God-level Demon Hunter

"Three days later, Nilfgaard invaded the city of Cintra, burning, killing and looting... Cintra fell completely."

"After that, the northern countries realized that Nilfgaard was a terrible threat, and sent allied forces to fight to the death on Mount Soden."

Geralt's dark cat eyes flashed with surprise,

"You mean, this line of text records the upcoming three wars?"

"Then I have a guess about the last number. War, war, often means death."

"So the last number represents..." Jieron's face was horrified.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a bone-piercing cold wind passing through the hall and penetrating into the backs of everyone's necks, all six of them were terrified,

"The death toll?" Roy had a bitter face. "All the troops of Sintra died in the Manada Valley, so the number of Manada is even more terrifying. The most tragic Civil War broke out on Mount Suodeng, with more than 10 participants. The battlefield is like a meat grinder, so sacrifices Only those who can exceed [-], "

"Year, location, death toll, if you follow this pattern."

Everyone eagerly turned to the earliest record on the first line to seek verification——

"1150, Dor Breitanner, what happened 20000... 100+ years ago, 2 dead?"

"This place is also called Baihua Valley... a valley located at the east end of Aden, at the foot of the Blue Mountains, bordering Leiria and Livia." The bald man recalled in a low tone, "My hometown before I joined the Snake Sect was Gulta near there."

"And I've heard since I was a child that the Valley of Hundred Flowers used to belong to the elves, but after a tragic war, humans completely drove the elves into the Blue Mountains and occupied their homeland."

"And that war happened in 1150. Aedirn sent a large army to conquer the Valley of Flowers and killed countless elves."

The cold air pouring in from the back of the neck further enveloped everyone's body.

"No, is this a coincidence?"

Pairs of eyes move upwards,

"1170, Vizima, fifteen thousand..."

"I probably know this..." Cohen licked his dry lips, "Ms. Keerda once talked to me about the Black Death plague that broke out in Vizima that year..."

"Fifteen thousand dead souls?"

……

The combined age of the six people is more than five hundred years old, and there are both Lei Suo from the Southern Snake School and the Northern Griffin School. Ke En, who studied under the old scholar Kelda, has almost included both the North and the South in his mind, and all the history of the entire world Knowledge... 90.00% of the records on the murals can find the corresponding terrible historical events.

"In 1220, a coup d'état took place between Kevier and Povis, known as the 'Povis Split' in history, and lost control of the eastern region. Audun took the opportunity to declare the independence of Hengfors, and established it together with the arc coast region A small independent kingdom. 5000 dead in civil strife."

"In 1226, the king of Aedirn, Wilfrer, defeated King Temeria's army at Haji Fortress, and gained control of the strategically important Pontar Valley, with 8000 casualties."

"In 1230, a coup took place in the Nilfgaard Empire. A nobleman overthrew Fergus Enress and usurped the throne. 3000 people died in the coup."

"In 1233, after Queen Calanthe succeeded to the throne, she led the first important battle in her life, the Battle of Haochebuz, in which more than [-] soldiers from both sides died. Now, only the glory of the Queen in this battle is sung The ballad of deeds lives on."

"In 1239, Nilfgaard annexed small countries such as Ebin, Medina, Mecht, and Nasser one by one, which officially opened the prelude to the Northern War. The death toll was [-]."

"In 1257, Emhyr Enress returned to the Nilfgaardian Empire, executed the usurper and ascended to the throne, recreating the Great Purge with a death toll of over 6000."

"In 1263, Manada and Sintra, Sodden Mountain..."

……

There was no sound in the dim hall, as if there was an invisible palm holding everyone's throats, and they could not speak for a long time.

The entire mural can be called the history of wars and disasters in the human world in the past 100 years.

In other words, all the records above are dead people.

The flickering torch light illuminated Liu Dao's stiff figure.

"What is the purpose of the mysterious man recording these historical events?" Geralt asked, his voice hoarse as if sick.

"Just as a record? No, according to our previous analysis, these historical events have special significance to him." Lesso snorted heavily, and made a bold hypothesis, "Even he was involved in it."

Everyone imagined it, and couldn't help but tremble all over.

What is this guy up to?

"And this guy is most likely a master of divination, or he has some kind of incredible prophecy ability like Roy." Cohen turned his eyes to the last line, the memorabilia of 1263 that has not yet happened, "Can you predict the specific death toll in the war? Accurate to within a thousand people?"

