God-level Demon Hunter

"It's an astonishing speed. My original estimate will be delayed for at least half a year!"

"The extra [-] soldiers and Skellige's fleet will undoubtedly affect the speed at which Nilfgaard can capture Sintra."

Speaking of the last few words, the man's tone became indifferent, "Our plan will be hindered."

Although as an important member of the Northern Brotherhood of Warlocks.

He has always wanted to get more benefits from the Southern Emperor.

"If Nilfgaard can't show absolute strength, what name and reason should I use to quickly unite with everyone in the Brotherhood of Warlocks to fight against the enemy."

His bold and risky proposals will only be approved if there is a shocking change.

His power in the Brotherhood can only be further enhanced.

"No matter who the spoilers are, if they think they can disrupt the general situation and stop me by doing so, they are mistakenly taking the reflection on the lake as the stars in the night sky!"

He rose from his throne and walked through the corridors that surrounded the hall, the aisles where the statues were placed.

Enter into a bright bedroom.

Like a small library, there are bookshelves everywhere, piled up with countless thick tomes, all of which are precious collections, such as the great works "The Invisible World" and "Natural Magic" written by the three wizards who first landed on human beings. ", "The Magic of the Ancient Race"...

And in front of the desk is a large tank filled with azure sea water. The glass with five colors of light is full of ancient mantras. Above the glass tank hangs a dark gold circular metal cover the size of a banana leaf. Full of potholes.

There is a black "model ship" sailing slowly and comfortably in the tank.

The man walked up to the water tank, turned his back to the woman and cast a spell. His hands and fingers moved across the air, and a cool tide surged up and filled the room.

An unprecedentedly strong magical light enveloped his back, forming a dazzling halo above his head, making him look like a god in the sky, and Lydia was dazzled.

She had never seen anyone else with such unfathomable magical power and precise magical control.

Even the [-]-year-old Eller Gerhardt, the most senior in the association, can't compare to the man in front of him, not to mention that he has skills far superior to all warlocks.

With his waving fingertips, the magic power in the entire room surged wildly.

The wind blows.

The calm and clear water surface of the glass tank suddenly had countless small ripples, dense air bubbles drilled out of the water surface, and the water waves roared. It is a real stormy sea!

Gradually all the foam and ripples converged at one point, forming a whirlpool magnified a thousand times in the center of the tank,

"Boom!"

The circular metal cover suddenly released a terrifying thunder, and black clouds as black as ink drilled out of the holes on it.

The man's short brown hair and jacket were blown by the wind!

The mantra was chanted even more urgently.

Jagged bolts of lightning shot out of black clouds, connecting to the water like jellyfish tentacles.

The pocket vortex, distorted dark clouds, and forked lightning fuse together to form a funnel-shaped, high-speed rotating waterspout. The model ship is instantly sucked into it, and the spindle-shaped hull is dragged up by an invisible force and enters the metal cover. under the dark clouds.

In an instant, a deafening explosion ripped through the air.

Like some kind of signal, the "celestial phenomenon simulation" between the metal cover and the glass tank was completely over, and the water in the tank returned to calm.

The model ship is missing.

It seems that everything before is an illusion and a bubble.

"boom!"

From outside the library window came a loud bang like an earth-shattering explosion.

Lydia hurriedly leaned to the window and looked around—under the cliff where the castle was located, and on the rough dry river bed not far away, suddenly there was a huge wreck of a sailing ship.

The hull of the ship was almost torn apart, and the planks were covered with scorched marks, and around the wreckage were dozens of corpses that were horribly dead.

A flock of vultures uttered a piercing shriek of joy, descended on the wreckage, and began feasting.

Lydia looked further away with calm eyes.

Dozens of large ship wrecks are dotted across the Gobi Desert, among which there are many bones and countless dead souls.

"Huh...the equipment is normal! Lydia," the man breathed a sigh of relief, "pass me a message to remind the warlocks in the south to summon a storm to stop the fleet supported by Skelliger, and if it doesn't work, drive the fleet to Serbia Dana Abyss."

The woman nodded, looking at him with a trace of reverence and love.

"Notify our great emperor again... No, forget it, I will write a letter myself... You go down first."

A trace of reluctance flashed in Lydia's eyes, but the man ignored her and sat straight at the desk, twitching his fingers casually.

"Hear Your Majesty Emhyr Enress,

Some ominous surprises have been discovered by your most loyal allies... Vizima... Sintra... Skellige... Nilfgaard's northward advance may be hindered... Your planned raid must be In advance, there may be more unfavorable factors if it is delayed..."

In front of the desk, an unmanned quill brushed the paper, making a series of slight "rustling" sounds.

The bright magic lamp illuminated Vigfortz's unusually handsome face with a smile on his mouth.

And, the burning ambition in the eyes.

Chapter 24 Raid

1263. 1, 1

It was just dawn, and the horizon was a little white.

The bone-chilling wind blowing down from the Amer Pass crosses the vast plains and the lush Ihrenwald Forest.

