God-level Demon Hunter

Then its cruel eyes collided with the three pairs of eyes watching outside the palace, and it was fixed on Roy. A bewildered expression appeared on its ugly and ferocious face. It seemed to still retain a trace of memory, thinking about this picture Who is the familiar face?

But soon, the human nature in the monster bird's body was completely crushed by the animal nature. It opened its mouth ferociously at the demon hunter, revealing a mouthful of shark-like white teeth, and then "clicked", like a demonstration, and quickly clenched its jaws together. together.

It rushed over with both feet, and there was no sound during the running, like a gust of wind.

The three demon hunters calmly formed the Sign of Arden facing it, circles of dreamy purple light rose from the ground, marking out a restricted area.

The purple circle of light is like a cage. As soon as the monster bird rushed into it, its body stagnated visibly to the naked eye. Naturally, it was empty.

The three of them took the opportunity to jump outside the magic circle, and circled it clockwise in three different directions, with the tip of their swords always pointing at it, like three cunning leopards cooperating to hunt a huge bull.

The demon bird let out a deep roar, swung its pointy head, and observed the three demon hunters with slightly confused eyes. Finally, its scarlet eyes locked on Roy, and disgusting saliva began to drip from its penetrating fangs.

The first impression made it choose the weakest witcher as food.

Roy didn't rush, and turned around a semi-circle flexibly facing it, relying on his fast and slow pace, disrupted the rhythm of the monster bird, making it temporarily unable to find a suitable time to take off.

Then, at the moment when it tensed its body and was about to jump, the Serrit brothers from the other two directions thrust two swords behind it like lightning.

The sacred silver on the demon hunter's weapon and the layer of sword oil applied can both cause additional damage and burning pain to the vampire demon bird.

The monster bird suffered pain, and instantly dropped its original target, screamed and turned around, grinning at Brother Oaks.

But its impoverished mind couldn't figure it out. It was in the hands of the demon hunter, and when it turned around, the flaw on the other side was exposed again.

Arondette in Roy's hand danced a dazzling sword light in the dark night.In the next moment, whoo, whoa, whoa, three consecutive swords across the demon bird's back.

Because he didn't want to take the demon bird's life, the demon hunter kept his strength, but the lake girl's sword was so sharp that it cut the demon bird's skin and flesh, and sprinkled a glaring pool of blood.

The demon bird's red hair began to tremble, howled angrily, and kept making harsh noises.

However, it was of no avail, no matter which direction it showed its intention to attack the demon hunters, it would be retaliated by the remaining two demon hunters in an instant.

Although the vampire demon bird itself is powerful and can cause huge troubles to the demon hunters alone, but under the siege of three demon hunters, it has no power to resist at all.

The sign of Arden disappeared, and the witcher quickly added it. This cycle went on and on, always leaving the monster "deep in the quagmire".

It could only struggle weakly, but soon, the gray rock-like body was scratched with dense wounds by different sword blades. Although none of them were critical, and the positions were not deep into the flesh, the number was huge, and thick blood flowed along these wounds. The wound slipped down and dripped shallowly on the ground.

Under the moonlight, the blood has a black luster, which is strangely beautiful.

The blood-sucking demon bird began to slow down due to excessive blood loss, its strength weakened, and its eyes were no longer so fierce. It finally realized the crisis, and its survival instinct allowed it to aim at the gap between the three demon hunters and leap desperately.

However, it was the witcher's sign of Alder who greeted it.

There was a loud "bang" in the empty palace, and the strong impact was like a blow to the head, pushing the vampire demon bird back into the circle.

The vampire demon bird uttered the weakest howl since the fight. It staggered and fell to the ground, calling out "Woooo" like a pleading bitch.

Oakes' eyes froze, "Hey! Guys, this thing is begging us for mercy? Are we going too far? How can she be a princess, and three big men beat up a little girl..."

"Okay, don't pretend to me," Serrit put the sword back into its sheath, and unwrapped a long and heavy silver chain with a heavy object at the end from behind his waist. "If you really want to help Yada, you should quickly lift the curse on her!"

Several people acted tacitly, and each untied a silver chain.

The moment the vampire demon bird got up, three silver chains whizzed through the air, coiled up like a long snake, and wrapped around the demon bird's shoulders and neck.

The monster bird trembled and began to struggle desperately, but the three demon hunters circled around it quickly, wrapping the silver chain around its body round after round.Soon, it was tied into a rice dumpling and fell to the ground, only showing a ferocious head outside, completely losing the ability to move.

At night, there was a series of feeble howls, which was the only thing the vampire demon bird could do.

"Hey, be quiet." Roy tied the end of the chain in a knot, walked up to the monster bird, and touched her head.The hair was unexpectedly tangled.

Then the demon hunter took a long time to pull out its tongue from its ferocious mouthparts, and observed the bottom of the tongue.

"blakat grayba..."

As expected, the bottom of the vampire demon bird's tongue was tattooed with the brand of black Grebar.

