God-level Demon Hunter

But the most eye-catching person present was the blonde beauty Margarita Laux Antille, whose skin was as smooth as jade, and her body was as perfect as a marble sculpture, full of mature temperament.

"Radcliffe's unwillingness to attend has already stated his master Demavi's position. There is no need to wait for him." Tishaya shook her head and sighed. You are participating in this teleconference to discuss a vital issue."

"I believe everyone has heard that not long ago, in September 1266, Demavi, Foltest, Vizimir II, Henselt, and Queen Meve of Leiria and Livia gathered at the Haji Fortress, in response to the increasingly rampant atrocities of the Scoia'tael, has decided to take tougher measures—to centralize and manage all the ancient races."

Teshaya paused, and looked meaningfully at her colleagues in the binoculars who are also royal advisors, "In the days to come, all the ancient races in the north will have a very difficult life."

"But in my opinion, the decision of the kings was too extreme. Not all the ancient races were instigated by Nilfgaard to undermine the unity of the north. On the contrary, except for the group living in the Blue Mountains, the other members followed Law-abiding citizens should not be implicated."

"Are you pitying them?" Sabina, Kaedwin's advisor, squealed with fiery eyes. "According to me, the non-human races deserve this fate! What have they done in recent years?" Good thing? Hiding in the woods, bushes and bushes, he jumped out suddenly, attacked the caravans in the north like crazy, and killed passing humans, even the old and weak, women and children, it's completely unconscionable!"

Angry words echoed in the hall.

"Calm down, Sabina!" Tishaya squeezed her fists hard, "I repeat, not all ancient races are Scoia'tael executioners."

Francesca, who was silent, frowned slightly, feeling quite disgusted with the title executioner.

But Sabina jumped up emotionally and broke away from the projection for a moment,

"These are bullshit! Dwarves, elves, and gnomes, even if they didn't blatantly join the Scoia'tael, they are secretly helping their compatriots evade capture, providing food and weapons. Lock them all up to prevent future troubles!"

"I agree! These heinous crimes are nothing more..." Philippa, Redania's royal advisor, continued to fan the flames, expressing her position, "They went so far as to assassinate the king of the north. Foltest was in Soden I was lucky enough to escape the catastrophe... This reminded me that I strengthened the defenses around His Majesty Vizmir II in time..."

There was a trace of inexplicable regret in her tone, "Otherwise, Redania has already ushered in its new king—Radovid V."

"Your Majesty was also assassinated?" Triss covered her mouth in surprise,

"It was these two failed assassinations that angered the king of the north, and there was the Haji Fortress summit not long ago." Hafi Liba grabbed the huge braid and nodded, raising her voice, "Dear Principal Tishaya, I I know that you, as well as Hen Gedimides, Alto Tranova, and the long-lost Vigofortez from the Association of Talents and Skills, have always had a good impression of the elves. But this time I will let you down , the few of us are mere soft-spoken magic advisors, powerless to change the king's will."

"Let me ask, which king can forgive the assassins who offend their dignity and attack them?"

Triss twisted her reddish-brown hair with her index finger in distress after hearing this.After the assassination against Foltest, she was hypnotized by a high-ranking vampire on the way to find the Cat Pie assassin.

"The king can't implicate the innocent." Francesca's innocent eyes were full of sarcasm, "And have you forgotten? The actions of the Scoia'tael today are so gentle compared to what humans have done before." outrageous."

Hundreds of years ago, humans slaughtered most of the elves who ruled the mainland, and drove them into the barren Blue Mountains to replace them.

Now the uproar in the north is but the belated revenge of the elves.

The elf sorceress added,

"Everyone, I declare in advance that this is not alarmist talk. Since the human king can regard all ancient races as aliens and drive them to extinction, he will raise his butcher knife against me who has mastered the energy of chaos, and my sisters! We must stop this trend. "

"Shut up, Enid Findabe!" Sabina gave Daisy of the Valley a hard look, "Look in the mirror and see your pointy ears and the makeup around your eyes, just like those crazy elves , you will naturally speak for them. But don’t forget your identity and the oath you swore to the Northern Warlock Association!"

As she spoke, she glanced at Yennefer covertly. This sorceress has a quarter of elven blood, and she may also have the possibility of eating inside and outside.

Francesca took a deep breath, clenched her delicate fists in her lower abdomen, and fell silent.

Ye Naifer quietly exchanged glances with Triss and Coral. The three of them had a close relationship with the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters. Roy had learned that Francesca was trying to occupy the Valley of Flowers and restore the Elf Kingdom. The leader of the Scoia'tael who left the fate of the Clan to the Emperor of Nilfgaard in the south.

But the three never said anything.

To this day, most of the North Warlocks Guild are kept in the dark about their identities as traitors and spies.

