God-level Demon Hunter

When he has the opportunity to come into contact with di spirits, fire elves, water elves, or earth spirits, observe their morphological characteristics, enslave or even kill one of them.

He will try to sublimate his soul to the world spirit.

Use this to discover the secrets of the world of the witcher.

……

"call……"

White light seeps through the wooden fence window.

A faint smile appeared on Roy's face after finishing a night of meditation practice.

He enjoys the fulfillment of this slow increase in strength.

He picked up Arondette on his knee with his hand and stroked it carefully and gently, and Xue Rui's silver bell-like smile sounded in his ear.

The sword belt wrapped around the back.

At the end of the bed, the two little guys huddled together to sleep soundly, like a furball that kept shrinking and stretching.

Gorfin turned into a slap-sized rat monkey, riding on Xiao Hei's neck, wrapping around him tightly like an octopus, and buried his head in the black dog's mane, using it as a warm quilt.

Since Xiao Hei joined the big family, he has been bullied by Golfin every day. As the top predator, the Griffon, even in its cute state, can still easily overwhelm this little milk dog with its aura.

With Xiao Hei bullying more, Goerfein would share a wave of joy with his master every day.

Swah——

Stuffing the two little beasts into the hood, Roy glanced at the landing in the room, and the time pointed to eight o'clock.

He strode out of the inn and headed for the refugee camp. Today is the day for the druid to visit.

Important witness Matto was persuaded and was willing to cooperate with him, and a rough plan was formed in his mind.

Only a Druid with a strong voice is missing to clear the way!

……

In the morning, there was a harmonious scene on the west side of the refugee camp, which was loud and noisy in the past, like a gunpowder keg.

The refugees behaved uncharacteristically.

Dozens of people lined up quietly in a long line, some with bandages on their arms and heads, coughing non-stop, clutching their chests and howling...

"Boy, are you new here?" The old lame sitting on the low stool next to the line threw a lump of mud casually, hitting a young man who was clutching his stomach and trying to jump in line.

"Do you understand the rules, go back and line up for me obediently! Don't act wild here!"

Being reprimanded by a crippled old man, the young man obviously couldn't hold back his face, cursed viciously, and refused to move his feet.

Then, five men stepped out of the team and surrounded him.

Dangerous flashes in his eyes, ready to warn,

"On the doctor's site, only critically ill patients are eligible to jump in the queue! Your injury is still a lot worse, why don't we help you?"

The young man shrank his neck, gave in instantly, and retreated to the end of the line without saying a word.

This is just a trivial episode.

Some old cripples and refugees spontaneously maintained law and order, and the team became orderly.

From time to time, the patients looked towards the hillside at the end, with hope in their eyes.

An old white tent sits there, exuding a vibrant light.

The demon hunter observed for a while, walked to the end of the line and lined up honestly.

Probably the doctors in the tent were very skilled, and everyone had minor injuries and illnesses. The speed of queuing up was not slow. An hour later, Roy walked to the tent.

When passing by the old cripple, the guy even winked at him.

"Goodbye, doctor, Eugenie, Sabria, Ms. Patre, thank you! May Rebioda bless you all!"

A young man with a cane and a white bandage wrapped around his left calf walked out of the tent and waved behind him gratefully.

The demon hunter's eyes were fixed, and there was a bow tie on his bandage, which was the work of some genius.

As soon as he lowered his head, he got into the triangular opening of the tent, and a woman's voice sounded.

"Newbie!"

"Ma'am, do as you command."

"Help me get the No. [-] scalpel, don't forget to sterilize it, it will be used later!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

The air was filled with the smell of rotting flesh, alcohol, and the strong aroma of herbs——Roy moved his nose, mint, datura root, buckwheat...

He saw an operating table as white as snow, and a bucket under the table was filled with foul-smelling biological waste.

A pile of surgical equipment, made of steel, is spotless.

Next to it are the heating furnace, bandages, and brackets.

A female doctor and three female assistants from the refugee camp were busy around the equipment.

The blond widow Yuniger's movements were obviously jerky, and her nose was sweating from anxiety, while the other two women were more experienced and handled things much more quickly.

As for the female doctor, she was tall and slender, wearing a neutral green robe, completely different from the druid covered in animal fur or plant decorations in Roy's memory,

His hair is red with orange like cinnabar, his face is thin, fair and delicate, his nose is small, his chin is slender, his big green eyes are wise and calm, like a quiet forest.

Her face was delicate and exquisite, her skin was delicate and supple, but Roy felt a sense of familiarity between her facial features.

