God-level Demon Hunter

Strong whistling and rumbling horseshoes exploded, and a group of knights galloped in the chaos. The bull's head helmets swayed with the gust of wind, and the bloody red cloak fluttered behind them like a stretched banner.

In front of the cavalry, there were continuous gaps of shimmering light, and they kept entering and exiting, rushing from the darkness to another unknown realm.

From the beginning to the end, there was an endless white ribbon chasing after the red knights.Death followed, swift and irresistible, entangled in their rusted armor of interlocking steel rings, their tattered crests.

Cover their whole bodies with a layer of pale crystal ice edges.

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The bone-piercing chill fell with the raised horse's hooves, and it was about to break through the projection curtain, and circles of jagged white freezing air gushed out of the tall and majestic body of the red knight.

But the riders had firm eyes, led the frost wave, and galloped forward without hesitation——

Finally, after a shuttle, he got rid of the white nightmare behind him.

But the pitch-black dome was riddled with holes from countless shuttles, like a mirror surface that was forcibly glued together, full of cracks, and might be broken and collapsed at any time.

Faintly, there was a huge pale monster hiding behind the crack, peeping maliciously.

"As you can see, the red knights lured Hoarfrost away, but had to create more cracks, and the more cracks, the faster Hoarfrost would gather, which is equivalent to quenching thirst with poison."

Avalak raised a wine glass on the table, swirling the wine in it.

"It's like using a cup to hold back the rain that falls from the sky. When it's full, the water will overflow and rain down on our world, drowning, freezing, and obliterating all life."

Oberon nodded heavily, his elegant and thin cheeks were filled with fatigue and helplessness, and he looked increasingly old and decadent, "I remember the prophecy of the great sage Islini, which revealed that no matter how much delay it takes, the Age of Frost will eventually come. Now it seems that this process has been greatly accelerated, as for the reason, have you investigated it?"

"You have ruled the clan of Iron Hill for 600 years. It should be clear that Hoarfrost has only been interested in one thing from the beginning to the end. From ancient times, it has pursued our clan tirelessly, from one world to another The world is all about ending and devouring that bloodline."

"The blood of the elders." Oberon blurted out, rubbing the bridge of his nose, his tone was more decadent, his expression was helpless and full of boredom. "But in the past hundred years, there has only been one more navigator, Caranthir, in Ain-Air, an incomplete ancient bloodline, which has limited appeal to Hoarfrost, so it shouldn't be so long in advance."

"We have every reason to believe," Avalakh clenched his fists, his sea-like blue eyes flashed with heat, "the variable comes from the world of Ian Sidi (the witcher)."

"There is no doubt that when the age of hoarfrost comes in the prophecy, the 'Swift' who will regenerate the world has awakened the blood of the ancients, and the degree of awakening is extremely deep. The ability. It is her existence that attracts Bai Shuang to approach like crazy."

"Swift, Zireael, you are referring to my daughter who was tricked by the shameless human warlock Craignan," the Elf King flashed a trace of complicated warmth and guilt, "It should belong to you Fiancee Laura Doran."

"A descendant of Laura Doron's blood, to be precise."

Love and hate intertwined on Avallac's face.

In the nearly eternal life of elves, the greatest trouble is sex.

Kindred love quickly becomes stale, loses its freshness and excitement.

Therefore, some elves have feelings for humans belonging to alien races, and are attracted, coaxed, and abducted by them.

The successor of the ancient blood, Laura Doron, is the most famous representative among them, and she is also the chief culprit who caused the ancient blood to flow from the Aen El tribe to another world.

Ciri's ancestors.

Avalak let out a long sigh,

"Swift has matured...and in recent years, apart from dealing with Baishuang, I have never relaxed my search for her."

"I peeled away cocoons from a huge amount of historical documents, and finally found her whereabouts."

The elf sage once again created a light curtain, and in the curtain stood an inverted pyramid-shaped tree of blood, with the writing on the top——

Laura Doran April Hildahal, and Craignan of Lorde.

From top to bottom, through several generations, including the sixth generation of the lioness of Sintra, Calanthe, and her husband, Prince Aibin, Rogner;

Princess Pavita of Sintra, the seventh generation, and Donnie the Hedgehog (Emhyr Enress);

Finally, condensed into one name at the bottom, Cub of Cintra—

Cyrila Fiona Airon Reanlen

There was an instant silence in the gorgeous room.

The man who held the power of the Wild Hunt family, the sage who knew the blood of the ancients best, stared at the name, relatively speechless.

into long memories.

"I found out that after the Battle of Cintra... Calanthe and her granddaughter, Princess Ciri, who is pregnant with pure ancient blood, disappeared completely."

"In that world, it was even rumored that she had passed away... But the fact is exactly the opposite - Caranthir has detected the fluctuations of the blood of the ancients many times, and in Novigrad, Maribor, and Skellige Islands, the strongest Once, a few months ago, south in Vic Valor."

