God-level Demon Hunter

Roy nodded,

"Everyone should be grateful to Triss, Coral, and Yennefer... If it weren't for them not wanting to see their compatriots killing each other, and not wanting Aretuza to be turned into ruins. The Demon Hunter Brotherhood would not be interested in such a big fanfare act."

"Don't you think this method is too cruel, so you can't be more gentle?" Margarita patted her towering chest, and this stormy mutation almost made her breathless, "You can't tell us the hidden dangers in private. , let us prepare in advance.”

She took the arm of the little witcher's best friend and her best friend Coral, and boldly said,

"You just showed your strength on purpose, to show off to the high-ranking wizards in the past!"

Roy smiled noncommittally.

The blood pressure of the disgraced warlocks began to rise, but they could only turn red in embarrassment.

"Haha. Dear Madam Dean, I think you are too obsessed with magic and burned your head - a proud spellcaster who always only respects people with profound knowledge, prominent status, or superior strength. Obviously, the demon hunter People have to show their strength in front of us in order to control the mess!"

Philippa laughed happily, looked at Roy with admiration and enthusiasm,

"I like your approach, direct, straightforward, and decisive, nip all variables and hidden dangers in the bud, and let things run according to your ideas."

"It's very wise." Tishaya agreed half-heartedly, "You have succeeded, and I also understand how complicated and dangerous the situation on Shaned Island was before, and I appreciate your 'good intentions'. Now, while Since there have been no casualties, can you untie the shackles of everyone? I swear on the honor of Headmaster Aretuza, no one dares to retaliate, and I will not allow them to retaliate!"

"Before they make a move, they will weigh it..." Gerhardt stroked his beard on his chin, smiled openly, and added, "Whether you can escape from the hands of more than 100 high-level vampires and more than 20 demon hunters?" hair!"

"And today's encounter is an interesting and unique experience, tsk tsk... More than 100 high-level vampires accompanied us to stand for punishment..."

Roy fell into deep thought without saying a word.

The wizards didn't dare to breathe, for fear that he would suddenly shake their heads.

"Don't rush to release yet! You still missed a group of people!" Philippa hurriedly interrupted, "Cuff Francesca, the Scoia'tael hiding in the cellar, and the remaining traitors. I, Sabine Na, Radcliffe, Keira, and Triss will greet them well! No trouble will be left!"

"Um..."

Fikat and Latenova's complexion changed drastically, and they were taken away by the royal advisors of the four northern countries. How could they survive?

"What do you want to do? Bind the members of the association to the stake?" Tishaya refuted her, arguing, "They can only be judged within the association, and the affairs of the magic academic circle should not involve political positions!"

"This group of traitors broke my heart, but it didn't lead to irreparable consequences. The crime is not worthy of death." Margarita shrugged and looked at her best friend pleadingly, but Coral shook her head regretfully. Shake your head.

She didn't want to leave any hidden dangers for the fraternity.

Gerhardt, who has always favored elves, did not speak, he was already tired of tedious struggles.

"Leave it to the association, lock it up for decades, and make them face the wall and think about their mistakes?" Philippa laughed angrily, "Then because of an inconspicuous negligence, let these prisoners escape and fall into the embrace of the south again, and they will come to us in the future Seek revenge and destroy Aretuza?"

"That's enough, don't destroy the unity of the association with out-of-the-box speculation!" Tishaya slammed her fist on the pillar, half of her face was blocked by her fluttering black hair, "Tishaya, Triss, don't forget, you are here Served for the king of the north, and Fikat and Alto were also serving the king, but they were blinded by power for a while, so they fell to the south! But for the magical world, the south and the north are not both disgusting politics, but also What is the essential difference?"

"After all, they are their own people, and they should have a chance to change their ways."

The wizards had different expressions, and they fell into deep thought about Principal Aretuza's speech.

"Everyone, there is a saying that I absolutely agree with. Magic has no national boundaries, and it does not distinguish between north and south."

Sigismund Dijkstra of Redania suddenly bowed to the group of wizards, his small eyes sparkled with awe-inspiring righteousness, and then impassionedly said something that he had planned for a long time,

"But don't forget, mages have national boundaries!"

"You belong to the Brotherhood of Warlocks in the North!"

"Every decision you make should be responsible for the countries in the north and the people who are about to suffer the baptism of war!"

