God-level Demon Hunter

"Children, the excitement is over here, let's go back to the classroom." Kalkstein raised his chin, "Angulan must undergo a comprehensive examination immediately to ensure that there are no sequelae!"

"As for you—" the alchemist led the girl, and looked at Roy, Geralt, and Vesemir, "Go to the conference room, don't keep the ladies waiting!"

……

Conference hall.

The magic light illuminated a long table covered with moth-eaten traces, and the surrounding area was full of people. Among them, a dozen or so little witchers sat upright and listened to the glamorous sorceress' story about the incident not long ago. Projection meeting.

"It's already been decided. At the beginning of next month, Francesca will attend the Shaned Island meeting...Principal Tissaya has also accepted my request to allow you to accompany me into the Lorsha Palace."

Coral stood behind Roy's seat, his hands gently supported his broad shoulders, his fiery hair fell down his cheeks, his blue eyes blinked at everyone,

"What are your plans for this upcoming meeting?"

"First of all, seize this rare opportunity to have a good talk with the Elf Queen... Coral, can you sit here? I want to watch you talk, I am not used to you being on top."

The red-haired sorceress sat obediently on his left, and Roy continued,

"For the safety of Ciri, Elene, and myself...we must ask Francesca for the coordinates of the plane where the Wild Hunt lives, and preemptively send their commander Alene Redding, Avalak the Sage, and Oberon Mukhitazi, King of the Alder, will all be wiped out, and all coveting and conspiracy against the blood of the ancients will be terminated."

Hearing about "Wild Hunt", everyone present looked serious, especially the Serpent faction who had suffered from it, and Geralt and Yennefer who were worried about Ciri.

Strangely enough though, the Wild Hunt hasn't been seen in years.

"Ms. Elf has two blood debts with us..." Serrit shook her head, "It's hard to persuade verbally. I suggest that you prepare for it in advance. If you can't do it softly, you can come hard."

"Are you sure you want to force a female sorceress in the headquarters of the association?" Yennefer's violet eyes shone with disdain, "Aren't you afraid of being burned to ashes by the overwhelming fireball?"

"There's no need to do anything." Geralt, who was beside the sorceress, stroked the gray stubble on his chin. "Although Vigfortz is dead, his assistant Lydia Van Braidevoort is standing with us now." This side, at present, is staying with Casca in Gos Velen."

"Lydia holds the evidence that Francesca colluded with Nilfgaard through Vigo. If the elf sorceress doesn't want to be accused by others, she can only choose to cooperate obediently."

"It doesn't make much sense to identify her as a traitor at the meeting." Roy shook his head, a strange cold light shot from his silver-gray eyes, and he looked around at his companions, "The blood of the ancients showed me the afterimage of the future. The Nied Island Conference will be the beginning of unrest in the North."

"What do you mean?"

Everyone pricked up their ears.

Roy took a deep breath, and the loud voice echoed in the conference room.

"I saw the magic aura dance wildly, blood flowed into rivers, flames shot up into the sky, and the huge explosion toppled the gorgeous palace... Francesca is already planning to tear her face apart at the Thaned Island meeting, with the Scoia'tael and others Collude with the warlocks in the south, join hands to eliminate dissidents."

"And Philippa, Redania's royal advisor, will also unite with the firm northern faction to eradicate all traitors in the assembly."

Roy glanced at the pale red-haired sorceress, the freckles on the bridge of her nose were trembling, "Triss, believe me, Philippa will invite you and Keira to join the plan soon."

Triss pursed her lips tightly. Once these southern spies got their way, the north would inevitably suffer the scourge of war again. She——would accept Philippa's invitation without hesitation.

Roy turned to Yennefer again,

"Because of your quarter elf blood, you will be considered a traitor by Philippa."

The sorceress froze instantly, and Geralt quietly took her cold hand.

"Valley Daisy, looks beautiful and beautiful, but is so hard-hearted. But how dare she? How can she attack the colleagues of the association?"

Rita Needle still shaking her head in disbelief,

Lambert touched the hairline, and the corner of his mouth grinned ironically,

"Think about it. In recent years, Francesca has sent many Scoia'tael compatriots to jump into the fire pit to die in order to restore the elf kingdom. What else can't be done!?"

"What's the result?" Coral rose red nails tapped the table lightly, making a "dang" sound, dispelling the haze that weighed on everyone's hearts, "Did you see that warlock who was crawling around succeeded?"

Roy said, "The phantom told me that after this battle, more than half of the warlocks from the northern faction, the southern faction, and the neutral faction were killed or injured. The Northern Warlock Association was completely disbanded after this conflict, and Nilfgaard took the opportunity to launch the Second Invasion War."

