God-level Demon Hunter

Roy chose the next best thing. As long as the other party takes the first step, there will be more opportunities to persuade.

Berengar's attitude was vague, neither refusing nor agreeing.

"I will consider……"

Berengar was obviously moved, but after a moment of silence, he still politely refused. After seven or eighty years of life, he would not be easily persuaded.

"Friends of the Snake School, I am very glad to have worked with you, and I will never forget the absurd experience in the Queen's House of the Night. But Kaer Morhen, I can't go back."

The witchers were sorry, but they didn't insist,

"We will stay in Novigrad for a while. If you change your mind, you are welcome at any time... We will provide equipment blueprints and high-quality forging materials at that time. You only need to forge to your heart's content."

The Snake Demon Hunter left an expectation, and after a farewell banquet, he left Vizima City on horseback from the stone bridge in the north.

Berengar looked at the backs of the crowd, lost in thought.

Volume [-] She Who Knows All

Chapter 1 Survivors

The northern suburbs are full of farmland, among which crops such as turnips, carrots, and peppers are planted, as well as some low shrubs and grasses.

In the center is a broad main road, stretching from Vizima to the endless north.

The main road is full of wheel marks, and every day there are carriages passing by from south to north, some of them head to Novigrad, and some head to the no man's land in the west, Gos Velen.

But the demon hunters didn't intend to follow this road in a regular manner. According to the plan, they drove their horses into the vast wilderness shortly after leaving Vizima.

The wilderness is unpredictable and dangerous, but it is rich in product resources.

Early October has entered autumn, which is the most active season for wild animals. Demon hunters gallop in the wilderness on horseback. From time to time, foxes, roe deer, and elk suddenly emerge from the nearby grass, shrubs, and rocks, swaggering around hang out.

Roy even saw a family of wild boars, extremely fat sows and boars, with a bunch of petite cubs behind their buttocks, whimpering and crawling around in the grass.

After a heated internal discussion, the Snake Witcher released them a yard, and did not break up this neat family.

In the evening, the demon hunters split into two groups. Roy took Golfin out to hunt, and the three of them chose a temporary camp in the open space behind a rock and set up a bonfire.

When the moon hangs in the sky, the rich smell of meat rises with the smoke from the cooking. The youngest witcher holds a soft-bristled brush in one hand and brushes spices and honey on the deer seeds that have been disembowelled and cleaned on the grill. The other hand keeps turning the grill.

until the meat is golden brown, crisp-tender and juicy.

……

Four snake demon hunters gathered around the bonfire, eating the dwarven spirits and apple cider taken out of the space, and their mouths were full of oil... An entire adult forest deer turned into a bare skeleton.

"Boy, in the future, if you don't do this job, you can work as a chef in a tavern in a big city!" Lei Suo sucked his finger and said, "Make sure to make money!"

"Hi'er... How about roasting a bison tomorrow?" Serrit touched his chubby belly, picked his teeth with his left little finger, and began to think about the next few meals, "Switch to rabbits the day after tomorrow, and then... ..."

……

"I said you are enough, I am a witcher, not your servant!" Roy angrily stuffed a piece of barbecue into the mouth of the howling Gorffin Black Dog. It had already eaten two rabbits. But still want to add some food.

"Roy, you should feel honored...preparing food for seniors is a glorious tradition of Snake Pie!" Oakes suddenly stood up, hooked his fingers at the young man, and showed a mouthful of white teeth, "Eat and drink enough, you should do some exercise , accompany me to learn from each other!"

……

After the sparring, the demon hunters calmed their horses with Axifa India, and then sprinkled a circle of dried fork-tailed dragon excrement around the camp to prevent harassment in the dark.

At night, there will be a demon hunter in charge of vigil. After all, besides wild beasts, there are also troublesome existences in the wilderness such as Andregg, petrified lizards, and Qiqimo.

But Roy is not in the scope of the night watch.

He would sit by the campfire and listen to the stories of Lesso and the Oakes brothers, such as the experience of trekking in dangerous places in the far south, and some stories of fighting monsters and surviving near death.

But it is more about experience, they will unreservedly share the experience of demon hunters in all aspects of combat, medicine preparation, and monster identification.

There are also repeated discussions to hone your fighting intuition.

Train Golfin.

Occasionally, in the dead of night, Roy would sneak out of the camp, take out the telescope in the space, and chat with the sorceress in Kerak.

