God-level Demon Hunter

"Giggle..." The round-faced little maid in the carriage covered her mouth and giggled. It was the first time she saw her princess lose her composure—writhing on the leather sofa like a restless beast Jeong opened the curtains, poking his head nervously.

"Your Highness, it seems that you don't 'very' dislike Prince Christine as you said. You are unexpectedly interested in this fiancé!"

"Hmph!" Ciri raised her chin proudly, and suddenly leaned in front of the little maid, motionless, her green eyes enveloped the maid's petite body, and she touched her black, gray and white jacket, snow-white hat, took another look at her white and delicate dress, and then said slowly,

"Collier, how does this princess treat you on weekdays, good or bad?"

"Grand...princess, who are you?" The little maid's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but shrink back to the corner of the carriage. The princess's determined eyes, which she had only seen on Queen Calanthe, scared her a little.

"Say it!"

"You treated me very well." The little maid said tremblingly. Although the little princess was often naughty and teased her, at least she didn't disregard human lives like other nobles.

"Then you, are you loyal to me or grandma?!"

"Your Highness, you know, I... I am your maid."

"It's good that Collier understands, now—"

Ciri leaned closer to the maid's ear, "I'll give you a chance to show your loyalty! Get out of the car and accompany me...you will..."

"what?!"

……

"Twenty-ten minutes, why is it still not good?" Governor Fresnet stood in front of a towering blue-yellow elephant grass, rubbing his hands anxiously. Not long after leaving Podlog, Princess Sirilla insisted on Convenience, there is no way the carriage can only be suspended, and the princess is accompanied by the maid into the grass.

They and a group of men guarded outside the bushes, not daring to approach, for fear of offending the noble princess, they didn't even dare to urge her.

Clause beside him didn't have so many worries, he knew how eccentric and mischievous his princess was.

"Two 10 minutes, too long. Princess, how are you?" He asked towards the elephant grass, and then called twice symbolically.Finally found something wrong,

"Princess, if you don't answer, the villain will only offend you."

As soon as his words fell, the grass suddenly exploded, and there was a crisp scream,

"Come here! The princess is gone! The princess is gone!"

"Princess ran away?" Fesnet and Krause looked at each other, and they could see the horrified face in each other's pupils.

Both of them were scared to death, their eyes were about to burst, and they rushed in without saying a word and leading the crowd.

At the entrance, there was only a lonely petite maid sobbing and covering her face with her back to everyone.

"Princess... she, she escaped!"

"What?! You, really, you bastard! I'm asking you after recovering the princess!"

"Stop rambling! Go after him on horseback!"

"What kind of horse to ride! The grass is in a mess, what if I hit the princess? She is young and weak, she can't run far, everyone chase after me!" Krause shouted, more than 20 guards could no longer care so much, facing the grass in all directions Drilled in.

However, as soon as they left, the unattended maid suddenly stopped sobbing and threw her hat away, revealing a head of mouse-gray silver hair and a cheek of a small tabby cat covered in mud, and smiled slyly.

She trotted to the carriage and chose the shortest white horse.

With small arms and legs, he climbed onto the horse's back with great difficulty by using the pedals of the carriage, and grabbed the reins with extremely standard movements-no one knew that Princess Ciri could ride a horse.

But in the days of Skellige, the most memorable time spent with Halma and Kerrys siblings were snowball fights, fishing and catching shrimp, and riding horses.

"You have to be obedient, I don't ask you to be as human as Roy's Wilt, but be obedient."

She patted the mane between the necks of the horses below her to calm down the restless horses, and then looked towards the east with excitement, the direction opposite to the search team of the guards - the sky was flat and wild, and there was a touch of green at the end.

She was suddenly blessed, and understood some of the strange words that Roy the Demon Hunter had said to her.

"Your name Cirill, in the ancient language system, originated from the word Zireael, which means swallow."

"Remember, Ciri, you are a free swallow, no one can restrain you. As long as you want to fly!"

