God-level Demon Hunter

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"I would like to admit defeat," Lei Suo said, "but remember, there are so many brothers in the orphanage, and those children, Ms. Rita are all waiting for you... Life is the priority."

"Don't worry! Even if I can't beat you, running for my life is absolutely fine! Don't forget that I have other abilities." Roy glanced at everyone's eyes calmly and sincerely, focusing on the sorceress, full of apology.

Hearing this, the latter flashed before his eyes the strange situation that he was at the end of the green grass trial, his body glowed with golden light, and all his injuries disappeared.

Pursing her red lips, the worry in her heart was slightly dispelled.

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"There is still some time before the war, you have to be fully prepared." Kalkstein looked at Roy and Geron, and suddenly interrupted, "If you two need it, I plan to refine a few life-saving items from now on And alchemy devices for attacking, such as the cloak of silence, amulets, and more powerful explosives, but you have to pay for it yourself."

"I'll help you." Rita Needle gave Roy a bitter look, "I don't want to become single inexplicably."

"Then I'll take care of you both..." Geralt responded on his behalf.

"Money is not a problem, the stronger the effect, the better." Serritt added while holding back the pain.

"Brothers, actually... this is a challenge from the Griffin faction..." Cohen said unwillingly, looking around at his companions who had accepted their fate.

Immediately glared at by the crowd,

"Do you still think we are brothers?" Lambert put his arms around his shoulders and made a threatening look, "Or do you want to make gestures with Roy?"

"I...I..." He lowered his head, his face flushed.

"Come on, come on, don't dawdle like a woman!"

"That's it! Now let's talk about something else!"

Roy took out the dog tag and the brass cover with the cross and nine-pointed star painted on it, and asked the two mages.

got the answer.

"Aha, this kind of dog tag..." The alchemist rubbed the cold and hard metal shell, and his eyes flashed with a daze. "It reminds me of some old guys in the Warlock Brotherhood who do special research."

"They are good at creating all kinds of unnatural monsters-constructs, bio-stitching, mutants... But that was more than 200 years ago, and now this kind of behavior is considered taboo, and they gradually disappeared, maybe turned into a bunch of skeletons Maybe hiding in a hidden corner of the world."

"You guys are lucky, and you just met one in Heinkavehe."

"So we guessed right, that myriad is a 'watchdog'." Geron asked nervously. "Do you know those researchers?"

"Sorry, the research directions are different. I only have a little impression of a few, Ortoran, Biluta, Talvix, Italan... But it is only limited to the name."

The female sorceress on the other side frowned slightly. She had never heard of these names, so these people hadn't appeared in the Warlock Brotherhood for at least 100 years.

"When this year is over, I will get back in touch with the fraternity, and I will ask for you." Coral said.

Everyone looked at each other, that's all they could do.

"Second question, there is only one master in the world who has the ability to seal Di Jing." A hint of admiration flashed in Shan Shan's eyes, "The first batch of northerners who mastered the magic of the ancient race, who used to be from Novigrad A member of the Alliance, one of the founders of the Warlock Brotherhood, Geoffrey Monk!"

"He was famous for his penchant for capturing dijin. He imprisoned these spirits in bottles and extracted three wishes from each of them. He could use the power of dijin to cast magical whirlwinds and magical storms, and even fly. "

"Furthermore, as you can see, he carved a seal of 'a broken cross and nine-pointed star' on each bottle."

Everyone's eyes were fixed, and the spellcaster with amazing magic skills was entirely possible to control the Grand Master of the Demon Hunter. Could it be that he was the mysterious man?

Then Coral’s last words made their hearts feel cold.

"But it's a pity that Di Jing can't make people live forever... Geoffrey has passed away for more than 100 years. The magic bottles you see are all hidden in various parts of the world and excavated by others."

"He also left a word in a wicked way-do you want my treasure? I can give you all you want, go find it, everything in this world is there!"

