God-level Demon Hunter

"Dorothy, have you ever thought about the future?" The witcher suddenly poured a bucket of cold water on her and asked curiously, "Can you adapt to life in the wild? When you get older, you will still live outside , don’t find someone to marry and have children, and raise your own children?”

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Roy's question made Downey lower his head in a sad face.

But the little girl didn't hesitate at all, she held Xiao Diling's hand vigorously, her voice was clear and powerful,

"Obviously everyone is farming the land honestly, and has never provoked anyone. Those scoundrels suddenly came in. They were not satisfied after robbing all the money, and tortured everyone frantically. I saw it with my own eyes. Dad, mom... woo Woo, many folks died in pain!"

She raised her voice,

"The scum among human beings is far more cruel and terrifying than the man-eating beasts and the water ghosts that harm people by the river!"

"Going to the refugee camp, what if there are people worse than robbers?"

"Just thinking about it scares me, I'd rather spend my life with Donnie!"

"He won't hurt anyone!"

Roy was silent.

suffered such a major change.

No wonder Dorothy had such extreme ideas.

But this is her own choice, and she will not interfere.

"Okay, both of you, I wish you peace and happiness." Roy patted Golfin and Xiao Hei who were sleeping soundly in the hood, and it was time to leave.

"Wait, friend Oaks! I haven't paid you yet!" Little Diling took out a bag of kroner from the pocket of the rag pants, and Roy saw that there were two hundred kroner in a blink of an eye.

"The stinking puss didn't have time to take away the scrap money, and Dorothy won't need it later."

"Yeah!" The girl nodded.

"The money is given to you as a reward, and Ochs must accept it! You are a kind demon hunter, and you can use this money to help more good people."

Roy didn't expect the other party to recognize his identity long ago.Not being confused by the sunglasses at all, he obviously only brought a sword.

He did not refuse.

"By the way, you are bringing such a group of women, children, and miscellaneous things with you. One mule friend is not enough!" Donnie clasped his left hand and whistled resonantly.

A pair of long vertical ears protruded from a bauhinia bush not far away, and a long, thin, yellow-brown head emerged——

A wild donkey with a body length of more than two meters ran happily to Xiao Diling.

He grabbed it by the ear and whispered something.

The wild donkey brayed immediately, lowered its head and walked in front of Roy, standing obediently, as if obeying orders at any time.

"I've already explained to my friend Mao." Downey said, "It will help you deliver the goods to Mayenne. When you get there, give it a pat on the buttocks, and it will run back by itself."

"I hope that in the next few days, you can treat it well, and don't let the villains catch her, otherwise there will be no hair left!"

Roy smiled happily, and stroked the furry head of the wild donkey.

"Then, two, let's say goodbye here... I will visit you again when I have a chance!"

He was very curious, how far can humans and little earth spirits develop?

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Roy returned to camp, woke up the women and children, and continued north.

There was an extra wild donkey for the members who were tired from walking to rest in rotation, and the team moved much faster than before.

If it was as slow as a funeral procession before, now it is like a procession to welcome relatives, with fast pace.

"You didn't have to take us away and protect us, but you did it anyway." Yunig told the witcher, "I know you are a good person with a cold face and a warm heart."

"Tell that to dead Bavi and Frick. I can't be called a good man."

The blond widow choked and retreated helplessly.

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"Lord Oakes, I heard that refugee camps are usually dirty and smelly, full of thieves and rough-and-ready men," the woman with a pretty face and round chest came to him again, twisting her waist and said slightly uneasy, "It's dangerous for a bunch of women to live there, can you take us into town, or me?"

"I think you'd better stop at nothing and learn to be content."

The woman hit a hard nail and left in obscurity.

……

Although Roy took over this responsibility, he was unwilling to communicate with women too much.

Although the widows ran to him every now and then, intentionally or unintentionally showing their plump or slender bodies under the light clothes, expressing their gratitude and gratitude to him.

He is neither cold nor hot, and keeps him at a respectful distance, like a pot of ice water that will never boil.

……

A group of people walked along the main road for a week.

There are more and more pedestrians on the road, and from time to time, a carriage full of goods can be seen passing by, and the wheels are creaking and crushing the ground.

But that doesn't mean it's safe.

During the period, Roy sent away a group of evil spirits who attacked in the dark once, and three waves jumped out of the grass on the side of the road, wearing a barrel helmet and holding a pitchfork to block the way.

If this group of women went on the road alone, they would have probably been "divided" seven or eight times.

On the fourth day, a tall and wide city wall made of bluestones appeared in the eyes of everyone.

They knew they had reached their destination.

Roy took the saddlebag from the wild donkey, patted its buttocks, and watched it disappear into the lush bushes.

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Located south of Maribau, Mayena is a heavily fortified fortress.

Dozens of Temerian soldiers stood guard on the battlements and at the mouth of the sentry tower, carrying bows and arrows, and Gabriel in their hands. At the gate of the city, merchants and townspeople from south to north lined up in a long line.

They were strictly inspected and searched by the guards one by one.

Roy's team only stayed for 10 minutes, and saw several waves of ragged refugees trying to sneak into the city being pushed away.

