God-level Demon Hunter

And a pair of emerald green eyes shone with surprise and gratitude. She never thought that this young witcher would be so powerful!Solve all the chasers alone.

"Your Majesties, Marshal Vesekid." Triss poked out half of her face from behind the demon hunter's shoulder, "Master Roy saved my life."

So this demon hunter saved the lives of four people on his side, and killed so many Nilfgaardian dogs!

Out of anger for her!

Calanthe's lips moved, and he wanted to promise some more rewards, but now that Sintra was in danger, it would be extremely ridiculous to talk about any rewards.

Can only be hesitant to speak.

And Roy seemed to see what she was thinking, and a smile appeared on his bloody cheeks, "I'm only doing it for Ciri, and believe it or not, I'm entering the battlefield, and I have other important things..."

"I didn't want to interfere in this war, and I have no power to interfere." He pulled the rein and changed the subject.

"Several, one day you should return to Sintra City. I will send it here, and I have to go back."

Geron's whereabouts are still unknown.

"You want to go back?" Triss suddenly raised her head from behind him, her blue eyes filled with worry and anxiety.

"I must go back. But I will be careful, the soldiers of Nilfgaard cannot keep me."

The sorceress lowered her head in silence.

"Don't worry, demon hunters abide by the principle of neutrality. You shouldn't be involved in this battle." East pulled the rein lightly, and the wind blew his straw-like messy hair and beard. Unknowingly stooped down, looking extremely depressed, this battle, "But you intervened and saved our lives. I owe you a favor, this is God's will."

Four horses ran into a wood.

He sighed, "How should I repay you."

"Tell me, if you drag it on, you won't have a chance."

Roy shook his head, just about to refuse.

Suddenly, an indescribable feeling came to my heart.

He is almost out of control, he blurts out.

"I want one..."

A trace of surprise flashed in Triss's cornflower-colored eyes, and she felt a slight but timeless magic power surging in the air.

"Things you already have and don't know about."

After Roy finished speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief, as if something was controlling him just now.

And the four horses were silent.

Calanthe's face was pale, and the sad past came back to her mind. Her green eyes were wide open, and her face was distorted, both sad and angry.

"No, it's impossible! Don't raise the law with me, demon hunter, I have already agreed to let you take Ciri away, how dare you? How dare you?!"

"Calanthe, don't worry, have you forgotten, we failed." East shook his head, still calm, "Master Roy is disappointed, we don't have children, she only checked it a month ago."

"I just said it casually. I didn't expect to take away another accidental child." Roy shook his head regretfully, but when he looked at the queen of Cintra, his eyes suddenly focused!

Calanthe

Age: 45

Life: 50 (pregnant)

……

Roy was in a trance, and the illusion reappeared in front of his eyes——

A petite little girl with black hair and green pupils like a virgin forest

She looked at Roy, who seemed to be giggling happily, and held out her hand to him.

"Your Majesty Calanthe, I suggest you visit the priest of Goddess Freya after you go back..."

"Are you kidding me? When did the witcher understand such a thing? You just took a look!" Easter blew his beard and stared, and squeezed the rein with a serious expression.

"Whether you two believe it or not, this is fate, I have to congratulate you."

The king and queen looked at each other. At this moment, joy, shock, discomfort, and sourness came to my heart...the expression became extremely wonderful.

Chapter 29 Reinforcements

Dots of stars outline a silver ribbon in the dark night sky, and the faint light covers the lifeless Manada Valley full of corpses and a forest in the west.

Roy stared silently at the corpse that was pierced by arrows into a hedgehog and eaten by wild beasts, and sighed.

Right in the air in front of his eyes, the prismatic crystals projected bright light, interweaving a changing blue light curtain.

A dozen faces emerged in it, Leto, Vesemir, Coral...

There was a long, difficult silence.

"Damn it!"

"Jieron was shot to death by a crossbow arrow?" An unbelievable voice full of grief rang out, "How is it possible? Didn't we give him an acorn, why didn't we use it to save his life?"

Cohen looked sad, lowered his head and muttered to himself.

"He didn't contact me the whole time..." Roy shook his head and sighed, "He seemed to do it on purpose, maybe he didn't want to involve me."

Jielong's temper is well known to everyone, and he has always regarded himself as an outsider.

"Guys, my condolences..." Vesemir said, a look of sadness appeared on his vicissitudes of face, "It is the fate of a witcher to die in battle."

"Besides, don't you realize it at all, Jieron has already made preparations, and he has long been determined to die."

"Being tortured by fate for more than 100 years, maybe I'm tired."

There was a strangely long silence on either side of the telescope.

Everyone's expressions became visibly depressed.

It hasn't been long since Jielong came to Gawain's House, and his relationship with them is not too deep, but this is the first time that the Brotherhood has died in battle.

An extremely bad start, people can't help but have an ominous premonition.

"If I had known today, I shouldn't have let him go to Manada." Serrit shook his head, "But why did the corpse appear several kilometers away from the battlefield?"

"I understand what you mean, but the cause of death is that the crossbow arrows penetrated the internal organs, there are no traces of magic, or cutting wounds from extraordinary sharp weapons. The murderer is undoubtedly a soldier. And his expression is very calm and serene." Roy observed Geron Pale cheeks, the stiffness of his face made his facial muscles begin to relax, but a relieved smile could still be seen at the corner of his mouth.

"According to what you said, there is only one possibility..." Lei Suo said in a deep voice, "He saw Elan."

Everyone couldn't help but cheer up, and a faint sense of relief rose in their hearts.

I have been following in the teacher's footsteps all my life, did I finally get my wish before I died?