"Traitors, you must pay a heavy price! Otherwise, how can you be worthy of the warriors who sacrificed their heads and shed blood in order to defend the country!"

The almost roaring question echoed in everyone's ears.

Dijkstra paused, and sighed worriedly, "As you all know, I received the latest information early this morning that a large number of Nilfgaardian black armor troops have begun to gather at the borders of Leiria and Livia."

"Thinking about it now, they must be waiting for the coup d'état by the same party in Shaned Island, and then follow the trend to launch the second Northern War! How sinister are their intentions."

"Everyone, are you still planning to continue discussing how to spare such a group of traitors?"

The dimly lit banquet hall fell into an unbearable silence.

Fikat and Aalto lowered their heads with ashen faces.

The neutral Tishaya was completely silent, Gerhardt sighed wearily, and refocused his eyes on the only group of people present who could make a decision.

……

"We agree to hand over most of the traitors to Aedirn, Redania, Kaedwen, and Temeria."

Seeing that the fire was coming, Roy broke the silence,

"But not including Francesca and the Scoia'tael in the cellar. Because starting today, the Iron Sheedy clan will be allies of our Witcher Brotherhood! They will be protected by the Witcher Brotherhood. "

At this moment, all the high-level vampires, demon hunters, and sorceresses of the fraternity looked at everyone in the banquet hall in warning.

"Any active attack on Ian Shedi will be regarded as a provocation, and we and all allies will be hit head-on without mercy!"

Philippa and Dijkstra gaped from ear to ear in astonishment.

Isn't this letting the tiger go back to the mountain and letting the Scoia'tael continue to cause trouble for the north?Didn't the discussion go well at the beginning? Why did the witcher suddenly change his mind?

The rest of the wizards were stunned by this unexpected change and fell into deep confusion.

"Everyone, start today." Francesca suddenly echoed Roy's voice, explaining his decision gently but decisively, "My group and I, the Scoia'tael fighters, will withdraw from the Nilfgaardian agreement. No further war between North and South."

Sorry, there is nothing left to save the dead child, but I will not sacrifice another child.

It's time for Iron Sheedy to return to another homeland.

She thought to herself, her pretty face regained her elegance and calmness,

"Starting today, the Scoia'tael will completely withdraw from the mainland stage!"

A powerful voice echoed in the hall.

"The grievances and grievances in the past have nothing to do with us."

……

The twists and turns of the announcement, like a sudden fate, drew an end to the shocking changes in Arethusa Palace.

The sea roared, and the white waves beat against the rocks.

The palace among the cliffs was brightly lit again, and the light of the fire dispelled the mists of the night until dawn broke.

Chapter 9 The Wild Hunt Appears

The wind blows from the sea to the land.

In front of a small house on the east side of Little Skellige Island, as delicate as if woven by morning mist.

Colorful blooms in the open-air garden.

Cassirer squatted behind a bush of blackthorn, quietly looking at the petite figure bathed in the golden morning light not far away.

The little princess of Sintra changed her gorgeous long skirt into a flexible blue hunting suit, and flicked her silver-gray ponytail behind her head, jokingly chasing a little girl wearing a floral cotton jacket with red lips and white teeth.

Shirley sometimes rushed forward and hugged her waist and scratched the back of her neck, sometimes twitched her five fingers, and lifted her into the air with magic... Listen to her giggle.

After a long time, the strange combination of the little aunt and the big niece swayed side by side on a swing made of ivy, with four naughty legs swinging through a clump of purple myrtle, and the warm morning sun cast two figures, one big and one small Plated with a layer of soft golden light, it is as beautiful and warm as an oil painting.

Cassirer, who was watching secretly, had sparkling eyes.

After three years of working as a groom, servant, and doorman on Little Skelliger Island from dawn to dusk, and with the recommendation of Master Roy, he finally won the trust of the royal family of Skellige and Calanthe, entrusted him with a heavy responsibility, and began to quietly protect Xi. for the safety of Ri and Eleni.

The main job is to supervise their play, training magic and swordsmanship.

Cassirer has witnessed Ciri's transformation from a skinny little girl to a slim and beautiful girl... The mission of the Nifergaard Empire's intelligence agency, the orders of Emperor Emhyr, and the high hopes of the Devlin family have nothing to do with him anymore.

