God-level Demon Hunter

She enjoys the moment.

The sorceress wrapped her index finger around the hair around her neck, trying her best to stop the joyful trembling brought about by the witcher's touch, and her original excitement subsided slightly.

She thought of those white rose knights who were seriously injured by high-level vampires, and she didn't know what they were doing now.

Have you received timely medical treatment?

She recounted her experience tonight, and then looked at the witcher with bright eyes,

"Roy, you killed that high-level vampire, right? How did you do it, and what is that big octopus?"

"Actually, when I fought with that guy just now, I found that it was seriously injured, so I took advantage of it... Big octopus? It should be an illusion created by it to scare me." Roy spoke nonsense solemnly without changing his face.

The sorceress looked surprised. The high-level vampire was seriously injured?

How can it be?

She personally witnessed that guy's terrifying fighting power, not to mention his resistance to spells... a dozen White Rose knights were as vulnerable as paper in front of it.

It hummed happily while preparing the seasoning, how could it be injured?

She wanted to read the mind of the witcher, but she was worried about offending the savior.

Roy noticed her expression and added, "Actually, there are other reasons...a well-known alchemist Kalkstein generously sponsored me...he entrusted me to track down and kill this high-level vampire , and supported me with a large number of enchanted equipment, such as the new alchemy bomb he recently researched...even the flying dragon will be killed."

"That hit it hard."

Kalkstein, this is the end of the matter, don't blame me for dragging you into the water...

There was a dazed expression on the sorceress's face. Of course she had heard of that famous alchemist.

As expected of him, he actually took the initiative to find trouble with high-level vampires that ordinary people can't avoid.

"Ms. Triss, I have a heartfelt request..." Roy said suddenly, looking at her eagerly.

Here it comes again, that feeling comes again.

Merigold experienced that excitement again, his palms were sweating, his breathing was rapid... his heart was pounding, and the blush on his cheeks could no longer be concealed.

She was full of tension and anticipation.

If the savior makes some kind of unreasonable request, should I agree to it or not?

She couldn't help but tighten her legs and tense her cheeks.

Under the amber patterned leather jacket, the chest trembled.

Roy noticed her abnormality and shook his head secretly. This lady must have suffered an injury.

"I want to ask you to keep it secret for me," he turned around and solemnly begged, "Don't let this matter out! You should know that if this high-level companion finds out that I killed it, he will definitely seek revenge on me .”

"I, and Master Kalkstein, don't want to be missed by a group of vampires."

"Ah?!" Triss trembled all over, her red lips parted slightly, and she lowered her head in discouragement, "I, I can swear to the goddess of magic, I will keep this secret for you... otherwise I will become an ugly monster!"

"Grateful……"

"No, Roy, I should be grateful to you..." The sorceress pressed the heart-shaped pendant on her neck with one hand, her face turned pale, and she said with lingering fear, "You saved my life from the clutches of that blood-drinking monster, otherwise I've become a pile of bones."

"So, I owe you my life..." Triss Che Yaju stared straight at the witcher with her blushing face, moist eyes, slightly pouty lips, charming and charming, "What should I do?" Repay you?"

Come back to Nuocheng with me and help me improve the grass potion.

Roy said it in his heart, but he refused, "I just accepted the guidance of fate, just in time... that's all. Fate will give me a gift, not you."

"Your Excellency, don't you think that the life of a warlock is not worth a thank you?" Triss said with a bit of dissatisfaction in her tone. With both hands, she left the stone bed. Her body seemed to have not recovered, and she staggered towards the hunter. devil.

A scent of roses blew over, but it was not as strong as coral.

Fresher and more invigorating.

"That's not what I meant...your life is very important." Roy pretended to shake his head helplessly, "Okay, thank you...let me think about it, okay?"

"Think slowly, consider carefully...money, alchemy materials, other requirements, as long as I can do it..." Triss swayed slightly over his body, looking around the hall, but Just look at the bloodstains all over the place.

A pair of eyes flicker.

"Where is the corpse of the high-ranking vampire?"

Roy walked to her left and stood side by side, her hair on her shoulders was redder than coral.

"After it died, it turned into a pool of blood and disappeared completely."

In fact, the soulless humanoid shell had already been put into the coffin that Kalkstein handed over to him by Roy, and then put into the trophy package.

as entrusted items.

Roy also took advantage of the opportunity to collect the second ingredient of the "hardening elixir" - high-absorbing blood essence.

Now it is still short of the blood essence of the giant dragon. Once the three ingredients are complete, you can start refining the elixir and evolve the blood of the ancients.

Triss frowned and turned her head suspiciously, "But I heard that high-level vampires are immortal, so it's so easy to—"

Her voice came to an abrupt end, and she and the witcher were so close that with a hasty turn, her soft chest touched his...and her forehead touched his mouth.

It's like, take the initiative to send it up and let him kiss it lightly.

Triss Merigold lost her temper for the second time today.

Triss, you are doomed, you yearning spinster!

Throwing in her arms again, and taking the initiative to "offer a kiss"...

"Triss, where does it hurt?" The witcher whispered in his ears, and he held her limp arm.

