God-level Demon Hunter

Silent night.

A quiet house surrounded by a wooden fence, the structure of the house is like a country classic - barn, shed, chicken coop, a garden and a compost heap.

There is also a charcoal kiln.

The woman comforted the black dog in the hospital yard, tiptoed into the side room, came out carrying a light sack, then knelt down towards the main house with a chimney, muttered a few words in her mouth, confessed , begging forgiveness, expressing determination...

She got up suddenly, neatly tied the ponytail under the hat into a bunch again, her thin lips were drawn into a line, and a trace of determination flashed across her delicate face.

She clenched her fists, controlled her hands, and took a deep breath.

"Let's go, master..."

Roy glanced at her, "Iggesena, don't you hate the old man at home? Say goodbye to him and repent."

"Although the old guy often beats and scolds me, it is my father who raised me after all," Iggesena said in a low voice, her eyes slightly flushed, "After a few years, he will realize the reality clearly and his anger will subside. Now, I might bring Cohen back to see him... Well, give him a pension!"

Are all women so duplicity?

Roy shook his head, and walked into the night with her, towards the beach, towards the dark silhouette of the Dragon Mountain Range.

……

Girls in the country are not as delicate as girls in the city.

The two walked from late at night to noon the next day. Dawn emerged from the horizon and rose to the center of the sky. Water vapor filled the body, and the cold wind blowing from the sea beat the cheeks like fine hailstones, bringing bursts of pain.

She said nothing, didn't even stop for a break.

At noon, the two arrived at the foot of Julong Mountain, near the ocean.

The huge and hazy mountain range is like a giant dragon lying on the top of the northern border, and the location on the far west coast is probably just a scale on top of its head, with a corner split outward.

Roy stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up with poor eyesight.

The white snow on the mountainside reflects light golden light under the sun, and a narrow stone road winds up along the snow slope.

And the higher mountains, hidden in the clouds and mist, appear and disappear from time to time.

Roy took out the map and looked at it carefully, wondering if he should ride Golfin and circle around to investigate.

And Iggesena walked to the side of the stone road, looked under a snow-covered pine tree, looked happy, and excitedly waved the sack around in a circle.

"Master Roy, we came at the right time! Cohen left a mark, which means he is still staying in the castle!"

"Well, this is the will of fate, let's go..."

The two quickly walked up the stone road. The snow on both sides of the road was like white silk and satin, dotted with rows of small footprints left by small animals from time to time, like embroidery on the silk and satin, which is very interesting .

But after admiring it for less than 10 minutes along the way, the witcher suddenly stopped and took off his sunglasses.

[-] meters high on the light ski slope.

A figure emerged from the clouds and quickly approached the two people below.

But his way down the mountain was unusual—he was sliding down a pair of sleds.

The two snowballs tap the ground lightly from time to time to keep his body balanced, or turn quickly, lightly bypass broken branches and gravel on the slope, and jump huge obstacles.

Make a series of graceful twists and turns.

Leaves a row of scratches extending straight across the snow.

His posture is smooth and free, with a sense of lightness, like a dolphin swimming at high speed with its dorsal fin sticking out of the sea.

"Shh-"

The skier made a sudden turn less than ten meters in front of the two, and the wooden sled pointing down the slope suddenly slammed sideways.

The thick snowflakes under the sled were shoveled into the air and splashed in all directions.

The man took off the sled attached to the boots and put it under the left armpit together with the pole clip, and walked towards the two of them.

Excited, Ignatius went up to meet him, hanging on him like a sloth.

The man circled around in his arms around her.

The slender calves are like skirts fluttering in the wind, drawing a playful circle against the ground.

The man took off his black mask, revealing a rather handsome face with pale complexion and tough features.

He has thick black hair, a short black beard on his chin, and a patch of acne scars left by the smallpox recovery on his cheeks and under his lips, but these scars did not make him too bad and unsightly. To some extent, it adds a rough masculinity.

He was tall, strong, and composed.Two bluish-blue sword hilts protruded from behind the shoulders.

On his face, after reuniting with his lover after a long absence, a bright smile that shines like the sun.

Roy's eyes became dark.

Cohen

Age: 48

Sex: Male

Identity: Demon Hunter of the Griffin School

Life: 160

Mana: 200

Attributes:

Power: 17

Agility: 16

Constitution: 16

Perception: 12

Will: 7

Charisma: 6

Spirit: 20

skill:

Demon Hunter Seal Lv8: Quinn, Axie, Arden, Igni, Alder, Heliotrope.

Columpu: Consume a small amount of magic power to break the magic illusion, or create an illusion of oneself near the body to confuse the enemy.

Griffon sect secret method Lv3: This stage only includes double spells - two hands coordinate to draw a spell, which is far more powerful than a single hand seal, and consumes more magic power.

Alchemy Lv8, Meditation Lv6, Griffon School Longsword Swordsmanship Lv7, Demon Hunter Sense Lv8

other?

……

Roy's pupils behind the sunglasses burst into light.

This was the first time he had seen a demon hunter whose spiritual attributes had reached the second level, and his meditation attainment was no less than that of the older Brotherhood members.

