God-level Demon Hunter

At the same time, he outlined with his right hand, propping up a dazzling golden oval shield.

Not only protected him, but also just rightly protected the followers behind him.

Immediately afterwards, the bodies of the two men were all invisible and disappeared into the air. The soldiers along the way lost their target and turned their attention to the deadly enemy.

Geron followed him for several miles, crossing the battle line.

Leaving the Manada Valley, rushed into a birch forest that was not affected by the war.

……

Finally, when all traces of the war are completely gone.

The cloaked man stopped and turned.

Geron stood three meters in front of him.

The crooked body was covered with blood, trembling fingers were clenched into fists hanging down the waist, and the withered cheeks were full of anticipation and tension.

"Teacher Elan?"

"Jeron... My child, we haven't seen each other for more than 140 years, right?" The magnetic male voice sighed deeply, and the cloaked man lifted his hood with both hands, revealing a face that Geron was familiar with in the depths of his soul——

A man in his mid-40s with a handsome face and a unique mohawk hairstyle. His straight hair crown is swaying in the wind. From the back of his head to the side of his right temple and on the skin of his side face, there is a lifelike, winged hair. Goshawk tattoo.

Beneath thick, slender eyebrows, a straight nose, and a short beard on the upper lip and chin.

The most impressive thing is his eyes, which are as vast as the sea, shining with the brilliance of knowledge and full of emotion.

It's not as agile as a puppet.

……

"Sure enough, you, you are still alive, you are here, we guessed right...haha!" Jie Long laughed exaggeratedly and excitedly, his feet suddenly felt weak, and he fell forward involuntarily.

The grand master of the Griffin School suddenly took a step forward, grabbed his arms, and supported him vigorously. His eyes that had experienced vicissitudes swept across his bloody face, and his expression became complicated.

"We've been looking for you for a long time, as well as Coen and Kelda..." Jieron's throat was filled with an uncontrollable sourness. He was obviously over 100 years old, but at this time he was like a child full of worries, and couldn't wait to confide Out of the words accumulated in the chest for hundreds of years,

"Where have you been for more than 100 years?" Jie Long looked up into his eyes, his face flickering with ferocity, "Which bastard kidnapped you!?"

After a short silence.

Elan shook his head, and gave an astonishing answer in a calm tone, "I used to be involuntary, and I warned you through meditation, but after a long time, until today, I am free. There is no People control me and imprison me."

Jieron's face was full of disbelief, and more doubts came to his mind. No one forced him or manipulated him... Then——

"But why don't you ever go back to the Kyle Siren?"

"Because my target is no longer in that magical land." Elan looked over his shoulder, looking at the sky outside the birch forest, where the orange sun hid in the clouds and began to slant to the west.

His voice was as distant as the setting sun.

"The power of the Witcher Academy is limited. In the face of our ideals and creeds, it is just a joke after all."

"A joke?" Geron shook his head. The Kyle Siren is full of the best memories in his life, and it is by no means a joke. "But the school cannot live without you, otherwise it will become a mess... So many years have passed, um... ...There are only two Griffins left, and the inheritance is almost cut off."

"Come back...continue to teach me and Cohen..." He raised his head and pleaded,

A trace of nostalgia flashed in Elan's vertical pupils, and soon disappeared and dimmed.

"Can not go back."

Hearing the words, Jielong's breath stagnated, and a feeling of emptiness and heartache filled with abandonment filled his body.

Then he shook his head bitterly,

"Even if you don't want to go back to Kelda, why didn't you contact me, or Kelda, Cohen after that meditation."

"My career takes up all my time and energy. Plus, I don't want to involve you guys."

"Your fate has been rough enough, you shouldn't have to bear more."

"What I said back then came from the bottom of my heart, don't look for it..." Elan said word by word, with a hint of regret in his tone, "Today, you shouldn't have come."

……

"You always bear the greatest danger alone, and you have never changed, so you don't want to hurt others, and you don't tell me anything." Jielong said firmly, but his voice became weak and his body shook, "But I am eager to understand Your career, your new purpose."

"My purpose never changes, only the means of achieving it. Think of it, boy, the first lesson I taught you."

"The spirit of Griffin? The noble virtues of knights, the ideal of saving the world... make the world a better place."

Geron thought,

"So you went to countless battlefields for this purpose? You were the one who appeared in Heinkavehe, left a dog tag, opened the magic bottle, and carved that mural, right?"

"Yes, it's us." Elan admitted decisively, but that was all.

……

"I'll help you!" Geron begged.

Elan remained silent noncommittally.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Jielong's eyes, his strength began to drain rapidly, and his mind became dull, "I have performed too badly in the past, so I am not qualified to participate in your career?"

He suddenly began to recall the past softly to himself,

"That's right, after leaving school for only a dozen years, I was so innocent and stupid that I was tricked by my father and put into prison..."

"After suffering for a long time, I finally saw the light of day again, but I fell into confusion..."

He held Elan's hand tightly with both hands, so tight, as if he was afraid that if he let go, the other party would suddenly disappear, and pressed his forehead against the back of Elan's hand, muttering repentantly,

"I'm not firm enough, I gave up the ardent ideals of the Griffin, and wasted my time like a waste for decades." He whispered, with blood gushing from the corner of his mouth.