"I don't want to be manipulated by my grandmother, marry that fat man, and have children for him—fly! Zireael!"

"Fly! Zireael!"

The petite girl let out a low cry, and clung tightly to the horse's neck, moving forward bravely!

Chapter 20 The Lake Lady Guides the Way

The sun is hot and bright.

In the vast field, more than 20 knights galloped wildly, chasing a petite figure in front of them.Behind them, the horseshoes almost whipped up a sandstorm.

However, God made a joke for them. Seeing that the distance was getting closer and closer, a vast expanse of green suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

Towering ancient trees, boundless virgin forest.

They watched that figure rush in!

Fessnet grabbed the reins of the horse fiercely, and stopped in front of the forest without time, his furious face changing from cloud to cloud.

"Damn! Almost, just give me 2 more minutes!"

Clause, who followed, cast a surprised look, "Why stop, Her Royal Highness is right in front."

"In front...is the Brokleon Forest," Fesnet breathed out, looking at the rich emerald green and said in a deep voice, "You must have heard of this place, and you must know the rumors about it. Brokleon Ang forest is a forbidden area in the north, and it is a dead end for human beings, especially men!"

Krause raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, pressed his throbbing temples, and asked disdainfully, "Master Governor, I have to remind you, if you lose the princess, do you think you can survive? Even if King Evel is 'magnanimous' To pursue you, Queen Calanthe will never let you go lightly!"

For a moment, Feixinette's heart was as cold as ice.

"Go to his mother's forbidden place! Even if it is a dragon's lake and a tiger's den, you have to break through!"

Feixnet finally understood his situation. It was his fault that the princess of Sintra escaped during the escort.

If you don't enter, you will die, it is better to go in and fight!

With this thought in mind, he no longer hesitated, and rushed into the forest with twenty or so burly guards.

The next moment, the strong smell of soil and vegetation that hit his face made his brain tremble, creating an illusion.My whole life seems to be changed because of today's decision!

They didn't know that there was already another figure rushing into the forest after them.

……

Brokleon Forest.

The plants here are primitive and lush.

Most of the trees are hundreds of years old, and the sunlight that shines through the tops of the trees is absorbed by young, stunted shrubs and ferns.

On the ground, there are some dead branches and fallen leaves.

Insects are crawling in every corner, crystal spider webs are woven among the branches, and small animals such as lizards, rabbits, and roe deer are poking their heads between the gaps in the forest.

The body odor of beasts, the smell of earth and the fragrance of grass and trees are everywhere.

But the witcher didn't care to appreciate the scenery in front of him. As soon as he entered the forest, he seemed to be transformed into a feline, bowing his body, resting on his toes, and even breathing became indistinct.

On the outside of the thin leather armor and the gray cloak, eggshell-like pale yellow Quin shields flowed from time to time.

He is well aware of the blood that hides between the appearance of this forest prosperity.

For a moment, the witcher suddenly stagnated, and glanced at the thick pine needles and mossy humus under his feet. He saw a human corpse covered with ants and strange-looking insects.

Maybe it was a poacher, a poacher, or someone who strayed into the forest. He squatted down and picked up an arrow between the bones.

This is an arrow with extremely simple manufacturing techniques. It is made purely of pheasant tail feathers, willow branches and sharpened stones, without any metal materials.

But this does not mean that the arrows are less powerful, they can still easily penetrate the fragile flesh and blood of human beings and kill them.

"The craftsmanship of the dryad." Roy thought.

Brokleon is their territory.

These creatures are not monsters like deer head spirits, but relatives of elves, a kind of green-skinned intelligent creatures, which have an appearance very similar to humans, and claim to be the protectors of the forest. They hate poaching and deforestation by humans. , would rather kill by mistake than let it go.

This race is only female.

Their leader Esna’s attitude towards human males—kill ninety-nine out of ten, and use the strongest ones left…

Thankfully though, in most cases Dryads don't shoot women, especially young, non-threatening human girls like Ciri, because they have other uses.

