God-level Demon Hunter

"Alcohol will affect my reaction speed, I never drink this thing." The witcher held the wine bottle and tilted it slowly, allowing the spirits to slide off the gleaming steel sword blade, "But I thank you for my brother hospitality."

……

into the night.

The firelight in the middle of the forest pierced the darkness, and five witchers were sitting around.

On the bonfire, there is a disemboweled elk, which is charred on the outside and tender on the inside. The oil exudes a tempting meaty aroma, hissing and dripping into the flames, and the aroma spreads far in the night.

This was originally the bandit's camp, but they have become cold corpses and buried in the ground.

Of course the ears were cut off.

The witcher should have occupied this camp.

"To be honest, before today, I seldom heard of the Viper School," Fliers cut off a piece of roast meat with a hunter's knife, stuffed it into his mouth while it was hot, and then licked his tongue, very happy, "not to mention一次见到四个人。”

"The school of the Snake faction is in the south, within the territory of the Nilfgaardian Empire. Most of the Snake faction demon hunters have never set foot in the northern borders in their entire lives." Lesso took a sip of the strong drink and narrowed his eyes comfortably, " You haven't heard it's normal."

"Niflgaard? No wonder. After all, you Snake faction like to hunt in groups? In the north, it's rare to have demon hunters with you." Phlius looked puzzled, "It's more efficient to make money alone."

"No way, I have to..." Lei Suo said, "The school of the Snake Sect was destroyed by the Wild Hunt long ago, and it was completely abandoned. Moreover, the new emperor of Nilfgaard ascended the throne a few years ago, and the decree issued was even stricter on demon hunters." Seriously, we have no foundation for survival in the south, so we can only go to the north to try our luck. I won't hide it from you..." Lei Suo wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, "The four of us are the only remaining demon hunters of the Snake Sect. people."

After listening to the bald man's half-truth and half-fake explanation, Fliers finally changed his face that deserved to be beaten, and there was a touch of touch in his eyes.

"Your Excellency Phlius, why did you come to Temeria?" Roy sprinkled some mustard powder on the barbecue to make it more palatable.

Behind him, Brown Mavelt quietly stretched out his head, and Golfin Black Dog lay on its nose, and both guys stared at the food without blinking.

Not the roast, but the bottle of spirits.

"Naughty ghost!"

Roy cursed with a smile, and dropped a drop on their tongues respectively.

Then the two guys backed away with ecstasy on their faces.

Fliers glanced at it, but didn't ask further.

"I'm just a traveler, looking for commissions all over the world to support myself," he turned his gaze to the deep night, "By the way, I'm looking for an apprentice who can inherit my mantle."

"You're very lucky... Karl is a strong kid, and he has a high probability of surviving the Grass Trial," Serrit also joined the topic, but his tone was a bit aggressive, staring at the cat pie witcher, with a smile in his eyes Provocative, "I'm also curious. Does the entrustment you speak of refer to the entrustment of hiring a murderer?"

When Serrit's words fell to the ground, the atmosphere in the field suddenly cooled down, and everyone fell into silence for a moment.

Only the crackling of fire burning wood and grease, and a low swallowing sound were heard.

"Our school's reputation is not very good, I admit that." Fliers put down a deer leg that had been gnawed into bones. He ate a lot, but ate very slowly, without wasting a single bit of food.

Roy, Lei Suo, and the Oaks brothers have all heard a lot of rumors about the Cat School.

The Cat School is probably the largest school of witchers in existence.

The fighting style of the cat faction hunters focuses on improving speed, precision and agility. Just like Fliers wearing black light armor, the equipment they wear is designed not to affect the flexibility of the body as much as possible, and to be as thin as possible.

It's a shame their moral and political stance is as flexible as light armor.

A considerable number of members of the cat faction accepted the abnormal commission of the witcher, killing people and assassinating them to earn commissions.

And the bad influence caused by the actions of this group of "degenerates" hangs over the heads of the group of demon hunters like a cloud of clouds, tarnishing their reputation.

"But this doesn't mean that all the cat factions are lunatics, assassins, and butchers. There are still many members who abide by the tradition of the witcher from the beginning to the end, and only kill 'monsters'." Fliers looked depressed, obviously he Also suffered a lot.

Because of the cat pie reputation.

"My intuition tells me that you are a man of discipline..."

Oakes put aside the past and offered him a rib.

Phlius returned a deer's leg from a distance.

"Your Mightiness……"

"You can call me Vulture."

"Your Excellency Cat Eagle, what is the current situation of the Cat Pie? Why is it better than our Snake Pie?"

Fliers was silent for a while, "The school of the cat school also exists in name only."

