God-level Demon Hunter

Sometimes, plans are always better than change.

The lively and active Oakes lowered his head unexpectedly, instead of admiring the wonderful scenery, he closed his mouth tacitly, trying to pretend nothing had happened, thinking of slipping away from the woman as soon as possible.

They leaned over, and then smelled a burst of strong perfume, refreshing, and there were some other ingredients in it.

"Witcher!"

The smaller female sorceress turned her face the moment she passed by, stroking Anka on the neck, her hazel eyes flickered, "I recognize you..."

"I'm sorry, although I'd love to meet such a beautiful and charming lady as you, but we haven't met before." Oakes said in a hurry, and was about to support Zelin to move on.

The sorceress stopped directly in front of them.

"I'm sure..." said the sorceress, "I'm not old enough to lose my memory. Last time we saw it, northwest of Goth Velen, on Thaned Isle..." She turned to her companion, "T Liz, remember that joke?"

"Of course, the memory is still fresh..." Another female sorceress with red chestnut fluffy long hair had a clear and moving voice like a lark. With deep curiosity on his face, "Are the few of them trying to sneak into Arethusa and got caught?"

Keira Metz pointed to the Oakes brothers, "These two, I remember correctly, should be called Serrit and Oakes, plus another bald demon hunter, Resor, broke into the place without applying. Entered Arethusa, unfortunately, was caught by a bunch of teachers from the academy."

The sorceress seemed to be recalling the funny scene at that time, covering her mouth with a coquettish smile, "But not only did they not have any bad intentions, they also sent a good student to the college, so the college released them the next day."

"Ms. Keira, you have a really good memory..." Oakes smiled wryly. He, who was always an optimist, was in a bad mood. Being captured by a group of warlocks was not a glorious deed. "But I'm sorry, we don't have time to catch up with you now, we have to leave."

"Wait! Who is this handsome young man in the middle? I have no impression of such a young witcher!"

Kayla Metz walked around the witcher like a cat, her skirt and hair touched the witcher's body indistinctly, and there seemed to be a different kind of enthusiasm hidden in those hazel eyes, which made Luo Yi thought of the scene of the girl selling to the guests.

He kept silent.

"This is our little brother, Roy the Snake Demon Hunter..."

Serrit said something for him.

"Roy, I've heard about it for a long time! Kasca's benefactor!" Kayla Metz glanced at the Snake Demon Hunter, and said with a smile, "Let me think about it... Edsberg's card Scarlett, Thelma of Cintra, you... actually sent two Warlock seeds! The Academy should really award the Snake School the Medal of Honor—Friends of Arethusa!"

Keira held out her small hand towards the young witcher.

Roy shook hands, and he was a little stunned, unknowingly, they actually helped two poor deformed girls.

"So, my friends, are you going to rescue this white rose knight?" Keira Metz suddenly nodded to Triss, who made a gesture, and said skillfully without waiting for the demon hunter to respond. After uttering the spell, the sapphire silver amulet on the chest trembled, and the magical light instantly enveloped the knights' bodies, scanning all the injuries in their bodies.

The witcher's hand holding down the hilt retracted again.

Keira Metz explained on the side, "Why waste time looking for a doctor, sister Triss is proficient in healing spells, she is the best doctor."

Hearing this, Roy remembered another ridiculous fact. Although Ms. Triss Merigold was good at healing, she was allergic to magic and could not use any magical healing methods on herself.

Triss took her words, "These two injuries have stabilized, and I don't need to intervene. But I can treat the remaining knight and save his life from danger."

The three witchers exchanged glances.

"Beautiful Ms. Triss, tell me, what are your conditions?" Oakes asked.

"Conditions?" The sorceress looked at the demon hunters uncertainly, then shook her head, "I understand the principles of the demon hunters. But this treatment will not charge any fees, and you don't need to run errands."

"After all, you brought those poor children to Arethusa and helped them out of their misery. A helping hand is no respect."

The eyes of the two sorceresses flickered, and they both thought of some bad things in the past.

The demon hunters breathed a sigh of relief, and it would be great if someone was willing to solve the puzzle for free.They quickly found a guest room nearby with two sorceresses.

"Wait a moment, it won't take much time."

Triss Merigold began to chant the incantation.

……

"Ms. Keira, I would like to ask, what are you doing in the trade zone?"

"Call me Counselor Kayla..." The sorceress puffed out her exquisite chest and stretched out her hand towards the witcher, "A few days ago, I was officially appointed as the royal advisor to King Foltest of Vizima .”

The three witchers kissed the back of her hand according to the etiquette.

"This time I came to the trade zone to visit a friend..." She bit her lip when she said the word "friend", her tone became cold. "Rita Needle, do you know each other?"

"Cough, cough..." The young witcher looked strange, "I'm afraid you came in vain, Coral is still working in Kerak."

