God-level Demon Hunter

Just thinking about it makes my blood boil.

He seems to have the potential of a turret mage plus a shooter, but it doesn't last long. If he throws about twenty fireballs, electric shocks or stun arrows, his mana will be exhausted.

He is not like the real source of law, who continuously draws chaotic energy from the air until his body can no longer withstand the backlash of magic power.

But he also has the advantage that his spell attacks don't require complex incantations and gestures.

Just roar and push out the seal.The frequency of his use of spells is far higher than that of ordinary warlocks, which can be called a series of bombardments like a blast and lightning!

……

The mind sank into the last seal.

Arden Halo (mutation): Centering on the self, summon a circular halo of restraint with a radius of three meters, which lasts for 5 minutes.

The halo reduces the speed and reaction of entering the enemy, and it is extremely restrained to the blurred and teleporting monsters. The halo will move with you.

After flapping the wings, the deceleration effect, range and duration of the halo will be doubled.

……

"Well, although it's not as good as Master Keldar's invisible chain, the magic circle is no longer rigidly parked in a fixed place." Roy thought for a while, with this halo, the demon spirit who was close to him would not want to disappear.

At that time, I will be stepping on the halo of Arden under my feet and carrying the tentacles of "suppression" on my shoulders.

Both take effect at the same time, which is equivalent to applying double negative effects to the enemy.

The opponent's movements were slowed down, and he was immobilized when he moved a few times. Just thinking about it made him vomit blood.

……

So far, all seven demon hunter seals have mutated.

The degree of improvement was beyond Roy's imagination.

The key is that he initially conceived of two combat systems.

Long-range Copland · mirror attack, detonate the frozen shock to limit the target, and then connect with stun arrows, electric shock paralysis, and fireball explosion.

If you are close, you can quickly resolve the battle with "Suppression" combined with "Yarden Halo" to deal with consumption, or "Shock" with "Gluttony" Sword Qi Slash.

……

In this era, in this world, apart from Grandmaster Elan, who doesn't know his life or death, he is probably the only one who has reached this level.

Roy looked at the last skill obtained from a month of penance.

Griffin secret method Lv5: At this stage, you have mastered the variation of the seal and the flapping of the wings of the seal.

……

The three major secrets are now only two seals away.

But if he drew the seal with his hands, he couldn't use the long sword and hand crossbow.

As a witcher, you still have to be a bit of a witcher.

Melee and long-range, switch at will!

Roy is not in a hurry to learn the double seal.

And retreat for a month, the time has come to mid-August 1262, he should continue to the next step.

Chapter No.16 Geralt's Transformation

After a heavy rain, the sky is blue.

The sun hangs on the blue sky, and the crystal sunlight penetrates the moist water vapor, refracting layered and interlaced colorful arcs.

In the sky above Gawain's House, a hazy and magnificent rainbow bridge quietly opened.

It spans the entire orphanage, setting off the small and exquisite wooden houses surrounded by red sun bushes, like dream buildings in a fairy tale country.

Another beautiful and peaceful morning.

A group of students in the classroom followed Kayan in reciting a sonnet about the witcher that Dandelion had just composed before he left.

In the blacksmith's shop, Vesemir gave orders to a few blacksmith apprentices in miniature aprons and cotton gloves, whose little faces were illuminated by the fire from the furnace. scissors and hoe.

In the alchemy room, Lei Suo is watching Vicky's three apprentices refining the evergreen "energy potion" in the pharmacy. The three children are not very old, but they have independently refined more than ten kinds of routines such as calendula potion and energy potion. Medicine, although the quality of medicine is not high.

Outside the wooden fence, in front of several scarecrows with their backs facing the alder forest and wearing sack clothes, Serrit pointed three farming and hunting apprentices to practice shooting with short wooden bows.

Oakes had been by his side in the past.

But at the moment that guy accompanied Dandelion to Toussaint and hasn't returned yet.

It is worth mentioning that Roy has handed over 2 kroner deposits to Serrit, and he also takes care of the income from the pharmacy and dance hall.

Because Roy was often out on business, the brotherhood was the most shrewd, and Serrit, who was good at arithmetic, inherited the treasurer.

……

Beside the stables of the Gawain House, a shiny brown stallion grinned, revealing a row of big white teeth, and made a strange puffing sound. , and black leather apron with arms arched.

