God-level Demon Hunter

After a few gasps, the Bullburg scholar by the vase on the east side of the hall, Princess Adda and Grimm under the tapestry on the west side, Philippa and Dijkstra in front of the saffron curtain on the south side, and Dee by the golden pillar on the north side. Shaya, Margarita and several neutral factions were instantly freed from the shackles and regained their freedom.

But they did not act rashly, nor did they shout.

"Master Roy... What's going on here, how did the bat turn into a human?"

Linus swallowed his saliva, and looked back timidly at the expressionless black cloaks.

"Wait a minute, I'll give you the answer right away!"

Roy tiptoed, jumped onto the dining table full of candlesticks and fine wine in the center of the hall, turned around condescendingly, and made sure that everyone could see him clearly, then raised his voice,

"The warlocks of the association, and the adults from all over the country, I am sorry to interrupt your banquet suddenly and take up your precious time... But I guarantee on the reputation of the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters that we have no malice towards you, When what happened tonight comes to an end, most of you will be safe and sound, not a single hair will be lost!"

"I've only heard of the Five Great Schools, and what kind of organization is the Witcher Brotherhood? He stomped the floor, but his tone was inexplicably weak, "Combine the mages in the south to kidnap and coerce all the warlocks in the north?"

"Are you working for Emhyr Enress?"

"The Witcher Brotherhood is just an organization where a group of unknown people gather together to seek survival and development." Roy's eyes met with Geralt and Cohen in the crowd, and his loud voice spread throughout the hall,

"But we don't serve any country, all our actions are only to help the brothers and sisters in the association!"

After Roy's words fell, there was a sudden rush of footsteps at the gate of the palace.

In the night, pairs of ghostly pupils floated closer.

A group of powerful demon hunters with double swords on their backs filed in.

Vesemir and Ivar Evileye, the oldest, with frosted beard and hair, walked in the front, and a dozen or so teenagers led by Karl were in the rear.

They walked through the crowd and came to Roy silently.

The beast-like vertical pupils slowly turned, looking at the group of noble "captives" around them

Swept by the sharp eyes, the wizards suddenly fell into an ice cave and felt cold all over.

Such large-scale mutants are actually hidden under their noses—isn't it rumored that they are about to become extinct? When did so many fresh blood come into being again!

Roy nodded to his companions, and continued,

"Besides, our fraternity is not limited to mages and demon hunters. You are as knowledgeable as everyone. Do you know the true identity of the guys behind you?"

"A high-level vampire?"

Margarita's suspicious answer caused all eyes in the hall to freeze, and the panting became heavier.

Advanced vampire.

One of the most mysterious and powerful creatures in this world, a predator at the top of the food chain.

There are sporadic records of them in the society, and they are as rare as dragons.

Every time it appears in front of the world, it is accompanied by a large number of deaths like natural disasters.

Many warlocks have never seen it once in their lives.

But today, they saw hundreds of them at once—and obeyed the witcher.

Unbelievable.

The figure standing on the wine table became more majestic in the eyes of the wizards.

"Is this considered an honor? Should we thank you for your grace of not killing?" Tishaya clasped her fingers on her chest and asked with trembling lips, "Demon hunter, for Shan Shan and Yena's sake, I am Make an exception to allow you to join this party and enjoy delicious food and wine. You just reciprocate and arrest all members of the association in a humiliating way?!"

She glanced worriedly at Gerhardt who was lying beside her,

"Your rude behavior has given the greatest warlock in the North a heart attack and is dying... Marty, keep on saving!"

The red-haired female sorceress who was kneeling on the ground gritted her teeth, and pressed her hands wrapped in purple current on the old mage's thin chest.

Shila-

Gerhardt's chest rose and fell, and then his eyes widened with a "huh", his breathing was still weak, but he saved his life.

A series of sighs of relief sounded in the hall. If Gerhardt died, the association would suffer heavy losses.

"I'm sorry again, I didn't intend to hurt anyone, and I asked Coral and Triss to warn in advance." Roy said, "But I still have to say that a quick and short riot is better than countless casualties , to destroy the entire Thaned Island and torn the Northern Association apart!"

"What do you mean?" Philippa's eyelids twitched.

