God-level Demon Hunter

Although she is still young, she exudes a certain thrilling charm, which makes people heartbroken and attracts his uncontrollable attention.

He never regretted this adventure trip.

"Quiet, Your Highness!" Cassirer lowered his voice, trying to comfort him softly, "Don't force me, I don't want to use coercive means to shut you up."

"Woooo, you're pissing me off again! You're all liars, you're all bastards!"

"Grandpa, grandma, where are you? Come and save me!"

The little princess cried even louder rebelliously.

Cassirer grimaced and began to put on leather gloves.

"Susu..."

Suddenly, there was a jerky tremor in the dense euonymus behind Cassirer.

He paused, tensed his body, turned around, held the scabbard with one hand, and held the hilt with the other. His blue eyes were watching the movement in the bushes.

The crying princess also noticed something was wrong, and the crying in her throat stopped suddenly. She rubbed her eyes that were red and swollen like peaches, restrained her breathing, and kept looking at the bushes behind her furtively.

His eyes are bright and cunning.

Cassirer bowed slightly, and approached cautiously.

His face froze.

There was a "bang bang dangdang" sound of metal friction.

Under the light of the jumping fire, a tall knight in full body clothes walked out of the bushes in such a fair manner.

He was wearing a dark gold helmet with a pair of raptor-like wings on the top. The opening of his face was in the shape of a "Y", revealing sharp eyes and a half-open mouth.

The helmet style is similar to that of Nilfgaardian knights in black armor.

What attracted the most attention was that he was carrying a huge slashing sword, and with the sound of metal long shoes stepping into the grass, he dragged out a conspicuous muddy trail.

"Knights of Nilfgaard, immediately release the innocent child behind you! I swear on the honor of the knight, I will let you live!"

His voice was powerful and righteous.

"Who are you, and where are you from?"

"Ranger knight, came from Toussaint to travel the northern region, the name is not worth mentioning. Look at your attire, a dignified knight of the Nilfgaard Empire, why did you abandon the virtue of knighthood and kidnap a child?"

The armored knight asked sharply.

Cassirer frowned. How could an inexplicable Toussaint knight suddenly appear in this wilderness... But the opponent's battle-tested aura and the control of power between actions gave him a great deal of confidence. pressure.

"I am acting under the orders of the Royal Steward of Nilfgaard. Since you are from Toussaint, don't stand in my way!"

Taussaint is a vassal state of Nilfgaard, so it stands to reason that the other party should not embarrass itself.

"Otherwise the military plane will be delayed, and you will lose your life!"

"Tausent will never help the tyrant! Since Your Excellency does not want to be captured without a fight? Come to a duel!" The knight in the dark gold armor turned the huge fencing sword in his hand, "Get ready! I want to attack head-on!"

After finishing speaking, the Dark Golden Knight ignored Cassirer and cursed loudly.

Swinging a huge sword, he slashed at the top of his head.

"Shh-"

Amid the sound of piercing through the air, the giant slashing sword pressed down head-on like a mountain, and its momentum was thunderous, as if it wanted to split the opponent in half with a single sword.

Cassirer's pupils were rounded, almost suffocating,

The black cloak flashed suddenly in the strong wind.

Cassirer rolled on the ground, dodging the first sword that was pressed down on him, and where he was originally, mud and weeds were flying, and a straight gully was cut out by the giant sword.

The eyes under the dark gold helmet locked on him again.

Cold sweat instantly drenched Cassirer's hair and back.

"Where did the lunatic come from? The sun is up! Am I going to die here today?"

"Yu-"

The neighing of the horse tore through the deep night.

The two people in the competition paused, and were surprised to find that the little one in the silver cloak somehow climbed up the horse's neck, crawled on the half of the saddle, and reined in the horse.

The pale and delicate face and the emerald green eyes looked over from the horse's neck, full of pride and excitement.

Ciri had seen this flying wing helmet countless times.

That's exclusive to Nilfgaard.

So both have problems!

Dog bites dog!

"Goodbye, idiot!"

"Yu-"

Faintly, a mysterious and powerful magic power poured into the saddle according to Shirley's will.

The horse became obedient and obeyed her will, even ignoring the loud whistle of its owner Cassirer,

"Da da!"

The black horse, carrying the petite princess on its back, jumped into the bushes like an arrow from the string, and flew away!

The two knights were left looking at each other in the cold night wind.

"Damn it, you idiot who got kicked in the head by a donkey! I'll report it and have Duke Raymond chop off your head!"

"Raymond has fired me! I am now a free knight! I swear on the honor of the knight, if you don't explain the cause and effect and admit your mistakes, you will pay the price!"

……

Da da da--

The rushing hoofbeats echoed in the grass.

Nilfgaardian steeds galloped through the night.

Shirley tried her best to lower her body, clinging to the horse's neck, hugging the mane on the horse's neck with both hands, and clamping her trembling legs, her petite body rose and fell with the galloping car below her, and the cold wind blew her delicate face Tighter and more pale.

