunter

The ubiquitous oppression of the elders is wasting my life!

Now, my life finally has meaning!

I decided to change places every month.

I want to eat all over the North!

……

April 1262

Wow, the mighty capital of Temeria is not as prosperous as a remote province in the south.

I have a clear prediction of the outcome of future wars.

This also creates a huge problem, when the whole of the north becomes the land of Nilfgaard.

Will that adult control me again?

Out of this consideration, I acted more and more recklessly.

I found out that Vizima actually lived with a fellow, a beautiful female beast, whose life was worse than that of a dog.

Older than me.

I can't afford it.

After my last meal, I leave Vizima...

Great Hades, bless me with a miraculous meal at last!

……

After reading the diary, the witcher and the sorceress couldn't help but look at each other.

"Is there any mistake, a high-level vampire, who can't get along in the south, joins the army and comes to the north?"

"Is this Grufffeld a comedian?"

Roy shook his head and complained in his heart, and noticed an important point in the diary.

There is no doubt that the adult who lives in Vicovalo and restricts Grufid's behavior is the shadow elder in the south.

I don't know who is stronger than the one in Toussaint Cave.

Sooner or later he was going to meet these two old guys.

He secretly paid attention.

Triss recovered from her contemplation. The experience of the royal advisor made her keenly aware that the point of the diary was not the vampire's complaints. secret."

But the sorceress had no idea that the emperor of Nilfgaard had ambitions far beyond that of Sintra.

According to the description in the diary, he wanted to take the entire northern territory into his pocket!

"In this diary alone, the two major armies in the south are involved: the Central Army and the Third Army. It seems that it is far more than that..."

"It is conservatively estimated that there are tens of thousands of soldiers... This is beyond the original forecast of His Majesty Foltest..."

The female sorcerer's face became a little ugly, and her right hand couldn't help pinching a strand of hair on the side of her face, "Can Cintra hold it?"

Roy observed her expression,

"Are you going to tell Foltest the news, Triss?"

The sorceress hesitated, and perhaps it was better to leave it to Kayla Lady Ready to win the king's favor.

Seeing this, Roy simply threw the diary over,

Triss held the diary in her arms, showing surprise on her face. She couldn't understand why the other party gave such a big gift so lightly.

"I'm a witcher, and this thing is useless to me, but no matter how you plan to use it, please hide my existence."

Roy wanted to do an experiment, whether Princess Adda plus the advice of the royal advisor could make Foltest, the stubborn king, change his mind and send troops to rescue Sintra before the catastrophe.

Can Sintra last for a while, and even change history.

While the odds are slim, there's nothing to lose by trying.

Triss pursed her lips, pinched the heart-shaped talisman around her neck with her left hand, looked the witcher up and down with her blue eyes, and suddenly said emotionally, "You saved my life and gave me another big gift, I, How can I thank you?"

"Have you decided yet?"

……

Roy smiled happily. Now that he has basic trust, the time is ripe.

Chapter 24 Conventions

The bright moon hangs high.

The cold night wind passed through the cave tunnel full of fluorescent mushrooms, and poured into the hall. Triss hugged her shoulders in an unbearable chill and shivered.

The witcher reached out, and magically took out a black blanket, and naturally covered her with the blanket, smiling at her.

How considerate... In the cognition of female sorceresses, it is usually a group of men who dress gorgeously, speak elegantly, call themselves nobles, and are actually full of hormones, but a witcher covered in blood does this.

This was a new tenderness that she had never experienced before.

A warm feeling flowed all over her body, and Triss' eyes were like water waves, rippling.

"Ms. Triss, it sounds unbelievable, but my appearance in this cave today is not a coincidence." Roy said seriously, "Have you heard of the mutation of the witcher? After the mutation, the abilities obtained are very different , and I gained a kind of ability to predict the future..."

"I had a premonition of the hiding place of the high-level vampire, and I predicted that I would save a very important person... so I rushed over without any risk, and killed that thing with a sneak attack. But I didn't expect that the rescued Man is such a beautiful lady," he complimented.

"You foresee all this?" Triss looked straight into his eyes, pursed her lips, expressing obvious doubts, "Are you sure you're not an astrologer, but a demon hunter?"

She grinned, "You're quite humorous."

"What did I say at the beginning? All of this is guided by fate. Fate brought me to this cave. It seems that you don't believe it?" Roy observed her expression.

"Fate heard my prayer and sent you to save me."

"You mean it's all predestined?"

She said softly and lowered her head.

Him, is he confessing?

"Forgive me now, as a proof, I want to demonstrate how to see your fate clearly through the fog." Roy suddenly stepped forward, grabbed her soft little hand, held it in his palm, and closed it Eye.

Sitting on the stone table, Triss tensed her body, tightly coiled her hair with one hand, her cheeks were as red as cooked shrimps, but she felt joy in her heart.

Then surprise.

She felt the flickering magical aura, the chaotic energy in the air began to stir, and the witcher seemed to be casting some kind of unique spell.

Outside the cave, Goerfin, who was prostrate on a big camphor tree, suddenly felt a magical power coming from the master.