"Everyone, don't pretend to be confused. Tonight's banquet, on the surface, the atmosphere is harmonious and the guests and hosts enjoy themselves..." Roy said meaningfully, stretching his five fingers, letting the air flow across his fingertips, "But in reality Political differences are brewing deadly danger. Only naive centrists like you, Madame Tissaia, don't know about it."

"This is the Magic Association, not the royal court, don't talk to me about disgusting politics!" Tishaya's face became as ugly as if she had eaten a fly.

"Teacher, you must accept reality."

Triss flicked her red-brown hair, passed behind the woman, and glanced at Roy, who nodded at her,

"Before this, no one has explained the situation frankly, so I will put everything on the table! After listening to me, you will naturally understand the position and intention of the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters."

"All the members of the Warlock Association present are divided into three factions!"

Triss's face is like a peach, her voice is soft and sweet, but she exudes an unquestionable majesty, which makes people listen unconsciously.

"First the royal advisors of the four principal kingdoms of the North—Philippa of Redania, Kela of Temeria, and I, Radcliffe of Aedirn, Sabina of Kaedwind... We firmly support the north and oppose all malice from the south!"

"Ms. Philippa is even ready to launch a raid in the early hours of this morning to capture all the traitors!"

In the shadows, the faces of several wizards who each had their own ghosts turned white.

"Is this true?" Margarita looked at Redania's advisor and the spies beside her in disbelief, "Are you planning to launch a coup secretly today and put handcuffs on the colleagues of the association?"

"Triss, which side are you on? How dare you expose our plan in front of everyone. Your actions will make us fall short!" Philipa blushed with anger, and the magic that pervaded her body The fluctuation caused the pendant around the witcher's neck to vibrate.

But immediately, a pair of crimson eyes looked at her, as if they wanted to cut her into pieces.

Philippa shuddered and swallowed the rest of the words in humiliation.

"I have never betrayed the association, please listen to me." Triss looked around and continued without changing her expression, "The second faction besides the northern faction is the neutral faction that does not get involved in politics and concentrates on studying magic. ——Ms. Tishaya, Lord Gerhardt, Sister Margarita, Dr. Marty, Dorigarey from Cedaris, Kaduin from Kovir..."

The person she pointed at couldn't help nodding his head slightly, acquiescing to his identity as a neutral faction.

"The third faction is the traitors lurking in our Northern Association—"

She first gave the short and fat man a fierce look,

"Alto Terranova, one of the five nobles of the Wizarding Society..."

"You dirty, gibberish slut!" Terra Nova yelled at her, shaking the anti-magic shackles on his hands,

boom!

Cohen punched his bulbous nose hard, the bridge of his nose was broken, blood spattered, the fat man fell to the ground and howled, his bloated body curled up like a boiled prawn.

"Demon hunters, I beg you, don't torture my innocent colleagues!" A trace of pain and ferocity flashed across Tishaya's delicate face, and her tone sank, "Otherwise, even if I risk my life, I will make you pay for it!" cost!"

As Arethusa's actual administrator, she has a variety of powerful spells that can destroy all intruders.

But in the current situation, once the spell is activated, the controlled companions will also be buried together.

"Who says he's innocent?!" Philippa yelled to chime in, and she suddenly felt that the witcher was on her side, "Redania's spies have found evidence of Terra Nova's collusion with the South—in his room Hiding the list of traitors!"

The fat Dijkstra next to him bowed to Tishaya who was far away from the candlestick,

"If Ma'am wants to see it, how about I search for the evidence and hand it over?"

Tishaya pursed her lips and turned her head, while the blood on Terra Nova's face faded, and all the strength in his body disappeared quickly.

Triss continued to state,

"The second traitor, Foltest's former royal advisor, Warlock Fikat!"

The black-haired man in anti-magic handcuffs beside Fatty trembled, and the suspicious eyes of colleagues around him pricked his skin like needles, making him ashamed and furious,

"Go to hell, you shameless whore! Don't pour dirty water on me!"

"Shut up! His Majesty Foltest and I have long known about your shameless behavior!"

The princess of Temeria in the distance shakes her white hair lightly and casts a cold light on her eyes,

"When you accepted Emhyr's gold against your conscience, you should have thought of today!"