A week passed smoothly, and there was no special danger except for a grizzly bear.

Until this cloudy day, the four discovered something unusual.

The sky is covered with cottony, dark, turbid clouds, the sun is completely blocked, and the air is extremely oppressive.

A gust of cold wind whizzed across the vast wilderness, bending the shrubs and grass, and the continuous chirping of insects stopped.

The demon hunter, who was walking slowly while holding the rein, turned his gaze to a distance not far away, where a narrow path hovering between the fences loomed. At the end of the path, it led to a row of simple buildings, a small village.

"Have you smelled it?" Lei Suo moved his nose, and in addition to the fresh smell of soil, plants and animals, there was still a strange smell lingering in the air.

Several demon hunters felt it carefully for a moment, their faces were solemn, and a faint smell of blood came from the direction of the village, not only the blood of animals, but also mixed with human blood.

"Everyone be careful..."

The witcher tied the horse to a crooked neck tree nearby, and then, under the cover of tall and lush elephant grass, lurked to the outer edge of the village, behind a hut made of wood, rammed earth, and hay, and listened for a while .

There is only deathly silence, not to mention human conversation, even the barking, breathing, and heartbeat of domestic animals are completely absent.

Things went wrong, and the witcher became more cautious. He crept up to the roof of the wooden house, squatted on the eaves like a cat, and observed the whole village from a height.

Dozens of old houses with grass and wood structures appeared in the field of vision, most of them were residential houses, and a larger tavern and a blacksmith's shop with a whetstone in the courtyard could also be seen.

But no one was there.

It would be understandable if this was an abandoned village, but on the muddy path in the center of the village, messy footprints, ruts, and horseshoe prints could be clearly seen, all of which reminded the witcher that there were still people in the village not long ago. Human beings are active.

"What happened here?"

The demon hunters jumped off the roof and followed the direction of the bloody smell in the air to investigate separately, and then found some suspicious clues distributed throughout the village: traces of fighting left by violent collisions of limbs, dried blood, dead bodies of poultry and livestock .

"It is basically certain that this village is not patronized by ghouls..."

Roy pulled out an arrow from a wooden fence where livestock was kept. The arrowhead was made of pig iron, and the workmanship was extremely rough and primitive, with some burrs.

The blacksmith ability of the manufacturer is obviously not professional enough.

And when the demon hunter looked into the innermost part of the bird pen, his dark golden pupils suddenly shrank into a little bit, and there was a dead body lying quietly in a layer of withered and yellow haystacks.

The witcher walked in.

The deceased was very young, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a handsome appearance and fair skin. In the countryside, he was definitely the object of pursuit by many young men.

However, the wonderful life came to an end before it started.

Roy quickly confirmed that she had been strangled and had been treated badly before she died.

Obviously, there was more than one murderer.

The demon hunter took a deep breath and clenched his fists. Three big men came over at some point and patted him on the shoulder.

In their long lives, they have seen many similar scenes, and they have not been greatly touched.

"Little ghost, I can probably understand your current mood..." Lei Suo murmured, "Bury them later, and they will be safe in the ground."

"They?" Roy was surprised.

"Come here and see what we've found."

The furniture in most of the houses in the village was violently damaged and turned into a mess, and their belongings were also looted.

In the courtyard outside the house, some stoves and grills are piled up with clay, and the leftovers of roasted livestock are skewered on them.

But there was no one, where did the villagers go?

The most spacious and luxurious building, the tavern in the village, the gate was violently kicked open, all the glass wine bottles in the wine cabinet in front of the door were smashed, glass shards and wine were everywhere, and the floor was in a mess.

The viscous liquor was still exuding an intoxicating smell of alcohol, mixed with a pungent smell of blood.

pointing to the lobby.

The tables and chairs in the hall were violently damaged and pushed to the sides, and the empty area in the center was piled up with corpses like hills.

There are 35 in total.

The witcher dragged them down, lined them up side by side, and glanced at them,

There were men, women and children in this group of corpses. Most of them had rough skin, emaciated bodies, and calluses all over their palms. They were undoubtedly farmers from this village.

But now these fresh lives have all turned into dead bodies.

"We checked and found that these poor people all had sword wounds on their bodies, which is also the cause of their death." Serrit explained, "Judging from the shape and depth of the wounds, the perpetrators included at least ten strong men. But they have no orthodox military training, their swordsmanship is fancy, and most of their wounds are superfluous."