"What's the matter, Roy?" Brother Oaks also came over curiously.

"Remember those two bat-winged demons? They also have this brand on them. This is the method used by the disciples of the God of Omens to control monsters." Roy said coldly.

"Abigail!" Serritt yelled suddenly, "The recurrence of the princess' curse must have something to do with this disciple of the god of evil omens!"

Roy nodded, "Sooner or later, we'll find that sinister woman and ask him about it, but not now. By the way, don't mention this to anyone."

……

It was almost three hours before dawn, and Foltest's royal advisor arrived late.

The three warlocks were all shocked when they saw the huge creature that was more than two meters in front of them and tied into rice dumplings.

"The snake demon hunters from the south really deserve their reputation." Triss Merigold carefully examined the demon hunters, and quickly confirmed that they were not injured at all, except for a little sweat on their foreheads.

The treatment methods she had prepared were useless.

Kayla Metz looked at Brother Oaks with brilliant eyes. She didn't expect that big-brained witcher's fighting ability to be better than his kung fu in bed. "Look at this unique binding method. It actually binds a bloodthirsty and ugly monster into a silvery cutie."

Hot and humid sweat suddenly oozes from her tender palms, and she inexplicably imagines such a picture in her mind.Dark night, lonely open space, two men and one woman, bundled Play?

"What does it feel like these chains are tied to him, or to me?" When Kayla Metz thought of this, she couldn't help tucking her legs secretly.

"Thank you for your hard work tonight, the three masters..." Fikat interrupted the sorceress' reverie, "Leave the rest to us."

The three warlocks began to cast spells on the weak vampire demon bird.

They used the ready-made blood on the ground as paint, and traced spells on the ferocious head of the monster bird.

Tadpole-like incantations crawled all over the face of the vampire demon bird, and gradually covered the silver chains that bound it, most of them were in ancient languages, there were also Elliron languages, and some other variant languages.

After working hard for half an hour, the three warlocks summoned strong elemental power to infiltrate these spells.As the spell took effect, the demon bird's ugly face became extremely quiet, and its breathing became smooth and steady. Not long after, its chest began to rise and fall regularly, and it just fell asleep.

The warlocks breathed a sigh of relief, sweat was evident on their faces.

"Three, you have to carry the princess back to the tomb..."

The witchers do what they say.

The tomb under the palace is about the same size as the bedroom in the palace, but it is empty except for a double sarcophagus with the lid lifted in the center.

Even the candlesticks and torches have been taken away.

The warlocks used magic to create a torch to illuminate the entire tomb, and then asked the witcher to stuff Adda, who was bound by a silver chain, into the coffin in the center of the tomb, and there was still a lot of space.

Then, Roy, the demon hunter, also lay down next to the monster. Because of his height, he only reached the monster's chest and didn't have to face its ugly head.

Someone thoughtfully closed the coffin lid for him, and the space suddenly fell into darkness, with only a gap for breathing.

"Hey, Roy!" Oakes yelled, "The noble Temerian princess is lying next to you. Be careful with your head when you touch her!"

"Get out! If you have the ability, you can move, can you do it?!"

"Ahem..." Fikat interrupted the demon hunter's nonsense, and passed in a kerosene lamp and an hourglass from the crack in the coffin, "Master Roy, I have wronged you. As long as you stay with the demon bird ...No, the princess lies down until the third dawn, and the curse will leave the princess completely."

"Don't worry, our spell will keep the princess in a coma until she regains her human form. There will always be someone outside to protect you."

Trissy's voice cut in, "Roy, Your Majesty said that if a life-threatening accident occurs, you can leave the coffin first! He won't blame you!"

"take care of yourself!"

"Understood!" The demon hunter raised the hourglass in front of his eyes. In the dim coffin, he could only see a vague outline with his eyesight, but it was enough.

Gorfin Black Cat was hidden in the wild by the witcher. If there was any danger, he would send it back directly.

"Three days, let's just meditate..." The demon hunter finally turned to look at the vampire demon bird, feeling its steady breathing, and his vision gradually returned to nothingness.

He went into meditation.

……

When the witcher awoke from meditation for the fourth time, all the sand in the hourglass drained to the bottom.

This shows that the agreed third dawn has come quietly.

He was not busy with activities, but closed his eyes and listened for a while, he heard a gentle breath, turned his face, and the huge thing chained by the silver chain was gone, replaced by a naked woman.

The dark red hair covered most of her fair and pretty face, her lips were pale and dry due to lack of water, and most of her uneven figure was covered by the chains, revealing half of her fair and firm body.

She sensed the movement of the witcher,

"Roy!?"

"It's me..." The witcher lit the kerosene lamp with a miniature Igni, and Adda murmured and rubbed her eyes in the firelight.

"I just woke up, what is this place? Where am I?"

"Have you forgotten, princess..." Roy took off the leather armor with great effort and handed it to the woman, "You cursed again before, but it's over. The curse is completely gone from you."