Roy shook his head without changing his expression. Only he knew that he was not a prophet at all.

"What's going on in this world? Prophets appear frequently and are almost becoming popular." Lambert asked in surprise, "Could it be that the end is coming soon?"

"No, this is not necessarily the prophecy of the mysterious man. Have you forgotten the magic bottle you found before?"

Roy stretched out his hand, and a bottle cap with a cross and a nine-pointed star came out of his palm, "Do you think Dijing can predict the future?"

……

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then the clues in their minds were connected together, "The mysterious man releases Di Jing, uses it to make three wishes, and sees the future war in advance?"

"If this is true..." Lambert took a deep breath, his amber pupils were filled with excitement and apprehension, "We seem to have discovered a big secret—"

"For more than 100 years, there has been a mysterious existence secretly observing wars and disasters, and he also manipulated the great master of the Griffin School to work for him."

"All these inferences are based on speculation..." Geralt emphasized.

"Whether it's true or not, recording three wars that haven't happened in 1263...is not just for observation."

With clear eyes, Roy said loudly, "Think about where we are, the mysterious and hidden castle in Mount Gongor, and the army of Nilfgaard gathered on the high ground of Mag Tuja not far to the south. To the north across the pass, Ihrenwald, is the Manada Valley."

"In the dream constructed by Ms. Ke Lin, Master Elan appeared in this place. My first feeling...he is for—"

"Investigation!" Geron continued in a deep voice, "Look at this line of records - it's normal to record the two basic elements of time and place, but what does that guy mean by specifically writing the number of deaths instead of the number of participants? Does this number have special meaning to him?"

"Master Elan, and the mysterious person behind him want to intervene in this war?" Cohen startled himself as soon as the words came out.

But when everyone heard the words, they couldn't help nodding at the same time.

"We missed out on Heinkaveh," Cohen yelled, "but we know where Grandmaster Ellan will go next."

His fingers trembled and he pointed to the word on the wall - "Marnadal".

"No matter where he is, when the war breaks out, he will definitely show up near Manada!"

"Find him, find the people behind him... confirm whether Grandmaster Aiga, Grandmaster Xieyan, is with them!"

……

There were several heavy gasps in the hall.

"Hey, guys, calm down, calm down!" Lambert asked back, "This is a war, not hunting monsters, just a small fight for swordsmanship."

"Not to mention a demon hunter, even a golem with steel and iron bones will be submerged and crushed by the horse's spear!"

"When you go to the battlefield to find someone, let's not talk about whether this inference is tenable or not, you can't die if you want to!"

As if a bucket of ice water was poured head-on at noon in midsummer, Roy and Lei Suo instantly regained their composure.

And Jie Long suddenly smiled, with relief and determination showing on his thin cheeks, he was going to chase the answer, even if he was smashed to pieces!

"Brothers, at this point in the investigation, you have done enough for me." He bowed solemnly to everyone, "I will join the brotherhood when I return to Nuocheng. Command me to do my best."

"But I only have one request, I must go to Manada," the indigo pupil looked around the crowd, his tone was unspeakably firm, "and I can only go alone."

"No, there is no precedent for the Griffin faction to abandon their comrades in arms." Cohen shook his head.

"Dude, do you want to completely cut off the inheritance of the school?" Geron stared straight at his companion with pleading eyes, "Or do you have the heart to leave Iggsena alone for the rest of her life?"

Cohen's face turned pale, and he fell into a tangle.

"Why do I feel that you are determined to die?" Roy couldn't help shaking his head, and said uncertainly, "Don't be so pessimistic, there is... still a while before the battle of Manada."

But he made no promises.

Whether to enter a war must be voted collectively by the Witcher Brotherhood.

Rather than his own assertion.

"The kid is right..." Lei Suo emphasized, "Since the two are already members of the fraternity, they must abide by the rules and regulations of the fraternity...obey the collective, and discuss it after returning to Gawain's House. Of course we will pay extra In consideration of your strong desire."

……

"I..." Geron moved his lips.

"Dude...Leave it to us." Lambert hooked his shoulder familiarly, "Trust us, we will satisfy you and make the most suitable arrangement that brings the best of both worlds."

……

In the following time, everyone stayed in the castle for another two weeks and searched it several times inside and out. Unfortunately, except for the experimental equipment, everything else was swept away. Xiongpai's herbal decoction has not been found.

They couldn't wait for Elam either.

Before returning to Gawain's House from Heinkavech, Roy used the transformation crystal on Golfin, and fate turned Golfin into a beautiful thrush bird with olive feathers.