The violent jolt seemed to throw her off the horse at any moment.

Ciri, you can do it!

Farther, must escape farther!

She clenched her silver teeth, and the white gas from her nose blurred her vision.

The muscles in the arms and thighs ached rapidly.

The horses kept running towards an unknown destination.

Until she lost all strength and lost consciousness in a cloud of mist.

……

"Well……"

"Are you awake, child?"

"Who are you? Me, where am I?" Ciri woke up from a moving cart, and a face with thin blond hair and wrinkled orange peel was reflected in her eyes.

an old woman.

The girl held the wooden board under her with both hands, and wanted to stand up, but a strong soreness immediately made her grin her teeth - two slender and white arms were swollen visible to the naked eye.

The thigh muscles hurt like cramps, and my feet seemed to be filled with lead. Even if I moved, the pain was so painful!

"Don't move around, child. You fell off the horse, and your body is covered with bruises... It is Goddess Freya's kindness that you survived without breaking any bones." The old woman said to her With a kind smile, he opened his mouth with most of his teeth missing, "As for me, just call me Suha, we are in the team fleeing to Soden..."

The old woman's cloudy eyes swept forward.

They are in a refugee line that stretches for hundreds of meters. This line is composed of Sintra people who have lost their homes and left their homes.

Most of them are women and children. Women are holding or holding their own children, covered with large and small burdens, with dull and tired faces.

And less than one-fifth of the men were men. As we all know, most of the men in Cintra died on the battlefield.

"Where's Cintra? How about Cintra?" Ciri asked anxiously. After being taken away by Nilfgaardian knights for many days, she didn't hear any news about Cintra, nor did she hear from her grandfather or grandmother.

"Alas..." the old woman sighed, her expression was gloomy, her light golden and thin long hair shook slightly, "The great Sintra is no longer here, the Nilfgaardians broke through the city gate and burned our city, counting Unknown compatriots were murdered."

"Where's Calanth... Queen... King Easter?"

"Dead, all the nobles of Cintra committed suicide by poisoning themselves, no one bowed to the Nilfgaardian bastard! And the two majesties fought bravely to keep the festival!"

Grandma and grandpa died?

The little girl's cheeks were so pale that she lost her blood, her eyes were rounded, and a terrified gasp came out of her trembling mouth.

She clearly remembered that before she was taken away, her grandmother was still in the castle.

How can it be?

Do not!Will not!

Tears blurred his eyes and burst out uncontrollably.

"Son, you are also from Sintra, right...are you separated from your family?" The old woman lovingly stroked her messy silver hair covered in mud, and said pitifully, "Grandma Suha also had a granddaughter, unfortunately ...Don't cry, don't cry! Granny is here, Granny promises, take you to Sodden. I'll help you get your family back."

No, never will be found.

The teary-eyed little princess of subjugation looks around,

Devastated.

It was full of unfamiliar faces, desperately depressed.

An indescribable loneliness and panic welled up in my heart.

what should I do?

Where should I go?

"Son, what's your name?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooo... Falja, my name is Falja!"

……

In the glade, the female doctor in the ring of druids is in the simple medical tent.

Ciri stood before an old woman lying on a straw mat.

He was wearing plain linen clothes that he had never worn before. The pants had a few big holes, the patches on the clothes were very conspicuous, and the cloth shoes under his feet were so rotten that his big toes were exposed.

Dress up like a little country boy.

The dirty little face lost a little of the innocence and happiness of the past, and there were a few more bruises and bruises, and the eyes were full of thoughts.

"Falja, are you fighting with the boys again? Don't be afraid of them. If anyone dares to bully you, bite him hard with your teeth, scratch him with your fingernails, and beat him with the stick beside you!"

"But I'm sorry, grandma can't accompany you anymore... cough cough... I should have followed your advice and found a way to take you to Novigrad. I shouldn't have come to Soden. Not only did this not help you find your family, Let you enter another mess." The old woman struggled to speak, her chest heaved and panted like a broken bellows, and her golden hair lost its luster and turned gray.

His bony body was filled with the smell of decay and death.

She held the girl's little hand, her voice was weak,

"Originally, grandma wanted to find you a stable home, but who knew... ahem... Soden followed by the fall of Cintra, and the people of Soden also lost their homes just like us. You evil Nilfgaardian beast!"

"Falja, ahem... from now on, you, you have to learn...to protect yourself."

"Don't go, Suha, please, don't leave me alone!"

The girl held her hand, her emerald green eyes were like flooded lakes.

"Grandma is sorry for you... I can only entrust you to... Dr. Zaina."

In the slight murmur, the old grandma reluctantly opened her eyes, opened her mouth, and lost her breath with a frozen expression.

"Woooo..."

Ciri pressed her dry, rough palm covered with age spots to her cheek, and sobbed softly.

Why……

Dear ones, want to leave me one by one?