"Arguing is useless." Margarita, another dean of Arethusa, raised her head and calmed down the anger in the hall with a smile, "Since this hasty meeting can't resolve differences, why don't you all have a detailed discussion face to face? "

"I hereby invite you all to come to Shaned Island on the [-]st of next month to participate in a grand meeting. Not surprisingly, colleagues from all associations will be present. One of the important topics in the meeting is to discuss how the northern kings treat ancient Whether the policy of race is appropriate."

"Furthermore, the situation is dire and the Second Civil War is not far away. The association must prepare ahead of time."

Margarita's soft blue eyes sweep over the projected women,

"At that time, the sisters must be there."

There was a moment of silence in the arena, and the eyes of the sorceresses turned and their thoughts swirled.

All association members?

Francesca made a major decision in an instant, taking advantage of the Sunid Island meeting to remove all stumbling blocks.

Philippa glanced at her covertly, thinking the same, it was time to clean up these northern traitors.

"I'm quite comfortable in Koviel," Syl said reluctantly, "I'm not interested in meddling in messy politics."

"No, chaos is coming, no one can stay out of it, especially the women in the association! We must take responsibility and show our strength, and we cannot let the stinky men in the association dictate their own way!"

Philippa emphasized the word "female", and Xier, who is a female chauvinist, was immediately persuaded and nodded with a stern face.

"That's right, women should be in the dominant position in the Magic Association. Then I will be there on time."

"Can you bring other people to participate?" Rita Nieder interrupted suddenly,

"Who?" Tissaia asked.

"Witcher." Rita looked at Francesca, and the other party's exquisitely pretty face was covered with a layer of frost. It was obvious that the witcher had killed Scoia'tael twice.

But this time, she couldn't escape.

"Wow... Coral, you have been living in seclusion for so many years, and you just found a concubine outside without saying a word?" Kaila Metz stroked her small chin, a burning glow appeared in her hazel eyes, and she thought of her role as Fu Wang's bodyguard's wolf faction and snake faction demon hunters, those two strong men really brought her an unforgettable joy.

"How old? Young lad or mature man?"

Coral smiled and said nothing.

Triss turned her face away and sighed secretly.

"More than one..." Yennefer said, "I also ask to bring someone."

"Is Geralt of Rivia right? You have been separated for so many years and reunited?" Xi'er said with some disdain. She couldn't figure out how the foul-smelling, sloppy, and rude white wolf could win the heart of a noble sorceress. ?

Yennefer nodded with a smile.

Tissaia said hesitantly,

"This is an internal meeting of spellcasters. It's okay to join a few ordinary people with relevant interests, but there shouldn't be demon hunters wielding swords."

"What are you worried about?" Sabina licked her lips, showing an enthusiastic and seductive smile, "Could it be that a few demon hunters can influence the decision-making of a group of noble warlocks? Let them come, just in time for a dull meeting. A little special, interesting energy."

Satya glanced at Margarita beside her, who nodded after a little thought,

"Okay, Coral, Yennefer, just bring your men. But don't forget to teach them gentlemanly manners first, and make them abide by the rules of Shaned Island."

"Of course, we promise."

Chapter 2 The School of Damnation and Advance Arrangements

The catkins fluttered gently with the evening wind.

Angulan stood arched and stooped in the courtyard of Gao Wen's House, her hands spread apart into claws, her eyes glared angrily at the pale and thin man in black robe opposite her through bright straw-colored bangs, she suddenly threw herself forward, as vigorous as a lightning.

The petite body completed its transformation in mid-air—the hook-like nails drilled out of the ten fingers, the black mane like steel needles covered the back of the hands and neck, and a whip-like tail flicked out from behind the buttocks. The wolf head, eyes bloodshot, showing fangs!

Swah——

The sharp claws whizzed through the air and struck at the man's shoulder, but he dodged swiftly, as fast as teleporting, and the werewolf Angulan lost his target in a blink of an eye.

Roar!

The ear-piercing screams like night owls swayed through the air, and the cornfield outside the fence made golden ripples.

Angulan's expression froze, and she managed to turn half a circle. A huge force suddenly hit her crossed claws on her chest, and she was thrown away like a sandbag.

But she did not lose her balance, just like a feline falling from a high place, her spine burst instantly, her limbs tensed, her tail swung, and she landed in balance.

She stretched out her claws to touch it, and the warm blood stained the black hair between her palms red, and the thin and deep bloody mouth on the back of her neck was healing visibly with the naked eye.

On the other hand, the middle-aged man was not flushed or out of breath. He wiped a smear of blood from his fingertips, and grinned on his mean lips, as if he was playing a warm-up game.

His contempt ignited Angulan's anger, the scarlet vertical pupils between the wolf's head shrank into a slit, she grinned and showed her white teeth, screaming——

The animalized body further swelled, and the loose linen coat was torn apart by rock-like muscles. The two-meter-high body was flushed with blood, like a berserk little giant.

