God-level Demon Hunter

Touched by his sincere gaze, the sorceress took a deep breath and turned around abruptly.

"I have to think about it."

Thoughts are surging like tides.

Leaving Kerak was already planned, but if he cut off contact with the Brotherhood of Warlocks again.

Wouldn't that be equivalent to completely tying yourself into the carriage of the Witcher Brotherhood?

Did he already know his current situation?

"Tell me, little villain, what did you hear?"

"Which way do you mean?"

"As for King Velaxus of Kerak, he promulgated a series of new policies after he ascended the throne."

Roy shook his head, "I don't know much about this king."

"But your proposal 'fits' surprisingly well with one of these policies. I thought you had discussed it with him."

"Can you talk about it carefully?"

"King Verax," she said with a touch of sarcasm, "among the new decrees issued that have the greatest impact on me - no magic is allowed in Kerak, and mages are not allowed to own estates and property. Warlocks in Kerak either break the bank to get a license, or leave the country."

"It can almost be said that this policy is aimed specifically at me, because there are no other warlocks who have settled in Kerak, and Vilax insists on his own opinion, and has no intention of giving in. He only gave me a buffer time."

"So I have already planned to seek opportunities in the bigger world. Although I have lived for such a long time, I am a little bit reluctant."

"And you just came to the door at this juncture to win me over."

Roy gave the king of Kerak a thumbs up in his heart.

I'm really thirsty, bring water to drink!

"You have paid for Kerak for decades, but they are ruthless to you." Roy analyzed sternly, "And now Kerak has no place in the world structure! It's not worth working for it .”

"Sell this villa and go to Nuocheng to buy a new one. There is also your favorite ocean over there. After researching, we can go boating together like last time, to Ofel."

……

This time, the sorceress was moved.

"But let me leave in such a disheveled way, I am unwilling..." Shan Shan shook her head, looking at him expectantly, "I must teach them a profound lesson. Are you willing to help me, little villain?"

"Teach who?"

"Issuing a decree to drive me away from the Kerak royal family."

Roy thought for a while.

After making up her mind, Coral wanted him to be the king's assassin, so she tried to refuse.

The fate of the witcher cannot be allowed to repeat the same mistakes.

He gripped Coral's soft little hand again.

"I'll do my best."

"what should I do?"

The sorceress came over silently, and pressed a kiss on his face as if rewarding him, her lips were very warm.

"Don't worry... I'll tell you first."

"Do you understand how the current king, Velaxus, ascended to the throne?"

Roy made a posture of listening attentively.

"He was originally a prince, but was exiled to the desert country by his father, the previous King Beroheng, for more than ten years."

"All the changes happened on the day Bei Luoheng married the new queen... that is more than a year ago."

Coral paused, "I also know that bride, Yildiko, a dropout student from Arethusa, who was expelled for petty theft in the third grade."

"The wedding started, and Bei Luoheng waited in the palace with Yildiko, ready to accept the blessings of the people of Kerak, but suddenly an accident happened!"

"Beloheng died without warning!"

Roy raised his eyebrows, "Overexcited, heart attack? Or is there a problem?"

"Normal people can see it." Shan Shan shook her head, her eyes showing disdain, "but the doctor claimed that the king had a stroke, which was caused by suffocation."

She suppressed her throat and imitated a man's voice,

"The stale air permeated his body and poisoned his internal organs badly. This was caused by the recent frequent storms, which heat the blood. The scientific method is now useless and powerless. We The great king is dead."

Coral shook her head, with a look of pity on her face, there was no such thing as a king who let her do whatever she wanted.

"I suspect that the doctor is blind, and Bei Luoheng can't even see the bleeding marks on his neck?"

"Who would dare to murder the king on the day of the king's wedding?" Roy asked curiously.

"What's wonderful is behind." The sorceress recalled the scene at that time, still amazed on her face,

"Beloheng just died. His son, who had been exiled on the other side of the blue mountain, the current king, Velaxus, rushed back suddenly, rushed into the palace at lightning speed, replaced his dead father, and was crowned king!"

"The new king 'created' an ancient tradition, passed down by successive kings of Kerak for centuries - that if the groom dies on the eve of the wedding, the bride is to marry his unmarried next of kin."

"So Veraxus married the queen of Berohen, Ildiko!"

"The two of them have known each other for a long time?" Roy interjected.

"That's right, this is a poisonous plan. The prince and the new queen join forces to seize the throne."

"I've made a secret investigation to find out." Coral said with determination, "Aldike once gave Beroheng a magic necklace as a token of love, and then cast a spell at the wedding and strangled him to death!"

"This is a shameless scam!"

Roy suddenly felt shocked.

The prince, exiled by his father, returned to the country and took the throne.

And marry the queen.

A typical prince's revenge.

At the same time, he admires the current king Veraxus so much!

For the sake of the throne, let his beloved woman marry the old king... bear the humiliation.

Even if it was a fake marriage, Ardike and the old king must have done everything they should do.