"Let's go," said the witcher softly, "It's time to go home."

Chapter 33 Rewards

A carriage drives out of Old Vizima, heading east to Castle Foltest.

"Tell me, Adda, what's going on?" The witcher twitched his cheeks, greedily biting the white bread with fresh vegetables and beef, and taking a sip of goat's milk from time to time.

Lying in the coffin and eating dry food for three days, the witcher's hunger has reached the threshold, and he feels that he can eat a cow now.

"Do you still have the memory, why does the curse recur?"

Adda sat across from him, in the innermost seat of the carriage.

The princess of Vizima was much more civilized. She slowly tore the bread into pieces with her slender and slender fingers, and then stuffed it into her bright red lips to chew in small bites, with an aristocratic elegance.

At this moment, she had changed into a clean black lace dress, and she was no longer in the calmest state in the coffin.

A lady hat with black frills concealed her shaggy red hair.She was still wearing the big witcher's cloak, and her figure under the cloak was significantly thinner than a week ago.

Roy has witnessed this with his own eyes. The willow waist, which is full of grip, has become thin to a certain extent, not as fit as before.

"My last memory." Adda looked at the witcher in a daze, and pulled the cloak, as if feeling a little cold. "Take off the amulet, drink the potion Abigail made for me, and then I'll be unconscious until I wake up from the coffin."

"What potion?" The witcher raised his eyebrows.

"An elixir that can break the curse on me..." Adda's narrow eyes flashed with memories, "I confirmed it with Abigail... more than 20 years ago, Oss, who cursed my mother and me Tritter, as expected, believed in the lion-faced spider. That bastard had been active in the sanctuary of ominous omens in the sewers during his lifetime, and according to Abigail, he asked the high priest at that time for a curse method."

"This is also the source of my bad luck. And Abigail, as the priest of the God of Omens, has the ability to solve it for me."

The witcher lowered his head, as expected.

Adda thought for a while, and said mockingly, "I still remember the formula of the elixir clearly. It includes three drops of wolf's blood, three drops of bile from a woman who was just buried... and my father Fortes Special blood... a few key ingredients allowed her to concoct the so-called elixir to break the curse."

"Your Highness..." Roy rolled his eyes, "Is your trust in Abigail a little too much? As far as I know, blood can be cursed. You are not afraid that Abigail will use Foltest's Blood against him. He is your father, King of Temeria."

"Want to curse a king? It's not that simple," Adda said. "Foltest has countless magic talismans, but they are hidden in places that ordinary people can't see. No curse can work on him." If you want to threaten his life, unless—" Adda stared at Roy and murmured, "Unless a demon hunter with extraordinary skills like you becomes an assassin."

"puff--"

"What's wrong with you, Roy?"

"Well...it's okay, I choked on eating too fast." The demon hunter wiped the goat milk from the corner of his mouth and the cold sweat on his forehead, "Your Highness, don't be joking. I can't be an assassin, the snake sent the demon hunter even more Won't."

"I'm just making an analogy..." Adda was a little curious as to why the demon hunter reacted so violently to this topic.

"Let's get back to the point." The witcher burped. "According to what you said just now, there is no doubt that it was Abigail who used the potion to awaken the curse in your body. What she did was considered wrong. Vizima's royal advisors have removed the curse from your body once and for all."

"After this curse occurs, you will no longer become a vampire demon bird."

Adda nodded, and then muttered to herself, "Abigail has clearly reached an agreement with me, and swore to the lion-faced spider, but she backtracked! This little bitch... I can't spare her!"

"She knows the price of betraying me." Adda said coldly, "I have figured out the root of the God of Omens in Vizima. If I want to, I can uproot the Cult of Omens in Vizima at any time , isn't she afraid?"

"Maybe she didn't lie," Roy suggested another possibility, "The curse can only be completely cleared after it erupts completely, but there are some selfish intentions mixed in, and she has moved other things... As for what she thinks , and you can figure it out when you catch it and confront it. Now—"

The witcher opened the curtains of the carriage, and he saw Foltest Castle standing in the morning light not far away, "You'd better think about how to explain it to His Majesty the King later."

"There's no need to explain..." Adda took it for granted, "This is what Foltest owes to me and my mother..."

Adda's mother was Foltest's younger sister, and her name was also Adda.

"After meeting Foltest, can you find Abigail for me?"

……

Foltest sat on the golden throne, and behind him stood the three royal advisors, and the old yellow dog crawled at his feet.

Adda came from the entrance on the other side of the palace, stepped on the saffron wool carpet, passed the guards with halberds wearing silver armor on both sides, and walked slowly to Foltest.

The three witchers followed her and stood at the foot of the steps leading to the throne.

"Yada, my daughter, come here and let me take a good look..."

The king held her hand tightly, looked at her pale face, was silent for a while, closed his eyes and sighed, with pain in his bright eyes, "I'm sorry for your mother, for not being able to take good care of you. "

"It's not your fault." Adda said calmly with her pretty face down.