She flew alone over Gungol Mountain, passing the ranks of black cavalry with flying wing helmets patrolling the ridges, and no one paid attention to such an inconspicuous little fellow.

She flew to the south side of Mount Alme.

Passed the picture in his eyes to the demon hunter.

The setting sun was about to set over the snow-capped mountains, and the snow-covered pine forests were darkening.

The wind picked up, and the silver sun flag flapped, like a school of fish jumping out of the water and leaping upstream.

A huge black shadow crawled on the Mag Tuga Highland, so big that it occupied the entire highland.

Countless military tents make up its torso, 1 black-armored infantrymen in neat square formations make up its limbs, and the mage battalion is its sharp eyes.

Around the army circles, dark knights make up its flying hair.

Nilfgaard just stood there quietly, a vicious beast waiting to be devoured.

Chapter 22 The Strongest

"War is no child's play. If you put your life on the line just to find someone, the loss outweighs the gain." Vesemir bluntly expressed his objection, "Although I also miss Grandmaster Aiga, I can't afford to risk my life .”

"That's right," Escal agreed, "The war between Cintra and Nilfgaard has nothing to do with the demon hunters, at most we can help bring Ciri back... If you forcibly intervene in the war, it violates the principle of neutrality, and you have to Saying it was a bad start."

"Our most important task and goal at present is to stay at home and help Monty's four children pass the trial of green grass. Increase the number of demon hunters."

Most of the witchers in the conference room nodded upon hearing this.

"Danger is only relative," Lambert sang against the tune, "We only act on the periphery of the battlefield, searching for the whereabouts of Grandmaster Ellan, as long as we are careful enough... It's like sticking your fingers into the edge of a frying pan and turning around , Our speed and resilience are beyond comparison to ordinary people, and we will be safe and sound."

"It's up to you at that time." Lei Suo said with the tone of a person who has experienced it. "The whole body will fall into the oil pan and be fried into scarlet and juicy pieces, leaving it for wild dogs and ghouls to feast on."

"Everyone, thank you for your concern and opinions...but I have to go," Jeron Molu said firmly, and then tapped the round table with his fist to emphasize, "Manada, Sintra City, or Sodeng Mountain , until we find Teacher Elan."

Roy moved his lips, trying to dissuade,

"I have to do something." He emphasized his tone. "This is the only meaning of my life. Otherwise, I will die."

Obviously the goal is right in front of him, he doesn't want to miss it again, and wait another hundred years.

The atmosphere in the conference room was condensed.

"Then vote." Serrit said solemnly, "Actually, we don't have to rush to intervene in the war in Cintra. We can wait for the Brotherhood to become stronger before acting. According to the conclusion of the mural... the mysterious man Will participate in most wars in the world, after the Battle of Sintra, there will never be a lack of wars, those are opportunities!"

"What's more, everything about that mural is just inference, the mysterious man, conspiracy, don't believe it all."

"So we gotta check it out! Dude, I can't wait!" Geron's eyes were about to burst into green sparks.

"This is suicidal..." Serrit muttered in a cold tone, "Since you joined the brotherhood, you should obey the collective decision and restrain your inner impulse. You are acting like a lunatic addicted to anesthesia powder. "

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Or I will die for the Brotherhood after I return from the battlefield." Geron apologized.

Roy's eyes slowly swept across the crowd.

When there is a contradiction between collective and individualism, from a rational point of view, he hopes that Jielong will take care of the overall situation.

But reality cannot be completely rational.

"Then go!" Geralt's teeth flashed a white light on his pale and bluish face after he had just shaved his beard. "Accompany Geron into the battlefield!"

"It should have been like this long ago!" Vulture shook his head, as if he didn't think it was such a great decision, "Witch hunters don't cause trouble, but they aren't afraid of it either."

"It's just a war... You can't leave a new brother behind."

"Hmm." Aiden and Kayan nodded silently.

"I appreciate your kindness." With a grateful smile on his face, Geron shook his head firmly, "But think about the children in the orphanage... think about your lofty ideals and bright future of revitalizing the Witcher Academy."

"I'm going alone! I've wasted 100 years, I'm just a useless person, and I don't care about wasting my life like this again. But you are different!"

"It's not just you." Cohen said slowly, standing up from his seat, "I'll go with you!"

"On the battlefield, the sword has no eyes, and there are many people, but it is easy to cause casualties."