"Coral?" Keira Metz noticed the witcher's tone and said in surprise, "Does she allow you to call her that? I understand... She regards you as important as her favorite lipstick." Keira said with great interest, "I didn't expect that an old woman who doesn't know how to relax can make friends. She's still a witcher. She's quite young and has good taste..." Her eyes became more presumptuous, as if she was looking at the goods.

Roy's face darkened, "Consultant Keira, it's too much to talk about a noble lady behind her back."

"Angry? So your relationship with her is more 'deep' than I imagined," Keira giggled coquettishly, "Don't worry, I called her an old woman for a reason. I know That angelfish tattoo on her body? Go to Skelliger's history books and you'll find out her true age."

"So what?" Roy shook his head, "What's the difference between a [-]-year-old sorceress and a [-]-year-old sorceress? Don't forget that time doesn't mean much to a witcher either. "

"Hey, what a young and energetic guy... Since you are willing to look after her room, then we won't bother you." Kyla Metz turned her back and faced the witcher brothers again.

"Would you like to consider my proposal in Sintra?" Keira Metz brushed her hair from her temples, turned to Oaks, her brown eyes waved softly, "Vizima is a big city, and the facilities here are more luxurious than those in the countryside. Much more, I heard there is Rose Hot Spring..."

……

With his chin propped up, Roy sat side by side with two knights with missing arms and legs, quietly admiring the "performance" of another sorceress' spellcasting.The slender fingers intertwined with colorful rays of light, dazzling potions flew out of the magic package, arranged in a circle, and revolved around her body continuously, as if performing magic.

Among them, very few demon hunters can recognize them, and most of them are advanced alchemy potions.

Both knights fell into a state of dementia, and the series of smooth movements of the sorceress, coupled with her exquisite facial features and perfect figure, was like an exotic dance.

Unknowingly, Zelin Knight saw a trace of crystal saliva oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Roy was in a daze for a while, Triss Merigold, this woman who used to only exist in another dimension-Kaer Morhen, the garden hot spring, the lighthouse by the river, and the Toussaint Vineyard, turned out to be real The earth appeared in front of my eyes, and it was still so within reach.

He was in a trance, unable to distinguish the virtual from the real.

But the aftertaste is always short-lived. With a slender finger, the medicine in the container covered Mars' wound in an unimaginable way, and quickly penetrated into it.Gradually, the knight's pale face returned to blood, he stopped talking in his sleep, and fell asleep peacefully.

The female sorceress wiped the sweat from her forehead with a pure white champagne. Her skin is not very fair, but it is very delicate. After working hard, there is a healthy blush.

The gentle sunlight in the morning coated this layer of skin with a layer of brilliance, which was soul-stirring for a while.

"He is no longer in danger of dying, but he has to lie in bed for a month. During this period, he can't exercise vigorously, and the wound should not get wet."

The witcher nodded, and cooperated with Zelling and Yagon to make Mars lie down better.

"Ms. Merigold, thank you for your hard work this time."

Triss smiled, the beauty spots on her lips and the few freckles on her cheeks seemed to come to life, she looked cheerful like a girl. "Before I met you, I always thought that demon hunters were stronger than bears, men in their seventies and eighties."

"I have never seen a sorceress as young as you."

"you know me?"

"Why do you say that?"

"You look at me like you're looking at an acquaintance." Triss said curiously,

Can my eyes speak?

Roy complained in his heart,

"In a sense, I know you... Well, I heard your name from Geralt. You are Yennefer's good sister, a young and talented sorceress."

"Yennefer, this guy hasn't brought me to meet her lover yet... I don't know how the relationship between the two of them is repairing now." Triss pursed her lips in distress, then smiled happily at the witcher, and stretched her arms towards him. "Let's get to know each other again, witcher. I am Vizima's royal advisor, Triss Merigold from Maribor."

So Triss hasn't seduced Geralt yet.

"If there is an entrustment in the future, how about giving me a discount?"

"Of course it's okay. By the way, I'm Roy, the Snake Demon Hunter..." The Demon Hunter took her hand and kissed it lightly.

Physical sensitivity or other reasons.

The moment the witcher's lips touched the back of his hand, the sorceress' face flushed, goosebumps appeared on her skin, and even her body couldn't help trembling slightly.

Chapter 28 The Priest of the God of Omens

The dark sewers are so dark that there is almost no light. Dirty and smelly liquids gurgle in the gutters. Occasionally, mice and cockroaches crawl through the corners and make chirping sounds.

Subtle footsteps sounded, and three figures holding torches stopped somewhere in the pipeline. "The corpses of the two batwing demons are gone..." Someone said,

"Human blood is fine wine for vampires, and the blood of lowly vampires is also an irresistible temptation for wild animals." Oakes touched the side of the hood and lowered his voice, "The body of the batwing demon... It's probably been eaten up."

"Keep your eyes open. There are no pieces of meat or bones nearby. The corpse of that thing doesn't look like it was eaten." Serrit said in a deep voice.