"I have failed your childhood teachings! I have completely abandoned the spirit and virtues of chivalry."

Elan just listened quietly, looking at his remorseful expression, his eyes became softer.

"No." He pinched the shiny griffin pendant around Geron's neck, "You just need time to heal your wounds, but fate is too mean to you."

Jie Long choked up a few times, and all the turbulent negative emotions disappeared.He leaned forward gently and hugged Elan, just like the day when he first arrived in Kyle Siren and was warmly welcomed by his brothers more than 100 years ago.

He was talking indistinctly in a sleepy manner, his tone weak like a candle that was about to be blown away by the wind.

"I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I still can't figure it out...Why do I do so many good deeds in the past, but bad luck frequently befalls me?"

"What is the meaning of the spirit of the griffin?"

"If there is justice in this world, why are the consequences of doing good and doing evil reversed?"

Elan listened quietly, without making a sound, another cloaked man as tall as a mountain appeared behind Geron.

Elaine shook her head at him,

"It's still because I did something wrong, God wants to punish me like this." Jieron leaned close to his ear and said, his voice was slightly faint, and his pupils began to dilate.

"please tell me."

……

"Geron, you are a well-deserved Griffin Demon Hunter."

Elan's eyes penetrated the entire forest, looking towards the Manada Valley in the distance, and bloodshot eyes appeared in his pupils.

He seemed to see the bloody humans on the battlefield.

His gaze wandered further.

The unforgettable scene of a lifetime reappeared in front of my eyes again - the magnificent home under the snow, and the tombstones of more than 60 compatriots.

The ignorant, ugly, and greedy faces of mages, churches, and peasants.

"It's not your fault..."

"It's not your fault..."

After getting the answer, tears welled up in Jielong Molu's eyes, and a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The smile froze in an instant, and the indigo pupils completely dilated and lost their spirit.

He leaned on the teacher's shoulder and stopped breathing.

……

Elan hugged the corpse riddled with countless crossbow bolts and riddled with holes.

A drop of tear slid down the vicissitudes of the cheek.

He put the body down and raised his palm under the cloak.

A blood-red, irregularly shaped shard the size of half a palm lay there. A gust of wind blew by, and a puff of black smoke from Geron's body poured into the shard.

"Let's go, Geron, let's realize our ideal together."

He casually opened a portal, and the burly and majestic man stepped into it behind him, and the two figures disappeared into the air.

Chapter 28 Already Owned Without Knowing It

The orange light cluster in the sky was falling towards the west side of the Manada Valley, the light dimmed, and the temperature dropped rapidly.

The earth was devastated, and the blood flowed horizontally, dyeing the sunset red.

The Vizima infantry on the left failed to persist to the end. Although they were fearless and stubbornly resisted, they still ushered in the end before the absolute difference in numbers!

There was a gap in the shield wall, but no one came to fill it.

A dense crowd of black-clothed riders drove straight through the gap, surrounded the battered infantry, rode their horses and swung their swords, slaughtering mercilessly.

One by one the infantrymen wailed and died.

Black armored cavalry continued to chase the lonely and helpless soldiers on the hillside.

But most of them went around to the rear, trying to surround the Sintra infantry division in the center of the battlefield.

There, the sound of the high-pitched horns had already faded away, and the main force of Cintra was exhausted and out of ammunition and food.

But Nilfgaard's Black Armors have a steady stream of support.

……

Triss Merigold watched helplessly as the crossbowmen around her fell one by one, and the corpses of their companions piled up under their feet.

She was in a state of embarrassment, blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, a bruise appeared on her beautiful cheek, her body began to tremble uncontrollably, and her close-fitting clothing and lush red hair were wet with sweat.

The only two remaining crossbowmen took her, stepped on the wet ground, and fled to the king's line in a panic.

Suddenly, a group of black-armored knights appeared from behind the army formation, with grinning grins on their faces, eyes as cruel as those of a predatory hyena, grazing the smooth and delicate skin under her torn clothes.

Suddenly turned around and came chasing after her,

"Whizzing--"

The backs of the two crossbowmen who were dragging her were bleeding, and they fell face to face with a muffled groan.

"Zi——" Triss clenched her silver teeth, turned around, and flipped the arc from one hand to the other, releasing a bolt of lightning.

The horses were electrocuted and trembled, and the rider who bore the brunt was slammed to the ground.

The remaining three knights rushed over from behind him.

She sketched with both hands again, but she let out a wail, fell back limp, and spit out a trace of blood from the corner of her mouth.

Magic Backlash!

After a great battle and continuous release of magic, she was finally mentally exhausted and could no longer tame the magic power!

He could barely support his body with his elbows, and closed his eyes nervously and fearfully in the gust of wind.

"Puff, puff, puff..." for three full seconds.

The expected severe pain never came.

As soon as she opened her eyes - at some point, the two knights charging towards her were cut into two halves including man and horse. But he knew how sharp the blade that caused this wound was.

A shabby figure with tattered clothes suddenly jumped up, threw the third knight off his horse, and took his place.

With the five fingers of his left hand, he outlined a triangular charm towards the pair of dark eyes below him.

The restless horse immediately calmed down, licked his palm, and its posture became extremely docile.

"Demon hunter? How did he appear on the battlefield?"

Triss recognized the Axii seal cast by the other party at a glance, and was puzzled.