God-level Demon Hunter

He turned his eyes to the back and squatted at the door of the dormitory. A group of orphans who were overly frightened like quails glanced fiercely at the middle-aged men who were tied up beside them, and told the whole incident from the beginning.

While listening, Roy looked at the group of orphans in the temple who were abandoned by their families, abused by adults, and brainwashed by the god of evil omens. There was deep confusion and fear on each of their small faces. Fear, they were also secretly observing this tall new witcher, and there seemed to be some other apprehension and expectation in their eyes.

Roy paused when he noticed that the blond hair and brown eyes in the group of children resembled Ciri's face,

Angola? !

The bruised and swollen girl noticed his eyes and stared back viciously, just a rebellious cat.

"This is the so-called strike right."

Roy couldn't help but lament the wonder of fate.

Angulan is not an ordinary little girl, she has left a strong mark in the original history of the witcher.

The girl who never forgot to open a brothel in Toussaint will join Geralt's girl-hunting team in the future, and eventually rush to Styggar Castle, where she was stabbed in the thigh and bled to death in order to save Ciri.

Before that, she had an extremely rough life. She was tortured in a temple serving Luan pedophile, and then she encouraged several friends to join forces to kill and escape.

But because of Roy's intervention, Abigail, the priest of the god of ominous omens, left the Vizima sewer ahead of time, and took over the mess of the temple brothel by mistake.

Angulan's hope of escaping was completely cut off!

If it weren't for these two apprentices with a strong sense of justice who happened to pass by, Angulan would have died indirectly because of this little butterfly.

Roy's eyes softened, and he suddenly felt that the two reckless little apprentices were unexpectedly cute.

"We saved so many people from the clutches of that big spider, it's worth taking a little risk!"

Satisfied, Arkham stretched out his hand and squeezed the hilt on the back of the sword. He lived up to the motto on the sword.

Carl couldn't help but smile knowingly upon seeing this.

He looked up at the witcher with longing in his eyes.

"Good job." Roy patted the shoulders of the two in approval, and did not criticize them too much.

Everyone has their own path, even if they die because of it, it is their own choice.

Even if he persuaded and reprimanded him over and over again, he couldn't change it.

Only time and tempering can make them truly mature.

"I just want to mention one thing, Arkham, you shouldn't deliberately provoke Karl, and you shouldn't force others to understand you and have the same point of view as you."

"Have you forgotten that period of real history? Being stubborn and forcing others is the source of the division of the Demon Hunter Cult!"

"Compatibility and harmony, advancing with the times, is the way of the brotherhood!"

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, teacher!" Arkham blushed immediately with shame, and bowed apologetically to his companions, "Boss Carl, I shouldn't have provoked you, and what did I say to help you take care of Vicky!"

"Enough!" Carl turned pale with fear, "I forgive you, don't mention it again, I'm so angry when I think of that possibility!"

……

"Little ghosts, let's get back to the point now. The Temple of Lebioda has been destroyed, and these children have become homeless again. Where should they go?"

Roy spoke in a negotiating tone, and turned to the three fat men who were tightly tied up by the apprentices and whose mouths were blocked by shorts.

"There are still these pedophiles!"

"We just checked the cubs," Carl deliberately raised his voice so that everyone in the yard could hear clearly, "After you came back, the brand of the black Grebar disappeared in an instant, and I can guarantee that they have recovered. It's normal, it's impossible to become an out-of-control spiderman again!"

"Can you bring them all back to Gawain's House?"

Arkham looked over pleadingly, and the group of children quietly pricked up their ears and held their breath.

"I see, some children are too old to accept the grass trial."

Roy said regretfully,

"Hmph!" Angulan propped up his limp body on a bloody table leg in dissatisfaction, and looked around, as if looking for something.

Most of the children's shoulders trembled, and some began to sob.

After being tortured for many years, they never left the temple, and they really couldn't see where the future lies.