"I don't know what the group of old guys in the school think. Whether they specially selected violent little vagrants as apprentices, or whether some unpredictable and cruel characters were released by the green grass trial. After all these years, now Most of the cadres at the school grew up to be a bunch of psychopaths, lunatics, and sadists."

The tone changed, "I can't communicate with them, so I haven't returned to school for more than ten years. I just heard some news from individual colleagues occasionally."

Roy was thoughtful. Each school's Grass Trial mutation formula is different. Maybe the cat school's secret formula has some natural flaws, or it may be the reason why the elf blood and the formula are incompatible in some places.

"Your Excellency Owl, what are you going to do with that kid Karl? Sooner or later, he will have to go back to the Cat School for the Grass Trial, right?"

"This kind of thing doesn't have to be at school," Fliers explained, "and there's no rush on time now. That kid Karl needs at least one year of adaptive training, and I'm going to find him in Novigrad. a foothold."

The four witchers exchanged glances.

Roy was overjoyed, Fliers seemed to be carrying the formula with him?

"By the way, boy of the Snake School, your name is Roy, right? You don't look very old."

"The green grass trial that this kid accepted more than half a year ago..." Lei Suo took over, "I'm less than 15 years old now."

Fliers eyes lit up, and his eyes turned around between Lesso and Roy, "Can you talk to me in detail, I want to know his complete trial process."

"That's going to be a long story..."

"Trust me, I have enough patience."

Chapter 4 Meeting

Night in the woods.

The black shadows and flames danced in front of the bonfire, and the two demon hunters were pacing around each other in the glade, and the vertical pupils of the two pairs of beasts converged to one point.

Like beasts spying on each other's flesh and blood.

Serrit suddenly charged with a big jump, the broken leaves under his feet were shaken, the poisonous snake steel sword split the air from top to bottom, let out an ear-piercing hiss, and slashed at the ghost in front of him.

However, a lighter, narrower, and thinner steel sword passed over the spine a little bit, bringing out a row of dazzling sparks, which properly relieved the strength of the Viper's steel sword.

Phlius dragged the sword with his left toe as the center of gravity, and turned his body clockwise, avoiding the remaining force of the steel sword. At the same time, beside Serrit, the ghost pierced his waist with a sword.

Serrit jumped back, and the cat-sent witcher, Tarsus Maggot, followed, the tip of his sword locked on his vitals all the time.

Serrit simply stood still, and danced the poisonous snake steel sword airtightly, forming a sword curtain in front of him, covering the flying ghost.

There was a crisp sound of "bang, bang, bang" over the woods.

Fliers' body seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and his movements were as fast as a phantom. For a moment, it seemed that two people hit the sword screen one after another from different directions.

Like the waves hitting the dam in the sea, one wave after another, continuous.

Every time the sword was blocked by Sereteg, Phlius dodged back to make room to avoid his thunder counterattack, and at the same time flexibly turned his body, turned around, and attacked his stomach and back.

The sparks from the collision of the blades illuminated the dark night of the forest.

The Maopai Demon Hunter's swordsmanship style is extremely concise, never using fancy tricks, each sword strives to be fast, accurate, and ruthless, and pays attention to a fatal blow.

This is the sword of assassination in the shadows.

The Snake Demon Hunter unknowingly had cold sweat on his forehead. He could only rely on his superior strength to defend tenaciously, and occasionally counterattacked at the gap.

It's a pity that Fliers' figure was as slippery as a loach, and he could only pounce into the air in counterattack.

The battle became fierce for a while.

The two stalemate for a long time.

Unable to attack for a long time, Fulius lost his patience. At a certain moment, he jumped back, held the steel sword with both hands and lifted it above his head, and then turned around.

With the inertia and full strength of the body, this sword is powerful and heavy, forcing the opponent to retreat steadily.

Phlius started the whirling sword dance, which never ends. The blade is spinning, the wrist is spinning, and the body is also spinning, driving the airflow to vibrate at high speed and rolling up a burst of broken leaves.

His footsteps moved forward, turning into a storm of sword blades, he could swing at least five or six swords every moment, and the piercing sword light emerged from the tip of the sword for more than a while, covering his whole body and also covering the opponent.

Serrit couldn't dodge in time, a lock of hair was cut off by the sword wind, and he barely resisted for two seconds, then rolled on the ground and exited the battle circle.

"That's enough, cat vulture, stop!" Serritt formed a seal of Kunn, and his body was full of yellow light.

And Fulius's blade whirled to draw a rest at a place five feet away from him.

Fliers took a deep breath, and slowly sheathed his sword.The sword dance in just a few seconds was more exhausting than the previous series of actions combined, and he was already dripping with sweat.