Many corpses were doused with a layer of sticky wine like a prank, and it was only a fire.

"Usually the robbers who rob houses would destroy the corpses, but they didn't, and they didn't seem to care. So they are most likely a group of miscellaneous troops fleeing across the border." Lei Suo paused, "Did you notice just now that there are many horseshoe prints on the road ...the murderers must have ridden away."

"Is that all for now?" Roy stared at the corpses all over the ground in a daze, his eyes sweeping across the pale faces.

He admits that he has killed many water ghosts and evil ghosts, and even some people, but all for survival and self-protection.

What kind of psychology is behind the massacre of such a remote village, a group of unarmed peasants?

Just for insignificant possessions, or to vent primitive animal desires?

"You want to avenge the villagers?" Oakes sneered.

"That's right," Roy sullenly took a breath, "Isn't the vocation of a demon hunter just to eliminate the 'monsters' that hurt humans? You have seen the tragedy of that woman, and the group of beasts who ruined her—" Hunter A cold light flashed in the devil's eyes, "Shouldn't he be killed?"

"There are more than ten 'monsters'. With such a scale, there must be a lot of traces of life along the way. It is very simple for us to track them down."

"But you forgot the principle of the witcher, exchange at equal value, and don't meddle in other people's business... We are not 'knights' of the Griffin School, and we don't have so much time to do good deeds!" Serrit said seriously, "Take them If the body is buried, it will be regarded as the utmost benevolence."

"But I have already accepted the deposit for the entrustment..." Roy threw up a copper coin between his thumbs, with a solemn face, "I just found it from the villagers' house... I am going to catch up and replace them revenge."

Now that they met, Roy didn't intend to let the group of beasts go. Killing them would not only earn experience, but would not add a little psychological burden.

If the Serrit brothers and Leto were willing to take action, it would be easy to eradicate a group of thugs.

This, too, is the realization of limited justice.

"It's okay to catch up, I don't care." Oakes shrugged, "Leso—"

"Wait, someone..." The bald man looked at a big tree in the distance.

"Pay attention to your back!"

Roy turned around sharply, followed Lei Suo's guidance, and looked through the window of the tavern - at the other end of the village, on a huge banyan tree with a canopy like an umbrella, there was a petite figure creeping down.

……

"Child...what's your name?"

This is a boy about seven or eight years old, dressed in rags and smelling bad.A dirty little face was covered with dirt, dust, and dry eye feces, and his figure was as thin as a stunted monkey, revealing a row of dry ribs on his chest.

He was trembling uncontrollably, looking at the four demon hunters timidly, his back firmly pressed against the cold wall, like a deer frightened by a ferocious beast, he kept silent.

"Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you..." With five fingers drawn, Roy used the Axis seal to calm his fragile heart and win his trust.

When his eyes were no longer so panicked, he handed over a piece of salted jerky, and the little boy took the jerky and started to gobble it up.

"K...Karl...my name is Karl." He finally spoke.

The other three big men looked at the boy, their eyes turned, and they didn't know what to think.

"Carl, are you from this village? What happened here?"

Hearing the words, the boy suddenly choked up, and then coughed continuously as if his throat was stuck. The witcher quickly patted him on the back, and handed him another pot of water.

After recovering from his breath, Karl's small mouth suddenly shrunk, and big teardrops flowed down.

"Dead, everyone is dead...The village chief, Aunt Xena, Uncle Tom, and Father Downton are all dead... Woooo..."

"Who did it?"

"A bunch of villains, robbers! Whoops..." Karl suddenly screamed and cursed, grinning his teeth like a wolf cub, and then wailing again.

"How many people?" Lei Suo asked proactively.

"Sixteen people..." Carl choked and gnawed a mouthful of jerky, "They rushed into the village on horseback, and they started fighting as soon as they came... I hid in a tree and hid secretly... Woooo... I was terrified... ..."

"You've done well and bravely," Oakes ruffled his messy brown hair. "Do you have any relatives elsewhere?"

"Woooo..." The boy didn't answer, snot and tears flowed out at the same time, crying all the time.

This was exactly the answer the witcher wanted, and the four of them exchanged glances.

Before they could speak, the boy suddenly said again, "But I recognized a teacher...he asked me to wait here to avenge me!".