God-level Demon Hunter

"You must understand that there are two worlds of ice and fire inside and outside Brokleon. The hatred between humans and us for hundreds of years cannot be resolved with just a few words."

"But war is not what I want. I don't want to see any of my sons and daughters die. I can give you a letter of approval. When you go back, you will tell the king of Brugge that as long as his subjects do not step on the earth from now on Take a step into Brokleon, and we will naturally live in peace."

The witcher's lips moved, and Esna interrupted him again, "Don't speak for him again, or let Brokleon sever land for peace with arrogance."

"but……"

"You just reply to him like this!" Esna made a final decision, "He won't bother with you, a lowly witcher. Now, if you want, let's talk about another trouble."

Eisna smiled rarely, and looked at the tall, bear-like strong man, Governor Fesnat, who had been left alone for a long time, "He is your friend, this scalp hunter."

"Don't scare him..." Geralt gave the governor a reassuring look, "You should know that he came here for the girl just now. Otherwise, you wouldn't have saved him."

"But I don't know how to deal with him. It will take a long time for his injury to heal." Esna walked towards the bed made of branches, and Faithnet turned pale and curled up in despair.

"Do you have children?" Asna stared at the governor for a long time, "Answer honestly!"

"I'm still..." Feixnet's body retreated to the wall. There was no way to retreat, so he could only clear his throat and said softly, "I'm not married yet..."

"It doesn't matter whether you have a family or not, I just want to know," Eisna glanced under the Governor presumptuously, "Is the thing under you still working? For the sake of the giant tree! Tell me , have you ever impregnated a woman, or are you as powerless as a witcher?"

"Ah..." Freixnet waved his hands wildly, exclaimed, and then said with a stiff neck, "Of course I did! My body is... okay... But respected lady, why do you ask?"

He caught Geralt's pitiful gaze.

"Take care, buddy." Roy also mourned for him in his heart for a few seconds. The governor's strong body, coupled with a little sexy mustache, can no longer meet the dryad's aesthetics. It is absolutely perfect in their minds - breeding machine.

Countless dryads, one by one, sat on it like a stake.

sit down, sit up, sit up...

Roy trembled all over, just thinking about it was scary.

Esna got a satisfactory answer and turned to Geralt,

"After he recovers, he will leave enough heirs in exchange for freedom."

"Thank you for your kindness, Esna..." Geralt didn't dare to look at his old friend again,

"Ms. Eisner..." Roy couldn't help it, "I want to ask, how did you decide about that girl, Ciri?"

"Interesting boy... I can only see a fog in your eyes." Esna stared at him with great interest, "You don't need to care about these things, after a while, tomorrow, you will be together with Geralt." Leave Brokleon."

"But she is not an ordinary girl, she is a princess of a country."

"Gwinblad, what does it matter? My decision will not change. If you are willing, come to my room to watch the ceremony tonight."

Eisna waved her sleeves coldly, turned and left.

……

Time flies, it's evening.

Countless fluorescent flying insects appeared between the tree houses.

They cozily shed ambiguous and warm green light, making the strange plants of Duane Kanal present an enchanting posture that is completely different from the daytime, swaggering in the wind.

The two demon hunters, leaving Faithnet who was still digesting the fact that "he was about to become the father of many little dryads", entered the house of the huge oak tree in Eisna.

Esna was kneeling on the floor in the middle of the house, gently combing the mouse-gray silver hair of the girl in front of her.

The little girl sat cross-legged quietly in front of the lady. Her back was straight, her green eyes were wide open, her little face was washed clean, and she was not as naughty as before, and looked a little dull.

"You guys are here..." Esna greeted, without stopping the combing in her hands.

"Gwinblad, I know that you never hurt dryads, water fairies, and goblins. On the contrary, you are willing to protect them. So I respect you, please come to watch the ceremony. Now, I need your respect, by the way, watch The little guy next to you, don't let him make trouble."

Geralt first knelt on one knee, and then sat upright on the ground, and Roy followed his example and sat on the ground.

"Ms. Eisner, before the ceremony, I ask you to listen to what I have to say."

"As you said, there are two worlds of ice and fire between Brokleon and the outside world, and the girl in front of you, with all due respect, she does not belong to your world."

