God-level Demon Hunter

"Then please listen to me." Roy looked at the demon hunters, his dark golden pupils shone with a strange brilliance.

"Have you ever understood? A long time ago, a warlock with a glamorous appearance and the status of a consultant to the kingdom, who now lives in some countries in the north and south, was once surrounded by troops sent by various countries in the name of evil, set up at the stake, and burned into coke."

"Of course, this is history, and I like to study history." Sirrett nodded.

"At that time, warlocks were like street rats hiding in hiding, lingering on their last legs. The experience was even more tragic than that of today's demon hunters." The young man's tone was full of tension,

"It wasn't until a few powerful warlocks took the lead and formed the Warlock Brotherhood, which united the power of most spellcasters. Warlocks, this group of supernatural powers really gained a firm foothold on the mainland and continued to develop steadily!"

"What exactly are you going to say?" Oakes heard a little clue, and his face became serious.

"I've been observing and thinking since I followed Lei Suo on the road." Roy looked up at the ceiling with his back to the four,

"Then I have a question in my mind. I can't understand why no witcher has ever stood up and told the same kind with similar eyes that we need to unite!?"

"So much so that now the School of Demon Hunters is like a mass of scattered sand, fighting on their own, but the end is surprisingly consistent—they are all about to perish."

Roy took a deep breath, and the dark golden pupils passed over the four of them, as if flames were jumping among them.

He asked rhetorically, "Since warlocks can unite to form a brotherhood, why can't demon hunters?!"

"I remember a long time ago, there was an organization called the Cult of Demon Hunters—" the young demon hunter's face was shining brightly, "all the demon hunters in the organization should abandon their prejudices, support each other, and meet challenges. You can bully them at will!"

"Whether it's a mage or an army."

"absurd!"

Oakes let out a strange cry, and stood up abruptly, "Roy, our goal is to rebuild the Viper School, not some 'witcher's order'? Put away your naive thoughts!"

"I've also heard about the Demon Hunter Order." Seri shook his head and calmly analyzed, "Hundreds of years ago, this organization was based on chivalry to help humans eliminate monsters, but it only lasted for 50 years, because of the idea Disagreement dissolves..."

"Then the demon hunters were divided into various schools, and this division further expanded. The personalities and styles of the members of each school are completely different... The bear school has a tough and cold personality. Most of the members are reticent and extremely pragmatic."

"The cat school is cunning, with a volatile personality, aggressive, violent, and advocating assassination."

"The Griffin School focuses on personal morality and self-cultivation, and is committed to practicing the way of chivalry by helping and saving people who have been hurt by monsters."

"Wolf School..." Serrit glanced at Geralt, "Abiding by the way of neutrality, doing things without success, and focusing most of your energy on solving the monster's commission."

"The Flying Lion School is east of the Blue Mountains...basically there is no communication with the Northern Territory."

"As for our Viper School...boy, I don't need to say more."

Serrit concluded, "Can you imagine the school of moody cats sharing a room with the school of chivalrous griffins? In the so-called witcher order?"

Roy retorted, "Didn't our Snake faction get along very well with the White Wolf?"

Serrit snorted.

"Today is different from the past," Roy said. "The number of demon hunters is much smaller than it was hundreds of years ago, and even survival and continuation has become a luxury. Where is there any conflict of ideas?"

"What's more, the leaders of the sect at that time were two mages, Cosimo and Arzu... Even if these two used magic experiments and mutations to create a demon hunter, but they were not demon hunters themselves, how could they understand us? ?”

"A split in the sect led by the mage is an inevitable result." The young voice was firm, "But if it is led by one of our own people, the demon hunters will definitely be able to twist together!"

Hearing this, the three snake factions and one wolf faction fell silent for a while.

But their raised brows fully explained the attitude of these remarks.

"The honeycomb fell from a high place, and none of the eggs survived." Roy almost yelled out the words, "If the demon hunters are not united, after a few decades, they will become historical exhibits in the museum."

"But you have to understand. Demon hunters are different from warlocks. Most of them are rebellious and independent. It is a dream to gather all of them." Serriter paused, "Even the formulas of mutations from different schools are different. If they are different, how can they unite?"

"It seems that you have seriously considered it, but how will you know if you don't try it?" Roy said, "As a new recruit of the witcher, I don't have your old and corrupt ideas. And, remember, we are not trying to overthrow the king's rule , that's just a joke. We just have to unite and fight for a small pitiful living space."

"No longer like street rats, being hated and discriminated against by the people!"

"Walk under the sun, have the same rights as other organizations, and develop, continue, and grow healthily!"

"Geralt," the young witcher looked around at the contemplative crowd, "that's why I invited you here."

"Young people, full of vigor and imagination, look at problems superficially, so they come up with such absurd ideas." Geralt shook his white hair, "But you ignore a lot of obstacles, Roy!"

"The Demon Hunter Order? To put it nicely, even if all the old folks in the world are called together, there will be less than fifty. Is it necessary to unite?"