The horse's long pointed ears stood up high, and the roots of the ears shook vigorously from time to time, like buoys rippling with the water.

"Okay, Wilt...I know I've left you out in the cold recently, and I shouldn't have left you to those naughty brats...I'm not adding a meal for you, but giving you a massage by the way." Roy patted softly Wilt put a wooden bucket filled with carrots, alfalfa, and green corn by the sink, and while it was eating, brushed its back with a soft brush, pulling out rows of white foam.

Wilt took a bite of the carrot, snorted cheerfully, then put his wet nose on the witcher's face and breathed out,

"Are you forgiving me? Forgiving good boy... Are you comfortable? Just call out if you are comfortable."

"puff……"

Roy patted Wilt's neck and scrubbed more professionally and diligently.

……

Rita Need stood under the elm tree beside the stable, staring at this scene with a smile, her light black lace dress and flaming hair fluttered slightly in the breeze,

"You raise both horses and griffins, you should really be a druid, not a witcher."

She rubbed the little head of Golfin Huamao in her arms, Golfin let out an aggrieved "meow" and was immediately buried in the deep ditch.

"Maybe, I will learn how to tame animals in the future..." Roy glanced meaningfully at the sorceress's delicate body, "I heard that druids study the way of nature deeply, and some aspects are not the same. inferior to wild animals."

The female sorceress raised her pointed chin, bit her rosy lower lip and said provocatively, "Now, at this moment, do you need me to open a portal for you to go to Caide Du to find the Druid Ring? Ask you to ask for advice, and surprise me again when you come back?!"

"Well, I have to wait until I get back from this trip." Roy turned around, and in the corner of the yard, Geralt, dressed in a mighty bear robe, walked straight towards them with two swords on his back.

"Those boys made you angry again?" Roy glanced behind him with a half-smile. Four reserve demon hunter apprentices were scrambling to avoid the double pendulum that drew an arc under two weeping willows.

"With Karl pushing ahead... these brats feel much more sensible." Geralt shook his head, glanced at the two of them, and teased, "Is it convenient to talk now? Does it affect your flirting? Scolding?"

Roy raised his eyebrows, took off his leather apron and put it on the fence of the stables, "Sire Geralt of Rivia, when did you become so joking?"

"I was born this way! Well... recently that bastard Escal found a woman with long horns, he always likes to show off in front of me, and Lambert also leaves early and returns late, with a happy face, it is absolutely impossible to just do it for me Gawain and the sheriff's subordinates are swordsmanship instructors, so they must have hooked up with some good women. I probably have a little bit of rejection." Geralt shook his head, his tone slightly sad.

I think you have lost the moisture of a woman, and you are getting angry!

Roy thought to himself.

Livia's Piledriver had been honest for a long time after joining the fraternity, at least Roy didn't see him goofing around and unleashing his charm that had nowhere to rest.

So now the entire wolf faction, the old man, Lambert, and Escal have all found a girlfriend, leaving Geralt alone.

Poor indeed.

Roy suddenly glanced at the woman next to him, and Rita Nieder gave him a gentle smile despite being surprised.

Geralt's eyelids twitched and he took a deep breath.

"White Wolf, why don't you just make fun of me? Tell me straight, what trouble did you encounter?"

Roy crossed his arms, and the sorceress quietly walked up to him, wrapping her arms around his.

Golfin seized the opportunity to escape from the deep ditch that suffocated him, and climbed onto his master's head, meowing and screaming. His fat face was buried in his newly grown black hair, revealing a pair of amber pupils, timid. She looked timidly at the fierce sorceress.

Facing each other, Geralt's face flashed a look of confusion, he was silent for two seconds, then he took a breath and said.

"Dude... You mentioned the future prophecy to me in Kaer Morhen last time. Regarding the ending of Cintra, if I remember correctly, it will not be far from the time when you foresee the large-scale invasion of Nilfgaard. .”

There was a hint of worry in his low, magnetic voice.

Once the war starts, the White Wolf's daughter of destiny, Princess Ciri who currently lives in Sintra, will definitely be affected.

Geralt had to worry about her.

"It is now mid-August 1262, and there is less than a year left. To be precise, in July 8 next year," Roy suppressed his smile and his voice became heavy, "the Nilfgaardian army will suddenly cross Ame Go to the Erlen Mountains, enter Yrenwald, and invade Sintra!"