"Goo?"

no order?

It fell into a daze.

"Ma'am, you are allergic to magic elixir, right?" The witcher stopped the magic transmission, with an expression like a doctor diagnosing a disease.

"How do you know?" She was startled, as if she woke up from a dream, and she no longer cared about being shy.

She was absolutely sure that only the Arethusa magic teacher who was in charge of teaching her, and her closest best friend would know about this sensitive matter!

How does a witcher know.

Didn't he talk nonsense?

"Ahem, this is what I have analyzed through your future encounter - you are lying in a carriage, surrounded by dwarves, humans, and a little girl with mouse-gray hair. You are sick, take the talisman It was left somewhere else, unable to use the elixir...almost didn't make it through..." He grabbed the sorceress' little hand even harder, as if trying to rub it into his body.

"I also saw other pictures."

The sorceress looked at the witcher flickeringly with her cornflower-like eyes.

"Triss...you will join our organization in the future..." Roy raised his voice, showing a warm smile, as if welcoming an old friend, "You will work with me in Nordic City... yes , that’s it, you are an excellent research specialist in our organization.”

"Organization, what organization?"

"The Brotherhood of Demon Hunters, an organization we created in Nordic City, is dedicated to improving the living conditions of demon hunters..."

Triss froze for a moment, what is the origin of this organization?

And a strangeness flashed under the demon hunter's confident expression.

That's the guilty conscience after lying...

At this moment, the dizzy brain of the sorceress regained consciousness for a short time, she saw through the smoke and pointed directly at the essence,

"So, the real purpose of your series of prophecies just now is to let me join the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters?" She pursed her red lips, and her blue eyes looked straight into the depths of his heart, making him unable to hide , she held the demon hunter's hand instead, with a little nervousness, "Roy, is this the life-saving reward you asked for?"

"It's not just a reward, it's also your destiny." Roy admitted bluntly, with a calm and powerful voice, as if he was telling a fact that had already happened.

Triss took a deep breath, with a hesitant expression.

She had sworn the day she joined the Warlock Brotherhood not to be a double-loyal spy.

She would never rashly join this unclear organization before clarifying the position of the Brotherhood.

The flickering eyes of the sorceress made the witcher sigh in his heart, and he had to add fire.

Roy closed his eyes again, groped up her palm along the back of her hand, and said slowly, "Your fate has branched..."

"If you don't go to Nuocheng, then you will encounter a huge crisis... and be involved in a fierce war."

The sorceress' heart skipped a beat,

"A bloody battle between the northern kingdoms and Nilfgaard..." He continued vaguely, "Your fate is blurred, you may die, you may be severely injured...bodily and spiritually, for a long time There is no cure."

"War between the Northern Kingdoms and Nilfgaard?"

In the past, Triss would only treat these words as nonsense, but she just read the diary of the high-ranking vampire.

She saw the huge military strength of Nilfgaard described by the other party, which also revealed the great ambitions of the Southern Empire.

If Cintra loses to Nilfgaard, the empire continues its northern expedition.

She could even imagine it.

When the army passed Mount Sodon, the vital pass connecting the north and the north of the Yaruga River, Lyria and the land where Livia meets Temeria.There is indeed the possibility of an unprecedented and tragic battle breaking out.

……

After sorting out her thoughts, the sorceress suddenly fell into a tangle.

If what the other party said was true, she couldn't join the Brotherhood of Witchers to escape the war.

Just like this time she foolishly intervened in the monster hunt.

She will continue to join the just war against the invaders!

……

"Roy, if the south invades the north, will your organization help the people defend against foreign enemies?" She stared into his eyes with an extremely solemn expression.

"I can't decide, I have to consult the opinions of all members," Roy regretted in his heart, he didn't want to lie about this, "but for hundreds of years, people have been fighting and killing, and most demon hunters strictly abide by the principle of neutrality." Do not intervene, do you understand?"

The sorceress hung her head and fell silent.

"Maybe, we will help the victims of the war." The demon hunter added, "War means death, corpses, corruption, plague..."

"And those orphans and widows, those homeless children... unattended, will attract monsters..."

"The Witcher Brotherhood is doing everything in its power to balance it all and mend the damage war has done to the world."

Or will you not directly intervene in the war?

……

"So thank you for your life-saving grace and reminder," Triss Merigold looked at him, and the strangely excited emotions in her body gradually receded.

There was a hint of disappointment and guilt in her blue eyes, "But I'm sorry... I can't join the Witcher Brotherhood... I have to stay in Vizima."

She rejected him, she couldn't bear it, but her voice was stubborn,

"I entered the council of King Foltest in Temeria, and worked with Keira Metz and Fekat. One of the main tasks was to discuss how to prevent war from breaking out, and how to defend ourselves when war did come. War has always been Hovering above our heads like vultures, and this diary of a high-ranking vampire proves that the situation is imminent."

"For the Witcher Brotherhood, after the war there is an act of kindness, an adventure."

"But for me, the war itself is a game of survival. As a royal advisor and a member of the Brotherhood of Warlocks, I participated in this game of chess. I can only play to the end."