God-level Demon Hunter

"Is it okay? Then the east side is also fine."

……

The little girl's premonition was quickly verified. The three of them walked the east road for less than 10 minutes. They turned around a dense bush and entered a sandy field. A group of soldiers suddenly appeared from all directions and surrounded them.

They wore conical helmets, mail mail, and dark gray tunics emblazoned with the black and gold checkered arms of the House of Verdon.

Chapter 27 Colorful World

"Who are you? Where are you from and where are you going?" A bald, squat man growled rudely at the two of them. He stood with his legs spread apart, carrying a bow and a bag of white feather arrows.

"We came from Podlog." Geralt took a step forward. He looked around at the faces of the soldiers. It seemed that no one had discovered the identity of the witcher, so he lied, "We are going back to Brugge. What's going on here?"

On the other side, Roy quietly took Ciri's hand and pulled her behind him.

"We are the king's servants!" Another black-faced man who was obviously the leader stood up, glanced at the two long swords behind Geralt, and said in a more polite tone, "Something happened here Unexpected situation, we had to check pedestrians crossing the road."

As he spoke, he glanced behind him.

Roy's nose moved, um, the smell of blood, the mixed smell of human and horse blood came from the direction behind the black-faced man.

"Two, take a look?" The black-faced man said, telling the soldiers to disperse a path.

Geralt exchanged glances with Roy, and took the lead in striding over.

And Roy hugged Ciri face-back, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Obey, close your eyes."

The little girl looked very well-behaved at this time, leaning on it as if she was asleep, but the rapid breathing that hit the back of the witcher's neck proved that her mood was not so peaceful.

Not far ahead, a big tree with lush branches fell in the middle of the road, blocking a carriage covered with tarpaulin.Several long-haired ponies fell in front, entangled with the handlebars and reins, their bodies full of sharp arrows, and their yellow teeth showing.

One of them was still alive, with its dark eyes wide open, snorting heavily, and kicking its legs against the ground non-stop.

The sand was soaked with blood everywhere, and human corpses were scattered in a mess, some clinging to the carriage, and some being caught in the wheels.

Not a single survivor.

"A carriage, attacked?" Geralt asked.

A soldier was caressing a bloody dagger with both hands, and slanted the three of them with triangular eyes.

"It was a shameless sneak attack..." he replied in a rasp-like voice, "Brockleon's dryads attacked a passing caravan and killed everyone. We are investigating."

"Will the dryad attack the caravan?"

"Look for yourself!" The soldier waved his arms impatiently, "Poor merchants, they were shot like a hedgehog, and they are still on the road! Those monsters in the forest are getting more and more cruel. According to me, it won't be long. , they will definitely leave the forest and actively attack the nearby residents!"

"So, who are you?" Geralt blinked and asked cautiously,

"King Evel's men, Nastrog's soldiers, we were waiting on the road to meet Governor Fesnet, but we suddenly received news that the governor led people into the forest."

"This trip lasted three days. His old man and that noble person must have been poisoned by the dryad! First they, and now the businessman."

There was a vicious light in the eyes of the gritted soldier, "We must pay with blood!"

"Yes, blood debt is paid with blood."

"Not revenge or a man?"

"Kill all the dryads!"

"That damn druid hasn't come yet, let's not wait!"

There was an enthusiastic response from the soldiers.

Druid, is there anyone here?

It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, Geralt bowed his head and pondered for a moment, "Okay, then I wish you success." Then he turned and waved to Roy, "If there is nothing else, we will leave first."

"Wait, brother," the black-faced man jumped up, "What does that young man behind him and the child on his body have to do with you? Are you from Brugger?"

"That's right... two of my nephews." The witcher thought for a while, and deliberately described Ciri as a boy. Just looking at her clothes, he really couldn't tell the difference between male and female.

"Two nephews, both so healthy! You are truly enviably blessed by Goddess Melitelli! Now take your two babies and leave, brother, don't come back again, the danger of the dryad is not yours alone You can handle it with two swords on your back, otherwise the next time you will be killed... it will be your family..."

After speaking, he turned his back and asked his subordinates to separate a path.

"Goodbye!"

