God-level Demon Hunter

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What impresses people the most is his character.

Like a hard-working old cow, a calm and down-to-earth old man.

But he also has some brilliant records.

For example, in another world, Triss Merigold mentioned, "If you have to say which man is more fierce than Geralt, it must be Escal."

In the end, as if as a kind of proof, at the end of everything, Triss married the fiercest man in her heart, Escal.

Of course, everything in this world is still uncertain, after all, Triss doesn't even know Geralt.

……

"The four must be friends of the Snake Sect?"

The man walked up to the wooden house and stood five meters away from the four of them. His amber pupils swept across the pendants around the necks of the four of them one by one, and he recognized everyone's identities quite well.

"Lesso, Oakes, Serrit, Roy? Good morning! I'm from Kaer Morhen, Escal from the Wolf School."

He raised a bloody roe deer in his hand.

"Everyone has traveled thousands of miles, you must be tired and hungry, how about sitting in the house, fill your stomach first, and let's chat while eating."

His voice is very low and steady, inexplicably making people feel at ease and at ease.

……

The empty wooden house, simple and dilapidated.

Stubbles of tenacious weeds emerged from the gaps in the log walls, and pale cobwebs hung from the corners of the house.

Inside the wooden house, apart from a bed made of hay, there is only an iron pot in the center, a grill, and several yellowed and rotten wooden bowls.

A series of "zizz" swallowing and sipping sounds sounded.

Five witchers sat around on the animal skin rug beside the iron pot, enjoying a steaming pot of stewed meat with turnips, carrots, and potatoes.

Escal added a piece of charcoal to the campfire.

The face under the firelight was unexpectedly gentle, and the row of scars became less scary." More than three months ago, Geralt returned to the castle ahead of schedule, and suddenly announced to everyone that he met four friends in Sintra and wanted to To be invited to the house as a guest."

"To be honest, I can't remember that it has been decades. That guy has never brought anyone home, let alone a man, an apprentice, or even a woman."

"Oh? Doesn't Geralt have a lot of friends? Why has he never invited guests?" Roy asked.

"Yes, he has hunted dragons with dwarves, helped Foltest save his daughter, and slept with many sorceresses..." Escal shook his head and commented sharply, "But he is very awkward. Some people stay away from each other, as if they are afraid of getting too close, and they will be afraid of separating."

That's right!Roy nodded his head. The various legendary experiences of His Excellency the White Wolf fully demonstrated that he is a hypocritical and entangled person.

"Inviting four guests at once this time is really beyond my expectations." Escal stared at the leftovers in the bowl and shook his head. Mohan, instilled him with ecstasy soup."

Why "again"?

Roy's heart moved, and Escal skipped some content.Kaer Morhen suffered a massive invasion many years ago.

The school has plummeted since then.

……

"Haha! Then how did you make a decision in the end?" Oakes asked with a smile.

"Vesemir checked him from head to toe, inside and out, to make sure he wasn't enchanted or cursed."

"Then the old rules, voting..." Escal shrugged, "Kaer Morhen has not been lively for many years, and it is dilapidated. The valuable treasures have long been taken away, and there is no profit. Occasionally It’s okay to have a few friends.”

"I abstained from voting."

"Lambert seems to have had some kind of incentive to vote against it."

"Geralt and Vesemir voted for it. So... Finally, I was sent here to meet the guests." Escal took a few mouthfuls of the fat stew, "I thought you would come at least in January, but I didn't expect it to be so early ?The winter solstice is just after, and I haven’t had time to hunt for something big and prepare a hearty bacon feast.”

Roy was a little disappointed when he heard the words. It seemed that Geralt hadn't passed on the concept of brotherhood to his companions.

"Nuocheng's affairs have been dealt with, and there is nothing to do anyway, so we decided to leave early..."

Roy paused, "I thought Master Vesemir would not agree."

The three big men of the Snake School also shook their heads inadvertently. In their assumptions, the oldest master should be the most conservative one.

"Geralt convinced him... and described everyone's characteristics in detail, which aroused the curiosity of the old man." The man's amber pupils swept across the faces of several people one by one,

"What did he say?" Oakes asked curiously.

"Lesso, a calm bald man, Serrit, a calm wise man, Brother Oaks, you are very lively... er... you should be able to chat with Lambert..."

Oakes opened his mouth wide, and made up his mind that he must see Lambert, who is so divine.

"And you, Roy, the youngest snake hunter, you are very courageous and imaginative, full of vigor and courage, perfectly interpreting the old saying 'A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger'."

Unknowingly, a trace of melancholy flashed across Escal's face, as if he remembered someone.

"You still often...uh... speak wild words, don't mind, I'm just repeating Geralt's original words, you like to promote exaggerated and shocking remarks. At first, it sounded like the ravings of lunatics and psychopaths."

Roy put down the bowl in his hand in an instant, his face turned dark, and the meat in his mouth was not so fragrant.

And Lei Suo tensed his face, turned his head to one side, and his expression became more rigid.

The corner of Serritt's mouth twitched.

Oakes laughed exaggeratedly.