She leaned over, gasped heavily, and ran towards the opposite man on all fours like a beast.

boom!

The thin man was turned into a black bat swarm by the moment she struck.

Ghostly flew behind her, wrapped her body tightly like a carpet, and flew her into the air.

Move back and forth.

Roaring, roaring echoes endlessly!

Ten seconds later, the struggle stopped abruptly.

After a burst of irregular wriggling, the bat swarm recondensed into an ordinary-looking human male.

And Angulan, who got rid of the shackles, changed from the terrifying wolf form back to the human form, and crawled on the ground exhausted, with big holes in the blood-stained coat, revealing the girl's slender body and smooth skin, and the scars bitten by bats fades quickly.

"Feeling all right, ma'am?"

Akamtom, who was quietly watching the battle from the sidelines, led a group of children to surround Angulan, and thoughtfully put a large black cloak on her to cover up the half exposed spring.

The girl wiped off the sweat from her forehead, and smiled palely at her companions,

"I'm fine, I'm just so hungry I could eat a cow!"

As she spoke, she looked unwillingly at the barber opposite.

"Little lady, you should know how to be satisfied."

The high-ranking vampire Regis smiled and shook his head,

"Except for not being able to use spells, potions, and silver swords, your physical fitness and resilience surpass those of a rookie demon hunter who has just passed the green grass trial."

"It's no exaggeration to say that now you only need to move your claws to tear people who try to hurt you to pieces. With this power, you can protect yourself and your friends very well. That's it, I should leave Already, I'll come back to practice with you at this time tomorrow."

Regis jumped into the air and disappeared in a plume of black smoke.

Angulan quietly clenched her fists, feeling the strength in human form that was no less than that of an adult, the unwillingness on her face gradually dissipated, and a bright and confident smile appeared on her delicate cheeks.

The pain and torment he had suffered in the God of Ominous Orphanage in those years finally paid off.

All this is due to the generosity of the witcher.

"Congratulations, Angulan, or the first demon hunter of the Curse School in history!" Kalkstein walked from the alchemy room not far away, stroking his goatee, looking at the girl like a perfect work, Even the thick dark circles under the eyes are full of joy.

At the same time, the past few months of day and night research flashed through his mind——

An ingenious combination of the necklace of the curser and the gnat tooth of a lionhead spider creates a cursed trial that turns painful memories into power.

This sparring has proved that the curse trial is more efficient and safer than the grass trial.

A single transformation can transform into a powerful cursed body at any time-except for being more sensitive to silverware and emotional, there is no special weakness.

When they return to human form, their genes are no different from ordinary people, which means that they can also pass on the family line.

There is no reproductive isolation between them and ordinary people like demon hunters.

But the conditions of the Curse Trial are more stringent than the Grass Trial.

People who have not experienced extremely painful inhuman torture, who have suffered a lot, cannot activate the curse.

At present, only Angulan has successfully transformed.

"This is a huge breakthrough. The Brotherhood has a second trial path besides the Grass Trial!" Vesemir looked at Angulan in the children's pile, and announced in a formal and proud tone, "But more importantly Yes, child, you are welcome to join! From now on, you are also a member of the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters!"

"me……"

Angulan muttered, looking around at the demon hunters around with red eyes——

In order to witness this historic moment, Geralt from the Wolf Faction, Griffin from the Cat Faction, Ivar from the Snake Faction, Cohen from the Griffin Faction...and the group of young witchers Karl, Monty, Akka Mudu rushed back... A pair of vertical pupils showed deep acceptance and approval.

Since her birth, no one has ever treated her as tenderly as the witcher.

There has never been a day when her companions depended on her and admired her so much.

The girl squeezed the cloak tightly, her throat felt like a stone was blocked, she couldn't say a word, the sourness gushed out of her nose and eye sockets.

I, Angulan, have finally become a useful person!

"Wipe your tears, you don't need too much politeness."

Roy walked out of the crowd with a smile, and solemnly handed a badge with a wolf's head removed from the silver to her hand—different from the ferocious image of the traditional wolf school badge with grinning teeth, this badge has a wolf's head with a tightly closed kiss and calm eyes .

In the future, other cursed forms will appear, and the demon hunters will also tailor badges for other appearances.

"Angulan, remember," Roy patted the girl's thin shoulder encouragingly, "Appropriate anger can enhance fighting spirit, but it should not be too much. Don't let strong emotions destroy reason. Remember the image of the badge in your heart and learn to restrain yourself."

"After all, we demon hunters don't rely on our fists alone. In many cases, brains are more useful than force."

"I see, Mr. Roy!"

Angulan squeezed the badge tightly, nodded crisply, and a group of young girls around her cast envious eyes!