"So, everyone, in this meeting, we not only need to ask Francesca about the whereabouts of the Wild Hunt, but also have to think carefully about whether we should continue to remain neutral, or stand on the side of the northern countries?"

"Brotherhood, do you want to intervene in the turmoil on Shaned Island? Everyone should make this decision together."

Roy used to plan to punish the wild hunting while helping the elves stay away from the war and find a more suitable land for their survival, but Francesca refused to meet again and again, and he was no longer interested in being a licking dog.

"Little devil, have you forgotten, you killed a large number of Nilfgaardians in the Battle of Cintra four years ago, and you have already chosen sides." Oakes expressed his opinion calmly.

Roy was silent.

"That shot was to protect Ciri and little Elene." Escal shook his white shiny head, and said in a rough voice, "I don't think it's time to meddle in other people's business this time—ask out of control The whereabouts of the hunt is enough, and at most, ensure that Yennefer, Coral, Triss, and Margarita, Kayla Metz and others who have a good relationship with them are not harmed."

"Our only enemy is the Wild Hunt."

Vesemir and Lambert from the Wolf faction, Seret, Resor, and Ivar Evileye from the Snake faction, Kayan, Vulture, and Aiden from the Cat faction, nodded in agreement, and Calm Pie Karl among the apprentices And a bunch of small followers around him also showed agreement.

In the past few years, the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters has almost never intervened in war and politics, and has developed smoothly.

Yennefer took Geralt's arm and said nothing.

Originally, her heart was towards the north, but Philippa regarded her as a traitor—she hated a hot face for a cold ass.

"But I..." Triss shook her red-brown hair excitedly, her big cornflower-colored eyes looked around earnestly at everyone, "I can't just sit back and watch my colleagues in the north be killed by those southern traitors!"

"I must control the traitors in the South and thwart their plot!"

"Teachers." Arkham and Lloyd beside him stood up suddenly, their immature faces were full of determination, their voices were clear and powerful,

"We grew up in the north, and we have the obligation and responsibility to contribute to the peace of our hometown!"

"Little devil, this is not an occasion for you to interrupt." Lei Suo's carrot-thick index finger "dong dong" twice, respectively flicked their foreheads, "obediently listen!"

Having said that, the prim poker face under the shiny bald head was quite moving.

This was the first time Triss made a request after joining the brotherhood.

Demon hunters have to pay attention.

"I hate destruction and destruction." Cohen, who abides by the way of chivalry, suddenly spoke while Arkham was frowning desperately. His tough cheeks shone with warmth under the setting sun outside the house.

"The conflict on Thaned Island will clear the way for Nilfgaard to go north again... At that time, the Black Armored Army will wreak havoc on our home and homeland again!"

"Since I knew about this in advance, I can't ignore it!"

Korn gripped the griffin talisman around his neck,

"Even if we don't directly participate in the war, we should try to change the outcome of the Shaned Island meeting and prevent the destruction of the northern faction warlocks!"

"As long as you don't participate deeply, it's not a violation of the principle."

"Just treat Triss, and me!"

The demon hunters fell silent, but their attitude of indifference changed.

"Dude, I understand your sense of justice..." Lambert folded his arms around his chest, his amber pupils shot enviously, "But don't forget, Principal Tishaya only allows Roy and Geralt to accompany the two ladies to enter Luoxia Palace... This means that the two of them have to face at least 20 traitors from the Northern Association, a large number of hungry sorceresses, and a large number of Scoia'tael, and they may be directly squeezed dry."

"Squeeze dry? If a dog can't spit out ivory, can't you be more serious?!"

Coral and Yennefer's eyes showed cold light, and terrifying magic power agitated from their bodies.

The pendant around Lambert's neck vibrated crazily, almost strangling him to death!

Aiden quickly put his arms around the shoulder of the stinky brother, and let him escape from the sea of ​​bitterness with his eyes turned white.

"Then why don't I bring Cohen into the meeting?" Triss looked gratefully at the Griffin faction with a clear banner,

"Three is not enough. Standing opposite is a group of the most powerful warlocks in the north."

Lei Suo exchanged glances with Ivar next to him, saw him nodding, and simply said loudly,

"How to do this, the other brothers and I, as well as this group of brats... rushed to Shaned Island to hibernate and prepare for support."

Triss folded her hands in front of her belly, bowed to everyone with a flushed face.

Serrit looked at Roy,

"But according to me, since we decided to interfere in the meeting, it's better to play big and let those 'new allies' take action."