"The Griffin faction is definitely unique in terms of spells."

Of course, what concerned him the most was the seventh seal that Cohen had mastered... and the secret technique of the Griffin Sect.

He had a strong premonition that this visit would definitely be rewarding.

"Iggesena, why did you come to the mountains?" Cohen held the woman's hand in his arms in surprise, "Didn't we make an appointment to see you next week? Your father beat you?"

The woman pursed her lips hesitantly,

"Who is this friend?"

Cohen's intertwined pupils of white, yellow and green are a little weird, but his eyes are clear and friendly, which makes people feel good for no reason.

"Your Excellency is Cohen, the Griffin Demon Hunter? My name is Roy," the young man waved his right hand at him, "The Snake Demon Hunter, who is also a member of the Demon Hunter Brotherhood, came from Novigrad. Come... to explore the legendary holy land of the Griffin Sect, Kyle Siren, just to promote communication between the schools."

"Snake Pie, Brotherhood of Demon Hunters?" Cohen held the woman's hand, lowered his head and thought for a moment, then turned to the pendant around Roy's neck, "Forgive my ignorance, I have never seen a Snake Pie Demon Hunter. "

"That's normal. The base camp of the Snake Sect was originally in the southern part of the Nilfgaard Empire," Roy said frankly, "It has only moved to the north in the past year or so."

Cohen nodded, then asked,

"What kind of organization is the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters? It sounds... similar to the Brotherhood of Warlocks?"

"This question is a long story..." Roy looked over his shoulder, "What do you think of this? Let's find a place to sit down and talk slowly."

"I promise, there is no malice."

"Honey, Master Roy saved my life...so I brought him here." Ignacena chimed in, her voice and expression were extremely gentle, and she completely lost the aggressiveness she had when confronting the two villagers.

She recounted her previous experiences.

Cohen's face sank when he heard this, and anger ignited in his pupils, and then he let out a sigh of relief.

With sincere gratitude,

"Your Excellency Roy, thank you for everything you have done for Iggsena! It would be a disaster without your intervention!"

"I owe you a favor!"

He held out his hand to the witcher.

Roy shook him hard, smiled heartily,

"To be honest, anyone with a sense of justice will not sit idly by."

"Since I met her, I just helped her...you don't have to worry about it."

Cohen's pupils narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help nodding, with a hint of approval on his face.

"In that case, come with me, Your Excellency... The teacher is also at home, he will be very happy to see you."

……

Going along the winding mountain trails, the temperature plummeted.

The deeper you go into the mountains, the colder the climate becomes.The wind speed is not fast, but it is terribly cold, like a steel knife scraping the face, making the cheeks of passers-by flush with cold.

The couple, Iggesena and Cohen, were stuck together like magnets, keeping each other warm and biting their ears intimately.

Behind them, Roy put on the hood behind his head, stuffed Golfin Black Cat into the collar on his chest unwillingly, and gave it an order to roll over.

The fur frantically rubbed against his skin, and the witcher felt better.

The terrain is getting steeper.

There are snow slopes with a slope of nearly 75 degrees on both sides, leaving only a narrow and steep snow-covered stone road in the center.

The milky white rime hangs on the pine trees. From a distance, these opaque ice layers reflect colorful sunlight.

The view is gorgeous.

But the witcher had no desire to appreciate it.

After walking for half an hour without stopping, the terrain began to decline again, extending to the west coastline. Not long after, the three arrived at their destination.

The once majestic Kel Siren Fortress stood on the cliffs of the Povis coastline. Most of the buildings were deeply buried by snow and turned into a wide and flat ruin. It can barely be called a few low bungalows.

Even so, these rooms are also severely damaged, with signs of collapse and fragmentation everywhere, exposing mottled wall bricks.

Most of them are old blue-gray, and some are lighter in color, obviously artificially repaired later...

The roof is covered with a thick layer of snow, and there are crystal clear ice edges hanging from the eaves.

There is no doubt that living in it is definitely not a pleasure, and most people keep it at a distance.

"Welcome to Kyle Siren, Roy, don't be surprised by the humble place." Cohen finally let go of his girlfriend's hand, turned around and smiled at his fellow demon hunters, his face rippling with pride,

"Your Excellency, you are being humble. The Siren of Kyle can be regarded as a famous fortress. To demon hunters, it has an extraordinary meaning. Naturally, we can't just look at it from the outside."

"I'm interested in its history."

Roy stepped into this land, walked straight along the courtyard, and couldn't help but walk to the edge of the cliff, beside a towering stone monument in the ice and snow.

Traces of vicissitudes that have been baptized by the years can be seen everywhere on the stone tablet, but it is not covered with any ice and snow, and "Kel Siren" and a date are written in the ancient language.

"1029 Soul Moon"

It has been more than 230 years ago.

He overlooked the rear through the stone tablet. The sea water below 20 meters was rippling with violent and weird eddies, and the huge waves were constantly hitting the coastal reefs.It seemed to be on the verge of falling, faintly making people dizzy.

At the same time, the pendant around the neck buzzed again.