God-level Demon Hunter

With the help of a lunatic alchemist, capture a high-level vampire who killed innocent people indiscriminately.

A strong impulse surged in Roy's heart, and he also wanted to try to see how far he was.

He looked at Kalkstein, frowning like a sword,

"I can't guarantee it, I can only try my best! And I will give priority to saving my life!"

"We have to sign a fair and just magic agreement! The alchemy equipment you provide me must also be used as a reward, and no matter the result of the attempt!"

Kalkstein's face showed a tinge of pain, he gritted his teeth suddenly, his facial features were distorted, his eyes were greedy, "deal!"

Chapter 19 Investigation and Triss

Outskirts of Vizima.

The morning mist covered the clear sky with a layer of gauze, and outside the lush grass, a small stream flowed cheerfully.

After the sound of gurgling water, a verdant birch forest attracted the attention of the witcher.

"Well, this is the scene of the latest crime."

The witcher said to the crow on his left shoulder, "Maybe there are some clues left there?"

"Quack..." Gorfin Crow pecked his arm approvingly, and Roy patted its little head, "Keep an eye on it for me."

"Crack!" The crow fluttered its wings and flew high, and quickly landed on the crown of a birch tree. Its dark pupils looked around vigilantly, jumping from one branch to another from time to time.

Like a lively little detective.

Roy straightened the ribbon of the gray cloak wrapped around his chest, crossed the grass and the stream, his pupils glowed like a beast in the middle of the night, and in front of his eyes appeared strips of things floating in the air, buried in the grass, or sticky , or a light ribbon.

Mixed with blood, body fluids, excrement, dense footprints of humans and animals... red, green, gray, floating in various colors.

It's like splashing a vat of colorful dyes on a canvas with emerald green as the background color.

"There is no aura of high-level vampires... This is also normal, it comes and goes like the wind, and ordinary people can't do anything about it."

The witcher squatted down, and carefully parted a clump of tender grass with his hands, revealing a uniformly distributed, dark brown dot-shaped bloodstain. He moved his nose.

"The blood of the young man...is consistent with what Kalkstein described...not more than 20 years old. When he came here to collect the fish basket, he was attacked, and the blood was splattered...he had ruptured arteries at this position." Roy Going to the next part closer to the woods, where the silk ribbon is thicker, I found the second, third... and fifth splattered bloodstains when I lifted the grass.

Different from throwing and dripping bloodstains, splatters are usually the first splash of blood from the wound.

In other words, the murderer injured him in several different places.

"If the assailant is a low-level vampire driven by instinct, the first attack will paralyze this poor man, and the second attack will tear him into pieces. With a maximum of two breaths, the battle can be ended. This bloodstain distribution."

Roy rubbed his chin and looked around the entire grassland... There was a melodious and long chirping of cicadas in the birch forest, and the green branches and vines beckoned to him as the breeze blew.

An idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

"'It' is deliberately torturing the prey...making the prey constantly injured and screaming in fear...but the blood obtained in this way does not meet the taste of ordinary high-level vampires."

Roy browsed a book about vampires in Kaer Morhen, "Human Village: The Establishment and Growth of Crowds".

According to the book, humans secrete excessive dethyroxine and cortisol when they are afraid, which will cause the blood to taste bad.

Dislikes most high-ranking vampires.

So why does it do this?

Roy frowned, having no idea for the time being.

In addition, most of the traces at the scene have been cleaned up by villagers, investigators, and wild beasts in the woods, or they have been confused.

……

According to the information disclosed by Kalkstein, that high-level vampire committed five murders within a month, all located in remote and uninhabited places outside Vizima.

The next crime scene was also in the wilderness a few miles away from the village... Roy took Golfin to the sky to explore the way, and the other to run on the ground, and soon arrived at the destination - a place full of peach trees. Jinniang's hillside.

The wind caressed gently, and the green leaves all over the mountains trembled.

Roy turned on the witcher's senses and searched the bushes.

Not surprisingly, there were no traces left by high-ranking vampires.

Similar to the first place, there are surprisingly many splattered bloodstains.

Before dying, the prey was teased and tortured by the hunter.

And the smell of blood—"A girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, as delicate as a flower, with picky taste."

"One can be said to be a coincidence, and twice, the murderer did it deliberately..." Roy picked two purple-black twigs from the heavy branches of the myrtle, threw one into his mouth, and threw the other into the air .

"Gua—" Amidst the resounding cry, a black shadow flew past like lightning.

Golfing landed on the beech branch with a berry in his mouth, raised his long beak, and swallowed the fruit with a visible gulp around his neck.

"Whether there is such a possibility, it is a psychopath... It kills not just for food, it gets pleasure from torture and killing."

Roy took a deep breath, and couldn't help but feel that the air was a few degrees colder.

A high-level vampire, with strength and lifespan far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Although there are some individuals who abide by the rules of human society, such as Francis, the coroner whom the Queen of the Night and Roy have met several times.

But in fact, most high-level vampires only regard humans as a low-level animal, their source of food, and slaves they can laugh at and play with at will.

They look down on humans.

Therefore, the schools of raising human beings such as the cage-raising school, the mountain-free school, and the humanistic care school were born.

……

Just like some human beings, they hunt wild boars, wolves, deer and other wild animals for fun.

Correspondingly, some high-level vampires also seek pleasure by torturing humans.

However, in the last century, most high-level vampires have disappeared.It lurks more secretly in mountains, wilderness, deep caves, or in human society.

