God-level Demon Hunter

The white wolf growled and rubbed his temples, sighing deeply,

"Lambert is still young, has an out-of-the-way personality, and is playful. He probably wants to go to Nordic City to see the prosperity of the big city. He will soon get bored, so don't take his words too seriously."

"I don't think so. Lambert gave you a good start," Roy said firmly. "Sooner or later, he will prove to you that joining the Brotherhood is the right choice."

"Also, don't you care about the disaster that will happen many years later? If you don't unite, what will you do?"

Speaking of this, White Wolf's expression became serious,

"Are you sure you read it right, Roy? I really can't think of anything else in Kaer Morhen that is worth coveting by outsiders?"

"Don't you think that demon hunters are of great value in themselves, resistant to poison and heat, and have far more adaptability to extreme environments than ordinary people. Demon hunters are excellent experimental materials!"

"And the formula of the Wolf Pie is no less than a priceless treasure to some existences. In order to protect Kaer Morhen, are you willing to give away the formula? Or persuade Vesemir to move out of this castle?"

Roy stared at Geralt's face.

He knows the answer.

The stubborn tradition makes the wolf faction never give in. They would rather die than surrender, and stick to it until the end.

"Roy, your revelation is more powerful than I imagined. You can see such a specific... mutation formula. Is this why Kaer Morhen was attacked again?"

At this point, Geralt believed his prophecy a little bit, and began to seriously consider joining the so-called Brotherhood of Demon Hunters, so that the wolf faction, snake faction, cat faction, bear faction, Kyle Siren's griffin faction, and even Flying lion monsters that have never been seen before, all united.

Can it resist powerful forces full of malice and rewrite the future?

By the way, we also need to add the demon hunter in front of me, who has the ability to enlighten and is extremely talented.

Roy saw the emotion on his face, and decided to continue to increase, "The tragedy of Kaer Morhen... There are other reasons."

"what reason?"

"It's related to your daughter of destiny."

Geralt raised his eyebrows, and he couldn't help but think of a little girl with mouse-gray hair, small and delicate features, a bit boyish, lively and loud.

"How to say?"

"Geralt, do you remember the daughter of Pavetta and Doni, the little princess Ciri of Cintra? Have you visited her during this time?"

"I'm just a lowly witcher with rude words and deeds," Geralt shook his head as if comforting himself, "what right do I have to disturb the noble princess?"

"What's more, if I dare to come to the door, Calanthe, Queen of Cintra, will definitely think that I have bad intentions for her good granddaughter, and she will cut off my head."

……

"You are always like this...to Ciri, to Ye Naifer."

Filled with a contradictory charm?

Roy said loudly, "Don't you think...you should go and see for yourself, ask their opinions, and figure out whether they want to see you, or play hide-and-seek with you hypocritically!"

"Come on, Roy." White Wolf whispered.

"I also see Ciri's future."

"We once went on a trip to Brokleon together, and met the Dryad Queen Esna, who revealed Ciri's true identity, do you remember?"

"The daughter of the ancient blood—"

The deep voice of the white wolf sounded, and a gust of wind suddenly gushed out of the window, blowing the moth-eaten curtains whirring.

In the sky, the moonlight disappeared into the dark clouds, and the light was dim.

The chaotic energy in the room, as if responding to this address, became active.

"The ancient bloodline is much more precious than the mutant formula of the demon hunter." Roy said word by word, "The forces coveting her are even bigger, and they are persistent in their pursuit of her."

"You couldn't let go of the fetters of fate, and you extended a helping hand."

"In the end, your daughter of destiny brings danger and disaster to Kaer Morhen!"

"How is it possible! She is the heir to the kingdom," White Wolf retorted, "The royal family of Sintra and the ruler of the Skellige Islands escorted her, who dares to attack her?!"

"Where is the turn to get the protection of the demon hunter?!"

……

Roy smiled without saying a word.

Geralt's thoughts turned, and he quickly figured out the crux of the problem.

Even if he is old-fashioned, neutral, and traditional.

But he traveled all over the world, and the news was not blocked at all.

He thought of some speculative rumors he had heard in Brugge and Sintra.

Some say that the army of the Nilfgaardian Empire in the south is stationed not far from the Amer Mountains.

If you continue to advance to the north, you will definitely enter Sintra's sphere of influence.

The conspiracy of the Southern Empire is clearly revealed.

Geralt remembered something again.

When he was in Brokleon, Governor Fesnet, who had been reduced to a breeding machine for dryads, even scolded Ciri for this matter, blaming her for running away indiscriminately and destroying the alliance between Cintra and Verdon.

This makes Sintra even weaker and weaker.

……

"Siri still needs the protection of a demon hunter. That can only mean that the royal family of Cintra, who originally protected her, and the controlling Queen Calanthe, were given by Nilfgaard..."

White Wolf was startled.

The night wind rushed from the back of his neck, and before he knew it, cold sweat broke out all over his body.

Looking at the young man in front of him again, the deep cat pupils became very complicated.

This snake demon hunter, who was suspected to be a prophet, unexpectedly revealed to him the direction of a future war with ease.

Too unreal.

"If an accident happened to Shirley, would you sit idly by?"

Geralt asked himself, shaking his head.

not only that.

Once you intervene.

No matter how ugly Vesemir, Eskar, and Lambert said,

With their decades of friendship.

It is impossible to sit idly by.

The chances of Kaer Morhen being involved are not small.

The situation is logical.