"I remember that this master seems to have left a magic bottle 'treasure map' in the internal library of the Warlock Brotherhood." Coral added,

People just got interested,

She changed her voice again,

"But it was stolen by an unknown guy with ulterior motives."

"No one has a backup?"

"As far as I know, no."

"Okay then! The two clues of the dog tag and the wishing bottle are temporarily interrupted..." Roy took a deep breath, "At present, the hope of finding Elan is only in the battlefield!"

Chapter 23 Mistaking the reflection in the lake for the sky full of stars

On a cloudy morning, there was a strong humidity in the air.

Outside the city of Sintra, the wilderness stretches as far as the eye can see.

The two rulers, a group of officials of the royal council, and the sorceress accompanying the army are watching the ceremony.

"Your Majesty East, Your Majesty Calanthe, the warriors of Cintra have assembled." An old man with white hair, a blue armor, and a straight back said, "A total of more than 1 soldiers have been summoned. , nine thousand of Cintra's brothers, and three thousand of Vizima's forces under Ser John Tanaris."

There was a dark scene in front of everyone. The soldiers of Sintra and Temeria's army were lined up on both sides of the mail armor with the coat of arms of the three lions on the blue background. The armor was shiny and they carried various weapons, long swords, and chains. Flails, shields, crossbows, weapons clashing against armor made a resonant sound.

2000 people rode on horses, and their eyes were like torches under their helmets.

The chilling atmosphere made the horse snort and poke its hooves uncomfortably.

Drums and bagpipes echoed around, singing pre-war songs.

"As long as you give an order, the army will immediately go to Manada Valley and dig fortifications."

"In addition, the fuel and materials have arrived at the garrison station in Illenwald Forest, and the brothers there are ready to die for the country."

"As soon as Nilfgaard crosses the Amer Pass, we shall have news at once."

East stroked his beard with his muscular hands, and took a step forward,

As soon as he raised his hand, the noisy army suddenly fell silent. The sound of drums and bagpipes, and the sound of weapons colliding with armor all disappeared, and the surrounding was terrifyingly quiet.

East's eyes swept across the black soldiers calmly, which seemed to contain a turbulent and powerful force like a volcanic eruption.

"Brothers of Sintra, I believe everyone is aware of today's purpose. The Nilfgaardians in the south have been committing unjust aggression and atrocities for a long time. Beginning in 1239, they occupied Ebin, and then they have been attacking the heart of Sintra. Keep coveting."

"Now they are stationed in Mount Amer, and they may invade our homes at any time, occupy our land, burn down our houses, kill our relatives, steal our wealth, and spoil our women."

"Son of Cintra, let me just ask, are we going to sit and wait?"

"Fuck his son of a bitch!"

"Drive the Nilfgaardians back home!"

"Kill all the southern barbarians!"

The army was crowded with people, and the mountains roared and the sea tsunami.

Shouts like a tidal wave spread in all directions, as if a small earthquake had erupted across the plain.

"Today, everyone who is about to go to Manada is a national hero!" East's tone sank, with unspeakable heaviness,

"I don't want to deceive you. The number of Nilfgaardians is twice that of Sintra, and they are well-equipped and strong. Once you fight with them, injuries, bloodshed, and sacrifice are inevitable." East said slightly choked up, "This means that a considerable number of our brothers will never see their relatives again."

"But because of this, we have to throw away our weapons and kowtow to the invaders?"

"There are no cowards in Sintra, only soldiers who died in battle!" Beside East, Vesselkid raised his arms and shouted, his white hair and beard trembling, "Never surrender!"

"Fight! Fight!" The soldiers stomped their weapons on the ground. Their faces, which were green or rough by the sea wind, were flushed with anger, and their eyes were wide open as if they were about to breathe fire.

"Dry blood!"

"Victory or death!"

East echoed hoarsely, shaking his fist,

"As long as Nilfgaard dares to come, we will fight it!"

"The people of Nilfgaard are fighting for evil ambitions, but we are the teachers of justice and the guardians of the homeland. We have a firmer belief, the blessing of the goddess Freya, and the blessing of the sea!"

