God-level Demon Hunter

"Your Excellency Mossak, I've always been curious, how many druids are there left in this world?"

"I don't know the exact number. After all, the number of church members in each gathering place has been changing. The bones have returned to nature, or their whereabouts are unknown. But there are still more than two hundred." The druid's deep gaze turned to his eyes, It seems to want to see through his inner thoughts, but consistent with previous attempts, it still fails, "Why are you interested in this kind of question?"

He said half jokingly, half seriously,

"Is it possible that your Excellency wants to give up the way of the demon hunter and switch to the natural sect? Speaking of which, there has never been a precedent for a witcher to switch to the way of the druid. The magical aura in your body is quite active, and you may have a little talent. If you don’t give it a try, I’m willing to be your mentor.”

"Thank you for your favor, but I am purely out of curiosity..." Roy shook his head. "I am still working hard to become a qualified demon hunter. I will consider other fields after I have learned something in the way of mutation."

"I don't agree with some of the druid's ideas." Roy paused, "I am willing to live in harmony with nature, but I don't want to devote my whole life to the way of nature and serve it like an ascetic , subject to its constraints."

"I have other ideals and goals, which cannot reach such a high level of cognition as yours."

"Okay, boy, forget it if you don't want to, don't flatter me." Mossak glanced at him and asked, "Since you don't intend to become a druid, you don't need that thing, right?"

"You mean this thing?" Roy spread out his palm, and in his palm lay a gem as bright as blood. It was faintly visible that there was a black smoke rampaging in the crystal wall, but he still couldn't get out of the cage. .

"What's in it--soul?" Mossack's hand stroking his beard suddenly trembled, his eyes widened, and he lost his composure in a rare way. An extremely familiar breath lingered in front of him, as if he saw the Skelliger Islands Iggy, an old friend of the Ring of Druids.

But there is another trace of strangeness.

"Where did you find it?"

Roy smiled lightly and closed his palms again,

"Be patient, master, you can answer me one more question, how many Druid rings are there in the north?"

Mossack raised his brows, recalled for a moment, and sighed, "In recent centuries, human society has grown rapidly, occupying more and more living spaces belonging to animals and plants, the natural environment is getting worse, and the virgin forests are declining day by day. , the living environment of Druids has been compressed extremely rapidly, and now there are only six places left... in Skellige, Cade Dou in Anglin, and the giant oak tree Berthikhris..."

Roy was slightly disappointed, "Is there a druid ring in Velen, no man's land?"

"As far as this old man knows... no druid has gone there in recent decades." Mossak looked at the dark sky above the courtyard and the rain falling into the garden, his eyes flashed memories, "But I heard Some old-timers said that centuries ago, there was an ancient druid circle in Velen, and its members guarded the forests and swamps of Velen, maintaining the natural and ecological balance."

"But later, some kind of huge change happened in that land. Naturally, it kept pouring out its anger. The land was filled with human negative emotions and all kinds of poison."

"No druid can survive and practice in that kind of place, and the ring of druid no longer exists."

"Whelen became truly No Man's Land."

……

These remarks do overlap with the truth that Kungulan, the tree heart of the whispering hills, told Roy.

He considered for a moment,

"Then master, I'm sorry to ask... Are all druids human? I mean ancient races such as dwarves, elves, and halflings."

When he and his fellow Snake Sect held the tree heart liberation ceremony, the remains dug out from the tomb looked like a lizard instead of a human, and he had to figure out why.

"Huh?" Mossak's thick and thick eyebrows twitched, and a look of surprise flashed across his rough cheeks, "Where did you hear some rumors?"

"Let me tell you this...the intelligent creatures in the world are not only humans, there are many creatures, even the monsters in your demon hunter population-the knocker, the forest god, the deer head spirit...they are inherently stronger than humans. Closer to nature, if instructed by a powerful and wise sage, it is indeed possible to step into the way of druids."

"However, in today's era, the conflict between monsters and humans is becoming more and more serious. Most creatures lose themselves in the desire for revenge and killing, and can no longer integrate into nature."

Roy bowed his head in silence.

And Mossak remained silent, but kept looking at his hand that wrapped the blood gem.

"Well, thank you for your selfless answer..." Roy pursed his lips, "Actually, this blood gem was a gift from an extraordinary being to me. As for the soul stored in it, it came from Waylon. Her name is Kungulan..."

"Kungulan..." Mossak took a deep breath, and muttered to himself, "This pronunciation is in the druid cipher text, and it represents the son of the oak tree."

Roy guessed more and more affirmatively, "I can give you the gem for appreciation, but you can't just take it away...do you agree?"

The old man suddenly nodded, and said loudly, "I swear to nature... I would never touch this gem and its soul without your permission."

Afterwards, he got his wish, took the crystal clear blood gem from the demon hunter's hand, and held it high in the air.

In the thunderous sky, countless silver snakes swim past.

