God-level Demon Hunter

Violent ripples suddenly appeared in the swamp and quagmire in the distance, and an old woman with bone spurs on her back came out of the quagmire!

Her skin is blue and red, her mouth is full of gaping teeth, and her claws are like hooks. She is so ugly that it can stop a child from crying at night!

"Swamp witch? I'm sorry, but I can't let you interfere with normal teaching." The demon hunter's face turned cold.

"Whoosh-"

Sharp and hasty piercing sound!

The swamp witch's body trembled suddenly, blood bloomed on her forehead, she staggered back two steps with a wail, her figure was about to turn into mud and escape for a while.

Roy, who was bowing and holding the sword, suddenly flashed beside it strangely, and a group of scarlet tentacles dripping with blood emerged from the void behind it, pounced, entangled, and tensed with unparalleled speed!

Lift it off the ground!

"Shh-"

Arondette drew a bright arc.

Like a hot knife cutting through butter.

Roy left behind a bloody headless corpse.

The ugly, bloody head rolled to his feet.

Kill the Swamp Witch, EXP +180, Demon Hunter Lv10 (580/8500)

……

After the last water ghost was forcibly diverted by the witcher, it was surrounded by seven little boys.

For a moment, it grinned wide, and stood there stupidly, its pale eyeballs kept looking around, as if it was using its barren brain to consider which one to chew first?

The children were also observing, their immature eyes filled with tension and fear, and they stretched out their swords.

Just before the battle, they had no trouble drawing their swords, but now they couldn't, it was as if stuck in tar.

Their short bodies trembled like chaff, and their teeth chattered.

Adult men will lose the courage to resist in the face of ghouls.

In the same way, when a child faces a water ghost, it is like being hit by a hold spell.

Only the fingers trembled uncontrollably.

"Woo... help!"

The bamboo pole that made my mother scream the loudest at first collapsed first, turned around and ran.The other six children followed suit and retreated in small steps, the training sword in their hands turned into a crutch for the crippled.

The water ghost's eyes lit up immediately, and he rushed towards the bamboo pole.

How can short legs compare to an all-rounder who is amphibious, good at swimming and sprinting?

"Ula Ula" it yelled with a gust of wind and ran a few steps, like an eagle catching a chick, it slammed the bamboo pole to the ground, and its mouth was full of mud.

"Woo hoo, mom!"

"boom!"

A strong airflow hit from the side, knocking the water ghost to the ground at once, and he was dizzy for a long time and couldn't recover.

"What are you shaking? Hurry up!"

And the cat vulture was standing next to him, threatening with the most terrifying eyes, stretched out his hand and made a gesture of wiping his throat!

Another Takuma with a watermelon head seemed to think that the witcher was more terrifying. He bravely approached the fallen water ghost, raised his wooden sword and slapped it weakly on the back.

"Ula!"

He became the next victim.

The water ghost threw him to the ground!

The witcher knocked down the water ghost again!

And so on and on.

In the next 2 minutes, the seven children all enjoyed the warm hug from the water ghost.

Without exception, they became like a little tabby cat with bruised nose, swollen face and muddy face.

At first, they were terrified to death, but after they were ruined by water ghosts one after another, they felt as if they were smashed, and their fear disappeared.

Each of them gritted their teeth like wolves, and they didn't know who started it. The seven children worked together, and each of them dealt with one leg, one arm, and one head of the water ghost...

The koala hugged it like a tree.

The water ghost was covered with a "baby" weighing hundreds of catties and fell to the ground on his back, his heels kicking the dirt slowly, his chest heaving slightly.

In fact, its internal organs were shattered by the cat vulture's repeated Alder seals.

And the remaining "thin bamboo pole", under the threat of the vulture's eyes, tremblingly pierced its eyeball with a sword.

At the moment of relief, the water ghost's pale and swollen face showed a trace of relief.

"vomit……"

The seven children finally let go of their corpses and collapsed in the mud. They retched with sweat and muddy water all over their bodies, and muddy tears rolled down their eyes. They looked excited, excited, and a little scared.

It took a long time to slow down.

"Woooo...we killed it! Ugly!"

"Congratulations, cowards, you have successfully obtained the first drop of blood." A gratified smile appeared on the corner of Vulture's mouth, "Although the process was tortuous, the result is still reluctant."

