God-level Demon Hunter

What am I doing wrong?

Beside the straw mat, Zaina, another female doctor wearing a blue cloth dress and exuding a mysterious aura, gently closed her eyelids for her, her forest-like eyes turned to the girl.

"Falja, you are a good boy...you are still young and deserve the opportunity to start a new life."

"Ma'am, take me and grandma to Novigrad... Please... Geralt and Roy must have a way to save her!" The girl looked at her pitifully.

"Sorry, God can't do anything about it. Besides, many people died in Soden, and countless wounded people need medical treatment. I can't leave that far." Zaina, who was wearing a light robe, shook her head and turned her gaze to the east side of the forest, " I can only put you..."

puff puff...

Outside the tent, a strange noise came, interrupting the female doctor's words.

The two leaned out of the tent and looked over there.

A man dressed as a mercenary covered in a black cloak was poking his head into the refugee tents.

Obviously looking for something.

The pale white light in the sky revealed a face under the hood with moist black eyes, a pointed nose, and ugly thin lips.

Ciri held his breath suddenly, and retracted his body into the corner of the tent, not knowing where to put his hands.

She remembers this man!

compared to before.

There was a hideous scar on the man's rough left face... from the forehead to the chin.

But Shirley still clearly remembered this face, and it wasn't Cassirr, the Nilfgaardian black knight who was chasing after him.

But equally badass!

He was in the castle of Sintra, casting a spell to prevent Geralt from taking him.

There is no doubt that this mage has ulterior motives for himself.

"Falja, do you know him?"

The little girl nodded, clasped her hands in front of her lower abdomen, nervousness and fear were written all over her bruised little face.

"He is your enemy? Don't worry, child..." Zaina pressed her warm and gentle palms on her shoulders, signaling her to sit down in front of the straw mat. The druid's tone was full of confidence, and her eyes made her An Xin, "With me here, he can't move a finger of yours, even if he is a mage!"

"No, now, he's blind!"

The druid casually sprinkled a burst of emerald green light covering Ciri's body, calming her restless heart.

She held her breath, not daring to take a breath.

When the scar-faced man passed by the tent, he glanced inward, looking at the corpse that had just died on the straw mat, but passed directly over Ciri's body.

It seems that no one saw her.

As the "dada" footsteps went away, he walked to another camp.

"Falga, your identity is not as simple as the unruly magic power in your body... Unfortunately, you are destined not to belong to nature and the forest. I can't take you back to the Druid Ring to teach you." The female doctor said rather Shaking his head regretfully,

"I will send you to a family with a good life in the area bordering Livia on the east side of Soden."

"The hostess is called Christide, a beautiful, kind, compassionate woman, she has an honest husband, but often does business abroad, and has two healthy and lively sons at home, but regrets that she does not have a lovely daughter. "

"Falga, just be her adopted daughter for the time being, and start your new life... to meet your destiny."

"Wait until you have the ability and the war is over before going to Novigrad."

Xili was silent for a long time, her pale face swept towards the dead grandma Suha on the ground.

His sleeve wiped the tears from his face vigorously.

Heavy head!

Chapter 23 Something else

Roy stood in the center of misty Sodden, at the foot of the Hill of Eight.

Golden and pitch-black light covered the whole body.

The gorgeous and gorgeous halo around the feet changes colors.

The pupils of different colors looked around in the mist, searching for the looming gray ribbon floating in the midair.

When the sight turned to a cluster of pale yellow stamens blooming in the mist on the side of the hillside.

The viper pendant around the neck began to "buzz" lightly.

Outline with five fingers!

The crimson charm took shape in the witcher's palm.

The magic power was transformed into flames, and an Igni Rage Flame responded to his will and flew out of his palm. The fireball drew a dazzling trajectory in mid-air, tearing apart the white mist covering the surrounding fields.

"boom!"

Howling and howling like a baby crying!