"You dislike the lack of people? How about calling it the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters instead of a cult! And we can train apprentices and gradually grow stronger!" Roy paced around the dining table and said to the four demon hunters,

"If the apprentice is afraid of the high death rate in the grass trial, then entrust the help of a familiar warlock to improve the formula... such as coral, such as the white wolf, your old friend... Yennefer, Triss... the warlock created the formula , can be improved naturally, as long as you are willing to pay!"

"Roy! Don't get involved in my private affairs." Geralt's sadness flashed across his face. "Don't mention those two names, and don't mention your arrogant plan. Recruiting apprentices is just your wishful thinking."

"Demon hunters are born to be despised by the people. What do they call us? Freaks! Abnormal! This situation has lasted for hundreds of years, and it has gotten worse in recent years. No one wants to give their children to us."

"The ingredients for the herbal potion are getting harder and harder to get together."

"Without new blood, your so-called brotherhood can only be reduced to a joke."

"Things will change, trust me."

In less than two years, the war in the North will start, and countless war orphans will be born. Will the displaced children who are about to starve to death reject the olive branch extended by the witcher?

During that time period, Vesemir, the wolf master who hadn't come out for a long time, made an exception and accepted an apprentice named Leo.

"Naive idea." White Wolf sighed.

"I also understand that it is absolutely impossible to unite all schools in a short period of time. But there is no need to think so far. Now I have a preliminary proposal-a brand new Brotherhood of Demon Hunters, starting from the alliance of the Snake Sect and the Wolf Sect start!"

Roy looked at the white wolf sincerely, "This winter, I hope that in Kaer Morhen, members of the two schools will have a friendly exchange."

"As the beginning of everything!"

"Bang!" Lei Suo, who had been quiet for a long time, finally couldn't stand it any longer. He punched the dining table hard, crushed the empty wine glass into pieces, and said coldly,

"Little devil, you dare to make decisions when your wings are hardened. Has your suggestion been approved by me? Who do you think you are, Grandmaster Ivar, the leader of the Snake Sect? How dare you talk nonsense?!"

"Leso...forgive me for my arrogant words, but let me be willful again."

"As for why I did this, I will answer all your questions tomorrow until you are satisfied!" Roy said apologetically, turning to the white-haired witcher,

"Geralt, I'm sorry, today's remarks are very abrupt, but I hope you don't rush to refuse, and seriously consider it."

"Think about your dear teacher Vesemir, how many years have he been guarding the dilapidated fortress lonely? Doesn't he want to see a Kaer Morhen who has regained his vigor and vitality?"

The white wolf was silent, and originally wanted to refuse, but the other party hit his weakness.

The centuries-old teacher, Vesemir, was the person he respected the most.

"Give me one night, and tomorrow, I will give you an answer."

Chapter 31 The Answer to Everything

The white wolf slept in the witcher's hut for one night, and said goodbye to everyone the next morning.

He has always slept well, but he rarely has two dark circles, and his face is gloomy and full of thoughts.

"Go and look in the mirror, Geralt, you look as haggard as the cobbler next door. Listen to me, go back and get some rest, and you won't be able to figure it out all night."

Roy smiled and said, "You should stay in Sintra for a while longer. The drinks here are strong enough and the women are hot enough. Boss Oaks is happy to take you to experience it together. By the way, you can slowly consider my suggestion."

"Enough." Geralt shook his head, his eyes were bloodshot, he stayed up all night, thinking about it all night. "I'm sober, I've made a decision - I'm now more and more sure that only young people have crazy ideas like this."

"Geralt, what are you being humble about? How long can a witcher live, and you are still a young man at such a young age." Roy punched the well-developed chest muscles of the witcher.

"Okay, little bastard, stop talking!" White Wolf rubbed his messy hair, looking annoyed, "I really came to Sintra because I was cursed by the tomb witch and tricked by the water ghost! Originally, I just wanted to fight Two Gwents, some new friends... What are you talking about rebuilding Kaer Morhen, the Brotherhood? My head is full of ridiculous ideas right now. But I can't give you an answer right away."

In fact, until now, Geralt still regarded the other party's proposal as a delusion, but his teacher, Vesemir, would definitely like to make a few new friends.

You should always listen to the old man's words and give him a message.

Geralt said in a deep voice, "The matter is of great importance. I must go back to the castle to seek the opinions of all members of the Wolf faction. As for the conclusion..."

"Ok?"

"If you're lucky, Vesemir, Lambert, and Eskel return to Kaer Morhen early, and I'll give you the results of the discussion this winter." Geralt paused, "Seriously, boy, Don't get your hopes up, unless they're having collective brain cramps!"

"How to notify? We are wandering, and I'm afraid we won't be in Sintra by then." Roy didn't seem to hear the second sentence.

"Before the end of this year, you need to go to Novigrad to find a guy named Dandelion. There is always a brothel, tavern, and opera house where you can find the romantic poet. I will tell him the results and he will relay them to you. "

"Dandelion of Novigrad?" Roy's mind instantly flashed the image of a handsome poet with a mustache and a big talker, "Then it's settled!"

