God-level Demon Hunter

"You can understand it this way." Roy stood by the window, looking at the villagers coming and going. Wellen was originally the poorest piece of land in Temeria, but the residents of Lower Waren looked surprisingly good. Most of the peasants look quite healthy because of their yellow complexion and emaciated figure caused by malnutrition.

"I can tell you the whole story in full: the lady in the forest used a dagger to carve blood on the chest of the unlucky guy who was cut into a human stick in the swamp, and directed us to come to Valen. Of course, we have let the unlucky guy go to the ground for peace. So , Carson, as the village head of Lower Valen, should you give us a hint on how to retrieve the child that the lady in the forest took away?"

"Madam took your child?"

"Stealing, more precisely! She stole an eight-year-old child, my apprentice, from right under our noses!" yelled Fliuss in rage.

Mrs. Lin Zhong is so cruel and ruthless to the believers in the jurisdiction, how will she deal with his "little monkey"?

"Shut up! You're slandering the entire master of Waylon!" Carson was angry at first, then panicked, and threw the dagger back at the demon hunter. "Go away, the village cannot be affected by a group of arrogant and ignorant idiots!"

"Tell us the answer, we will leave naturally..." Fliers pressed against the old man Carson's chest, his gray-green eyes stared at the old man's black eyes, his voice was as cold as a knife, "Tell us where we can find Mrs. , or how to make her return the child!"

Carson's orange-peel-like old face was reddened by his contemptuous eyes, and he gritted his teeth without saying a word.

"Old guy, don't you talk?" Ferius grabbed a gray beard on his chin viciously, "Do you believe I'll make you a mute from now on?"

"If Carl can't be found, why don't everyone in Lower Valen be buried with him." Oakes grinned, showing his pale gums, and threatened further.

"Okay...let me say..." Carson sighed and emphasized again, "but you have to understand that I am not afraid of threats, but obey the will of Mrs. Lin Zhong."

He took a deep breath, apparently in awe of Mrs. Lin Zhong. "The ladies instructed everyone to come to Valen... I can probably figure out their purpose..."

"Tell me……"

Carson took a few breaths to calm down his restless mood, and then explained, "Madame wants you to learn basic etiquette—to offer sacrifices to her."

"What basic etiquette?" The witcher glanced at the wall of the village chief's house, where there was also a portrait of Mrs. Lin.

"Wilun is the territory of the lady in the forest. All life, including the witcher, must abide by their rules. If you want to get that boy back, you can only redeem him from the lady with an equivalent sacrifice?"

"What robber logic?!" Fliers sneered, "That boy belongs to me, she must be returned to the original owner!"

"No, everyone and everything in Willen belong to Madam. No matter what the reason is, as long as they like the 'things', they can take them away." Carson said bluntly, emphasizing, "You should feel Fortunately, the children who are favored by the wives will be happy."

"Happiness in their fat belly?" Roy said something in his heart, and persuaded the excited Fliers.

"Okay, let's accept this statement for now. Then, Village Chief Carson, what sacrifices do you think should be offered? Also, after offering those sacrifices, will the child be able to return safely?"

"Ears, hair, hands and feet, eyeballs, this is the usual practice." Carson's eyes flickered, "I need some of them."

"Dreaming! Do you think that the witcher is a gecko and can be reborn from severed limbs?"

"Other sacrifices are fine." Carson paused, "The ladies in the forest especially favor animals that are particularly strong or have magical powers."

"You mean the monster in the swamp?"

Carson nodded, "The stronger the monster hunted and used for sacrifice, the happier the ladies will be, and the more likely it is to return the boy."

"It's just possible?" Ferius was quite dissatisfied with this statement.

"Don't worry, as long as you do your best, Madam will naturally fulfill your wishes."

"Just like you?" Roy took a deep look at the village chief, "Go down to Valen Village to sacrifice to the lady in the forest, and they will give you a good harvest and protect your safety?"

"That's right..." Carson admitted bluntly, with an old face that looked like orange peel and proud, "I can guarantee that the residents of Lower Waren live a much happier life than people in other parts of Willen."

"Those lame, blind, and deaf people who were sacrificed also think so?"

"Better physically disabled than dead!"

"Your thinking is no different from that of a dog in captivity." Lei Suo suddenly sarcastically said, and the Oaks brothers also showed disdain.

"What do you know, demon hunters," Carson retorted eloquently, "not everyone has your skills, and in a poor and dangerous place like Waylon, ordinary people must find a backer if they want to survive. "

"Without Madam's gift, the population of Lower Warren would have been reduced by at least half. It was they who gave us the right to live!" Carson's voice trembled, and there was respect and fear in his eyes.

Sacrifice the few to save the many?

Although it was more than ten years earlier, the layout here was still consistent with Roy's imagination.

The villagers of the barren land and the lady in the forest formed a sinful and shameful master-slave relationship.

He no longer tried to correct the villagers' thinking in vain, "What should I do after bringing back the sacrifice?"

"I will teach you when the time comes..." Carson urged, "but you have to hurry up, and it is best to complete the sacrifice tomorrow."

