God-level Demon Hunter

At this time, the twilight was all together, and a bright full moon hung in the sky.

The moonlight shines through the gaps in the forest, illuminating a chilling figure.

On the branch, the demon hunter pressed down on the hilt of the sword with both hands, maintaining a posture of kneeling on one knee, and the sharp tip of Gu Weiheer pointed vertically downward.

When the huge body rushed to the front with the smell of wind and sweat.

He leaped.

The figure fell like lightning!

Accurately landed on the back of the grizzly bear.

Inertia plus gravity.

Gu Weishir pierced through the hard skull like a bamboo, piercing through the brain.

The sprinting body of the grizzly staggered forward and fell to the ground. The bloated body slid five meters away against the soft vegetation.

His head was buried in the litter, fallen leaves and sand, without any movement.

"Kill a grizzly, experience +150, demon hunter Lv7 (3000/4500)."

"Huh..." The witcher jumped off the bear carcass, Gorffin Kite landed on his shoulder, and his long beak touched the short hair beside his ear affectionately.

Roy patted its little head, wiped the blood on the sword with the bear skin, and quickly pulled out the arrows.

A look of relief flashed across his face.

In just 2 minutes, he killed a giant forest beast and tried some kite tactics by the way.

Benefit a lot.

"Roy, stepped on Keweier's stinky salted fish this morning? You can actually hunt a big one!"

A voice interrupted his joy, and the hooded witcher suddenly jumped down from a branch not far away, picked up one of the grizzly bear's front paws, and gave him a look.

Roy understood immediately, picked up the other paw, and worked together to drag the grizzly towards the camp.

"It's a pity that this bear skin has been tattered by you, and its value has been greatly reduced."

"No way, with my current skills, it's risky to fight it in close quarters." Although Roy thinks that he can kill it in just a few seconds in close combat with the use of the Axii seal and the shock and awe skill. This big guy.

But I can't avoid being photographed.

Injuries are not perfect.

……

The moonlight was hazy, and the smoke from cooking rose into the night sky.

On the bonfire by the duckbill rock, four huge bear paws were set up. The young witcher happily smeared honey and various condiments with a brush, and rotated the grill at a constant speed. With the crackling sparks cracking, sizzling and oily.

The tangy smell of meat made the pupils of the four hungry demon hunters faintly glow red.

"Everything comes first, first served. I dragged it back to the camp, so this fore paw belongs to me!" Oakes licked his tongue, rubbed his hands, and gulped saliva with a look of impatience.

"Do you understand how to respect elders?" Serrit waved his hand to drive away the moths and mosquitoes floating in the air, "The other fore paw is mine!"

Then his face sighed, "Do you still remember, the last time you enjoyed a bear's paw was two years ago, or three years ago?"

"Three years, right? At that time we were still in Nilfgaard, in the mountains not far from Gthwald, living leisurely." The bald man aimed at the back paw of the bear on the grill, which was bigger than the head. Honeycombs, the front paws used for eating, and the back paws are not so firm and elastic, but more plump and juicy. "Since I came to the north, I have been doing one thing after another, and I am so busy that my feet don't touch the ground. The hunting of the two of you Bear traps have also been abandoned for many days."

"I didn't expect to have such good luck today, kid, you are lucky to be able to hit such a big guy before the winter solstice!"

"Look, there will be a big harvest on the first day of entering the mountain. This is the arrangement of fate! Absolutely a good sign!" Roy smiled from ear to ear, his mouth drooling, "When Kaer Morhen Surely we can make friends with the wolf faction? More than that, we can go one step further."

"Don't think too much, and don't mention the brotherhood," Lei Suo retorted, "First look at the attitude of the wolf faction, and if we can talk, invite them to Nuocheng to enjoy life."

The four Snake factions suddenly looked at each other and smiled.

Most of the same kind are still struggling with the deadly entrustment and the food and clothing line, but they have already opened a pharmacy that is making money every day.

Even if you don't do anything in the future, you don't have to worry about food and clothing.

Feeling a bit superior inexplicably.

Although, most of the money was confiscated by one person.

"By the way, the last time I saw White Wolf, what did he say, how many buddies are left in Kaer Morhen?" Oakes took off the roasted bear paw, took a sip, and was so burned that he stuck out his tongue, but He narrowed his eyes comfortably because of the deliciousness that melted in his mouth.

"It's exactly the same as us, four people, Vesemir, the great mentor of the wolf faction, Geralt, Escal, and Lambert..." Roy looked at Oakes who was jumping off his face, and suddenly smiled maliciously. , "I think you and Lambert will definitely have a common language."

"You haven't seen him, how did you know?"

"Premonition!" Roy smiled without saying a word, and turned his eyes to the side. The grizzly bear's clawless corpse was placed alone by the campfire, and no one cared about it.

"By the way, just throw away the rest of the bear meat?"

Serrit shook his head, with disgust on his face, "As an experienced bear hunter, I must guide you, except for the bear's paw, other parts of this animal are fat and greasy, no matter how you cook it, it will stink badly. "

"Pick off the bear bile later, peel off the skin, and give it to the wolf pie as a gift."