"It will belong soon." Eisner said casually.

"Eisna," Geralt argued uncharacteristically, "I beg you to return her to me and let her return to her own world. Her fate should be determined by herself."

"How dare you disobey me?" Esna stopped the comb in her hand, looked straight into the eyes of the witcher, and sneered "hoho" in her throat after a while, "I see. idea."

"I've heard long ago that demon hunters are infertile, and all demon hunters who set the law of accident are eager to have their accidental son."

"I know that you once participated in the marriage of Calanthe's daughter, Princess Pavetta, and helped her beast husband break the curse and restore his original body. At that time, you also said the law of accidents, and you also expected a boy to inherit Your mantle, isn't it?"

"It's a pity..." Esna lifted Ciri's chin, "The accidental child is a girl, and a girl cannot become a witcher. So, she is mine now, and she will inherit Brokleon's will .”

"No, no!" Geralt roared, with a firm attitude, "Look at her now, her eyes are glazed over, and she can't move because of the effects of fear and drugs. This is kidnapping!"

"No, Geralt..." Ciri yelled, rebelliously, "I don't look dull, and I'm not afraid. Besides, my grandmother said that dryads are not bad people. I'm not in danger here!"

"Haha!" Esna laughed loudly when she heard the words, "Look, Gwenblad, this is the choice of the Old One, this is her fate, and has nothing to do with you."

Roy's heart skipped a beat. Sure enough, this powerful magician had already seen through the girl's details.

"Son of the ancient blood?" Geralt looked serious, "You said Ciri is..."

"That's right, I saw dazzling flames and bright stars in her eyes. She is the successor of the ancient blood, and she will surely become a member of Brokleon and embark on the path of glory."

Esna waved back, and a dryad stepped out of the curtain behind her.

Honey-haired Brian, Brian handed over a silver cup with trembling hands, Esna took it and held it up high, "Do you know the ancient runes on it, both of you."

"know."

"Then read the writing on it. This is Craig Ann's chalice, from which the king who drank is long forgotten."

“Duetaean aef cirran Caerme Gleddyv. Yn esseth”

The young witcher gently read the words above, "The sword of fate has two blades."

"And Shirley is one of them." Esna said in a deep voice, turning around the little girl's body, and ordered in an unquestionable tone, "Drink it, son of the ancient blood, this is the water of Brokleon .”

"Finally waiting for you - the legendary mysterious liquid."

Roy suppressed the excitement in his heart, and the dark gold pupils turned to the cup.

Water of Brokleon

A kind of hallucinogenic water that has been enchanted. After a human girl drinks it, she will lose almost all her memories and have phantoms of the past and the future.

The water will purify the ancient blood and take it with the herbal medicine "Blood of the Sun" to achieve the ultimate effect.

……

The water of Brokleon, the blood of the sun—the former transforms dryads, the latter transforms elves, and the source of both bloodlines is the ancient Ain El.

Therefore, their superimposed effect can purify the ancient blood.

"Then it will work for me, too."

Roy was determined.

The trophy package was containing a Sun's Blood, and he had saved up a full recovery for the unexpected.

From Sintra, through Yaruga, to Brokleon... It's all worth it now.

His plan was not in vain!

……

Under Esna's force, Ciri pressed her lips against the edge of the Holy Grail, her face hesitated, as if she hadn't made up her mind yet - she was resisting.

And Roy glanced at Esna, who was on the verge of rage, and the demon hunter with a cloudy face, and said the set of rhetoric that had been prepared long ago.

"Ms. Eisner, I have a proposal."

"Say, before my patience runs out."

"How about this, let me, White Wolf, and Ciri drink the water of Brokleon together, but I have a request, if we can all wake up and return to normal, please let us take Ciri away. "

"Courage is commendable...but do you know what the water of Brokleon means to a man, to a witcher?"

"Very poisonous..." Roy said calmly, there was no poison that could make him suffer like the grass reagent.

"Then you still want to?"

"Xi Li is still young, she can't bear all this alone, we will share it for her. But I hope you keep your promise, if she sees her destiny clearly, she is still willing to leave with us, you can't stop it."

"I promise you." Esna said solemnly, and she noticed that the little girl's eyes lit up, "This is a fair proposal, and everything will be decided by fate. I admit that I underestimated you before."

