God-level Demon Hunter

There are powerful elemental spirits living in each boundary layer, and this so-called di spirit is the air spirit, and the remaining three are the fire giant, the water fairy, and the earth spirit.

The fire monster can help people destroy themselves or others, the water goblin can call the wind and rain, and the spirit of the earth can move mountains and fill the sea without waiting.

Many warlocks once wanted to capture Di Jing, because once they enslaved Di Jing, they could use it as a medium to directly extract pure elemental power from the boundary layer, greatly improving their magical power, but Di Jing is so powerful that it is almost No one has managed to capture them.

As for how strong Di Jing is?It is like the ubiquitous air, and it is rumored to be omnipotent and can fulfill any wish.

"It sounds unbelievable," Geralt's eyes flashed with memory, "but 12 years ago, in 1251, when I was fishing outside the city of Limbu with Asker (Dandrian), I caught such a pot. "

"Wait?" Cohen swallowed, "You mean, you caught 'Three Wishes'?"

"Geralt, you can admit it." Lambert envied and envied, "You are the illegitimate child of Lady Luck!"

The bright eyes of several demon hunters were stuck on the white wolf like needles, and he could only smile wryly.

"Actually, Asker and I didn't know about the three wishes at the time, and it was only later that we suddenly realized." He paused, and tightened his grip on the bottle cap, as if doing so, he would Can relive the past.

"There is no rush to find the whereabouts of Master Elan. If you still think of us as brothers, just tell us the truth!" Lambert urged with a grim expression, "What wish did you make?"

"I feel that this bottle is a very important clue," Aiden nodded. "The more detailed its background and function are, the better."

"Well, they are all boring past events, and I didn't intend to hide them. The first wish I made at the time was to let Di Jing go home and fuck herself."

The five people couldn't help being dumbfounded, and they all showed expressions of admiration.

"Dude, didn't the omnipotent Di Jing blow you up?" Lei Suo asked, rubbing his bald head.

"I was holding a brass bottle cap, I was a wisher, and because of the rules, it couldn't hurt me. And the words I yelled at it were an exorcism spell taught to me by a priestess... only It can be said that everything came from an accident.”

"Facts have proved that it can't fulfill this wish, and Dijing can't 'fuck itself'."

Jielong shook his head, a trace of jealousy flashed in his indigo pupils, "If it's my first wish..."

Daydreams arose in everyone's minds.

Money, power, beauty, for the brotherhood, for the children of the Gawain family...

Geralt glanced at the dazed faces of everyone, and continued, "The second wish, I let it blow the head of a guard. At that time, I still didn't realize that I was the wisher, and I said an angry word, but I didn't expect Di Jing made it a reality."

"Looks like fate played a trick on you. It lifted you up to the sky and let you fall from the clouds." Lambert's face hurt, as if it was himself who made the wish, "Two wishes were wasted at once. "

"If it were me, I would die of anger!"

"Ahem, the third wish is also the only one I have come true, but it's a matter of personal privacy, so let's stop here." The white wolf looked reluctant.

"I saw your third wish..." Roy suddenly smiled mysteriously at Geralt, and made a mouth-Yennefer.

The white wolf's expression changed immediately, and he hurriedly grabbed Roy's arm. The dark cat pupils flashed a stern warning,

"Dude, don't use your abilities to cover your privacy!"

"Geralt, isn't it interesting for you to do this?" Lambert put his arms around White Wolf's shoulders, "The relationship between life and death together, how difficult is it to reveal some privacy! Have I concealed my scandal?"

"No!" The white hair shook behind Geralt's head.

Lambert's face darkened.

"Forget it, I'll let you go." Roy smiled. In fact, Geralt's third wish was the beginning of his relationship with Yennefer.

At that time, in order to restore fertility, Ye Naifa set up a magic circle in Linbu City, preparing to capture Di Jing to make a wish.

Just happened to run into Geralt holding the Wishing Bottle Cap.

Thunder and fire.