A humanoid creature hidden in the depths of the mist was blasted out of nothingness by the impact of the fireball explosion, and fell to the ground head-on.

It has a hunched back, but it has long hands and long legs like a deformed pregnant woman who is five months pregnant!The flame wrapped around its skin like a poisonous snake, burning blazingly, but its body was changing between solidification and nothingness, flickering, and was about to disappear at any time.

"Whoosh-"

The bowstring vibrates.

A large cloud of blood exploded from the forehead of the fallen creature, and the huge impact shattered half of the skull, and the muddy brain and bright red blood soaked the grass.

Its face was buried in the mud and never came out again.

"Kill the little mist demon, experience value +130, demon hunter Lv12 (8850/12500)"

call--

The witcher walked up to the mangled corpse, took out his short blade and began to dissect it.

The little black dog and tabby cat in the hood poked their heads curiously.

Almost at the same time, the mist covering the hill of eight people dissipated completely, revealing a low hillside surrounded by verdant green vegetation, which is not commensurate with its famous reputation.

"Roy, move faster again." Leading the black mare Rocky, the dusty white wolf came over.

"So you have to work hard, Geralt...don't let me fall too far." Roy took out a blue ordinary mutant, wiped off the mucus and stuffed it into the package, "You have to fight for the next second mutation Opportunity!"

"Can I mutate, masters?" Yurga, who was carrying the carriage, smiled flatteringly.

"You're not even a witcher, and you're as old as a rock that cannot be carved. If you're not afraid of a [-]% mortality rate, then you are welcome..." Roy smiled softly at him, and the businessman shrank his neck .

"Forget it, shall we go up the mountain to see the obelisk commemorating the dead?"

"Of course!"

"But what about the carriage?"

"Don't worry, I'll let Golfin and Xiao Hei watch, all the dangers nearby have been cleaned up, absolutely no problem!" Golfin Tabby Cat climbed onto the carriage with the little black dog's neck in its mouth driving position.

He waved his claws goodbye to the three of them.

After walking together for a week, Yurga has become accustomed to such abnormalities, and can only admire in his heart that he is worthy of being a pet of a master witcher, cats and dogs are so smart!

Next, it took the three of them less than 10 minutes to climb the eight-person hill in Soden. The wind blew the grass and flowers on the hillside to sway gently, revealing their fragrance.

In the middle of the hillside stood an obelisk, made of granite and weighing ten tons.

The shape is in the shape of a pointed square column, gradually shrinking from bottom to top, and the top is shaped like a pyramid tip.

The base is quite thick, enough for several people to hug.

When Roy saw this stele, he knew that he had guessed wrong. The obelisk was definitely not erected by the people of Soden to commemorate the sacrificed warlock.

They don't have this ability and are overwhelmed.

Warlocks from the north must have used magic to transport the obelisk here.

Below the stele are eight tombs with marble tombstones, and bright wild flowers are placed nearby, such as azalea, forget-me-not...

And the white wolf looked at the first few names engraved with runes on the stone tablet from top to bottom——

Lauderburl, Old Graz, Excell...

Eyes sighed, lost in memory.

"You recognize them?" Roy breathed a sigh of relief.

There were six fewer victims of the Brotherhood of Warlocks in the North than he remembered in the Battle of Mount Soldon, Coral and Triss were not among them.

There is no doubt that what he has done has changed history... He uttered the first name, "Laudburr?"

"This guy is a gambler, and his gambling skills are terrible..." Geralt shook his head, a flash of amusement flashed in his eyes, and then he became serious, "I used to play dice with him in Vizima, and he was afraid of losing to me, so he directly Control me with magic, win the game by cheating."

"It turns out that sorcerers play rascals like this, so it's better to be trustworthy than businessmen!" Yurga held his head high and looked contemptuous. As an ordinary person, it is rare to find a sense of superiority over warlocks on the moral high ground.

