God-level Demon Hunter

"Don't be impatient, everyone, to be exact, there are 150 people in the convoy!" A knight in shining armor stepped out from Commissioner Wenk, and explained to the dwarves with a calm expression, "I am Fredegard, Fengheng According to the order of King Seth, lead a group of elite Kaedwenian warriors to follow the convoy and protect everyone!"

His tone was full of businesslike indifference.

"Haha!" Yannick laughed back angrily, and roared at the knight, "You guys came just in time! The battle is over and you just showed up! Help us clean up the battlefield! Dear Sir Frederick, you are really Helped us a lot!"

He bowed ostentatiously to the Kaedweni soldiers.

"I thank you!"

"No, it's not a trap for Scoia'tael."

Roy walked out of the crowd, his sharp eyes swept over Commissioner Wenk, as well as the knights and newly opened soldiers

"What do you mean, Roy?"

"Bernie, I actually have a guess!"

The witcher broke through the excuse the quartermaster was trying to maintain.

"This secret operation to transport the escort stones is just a design of King Henselt to test whether you are traitors."

"My benevolent lord of Kaedwen, I wonder if you have long been in league with the Scoia'tael."

"He wants to see if you dare to fight the Scoia'tael for real!"

this moment.

The entire battlefield was silent.

There was a trace of pity and sympathy in the eyes of the demon hunters.

The dwarf dragon hunting team, as a member of the ancient race, betrayed the Scoia'tael compatriots, and served the human emperor loyally, even at the same sword.

But in exchange for doubts and temptations.

A temptation that cost their lives.

"Wink, old man, tell me the answer!" Yarpan looked at the quartermaster with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Yarpan...Reagan, Bernie...forgive us." Wenk bowed his head in pain, "but everything is over, the danger and suspicion are over."

"I will tell His Majesty Henselt when I go back, you are not spies, you have not betrayed!"

He looked up and swept the six dwarves earnestly.

"I will guarantee you with my personality and reputation! Your Majesty will understand!"

……

The six dwarves standing side by side did not say a word, turned their heads slowly, and swept everyone around Wenk, the new soldiers, the soldiers who fought side by side just now, the colleagues who fell on the ground, and the two hundred corpses of Scoia'tael.

After a moment of silence.

"It's no longer necessary." Yarpen Ziegrin's tone carried a deep-rooted tiredness and disappointment.

He ignored Wink's gaze.

Look at the witcher.

"Masters, I'm afraid I will disturb you next time, the six of us want to take a ride."

"Welcome!"

Roy nodded happily.

Chapter 7 Let's Go to Nordic City

I don't know how long it took.

With a heartbreaking groan, Toruwell completely got rid of the hypnotic influence of Axi's sign, opened her eyes dizzily, and was surprised to find that she was in a dark cave. Vasili Sleeping not far away, the thigh wound was wrapped with a bandage.

And Evelyn squatted under a flickering torch, staring at a crystal in her hand without blinking, her face was complex, sad, grateful, and hatred intertwined.

"Evelyn, where are we?"

Toruwell supported his sore body, walked over and patted Vasili's cheek, and the latter let out a "huh" and woke up from his lethargy.

"He let us go," said Avelyn mechanically.

"Demon hunter? But why? Hiss—" Vasili's fingers released green light, relieving the pain of the wound, "That executioner killed so many of our compatriots, but he wanted to let a few of us go."

"There are so many reasons?" Toruwell patted her small chest that was scorched black by the electric shock, and said happily, "It must be for Aveline's sake! It's better to be alive than to be dead." Be strong!"

"This is a disgrace!" Vasily said bitterly, clutching her chest, "More than 200 compatriots died, and we are the only ones left to survive. How can we explain to Felavanderi and Francesca?!"

"What I said before, all those who offended the demon hunters are dead. You don't believe me, but you want everyone to die! If you can't get angry... go down and accompany them by yourself!" Toruwell clapped her little hands and the dirt on the clothes, stood up, and walked towards Aveline, "As for me and Aveline, we will keep our useful bodies and continue to work for Ai Li Ruien!"

"When I'm sure all the demon hunters have left, I'll bring news to Russell that all of you were killed in battle, and collect the corpses for you."