"The description couldn't be more apt! If this kid doesn't belong to a school of thought, if I don't know him well, I'll definitely treat him as a psychopath!"

Escal suddenly changed the subject, "Geralt said it later, after careful consideration, your words seem to have a little truth. Then can you tell me, what strange remarks did you say to him?"

Roy's lips moved,

The bald man answered first, "Our visit this time is the suggestion of the brat!"

"Young man, his thoughts are wild and unconstrained, thinking that one thing is one thing... During that accidental meeting in Sintra, he mentioned to Geralt that he was very interested in Kaer Morhen and wanted to have a relationship with the wolf faction. Guys make friends."

"There is no doubt that this kind of behavior is indeed very abrupt. After all, it was the first time we met. How should I say it, it is too shallow."

"I see." The wolf faction's demon hunter nodded, and made such an outrageous request when they met for the first time. To visit the other party's hometown as a guest, no matter how you look at it, it has bad intentions.

But Geralt's instincts were always right, since he uncharacteristically agreed to the request.

Just trust a few people.

"Everyone came to Kaer Morhen, not just to make some friends?" Escal asked further.

"It's true, buddy, you should understand that today is different from the past, the witcher is weak, and anyone can step on it." Oakes said, patting his chest, but enough was enough, more weighty remarks Leave it for later.

"So it's always right to make more friends. If you encounter any troubles in the future, you can help each other..."

Escal lowered his head.

It was the first time he had heard such straightforward and unabashed remarks.

Most demon hunters keep their doors open and will never take the initiative to make friends with members of other schools.

In comparison, these few people in front of them seem too utilitarian, but they are refreshing enough!

"Then, I'm here to represent the Wolf School, welcome everyone to visit!"

Five people raised wooden bowls.

"Gulu Gulu" made a bowl of broth.

"How many people have enough food, drink, and rest? If you leave with me, you will be home before tonight!"

……

Led by Escal, the five demon hunters ran along the wide depression in the valley, through the forest spreading among the uneven boulders, and the stream at the bottom of the valley.

Their keen skills allow them to trek through mountains and rivers like walking on flat ground.

At one point, when they reached the upper reaches of the valley, there appeared before them a long, slender tree trunk propped up by several boulders: the bark was dark and green with moss and ferns, and the branches were bare.

If the body is unbalanced, it is easy to fall and cause serious injury.

But this is the only way to go deep into the valley.

"This is called Killer's Road." Escal noticed the curious eyes of the young demon hunter, and explained calmly, "Around Kaer Morhen, there are many obstacles to prevent foreign invaders, and they change every year. "

"Snake faction's school should have similar terrain, right? It's good for training new apprentices."

"Well, I think the exercise effect of wooden stakes is already good."

……

The demon hunter safely and flexibly crossed the killer roads, or the single log among the boulders, or the steep mountain road beside the cliff... from morning to afternoon, and then to evening.

Cross another valley and climb up a semicircular hillside.

Finally, the legendary ancient sea fortress revealed a rough outline - the ruins leaning on the steep stone wall, the half-demolished trapezoidal city wall, the remnants of the outer fort and city gate, and the rough and strong main building of the castle.

Accommodating hundreds of people is not a problem.

"Wow, look at this beauty..." Oakes blew a loud whistle, "It's not inferior to Guswald!"

The rest of the Snake Sect demon hunters all looked solemn.

It was bigger and more dilapidated than anyone thought.

Also more shocking.

After a 1-minute attention ceremony.

Another quarter of an hour, they stepped on the only remaining slab bridge on the moat of the fortress, walked along the stone road in the courtyard, and came to an iron-clad grille door. Behind the worn-out iron door was a dark corridor.

In the corridor, a tall and straight figure with pale hair could be vaguely seen.

"Friends of the Snake faction, welcome to Kaer Morhen!"

A low, magnetic voice came out.

Everyone's spirits were shocked!

"Geralt, hello!"

Chapter 3 The Young Generation of the Wolf Faction

Two people appeared in the dark corridor, and the first one was Geralt of Rivia, whose hair was as pale as an old man.

Still dressed in sloppy clothes, gray cotton jacket, yellowed old shirt, tight leather pants, greasy white hair scattered behind his head, and thick stubble on his mouth, obviously it hasn't been taken care of for a long time.

He waved to several people.

Eskar walked over and stood beside him, looking like two brothers.

There was also a third Wolf faction demon hunter who came to welcome the guests. Compared with the first two, he was obviously younger. He had short black hair that was close to his scalp, and his hairline was in a dangerous mountain shape. He had amber eyes, a hooked nose, He had a short beard around his chin and upper lip, and his skin was pale and red.

Due to the "curse" of Wolf Pai's scar face, like his two friends, he has a long scar on his right cheek, extending from the corner of his forehead to the side of his cheek, and he is full of hostility.

At this moment, this guy is crossing his arms, with his chin raised slightly, looking at the guests with a little arrogance on his face.

Lambert

Age: 52

Sex: Male

Identity: Wolf School Demon Hunter

Life: 200

Mana: 120

Attributes:

Power: 19

agile:?

Constitution: 20

Perception: 13