"However, if the two of you are willing to guide them hand in hand and let them integrate into the school, it's not impossible to take them back! Eighteen mouths, the fraternity can still afford it."

Roy suddenly changed his voice, and everyone's hearts were in such ups and downs. The crying passed through the entire courtyard and became louder.

But they couldn't help showing a smile at the corners of their mouths.

"Mr. Roy, you are still so young, don't learn the tricks of those old men!"

Carl muttered softly.

"As for those criminals?" Roy rubbed his temples, pondering,

Arkham's eyes flashed coldly, "How about handing it over to the suffering master?!"

……

The man was tied up and placed in front of a group of vulnerable children.

Most orphans subconsciously avoid those who tortured them severely, just like a silly roe deer encountering natural enemies, almost burying their heads in the snow.

But Angulan has always been a different kind, her thin body hides amazing courage, she set an example for all her companions, first picked up the blood-stained table leg, and savagely hit the man's buttocks and head.

Then he gave his companion a commanding look.

Maybe it was obedience left behind in the past, maybe it was because he finally mustered up the courage, the second red-haired boy couldn't help but took over the legs of the table, and hesitantly beat them a few times, not so lightly as punishment, but like It's a lover's touch.

Then, it seemed to be a game of drumming and passing flowers.

All children involuntarily begin to repeat this action.

After one round, the situation got out of hand, and their beatings became more and more violent. Some felt that the punches were too light, and they picked up broken bricks and smashed them.

The gagged man couldn't even groan.

The orphans' faces were flushed, their eyes were bloodshot, and their throats hissed with anger and fear. Just like the men who tortured them cruelly in the past, they retaliated fiercely!

In the end, the man who once committed evil lost his breath under the immature fists, feet and sticks, his flesh and blood were bloody and he couldn't see his human form.

There were only a group of crying and laughing teenagers and girls left in the courtyard, their faces were covered with tears, but their thin and rickety backs were quietly straightened, giving them a trace of vitality that they never had before!

People who are tortured by fate, people who are in pain, can only grow if they learn to resist.

Roy quietly squeezed the relic of the god of omens in his hand.

He has a hunch that it will come in handy soon!

……

"This is the retribution they deserve!"

Arkham walked up to Angoulin and comforted him.

Without saying a word, the girl dug out the bones of her companions Pamela and Celia who had fled together from the ruins, and tied them to her back with precious weight. She was going to fulfill her promise and take them to escape together. go out!

……

"Where are you going next, first go back to the Temple of Elland Meritelli?"

Carl and Roy stood next to the statue, looking at the small faces, both relieved and looking forward to asking,

"Little devil, don't think that I don't know what you're thinking. I've been thinking about dating since I was young? Want to see Vicky?"

Carl blushed, bowed his head in shame at his inappropriate thoughts,

Roy laughed teasingly, his silver-gray eyes sparkled,

"I want to fulfill you! Go to Long Exeter first, let Dandelion bleed, and buy a set of clothes for everyone!"

……

Boom!

The raging flames tore through the tranquility of the morning, and the corpses and statues, sins and pains in the Temple of Lebioda were reduced to ashes with the boiling flames.

The firelight pierces the darkness, and eighteen teenagers and girls supporting each other embark on a fresh, exciting journey that is different from their past lives.

The two witcher apprentices who were walking ahead accidentally glanced back.

On the bundle behind Angulan, the smoke and flames clearly outlined the phantoms of the two little girls.

The one on the left has a delicate face and a petite figure, with long blond hair, big bright eyes, and a straight nose that shows a stubborn character.

The one on the right has short black hair, a slender figure, a thick padded jacket, and a few playful freckles on his red face.

Deep gratitude appeared on the two little faces, and they solemnly bent down and bowed to the apprentice witcher.

Maintain a respectful attitude for a long time.

The crystals from the corners of the eyes scattered into the air, and were evaporated by the sun like dewdrops.