After sending the three knights back to Yada, the Serrit brothers decided to accompany Roy into the sewer. The cooperation of the three demon hunters was enough to deal with most dangers.

The pupils of the demon hunter began to reflect the cold light, reflecting a trace of dragging on the ground where the sewage flowed, which was difficult for ordinary people to detect. On top of the winding trace, a looming red ribbon condensed by blood molecules emerged and stretched out. Show them the way to the end of the invisible darkness.

"This way..." Oakes wiped the dirty water from his palms on the red and white turban, and then chased after him along the path with strides.

Roy and Serrit followed behind. Compared to the reckless Oakes, the two acted more cautiously: they extinguished the torch, half of their bodies hid in the darkness, and vigilantly scouted the surrounding environment as they walked.

The corpses were dragged neither near nor far. They crossed two marked pipes on the map, and finally came near an old brick wall covered with moss and phytoplankton.

A fork in the road, the left side and the front are all places that have not been visited yet, and the bloody ribbon and the traces of dragging come to an abrupt end here.

The demon hunter exchanged glances, quickly searched the nearby ground and walls, and then found some scattered marks on the bricks in the corner, which were the basic characters of a row of common characters in the North.

How can there be such a row of characters for no reason in a dirty, dangerous, and inaccessible sewer?All the witchers realized that this was some kind of mechanism.

The witcher brothers didn't act recklessly, they had no clue.

And after Roy thought for a while, the unimaginable dream suddenly flashed in his mind. In the huge spider web, the spider-like monster screamed at him.

"Black Grebar..."

"blakat...gray...ba..."

He remembered that this name of unknown meaning also appeared on the bottom of the tongue of a batwing demon.

Is it a coincidence?

Roy checked the characters on the wall again, and he was determined: no more, no less, just right!

"This is the password of the agency!" Roy touched the bricks painted with characters, and at the same time motioned for the Oaks brothers to draw out their weapons, seal them, and stand on both sides of the wall.

When he finished touching all the characters, there was a light and crisp sound suddenly, like the moment he unlocked the door with a key.

Roy pushed against the wall again, and the wall that was motionless was easily pushed away.

The heavy brick wall rubbed against the ground, causing a huge movement, and a secret room was slowly revealed behind the wall.

At the door of the secret room, the demon hunter waited for a while but did not hear any movement, so he separated two people to go in to explore the way.

Serrit, who was in the lead, took out a fist-sized glass ball from his close-fitting leather bag, rolled it along the ground toward the depths of the secret room, and then led Roy along the path the glass ball rolled over.

The two walked into a narrow corridor. The floor was covered with a scarlet carpet, covered with dried blood scabs, and a trace of fresh blood could be seen. The walls on both sides maintained the rough and dark gray style of the sewer. The only difference is that it has been artificially polished and looks smoother.

After the corridor is a spacious and bright hall. The brazier in the corner is burning blazingly, fully revealing the details of the hall: there are no extra decorations here, and an altar placed in the center is the most eye-catching.

A rotten smell far stronger than that in the sewer rushed to his face.

The altar was full of corpses, and hundreds of thousands of biological remains gathered to form a hill. At a glance, small animals like rats, medium-sized animals like hounds, monsters such as water ghosts and evil ghosts, and even monsters that could be easily distinguished at a glance is human.

Most of them are of a certain age, leaving only bare skeletons, but some are relatively new, and after being highly corrupted, they are covered with red, green and green abscesses, mucus, and white rotten flesh.

Including the two headless bat-winged corpses.

The witcher's gaze continued to move forward. Behind the altar stood a tall wooden frame like a door frame, and a totem was hung with thin black threads.

A web is drawn on the totem, and a lifelike lion-faced spider crawls in the web.Black fluff, sharp clawed feet, and a hideous body shape are just the miniature version of the monster Roy saw in his dream.

"Black Grebar, does this mean it?" Roy was stunned. Suddenly, the blood-colored pattern on the back of the lion-faced spider seemed to come alive, wriggling non-stop, from slow to fast, forming a vortex, attracting him all minds.

At the same time, there was a bewitching whisper, like the combined voices of countless men, women, old and young, echoing in his ears.

All of a sudden, many illusions appeared in front of his eyes, and Roy's expression became dazed, but his strong will sounded the alarm for him.

He shook his head, bit the tip of his tongue lightly, and after the severe pain passed, the strange illusion disappeared from his eyes.

He looked away immediately.

"Don't look at that totem!"

"Well……"

Brother Serrit regained his spirits and at the same time broke free from the hallucination.

The three of them exchanged glances solemnly.

By coincidence, they raised their toes, arched their backs and began to walk towards the altar.

Everything in the secret room proves that this is an underground stronghold of a secret cult.The question is where did the priest go?

The brazier was still burning, where did the believers who moved the batwing demon's body go?

Serrit stopped after walking a few steps, and then pointed to the altar piled up like a mountain.