God-level Demon Hunter

"Demon hunter, don't be hypocritical!" Kenzafa, who was leaning against the tung tree, squinted at the gap in his chest, the blood that was desperately drilled between his fingers, and teased weakly, "How many of us did you kill? In Nuocheng, and just now!"

"I didn't see your kindness before, but now you are disgustingly hypocritical!"

"What conspiracy do you have?!"

"Come on, give me a good time!"

"Evelyn, do it!" Kenzafa turned his bloodshot eyes to the elf lady, "Have you forgotten the compatriots who died under his hands? You forgot the blood relatives who were swallowed by the magma and howled in pain!"

"You forgot the old saying - Noa me kend, ias heat wouda difrrent. (If you are not of my race, your heart must be different)."

Evelyn clenched the steel sword in her hand, arched her back and bent her knees to forcefully make an offensive posture, her expression fluctuating.

"Crack!" Roy shook his wrist, and Gu Weiheil drew a white light, hitting Kenzafa's head, knocking him unconscious, and buried his cheek in the mud.

Then he slapped Vasili, the warlock who was crying and covering his legs, unconscious with his sword.

The outline of the five fingers between the electric light and the flint.

Toruville's eyes blurred, his pupils dilated, and he froze in place like a puppet.

And the demon hunter's figure flashed, and he held the two women on his shoulders from left to right like he was carrying sacks, and stretched out his hand towards Evelyn.

"Come with me!"

The strong wind hit, the elf lady tensed her pretty face, gritted her teeth, screamed, and swung a sword at him.

But this sword is far from the standard, full of flaws, not as good as a child's juggling.

Boo!

The weak steel sword was bounced to the ground by Kun En's seal.

Roy shook his head and sighed.

Catch and hug with big hands.

Aveline couldn't help being dragged by him.

In the next second, Roy, with the three women, turned into a gust of wind and disappeared into the distance of the battlefield.

……

Ten minutes later, the one-sided suicide attack was over, and the glade was littered with Scoia'tael corpses.

Under the siege of the demon hunters, very few fish slipped through the net.

"What are you looking at, man?"

Lambert patted Oakes on the shoulder and looked around.

Between the cooling lava and the smoke from several charred carriages, the figures of Kaedweni soldiers patrolled back and forth to clean up the battlefield, while the witcher's carriage was impregnable and undamaged!

"Roy took some elf women away." Oakes muttered with his eyebrows upside down,

"What nonsense? He's chasing fugitives!"

……

A dark cave away from the battlefield.

Two hypnotized elf ladies lay down beside the rock face under torches.

Aveline sat in the corner with her hands wrapped around her calves, her chin resting on her knees, half of her pale face was illuminated by the firelight, and the other half was hidden in the shadows, with a heart-wrenching weakness.

"Evelyn, I don't want to lie to you. I killed a lot of Scoia'tael. Because if I don't kill them, I will die. From the beginning to the end, I fought back out of self-preservation, whether it was in Nordic City or today. "The witcher stood in the shadows with a low voice, "But now, no matter how much you explain, you won't be able to listen to it, right?"

"Because of our previous friendship..." Roy looked deeply at Aveline, who looked at the ground in a daze, avoiding his direct gaze.

"I have a piece of advice for you."

"Stay in the Blue Mountains and don't intervene in this war anymore. Your bottomless attacks have no meaning except to make the situation of the ancient race more worrying."

"Go on. Sooner or later, you, and your two sisters, will die!"

Evelyn obviously didn't listen.

Guazi's face was as cold as ice.

He clenched his silver teeth.

The witcher suddenly squatted down in front of her, and forced a crystal clear telescope crystal into her palm.

Silver-gray eyes stared at her wide-eyed eyes.

"The Evelyn I know is a kind and compassionate woman. She doesn't want to see her compatriots continue to attack innocent human beings and then die meaninglessly!"

"She doesn't want more innocent people to die."

Roy's star-like eyes are shining with gentle and considerate light

"I can imagine that you must have suffered a lot in the previous battle."

Aveline's thin shoulders trembled.

Suddenly a little sore nose.

Those who know themselves best are not the blood compatriots who fought side by side.

but him.

"But this situation is not without chance of change."

Roy's voice changed, and he said something that shocked Aveline even more than today's encounter.

"I know that the person who gave the order behind you is a member of the Brotherhood of Warlocks in the North, the elf warlock Francesca Findabe, right?"

He deliberately put emphasis on the last name.

Aveline couldn't help closing her eyes, her cheeks, which were stained with blood and camouflage paint, became as pale as snowflakes.

How did he know it?

The witcher found the answer from this expression,

After pondering for a long time, brows furrowed.

A look of thought appeared in his eyes.

Some kind of decision was made in my mind.

"Listen to me, take your two friends back to Blue Mountain, and tell Francesca that I can answer all her doubts, including the whereabouts of her partner Vigfortz!"