Their ability to disguise themselves as humans is comparable to doppelgangers.

Under normal conditions, the badges of demon hunters cannot detect their magic power fluctuations.

In the north, however, such blatant and provocative hunting behaviors have not occurred for a long time.

Roy personally guessed that this had something to do with some kind of order from their leader, Elder Shadow.

……

"So this high-ranking officer on the outskirts of Vizima is an unruly lunatic, an intruder..." The demon hunter stood at the top of the hillside, looking over the mountains full of myrtle, beech, green grass, and far away. The sparse village, the more he thought about it, the more likely it was, "The Queen of the Night was so angry that she didn't even communicate with her. She went directly to Kalkstein to buy 'black blood' to deal with this arrogant high-level vampire!"

"Maybe I should try my best to deal with it directly instead of handing it over to Kalkstein." He lowered his head and thought, but suddenly noticed an abnormality under his feet.

"Hmm... what is this thing?"

The demon hunter's eyes were fixed, and he squatted down against the root of a beech tree, holding a small and exquisite mushroom in his hands.

Fingernail size, bright red canopy, white stipe.

Referred to as "red umbrella umbrella, white pole pole."

Roy's eyes became dark.

"The fluorescent mushrooms in the cave..." he thought, as common sense, this type of mushroom should not exist near this hillside.

But it is not ruled out that it is carried nearby by wild beasts in the mountain.

He whistled loudly, and Golfin immediately circled around the hillside.

No caves were found.

Roy secretly paid attention.

……

Half an hour later, the witcher crossed the grass, meandering streams, and small bumps one after another, and was close to the third of the five crime scenes—a sycamore tree with luxuriant branches and full of nuts, surrounded by forests. in the open space.

However, he was still more than 100 meters away from the destination, and he stopped suddenly, squatting and hiding in a clump of redbuds.

As if nothing had happened, Golfin Crow landed on a branch in front of him, cleaned his feathers, and quietly looked at the crowd below.

There are six people in the sycamore forest, five of them are dressed in bright silver white steel armor, scarlet cloaks, a white rose emblem on their left shoulders, and long swords on their waists.

Tall and strong, they should be knights of the White Rose Knights of Vizima. They are surrounding the entire forest, digging three feet to search.

And in front of them, there was another woman in the center.

She was wearing an easy-to-move hunting suit - an amber tight leather jacket embroidered with intricate patterns, decorated with a blue waistcoat and red-brown middle finger sleeves, with a slight slit on the chest, revealing a touch of delicate skin.

Coupled with slim-fit trousers and shallow-root deerskin boots, the figure is supported.

Her looks are also outstanding.

Red-brown fluffy long hair tied behind her head, blue eyes like cornflowers, slightly raised nose, a few freckles dotted on her cheeks, and a beauty mole at the corner of her mouth.

The azure heart-shaped pendant inlaid with silver and diamonds on her chest swayed slightly as she turned her head.

Look playful and sexy.

Triss Merigold

Age: 41

Gender: Female

Status: Warlock, Royal Advisor to Temeria

……

"Why did Triss come to this muddy water?" Roy, who was hiding in the bushes, rubbed his chin. "The five murders in the suburbs have attracted the attention of the upper class in Vizima?"

"Yes, that's what Adda asked me to do in the first place!" He mused,

"This royal advisor is assisting the Knights of the White Rose in tracking down the murderer."

Triss, Triss, you have no idea what terrible thing you are facing.

"Anyway, she counts me as a unilateral old acquaintance. If you can help, by the way..." Roy remembered another thing. Triss, like Coral, was also a victim of the Battle of Sodden Mountain. Although she survived the battlefield tenaciously, her body and mind suffered heavy injuries.

It didn't heal for many years.

"Find a chance to remind her? But she's not coral, she can't spoil me, she won't believe my tricks... I'll do that when the time comes."

The goals of the White Rose Knights and the Demon Hunters do not conflict.But Roy tried not to expose his actions against high-level vampires.

Who knows if that bastard will have other companions, who will come to settle accounts with him in the future.

……

In the sycamore forest.

Fritz, with a few pimples on his face, looked at the high sun, his cheeks wrinkled like a bitter gourd, and his left hand was vainly blocking the sun—the glare of the sun made him dizzy and his stomach bloated.

He rubbed his stomach embarrassingly.

Immediately afterwards, a continuous gurgling bowel sound made his face flush.

Especially when that gorgeous lady looked over here.

Oh, my god, making a fool of myself in front of a lady as beautiful as a fairy, the lover of my dreams, is it God's punishment for my greedy mouth? !

"Hey, why did you want to eat that steak last night?!"

He wished he could dig a crack in the ground and get in.

"Fritz, if you really can't stand it, go and solve your personal problems first!" The leading Cleveland Cavaliers smiled at him gently, and patted his shoulder with a thick and powerful palm, "Let's watch this side."

"Everyone has such a day, for the sake of Bai Qiangwei's honor, be careful!"

"Go, Fritz!"

"Why are you so shy, a big man?!"

"I'll choose a tree for you? Just go straight!"

A group of colleagues immediately responded with a kind "laugh".

"Oh, thank you, boss!"

The sorceress' eyes were like thorns on her back.

The young White Rose Knight hurriedly clutched his stomach, and rushed into the woods at a speed of [-] meters.

Before the volcano in the body was about to erupt, I found a big tree and squatted down!