God-level Demon Hunter

The little guy immediately got out of the wood and threw himself into the arms of the witcher.

"Woo... Roy, don't leave me behind!"

……

On the other side, the white wolf's battle also came to an end, and there was only one person left in front of him.

The blade struck his neck.

He twisted his waist and shoulders, using the force of the parry to push the opponent away, and at the same time the point of the sword slashed across the opponent's cheek.

The opponent staggered back, covering his face, while the witcher lunged forward, and then centered on his left leg, the blade quickly slit open the opponent's carotid artery.

The man trembled, fell to his knees, and fell headlong into the grass.

"A talented bounty hunter, what a pity..." Geralt let out a long breath, with beads of sweat hanging from his forehead. In just two or three minutes of melee killing, he consumed more energy than Roy more.

"Snake faction buddy, well done!" Geralt tore off a piece of sackcloth from the corpse, wiped the blade, the dark cat pupils noticed the three crossbowmen lying dead not far away, "don't look at your face , I thought it was an old man."

"Geralt, you are much better than me." Roy patted the back of the little girl in his arms, and praised him sincerely. He also noticed the strong personal style of the White Wolf just now after a glimpse after the battle. Yes, superb swordsmanship - the movement of swinging the sword is as elegant and free as a dancer, with speed, strength and explosive power.

As far as swordsmanship is concerned, it is not inferior to Oakes in the slightest.

At least for now, he is far inferior.

Suddenly, Geralt's expression froze, he turned around, and looked at the rider who was slowly walking on a gray horse in the distance,

"Who is that?" Roy pulled out the blade again.

"Do you remember what this group of soldiers said just now? They are waiting for someone to enter the forest to take revenge on the Dryad."

"Druid?" Roy's heart skipped a beat.

"Put your weapons away, man, that's an old acquaintance..."

Chapter 28 Druids

"Mossack."

The witcher inserted the long sword into the sword pouch on his back, and took off the iron gauntlet that guarded his fingers.

"Geralt." The knight stopped ten minutes away, "How long has it been since we met? We actually met you here. Before reminiscing about the past, let's talk about business, where's Ciri?"

The witcher turned around and glanced at the girl who was still pretending to be asleep, "Little lady, open your eyes to see who is coming? Get off Roy quickly!"

"Uncle Mossack?"

The girl turned her head and glanced at the visitor. The old man had a gray beard hanging down to his chest, deep eyes, and wrinkles like knives and axes on his face, giving off a calm and wise feeling that had been baptized by the years. .

He had a leopard skin on his shoulders, a crimson overcoat inside, a black hat decorated with three antlers, and a yellow-brown staff bent like a tree root slanted behind him.

Due to his overly burly figure, the gray horse under him looked a little petite against his gigantic size, making one have to worry about whether he would suddenly be crushed to his knees.

Hearing the little girl's crisp voice, he jumped off the horse and opened his hands.

A moment later, Mossak held Ciri tightly in his arms.

"Did Granny send you, Uncle? Is she worried about me?"

"Don't worry..." Mossack smoothed the girl's fluffy hair with a smile, and then glanced at the young witcher again, "She's busy soaking that precious belt. Be prepared , little princess, you will be in great pain and cry miserably."

Shirley's face turned pale immediately, and she subconsciously covered the part of her that had been ravaged.

"Wait a minute..." Geralt looked around cautiously, "The corpses all over the floor are not a place to talk, let's talk about it after we finish disposing of the corpses."

"I don't need to bother you about this." Suddenly, a few slender figures appeared from behind a tree not far away.

"Brian? You've been hiding there eavesdropping?"

"No..." The honey-haired dryad shook his head, "Let's come over and see what happened just now. Are these dead people a group of genuine scalp hunters?"

The demon hunter nodded, "They robbed and killed a caravan and planned to frame it on your compatriots."

"Then we owe you one today." A smile appeared on Brian's face, "These hunter corpses are natural fertilizers. Next, my sisters and I will dispose of them for you."

After speaking, she threw a bag at the witcher.

"what?"

"Brockleon's special product, the vine roots of Klinghala vine and the symbiotic buds of purple elderberry, can be used in the preparation of potions, which can be regarded as the reward for these corpses."

"and many more……"

Roy pleaded with the dryads, "Before you take the 'fertilizer' away, can I search for it first, there are some shiny things on these guys, I don't think they can be used in the forest?"

After a while, the young witcher took two hundred crowns contentedly and bid farewell to the dryad.

For the revival of the school, he had to cherish every penny of money.

……

After walking east for a while, the dusk began to merge, and the four of them set up a bonfire one by one.

"Calanther withdrew her decision," Mossack said. "She doesn't want to marry Ciri to Christine."

"The minds of superiors are always unpredictable. This is the second time she has regretted the marriage for Ciri." Geralt said sarcastically,

"King Ewell of Verdon actually sent his men to attack the caravan and plant the blame on the tree spirit. Such an act is disgusting. In view of this, even if the queen does not change her mind, I will not let the little cutie who I saw growing up marry Wieden's successor."

"I'll take her back to Cintra immediately! Let's go together, Geralt. Don't run away this time."

Geralt was silent for a moment, turning away from Ciri's expectant little eyes.