"Grimm, shut their stinking mouths, I don't want to hear the disgusting voices of these traitors again!"

"As you order, Your Highness!"

……

"The third traitor, also a member of the Wizarding Society, is the dead Vigfortz..."

"Impossible!" Tishaya yelled, "Vigo led the battle against Nilfgaard's Soden Mountain! He can never collude with the south!"

"You're right!" Philippa said again. The more neutral wizards lose their composure, the happier she is. "Emhyr still remembers the battle of Sodden Mountain, so he decided to erase the wizards from the chessboard first. Get in touch first. Vigofortez, the great hero of the time, and bought him with the bait of power and glory. When the South captures the North, our hero will take charge of the newly established Nefer Gad 'province'!"

"Viggo's assistant, Lydia, has joined the Witcher Brotherhood and is staying at the Silver Heron Hotel in Gos Velen. I can invite her to testify anytime!"

Rita Nieder added.

Tishaya hesitated to speak.

The way the locked wizards looked at her had changed. There were actually two southern spies hidden in the five-member wizards' association. Could it be...

"Triss! Keep talking!" Philippa's cheeks flushed with excitement, and high-spirited pleasure gushed out of her body—slapping the hypocritical neutrals and southerners in the face in front of so many warlocks!

Rejoice!

Witcher, what a cute Witcher!

"The fourth traitor... Francesca."

Triss turned her eyes to the witcher, an elegant and noble elf lady with dark golden long hair tied in bundles.

"Emperor Emhyr promised freedom to the elves and their Valley of Flowers. So she betrayed the North!"

"So why don't you control her?" Philippa was a little uncertain about the attitude of the witcher towards the elf woman, and she didn't dare to be too arrogant.

"I don't believe she is a traitor!"

Tishaya looked expectantly at the elf lady, praying that she would immediately deny the accusation.

And Margarita, the dying archmage Gerhardt, and all the warlocks who had a good impression of the elves turned their eyes and held their breath.

Francesca looked at the witcher standing on the long table.

Four eyes facing each other.

A wry smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Since I followed the demon hunter to join this feast.

I, the Iron Shedi family, have come to the edge of the cliff, and there is no way to retreat.

A few strands of dark golden hair brushed her cheeks, and the most beautiful woman in the world, "Daisy of the Valley" Francesca Findabe, sang in a calm and melodious voice according to the witcher's previous request,

"My fellow blood, the Scoia'tael, are hiding in the cellars, preparing to strike tomorrow in the anti-magic barrier of Gastang Palace and kill all the warlocks of the North. Va vort a me, Dh'oine. N'aen te a dice'n." (Otherwise, I have nothing to say about humans.)

Her voice is melodious and pleasant, but the content makes people shudder.

For a moment, Tishaya lowered her head, her heart ashamed.

And Gerhardt rubbed his chest and coughed violently, with deep disappointment on his face.

These words broke the hearts of all mages who were close to the ancient race.

"Haha! What a great irony... You have worked so hard to initiate this Thaned Island Conference just to convince the royal advisors in the north to put pressure on the king to stop oppressing non-human races. But this elf woman is cold Ruthlessly stab your benefactor in the back!"

Philippa turned to Roy and his companions with a smile on her face,

"Demon hunters, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. If your high-ranking vampire allies hadn't made a sudden move, the outcome might not be certain."

Philippa's words were like a sharp needle, piercing the fog in front of all the wizards in an instant, making them come to their senses——

In the banquet hall are not only advisors and spies from the four northern countries, but also a large number of Scoia'tael and traitors who have turned to the south with their swords shining!

Both sides are ready to fight at any time.

Only dumb centrists don't know about it.

If the demon hunters didn't jump out suddenly and control all the members in one fell swoop, there is no doubt that a fierce battle would be inevitable, and the consequences would be disastrous!

After realizing this cruel truth, the wizards suddenly felt that being kidnapped by a witcher is not a bad thing.

"So, Lord Roy, this is the purpose of your brotherhood, to stop the unrest on Shaned Island?"

Gerhardt supported his body with Marty's support, and asked with a strange expression. In his long life of hundreds of years, he had never seen such a different kind of "help".

Not to be refused - it makes people hate and ashamed, but also has to be "grateful".

"It's just a hands-on effort."