Cursing, I returned to the right side outside the city wall, where there was a lot of noise, noise, and sewage.

That is the final destination of the women, the refugee camp.

Roy quietly retreated to the end of the line, not far or near, so as not to attract unnecessary attention.

The camp, which stinks of cabbage and poop, is made up of wagons, campfires, wooden sheds and tents.

At least more than 400 people live there, or even more.There is commotion everywhere, and the chaotic voices of hundreds of people compose a symphony, while the calls of cattle, sheep, chickens and other poultry and livestock are variations.

There is not much order here, people are yelling, crying, and swearing casually, and there are also several big holes in their clothes. The thin man with thick dark circles is waving his hands quickly and slowly in the open space in front of the tent, twisting his waist, as if Showing some kind of performance art with deep meaning.

Of course, it's also possible that he's just mentally ill.

Although the women were not very beautiful, a team of a dozen or so, plus a mule, was quite eye-catching. Unkempt and unkempt men hid by the tents and threw undisguised, With eyes full of dark desire, he whistled lightly at them.

revealing an intention—

In some tents sat skinny women.

Their eyes were empty, their expressions were dull, and they waited for the man to walk in, then pulled down the tent, and there was some kind of noise.

It was a way to let off steam at camp.

Roy looked around for signs of Ciri and Geralt.

This messy refugee camp doesn't need any handover.

Whichever place you fancy, as long as there is no one there, you can occupy it with your own tent.

The clean and tidy area in the camp had already been taken up.

The women could only circle around, and the burning eyes like flames made them flustered, and they wanted to run away.

But they can't help it, they have to adapt to this bad atmosphere.

After going around three times, Roy had confirmed that Geralt and Ciri were not in the camp, and looked at the towering city wall. He was going into the city.

And the women had a windfall.

A group of acquaintances from nearby villages in Liuye Village approached them on their own initiative.

Both men and women, old and young, there are quite a few.

Two groups of acquaintances who have been away for a long time, hug each other and cry, and talk about their depression.

Not surprisingly, they will accept this group of widows, and this tent will become the women's new home.

The witcher stood not far away, watching this scene.

My heart was relieved.

Finally got rid of this group of crying women and children, completed the unfinished business of the two Frick brothers, and the good thing came to an end.

……

He was a little bit sorry, he thought the women would at least come over to say thank you, say a few words of gratitude, and say goodbye.

But the endless joy and tears drowned them, and they fell silent in it, forgetting everything else.

"See, Golfin, Blackie..." Roy rubbed the two little guys in the hood, meaningfully, "Some people only know how to ask, but they are not even willing to give a word."

"Remember, don't meddle in your own business in the future."

He turned and left.

However, it didn't get very far.

An urgent shout behind him stopped him.

Eugenie, with swaddling clothes on her chest, blond hair and slim figure, chased after her.

Panting and wiping the sweat off his forehead, he looked at him with bright eyes, "Thank you!"

She solemnly said, "Thank you for taking care of me and my family and friends along the way. Thank you for enduring our poor performance!"

"I accept your gratitude." Roy nodded at her, his eyes softened slightly, and his previous dissatisfaction with the widow dissipated a lot.

"Ochs, whether you admit it or not, you are a good person! You are more like a real man than those cowards, bullies, sensualists, and thugs!" Her big brown eyes stared at the witcher, and they flickered There was a touch of longing, then depression, "But I have nothing, and I have nothing else to give you as a thank you."

She jumped up and gave him a big hug.

A faint smell of sweat and other smells drifted into the witcher's nose, and his expression remained unchanged.

"Goodbye, Oaks..." Eugenie backed away slowly with the child in her arms, waved him goodbye, her eyes were flushed, and her voice was choked up, "I will spend my whole life praying for you, when little Harry grows up, I will Let him remember a few saviors, Bavi, Frick, and Oakes..."

"This is for you." The witcher's eyes flickered, he stepped forward and took her hand, stuffed it into a small bag of coins, and closed her palm, "Take it. I hope they can bring you Good luck, and work hard to live with the children..."

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Yunig watched the demon hunter leave, walked to a remote corner, and untied the bag.

Tears of joy and emotion welled up in his eyes.

Twenty crowns, no more, no less, was enough for the mother and son to gain a firm foothold in this strange territory.

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"Huh... mind your own business!" Roy laughed at himself after watching Eugenie return to the camp safely.

But this is already the result of his restraint.Originally, I wanted to leave a message for the woman. If it was difficult, I would find him in the city. After all, he was the only one who knew how to be grateful.

But after thinking about it, there are so many poor people in the world, how many can I save?

Time to do something right.

After the demon hunter circled around the majestic city wall of Mayena a few times in concealment, he found a place with few guards and few people.

Pulled Gabriel.

The soldiers on the city wall only heard the vibration of the bowstring a few times, and looked around vigilantly, but they couldn't see anything.

And the demon hunter has already entered the city by flashing.

With seven turns and eight turns, he got out of the dark and narrow alley, and walked up the street of Mayenne openly.

Chapter 12 Prison