God-level Demon Hunter

"Karl's grass trial will take at least three months, maybe even half a year... During this period, it will be difficult for us to meet each other, and we will meet at most once a week... It will be every Sunday, understand?"

"Um……"

"You are not allowed to break the appointment!"

"Then I also have a request. No matter who you are hosting the trial for in the future, you have to keep a proper distance from them." The pupils intertwined with gold and silver stared at the sorceress seriously.

Dangerous possessiveness.

Rita Needed's meticulous care during that month also made him understand his intentions.

The latter covered his red lips and giggled coquettishly, caressing his cheek affectionately, his hair slid over his lips, his eyelashes fluttered like a fluttering butterfly.

"Why are you looking at me with such strange eyes? Coral, why don't you answer?"

"Because I was thinking, what kind of surprise can make you feel at ease." The sorceress smiled slightly and posted it.

"Um... ah..."

"I'm relieved now. Seriously, Coral, do you know any other sorceresses, are you close?"

"Why do you ask that all of a sudden?" Rita Needle's eyes flashed with vigilance.

"Don't get me wrong, in fact, men can do it too... I feel that there is only one Warlock in the Brotherhood, and it would be too much work for you to preside over the Trial of Green Grass alone... As a result, there is no extra time between us."

"Giggle, little villain, are you going to fool other spellcasters? It's beautiful." The sorceress lay in his arms and smiled back, "I know a lot of well-known or unknown sorcerers, Margarita, Keira Metz, Yennefer, Tishaya, Triss... the little witch you saved, Kaska..."

She listed more than a dozen of them in one breath, her tone was at the last moment, and she glanced at his face with her bright eyes, "Do you want to go and see Casca?"

Roy hesitated for a second, then shook his head decisively, "She has her own life."

Wait until she grows up.

Rita nodded in satisfaction, and stroked his forearm rhythmically, as if stroking a cat, "Except for me, there is no way other warlocks can compete with the so-called Brotherhood of Demon Hunters. Organization cooperation. What's more, you can afford a second warlock?"

Roy was lost in thought.

In fact, for more than a month, Rita Nieder did not accept the salary of the Brotherhood. One is that the compensation given to her by Queen Ardike of Kerak is enough for several years. There are too many interests mixed in the relationship.

Roy was also forced to eat a soft meal.

However, during this period of time, a lot of money was spent on the orphanage, the two grass trials, and formula improvement, mainly the latter two.

With the monthly income of the two shops alone, it is no longer possible to make ends meet.

Not to mention that there are still many costly plans, such as the improvement of weapons and equipment, and the purchase of some important equipment, which have not yet been put on the agenda.

To hire another warlock, you have to make a good deal with the two doppelgangers.

"Don't be so ambitious... In just one year, the number of demon hunters has doubled, and an orphanage has been opened, which is already remarkable." Rita Nieder comforted her softly.

"Sooner or later there will be a second caster, but the next energy should be focused on Karl, understand?"

"Well, Karl, to be honest, is success guaranteed?"

"I'm not sure. You were close to 14 years old when you took part in the trial, seriously exceeding the age limit, while Carl is only eight or nine years old, and his size is just right. The green grass trial will transform him better than you, which means greater risk."

Do older mutants deserve to be discriminated against?

Roy shook his head.

The sorceress continued, "What's more, Karl is not as good at 'creating miracles' as you are. He has multiple roles: a prophet, an animal trainer, and inexplicably sparkles on his body, healing all scars."

"It's enviable... I promise, sooner or later you will be willing to tell all the secrets!"

"Then you have to continue to make me feel at ease."

"Hmm." The sorceress bit her lower lip with eager eyes.

Under the indigo-colored sky, the waves on the sea were rough, and the narrow wooden boat drifted freely, and gradually, violently bumped and swayed.

a long time.

Chapter 32 The Gryphon Attack

Clear skies.

To the east of Novigrad, the breeze blows across the grassland by the river bank.

In the high sky of indigo, two huge figures are flapping their wings and circling around each other.

One of them is covered with brown-yellow down, with a griffin head and dark eyes exuding the indifference and arrogance of an apex predator.

The other is bigger, comparable to an adult buffalo, with a gray-black, streamlined body like a cat.

However, the epidermis has scales of amphibians and feathers of birds, a pair of wings with claws protruding from the ends, and a slender tail like a snake.

The head is like a rooster, with a short, sharp beak and a bright red crest.