It is five or six points similar to the white-haired guy who was imprisoned in the prison.

Roy watched her eyes become deep,

Visena

Age: 240

Gender: Female

Status: Druid, Warlock, Physician

Life: 140

Mana: 220

Attributes:

Power: 10

Agility: 13

Constitution: 14

Perception: 13

Will: 10

Charisma: 18

Spirit: 22

skill:

Source of Law (Passive)

Breath of all things Lv8: Druids communicate with animals and plants at a spiritual level with their extraordinary perception-to appease restless beasts and plants, promote their healthy growth, or guide them to attack.

Exorcism Lv4: Consume medium magic power, let the natural power shelter the target, temporarily strengthen its body, and make other weak diseases, such as cough, fever, and cold, heal automatically.

控天者Lv8、野性化身Lv4、回春术Lv10、炼金术Lv10、冥想Lv9、、棍类武器专精Lv8、弓专精Lv10、火球术Lv8、火焰风暴Lv5、传送门Lv8……

……

is her!

Roy's heart shook, and he quietly clenched his fists.

Geralt's mother is indeed in the Druid's Ring next to Mayena!

Feeling the gaze, the woman turned around, and her gaze stayed on him for about two seconds, keenly aware of the chaotic energy fluctuating on his body.

Coupled with a slender and lean body.

Can't go wrong.

Her pupils locked for a moment, and the intense light flickered away, before quickly returning to calm.

"Witcher, you look healthy."

Her voice is clear and sweet, but her tone is cold, repelling others thousands of miles away.

"What are you doing blocking the door if you're not sick?" The woman packed up the surgical tools on her own, "You should go, call the next patient in, don't waste time."

"Mr. Oakes, we meet again!" At this moment, Yuniger's crisp voice sounded, she put down the bandage and scalpel in her hand, took off her gloves, wiped her hands on the back of her apron, and walked over without delay Relieved the witcher.

"You know him?"

"Ma'am, he is the one I mentioned to you!" Yunig didn't bother, and told the noble deeds of the witcher again.

The blond hair was tied behind the ears, and the bright eyes kept sweeping towards the witcher to express his gratitude.

I explained it again and again, I came to work in the tent to earn some money, and the child was temporarily taken care of by a fellow villager.

After hearing this, Vesenna looked softly at the witcher.

"Since Lord Oakes is willing to lend a helping hand to a group of penniless women, then I will give you a chance. Tell me, what's your business? I don't remember posting any entrustment on the bulletin board."

The woman put down the emerald green potion in her hand, and Roy felt the badge trembling on his chest. The potion had cast magic.

"Ms. Vesenna, this is a pure misunderstanding. Demon hunters not only accept commissions, just as druids do not only take care of wild beasts and oak trees!"

Suddenly, needles could be heard in the tent, and it was silent for five seconds.

"Demon hunter, did I tell you your name?" Her voice became cold, and her eyes were full of scrutiny.

A strong magical aura glowed under the green robe.

The other two women looked surprised.

They assisted the female doctor for several months without knowing her real name.

How could this sudden man know?

The corner of Roy's mouth is slightly curved, this is what he wants,

"It's a coincidence that your appearance is five or six points similar to a friend of mine, and he happened to mention his mother's name. I just tried it, and it seems that I guessed it right."

Witcher?

Mother?

The woman looked stunned, and then her brows frowned, her face changed drastically.

Roy's words seemed to have greatly stimulated her.

Several people in the tent noticed that her red hair draped over her shoulders trembled slightly, her face was painfully pale, and she was so nervous that even her lips began to tremble.

"What's your friend...'s name?" The crisp voice became hoarse and weak, and this question seemed to consume her strength.

Roy smiled respectfully at the female doctor,

"He's from Kaer Morhen, he studied under Vesemir, the great master of the wolf sect, and he's called Geralt of Rivia! I want to confirm one thing—do you remember him?"

No.17 Chapter Peer

The morning sun casts a mild ray.

The bright oil lamp in the tent illuminated a pale and tense face.

Vesenna was in a trance, as if she had returned to decades ago. She was holding an infant baby, and traveled thousands of miles to Kaer Morhen, an ancient sea fortress in the Blue Mountains, and handed the child to a senior The wolf sent the witcher to raise him.

She thought that after that day, she and the child would never see each other again, but she didn't expect to hear about him so casually.

Geralt.

Everyone in the tent fell silent, and the three assistants even held their breath.

a long time.