……

The witcher left Lower Valen in a hurry.

"I noticed something just now..." Lei Suo said, "The eyes of the woman in that oil painting are moving."

"Carson is right in at least one thing..." Roy replied, "Waylon is the territory of the lady in the forest. They have many methods to monitor our actions, such as that painting."

"Then do you want to go to the swamp to hunt monsters and offer sacrifices?" Oakes was distressed, "This feeling of being led by the nose makes me very uncomfortable..."

"Friends of the Snake faction, today's matter involves the existence of legends, which is beyond my ability. I am not sure about it alone." Fliers took off his sunglasses, his face Squeeze out a sincere expression, "Can I hire you? Do me a favor, rescue Carl, and the reward..."

"What about the reward... how about letting me beat you up when you're done?" Oakes clamped the cat-pie demon hunter's shoulders and hugged him vigorously, "Gulling, I didn't do this to help you! That kid Karl is very annoying. People like it! By the way," the amber pupils shot a cold light, "I also want to see who the lady in the forest is!"

"Get Carl back, you can beat me ten times!" The cat eagle's eyes flashed with gratitude.

The remaining three Snake factions exchanged glances.

Since Oaks wants to intervene, they are not afraid!

"Then expose the trick of pretending to be a ghost!" Serrit said viciously.

"I will meet this so-called Master of Velen." The bald man looked indifferent.

And Roy hesitated for a moment, Mrs. Lin, in his understanding, the direct combat power is not very high, it is probably in the category of the ancient deer head spirit. In terms of heads-up, the three snakes and the cat vulture have the power to fight!

But all kinds of weird methods emerge one after another, especially summoning an army of monsters is the most difficult.

It is not easy to take care of the lady in the forest on the land of Waylon.

Roy Dark Gold's pupils shone with a strange brilliance, "Everyone, Carl must be saved, but we can't just follow the rhythm and pace of those old witches—we have to be prepared!"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you still remember the book "She Who Knows All"? The book records the stories of the three ladies in the forest and their sealed mother... Let's not go to the swamp..." Roy turned his gaze to a hill in the distance, "Go to the Whispering Hill, meet the sealed fairy mother, and get the weakness of the three witches from her mouth."

Everyone understood instantly, feeling ridiculous.

"Are you sure this isn't a legend, and the so-called fairy mother really existed?" Serrit folded his arms around his chest and raised his eyebrows, apparently not believing the theory in the book.

"Carl's somnambulism and the strange behavior of the villagers in Lower Waren are not enough to explain the situation?" Roy looked determined. "And I have a strong premonition that there is a powerful magic signal under the Whispering Hill. Who else can it be except the Fairy Mother?"

"Even if the judgment is wrong this time, we won't make this trip in vain. Whispering Hill is a good place for hunting sacrifices."

Ever since they obtained the equipment blueprints of the Flying Lion Monster and the Snake Sect, everyone in the Snake Sect has no doubt in the predictive ability of Roy's ancient blood, and silently nodded upon hearing this.

And Fulius observed the expressions of several people, and suddenly clenched his fists, "Then go to the Whispering Hill!"

Chapter 8 The Whisper of the Whispering Hills

The Whispering Hill is not far from Lower Waren, and it looks like just an inconspicuous hill covered by green lawns.

When the five witchers arrived, the sun had not yet sunk into the horizon, and the sunlight illuminated a glowing path on the grass from far to near, making the green greener and the poetic more poetic.

Just like the name Whispering, it sounds like the tender lingering between couples and lovers, or some unknowable, gloomy, secret whispers.

Roy stood on the grass and listened carefully. He heard a vague sound echoing in the air, like wind blowing through the grass, or like insects hissing.

"Whispering everywhere, that's how the name Whispering Hill came about."

"Roy, what are we doing here?" Oakes was puzzled,

"Find out the fairy mother who frightened the lady in the forest, and hunt for sacrifices along the way."

After listening to the four demon hunters, they felt it quietly for a moment.

"Remember, guys, there is a similar place in Nilfgaard..." Serrit recalled, "At that time, a famous geographer stood up and explained that this situation was due to the special hourglass-shaped structure of the underground— When the wind passes through it, the whistling of the wind is transmitted to the outside world through the holes in the ground."

"Don't bullshit me, talk about geology!" Oakes put forward a completely different opinion, "Roy, you have to confirm again, this voice is definitely not Golfin's stomach croaking from hunger?"

"..."

"Haw..." Golfin Chipmunk's petite head popped out of the saddle bag on Wilt's abdomen, with the ferocious bat-winged trophy on it, looked at everyone with wide innocent eyes, and finally turned to his master, The two beards beside the lips trembled lively, as if asking, "Why did you call me?"

"Hey... now is not the time to be naughty!" Roy rewarded it with a broken head with his index finger, and then rewarded it with a pine nut, and it finally retracted its head obediently into the saddle bag.

Fliers next to him saw his eyelids twitch. He had long noticed this unusual little thing that changed its shape every day.

But this is Roy's secret, he doesn't take the initiative to explain it, and it's not easy to ask.