The amber eyes gleamed with cruelty and cunning.

Suddenly, there was a high-pitched scream!

The griffin turned into a yellow whirlwind and flew towards the petrified cockatrice.

"boom!"

The two winged beasts collided fiercely and fought fiercely-the sharp beaks pecked at the head and neck, the wings hugged the wings, and the claws hooked the claws, making a noisy and piercing roar.

Wandering and spinning in the sky!

It's like a couple madly venting their resentment.

A large amount of stinky blood, gray and yellow feathers, and black scales spilled from the sky.

They suddenly separated again!

Shocking blood was crawling between the chest and abdomen.

Both loses!

However, the griffin beast is still young.

He has suffered a great loss in strength and size, and has no scale armor, and the wound is deeper!

The brilliance in the vertical pupils obviously dimmed a bit, and he flapped his wings suddenly and turned around.

"Ho Ho—" whined, and fell to the ground.

"Europe--"

"Europe--"

The cry of the petrified cockatrice was filled with joy and pride, and the cruelty in Huber's pupils was even worse.

Flapping its wings, it followed closely behind the Griffin.

"Whoosh-"

Short and rapid bowstring vibration!

A silver arrow light suddenly flew out from the bushes, and a bloody flower exploded on the red comb of the petrified cockatrice.

With a cry of pain, it fell straight to the green grass like a kite with a broken string.

But in the process of its fall.

An orange fireball flew across the air again, bringing out a high-temperature afterimage, and hitting its body impartially.

Hot flames shot up to the neck along the black feathers between the chest and abdomen.

The landed beast howled and rolled against Mars, splashing dust on the ground.

Huge wings pick up dirt and plant debris.

But don't wait for the flame to go out.

A tall and straight figure suddenly appeared from the bushes.

The index finger of his right hand lightly squeezed the trigger, and his left hand quickly drew a red spell.

A series of silver light and orange flames were fired at the same time, and the petrified cockatrice was caught off guard.

The sharp crossbow pierced through the flesh and blood, drilled into its left eye, and did not enter.

The impact of the fireball explosion engulfed its huge body, and it turned sideways.

The flames were still burning wildly.

The demon hunter's dark gold pupils became deeper——

Petrified Cockatrice

Age: 12

Gender: Male

Life: 200/280 (light injuries)

Mana: 120

Attributes:

Power: 26

Agility: 20

Constitution: 28

Perception: 9

Will: 8

Charisma: 5

Spirit: 12

skill:

Sub-dragon species (passive solidification): The petrified cockatrice has a trace of thin dragon blood in its body, its constitution +10, and its thick scaly skin can effectively resist all kinds of blows. It also has good resistance to flames, strong acids, and venoms.

Cone Tail Strike Lv5: The petrified cockatrice is as fast as thunder and uses its tail to whip the target.

Sound Wave Shock Lv6: Because of the special throat and vocal cord structure, the petrified cockatrice can send out sound waves of a unique frequency to targets within 5 meters, making them dizzy and lose their balance.

……

"Whoosh-"

Ripples appeared in the air, and a ghostly figure followed the flying crossbow arrows, spanning a distance of tens of meters in an instant, and appeared on top of the head of the petrified chicken snake.

The dark gold and silver gray eyes seemed to be on fire.

Mask Frost!

The dark red blade in his hand was raised above his head.

On the exposed forearm, slender muscles bulged like loaches!

Unparalleled swiftness from top to bottom!

"Shh-"

Half of the sword cut into the flesh, and Arondite got stuck in its cervical spine.

Blood smeared the blade, and a star-shaped rune suddenly lit up.

The wailing of the petrified chicken snake was deafening.

He frantically swung his body in an attempt to knock the parasite off his head.

In the next second, its amber pupils quickly reflected the overwhelming bloody tentacles.

Wrap around the body tightly and fix it in place!

The petrified cockatrice has a pair of shield-like wings crossed in front of its body, so the rear door is wide open, defenseless.

The injured griffin took the opportunity to launch a fierce revenge!

It slapped its hind legs and wings on the grass, and its body jumped five or six meters, like a golden carriage slamming into the back of Sinopec Chicken Snake.

The long beak and hooked claws crazily ripped through its scales, feathers, and skin!

Bring out a flamboyant rain of flesh and blood.

And the demon hunter standing on top of his head pulled out the sword of the lake girl.