Mossak knew that he couldn't force it, so he changed the subject first.

"White Wolf, to be honest, isn't this young man the apprentice you have accepted in recent years, a new unexpected son?"

"I wish he was my apprentice, so everyone will be happy." Geralt sighed, the situation of the wolf faction is also in a state of failure, and there has been no new blood for many years.

"Little brother, Geralt mentioned it before. Ciri was able to escape from Brokleon smoothly, thanks to you. On behalf of Queen Calanthe, I would like to thank you. When I return to Sintra, I will ask Your Majesty to thank you again." I reward you!"

"The reward will be waived." Roy waved his hand. The water of Brokleon was already the biggest reward, not to mention getting acquainted with Geralt and getting on the line with the wolf faction.

He winked at the girl snoozing like a kitten, curled up on the rug by the campfire,

"Hiri is my good friend, do I need to be paid for helping my good friend?"

"Demon hunters don't always pay money and goods according to the terms of the contract in black and white."

"That's for others, have you ever seen Geralt ask for payment from the great poet Dandelion?"

"Okay then," Mossak said helplessly, "If you have any other requirements, just let me know, and I will try my best to meet them."

Roy nodded, staring at the old man, his eyes became deep.

Mossac/Rmia

Age: 178

Sex: Male

Status: Druid, Druid Circle Instructor

Life: 200

magic:?

Attributes:

Power: 10

Agility: 11

Constitution: 20

Perception: 13

Will: 10

Charisma: 16

Spirit:?

skill:

Wild Incarnation Lv8: Druids can become one of them after observing some wild animals for a long time and thoroughly understanding their physiological habits.

Breathing of all things Lv10: Druids communicate with animals and plants at a spiritual level with their extraordinary perception-to appease restless beasts and plants, or guide them to attack.

Rejuvenation Lv7: Consumes varying amounts of magic power, can heal moderate injuries at most.

Sky Controller Lv5: A very powerful druid who can communicate with nature, use the power of nature to control the weather, make clouds and rain, stop storms, cause hail, and let lightning split people into ashes.

other?

"Are you a druid?"

"That's right, I'm an advisor to Queen Calanthe, a member of Skelly's Jedruid Circle."

"Sure enough."

Druids are also a group of spellcasters.

Different from ordinary warlocks, their organization is not called the Warlock Brotherhood, but the Druid Circle.

They advocate nature, love life, have powerful healing spells, and often heal injuries and illnesses for people all over the world. They have similarities with the beliefs of the goddess Meritelli and respect each other.

They are better at communicating with animals and plants, and some powerful individuals have the spell to control the natural weather, guarding the balance between man and nature.

Rather, a druid is a neutral good being that is both learned and powerful.

But they are ruthless when it comes to poachers and deforestation.

As far as Roy knows, a well-known warlock, Vigfortez, practiced as a druid for a period of time when he was a child, and then switched to the warlock camp, so his physical fitness far exceeds that of ordinary warlocks, and his melee combat and spells are very powerful .

……

Mossak nodded at the boy, then turned to the white wolf.

"Geralt, have you made up your mind now? Return to Sintra with us?"

"I..." Geralt ignored the staring little girl again, "I have to go back to Brugge."

"Otherwise, this is the way..." the Druid said with determination, "You take Ciri to Brugge, where Queen Calanthe lives, and I will take care of it for you."

"Are you crazy?"

"I just believe in the law of fate and accident...they are also a kind of natural law." The druid looked directly at the demon hunter, "the sword of fate..."

"There are two blades, that's enough! Just let it break!" Geralt was a little manic, he was resisting something.

"No, you don't understand. Your fate has crossed with Ciri twice. Don't rush to refute, I know it very well. Once when Ciri was just born, you came to Cintra and even hugged her."

"The second time was when Ciri came back from Skellige." The druid rubbed Ciri's lonely face, "At that time, Ciri's parents had just passed away. She was not taken at Queen Ranser's request."

"Geralt... so you've seen me before, why didn't you take me away?"

As a young girl, she only thought that wandering with a witcher was more interesting than being locked up in the palace.

"Stop talking...Mossak."

The druid still said to himself, "The first two times, you left her behind, but this time, fate still stubbornly sent her to you. To the crisis-ridden Brokleon, poor little Ciri Be terrified."

"According to the law of fate, White Wolf, if you insist on leaving her behind this time, there is no doubt that next time she will encounter more danger!"

"Bullshit doesn't make sense!" Geralt suddenly stood up, "I don't believe your nonsense!"

"No, Geralt, as a witcher who is well versed in the law of accidents, you know very well what I'm saying is the truth."

"Then what do you want me to do? An old man covered in scars and exhausted, wandering around with a little girl, a royal princess? That's what hurt her!"

"Besides, the Wolf Sect never recruits female apprentices!"

The witcher turned around and held down the gray horse brought by the druid.

"I have to go... Ciri..."

"Don't go...stay...Geralt..." The little girl came over and tugged on his trousers pitifully.

Maybe it really is fate.

In just a few days of getting along, Shirley developed a good impression of this white-haired guy full of contradictions.

She could feel that the other party cared about her very much, but he was not good at expressing it.

"Sigh." Roy sighed, he only now realized that the white wolf is so sentimental.