"I lost." Serrit said. As far as swordsmanship is concerned, he was completely suppressed, but he was not discouraged. If he added spells and other means...

The three Snake Demon Hunters next to him looked amazed. Serrit is currently the third member of the Snake School of Swordsmanship. No one would have imagined that a Cat Demon Hunter who suddenly appeared would suppress him and force him to Use the French seal.

Such cases are quite rare.

But the members of the Snake School are not lost. The swordsmanship competition is not a life-and-death fight. The real battle changes rapidly, and the outcome is still unknown.

"You're not bad either, Serrit." Fliers praised, "Among the people I've met, your swordsmanship ranks in the top ten... If the sparring continues, I'm afraid my physical strength won't last long."

"Don't be modest, you won this sparring. But I still have a question, what is the origin of the sword technique you used last?" Serrit took a sip of wine to calm down his slightly depressed mood,

"Cat Pie's Secret Sword." Fliers simply said a word and then kept silent, and the witcher didn't ask any more questions.

Each school has its own secret skills, the snake school is poison, the cat school is swordsmanship, the griffin is the magic seal... There is a default rule in the witcher school, these secret skills can only be passed on among members of the school , Those who take the initiative to leak to the outside world will be treated as a betrayal of the school, and the consequences will be worse than Berengar's betrayal.

"Who is the family that you say ranks first in swordsmanship?" Serrit felt a little curious.

Fliers sat back by the bonfire again, with a slightly sighing tone, "He is one of the leaders of the cat faction, Treys." Obviously, there are some unforgettable pasts between them.

"I've said it, I've beaten it, why don't you let me continue to listen to Roy's grass trial?"

……

Early the next morning, when dawn broke in the eastern sky, the witcher came out of his tent.

There are still a dozen or so horses left by the robbers walking in the woods. Unfortunately, in the wilderness, even if the witcher takes these horses away, they can't find a place to dispose of them, so they have to give up.

In addition, the robbers left a sum of stolen money in the camp. The snake demon hunters did not touch the money, and left it all to Fulius as a spoil of war. After all, he killed everyone.

They rode for a day and returned to the devastated village the next morning.

"Little monkey, let's see who's back!" Fliers drove his horse to the big banyan tree at the edge of the village, greeted him, and a thin boy climbed down from the tree.

"How have you been these two days? Are you afraid, are you hungry?" Fliers carried the little boy onto the horse, and affectionately pinched his dirty face.

"I'm not afraid!" Carl glanced at the snake demon hunters led by Lei Suo, and said gratefully, "Those uncles left me food and water, and I was very full. By the way, teacher, then How are the bad guys?" He looked at Fliers with unblinking black eyes and asked impatiently.

"See what this is?" Fliers handed a bloody package to the little boy in his arms.

Carl opened the bag and took a look, his hands trembled in fright, the package fell directly on the ground, and a pile of bloody ears rolled out, Carl saw his teeth chattering, "Mr. Fliers, this... who is this of?"

"There are sixteen bandits in total, and thirty-two ears. You can count them." Fliers said earnestly, "I promised that none of the people who harmed the village will be spared. This is the proof."

Roy couldn't help but sigh, how unreliable is Fliers?

Two days ago, when the cat vulture left the village to chase the robbers, he left a cowhide bag of drinking water for little Karl.

But there was not even a piece of jerky left, so I don't know what the structure of his brain is.

If the snake sent the witcher to kindly leave some dried meat, the boy would have been miserable.

With such a simple, straightforward and rude teacher, Karl will definitely suffer a lot in the future.

Roy could not help mourning for him for 3 minutes.

……

Carl bravely counted his ears, and threw the package into the fire in front of the witcher.

In the blazing fire, all sins turn to ashes.

Including this village that was destroyed beyond recognition.

The weather began to heat up. In order to prevent the dilapidated village from breeding diseases and attracting ghouls, the witcher ignited it with a fire, while Karl kowtowed a few heads towards the pile of fresh graves behind the raging fire, eyes With tears in his eyes, he followed the witcher on his horse.

Where is the next stop?

Fliers and Roy have the same purpose, they are both in the free city of Novigrad. After careful consideration, he temporarily joined the team of snake demon hunters, and exchanged experience by the way.

Although this guy likes to wear sunglasses to look cool, in fact he has a rather bold personality. He acts according to his preferences and intuition, and he is easy to talk to when he communicates with people he likes.

And he acknowledged Serrit's swordsmanship...

In addition, he knew in his heart that if the four snake demon hunters really had any evil thoughts towards him, they would be four against one, and there would be no room for resistance at all.

Simply be more open-minded.