God-level Demon Hunter

A dark red light tore through the air and disappeared in a flash.

The murderer named Raul, who occupied the magpie's nest, widened his eyes, covered the blood gushing out of his neck like a fountain, and let out a hissing cry from his throat, and rushed towards Roy, only to be thrown into the air , fell to the ground.

The hands and feet twitched a few times, and there was no movement at all.

"I said to only kill monsters, especially monsters that are not as good as ghouls!"

Roy shook his head.

After the war, all kinds of monsters and ghosts really came out.

He regretted taking care of the three ghouls a bit.Just let the ghouls continue to torment this thing.

Roy wiped the sword blade with the clothes of the dead body, walked quickly to the left, groped the ground with both hands, and quickly found a hidden buckle, with a little force, the wooden board was lifted by him, revealing a dimly lit basement.

He walked down the creaking wooden ladder.

The air temperature in the basement is several degrees lower than outside.

The oil lamp illuminated baskets of well-preserved sun-dried vegetables, radishes, turnips, and pickles. Several barrels of spirits were piled up in the dark corner of the cellar, and the air was filled with a light and complex smell of alcohol.

Roy walked carefully over the vegetable racks and wine barrels to the innermost part of the cellar.

A workbench that was supposed to be used to process vegetables was stuck against the wall, and a person was lying quietly on it.

She was very young, so she should be the original owner of the house, the couple's daughter.

When Roy saw her, she had just stopped breathing not long ago, and fear and pain remained on her bruised little face.

His thin body was covered with cuts and bruises, like a doll crushed by violence.

Flowers are the same age.

Finally, I escaped the war with my parents outside the house.

But he died because of the wrong payment of kindness.

The witcher took a deep breath.

Regret for the second time today, let that nasty old thing die so easily!

He was going to pick up the girl and bury her with her parents.

Suddenly there were two "barking" sounds from behind the workbench, and a several-month-old black dog with a hemp rope tied around its neck rushed out from behind.

His short black fur stood on end, his fan-like ears dangled on both sides of his head, barked loudly, and bit around Roy's moccasin booties in vain to prevent him from taking the girl.

He completely ignored the witcher's reassurance and whistle.

"Faithful little guy, you are lucky, you can hang out with me in the future!"

This sudden little creature was a surprise, bringing a glimmer of light to the demon hunter's gloomy mood.

He outlined a sign of Axi, bared his teeth and flashed a blank look at his snarling puppy's black eyes, then whined, obediently lay at his feet and wagged his tail, letting him caress his little furry head. ,

"When I find Geralt and Ciri, I'll take you back to Novigrad, where there are dozens of friends playing with you."

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Boom!

Behind a newly dug simple grave, a fire completely ignited a small farmyard.

The fire soared into the sky.

With a black dog like a sausage in his arms and an owl hovering above his head, the witcher stepped out of the dense forest and continued on his way.

Chapter 7 Refugee team

"Geralt, do you remember what that golden dragon said about us in Kestrel Mountain?"

"You mean the Three Jackdaws? Of course, he said we are a match made in heaven."

"We are meant to belong to each other," Yennefer pressed his pretty face against his chest, his raven-black hair swaying gently, making his neck itchy, "but we will not have 'results', because the guy who created us It wasn't considered well, there was something missing between us, something that could sustain this relationship for a long time. So we have to separate so as not to hurt each other in the future."

Geralt felt a sense of sourness and fear inexplicably, what is this?

The crisis of death and the intervention of a third party, they all survived together, but lost at this step.

No "results"?Yes, although the witcher and sorceress have a long life, they are destined to have no "result".

"Go to Cintra, Geralt, and don't give up your fate..."

"Bring that child back, the age of contempt is coming, she will be in danger, she needs you!"

"The law of accidents is unbreakable."

Geralt suddenly trembled all over, and a realization rose in his heart.

The Witcher and the Sorceress doesn't have "results" though.

But he has a daughter of destiny!

"Don't go now, focus on the present, and enjoy the last night of Mayfest." Yennefer's voice was as greasy as sugar, and her passionate lips fell on him like raindrops.

Finally, a deep kiss.

Let the white wolf be fascinated!

However, she was too hard, and bit his lip, the skin-breaking sting!

Well--

The sky was already bright, and the faint white light penetrated through the gaps in the forest, covering the trunk of a huge oak tree, a dusty witcher.

Waist-length snow-white hair hangs over his shoulders, a black leather jacket covered in blood and mud, a belt with a scabbard slung across his shoulders.

Geralt opened his heavy eyes, bloodshot pupils.

This long sweet and sad dream made him dizzy, but the strange pain in his mouth urged him to quickly regain his senses, the iron gauntlet inlaid with silver studs slapped casually, and a fat little thing chirped strangely along his path The body climbed down the big tree.

"Bah! Bah!"

The witcher jumped off the oak tree, touched his lips, his fingertips were bloody, and he couldn't help but smile wryly. Maybe he was too tired during this period, so he let down his vigilance, and was unexpectedly approached by a mouse, and even picked up a mouse. kiss!

Oakes and Lambert will definitely laugh to death if they say it!

"Old man, you are quite calm, and you didn't know to remind me!" Geralt walked towards the black mare Rocky tied under a tree not far away, patted its neck and felt its hot breath, My heart is a little calmer.

He looked around, and there were alder and nettle bushes all over the shallow woods... he could also see some small soil bumps in the distance, which were the three roadblockers newly buried by the witcher last night. commit.

It has been a month since I entered Soden.