Great Dryad Queen, bowing to the young witcher,

"So, Gwinblad, are you ready? Are you willing to take risks for your unexpected son?"

Geralt nodded, but felt strange in his heart, he seemed to have missed something.

Next, under Esna's order, Brian brought two more glasses of Brokleon's water, of course they were only served in ordinary vessels, and the Holy Grail was still used by the little girl.

Roy held this glass of moist liquid, the water of Brokleon, like a liquid stalactite.

Drinking it had been part of his plan all along.

This water is highly poisonous, but the mysterious magical energy contained in it cannot be ignored. It can transform the human body, and it can also make people recall the afterimages of the past and glimpse the projection of the future.

The most important thing is to purify the Ain El blood that he obtained by swallowing the blood of the sun in the Smailk Mine.

"Don't be afraid, Ciri, trust me, everything will be fine."

Roy comforted the little girl in a gentle voice, and then turned to look at the white wolf.

In an instant, he raised his hand, raised his head, poured a full cup of Brokleon's water into his throat, mixed with the sun's blood hidden in his mouth, and swallowed it together.

Then he wiped the corner of his mouth, fell to the ground, and made a strange movement.

Geralt stared blankly at this scene. He had seen it before, and it was the same scene as it is now: horrific exclamation, convulsions, hiccups, gibberish, and then coma, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes There will be indifference, numbness, and emptiness.

"It's my turn..."

Geralt stared at the glass of water with gentle eyes, an afterimage of the past?Is there anyone else I can meet?

A sorceress adorned in black lace, Yennefer of Van Gerberg... tender and tender, that happy time.

The little girl was the last to drink the liquid from the chalice, and she lay down between the two witchers.

Chapter 26 The Ability to Evolve

The sky in the east is pale, and at the turn of day and night, everything sleeps, and the earth struggles in the darkness.

At a height of thousands of meters, a cone-shaped collision angle quietly appeared from behind the clouds, and then a huge shadow slowly revealed the whole picture - this is a huge sailing ship, which sails above the clouds, and the triangular-shaped sail in the center of the ship Depicting two crossed sword blades.

A hooded and cloaked man stands with one foot on the tapered prow, like a navigator.

He carried two swords on his back, and behind them was a crossbow.

He looked down, on the vast plain, all kinds of legendary mythical creatures screamed.

Flame-breathing dragons, giants wielding ancient trees, plain mammoths rushing with tusks, elemental creatures that flicker...

The strong wind hit his face, and he lifted the hood, revealing the man's face that was too young.

"got windy……"

As soon as the man's voice fell, an abyss-like crack opened in the sky in front of him, and the entire white ship rushed in!

The wind in the void is getting stronger and faster, like a steel needle scraping the face and piercing the skin!

"Hey... it hurts!"

Roy opened his eyes in a daze. Is this a dream?Bizarre dreams?

When his dilated pupils condensed into one point, a short distance away, a small snow-white face widened its emerald green eyes, and opened its mouth foolishly.

She seemed to be terrified, her two small hands pinched the witcher's cheek tightly, and she remained motionless.

"Shirley..." Roy's face darkened, "What are you doing?"

"Ah!" The petite girl jumped back nimbly and jumped behind another witcher, showing half of her face, "Don't blame me, Roy, it's all your fault! You slept like a pig, Won't wake up. I'm just waking you up... um... waking you up!"

"I don't care about you for now..." Roy stood up amidst crackling bones, and looked around vigilantly.Behind him was a vast forest area, and in front of him was a flat field. The sun was shining in the sky, and the light was a bit dazzling, so he couldn't help squinting his eyes.

"Don't let me catch you next time, but this time, I'll let you go... Tell me now, what happened, where are we?"

"Ah? I'm the first to wake up, you two wretched fellows are still in a coma... Ms. Eisner said she was willing to give up the bet and let us go." Ciri rubbed her chest with a deep sigh of relief, "She sent a team Sister Dryad escorted us here, to the eastern border of Brokleon Forest."

She waved her small fist proudly, and Geralt stroked her mouse-gray hair.

Roy rubbed his swollen forehead. Most of the toxicity of Brokleon's water had been digested by the body, and there was only a nearly transparent mark of poisoning in the state.