Geralt was bewildered by Yennefer's alluring appearance, fell in love at first sight, and became obsessed with sex.

Like Leng Touqing, she unknowingly became her puppet.

But later Ye Naifa fought Di Jing, and Di Jing's surging magic power almost destroyed half of Limbu City.

Ye's life hangs by a thread,

To protect her from Dijing.

Geralt used the third wish to entangle Ye and his own fate as the wisher forever, so that Di Jing could no longer hurt the sorceress and disappeared without a trace.

Since then, the fetters have been formed, and the witcher and the sorceress have had a good time in the ruins created by Di Jing.

In the next ten years, they will be separated and reunited, entangled in love and hate.

……

"Then don't mention the third wish." Leto said, "It's no coincidence that the magic bottle appeared in the castle. There must be some connection between it and Elan."

"Is Elan here to pursue the magic bottle, or the manipulator behind him? Who made three wishes with the magic bottle is temporarily unknown."

"Don't forget the dog tag inside this bug monster." Roy clapped his hands away, with the brass bottle cap and dog tag lying on his palm.

What does that monster, the sealed bottle, have to do with Elan?

Everyone looked at the two things, but the information was still too limited, and they couldn't think of a reason for a long time.

"I have a question, brothers," Lambert said suddenly, asking a thought-provoking question, "Since Di Jing is so powerful, who can seal it into a bottle, God?"

"If it's not a god," Geralt recalled the scene of the battle between Yennefer and Di Jing, "it must be one of the most outstanding magicians in the world. So, let Roy go back and ask Coral or Kalkstein."

"Ah."

"Pause the discussion, everyone, come this way with us..." Cohen walked towards the stairs, "Geron and I found a strange mural in another tower, it may be related to Grandmaster Elan, you should take a look look."

Chapter 21 Murals

In the empty hall, torches hung between the stone pillars.

The fire swayed, revealing a mural of glittering golden light on the dark wall.

The object in the painting looks like a big tree growing from bottom to top, and the luxuriant branches of the big tree are composed of rows of golden numbers and addresses written in ancient languages.

Arrange at least hundreds of items.

Roy stared at it with deep eyes.

mural of unknown meaning

?

……

"1150, Dol Blathanna, 20000..."

A deep male voice read the bottom line of text.

The seven demon hunters present at first sight only recognized the meaning of the letter in the middle: Dole Bretanner.

The significance of the remaining two numbers has yet to be determined.

……

"1170, Vizima, 12000"

"1186, Tretogor, 5000"

"1198, Oxenfurt, 1000"

"1220, Kingdom of Kovir and Poviss, 5000"

……

Everyone browsed through more than a dozen lines at once, and finally got a clue.

"The first number is gradually increasing. There is no doubt that it records the year," Lambert said triumphantly. "The second is the address where the incident happened, so the third number should refer to how much money they earned."

"Using the first line as an example, the man who carved the fresco, in 1150 Dole Bretanna, earned 20000 ducats?"

"Nonsense! Did you lose money?" Lei Suo denied politely, "It took half a day to record a ledger on the wall? Wouldn't it be more convenient to write it on parchment?"

"And there is no currency unit...Dukat, why didn't you say it was krona, oren, farthing?"

"There is no doubt that the third number definitely does not refer to how much money you earn." Aiden also looked confident, "Can you imagine that a witcher who loves doing business is hiding in Heinkavehe Castle? Put down such a bunch of numbers and let your compatriots guess the riddle, jealous?"

"What exactly does that mean?"

"Unknown for now."

"Have you noticed that the addresses involved are not only in the north..." Geralt's finger stuck one of the lines - 1230, Nilfgaard, 3000.

"The city of golden towers in Nilfgaard."

"It means that this businessman has a lot of friends and business all over the world?" Lambert joked.

"Come on, don't talk about businessmen, business!" Roy shook his head, "To find out the meaning of this mural, we must first find out who left it."