After putting away the arrow, he continued to move forward cautiously, opening up the witcher's senses, capturing all the traces left by the girl along the way, such as the faint scent on her body.

However, the terrain of the forest is complex and the number of obstacles is beyond his imagination. It is almost like a maze. Even two people who are close at hand may pass by because of the obstruction of plants.

This greatly slows down the search process.

The witcher had to carve the sign of the snake pie on the nearby tree trunk every few steps, so as not to get lost.

Half an hour later, the witcher, who had begun to hope that the law of accidents would be unbreakable, finally found out. He smelled Ciri from a rag hanging from a forked branch.

There was also a shallow layer of small and messy footprints on the humus layer next to the cloth strip. The witcher moved his nose, "There is no smell of blood, it seems that she is still safe!"

You must know that up to now, Roy has found a group of hunting wolves and a sleeping grizzly bear. In order not to disturb the dryad, he resisted the urge to kill and just sneaked past.

But how did that little guy escape from under the noses of these bloodthirsty beasts?

"Is it the aura of 'Lucky One'?"

Temporarily letting go of his hanging heart, he continued to search along the footprints.

However, just a few steps out.

In the distant forest, there was a sudden painful wail, followed by intermittent groans.

It seemed that there was a gust of cold wind pouring in from the back of Roy's neck, and goose bumps could not help but appear all over his body.

"There is no roar of the beast, it seems to be the hand of the tree spirit!"

Who is this howling from?Except for the group of unlucky guards, he didn't think about it.

Roy sighed. Just as he was about to walk over there, the man's screams stopped abruptly.

He turned and continued to follow, and soon... came to the end of the footprints.

"This……"

Surrounded by trees, a piece of clear lake water came into view, and Xili's small footprints disappeared on the soft muddy ground by the lake.

The witcher sighed and looked around the entire lake.

The lake is neither big nor small, and the pervasive forest plants have given enough space to the lake, leaving a blank space above the lake that is not covered by branches, allowing the sun to shine, reflecting the sparkling lake, truly beauty.

But he could no longer find a trace of Ciri.

"That little one has good physical strength. You don't take a break after running for so long?"

Continue to chase down without thinking?

No, Roy stared at the lake and thought of a brilliant idea.

He pulled out the crimson sword blade—the sword of the lake girl, Arondette.

Dragging the slender sword blade, he stepped into the lake step by step. The blade in his hand was completely swallowed by the lake water, and then the whole body of the witcher holding the sword was also covered by the lake water.

"Water Ze" takes effect.

With Arondette as the center, a translucent bubble miraculously popped up, covering the whole body of the witcher, allowing him to breathe peacefully under the water, and the resistance in the water was also greatly reduced.

It's a magical experience.

The colorful fish in the lake, treating him like air, swam past him contentedly,

Gradually, the originally calm lake surface suddenly surged undercurrents, and the infinite lake water gushed out of the lake surface as if being boiled, turning into light and lingering water mist.

The mist continued to drift outward, and even the nearby forest became wet.

The witcher continued to walk towards the center of the lake. As he walked, he suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes. At some point, a graceful woman wrapped in a layer of mist quickly swam past him.

"Vivian's token."

"Roy of Lake Vizima, why did you call me?"

A crisp greeting, as if it came from the sky, or from the bottom of my heart?

"Brockleon's Lady of the Lake?"

The witcher turned around and twisted his neck, but the goddess of the lake seemed to be very lively, swimming and circling around him, never letting him see her true face.

"That's right, I am the ruler of the nearby waters——Heinna."

"Beautiful Goddess Heinna..." The demon hunter moved his nose, and the hands of the goddess behind him lightly rested on his shoulders, then let them go suddenly, and walked away mischievously.

A wisp of seaweed-like emerald green hair brushed past his nose mischievously, a little itchy, but also a fresh and indescribable aroma.