"Geralt, you have also seen the power of the law of accident. Even if you and Ciri are temporarily separated." Roy said in a deep voice, "Fate will eventually send her to you, so that you will live, die, and suffer together."

"At that time, if the wolf school still only has you four sticklers...even if we add our snake school, it will still not be enough! Everything will be washed away..."

Roy took a deep breath, and his dark golden eyes fixed on the demon hunter, "If you are not willing to change, join us, and develop and grow the power that belongs to the demon hunter, the existing strength alone cannot protect you Kaer Morhen, your daughter of destiny, Ciri."

"Damn! Are you a demon? Do you have to use such a cruel and direct way of expression?" Geralt stood up in a gaffe, paced, and hissed, "Even if I join the Brotherhood, then? Do you think it is possible that a few demon hunters can resist forces comparable to an army?"

"Change is better than sitting still and waiting to die." Sparks collided between the pupils of dark gold and amber, and Roy looked at the angry white wolf happily and fearlessly. "Joining the fraternity and cultivating the apprentices, at least there is a possibility of achieving a perfect ending."

"Companions who are born and died, no longer make unnecessary sacrifices."

"Everyone can be happy..."

……

"Come on, Geralt," Roy held out his hand to him, "come back to Novigrad with us, and fight for the future of the witcher!"

"You're such a little devil!" Geralt of Rivia repeated, his rough palm paused in mid-air, and he firmly grasped the young man's hand, his palm was covered with sweat, "Don't make me regret today's decision !"

"Also, don't make me worry about messy chores!"

"Don't worry, the Brotherhood will never let a layman mess things up!"

"Then we've made a deal! We talked a lot today," Roy turned around contentedly, and walked to the door. "I think you need time to digest."

Enemies who covet wolf pie recipes and ancient blood.

The direction of the war between Cintra and Nilfgaard.

Too much future information flooded his mind, Geralt's face was flushed, sweat was steaming on his white hair, and he needed to take a break.

But he was like a man addicted to hard liquor and couldn't help but want more.

"Roy, the so-called revelation, as long as you want and care about you, you can see it?" Geralt stopped him,

"How is it possible? I didn't say that the results of revelations are full of chance." Roy shook his head and laughed.

"Then how do you know so much about Kaer Morhen and me?" White Wolf looked over with piercing eyes.

Because you are the protagonist.

Roy said in his heart,

"Because I have more contact with you, it is easier to obtain relevant enlightenment."

"Is this the reason?" Geralt stopped breathing for a moment, and sat on the wooden bed, fingers interlocked, with a trace of tension on his face, "Then, can I inquire about the whereabouts of you alone?"

"Although you ask, the enlightenment is out of control," Roy shook his head regretfully at the white wolf with perturbed eyes, "I may not be able to give an answer."

The white wolf's expression changed and he stood still.

After pondering for a long time, he opened his mouth.

"Do you know how I came to Kaer Morhen in the first place, Roy. It's not an accident."

Roy's heart moved, and he suddenly understood what the other party wanted to ask.The information in my mind was tumbling wildly.

Geralt took a deep breath, mocked himself and smiled bitterly, "A woman left me to Vesemir."

"To be precise, when I was very young, my mother abandoned me and abandoned me outside the gate of Kaer Morhen. Later, Vesemir of the Wolf School adopted me and led me into the way of the witcher. Listen to Doesn't it sound incredible?"

"In most cases, the mother would just beg the witcher not to take her child, but she avoided me."

"Uh, maybe she has something to hide." Roy comforted.

Geralt seemed not to have heard her explanation, and muttered nervously to himself,

"All these years, I have been wondering whether I will meet the woman who threw me to the witcher. If I meet her, how will she react when she looks at my dark vertical pupils. I What should I say, what questions should I ask her, such as why did she abandon me?"

The corners of Geralt's eyes were slightly sore.

"But I waited for seven or 80 years, but I couldn't wait for the fateful reunion. I only got her name from Vesemir, Vesenna, a female druid and warlock. Where is she now? Where? Can your revelation help me find her, Roy?" Geralt raised his head and looked at him expectantly.

"Give me some time." The Snake Demon Hunter pretended to close his eyes and meditated for a moment, only the slight rapid breathing of the white wolf could be heard in the room.

In fact, according to the original history, Geralt would see his mother two years later when he was seriously injured and healed by her, but the white wolf could not get the answer he wanted from her mouth, and she leave without saying goodbye.

If I intervene, will there be any changes?

"I saw her pale face and thin figure, which is completely different from yours." Roy shook his head, "She has traveled all over the world like most druids, and she also shoulders the duty of a herbal doctor to treat people's diseases .”

"But she has no fixed place and her whereabouts are a mystery. At least I can't find her."

Geralt lowered his head sadly.

"But I also accidentally caught a glimpse of another scene. It has something to do with your life experience."

Roy took a deep breath and explained the woman. "A white-haired man had hallucinations before he died. He saw a man slaughtering a monster."

"The man in the vision told him that his name was Geralt of Rivia."

Geralt withdrew slightly from his gloominess, surprise welling up in his heart.

He didn't remember seeing a dying white-haired man?

When did this happen?

"So later, this dying man, the human warrior Colin, told his wife, the spellcaster Vesenna...the unborn child in her womb, named Geralt of Rivia, and prophesied, This child is a witcher with dark cat eyes!"

"The wife thought it was the will of fate. She obeyed Colin's last wish and gave the child to the witcher of Kaer Morhen to raise him."

Roy stared at Geralt,

"Because of the power of fate, this child successfully survived the trial of green grass and became a wolf school demon hunter."