The black-faced man waved his hand. When Roy passed by holding Ciri in his arms, he even touched the girl's head, which shrank back tremblingly.

"What an overly delicate little guy, he will definitely be a heartthrob when he grows up! By the way, kid, what are you mumbling about?"

"You have blood on your hands," Ciri trembled.

"Oh, that's the merchant's blood, it was accidentally glued on when examining the corpse." The black-faced man smiled and shrugged nonchalantly.

"But, it wasn't the tree spirit!" Ciri ignored the increased strength of the demon hunter's waist, "Obviously!"

"You say it again?" The black-faced man's smile disappeared completely, and he asked in a creepy tone,

"This tree... look at the sawdust all over the floor, it was felled... with an axe, and dryads will never cut down trees, they use magic to control the natural growth of trees, don't they, Geralt ?”

Ciri turned around and asked the white-haired witcher.

"That's right!" The black-faced man winked at the squinting-eyed soldier, and quietly turned his hands behind his back to hold the weapon on his waist, "What a smart boy, smart..."

"Enough!" Roy, who had been neglected all this time, suddenly yelled.

"What's enough?"

"When we are blind, we dare to set the blame on us!"

After Roy finished speaking, Geralt had already made a move tacitly—his cuff studded with iron studs hit the forehead of the squint-eyed man who was close at hand. Before the man fell to the ground, he drew his long sword from its sheath and jumped to the between two other soldiers.

The movements of ordinary people are slow motion in the eyes of the witcher.It was too late for the two soldiers to react. Geralt swung the long sword in mid-air, drawing a beautiful arc, cutting open the carotid arteries of the two soldiers in an instant.

They clutched their fountain-like necks in horror.

Can't make a sound.

At this time, the soldiers in a circle around had picked up their bows and crossbows and took out their arrows. Geralt knelt down on one knee, stretched his fingers, and drew the sign of Alder, but he aimed not at the archers in the distance, but at - sand.

With a muffled sound of "bang", Alder whipped up a whirlwind of sand and dust, and the yellow sand rolled up, temporarily covering the figures of the three of them.Then he pushed a soldier whose throat was wiped, using it as a human shield, and rushed towards the archer!

"Can it still be used like this?"

Looking around, Roy immediately hid Ciri in a hollow log.

"Hide obediently, don't come out!"

Then, with a shot of Kunen protecting his body, his eyes swept to the black-faced man who was not far away, holding a long sword obliquely in both hands, and quickly approaching.

"Demon hunter, it turned out to be a demon hunter." After knowing it, the black face was full of grinning smiles, "Come on, freak boy, let uncle treat you well!"

Roy didn't intend to fight him in close quarters at all. His fingers conjured up another seal in mid-air, and a dazzling flame burst out instantly, and the conical fire snake engulfed the black-faced man who was standing stupidly.

The next moment, heart-piercing screams rang out, and the black-faced man covered in fire rushed wildly, and even rushed towards his own camp, causing them to panic.

Seeing this strange scene, Roy was a little dazed,

"My Igni seal... how powerful has it become?" His previous level 1 seal could only make the black-faced man feel burning pain and blisters on his skin, but it would definitely not be able to ignite the opponent's body.

"Is it the effect of the blood of the ancients? My elemental talents have been enhanced?"

"Whoosh-"

Unexpectedly, a crossbow arrow was shot. Roy shook his wrist and spun the sharp blade against it, but his reaction was not fast enough, he only blocked the air, and the Kunn magic shield protecting him was ruthlessly shattered by the arrow.

He rolled on the ground, and the second arrow shot into the grass at his feet.

Then he stood up and moved his body in a zigzag like lightning, the third crossbow bolt grazed the leather armor of his forearm.

There was a brief pause in the shot, and the witcher glanced up at the bushes.

Thirty meters away, one, two, three, a full three crossbowmen gathered together and aimed at him, pulling strings and setting arrows.

rushed over?Too late!

The witcher grabbed Gabriel with five fingers from the void, and shot an arrow towards it.

When the arrow pierced into the bushes, his dark golden pupils narrowed into a prismatic shape.

Blink!

For a moment, time seemed to stand still.