Avalak paused, then stood up abruptly, a frightening light appeared in his eyes,

"It's so strong, it's no less than hundreds of years ago, when the sons of the ancient blood in the clan sent the red knights to other worlds to fight."

"This is enough to prove that the blood of the ancestors has survived and has been fully revived."

Avallacq looked at Oberon,

"In the past few years, I have to cooperate with Eredin to guide Baishuang with all my strength, and I have no time to withdraw."

"But now, Your Majesty, the crisis is temporarily lifted. I beg you to send the most elite troops to go with me to the world of Ain Sidi and bring back the long-lost ancient blood in the ethnic group."

"This move must go all out. It may not be enough to send out the gate of the world to transform the ghost knight (Wild Hunt). There are strong humans among humans who understand the preciousness of the blood of the ancients and oppose us."

Arawak said earnestly,

"I hope that Eredin and the most powerful navigator, Caranthir, will take action, so that the red knights will materialize and teleport there, and search from place to place."

In the tens of thousands of years of the Ain-Eir family's history, the red knight is the pioneer of opening up the plane and the most powerful warrior.

Not only masters outstanding martial arts and spells (human magic is learned from elves).

In the process of constantly avoiding cosmic disaster, a few members even learned to use the power of Rime.

The severe cold poured down, and everything returned to death.

Oberon quietly tightened the golden collar around his neck - the symbol of the ruler, called "torc'h" in the ancient language.

After contemplating for a moment, he seemed to have been poked at a pain point, his face flushed abnormally,

"After the Red Knight brings Swift back, what then? Avalakh, don't you have the same idea as Eredin, asking me to breed with a mixed-race woman to create a new generation of ancient blood?"

Ciri is his great-granddaughter for countless generations.

Avalak shook his head,

"Unfortunately, Baishuang is imminent, and it is unrealistic for her to conceive your child in a hurry."

Oberon breathed a sigh of relief.

"At present, the biggest possibility is to have Swift and Caranthir join hands to help us Ain El people pass the 'Gate of Many Realms' and move out of this world, and also away from Ain Sidi's world. Avoid the imminent The coming Ice Age."

Oberon sighed disinterestedly. From the beginning of his memory, the whole group was afraid of frost like a tiger, and he was tired of it.

"As long as Swift is in our hands," Avalakh saw what he was thinking, and said firmly, "sooner or later, our family will find a way to completely solve Hoarfrost!"

"Then go, Avalakh," Oberon turned around, and faced the vast expanse of blue lake again, looked up at the dazzling sun in the sky, "let the honor return to Aen-Air, let her return to the destiny On track!"

Chapter 4 First Sight at Thaned Isle

The meeting on the island was larger than Roy expected, and the steps were more cumbersome.

On the first day when Gos Velen arrived at Shaned Island through the sea-crossing bridge, after making arrangements, they spent time at the lowest floor of the island, in the Rothar Palace at the southeast foot of the mountain.

Representatives from all over the north gathered here, not only the warlocks, but also some powerful figures, such as the nobles of Temeria, the government officials of Redania, and the entourages of the warlocks.

During the period, Roy vaguely saw a few familiar faces - Linus Pete, the master tutor of environmental biology in Niubao, a knight of the White Rose Knights of Temeria... But before he had time to say hello, he, Gero Te, and Cohen were forced by three sorceresses to choose clothes, get a haircut and shave, and learn about the rules of the dinner party.

Even though they already knew that this meeting was destined to go to war, the sorceresses still did not allow the accompanying witcher to embarrass them in any way, but asked to show enough glamor and decency in the early part of the meeting. into obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The three of them endured half a day of torture like machines, and they escaped from the Rothsia Palace until dusk. Together with a group of well-dressed men and women, they entered the higher-level Arethusa Palace along the upward stairs.

The hall in the center of the entire palace has a fan-shaped structure, enough to accommodate more than 300 people, and it is extremely gorgeous and elegant.

The candelabra with fixed lighting magic illuminates every corner of the banquet hall.

What's even better is that these special lights set off the women's well-modified faces, various earrings, rings, necklaces, and large areas of skin outside the dresses, all shining and eye-catching, as if they are performing a special event. beauty pageant.

Roy just glanced casually, and found that five or six unimpressed women were dressed very coolly, as if every extra piece of opaque silk cloth on their body was an insult to their figure and beauty.

A glance at this "beauty" is enough to make ordinary men blush and breathe harder.

Of course, Roy was not an ordinary man, he kept calm, walked around the periphery of the hall holding Coral's hand, and came to the dining table.

He kept observing, but was disappointed to find that among the hundreds of warlocks in the entire hall, none of them was as strong as Vigfortez.

He is already very low-key, but with a strong, tall and slender figure, refreshing short black hair, a heroic handsome face, young and sophisticated, and a mysterious temperament unique to a witcher, he is like a ghost in the night among all the male participants. torch.