The sorceress was in a daze, she didn't know why she did this, but she did it, she fell into the arms of the witcher, and looked at him apologetically, her eyes were watery, her voice was weak, "I'm sorry... I, I seem to have hurt my foot."

The tip of her nose trembled slightly, fulfilling her wish to relive the familiar breath.

The witcher glanced suspiciously at her state,

Health: 78/80 (Health)

Ok?

"Then I'll support you." The tip of the witcher's nose pretended to brush over the lady's face and hair unintentionally. Suddenly, he smelled a familiar smell - Man who had a good meal in the coral laboratory. Della grass.

A drug used to enhance the fun between lovers, the effect is powerful - high-ranking vampires grind this thing into powder and mix it with cooking spices, apply it on the face of the sorceress, and inhale it into her body.

This time, Roy found the root of the woman's anomaly, but he didn't say anything.

He pretended to be ignorant, with one arm around her shoulder and the other on her left elbow.

The two of them were very close, crossed Grufid's condiment table filled with various spices, and the braziers on both sides, and walked slowly to the other side of the cave.

They saw several human remains, a grill and an iron pot, and a linen bag, which was all Gruffett's property.

During the short ten-meter journey, Triss's heart was filled with an inexplicable emotion. She seemed to have used too much anesthetic powder, and a stream of electricity passed through his hand and continued to flow through his body.

She was intoxicated by it and couldn't help it.

The long-lost feelings rose up, and she was eager to use some kind of action to fill the gaps and dry hearts of many years.

She lowered her head and saw the pale blue moss on the ground.

She suddenly had a bold and crazy idea, Moss...

Facing the people around her, she tiptoed, raised her chin, and clumsily tried to trace the source of the breath.

Come, in a moonlit cave, with a bed of moss...

Take the night as the quilt.

Roy clapped his hands suddenly, and the loud applause instantly interrupted her beautiful reverie.

He helped the sorceress to sit on the spice table involuntarily.

Leaving her behind, the witcher quickly stepped forward to untie the linen bag, took out a small leather book, and muttered, "You actually write a diary, this vampire is not serious at all."

He turned and glanced at the woman.

"Triss, to be honest, if you don't want some medicine, your face is so red, I'm afraid it's because of the night wind blowing for half the night that you caught a cold."

The female sorceress sat on the stone platform with her head lowered, her smooth red hair covered most of her face, and she couldn't see any expression.

"No, I don't drink medicine, you read it to me."

She rubbed her hot cheeks, her voice full of shame and loss.

"Cough, cough..." The witcher cleared his throat, and opened the brown sheepskin handbook, on which was written a row of Nilfgaardian——

The Diary of the North Migration by Mocha Apple Grufffeld

……

April 1262

damn it!

damn it!

As the most advanced creature in this world, the existence at the top of the food chain, I, the great Grufid, am actually controlled by others.

Hiding in a down-and-out noble family, pretending to be an unknown rat, sucking the stinky blood of an old man with half his foot in the ground carefully every day.

And all of this is thanks to that lord!

Don't let your hands, control your appetite...

Do you want me to suffer alive? !

I've had enough of these humiliations, I decided to stay away from the south and follow the Nilfgaardian army to the north... As long as I leave that old guy's territory, he can no longer control me.

Everything went well... I became a pawn in the Central Army.

I'm about to go to war, to feast on a devastated battlefield.

……

April 1262

The Central Army has joined the Alba Division, Desven Division, and Ad Fein Division of the Third Army under the Amer Mountains.

It has been stationed for more than two months now.

Daily training training, morning till night!

"In step! In the same direction! Keep the queue tight! Act as a group!"

"prick!"

"prick!"

Swinging the spear made me angry, and I had to suppress my physical fitness to the level of ordinary people!

It was torture.

The only consolation, I have to admit, the food in the army is pretty good. Emperor Emhyr is ambitious about this war, he didn’t treat the soldiers badly at all, and he can enjoy meat every day: pork, venison... If it was an ordinary person, it would be a long time ago. Thanks Dade!

But I am a great race, not only do I eat meat, I also drink blood!

I can't wait for the war to come, I can't bear to live without "good wine".

I'm going crazy!

I tore out the carotid arteries of two fellow soldiers and sucked them dry.

These two perverts actually tried to rape me, a male, but they made a huge mistake - I never play with food.

I took advantage of the darkness to flap my wings, flew away from Mount Amer, entered Sodden on the south bank of the Yaruga River, and became a deserter!

Haha!

It is said that the blood of the northerners is not as dry as that of the south...there is no terrifying elder oppression in the north, let me try it out!

……

April 1262

I spent two months on several farms in Soden.

I released the nature that had been suppressed for hundreds of years, slaughtered and drank blood, and thus came to a conclusion——pure boys and girls, and the blood that contains magic power is the sweetest.

If you add a little fear as yeast, it will make perfect, the most delicious wine in the world.

Every time I taste it, the world feels so much better, and I realize more and more that 200 years of Vicovalo is wasted time.

At that time, I was like a maggot sitting at the bottom of a cesspit, waiting for humans to feed on the foul-smelling feces.