The light of lightning fell into the garden of the courtyard, illuminating the blood gemstone thoroughly, and the wisp of black smoke that was rampaging in the crystal wall seemed to be comforted, slowed down, and became peaceful and peaceful.

Mossack closed his eyes.

The witcher felt a surge of life rushing toward his face, and he held down the trembling pendant around his neck.

The rich and emerald green magical aura gushes out from the antlers on the old man's head and the staff behind him. Even just taking a sip will make people feel refreshed and exhausted.

The gardenias, bellflowers, and morning glories in the surrounding flowerbeds seem to be nourished, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing their stamens in the heavy rain, and blooming more beautifully.

An emerald green vine covered with broken leaves drilled out the light, and its tip grew slowly like a wriggling snake. It slowly touched the blood gem, and the black smoke stopped immediately.

The figure of the old man seems to have turned into a vast virgin forest that has never changed since ancient times and is full of vitality, falling into a strange state of communication.

Roy quietly observed this miraculous scene.

……

I don't know how long it took.

The vision disappeared, and the plants in the garden bowed again,

Mossack opened his eyes, surprise flashed in his eyes, and he returned the gem to Roy with a reluctant expression.

"Man, thank you for your trust." Mossak nodded at him, "I have verified that Kungulan has not deceived you, she is a genuine member of the ancient Druid ring, and her body is a kind of The Velen tree lizard that has been extinct for hundreds of years."

"She was deceived and framed by three ladies in the forest... her body was destroyed, her soul escaped, and she was attached to the sacred oak tree in the middle of the Whispering Hill." The druid stared at the witcher without any blame in his eyes.

"Until she met you... In that case, as a witcher, you made the wisest choice, I can understand."

"She must not understand me. I lied to her. She should hate me to death, right?" Roy squeezed the blood gem lightly, and the black smoke began to flow around again.

"No, she's just been trapped for too long, and she has accumulated anger in her chest. But she noticed that you had seriously injured a lady in the forest when you left Waylon, and avenged her. Most of her anger towards you has dissipated, and she Leaving the cage will never retaliate against you."

"Is it like this?" Roy thought of the stump of the cooking woman who had been given the "gluttony" enchantment on the bound weapon.

"I swear to Mother Nature, there is absolutely no falsehood." Mossak dispelled his worries with a solemn face, and then said sincerely,

"Your Excellency, I have an unkind request. If Kungulan and I return to Skellige, the ecological balance of the archipelago will be even more unbreakable."

"What are you going to do with it?" Roy said expectantly, "Can you bring her back to life?"

Even the lady of the lake can't revive believers, she can only transform them into water elves. Does the ring of druids have another secret method?

Mossak pondered, "This involves the secrets of the Church of Nature. I can only give a rough explanation. She will gain life in another form—after more than ten years, when the language of nature washes away Kungulan's soul With the excess anger and hostility in the archipelago, a new druid sage will be born on the archipelago, or a symbiotic sacred oak tree will be born."

"It will follow the breeze with us to achieve the balance of nature."

Roy's eyes lit up.

"You should understand that I will not hand it over at will."

"What conditions do you have, what do you want from me?" Mossack said in an expected tone, "As long as you are willing, the reward is not a problem. Equivalent exchange is a kind of natural law. "

Roy took a deep breath, stood up suddenly, straightened his round collar that was wet by rain, looked at the still dark sky above the patio, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After such a long time since leaving the land of Velen, it has finally come to this point.

Everything went according to his original plan.

"Master Mossac, I heard that druids are well versed in the way of nature and have all kinds of incredible magical powers... Manipulating the weather, allowing plants to quickly take root and sprout, allowing crops to harvest a lot, listening to the voices of animals, and cultivating a tacit understanding with them, Even become one of them."

Druid straightened the antlers on his head with his right hand, "Don't you want to learn the way of nature?"

"Didn't I say before that I am now working hard to become a qualified demon hunter. I haven't had time to touch other fields." Roy paused, "I need to borrow the druid's ability to manipulate plants and cultivate a large number of rare plants... expensive Yes, rare herbs."

Druid's eyelids twitched.

And Roy raised his voice, and his words became more and more fluent, "I will give you Kungulan's soul, but in exchange, I hope you can send a druid to serve the organization I belong to, the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters 20 years...to cultivate a rare and rare botanical garden...to help research and improve alchemy preparations by the way."

At this moment, Mossak's calm and watery cheeks became stiff, with a embarrassed expression.

"You really dare to speak. Are you asking a child of nature who advocates wildness and freedom to give up 20 years of practice and become a slave of your organization?"

"Forgive me for being helpless..." The old man shook his fist and emphasized a little excitedly, "Have you never heard a sentence? Every living thing is a tree, with annual rings forever, flowers bloom forever, and seasons go through forever , freedom is always priceless!"

"You have misunderstood..." Roy remained calm, and smiled at the old man, "I don't ask that druid to serve the Witcher Brotherhood 24 hours a day from morning till night, or Stay put."