The sounds of wind, insects, screams, sword blades colliding, and sharp weapons plunging into flesh all disappeared, leaving only a slight, short and sharp roar.

The location where the witcher was located caused a strange ripple.

The world in front of him is divided into countless color blocks, and everything becomes bright and blurred, just like a painting by an Impressionist master—he leaned over and passed through a thin "water film".

The eyes of the three crossbowmen in the bushes couldn't help but widen. On the grass where their eyes were focused, the demon hunter who was slithering strangely and wielding both crossbows and swords suddenly disappeared.

They lost their target and subconsciously turned around.

Group shock!

The blood-colored tentacles overwhelming were reflected in the pupils, and the three of them were tightly tied up, unable to move even a finger.

"Shh-"

In the next second, the air neighed, and Gu Weiheil drew a graceful arc, and with a precise swing, he almost slashed across the necks of the three crossbowmen at the same time.

The bewitching blood flowers bloomed, and the few people clutched the blood gushing from their necks, let out a low growl of "heh, heh" from their throats, and fell to the ground head-on.After falling down, his limbs were still trembling and twitching, and his eyes buried in the soil were wide open, full of puzzlement.

To the end of their lives, they didn't know how the other party approached, and what kind of magic was used to hold them.

“击杀果马斯、莱亚、特立鲁……经验值+20*3，Lv6（570/3500）。”

The demon hunter flicked away the blood with a flick of his wrist, uncontrollable excitement appeared on his young face, and his engine flickered, not at all like entering a portal that made people feel sick.

And flickering and awe--

"The best weapon against mages and crossbowmen! It can also be used in group battles!"

But there was no time to celebrate, his dark golden eyes swept not far away, and several panicked men rushed towards the log where Ciri was hiding.

……

The three soldiers in chain mail and steel helmets were terrified.

That white-haired guy was simply a devil, but within 20 seconds, several companions turned into corpses without any power to fight back.

Even the archers were defeated by his despicable sandbags of human flesh.

At this moment, several guys with the most skilled swordsmanship were still pestering that guy, but they chose another way - to catch the demon hunter's "little nephew"!

The distance of tens of meters was short, and the soldiers rushed to the log and stretched out their evil hands. Through the gap, they could see the huddled child inside and the panicked green eyes.

Suddenly, the soldier in the middle was pulled back and turned around——

With a swish, a long sword pierced through the only part of him that was not protected by armor, his chin.

The tip of the sword pierced into the brain from the chin, and was pulled out quickly with spurts of blood. The soldier fell limp to the ground before he could cry out in pain.

Before the remaining two soldiers came back to their senses, the long sword in the hand of the man who suddenly appeared like a ghost reached out to the left like lightning, stabbing the other eye with precision.

"Puff..." The bloody sword tip was drawn back, and the soldier lay on the ground covering his face and twitched weakly.

After the two blows, the demon hunter's body instinctively moved into the bull's position, with his feet separated back and forth, his body bowed slightly, and his hands holding the hilt of the sword horizontally on the side of his face. His limbs and long sword were like a fully charged sword The bow and the tip of the sword pointed directly at No.3 soldier.

Soldier No. 3 ignored the little girl in the log, pulled out the mace from his waist and smashed it on his shoulder.The cold gauntlets and the blood-stained radiating edge of the hammer shone coldly, easily smashing the bones of the attacker.

But the heavy chain mail had a certain impact on his movements, and his shots were slow.

In the eyes of the witcher, it looks like a snail.

When the soldier swung the mace from the upper right to the lower left of himself, Roy did not dodge backwards, so that the opponent could still chase him forward and attack.

His footsteps went against the direction the hammer was swinging, and he took a step forward to the left. The blade of the sword moved to the right to press the hammer head. At this time, Gu Weixier, who was leaning upwards, did not need any adjustments, and was already in the plow position. The point of the sword was pushed towards the soldier's own throat.

"puff--"

The blade pierced the trachea without hindrance.

Soldier No.3 made an indistinct sound from his throat, and fell to the ground and died.

“击杀……经验值+20*3，Lv6（630/3500）”

……

Crisis lifted.