God-level Demon Hunter

Gender: Female

Age: 18

Identity: hunter

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"I... I made the move last, because I, I had to, I was terribly scared..." She stammered, facing this handsome man who looked younger than herself, "I'm hallucinating , I saw a terrifying thing... hiding behind you! Tentacles, like octopus tentacles!"

"It's still there! It's still moving!"

With a flick of Roy's wrist, Gower returned to the scabbard.

Almost at the same time, the vision of fear disappeared.

The woman let out a long sigh of relief, and collapsed to the ground covered in cold sweat.

Roy began to look at her seriously, a rather beautiful and beautiful young woman, or girl.

The light gray shirt and shorts reveal a toned curve, because of regular exercise, his legs are slender and strong without any fat.

Skin has a healthy tan.

His long dark blonde hair was tied into a ponytail whip behind his head, his pointed chin, high nose bridge, and big brown eyes exuded a wild beauty.

The girl noticed that the witcher's eyes were not mixed with uncontrollable desire like most men.

But she still shrank her shoulders involuntarily.

At the same time, I prayed from the bottom of my heart that the victor would forgive a poor prisoner.

"I won't kill you for the time being. I want to ask you something, have you ever seen a pair of human-shaped stone sculptures, about the same length as your arms..."

The woman pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment - the man displayed supernatural means she had never heard before - like a sword dance born to kill, a hot fireball, a terrifying tentacles.

She was powerless to resist.

She decided to answer honestly.

"Statue? Do you mean a man and a woman, the handsome man and the beautiful woman?"

"Exquisite craftsmanship, not inferior to real people."

"Then... I've seen it before," the woman's pale green pupils glanced at Bai Baihe's tent. "Boss Suyad keeps it by his side like a treasure. He takes it out every day to watch and show off."

"I'll take you to find it!"

Two minutes later, the witcher got his wish and found what the coral was craving from the tent of the cockscomb boss.

A lifelike emerald beauty, reflecting green light, and a male stone sculpture carved from basalt, cold and rough.

Roy felt the light and vibrating pendants around his neck, and put them away thoughtfully.

He turned to the nervous woman.

"Now tell me, what's your name? Since you're not with the scalp hunters, why are you hanging out with them?"

"Maria Balin...a hunter." She said, "I just came into contact with this team a week ago, and I haven't even gotten to know them well. I was forced by them to stay in the team, and I had to cooperate several times. We hunted some small animals together." She paused and asked cautiously,

"What do you mean by scalp hunter?"

"Are you really not understanding, or are you pretending to be confused? The kings of several surrounding countries have offered bounties to Brokleon's dryads. You have never heard of it?" The witcher stared into her eyes with fiery eyes, she They looked at each other stubbornly and timidly.

"These guys live off bounties, harass Brokleon, and cut off the dryad's scalp!"

"I have nothing to do with them!" The girl clasped her hands together. She thought that the witcher came to avenge the dryad, and shouted, "I swear, I never hurt the dryad! Please let me go!"

She shrank back, and the witcher's eyes were like knives.

It made her feel naked and uncomfortable.

"Maria, where do you come from, your dress and accent are not like the people around you."

"I... come from Upper Soden."

"Where did you learn how to archery?" Roy raised his eyebrows slightly, "I have to say, your arrows just now were fast and accurate. If it were an ordinary soldier, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to walk in front of you, and they would be shot by your gray feathers." An arrow pierces through."

"My father taught me...he used to be a forest ranger." She lowered her head, shoulders trembling slightly, sad and a little scared, "but he passed away, I have to find a way to earn money to support myself, but I can't read or write I have no other skills but to be a hunter... I heard that Brokleon's prey is inexhaustible."

"So here I am."

"The prey is not just wild animals." Roy added in his heart,

With your looks, wouldn't it be easier to support yourself by being married than by hunting?

He rubbed his chin and circled around the silent girl——

From Upper Soden, the father is a forest ranger, the name is Maria Ballin, the age and appearance are also suitable.

The demon hunter outlined an Axi sign with five fingers, and confirmed it again through hypnosis.

Wait for the girl to come back to her senses.

His gaze softened quietly.

He can now basically confirm the identity of the other party—the archer Maria Balin, an important member of Geralt's girl-hunting team during the Second Northern War.

A woman who values ​​love and righteousness, but also a poor woman.

Even though she was pregnant, she still insisted on assisting Geralt to find Ciri, who was wandering and wandering. As a result, she had a miscarriage due to overwork and lost the child in her womb.

Later, he also gave up the retention of a like-minded aristocratic man.

And at the end of the journey, Maria ushered in her final fate during the raid on Styga Castle.

A good bow dies with arrows.

Be one of the four victims.

Roy sighed slightly in his heart. According to his opinion, the other party was undoubtedly a legend.

The experience of the future is epic.

It's just that he is young and ignorant now, and has not yet grown up.

Brokleon's dryads had never captured her, and she hadn't made a contract with the dryad queen Esna in her human body, and started her miserable career as a traitor.

The witcher looked again at the tense, awed, tinged face of curiosity.

Since she will help Geralt and Ciri.

"You are not a scalp hunter, but you cannot deny that you are their companion, don't you want to avenge them?"

"I can't wait to put poison in their pot! Then sneak away!" Maria's eyes flashed with hatred, and she said sharply, "This is a group of rotten people with pus on their feet. They think that anyone named Maria She's a stupid girl from the countryside, she can pinch her ass at will, she's so frivolous!"