Thank you, Carl, Arkham!

There was a faint crisp sound.

Goodbye, Pamela, Celia, we will take good care of these juniors!

Carl and Arkhamtom waved their hands involuntarily, watching them fade away and disappear into the sky.

The two apprentices looked at each other and smiled.

The scorching sun was like fire, showing two sincere smiling faces.

The two hands clapped heavily and clenched into a ball!

No.20 Vol.[-] Shadow Homecoming

Chapter 1 Ciri and Elene

Whoa!

Skellige's howling wind blows the sea, the blue waves beat the coastline tirelessly, and the splashing white foam is coated with dazzling golden spots by the noon sun.

A 13-year-old girl stood on the edge of a raised reef near the sea, holding her infant babbling aunt, and listening to the adventure stories told by the boy opposite.

The wind blew the silver ponytail behind her head playfully swaying left and right, and the gorgeous and warm sealskin cloak on her back was also clinging to her body, showing slender and youthful curves.

As she listened, her bright little face was blushing with excitement, and her emerald green eyes were like a sea of ​​trees shaking in the forest,

"Demon hunters don't lie to demon hunters! A girl who looks exactly like me really came to the school?!"

"I, Monty, swear in the name of the Snake Sect Demon Hunter," the young witcher boy in a heroic brown leather armor and scarlet vertical pupils patted his chest, and said seriously with his delicate and delicate face, "She She looks like your twin, the only difference is that she is older than you, her hair is bright straw color, her eyes are dark brown... Wait, Falga, when did you become a witcher?!"

Monty squinted his eyes and looked up and down this beautiful and noble girl. From the pupils, he had nothing to do with a witcher, "Ms. Yennefer said that the ugly girl is going to be the queen of magic! You have never done the green grass test." Practice!"

"Hmph! I have not only received special training as a demon hunter, but also learned magic systematically under the guidance of Yennefer and Grandma Coral," Shirley said with a tight fair face, turning her face around, and said solemnly, "They all praised me It's a little genius, in my opinion there is no conflict between the witcher queen and the magic queen!"

As she spoke, she hugged her little aunt skillfully with her right hand, and waved the five commands of her left hand in a dazzing way. Aqua blue magical aura appeared in the air, and the rich water elements outlined a lifelike fish. Its swaying crystal tail, The dense gills of the fish swim slowly around Monty, blowing out air bubbles.

Among the four elements, the water element is the most docile, and the Skellige Islands are full of water vapor, and there are magic intersections everywhere.

Thanks to various conveniences, Xili has made rapid progress in water spells in the past two years.

Boo!

Splashes of water!

The elemental fish exploded, and the demon hunter was smeared, and he had no choice but to wipe away the fishy smell of the sea.

Seeing this, Shirley laughed,

"Back to the point! What's the girl's name?"

"Angulan!"

"Interesting name! I must find a chance to have a good chat with her! She looks so similar to me, so it can definitely help me!"

The girl was in a happy mood, and she couldn't help patting the swaddling baby in her arms gently—the little baby girl with green eyes narrowed into slits, braided in shofar horns, and carved in pink and jade thought that this big niece was teasing her, and her chubby little hands grabbed He grabbed one of the girl's slender fingers, stuffed it into his mouth and sucked it, while making a rattling sound.

Monty followed her movements and couldn't help laughing for a while.

During this trip to Skellige, he found out that Falga had a grandma and a young aunt for no reason. When they first met, everyone thought that Falga got married and had children at a young age. She blushed jokingly.

"Don't laugh!" Seeing this, Ciri glared at him, puffed out her small chest, and pretended to be arrogant, "You and I are of the same generation, and Eleni is my lovely elder—"

She gently pinched the baby girl's chubby face, and the little guy giggled like a little white flower watered by the drizzle,

"She is also your elder, you should have the most basic respect for her, call auntie to listen! Quick!"