"Even if we sacrifice our lives, we swear to live and die with Sintra!"

"Justice shall prevail!"

"victory!"

"victory!"

East looked around the seething army formation, his heart was ups and downs, his fists clenched in front of his chest were bulging, and he couldn't help but nodded heavily.

Dressed in men's attire, the heroic and glamorous Calanthe took a deep breath, glanced at his soldiers and her husband, his face became resolute, and his emerald green eyes were frighteningly bright.

Beside her, Triss Merigold, who wore a blue and red hunting suit and had red hair tied back, was trembling uncontrollably.

"Wisekid, let everyone stay vigilant and set off immediately!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The white-haired old man took the order to retreat.

Another Mossak with a staff and a helmet with antlers and a bushy beard stepped forward,

"Your Majesty, King Bran has arranged for fifty warships, each with one hundred men from Skellige, who are not only sailors, but also brave warriors with one enemy against ten."

"Skellige's warship is running at full speed and will be in port in five days."

"And I have already invited several old friends from Skelli Jedruid's ring to take action to eliminate possible sea storms."

The royal family of Sintra immediately lifted their spirits.

Mossack nodded, paused,

"In addition, Evelyn I sent to Novigrad sent back news that the situation at Gawain House is consistent with what Roy and Geralt described."

"Orphans are well cared for there, education is free, there is no abuse or injustice."

"He is so generous even to a strange child who has no relatives and no reason, let alone his daughter of destiny."

East held Calanthe's hands, and his eyes met with tenderness, followed by a flash of determination.

The blood of Cintra must not be sullied by the South!

Before the war, they had arranged for their only relatives to escape, so that they would have no worries.This is also to preserve a seed for Cintra. If the war is lost, there will be hope for a comeback in the future!

Calanthe rubbed her belly regretfully again. She and East had tried many times, but several months passed, and there was still no movement.

As if this is - fate!

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On the cliffside of a stone lake somewhere in Ebbing.

An owl flutters across a field of haunted shipwrecks and into a window in a castle's mottled ramparts.

"Plop..." In the gorgeous light and a burst of pale smoke, the owl turned into a graceful figure——

A girl in a red velvet dress appeared in the hall with a face covered by a layer of ever-changing colored light, and the dress rustled as she walked.

Tall columns support the vault, and from the ceiling hang huge chandeliers that look like giant spiders.

Lydia van Braidwater saw who was waiting for her,

"Lydia, come closer," a burly, handsome and dignified man in a knight-style jacket sat on a throne-like chair and smiled at her softly, as if he didn't dislike her strange appearance at all. .

"Tell me, what are the gains from this interesting and exciting journey?" He looked into the woman's eyes, and his voice was as sincere and sincere as ever, which fascinated Lydia.

It's a pity that there was no love in it that she expected.

Lydia moved her lips, but there was no sound. Her throat, like her shattered jaw, had been destroyed and mutated in that terrible experiment. Only the magic power wave transmitted her voice.

The man closes his eyes and listens for a moment.

"Ester of Sintra inherited the fickleness of the sea?" He raised his eyebrows,

"According to his previous performance, it is impossible to suddenly let go of his dignity. Now he is chasing spies in the city, and he is going to Vizima to ask for help in person? This is completely different from his previous personality."

"What made him aware of the threat from the South?" His soliloquies hadn't ended yet,

"Henselt, Demawi, and Vizimir II all stayed at home and watched with nothing, but Foltest wanted to support. What's the stimulus?"

He rubbed his chin, lost in thought.

"The barracks in Mag Tuga Heights is covered by magic from the Southern Mage. Even if he sends out scouts, the information he sees is limited."

"The 2-strong Nilfgaardian army will not make the king of Temeria so afraid. Who is influencing his judgment?"

"At this juncture, 3000 people were suddenly sent to support uncharacteristically,"

Lydia's lips moved again,

"That means misfortunes never come singly... Skelly's fifty warships are ready to go, and they can cross the sea at any time?"