He only wants to guard Ciri so quietly forever, until one day in the future, when the time is right, he will appear in front of her openly, become her knight, and spend the rest of his life for her!

"Oh, isn't it enough for me to play with you?" The girl sitting on the swing sighed at the little girl, "Grandma Calanthe is busy with meetings, so she can only accompany you at night."

"Roy, Roy..." Eleni blinked her emerald eyes, and babbled at a strand of hair in front of Ciri's forehead.

"Don't be naughty! He's having a meeting with Geralt and Yennefer on Thaned Island."

"You ask me where Isle of Thanedd is?"

"Anyway, don't go, or your poor niece will be thrown in Arethusa for a few years of confinement."

Ciri hugged Eleni on her knees, lifted her fat lotus-like arms like a doll, and pressed her forehead to her forehead affectionately, and said seriously,

"We have to train hard and grow up quickly so that we can help them, understand, my dear little aunt?"

"Ah."

A gratified smile appeared on the corner of Cassirer's mouth, the willful and naughty little princess finally became sensible.

The smile on his face suddenly froze.

The weather changed suddenly.

The sun shyly hid behind the dark clouds, the bone-piercing cold wind blew up, and the temperature dropped by more than ten degrees in an instant, as if directly entering winter from summer, he shivered all over.

The girl also realized that something was wrong, and stuffed little Eleni into the coat, only showing her a pair of green eyes full of curiosity.

"Didn't Uncle Mossack say that today will be sunny, why suddenly—"

Boom!

The loud noise shook the world.

The howling of the storm came from a distance, and the silver lightning tore the sky, illuminating the jagged coastline, shaking people's hearts.

Immediately afterwards, the pattering rain fell, and misty mist floated between the sky and the earth.

The strong wind blew, and the flowers in the garden were uprooted and floated into the distance.

Ciri quickly put on the hood and jumped off the swing, and ran to the castle not far away.

As the fingers moved flexibly, a piece of water-blue magic burst out, forming a shield to wrap around the petite body, bouncing off the cold rain.

……

Cassirer hung at the back unhurriedly, fastening the canvas coat with one hand, wondering if he should bravely rush forward to protect the little princess from the wind and rain.

A huge shadow suddenly passed the end of his line of sight, and an indescribable suffocation blocked his chest. He stopped vigilantly and looked at the coastline.

"what is that?!"

The wind is getting faster, the rain is pouring, the sky is full of dark clouds, and the waves of the raging sea are rough.

A blinding flash of lightning connects the dark sky and the turbulent sea, intertwined into a mysterious silver ribbon.

The clatter of horseshoes and the chants of ancient ghosts accompanied the roar of thunder.

A few fuzzy black shadows galloped in the violent wind and rain. In just a short moment, they covered a distance of several miles and slowed down slowly when they reached a place a hundred meters away.

When the girl came to her senses, the steed neighed into her ears, and the heavy horse coat reflected a harsh metallic cold light.

"Zireael!"

The riders on tall horses faced Ciri and shouted loudly.

The intonation is cadenced, as if reciting an ancient poem.

The bright red cloak fluttered behind them, the eyes under the horned helmet and tattered feather crown were as hot as flames, the chin was pointed, the cheekbones were prominent, the faces were angular, and there was not a single human canine tooth in the grinning mouth .

What are they, Wild Hunt?But isn't Wild Hunting skeletons, ghosts, and dead people?

The one in front of him is obviously a body of flesh and blood!

His thoughts turned, and Shirley's eyes also turned.

Then, as if possessed, he stared at the knight in the center of the team, wearing a dark armor shaped like a rib, with a ring helmet and a terrifying skull faceplate.

A wonderful sense of blood connection welled up in my heart.

Familiar and cordial.

Just like facing Roy.

He also has part of the same blood? !

whirring—

The ancient blood throbbed uncontrollably, and pieces of incomparably gorgeous stars and spots quickly poured out of the girl's petite body, piercing through the dense rain.

The dazzling light was like stars in the dark night, illuminating the bodies of the three ancient bloodlines.

At the front of the team, the burliest commander pulled the reins, and a terrifying and wild laugh came from under the skull mask.

"Aha! It seems that you like our navigator, yes, he also has the same blood, but not so pure!"