God-level Demon Hunter

His head rested on the man's shoulder, and his waist was tightly bound by an iron-like arm.

During the process of being taken away, Vicky only had time to throw the hair tie behind her head on the ground before falling into a coma.

In a daze, she was strangled by despair.

It took her a lifetime of good luck to reap a warm home. After staying for more than a month, she had to leave without saying goodbye.

There is no doubt that this thin man who looks like a mummy is a human trafficker, right?

Take me to Skellige?

Sold to an old man covered in orange peel as his wife.

woohoo...

In the haze, Vicky felt a trace of regret.

Make a final strong wish——

"It would be great if the teacher could praise me one more time...just one time!"

……

Chirp!

A goshawk descended from the sky.

A pair of sharp claws pulled across the face of the galloping figure.

Flesh was ripped open and blood splattered everywhere!

The man grunted and slowed down.

"boom!"

A turbulent air current hit from the darkness.

The man seemed to be hit by a carriage, soared into the air and fell to the side.

Thick dead branches and broken leaves cushioned him.

But he was good at it and quickly turned over.

A figure in brown leather armor jumped out from the nearby bushes, its amber pupils were full of cold killing intent.

Wearing a gray cloak, the man with skull-like cheeks still did not let go of the girl in his arms, holding the hatchet at his waist with one hand.

But before he could make a move at all, a cold hum exploded in the air.

Suddenly, colorful fireworks flickered in front of my eyes.

Too fast and too hasty, he stared at Venus and lost consciousness...

"Bastard, dare to snatch our child." Oakes spat in the man's face.

He stretched out his hand to detect Vicky's breathing and heartbeat, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Hold her under the nose.

Leaning in Oakes' arms, the little girl regained her senses in a daze, stared at it, and immediately pouted her lips, her blond hair swaying wildly.

Wow burst into tears.

"Uh...uh...Mr. Oakes, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be running around."

"Little lady, remember to file in advance before starting a big adventure next time!"

"But you're smart!"

Vicky fell into a blissful stupor amid the praise.

Oakes rewrapped the blond hair from the headband she had dropped, and turned to the unconscious man in front of him.

Tall and lean body, skull-like cheeks and scruffy stubble, greasy short black hair sticking into clumps.

The most conspicuous point is that he exudes the smell of animal urine and the breath of nature.

"Hunter? No wonder he escaped my trap."

The witcher raised his feet, and the black soles under the thick leather boots greeted the man's cheek!

one or two...

"If you don't kick until you don't even know your mother, I won't be called Oakes!"

There are clear shoe prints on the cheeks, the bridge of the nose is broken, and the cheeks are swollen into buns.

The man convulsed in a coma.

Chapter 20 "Seven Cats" Promise

"Vicky, how do you feel, is there anything uncomfortable?"

In the courtyard of Gawain's House, nineteen orphans surrounded the frightened girl tightly, their sincere little faces almost covering her body, pairs of dark eyes twinkling with worry.

"Does it still hurt here?" A little girl with shofar braids and two missing front teeth held her friend's hand in her arms, breathing hot air at the bruise on the back of her hand.

"It's okay, Renee, it doesn't hurt at all..." Vicky shook her head, her heart was warm, she looked around moved, and said loudly, "You haven't seen Mrs. Oaks show his power, the tall one hasn't brought me yet He was caught as soon as he came out of the woods, and he was beaten black and blue."

"Who is that bastard?!"

"Maybe it's a trafficker?"

"We have to help Vicky!"

A commotion broke out among the boys.

The five reserve witcher apprentices headed by Carl, Monty, and Charnem emerged from the pile of children with fierce eyes, rushed to Vicky, and announced loudly,

"That 'human trafficker' dared to bully you. We must beat him again!"

"Let him look for teeth all over the place!"

"Cry louder than a baby!"

In the heart of the little boy.

It is also their responsibility to protect the companions in the orphanage, especially the pretty girls!

"Yes, you guys are the strongest, you run fast, and you usually learn stick dancing from the teacher!"

A girl with ear-length short hair and a few freckles on the side of her nose chimed in, excitedly waving her pink fist.

"You guys will be able to defeat him together!"

"Don't talk nonsense, that's not a wooden stick, that's a training sword, we're practicing swordsmanship!"