"We can discuss a charter now, such as working from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm, and he arranges the rest of the time by himself, going to the wild to experience nature, strolling in the city, playing Quint, drinking, petting cats and dogs, and raising Poultry and livestock are fine."

"How can you be so cruel? Even the meanest vampire can't bear to set such a strict schedule... The service period can be up to one year, and the day can last up to eight hours, and he has to be given one day off every week to practice and link Naturally." Mossack just retorted, then suddenly shook his head, "No! Mother Nature is above! I haven't agreed to your conditions yet!"

"Master Mossack, be honest with your heart." Roy blinked at him and breathed a sigh of relief, "Your heart has been shaken, and what is missing is the details. Why don't we discuss it now?" , the specific arrangement for the Druid who will serve the Demon Hunter Brotherhood..."

The old man couldn't help but look solemn, and he blew his beard and stared at the young witcher.

Finally shook his head and smiled,

"You guy, it's really embarrassing... who knows that Kungulan is indispensable to us." The old man changed his voice, "But for Geralt's sake-I rescued him when he was a child." Take his life. Since you are with him, you must give me some favorable terms."

……

Next.

In the gardens of Sintra Castle.

The druid and the witcher engage in a heated debate.

Scenarios such as flushing in the face, dry mouth, and venting by grabbing the other party's collar with their hands occur from time to time.

After half an hour.

The two signed a magical contract.

Roy held the blood gem with a thought, and the crystal wall prison immediately dissolved, and Kungulan's soul was free again. A wisp of black smoke circled lively in mid-air, and fell into the palm of Mossak's hand. A fingernail The size of unpretentious acorns.

"Very good, please wait patiently, for a month at most, Skellige's Druid Ring will send a member who is proficient in botany to the dance hall on Novigrad Commercial Street to join the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters .”

Mossack emphasized,

"According to the rules, he/she will serve your organization eight hours a day, six days a week, for five years. And you will provide free board and lodging. He/she shall not be forced to do things such as fighting, endangering animals and plants, and destroying ecological balance Wait for actions that violate the druid dogma. Otherwise, this agreement will end early."

Mossack stuffed an acorn into the oval head of his ebony staff, and handed the witcher a prismatic crystal.

"If he/she violates the rules, you can contact me with a crystal... I will carry out the training on behalf of the Druid Ring!"

"That's a pleasant cooperation." Roy put the empty blood gem into the trophy package, and shook hands with Mossack.

Mossack heaved a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his originally gloomy face, "It's a matter now, I have to say goodbye to East and Calanthe, and hurry back to Skelly."

"Kungulan can't wait to enjoy the free air!"

"Master Mossack, I still have a question." Roy thought of Geralt's deep-seated wish, and it was necessary to help the old man, "Do you know a female druid named Vesenna?" ? By the way, she is also a traveling herbalist."

"Hmm..." The old man lowered his head and muttered, his tall body circled the garden, and slapped the antlers on his head, "I've seen her, within the last 30 years, or at the last natural sect gathering... ..."

"A comely woman, pale and thin, not as healthy as the other fellows."

Roy listened.

"She has a compassionate heart, and she has been wandering around the world for many years, providing free medical treatment for the poor, animals and plants." Moss Sack paused, "But I can feel that there is something sad in her heart."

"I can't erase it, it's buried deep in my heart."

"During the dream link at the conference, the dream she showed was not like other companions—the singing of stubborn stones, the light dancing of the wind, and the laughter of flowing water. It was always a bit cheerful and lively."

"Her dreams are empty, dark, and full of sadness." The old man's voice was dull and hoarse,

"There is no doubt that Vesenna has a heart-wrenching past, and she is a poor woman."

"Can you get in touch with her?" Roy asked nervously.

"Sorry, she doesn't belong to Skelliger, nor does she belong to the Cade Du I'm familiar with... and Druids often wander around the world and practice, and haven't heard from them for more than ten years."

"Is there no other way?"

"Roy, why are you looking for her?"

The witcher rubbed his temples, thinking about giving the white wolf some privacy.

"Visenna is a relative of a good friend of mine."

"Huh?" The old man rubbed his cane, his eyes rolled, and he looked thoughtful, "Actually, there is no way out, you can rule out the Ring of Skelly Jedruid and Cade Du from Anglin. Visit the remaining four Druid Rings, which are located in Keweier, Mayena on the southern border of Temeria, the Loch Menden Lake area south of Soden, and the giant oak tree Beleukhris. "

"Find the sages of these four druid rings, and then you can contact Vesenna through them."

"I heard that some druids hate humans." Roy pleaded, "especially demon hunters."

Druids protect nature, and monsters occupy important ecological niches in nature.

Therefore, in the eyes of some sages, demon hunters who slaughter monsters have been destroying the ecological balance.

"Let's do this." Mossak stroked his long beard, and said meaningfully, "I'll take it as a good deed and let your 'friend' reunite with his relatives as soon as possible."

He handed Roy an acorn,

"This is the token of friendship of the Skellige Circle. See it, and the sages will help you once."