He held out his hand to the white wolf, and the white wolf stared at him with his hands on his hips, and then he was unwilling to hold the hand of friendship that was stretched out.

"I regret knowing you a little bit, hopeless boy." White Wolf said, "I also want to advise you, give up naive ideas, it will never be realized."

"Continue, there is no doubt that you will become the laughing stock of the bards."

"How do you know if you don't try? I'm young, and I still have a chance to fail." Roy said confidently, but his heart was filled with vain panic.

But the witcher had to make a change, he would go to it when no one came, even if it became a joke.

He also understands that it is impossible to realize this idea at this stage, but it is also good to leave an impression on the demon hunters around him.

It will be more persuasive if you mention it again later.

"But if it succeeds, everyone present will be proud, because you... have witnessed the birth of an era!"

"Then I'll wait and see." White Wolf shook his head, sighed in a very small voice, and waved his hands, "I hope you can surprise me!"

"Lethor, Oakes, Serrit, I have to bring the Dryad Queen's answer to Wenslav of Brugge. If I delay any longer, that mad king might want to chop off my head."

"Farewell, everyone!"

The three snake factions waved goodbye, but their faces were extremely stiff.

"Geralt, I'm waiting for your good news! Finally, don't forget to meet Ciri!"

The white wolf turned and left, still muttering non-stop, "I'm really crazy...crazy..."

……

"Huh..." Roy looked at the sky that hadn't yet brightened, and waved his fist, "The butterfly's wings are finally about to blow the storm. White wolf, don't let me down."

"Little devil, any agreement you made with the white wolf without authorization has nothing to do with me, Serrit, or Oakes." Lei Suo's deep voice sounded, "You have to go to the appointment in Novigrad by yourself!"

He suddenly sighed and blamed himself again, "It's also my fault. I was too indulgent to you before, so that you didn't know the heights of heaven and earth. In the future, you should change your training method and change your arrogant temper."

Roy's heart sank, what was supposed to come still came.

"Aren't you against it?"

"But I didn't agree either." Oakes had a rare expression on his face, "Roy, I'll just pretend you got kicked in the head by a donkey for drinking too much, so don't talk nonsense next time."

"I……"

"Young people always have some unrealistic ideas..." Serrit wrapped Roy's neck with a pair of oppressive arms like steel pliers, and instantly called him back from the fiery fantasy to the cold reality. "I understand you, who hasn't been young and frivolous?"

"Little ghost, the daydream is over. Now we are the only ones left, let's have a good talk." Lei Suo waved his hand to stop everyone's conversation, and led them into the hut, "Before you left this trip, you mentioned that you would bring back a friend The white wolf? The whereabouts of most demon hunters are a mystery, where did you find out his whereabouts?"

The bald man spat out countless questions,

"Could it be that you are a prophet... and all the abnormalities you have shown in the past half a year need a reasonable explanation!"

The three Snake factions folded their arms around their chests, and their amber pupils aimed at the young man.

"I promised," Roy took a deep breath and pleaded, "I will tell you the secret, because you are my own! But can you keep it secret for me?"

"Imp/Roy/Boy!"

"You want us to swear?"

"That's not necessary." Roy pursed his lips, lowered his head and rubbed his cheeks with his hands, raised his head after a long time, hesitation flashed in his dark golden eyes, and he said, "Everyone, have you heard of the ancient blood?"

Lesso and Oakes showed doubts on their faces, while Serrit's expression tightened,

"The blood of the ancients, I have heard about it." Serrit said suddenly, "It comes from the elf prophet, Islin's prophecy—"

"Holy blood, cursed blood! Blood of the slayer, blood of the savior! Blood of birth, blood of death!" Serrit recited it in a cadence, his tone slowing down, "Some ancient elves were born Possess extraordinary talents in magic, space, and prophecy, and as they grow older, their abilities become stronger and stronger, and they finally awaken as elf sages, and it is said that ancient blood flows in their bodies."

"But what does that have to do with you, boy?"

"I think you all guessed it...all the questions have an answer." Roy exhaled, "The blood of the ancients."

This is the answer he has been thinking about for a long time. The blood of the ancients can almost perfectly explain his spatial ability and foresight.

And these will be exposed sooner or later in the future fighting side by side with the members of the Snake faction. More precisely, Lei Suo has already noticed it in the previous relationship.

Instead of hiding it, it is better to take the initiative to inform and win trust.

"Little ghost, if I understand correctly." Lei Suo asked back, "You, the son of a farmer from the countryside of Aedir, claim to have inherited the ancient blood of the elves?"

"It's unbelievable, but I can prove it to you—right now!" Roy's face was complicated, but he didn't talk nonsense, and led the three of them out of the room.

The morning sun outside is warm and warm.

In the simple courtyard, a slender young man in black leather armor stretched out his hand to grab the void, and a delicate hand crossbow suddenly appeared in the empty palm.