"Bury the rest and feed back to nature!"

"Alright!" Roy turned the gap between the grills, cut off a piece of meat from the bear's neck with a knife, and threw it behind him.

A Gorffin Sparrowhawk jumped out of the night, held the meat in its beak, and happily swallowed it.

It's not picky at all.

"How long will it take us to reach the agreed cabin?"

"At the current speed of travel, there are still two or three days left."

Roy heard the words and looked into the dark night, his eyes piercing through the woods and the mountains in the mist.

It seems to see a majestic and dilapidated castle fortress.

Kaer Morhen, here I come!

Chapter 2 Responder Escal

The next morning, it was not yet dawn.

The witcher packed his bags and set off again.

There are countless rough roads in the Blue Mountains.

Many go deep into the mountains, and many go over them.

Most are deceptive dead ends, and many more are inhabited by dangerous wildlife.

The Oaks brothers led the way, relying on their rich experience in mountain crossings and the guidance of the animal skin map, they crossed the most dangerous and wrong roads, walked along the gray and white mountain walls, walked through canyons, ravines, and forests.

The journey was uneventful, and another two nights passed.

Kill five wild animals, enjoy a few barbecues, and harvest a few pelts.

morning of the third day.

As the sun peeks through the thick clouds, the snow-capped mountaintops in the distance shimmer with golden light.

The witcher entered a wild, rugged, and wide valley. The messy boulders in the valley spread all the way to the steep hillside on the other side. A wide stream flowed through the center of the valley, which was in the upper reaches.

The water foam beat against the cobblestones in the river, and the logs drifted down the river, impacting the shallow river bed.

And on the other side of the river, in a place full of gravel and overgrown with weeds, a dilapidated log cabin covered with moss appeared in front of everyone.

Oakes, whose chin was covered with light blue stubble, glanced at the X-shaped mark on the map, wiped off the sweat on his face, and grinned.

"Guys, here we go!"

……

"Dong dong..."

"Dong dong..."

The thick index finger gently knocked on the door.

The four demon hunters waited quietly outside the house for ten seconds, but no one answered.

"Did we come early?" Roy rubbed his temples, his face was not very good, "December 12rd, it's only two days after entering the month of reincarnation."

"You said, will the men of the wolf faction come to meet them in February at the end of the month of reincarnation?"

"It doesn't matter if you wait a month. The products in the mountain are rich enough for us to eat." The bald man suddenly knelt down in front of the door and dug a piece of wet soil with his fingers. "But you can't check carefully before saying this? Although the door is closed No breathing or heartbeat can be heard inside the house, but there were apparently humans living in this neighborhood not long ago."

The big man pulled the weeds away, revealing a row of extremely pale footprints on the wet sandy ground.

"Judging from the strength with which the soles of his feet touch the ground, he is undoubtedly a witcher. I guess he is out hunting."

……

As if responding to the inference of the bald man.

Everyone suddenly raised their heads and pricked up their ears. From the flat land on the hillside behind the house, among the green forests, there was the sound of friction and someone's light and fast footsteps.

A ghostly shadow jumped between the tree trunks. His posture among the bushes was graceful and swift, and he didn't even need to stretch his arms to keep his balance. He was more flexible than an ape.

The figure flew past without stopping, looming among the trees, but did not touch a single branch.

He suddenly jumped off a high branch, rolled on the ground to lose momentum.

Run along the hillside to the front.

Everyone finally saw his appearance clearly.

A tall man, about 1.9 meters tall, wearing an open jacket with black vertical stripes on a red background, with wide shoulders and a wide back to bulge up the clothes, and shiny metal studs inlaid on the shoulders of the leather jacket .

Two hilts protrude from the back.

The lower body is the gray tights and leather boots that are more common among witchers.

Under the short brown hair parted in the middle, his face is not very well-shaped, with rough features, a big nose that is slightly bent to the right, amber vertical pupils, and a little flesh on his cheeks, which looks a little swollen.

The side beard was not shaved enough, leaving a circle of light blue stubble.

But the most striking thing is a row of long and twisted centipede-like scars, from the right eyelid down to the corner of the mouth and chin.

Coupled with his calm and penetrating expression, it is easy to think of a pervert and a killer.

Escal

Age: 82

Sex: Male

Identity: Wolf School Demon Hunter

life:?

Mana: 150

Attributes:

Power: 22

agile:?

constitution:?

Perception: 16

Will: 10

Charisma: 4

Spirit: 15

skill:

Demon Hunter Seal Lv10, Alchemy Lv8, Meditation Lv6, Wolf School Longsword Swordsmanship Lv10

Witcher Sense Lv8

other?

……

Roy observed the wolf-faction demon hunter. He originally thought that the person who would come to meet him would be Lambert or Geralt with a more eccentric personality, but he never thought of Escal.

In his inherent impression, Escal was the most mysterious of the four wolf factions.

Regarding his deeds, there are few inks in games and books.