"Is it the bear demon hunter who lived here before, the one who ransacked the castle, or Grandmaster Elam and the mysterious manipulator behind him?"

"It doesn't look like these ink marks have existed for decades or hundreds of years..." Jieron wiped the dust on the mural with his fingers, and pondered for a moment, "Don't you feel it? The ink marks are still a little moist... at most they exist Two or three years."

"I didn't expect you to have such eyesight?" Cohen praised.

"When I was still in the Kyle Siren, I often asked old Kelda about ink and quill pens. He is an expert in this area."

Cohen couldn't help but look sad.

"So, the mural is most likely left by Elan." Roy wrapped his right fist with his left hand and walked around the empty hall, "Does he want to remind us of the mysterious manipulator who came later? .”

"No, no..." Lei Suo retorted with his strict logic, "Recording this mural is no small feat, Elan has such a long waking time, why not contact the outside world directly... and it is so conspicuous, unless the mysterious person He is blind, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible to let Elan's behavior go."

"Then we can think that the recorder of this mural is actually that mysterious person." Geralt said, "The year, location, and number in this line have a special meaning to him."

"Like a diary?"

"It implies his goal of manipulating Master Elan and staying in Heinkavehe."

……

"Come on, everyone." Lambert looked at the mural with a tangled face, "Conjecturing the private diary of a powerful existence? We are not prophets."

"Prophet?" In an instant, everyone realized something, and five pairs of beast-like vertical pupils locked on Roy.

"The Chief Prophet of the Witcher Brotherhood..." Geralt stretched out a long syllable, as if in retaliation for his previous threat, he said nervously and jokingly, "Activate your ability to explore people's privacy at will, and show mercy Tell us, what's the point of this?"

"Gulu." Roy swallowed his saliva, and slowly glanced over his expectant companions, especially Coen and Geron, and his breathing became short of breath.

Ghosts are prophets!

He shrugged. "Sorry, I can't. My predictions are as fickle as the weather in June."

He closed his eyes and touched the mural, shaking his head, "It's blank."

"It didn't work at the critical moment! It really broke my heart!" Lambert blinked, "I'll ask Ms. Kelin out after I punish you when you go back."

"The problem is that we have thoroughly explored the castle, and the clues we have so far are all obscure..." Geralt interrupted Lambert's delusion, "Instead of studying the metal plate and the brass bottle cap, I would rather Use your brain more and think about this mural."

……

This is the most helpless option, but it is also the best way at present.

The six demon hunters sat cross-legged as if meditating, their eyes staring at the murals.

But the opportunity came sooner than expected.

While others were still analyzing word by word, Roy turned his eyes directly to the top line of records, and suddenly froze——

1263, Marnadal, 17000

Cintra, 4000

Sodden Hill, 48000

He fell into a long absence.

"Damn it..." Lambert followed his gaze and couldn't help screaming, "If I remember correctly, today is January 1263, 1."

"Did that guy spend a day, no, half a day, earning [-] crowns in Manada, [-] crowns in Sintra, and [-] crowns in Sodden? Do you think you ran back to the castle and left this record?"

"Shut up, pighead! Manada is a poor valley. What kind of money does it earn, and it earns three times that of Sintra City! And Sodden Mountain is even more inaccessible, except for a few military fortresses. One thing!" Aiden stretched out his hand and knocked him on the back of the head, Lambert turned his eyes white for a moment and stopped, and then he was surprised, "That's right, according to common sense, at the beginning of the new year, nothing happens in time, and there should be no record .”

Geralt's face was serious, "Unless the mysterious man is a prophet...or is this his plan for the future?"

"Manada, Sintra City, Sodden Mountain... 1263... Unknown Prophet?"

Roy muttered to himself, "Guys, don't you think this year and place are familiar?"

"Familiar?"

"In Sintra, Geralt and I prophesied when we met Queen Calanthe and East." Roy leaned closer to the wall in disbelief, "The main force of Sintra will be in Manada and The Nilfgaardian army fought fiercely and was almost wiped out."