"I can give her one more top-secret suggestion, the plan—no more kowtowing to Emhyr Enress, Emperor of Nilfgaard, and letting your fellow elves serve as his pawns to jump into the fiery pits of the North. "

"And I can realize your ideals - let the elves get a piece of land that is completely their own!"

Evelyn couldn't help but glance at him.

His tone was passionate, his expression was sincere, and his eyes were shining brightly, as if he had transformed from a butcher whose hands were stained with the blood of his compatriots into a Scoia'tael for Ai Li Ruien in an instant!

The huge contrast made Evelyn dazed.

But it has to be said that the scenes he portrayed are full of temptation.

"Aren't you tired of living in the barren land at the edge of the world?"

"The land of Baihua Valley, it doesn't matter if you don't want it, you have a better choice."

"Another piece of land that suits you better."

"But first, you have to ask Francesca to contact me...with this crystal!"

……

After the witcher finished speaking, he pursed his lips tightly, and took a final look at Aveline.

So carefully, with a sense of nostalgia, as if to completely engrave her face in the bottom of my heart.

Aveline could hardly bear to let him stay and talk to him patiently and thoroughly.

Eliminate imaginary misunderstandings.

Talk about the experience of the past few years.

But she can't.

How can I be worthy of my dead compatriots if I do this?

Roy was silent, and shook her soft, but calloused hand heavily.

Turn around!

He strode out of the cave without hesitation.

The black cloak whirled behind him, and disappeared into the pitch-black night in the blink of an eye.

……

When Roy returned to camp, Lambert and Oakes gave him a teasing look.

But he understood without asking.

There were a hundred more Kaedweni soldiers in the camp.

Just arrived shortly after the battle.

But Roy didn't find it strange at all. This matched his memory. When he was practicing the lava seal, he noticed the stalker behind him, but he didn't say anything.

In the center of the camp, the dead had been neatly arranged in rows, lying side by side, whether they were dwarves, elves, or humans.

Of the two hundred or so corpses, nine were Scoia'tael, and there were less than 20 victims in the convoy, all of whom were soldiers under Wenk's command.

Wrestle with the fearless Scoia'tael, or get shot dead with arrows with splitting needles.

And there were quite a few of the demon hunter's companions, as well as the six-member dwarf squad.

Although covered in blood, the armor and weapons are badly worn.

I just suffered a little skin trauma.

Roy breathed a sigh of relief, his intervention finally changed the fate of several dwarves!

But the atmosphere was a little strange.

In this encounter, their side won a complete victory, but the atmosphere in the field was quite depressed, without any joy or excitement.

Beside the convoy, the messy ground had not been cleaned up, and overturned wooden barrels were scattered everywhere, some of which were smashed into pieces.

The contents inside were spilled on the ground, and those so-called military supplies were exposed in front of pairs of eyes—it was nothing but ordinary gray stones, whose value was far less than that of salted fish.

"Aid to King Aden Demawi?" Yarpan Ziegrin gritted his teeth and said the destination of the trip, which was not the support of some Kaedwen soldiers.

but to Aden.

He quickly jumped onto a carriage, and unceremoniously split open a pair of wooden boxes with an ax in front of everyone.

The crack revealed hard and rough cyan edges and corners.

The box is full of stones.

"This is the extremely important secret assistance that King Henselt asked us repeatedly before leaving! A significant escort?" Eyes staring like plates looked around at everyone present.

The five dwarves, livid in disbelief, hissed their throats with rage.

The demon hunters looked stunned. They had long been keenly aware that the wheel marks of the carriage were too deep, and the things in the large boxes on the carriage were surprisingly heavy.

But I didn't expect it to be a stone.

Even the children in the middle of the convoy remained silent, but their eyes were full of curiosity. Why did the dwarves protect such a pile of worthless things?

A tall quartermaster stepped out of the Kaedweni soldiers in black and gold.

Even the jacket was intact.

A deep guilt appeared on his indifferent cheek.

"Sorry for keeping it from you for so long...Your Excellency Yarpan, I will tell you the truth, this escort is a trap." Wen Ke bowed towards the dwarf with an apology at the corner of his mouth, "In order to lure the lurking Scoia'tael in the forest."

"In order to prevent the supplies from being robbed by them, these stones are used instead."

"A trap for the Scoia'tael?" Paulie Dahlberg clenched his beloved hand crossbow, and swung his bushy beard over his right shoulder, "It's a trap for us to die! If it wasn't for the master witcher to join in the middle. "

He couldn't help but look at the witcher's convoy gratefully.

"There are only fifty of us, and we have been killed by this group of Scoia'tael!"

"What did you... do to us!" Bernie said in a tone of shame and anger. He even had the determination to die for this pile of rocks. "Who do you think we are?"