A bloated man pointed at him jealously.

There are also quite a few female sorceresses who cast their gazes, most of their gazes are polite and fleeting, and there are also bold ones who look at him with dizzy cheeks, or read his heart, if it is not for the female sorceress Li beside him Ta Ned was not easy to mess with, and they would probably come straight up and invite.

Roy looked at them one by one with appreciation.

"Does it look good, so engrossed?" Coral interjected with some jealousy, her blue eyes looked at him deeply, and the catkin quietly exerted force, and her pointed nails got stuck in the flesh of his arm.

"No matter how beautiful they are, what does it matter to me?" Roy pulled the neckline that was so tight that he couldn't breathe-it came from the most popular tunic at the moment. His bones were strangled,

His silver-gray eyes glanced at the sorceress' moist eyes and petal-like soft lips,

"The most beautiful, elegant and noble lady in the party is with me...I just want to see you more!"

According to the experience taught by Master Dandelion, he stroked the hair beside Coral's shoulder affectionately.

The sorceress immediately turned her anger into joy, and thoughtfully put spoonfuls of caviar dipped in lemon juice into his mouth.

She had already learned from Yennefer what kind of elm head Geralt was, both pretentious and tangled.

In contrast, Roy, who is young and powerful, has a strong learning ability, and is caring, is perfect!

"Hmm... oysters, crabs, lobsters... the food on the table is not as rich as Gawain's House, and there is no chair to rest on." Roy felt the smell of fermented sea salt in his mouth, and looked at the tall and thin flower windows around him. Painted with various figures, the height reaches the oval dome of the palace.

The windows were left open, allowing the cold night wind to blow straight in, shaking the tapestries, garlands, and flags in the alcove.

"This banquet hall is leaking air everywhere, don't they feel cold in so little clothes?"

"The main purpose of the party is to socialize. There are no chairs so that you can keep walking around, find someone to say hello, and have a chat. Naturally, you won't be cold when you walk around."

"It's here anyway, my dear, relax, and come with me for a walk. Francesca is staying with the big shots of the Wizarding Society, and I won't see her for the time being."

……

Roy and Coral walked along the periphery of the hall joking and chatting while looking for familiar faces.

Not far away, Triss, Xier, and Margarita were chatting arm in arm, and Yennefer unexpectedly dragged Geralt to the center of the banquet hall, looking around with his chest raised.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the legendary witcher White Wolf was quite uncomfortable, his expression was so embarrassing that his toes could poke through the floor. If he hadn't been born with a pale and dead face, he would have been flushed like blood.

"Can Yennefer be so exaggerated?"

"What's wrong with declaring sovereignty?" Coral smiled, "Geralt's appearance is not bad, and he is a mature and high-quality man after careful inspection. Some colleagues like this. Of course, there are also many people who don't like Ye Nai. I am interested in being a French partner, maybe I want to take a risk and try something new, and pry the corner..."

"Proud and short-tempered Ye has made a lot of enemies in the association. And those stinky men don't wear their belts tight."

Roy was silent. He noticed a female sorceress wearing a black chiffon shirt and a dark red skirt slit to her hips. She rushed towards Yennefer with a coquettish smile, hugged her warmly, and kissed her on the ear. side air.

They obviously smiled like flowers and looked affectionate like sisters, but there was a tit-for-tat hostility between the two women.

"Look, there are provocateurs here." Coral smiled disdainfully, "Sabina of Kaedwin, a shameless slut!"

Sabina was clearly talking to Yennefer, but she kept poking at Geralt, flirting with Yennefer's lover face to face, and blushing all over her face, as if finding a table would immediately return to her original state.

Roy and Coral just ate melons quietly. In order to hear more clearly, Coral even cast a small spell to eliminate noise interference.

The result was unbelievable for both of them.

"Geralt's performance is perfect!"

Except for a hand kiss at the beginning, he looked at Yennefer affectionately like a loyal dog throughout the whole process, and Sabina could only leave out of shame.

Some young warlocks watching in the hall applauded a few times.

"There is no doubt that Ye has called Geralt very well during this time. I bet that the brazen mind readers can only read a piece of love from him!" Coral said meaningfully, grabbing A bunch of red hair patted Roy's cheek,

The latter's heart skipped a beat.

Don't even think about messing around with me!

Suddenly, a greeting interrupted his thoughts.

"Master Roy, long time no see, how are you doing?" Linus Pete came across the table with a glass of vodka. He was still wearing a black jacket with a round brass brooch on it. Lifting the thick glasses on the bridge of the nose, a sincere smile appeared on the thin cheeks,

"It's too good to be true, that's right," the witcher shook hands with his old friend, "Linus...this is Rita Needle...my girlfriend, a warlock."

The scholar smiled casually at Shan Shan, his deep myopia and obsession with academics made him ignore the amazing beauty in front of him,

Seeing this, Roy continued,