"Veraxus wants to drive away the royal advisor, and it has something to do with Ardike. I witnessed her scandal in Arethusa. She has a grudge and revenge on me!" Coral's pretty face was covered with thin frost, and her chest heaved slightly ,

"In the past six months, she seemed to be looking at me with a magnifying glass at any time. If she didn't like it, she would sue the king. This has happened many times in a row, and it has become more and more serious! Not long ago, Veraxus asked me to leave .”

"I've had enough, I should leave Kerak, but before I leave, I want to take revenge on her!"

Rita brushed a strand of red hair from her forehead and looked into his eyes.

"Little villain, can you do me a favor and catch that nasty woman! Let her make it up to me!"

Roy sighed inwardly.

Against a queen?

Is this the price of attracting a spellcaster?

Chapter 10 The Scalp Hunter

At dawn, the sky turned leaden gray.

Between the capital of Kerak and Brokleon, there is a vast wilderness.

From west to east, human footprints become rarer, rolling hills and lush shrubs occupy the field of vision, and the environment transitions from human society to primitive forest.

In the cold morning wind, the clatter of horseshoes broke the silence of the wilderness.

A knight in a gray cloak was carried by a black steed and left in the dust.

Across a piece of verdant juniper and ash tree full of buds, it is close to a piece of verdant towering green and vast expanse of primeval forest.

The horse stopped.

A massive slope rises gently to merge with the nearby forest.

The knight squatted down next to the dormant raspberries and withered hollyhocks at the bottom of the slope, groped for a row of light horseshoe prints on the ground with his fingers, picked a few light green leaves, and moved his nose.

Close your eyes.

Opening it again, a gleam flashed in his eyes.

A dull silk ribbon condensed in mid-air, twisting and spiraling towards the mountain, until it was hidden in the elephant grass on the top of the slope.

Mmm, fresh smell.

The sorceress' entrustment flashed through Roy's mind.

"That vicious woman Yildiko owns two precious collections, two delicate statues with short arms, which contain her vital secrets, her handles... In order to keep it secret, she even sent someone to take the statues from Kai Lark shipped back to her hometown of Brugge."

"But it's God's will. When the wagon was being transported outside of Brokleon, a group of wandering robbers robbed the wagon. They took her treasure and almost killed everyone."

"However, in order to keep it secret, Yildiko didn't even dare to disclose this matter to the outside world, and didn't dare to ask the king to send troops to suppress the bandits, so he could only swallow his breath."

"Coral, even the person next to her pillow doesn't know this secret, how do you know it?"

"She forced me! In order to prevent this bitch from playing tricks on me, I must monitor her movements at all times!"

"This is my last chance. As long as I find the two statues that were taken away, I can make Aldiko remember forever! Get the compensation I deserve."

"By the way, this robbery happened a month ago. If I'm not mistaken, the real identity of the bandits is Brokleon's scalp hunters. They wander around the forest on weekdays, sneak into the forest, and hunt and protect the forest. Dryad."

"Except for King Vincelav of Brugge, King Kerak and King Verdon have all issued high reward orders to the Dryad."

"But this group of guys not only kill tree spirits, but also human beings, they are already insane."

"Roy, demon hunters are the best at tracking. Can you help me with this and retrieve the statue? You're welcome to deal with this group of people!"

The chief prophet of the Witcher Brotherhood agreed after a little thought.

The sky was still dark, so he left the sorceress' villa, rode a black horse, and drove to Brokleon for two hours, and spent another two hours starting the witcher's sensory tracking.

arrive at the destination.

……

The dense horseshoe prints, the smell of human excrement, the smell of sweat, and the smell of blood with a faint fragrance of grass and trees pointed out the direction for the witcher.

Roy bowed his back and bent his knees, his body was hidden in the grass, his skin gently slid across the grass poles, like a creeping poisonous snake, he tiptoed towards the top of the mountain.

Just a quarter of an hour.

Steep terrain becomes flat.

Roy pressed his body lower, restrained his breathing, and looked over the grass for hundreds of meters.

His keen perception allowed him to clearly see distant scenes.

In the open space in the middle of the hillside, surrounded by several crooked poplar trees, a quiet and simple camp was built.

A dozen or so tents can be seen faintly, surrounded by a pile of extinguished bonfires, like sleeping camels.

But no one was seen, the morning light was faint, the sky was still early, and the poachers were still asleep.

The demon hunter didn't want to startle the enemy, he had to further confirm the target's status.

So he took out Golfing Parrot from the hood behind him, touched the yellow crown on its head, and the baby red on its cheeks, and gave it instructions through telepathy.

Gorfin resisted his noisy instinct, flapped his wings soundlessly, and flew to the sky above the camp.

Circling, looking down.

The picture in the pupil was instantly conveyed to the master.

In the simple tents propped up by a few pieces of rags and wooden frames, people were lying on hay mats.

The leather jacket on his body was old and dirty, and the long-handled axe, steel sword, and mace in his hand gleamed coldly.

The chest undulates slightly, and some are smashing their mouths, grinding their teeth, and farting.

A guard in a gray padded jacket and an iron helmet sat by a tent and dozed off.

"Tsk tsk, all fifteen people are sound asleep? They also brought a vicious guard dog, but luckily they didn't attack rashly."

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