Hearing this, Vasili could not help but curl up in a ball in the corner in pain, her face flushed red with shame.

If she and Kensafa hadn't insisted on a sneak attack, everyone wouldn't have had to sacrifice.

More than 20 mutants, an unstoppable army!

"Don't go to Russell." Evelyn shook her head suddenly, took a deep breath, and the last exhortation of the witcher appeared in her mind. That familiar and kind face had already made her extremely strange.

But after all, he took the risk to give himself a yard.

One more point came to my heart.

These indifferent attacks and indiscriminate killings of innocent people did not make Evelyn feel happy or happy at all, especially the compatriots around her, who were decreasing one by one.

The pain cannot be increased.

If you spare my life, I will listen to you once!

"Vasili, open the portal. I want to go back to Blue Mountain!"

"What do you want?"

"I want to see Her Majesty Francesca, and have a message for the witcher!"

……

It's just dawn.

The demon hunter's convoy left the messy battlefield.

"What are your plans next?"

Roy, who was sitting on the slowly moving carriage, looked at the quartermaster Wenk, the carriage full of stones, and Kaedwen's soldiers gradually disappeared from sight, and asked,

"Return to Mahakam from Kaedwen's southern border? Or come with us to the Temple of Meriteri?"

Bernie and Reagan Dahlberg looked unwilling.

They came to Kaedwen to serve the king, and they also wanted to make a name and return to their hometown, but now they left in despair, and their ambitions were far from being realized.

"I don't want to go back to Mahakam so early... to marry a wife and have children, and to guard... the mountain road that the birds don't shit on." Bernie said.

Yarpan shook his head, played with the ax at his feet, and looked at the tung trees passing by slowly, "I let the elder Brovar Hogg speak harshly, and I will never go back!"

"Find another wise king to serve?" Lambert, who was sitting in the third carriage, glanced at the six dwarves jokingly, "I heard that Foltest, the king of Temeria, is a king who cares about soldiers. Wisdom, Generous and hardworking."

None of the witchers objected,

As we all know, playing for Foltest is much more reliable than playing for King Henselt.

This fellow, unlike the other kings in the North, did not hate the Old Races.Instead, he was fluent in the Old Tongue and an expert in Elvish poetry and dwarven ale.

Although merciless towards Scoia'tael, Foltest was willing to trust the Old Races.

"And the kid maintains a good relationship with Foltest's daughter, Yada." Lei Suo's thick voice suppressed the wheels and crushed the ground. The sound of horseshoes kicking and harnesses colliding made everyone in the convoy tremble. I can hear you clearly.

"Roy also has a close relationship with the goddess on the shore of Lake Vizima." A smile appeared on the corner of Oakes' mouth, and he added that it was not messy enough.

Grim, who was trying his best to keep Oreo sitting upright like a knight in the carriage, froze, and looked at Roy with burning eyes.

This guy actually knows the Goddess of the Lake, why has no one ever told me about it?

And Rita Nieder paused her fingers for straightening Renee's deciduous teeth, and scanned Roy with a dull expression in front of her.

Brothers Bernie, Yannick, and Reagan pulled the reins, slowing down the speed of the carriage, with excited expressions on their faces.

"Actually, they and I are just allies." Roy cleared his throat.

"No need." Yarpan pressed the pedal under his feet, while oiling and maintaining his beloved hand crossbow, he said, "Through this escort, I understand one thing. Even with my heart King Henselt, who has served for many years, has insulted me with doubts and temptations... other kings will only get worse."

"These rulers have almost the same virtue, and they don't really trust the dwarves. Why should we put our hot faces on our cold butts?"

After saying this, Yarpan heaved a sigh of relief, and a trace of open-mindedness and cheerfulness returned to his gloomy face.

And the five dwarves couldn't help nodding when they heard the boss's conclusion.

The dwarves' gift for optimism made them forget their sorrows.

There is no father here, there is a place to keep the father!

"It just so happens that you are going to Ireland on this trip. Let's go there and visit our old friend Dennis Kramer. Let's talk about the future."

"Actually, I have a suggestion. If you still want to prove that ancient races and humans can coexist peacefully, you might as well give it a try!"

