God-level Demon Hunter

"Just as you felt remorse when you returned to Heshan, if you get out of trouble ten years earlier, maybe everything will be different." Roy was confident and his tone was full of tension,

"In the future, you may also have similar sighs—if you had agreed to the invitation of the Witcher Brotherhood, maybe things would have developed in a better way."

"If you sincerely want to find His Excellency Elan, then come with us."

"Stop lying here pitying yourself and dwelling on the past. If your teacher finds out, he will be sad and disappointed."

Roy stretched out his hand to Geron, and the night wind blew his short black hair across his cheeks, itching slightly.

But this time, he got no response.

The other party still faced him with the back in silence.

After waiting for a long time, he shook his head in disappointment,

"Geron Molu, it is impossible to wait for someone for an opportunity. We will give you two days."

What Roy valued was Cohen of the Griffin faction, not this poor man who had fallen for hundreds of years. If he really didn't want to, Roy wouldn't force it.

"With your current state, if you continue to degenerate like this, you probably won't have a few years to live. Think carefully."

……

There was a sigh in the night.

Lei Suo, Roy and Coral returned to the secret laboratory under the Nine Valley.

And Cohen was left alone.

He lay on the soft mud opposite Geron across the campfire.

"Why don't you go?" After a long time, Jielong Molu's question rang out in the dark night where the insects were buzzing.

"I want to try it too," Keen said with a faint smile, looking up at the moss-covered rock wall of the bridge hole and a few twinkling stars in the night sky, "what does it feel like to be a homeless man? Let seniors indulge in it for a long time, unable to extricate themselves."

He suddenly took off his leather armor, leaving only his light underwear, grabbed the dirty dirt, and smeared it on his face, neck, and exposed skin, making himself look like a dirty tramp.

"Huh..." He closed his eyes and took a nap for a while, then let out a long breath, "It really feels better."

"It's as if the shackles of the whole body have been removed, and I don't need to worry about anything. The revival of the ideals of the Griffin Sect, chivalry, the Grand Master of Ellan, the Book of Shadows, and Iggesena have nothing to do with me!"

"I want to just lie down like this, Your Excellency Jielong, how about I wander with you in the future?"

"Who is Iggesena?" Geron asked without answering.

"My girlfriend, a girl from the country... No, she should be considered a girl from the city now. She was by my side when I was most sad and hopeless. I have to say that I am luckier than you in this regard. "

"I still have Iggesena, but you had nothing back then, otherwise, I'm afraid I would be even more depraved and decadent than you."

Cohen showed a contented smirk, then suddenly changed his voice, "But you know what, she almost left me."

"Thanks to Roy and the Witcher Brotherhood, although many of his actions are purposeful... and his words are sharp and merciless."

"But he still keeps his promise..."

Time is long in the river.

Geron Molu passed by countless places and heard all kinds of voices, but most of the time, he was just an unrelated passerby.

For decades, no one has ever confided in him what is on his mind.

Although Cohen is not good at words, he often gets stuck halfway, hesitating and thinking for a long time.

But his sincere attitude and way of speaking are in the same line as many honest people of the Griffin Sect.

Hearing this, Jie Long's indifferent face softened a little, and there was a gleam of light in his empty eyes. Before he knew it, he became an audience all night.

Chapter 9 stay

To the west of Beauclair, to the south of the palace courtyard.

The four demon hunters wandered along the "Testing Cave" by the clear river, swam through a pool shrouded in white mist, and entered a dimly lit cave, surrounded by strange rocks and withered yellow vines hanging from the top of the cave, like The tentacles of demons are eerie and terrifying.

Continue to move forward, drill a deep hole, and enter a spacious hall. The fog is thicker, and a strange smell fills the air, making people slightly dizzy.

And in the mist, several graceful figures are scratching their heads and posing—a naked beauty with a hot figure, sitting on the wet and cold mossy ground, smiling like a silver bell, and hooking her hands coquettishly at them .

Lei Suo, Oakes, and Kayan held the trembling pendant, tensing their bodies for a moment.

It is absolutely impossible for such a rare cave to appear inexplicably.

"It looks like a vampire girl." The bald man analyzed with a straight face, and quickly outlined Heriot and Kunn with his left hand, and the golden light and pitch-black light covered the strong body like a troll.

He shook his wrist and danced a sword flower.

"No wonder the two of you quit in spite of the difficulties last time!"

When Roy was still in Vizima last time, Oakes and Serritt crossed Mount Amer to Toussaint to find the blueprint of the flying lion monster and entered this "cave of testing".

If the five vampire girls had to be raped, they could only be sucked into sex.

Even now, it is extremely dangerous for several demon hunters to join forces.

"Do you want to go?" Oakes swallowed, and Kayan's scarlet pupils were full of fear.

Roy shook his head. During the observation, although there was a surge of magic power, those so-called vampire women could not provide him with effective information at all.

this means--

He took out a bottle of Oriole, gulped it down, earthworm-like blood vessels crawled out of his handsome cheeks, and the vision disappeared immediately...

"What are you doing, brat?"

Then everyone was surprised to see that the young witcher walked to the edge of the mist with his head held high, with the five fingers of his left hand outlining, the red talisman glowing, and an Igni Fury flew into the mist.

"Boom!"

The flames soared into the sky, instantly igniting the lingering gas in the cave, and the beauties were reduced to ashes along with the mist.

Roy turned around and smiled happily, and hooked his hands at everyone.

"Phantom?" Oakes' rough face turned red with shame. Last time, he and Serrit, two seasoned Snakes, were forced to retreat by the phantom. It was a great shame!

The crowd followed closely behind.

In the dark and winding cave, climb up the hill and enter the second hall.