"Do you understand now? The more afraid you are, the faster you will die. Working together, this thing is not invincible."

"Understood...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."

"Can I go home? I have to take a shower, my clothes are dirty!"

"I'm starving!"

The seven apprentices rubbed the bruises on their bodies, pleading with their eyes.

"No." The cat vulture's gray-green pupils swept to the other side, and Roy stacked the corpses of the water ghost and the swamp witch as samples, and instructed the five apprentices to taste the spoils, "This trip is far from over, and Several wonderful projects are waiting for you."

"Come here, all, let's play an interesting game..." He took out a short knife, shook his wrist, and sliced ​​open the water ghost's belly as easily as cutting tofu.

The hot, red and green viscera are displayed in front of the children.

"vomit--"

"Spit it up, the more you vomit, the more meat you will eat at night."

"Woooo..."

……

In the next few days, they experienced the most exciting and wonderful journey in their lives.

Chapter No.17 Expatriation and Return

One morning, the light was dim and the air was humid, exuding the smell of night rain and morning fog.

The horse convoy from the extreme west passed through the suburbs of Vizima and the suspension bridge over the lake, and drove into the trade area. Under the escort of heavily armed soldiers, they entered the Foltest Castle on the north side of Vizima.

A man with a strong hooked nose and a blue cloak got out of the carriage and looked sideways.

The breeze from the turquoise Lake Vizima conveyed peace, but there was another fierce battle waiting for him inside the castle.

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The king of Temeria sat on the throne at the head of the rectangular table, with a crown on his head and a red cloak, holding the handle with one hand and his chin with the other, showing his proud posture in front of the visitors.

And Princess Adda sat on his right side, keeping silent.

"Since ancient times, there have been no cowards in Sintra. The blood and bravery of your soldiers are well-known throughout the northern border. Together with your Excellency and the wise commander of the lioness of Sintra, you will surely give the group of barbarians from the south a head-on blow." , Let them have a long memory!"

"Your Majesty Foltest, thank you for treating me so highly." Across the table, East, with a bandit-like beard, glanced at the leader of the meeting with penetrating eyes, "With your foresight, you must have sent The scouts went to Mount Amer to investigate, and Nilfgaard's tens of thousands of troops have already revealed a corner."

"With your wisdom, you should have seen that their plot is far more than a single Sintra."

"So what? For the Nilfgaardians, the Yaruga River is an insurmountable moat. The river is under the control of our northern country, and the mouth and supply routes are under our control. Protected by the three strongholds of Skellige, Cidaris, and Verdon."

"The 'kids' of Nilfgaard can't guarantee the safety of the supply line if they don't control the estuary and banks of the river. If they dare to cross, they will never come back!" Foltest looked determined, as if talking about Sintra's The catastrophe has nothing to do with Temeria.

East looked out of the window, took a deep breath, unknowingly the rain fell, and the disturbing raindrops hit the window, "I'm from Skellige, the children of the sea don't like to beat around the bush, I'll just say it ..."

"The sons of Sintra are famous for their bravery. However, our country is limited, and the number of elite soldiers we can train is also limited. In the face of absolute numbers, we are helpless."

"You also have your valiant ally Skellige."

"Boom!" The thunder rolled, and silver snakes shuttled through the dark clouds.

"That's all!" East emphasized loudly, "Speaking of despondency, even if our men fight bloody battles, the possibility of the fall of Sintra is still frighteningly high."

"From your point of view, you should understand that Temeria can't stay out of it." Easter paused, his tone was dry, but he had seen the future, no matter how painful it was, and he had to face it all now, "Once the southerners grasp Sintra, an important strategic area at the mouth of the Yaruga River. It will become a thorn in the back of all the kingdoms in the north... Southerners will use this as a base to continuously launch attacks to the north, harassing His Majesty's land and people. Even to slowly affect the economy and culture of the North."

"But if Sintra's defense is strong enough, it will become a steel gate, serving as a barrier to the south of the Yaruga River, keeping Nilfgaard 'closed out' and making it difficult for it to enter."

"I did not deny this." King Temeria frowned his noble brow, "So this time I overcome all difficulties, refuse the proposal of the council, and discuss with you."

"I will omit all the details..." East said bluntly, "I hope His Majesty can send troops to support Cintra,"

"But you must understand that I have no reason to agree to your request." Foltest's eyes lit up, "I have heard about the meeting you held, and Toussaint, Cidaris, Brueger, and even yours The vassal country Verdon, Lyria and Livia under the rule of Calanthe's cousin, Queen Mivi, all rejected the alliance request."