"Anyway, Geron is a member of the Brotherhood, he can't just die like this." Lambert clenched his fists, breathing heavily,

"You mean we're going to settle accounts with the Nilfgaardians?" Oakes raised his eyebrows.

"The sword has no eyes in the battlefield, who knows whether he died under the arrow of the man in black or the soldiers of Cintra?" Serrit shook his head, "Once it gets involved, you must be mentally prepared to die in battle. This is The price of violating principles.”

"Then at least find out what happened before he died!" Lambert's pupils flashed coldly, and he said unwillingly, "Now that the war in Manada is over, let's go to Sintra City together and arrest Elan !"

"Why do you let your students expose their corpses to the wilderness like this? What did Jielong say before he died? He obviously has a life-saving medicine, but he doesn't use it?"

"No!" Two opposing voices sounded at the same time, from Roy and Coral.

"I have an ominous premonition, and it's safest for me to act alone!" said the former.

"Your brain is finally cleared up. You still know the danger? You heard me clearly." Coral's blue eyes stared straight at Roy, and there was a flash of fire in them. "Find Geralt in Sintra City and bring Xi Here, get the hell out of here right away! Don't provoke that Elan again!"

"This is my ultimatum to you. If you don't listen..." Her tone was full of threats, showing a mouthful of white and small teeth, and her moist lips were shining with dangerous red, "You will bear the consequences!"

"I'm fine, and Geron's side..." Roy defended in a low voice,

"Look in the mirror!" Coral's towering chest rose and fell violently, her pretty face was covered with frost, and she roared in a very rare gaffe, "Who's head is about to swell into a pig's head? The clothes are so torn that they are not as good as beggars! Go on, let's go Follow in his footsteps!"

"Bring back Geron's body!" Coral stared at Roy, "Bury it in the Kyle Siren, and then this is the end of the matter!"

"As for Elan, wait for the Brotherhood to grow stronger before looking for him!"

"Ms. Rita is right..." Cohen took a deep breath, and although he was unwilling, he still said with flushed eyes, "Geron has died, and no one in the Brotherhood can have an accident."

"Contact Geralt..." Leto said in a deep voice, "Bring him and Ciri back."

Roy was silent for a long time, sighed heavily, and a gleam flashed in his eyes when he lowered his face,

"I understand."

With a wave of his hand, Jielong's body was brought into the space.

"Then bring Ciri back."

No, add a few more people

he said in his heart.

……

sintra.

Everything is quiet, and there is no one on the dark street. At this time in the past, most citizens have fallen into a deep sleep.

But today, there are lights flickering in the windows of almost every house.

At the towering gate of the city, dense torches illuminate the vicinity like daylight. On the battlements and below the city gate, there are hundreds of guards, one post at five steps and one sentry at ten steps. The security is extremely strict.

Before this battle that affects the fate of the country, some citizens of Sintra who were terrified by fear fled their homes!

But more stayed.

Sintra people have sea water flowing in their veins, and they are full of rebelliousness in their bones.

They do not allow outsiders to occupy their homes!

I would rather die than follow!

And just north of the sentry post, in the castle on the edge of the lonely cliff on the coast.

A room full of dolls and bookshelves.

The little girl in a lace princess dress and stockings was squatting in the corner, with her arms around her knees, her face buried in it, shivering like a little quail.

"Didn't Your Highness always want to visit Novigrad?" Collier, wearing a maid's apron, carefully comforted her with a flattering smile, "Master Geralt will be your guide, and the queen and king also agree. Why don't you want to?"

"Your Highness, you should give me a letter, don't make the master wait forever! If you keep procrastinating like this, His Majesty Calanthe will have to wash his belt again when he comes back!"

However, the threats that have been tried and tested on weekdays have no effect today.

Ciri remained indifferent, her shoulders and silver hair tightly tied in hairpins trembled slightly, and a faint sniffling sound came from her nose.

The maid anxiously glanced at the gray-haired middle-aged man next to her.

The latter shook his head helplessly.

Everything was going well, and Ciri happily agreed to the invitation, saying that she would go to Novigrad with her after lunch.

However, only one noon passed.

She suddenly changed her mind.

Squatting in the corner without saying a word, neither eating nor drinking.

Geralt wanted to take her away by force, but the occasional sadness and despair on her innocent and childish face softened her heart.

All afternoon, he has been engaged in the business he is least good at and hates most in his life-coaxing children.

"Little singer, if you cry any more, your beautiful singing voice will almost go dumb. How can you perform for the children of Gawain House? There are fifty children waiting for you to come and play games with you, such as skipping rope and hide-and-seek. ... both boys and girls." Geralt's deep voice was a little seductive,

"If you like, there are more than a dozen demon hunter teachers for you to choose from to help you kill water ghosts, evil ghosts, and even dragons."

"There is also a beautiful sorceress who will teach you wonderful magic tricks."

"Much more fun than staying in this tiny house and learning how to be a lady!"

"Roy is there too, you don't want to see him?"

"Roy?" Hearing this name, Ciri seemed to be touched by a certain nerve, and cried even more sadly, "Woo... Roy... If he's gone, my grandfather will be gone too!"

"What do you mean?" Geralt's heart trembled for no reason, and then he shook his head and laughed, "Did you have a nightmare while taking a nap?"

"Woooo, that's not a dream, that's not a dream! I've seen it all, and I can see it clearly!" She found a vent, threw herself into the white wolf's arms, and cried loudly.

Then he sucked his nose and said what he had kept in his stomach for a long time, and raised his head from time to time. On a small face with picturesque eyebrows, the eye sockets were filled with crystal clear teardrops, and the fleshy cheeks and small nose became bright red.

"My grandfather, Roy, both of them are going to be gone, woohoo!"