The surroundings are still filled with hazy hallucinogenic poisonous gas.

Roy, who drank the oriole and was immune to poison, cleared the way ahead, while the other three watched from behind and experienced various levels in the Cave of Trials—they saw beggars kneeling on the ground begging for mercy one by one.

Roy took pity on him with an Igni.

Then it was the turn of the men who were besieged by Qiqimo engineers.

Tables of delicacies from mountains and seas and boxes of gold and silver jewelry.

All turned into nothingness under the flames.

"The Cave of Testing has a name." Lei Suo communicated with several companions, and the illusions in their eyes were almost identical...and these illusions were quite delicate.

"Vampire women are a test of beauty."

"Being a beggar is a test of compassion."

"Kikimo is a test of courage."

"Great delicacies and gold and silver jewels are a test of greed."

"Once you are confused and addicted to it, you will never turn over. Only by moving forward unswervingly can you reach the end."

At the end of the cave, on the edge of a stone platform, everyone saw their last fantasy——

An old man wearing a canvas robe, white beard and white hair, wise and benevolent eyes, sitting cross-legged in meditation.

"Oh my god! This guy looks like the legendary prophet Lebioda, but he's been dead for hundreds of years, that's impossible!"

Oakes marveled.

And Roy walked directly towards him, and the old man stood up, as if he wanted to explain a few words to him.

But there were no words, only eyes.

It's obviously just an illusion, but the change in this look is like a real person, with touching encouragement and comfort.

If it were an ordinary person, maybe he would really think that Lebioda had appeared, and would piously throw himself into his arms.

And Roy ignored the illusion, picked up a cloth bag under his feet, grinned, and successfully got the goal of this trip - the blueprint of the flying lion monster's silver sword, and the notes of the pilgrim Morden -

……

The 1203th day of the Liege Festival in 17.

I reached the Cave of Trials... Lebioda blessed me...

……

This note roughly describes Morden's mental journey. He experienced a series of tests in this cave, including water ghosts, Andraeg, fire-breathing monsters, and humans with beast faces.

There are also tests of morality, beauty, power and wealth.

Wielding the sword of steel and will, he overcame all tests, and finally met the prophet Lebioda, who silently encouraged him with his eyes.

From the eyes of the saint, the flying lion demon hunter saw the lake of washing, the end point of his pilgrimage—the place where he washed away the mundane atmosphere and past grievances, healed his body and mind, and allowed him to become a believer thoroughly. one stop.

By the way, this Modeng is from the Flying Lion School, and has no relationship with the Griffin School Jaylon Molu. The only thing they have in common is that they all encountered drastic changes in their lives in Toussaint.

……

The four demon hunters looked strange after watching it.

"Serrit and I were deceived by the illusion, that's because we didn't fight at all..." Oakes gritted his teeth, "This Master Morden has never doubted from the beginning to the end, and he believes in everything?"

"You forgot one key point..." Leso paused, "Because the Harkland Grassland is rich in various herbs, and the demon hunters of the Flying Lion School who were born there are proficient in various potions and decoctions, and they are very good at alchemy potions. Drilled to the extreme... Whether fighting or living, they are extremely dependent on them, and many of their members have serious drug addictions."

"This Modeng is probably also a patient, indulging in illusions, so he can't tell the difference between falsehood and reality, so he believes it is true, and devoutly turns into Lebioda's embrace."

"Then is this a scam set by Lebioda?" Oakes asked.

"Brother, be careful with your words and deeds...it's not just illusions..." Kaiyan gave him a warning look, "do you think natural caves can produce such ingenious and profound illusions? There are also surges of magic power, although we Insulate from belief, do not worship gods, but prefer to believe in them. Remain in awe, just leave."

Oakes' casual expression turned serious, and he nodded.

Next, the four of them left the "Testing Cave" along the original road, searched for the location recorded in Modeng's notes, and found the "Washing Lake", which was actually an ordinary, small, crystal-clear lake.

The process is very good.

They found the blueprint of the gauntlet in the lake, together with the four blueprints that Oakes and Serrit had found.

So far, the blueprints of the six flying lion monster equipments have been collected.

In addition, three upgrade blueprints for the Griffin Faction in Uthalburg were also obtained yesterday.

……

Most of the goals of this trip to Toussaint have been completed, and the two days agreed with Jielong are fleeting.

The crowd met Cohen under the bridge hole in Bauclair.

But he is alone.

"Dude, I'm sorry, I failed to convince Geron...he doesn't want to leave." The griffin demon hunter lowered his head with a gloomy expression.

"I guessed it," Roy smiled reassuringly. "That guy has been wandering for nearly 100 years, so it's strange to change his mind so easily. Since he doesn't want to, let him think again and let's go home!"

"I want to stay..." Cohen took a deep breath, his eyes calm, "Please send a message to Iggsena, I will stay out for at most three months before going back."

Everyone was astonished, and it was rare to see such a determined expression on the dull and reticent witcher.

"I have decided to wander with Senior Geron, try my best to impress him, and bring him back to Novigrad. This is a battle belonging to the Griffin faction!"

"You can try to tell him," Roy thought for a while, "We are sure to find clues to Elan. In fact, I already have some clues. At that time, I will need to borrow your "Book of Shadows." "

Chapter 10 Contact

Palace of Vizima.

The luxurious and exquisite crystal magic lamp sprinkles dreamy light.

In front of a rectangular table covered with intricately patterned tablecloths.

With a crown on his head and a red cloak, Foltest sat at the main seat. His strong muscles under his white shirt were raised high, his back was straight, and he looked extremely energetic.

He propped his chin with one hand, and tapped the table lightly with the other.