"Let's hear it! I don't want to give up all my previous efforts!" Yarpan showed obvious heartbeat.

There was a trace of sincerity on Roy's face, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "In my opinion, today, the only place where it is possible to ease the conflict between ancient races and human beings is..."

"Where?" Bernie looked at him curiously,

"Koviel and Purvis?" Reagan slapped his head, his beard twitching, "You want us to 'go to Purvis'?"

The eyes of the dwarves suddenly lit up,

"Kevir and Povis are located in the northernmost part of the continent, close to the Feilong Mountains and far away from the Yaruga River. As a permanent neutral country, they are not threatened by Nilfgaard. They also have developed sea transportation and mineral deposits, a prosperous economy, and an enlightened atmosphere. The coast also accepts all kinds of immigrants! Many pioneering humans, ancient races, and even mages gathered there."

"If you want to spend the rest of your life with peace of mind, that place is a good choice." Roy changed the topic, "But Kevier lives in a corner, and his influence on the entire world is extremely limited, and he cannot change the policies of the northern countries. "

"In my opinion, the only place where it is possible to reverse the ancient racial prejudice is Novigrad, which is located in an important place, has many ports, and blends all ethnic groups!"

"You want us to fight in Liberty City?" Yarpan gave the horse that pulled the cart a whip, "You want us to join gangsters?"

He raised his dark and thick eyebrows, with a trace of disdain on his face, "I do know that there is a butcher Cleaver in Nordic City, who manages the fellow dwarves over there. Narrow-minded, short-sighted, only staring at the petty profit in front of him."

Yarpin judged the leaders of the three major gangs,

"It can't be a big weapon! It can't change the situation of the ancient race!"

"It's not Cliff." Roy turned his head, his silver-gray eyes slowly scanned the faces of the six dwarves on the front and rear carriages, and said slowly, "You, go to Archbishop Cyrus of the Eternal Flame."

Yeh——

The dwarf seemed to be terrified, he pulled the rein, and the horse raised its front hooves and neighed.

"What?" Yarpan opened his bloody mouth with a bloody look on his face, "We, the dwarves, are going to be thugs for the eternal flame? Are you serious?"

"I... all my life... I only believe in the holy mountain of Mahakam..." Bernie in the back row shook his head desperately, "I don't believe it, what eternal fire!"

"Master Roy, everyone," Reagan asked with disbelief on his face, "Didn't you kill hundreds of people from Eternal Flame? Your relationship with Eternal Flame shouldn't be very good, right?"

Not too bad, it should be the enemy.

Although the archbishop didn't blame the witcher on the surface.

Roy's approach, no matter how you look at it, seemed to push them into a fire pit!

"Sometimes, the facts are completely contrary to what everyone has heard." Roy said sincerely, "Yarpan, Bernie, Reagan... If you believe us, you might as well go to the Noble City Song and Dance Hall, find Dandelion, and convey my words .”

The witcher looked around, and the convoy drove into the boundless wilderness, green vegetation, yellow soil, gurgling streams, the sky was high and the land was wide, and his mind was clear.

"He will arrange for you to meet Archbishop Cyrus. After the chat, you will know what kind of person this Archbishop is."

Roy's mind once again had the expression of the shapeshifter Gigi tied to the stake, looking death at home.

If there is anyone in this world who most wants to eliminate prejudice between different races and make all beings equal, then it is undoubtedly your Excellency.

The current Archbishop of Eternal Flame!

Moreover, there are hundreds of temples and altars of the Eternal Fire all over the northern border, second only to the goddess Melitelli in influence. This huge organization has the slightest possibility of eliminating the barriers between ancient races and humans.

The ideals of the dwarves such as Yarpan coincide with the shapeshifter, and they are simply the best partners!

"Isn't Dandelion a bad poet?" Yarpan squeezed the ax under his feet, puzzled, "Why did you let the dignified archbishop see us, a bunch of little people?"

"Don't underestimate yourself, you masters have hunted giant dragons, petrified lizards, and ogres..." Oakes snapped his carrot-thick fingers and patted horses continuously, "You can be regarded as a great hero."

"Absolutely qualified to talk to Archbishop Cyrus!"