He set off from Brugge, traveled from west to east, crossed the Trava River and the Aina River, searched the central area of ​​Soden, and turned around the place where the corpses were piled up like a mountain and was like a purgatory on earth. Passing refugee ranks, highway robbers and robbers .

But relying on the large amount of alchemy materials supported by the Demon Hunter Brotherhood, they survived safely.

It's a pity that I didn't find any news about Shirley. The people he met either didn't know anything, or wanted his money and food, and even wanted his life.

After running around for a month, he was exhausted physically and mentally, and it was rare for him to dream continuously.

Yet he had to find Ciri!This time, he won't let go!

Whether it is out of emotion, or the so-called fate!

For himself, and also for the long-lost Ye.

He looked to the south, and the vast expanse, with the watery river looming behind him, was the Yaruga River that divided the north and the south.

To cross is to the Rivendell Vale, and to the north will enter Mayenne.

How deep is the fetter of the Law of Accident, and can following the feeling really lead me to Ciri?

He took out a crown and tossed it in his hand.

When the head turned up, the white wolf smiled and led the mare Rocky to the north.

Roy once told that Mayenna has a druid ring.

Maybe they'll know something.

Maybe the one with his blood was there too.

The dark cat's pupils contracted, and the white wolf became inexplicably nervous and expectant.

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the other side.

After searching for five days in Soden, which is thousands of miles away, on the sixth day, Roy stood at the edge of the forest in the drizzle, on a road sparsely scattered with dead bodies, and stopped.

There was a slight commotion at the other end, and then a motley motley crew came plodding toward him, splashing mud and water with their tattered shoes.

This is a refugee team composed of fifteen or sixteen people, but what is shocking is that almost all of them are haggard, thin women and children.

They were dressed in tattered clothes, each carrying packages and luggage, shivering in the light rain and cold wind as they walked.

In front of the team, the only young man who looked like the backbone had a rusty iron sword pinned to his waist, wore crudely made fur armor, carried an elm bow and quiver, and looked around warily. Beside them was a mule full of Goods, a large iron pot and several iron boxes were exposed from the large and amazing saddle bag.

The man with a scar on his face noticed the demon hunter standing still by the side of the road, and immediately waved his hand to stop the team.

"Good morning! Who are you?" He held down the hilt of his waist with one hand, and with the other on his hips, shouted from a distance of ten meters, "Why are you guarding the exit of the forest?"

"My name is Oakes..." Roy smiled as gently as possible, "I'm a mercenary who plans to go to Soden to find relatives. I just came from Carcano."

The man hesitated as he observed the witcher's slender figure and the unpretentious sword hilt protruding from his shoulder.

But the lazily yawning beagle at his feet softened the man's face a little.

An inhuman bandit should not raise a puppy that is useless and wastes food in this blood-soaked land.

"My name is Frick, and this is my brother Bavi...As for the group of people behind them, they are all refugees who escaped from Liuye Village. As you can see, they are all women and children. They said there were more than a dozen Personally, but a week ago, the Nilfgaardians captured them, killed most of the men, and scattered the rest of the women on horseback, and my brother and I happened to meet this group in the forest, and we are now traveling together. "

"Both of you, you are very brave. With such a group of people who have no fighting power, you are not afraid to encounter Nilfgaardians or robbers again." Roy's eyes slowly swept over the two men and the group of women and children in the cold wind , reminded, "You know, after the war, demons and ghosts will appear. They are more vicious than the vultures in the sky. Even if people die, they will be deboned and sucked marrow."

When the people in the team heard what the witcher said, they shrank their shoulders in unison. The child hid behind its mother, only showing a pair of curious eyes from behind the dirty sarong, looking at this handsome young man.

There was something alien about him, and his voice was charming and reassuring.

People inexplicably have trust and closeness to him.

And the naive little puppy under his feet, who often circles around, makes people can't help letting their guard down.

The scar-faced man sighed helplessly,

"Damn war! But there is no way, we can't leave them alone. This place is far away from the direction of the Yaruga River, and the Nilfgaardians dare not go deep. As for the robbers and monsters, they will not be everywhere. If If you do, then you will leave everything to fate, if you really can't survive, "

He glanced at the rotting body beside the birch,

"Then just die!"

There was a moment of silence by the woods.

"Sorry, I'm too pessimistic, just take what I just said as a fart and let it go! Who is Brother Oaks looking for?"

Roy raised his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

"The man with white hair, and the little girl with emerald green eyes, respectively..."

"I've never seen them, but I advise you not to go to the Soden Center. There are only blood, flames, and corpses there. At least another month before the coalition forces can clean up the danger on the road."

"Niflgaard has been driven back, but is still stationed to the south like a mangy dog. Who knows if they will suddenly go mad and cross the Yaruga for a second attack."

"Now, as long as there is still a breath, they will flee to the north, or plan to do so. According to me, the person you are looking for must also be in the north."

Roy nodded. This idea coincided with him. Geralt had been in Soden for a month, and he should have searched the central area of ​​Soden, but no news came back.

As for the four great masters.

There were fewer battles along the way than I expected.

He became more and more uncertain whether the other party would come to Soden's muddy water.

In contrast, finding Geralt and bringing Ciri back is the top priority!

"Where are you going to take them, do you have a goal?"

"Go to the refugee camp at Fort Mayenne first. There are rumors that the doctors there are treating the refugees for free. Some women in the team are not feeling well, so go and stay for a while, and then go to Maribo, or maybe even more. Settle in the North!"

"If you like, we can walk together and take care of each other. Of course, the premise is that you don't mind walking slowly. Women and children may slow down your pace."

Roy hesitated for a while.

The strange-colored pupils under the sunglasses glanced at the thin figures in the line and nodded.

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