Easter's face was gloomy.

"Redania, Aedirn, Kaedwen, don't even bother to pay attention to you. I have also written to them to express my interests, but they still refuse to cooperate." He continued, "I am the King of Temeria , and on what grounds do you demand that my brothers under my command bleed and die in vain, risk attacking, and shed their blood for other countries?"

"Just because of a potential controllable threat?" The tall, strong, and handsome man's intentions are obvious, "or is there some relationship between Cintra and Temeria that must be saved, such as a vassal state? ? Or there will be in the future.”

"Your Majesty!" Easter's bearded face turned red with anger, and he quietly clenched his fists, "Sintra is a free and independent country, and will never be attached to other forces, whether it's Nilfgaard or others. The country can only choose the way of cooperation."

"And the people of Sintra will never accept blood other than the royal family as a ruler. I only have one good granddaughter, and as far as I know, you—the only one is the beautiful Princess Adda."

This time it was Foltest's turn to turn pale and red.

"But I never thought of letting you help for nothing. Cintra is willing to pay real money as a reward..." Easter said in a deep voice before he got angry, "I want to hire the Temerian army Defend against the Nilfgaardian invasion."

"Oh? If it were a year ago, I would definitely throw you out!" Foltest changed his posture, pressed his knee with one hand, and rubbed his chin with the other hand, with a serious light in his eyes, thinking for a moment, "But Now, how much do you plan to pay, and how many troops do you want?"

"1...cavalry...armored infantry, during the assistance period, Sintra will pay all the remuneration instead of Temeria, supplies, weapons and equipment maintenance, according to your country's standards, and pensions for injuries and deaths It's also up to us."

"Then, I, Ester Tursek, swear on the honor of the Tursek family and the King of Cintra, that as long as the country exists, the black knight will never touch the land of Temeria."

King Temeria shook his head decisively without thinking about it.

"The lion opened his mouth. There is absolutely no way for 1 people... The battle has not yet begun, how can I let myself be hurt. The maximum number of people is 3000, and the number of troops is up to me to decide."

"Secondly, you want to take away my lovely and respectable soldiers as mercenaries. Should you give them some spiritual consolation for their true 'friends'? We need a slow and careful discussion."

East heaved a sigh of relief, and his face became serious again. The next step is the most intense "violent battle". He must hold the bottom line and never let his queen down.

He glanced out of the window, and the strange and shrill wind finally stopped, and the dark clouds were faintly showing signs of disappearing.

……

"Consultant Triss, Consultant Keira, Consultant Fikat, please sit down!" After a long time, Foltest's light voice sounded, he rubbed the ring on his hand, his brown eyes shone with a strange light, He looks happy.

The bearded East on the opposite side was sweating coldly on his forehead, with a trace of flesh pain on his face.

Both of them had an agreement in hand.

"I have agreed with His Excellency East that we will send soldiers to Sintra soon." Foltest's voice was forceful, "If the 'child' in the south wants war, then give him war. I have always Standing for peace, but they want force, then we have to show them who is stronger."

"But now there is a difficult choice in front of us. In addition to soldiers, we also need a highly skilled spellcaster to go with the army."

"Is anyone among the three consultants willing to take on this important task?" The king of Temeria glanced at East intentionally. "Because the task is more dangerous, the participants will be compensated with a generous reward. Believe me, East will never treat you badly."

The three royal advisors fell silent.

As long as it is not a lack of brain, they will not take the initiative to ask Ying to go to the most dangerous place at this time.

It's not a woman's turn to go.

And Keira Metz has been paying attention to the expression of her best friend, and seeing her stubborn expression with her red lips pursed and her chin slightly raised, her heart skipped a beat.

Sure enough, the silly girlfriend took a step forward in front of the two kings, pinched the hem of the skirt with her fingertips, and performed a very formal curtsy.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to go to Sintra to assist the army in resisting the invaders from the south."

"Ms. Triss, have you thought it through?" Foltest glanced at her graceful curves under the blue slim leather jacket, with a bit of regret in his eyes. For so many days, he hadn't had the chance to kiss her.

The sorceress nodded heavily, and suddenly memories rolled in her mind.