"You don't feel anything wrong?" Roy rubbed his chin and felt, "These sounds make me a little... a little uncomfortable."

After entering the Whispering Hills, besides his personal state, there was an eye-catching negative state—mania, a faint desire to destroy in his heart, but his extremely high will allowed him to easily control this impulse.

The demon hunters nodded, with a more dignified expression.

They continued to move forward, and soon found an old wooden sign on the grass, with scarlet blood on it: there is a crazy beast inside, and the intruder's buttocks and face are blooming.

It should be the residents of Lower Valen standing here to warn passers-by.

Naturally, the demon hunters were not afraid of a few wild beasts. They carried their steel swords and led their horses to the distant mountains, where there was a huge banyan tree on the top of the emerald green hills and the golden sky.

It has lived for hundreds of years, and it is far away. The demon hunters can clearly see its thick and intertwined rhizomes that grow to the ground, and the huge canopy that covers half of the hill and blocks the sky and the sun.

The closer they got to the big banyan tree, the more frequent the disturbing murmurs were. Although this murmur still couldn't shake everyone's determination, other creatures couldn't be exempted.

A group of crazy wolves came out from behind the bushes and attacked in all directions——

Fliers stepped forward, and the steel sword stabbed forward like lightning, and stabbed the waist of a wild wolf with red eyes.The injured wolf didn't even have time to howl, the steel sword was pulled out from its body, gracefully, without a trace of blood, stabbing the next target.

He is like a ghost, silently reaping his life.

Serrit was guarding his back, holding his breath, waiting for the shadow to pounce, he flicked his wrist at the right moment, and the blade of the sword slashed across the abdomen like a dragonfly, tearing open the wolf's belly, slanting out the warm internal organs.

Oakes grinned ferociously in the double-team of three wild wolves, twisted his body suddenly and slashed, twisting his inertia and all his strength into a rope to control the two snake swords, he chopped off three wolves, and cut one into a half along his waist. two cuts.

The two poisonous snake swords in Lei Suo's hands crossed together, and sparks flew in all directions during the light friction.

He stepped forward and stabbed forward, the tip of the sword in his right hand pierced into the flesh, and the sword in his left hand also poured in, and then he used his arms to lift a beast into the air and threw it into the grass.

The next moment, he spun the two poisonous snake swords, and the blades were so fast that they brought out afterimages, like a meat grinder, leaving messy flesh and blood on the ground.

"Swoosh——" Roy's hand crossbow fired repeatedly, and amidst the continuous vibration of the bowstring, blood burst out of the wolves.

"Kill wolves, experience +10, demon hunter Lv6 (2700/3500)"

In just a few seconds of contact, most of the wolves, which had an absolute numerical advantage, were wiped out by the demon hunters.

But the battle was far from over, and countless beasts gushed out of the grass like a tide.

Wild dogs, boars, even grizzlies.

Hundreds of them came out in full force in the forest near the Whispering Hills!

"Damn it! Did we stab a hornet's nest?" Roy outlined Igni with his left hand and scorched the vultures that rushed in mid-air. With another shock, he stopped the wild wolves around him, spun the blade, and threw it cleanly. circle of corpses.

He turned nimbly and jumped onto the brown horse.

Wirth hissed and raised his front hoof, kicking a wolf howling and spitting flying with one hoof.

"Don't love to fight, run to the hills!"

The Oakes brothers and Lei Suo made three Alder seals in succession, and the beasts around them were blown away, and the surrounding area was completely empty.

"Giftling, get on your horse!" Oakes called out, the cat-sent witcher was dealing with a strong bear, and his nimble sword dance scraped the bear until it was bleeding profusely.But this huge beast doesn't seem to feel any pain or fatigue, and its oppressive body still keeps rushing toward Fliers.

The beasts are gathering rapidly.

Fliers no longer hesitated to follow the crowd and jumped onto the horse, while using Axis to appease the horse, and galloped towards the hill.

……

Under the brilliance of the setting sun, the five knights fled crazily with a row of black beasts behind them, like a herd of cattle and sheep migrating long distances on the grassland, setting off grass clippings and mud all over the sky, which was quite spectacular.

But when they ran up the Whispering Hill, the group of beasts suddenly stopped, as if stopped by an invisible barrier, they only wandered outside the hill, roaring in a low voice, not daring to take a step.

They waited for a long time, but no demon hunter came out, so they had no choice but to gradually disperse.

"What's going on?" Oakes' expression was surprised mixed with excitement. He was chased and run over by a crazy beast just now, but it made him feel more exciting than a melee fight.

"Isn't it obvious..." Serrit re-fastened the headband, "They are afraid. There is something hidden in this mountain bag that makes wild animals fearful."

"The existence that makes the beasts afraid..." Roy panted heavily, and he was the weakest among them.

He emphasized again,

"We didn't make a mistake. The creator of the lady in the forest, the fairy mother's soul must be sealed under the whispering hill. It is not surprising that the fairy mother in the legend has the power to frighten wild animals."

"So, she was also responsible for that weird murmur?" Serrit wondered,