Karl explained anxiously, and suddenly covered his forehead with an "ouch".

"Little brat, who do you want to hit? Do you want to tickle him, this thin-armed and short-legged one?"

Vesemir quietly appeared in the courtyard.

The children immediately exploded in a swarm, and quickly lined up in a neat queue, with their heads held high and their chests held high, full of energy!

Even Vicky was no exception.

This time no one ran off their shoes.

Amber's pupils slowly scanned the small faces, and the old man admired their reaction speed in his heart, secretly thinking that the brotherhood's training method has two brushes.

The surface remained silent.

"Children, from today onwards, all stay in the classroom honestly... It is forbidden to go out without permission. It is not allowed to enter the woods!"

"Teacher, what about that bad guy and trafficker?!" Monty raised his hand.

"He will be punished as he should!" Vesemir glanced at the closed wooden door behind him, worry flickering in his eyes.

"Now, the five of you come out..." The old man smiled brightly, "Practice the 'stick dance' with me, let's get up!"

"The rest return to the classroom and review yesterday's lesson!"

"Prepare for a test!"

……

A dark chamber.

The flickering candlelight illuminated a thin and dull face.

The man was tied tightly to a chair, and in front of him was an old blackened wooden table, on which were placed tweezers, pliers, scalpels and other instruments of torture.

Several men with beastly vertical pupils surrounded him.

"Name?"

"Jurgen."

"age?"

"42."

"What identity, where do you come from?"

"Bounty hunter, from Nimna..."

"Nimna is a city in the northeast of Novigrad," Aiden, who was familiar with the terrain, explained to his companions, "it belongs to Redania."

Serrit held the Axixi seal with his left hand in the air, and continued to ask, his low voice sounded like thunder, "What's your purpose in hiding in the alder forest? Why did you kidnap the child?"

"Hmm..." The man shook his head lightly, a ray of light flashed in his bewildered black pupils.

The expression showed a trace of struggle.

"Don't say, it's okay, we have more time to play slowly." Oakes casually picked up a scalpel on the table, turned it around a few times, and the silver lightning circled around his fingertips.

But he didn't get a chance to show his talents.

Jurgen spoke intermittently, "I accepted the commission... to keep an eye on the orphanage... and take a chance to capture a girl."

The five demon hunters present showed fierce looks.

The orphanage is the root of the fraternity, there must be no mistakes!

"Could it be those human traffickers who killed thousands of knives?" Lambert pondered.

"One student can't feed that group of wolves enough," Lei Suo shook his head, "They will never make such a noise if they want to do it."

"Why did you take that girl away? Where are you going to send her?" Serrit continued to ask, "And who are you connecting with?"

"Send it to the southeastern suburb of Nuocheng, the alley behind the Seven Cats Hotel, and hand it over to the employer...Employer, I don't know the name or identity."

"how does he look like?"

"Thirty years old, male, about 1.8 meters tall, very fat, over two hundred pounds, reddish-brown hair, flat nose, small eyes, fair skin, no beard..."

The five demon hunters present looked thoughtful, but they couldn't remember where they had seen this face.

"No matter who this bastard is, if he dares to attack Gawain's House, his claws must be chopped off!" Oakes roared and punched the table hard.

"That's too cheap for him," Lambert said in a sharp voice with the scar on his left face glowing faintly, "I'm going to send him to meet the ghouls! Watch him be torn to pieces!"

Although they didn't get along for a long time, the demon hunters already regarded the children in the orphanage as reverse scales.

……

Aiden, who was watching, was eager to try.

Rarely has the opportunity to unite with several witchers.

He also wanted to see the actual fighting power of the Brotherhood members.

"Don't be impatient, guys." Serrit continued to ask, "When will we meet?"

"A week later..."

Serrit asked the confused Jurgen the connection code, whether he had any companions hiding elsewhere, and how much he would be paid.

Then put him to sleep.

"It seems that we have relaxed our vigilance too much recently... actually let such a little mouse sneak around for half a month." Serrit shook his head and sneered, "It's quite courageous, for the reward of [-] crowns, dare to break into it. Into the lair of the 'dragon'. Tired of work."

In fact, more than ten witchers can kill a green dragon without any problem, so they are more dangerous than giant dragons.

And they don't have jewelry diamonds in their lairs.