The First Northern War has officially begun!

"At that time, the vast area on the south bank of the Yaruga River, between Mount Almer and Sintra, will inevitably be a thousand miles away, and people will be devastated."

The female sorceress on the side was lost for a moment.

According to Roy's previous prophecy, she died in the Battle of Soden Mountain triggered by the Nilfgaardian invasion.

But everything has changed.

She clings tighter like water.

Roy continued, "The current situation is obvious. King Ester Tursek and Queen Calanthe of Sintra have noticed the abnormal movement in Nilfgaard. The Southern Empire is on the side of the Amer Mountains. Set up the army quietly."

"As you said, even if I'm not in Sintra, I have inquired about some news in private. Recently, the royal family of Sintra has invited envoys from many countries to discuss countermeasures," Geralt said with a serious face, "According to what I know We know Verdon, Kerak, Cidaris, Brugge, Skellige... Leiria and Livia... and so on."

This group of people also included Archduke Raymond of Toussaint, the ruler of the "Fairy Tale Kingdom" who left his wife, Anna Henrietta, and went to Sintra alone for a meeting. Dandelion can take advantage of it.

"The situation is not optimistic," Geralt said.

"But the meeting was basically fruitless..." Roy patted Wilt's neck with a sigh, and Golfin immediately jumped on his old friend's back along his hand, squatted on its forehead, and shook it once and for all Tail.

"According to the future picture I have spied, Cintra will eventually face Nilfgaard's black cavalry alone."

"All the northern kingdoms are unaware of the seriousness of the problem." Roy shook his head. "They are all betting that the soldiers of the Nilfgaardian army are a group of weak and incompetent mobs who will fall when the wind blows..."

"Niflgaard appears to be unable to break through Cintra's defenses at all."

"Actually?" Geralt was now more and more certain that the Brotherhood seer was telling the truth.

"It can be said to be quite the opposite... The northern forces were careless and underestimated the combat power and quantity of the invader army... Sintra collapsed in an instant in front of the Nilfgaardian cavalry."

There was an uncomfortable silence in the stable.

Even Wilt, who was chewing alfalfa, felt the strange atmosphere, sticking out his tongue and licking his master's face in comfort.

Golfin stood on the long star spots on the horse's face, stretched out his meaty claws to caress his master's short-cut head.

……

The three people present, in a sense, belong to the so-called northerners.

Even though Geralt has always adhered to the principle of neutrality and has never been involved in any war.But he instinctively hates war, especially unjust invasion wars.

The scholar-type mage Rita Nead also dislikes war, which means that spellcasters will also be coerced by the general situation and have to use spells to kill.

"Geralt, there is no doubt that there is nothing we can do about it..." Roy shook his head regretfully, "The Witcher Brotherhood has only a dozen members, and it is impossible to change a war. If you intervene by force, you can only be crushed Shattered to pieces."

"You have misunderstood. I am just an ordinary demon hunter, and I am not capable of saving everyone. I don't want my brothers to die. But I have to try, at least to ensure Ciri's safety..." Geralt pondered Dao, he was not such an active person originally, but now that he has made the biggest change in his life - joining the Brotherhood of Witchers.

He logically wanted to make more changes.

"We have to go to Sintra, visit Queen Calanthe, and give them a piece of advice, regardless of the outcome."

Geralt had a determined expression on his face, and his white hair was tied back in a ponytail. "We need to see Ciri!"

"If it's possible..." Geralt's dark cat eyes looked at the alder forest. He seemed to see a picture. The war broke out, Sintra was reduced to hell on earth, and poor little Ciri was displaced and suffered a lot. Misery and torture.

He said in a daze, "We'll take Xili back to Nuocheng!"

"She lives with other orphans, she is the child of the witcher!"

"Although it is not as good as the life of rich clothes and good food in the past."

His voice was like mist on the water at the beginning, hazy and erratic, and finally became as hard as steel!

"But it's better than being a subjugated princess!"

Roy was stunned for a moment, and a surge of relief suddenly surged in his heart. His admonition was not in vain.

If it were the former Geralt who was content with the status quo and passively waiting for the "will of fate", he would definitely not have said such a thing.

The Witcher Brotherhood is also subtly affecting every member.

"It's rare, White Wolf, you've been brewing this idea for a while, right?" Roy said in agreement.