"If their boss hadn't enjoyed the process of taming the 'Fierce Horse'..." She lowered her head with lingering fear, "I'm afraid I would have turned into a corpse."

The demon hunter glanced at her, confirming that the fear in her eyes was not hypocritical, "Since you didn't hunt dryad scalps, and didn't kill innocent humans...you can go."

Maria didn't move.

At such a life-threatening moment, based on her experience of wandering around, she should have left decisively and never asked a single word.

But her feet seemed to be filled with plaster, and she couldn't move an inch.

The man in front of her was younger than her, but he suddenly appeared in an irresistible posture, killing all the scalp hunters neatly.

But at the last moment, she took her life lightly.

Such a contradictory behavior seemed to set a fire in her chest.

The flame called curiosity sprouts and grows irresistibly.

"You, who are you? What's your name? Can you tell me?"

"Roy, I'm also a hunter just like you... but I usually only hunt scum and evil monsters, don't ask about the rest."

"Finally, I'll give you a piece of advice. Brokleon is in danger, and he's not that easy to mess with—it's best not to go in again."

Roy whistled.

Golfin Parrot fell from the sky and landed in the hood behind his head.

The demon hunter strode away and left. As for the scalp hunters' legacy, they all left it to the girl.

Maria Balin stood in the camp full of corpses, staring at the man's back, holding her beloved longbow in a daze.

A strong premonition surged in my heart, and I will see you later.

There will be a chance to meet this mysterious man again.

Chapter 12 Encapsulation of carburetors

The palace garden, which used to be a temple garden, but Kerak's ancestors had already expanded it, building many stone pillar corridors and arched halls.There are several pavilions among the buildings shaded by trees, where princes often hide from the sun.

In the middle of the garden stood the king of Kerak, Veraxus, dressed in black with many gold and silver embroidery, and wearing an ermine hat.

He has black hair and black eyes, a straight nose, and dark skin. Compared with the natives of the Coastal Kingdom, he is more likely to be from the Zerikan Desert.

The slender and beautiful blond woman beside her was wearing a simple white dress decorated with dazzling diamonds; she had a mink cape on her shoulders, and her big blue eyes glanced at the king beside her from time to time, shining with admiration.

But when he glanced at the other woman in front of him, there was undisguised hostility and disdain.

Rita Needle wore a turquoise crepe gown today with a uniquely patterned butterfly embroidered on the chest and embellished with tiny sparkling sequins.

There is a circle of pleats at the bottom of the skirt, which was a trend ten years ago, but on Rita, the pleats and other elements complement each other, making her more attractive.

Around the sorceress's neck was a necklace of delicate emeralds, each the size of an almond, one of which was particularly large.

Her red hair burned like wildfire.

"Ms. Rita Needle, I have made it clear to you that Kerak no longer needs a magic advisor." The man's voice was deep and powerful, "If you want to stay, you must purchase a license. Then I will You are generously allowed to practice proper medicine in Kerak, but the taxes will be ten percent higher than those of your non-magic counterparts."

"And you're not allowed to get involved in politics, directly or indirectly."

After the king finished speaking, he stroked the hair of the woman beside him affectionately, her black eyes were full of obsession.

The woman seemed very satisfied with his performance and held his arm tightly.

"Honorable Majesty Veraxus, Queen Ardike, please give me some more time. I have to get rid of that villa... I still have some finishing work in Kerak." Rita Nied sincerely explain.

"How long will it take, tell me the specific time," Queen Aldike asked loudly, a gleam of pleasure flashed in her bright eyes, and her pretty face was shining brightly, "Your Majesty's patience is limited, don't try to delay time and fool us with your rhetoric .”

What about graduating from Arethusa?

Still not as good as myself as a dropout.

Now I'm the queen on high.

And you, you can only act according to my face!

"One week..." Rita Need said in a deep voice, "Please give me another week, and I promise to disappear from Kerak, and never come back to hinder your eyes."

After she finished speaking, the corner of her mouth suddenly curved, as if she felt something strange.

"Ms. Rita Needle, if you have nothing to report, hurry down!" Veraxas continued to play with his wife's hair, waving his hands without looking back.

……

Under the light of the bright magic crystal lamp, there are two more stone carvings on a flat table.

Emerald statues of women, and basalt stone carvings of men.

The carving is lifelike, like a real person, even a small freckle on the face is very clear.

A slender and well-fitting palm held up the jade stone carving, Rita Nied rubbed it and observed it, small dimples appeared on her cheeks, and she blushed with excitement,

"That's right, it's them, Ardike's treasures! They hide the queen's most important secret!" She put down the statue, and hugged the demon hunter beside her in a rare and excited way.

"Little villain, you never let me down."

"Well--"

Another coral lip print appeared on the witcher's cheek.

"Wait a few more days, after I avenge my revenge and make that hateful woman pay compensation, I will go back to Nuo City with you and participate in the formula improvement of the Demon Hunter Brotherhood."

Roy Dark Gold's pupils swept towards the two statues, and the magic elements and weak vitality were ready to come out.

"Coral, isn't this an ordinary stone sculpture?"

"You can feel it, that's right, the little villain is so smart and possesses all kinds of incredible abilities, such as prophets, I must have heard of it." She pursed her lips and said a word,

"Confidential Sealing Technique..."

"It's also called human body compression..." The female sorceress explained with a smile, "It's a unique spell that can wrap the subject in a jade or stone shell and shrink it to the size of a palm."