"And this old Gratz... I met him two years ago, and he is a lunatic! Do you know what he wants?" Geralt paused and smiled reluctantly, "Pay me a hundred Krone just wanted to examine my mutant eyes... and promised that if I wanted, he would pay me a thousand krone to dissect my eyes."

Merchant Yurga shrank his shoulders, as if he had been stung by a bee, and his fat face dripping with sweat was covered with panic.

"Damn it, these sorcerers are so perverted, they're going to take someone's knife at every turn?"

"If people live too long, they are prone to psychological problems." Roy shook his head and lamented, his face full of regret, "It's a pity. Geralt should have told me earlier, if I knew that there is such a person who is interested in the mutation of the witcher If someone is here, he must be introduced to the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters, let him undergo mutation experiments for free, and let him experiment as much as he wants!"

"At least this guy is willing to abide by the minimum rules, pay some money, and ask your permission."

"Uh, Roy, why do I feel like you're a little crazy? Ms. Rita, Master Kalkstein, Ms. Triss, and Ms. Evelyn aren't enough?"

"Imagine, in the heyday of the Demon Hunter Order, there were dozens of top resident mages..." Roy shook his head, "We have just started, and we are still far away."

Geralt shook his head. If he hadn't had a deep understanding of this companion's style of work, he would definitely have regarded him as some kind of ambitious man trying to subvert the world situation.

However, he didn't know that the other party saw more than just a small world.

"Next, Master Geralt, who has a lot of friends, do you know the other warlocks here?" Yurga asked eagerly. The stories of these wizards will become the basis for him, other businessmen, and even his wife. The capital for negotiating and showing off.

Geralt fell into silence, a hint of timidity suddenly appeared on his face, his eyes only glanced at the first few names, and he turned his head awkwardly.

His demeanor hovered between worry and fear.

He didn't dare to look down, afraid to see the name deep in his memory.

But Roy's heart moved, the corners of his mouth curved secretly, and he suddenly sighed.

"Oh, Geralt, you shouldn't have had any conflicts with her back then!"

"What do you mean?!" Geralt asked reluctantly, his body swaying, his face tensed quietly, and his fists clenched.

Roy didn't answer, he took a step forward, pretended to be in silence, stretched out his finger, and caressed one of the names in the list,

"Geralt, I originally thought that when I had a chance, I would ask you to introduce your ever-changing, on-again, off-again lover, Yennefer from Van Gerberg. It's a pity that you keep changing the subject."

"I always say that I have finished with her and will not contact her again."

"It's too late to make contact now." Roy paused, and grabbed a bunch of lavender platycodon flowers in mid-air, "Take it, Geralt, go and have a good time with her." bid farewell."

"Well--"

At this moment, the white wolf held his breath, and there was a strange gasp in his throat.

The passionate and sensitive dark cat eyes were full of fear, his hands and lips trembled uncontrollably, and his face was pale.

With his body bent, his anger disappeared visibly with the naked eye.

His eyes lost their luster, his face was dull and extremely weak.

"Hey, buddy, don't scare me." Roy quickly hugged the other person's shoulders, stretched out his hand and pinched his slack cheeks, showing an awkward but polite smile, "I'm just kidding you! Yennefer is not among the eight dead, they are all unknown! Is it Yurga?"

"Master Roy, what are you talking about Yennefer?"

"Bang!" The expression of the white wolf who was originally heartbroken changed instantly, from sadness to anger, and the five fingers of his left hand outlined, and an Alder seal hit Roy's chest!

"what!"

Roy was knocked to the ground by the magic power, howled loudly and turned into a rolling gourd, rolled against the turf into the dense grass, and rolled down the hillside.

The shrill screams echoed on the top of the mountain.

Yurga glanced timidly at the furious and ashamed white wolf, swallowed,

"Master Geralt, will Master Roy be seriously injured?"

The white wolf shook his head in disdain. This guy disappeared for two months during the Battle of Sintra, and he came back alive and kicking.