Everyone's eyelids twitched, and images of a group of giant bats appeared in front of them.

Since Roy sent the Elder Shadow back to his hometown, the high-spirited people in the north have been under his control. No matter how rebellious they were before, they are as docile as a lamb when facing the demon hunter who has the blood imprint of the Elder Shadow, obeying him .

Therefore, Regis, who had always lived in isolation, had no choice but to be summoned to serve as a training partner for the new generation of demon hunters.

"320 eight high-level vampires are enough to destroy a country."

Ivar Xieyan looked at the Snake Sect junior in amazement,

"To be exact, it's the 110 three. The remaining half are still in a long sleep. It will cost a certain price to wake them up forcefully, and it's unnecessary."

"Besides, summoning high-level vampires is an extremely mana- and physical-consuming job."

Roy got up, walked to the window, rolled up his sleeves, revealing a bright red blood mark on his arm.

Caress lightly.

The magic power in the air began to boil, and the witcher badges around everyone's necks vibrated one after another.

The dazzling blood light suddenly lit up, like weaving a red mist.

"But Serrit is right. Only overwhelming force can solve the troubles on Thaned Island safely, quickly, and completely."

After the words fell, everyone stared wide-eyed and looked out of the window. Amid the golden sunset glow of the distant skyline, a large black cloud suddenly appeared, with scarlet lightning swimming among them.

Like the end of the world, the sky opened the mouth of the abyss.

Billowing dark clouds floated quickly, covering the alder forest around Gao Wen's house.

Puff puff!

A gust of howling wind blew past, dark clouds swelled, and torrential black rain fell in the courtyard, strangely condensing into tall, thin, cold figures with a terrifying and depressing aura.

The blood in the sky revealed pale faces and scarlet eyes.

They respectfully touched their chests and saluted towards the meeting room.

"Our new ally is ready, and the final decision will be made at that time!"

Chapter 3 Winter is coming

A distant world.

Tirnalia, the capital of the Kingdom of Ain-Eir.

Behind the catkins fluttering in the wind like a green yarn on the river, stands a palace.

Different from the usual marble and alabaster structures, the main body of this palace is made of slender white lace, ethereal, light and delicate, like a mirage suspended in mid-air.

The breeze blows, the catkins caress, the mist swims, the river ripples, and the palace seems to be rising with the wind at any time.

……

Pass the ivy-encrusted suspension bridge, the carved fountain, the mosaic-tiled statues, the arabesque-carved balustrades, the cloisters, the domes, the thin towers shaped like stalactites.

In a gorgeous room in the center of the palace, decorated with stained glass windows, mirrors, reliefs and floral tapestries, and chandeliers, stood a tall, thin man.

He was wearing a black jacket and a pair of traditional elf boots with buckles.

Long gray hair hung loose over his sloping shoulders and slid down his smooth back,

The hands holding the railing are white and slender, with slender fingers like a woman's.

But at this moment, the man stared out of the window at the lake where the swans swam, his eyes, like molten lead, were filled with profound vicissitudes.

"Ian Savini, Eredin and Caranthir?"

He turned around and glanced at the blond elf sitting in front of the low desk. The sunlight from outside the window reflected the black jacket with incredible brilliance, making his head seem to be surrounded by a holy halo.

"Your Majesty Oberon, call me Avalak."

"The two of them have just finished their long mission and are preparing their appearances. They will wait until they are refreshed and calm before coming to see them. And I can't wait to bring you good news."

The elf sage smiled gently, revealing a mouthful of white and small teeth without canines.

"Fortunately, we didn't disgrace our fate and managed to make Bai Shuang stop. This world has an extra six months of stability."

"Avallacq," Oberon looked at him seriously, speaking slowly as if every word had to be exhausted, "I will remember your contributions and sacrifices for the race."

"Your Majesty is serious. This is a duty that should be fulfilled." Avalak changed the subject, "Unfortunately, safety is only temporary."

"I don't know which ring has a problem. The power of Hoarfrost is constantly strengthening, and it is passing through the cosmic cracks at a speed beyond what was expected in the past, approaching the world of Ian Sidi and our world, especially the latter."

Oberon's face was serious, and he made a posture of listening attentively.

"In the past six years, the red knights led by Eredin have completely given up on looting, and focused on letting the navigator Caranthir travel through time and space to lure Hoarfrost—"

A shadow flitted across Avallac's face, and he waved his hand casually—in an elf-specific way, only movements, no spells.

A luminous curtain was suspended in front of the two, weaving a series of lifelike scenes——