In the forest area, there were slight discussions in the simple garrison station composed of two bunkers and a row of spiked barricades.

"My little candied date grows so fast. I haven't seen her for thirteen months since she was born. I found out that she has changed from a fleshy little thing to a Looks like Mary, especially her nose and mouth. It's true! You should go and see how cute the little one is."

A young and gentle voice said, the pale yellow candlelight on the table illuminated his face covered with green stubble, under the round helmet, the eye sockets were faintly red, "Unfortunately, I will never be with her again."

"I'm a little worried about my mother. She is alone at home and has no relatives or friends in the city. I don't know what will happen to her after I leave?" Another middle-aged man with a thick beard and armor said reluctantly, "In the future The old disease of her waist and legs relapses, who can give her a rub?"

The sudden gust of wind blew his black hair, which was sticky with grease, flying backwards.

"More than a year ago on the Yaruga River, a master witcher killed a mutant octopus on my boat. I also helped him save a slug..."

The bearded Adonis recalled, "It was a legendary battleship. I originally planned to leave it to my little Reggie as a family heirloom, so I sold it! If I can go back to the helm and take a few laps on the river, I have no regrets in dying."

The rest of the guards in armor also sighed and fell into memory. They all knew that since the last time they returned home, they had been separated from their past lives forever.

"Brothers, stop showing off in front of an old widower with nothing to worry about, this is the end of the memory," Gaspar stood up, covered with calluses, pouring out a lot of hot palms, patting the shoulders of the soldiers one by one , Brown eyes swept over the remaining eight brothers, "Your Majesty has made a promise that he will take care of your family for you and take care of them for the rest of your life."

"Don't complain, when Cintra is gone, our home can only be destroyed by the bastards of Nilfgaard! Our family will become more poor refugees than beggars and tramps. Believe me, that is worse than Death in battle is even more terrifying!"

"There are no cowards or cowards in Sintra, we just..." His tone choked up, "Before the other brothers, we fell into the embrace of Goddess Freya."

As soon as Gaspar finished speaking,

"Chirp—"

There was a sharp gas explosion, and a few miles away, an unusually dazzling yellow light shot up into the sky, illuminating the gray sky nearby!

"Furr's signal!?"

The faces of the nine people changed drastically in an instant, their eyes flickered, showing deep despair, and then they clenched their fists, almost gnashing their teeth!

They exchanged glances and nodded.

Gaspar rushed into the sentry tower and opened an exquisite ebony box with a small key close to his body.

A small origami crane flew out of the box, wiped his iron-blue face and flew into the sky, and instantly turned into a vivid crow, flapping its wings and flying towards the Manada Valley at a speed that is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye!

He looked at the messenger in the distance, and a look of determination appeared on his rough and vicissitudes of face.

Gaspar picked up a torch wrapped in an oilcloth, lifted a barrel of oil, left the sentry tower, and quickly went into the dense forest.

"Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

The fuel oil was sprinkled all over the tree trunk, and the torch was touched upwards, and the flames jumped up from the bottom to the top of the tree roots, and the sparks turned into vigorous flames in the blink of an eye.

One after another, they were constantly being lit by torches.

Eight other guards were doing the same.

……

Terrible flames and thick smoke spread in a large area of ​​woods, the smell of grease and resin spread quickly, and the smell of burning was everywhere.

The woods were burning, and the dead leaves that covered them were also burning, and the sudden early morning wind further fueled the flames.

Soon, the entire forest area of ​​Ihrenwald will be turned into a sea of ​​flames!

The nine people hid behind the bunker of the garrison station, staring straight at the burning darkness ahead, drew their weapons, and exuded an aura of burning with the enemy.

They may not be able to stop Nilfgaard's cavalry, but as long as they stop the huge infantry for an hour or three, they will win the victory for Cintra!

The loud horn sounded suddenly, shaking the birch leaves.Immediately after the hooves of war horses, a group of knights charged towards the outpost. The armor on their bodies, the sword in their hands, and the pupils shining through the gap in the flying wing helmet shone with cold light!

How the wind blew their black cloaks embroidered with silver suns behind them!

The eyes of the guards are both fearful and expectant!

"Yu-"

The dozen or so cavalrymen rushing forward seemed to have been hit hard by a battering hammer—the front hooves of several black horses were blocked by the tripping ropes connected between the trees.

The horse suddenly fell to its knees, its head buried in the soil, its body lying on its side, struggling with a long hiss, and the dust cloud was rolled up, but it couldn't get up.

The knight on horseback was even more miserable. His body rose into the air due to inertia, spanned a distance of several meters, fell heavily to the ground, or twisted his limbs and neck to die, or flew directly into the burning forest.

Lively into a barbecue!

"Brothers, kill this group of bastards!" Gaspar waved his hand, saliva flying everywhere, his eyes tearing open, "Shoot me!"

Fear and ferocity intertwined on their faces, and the guards hiding at the side of the bunker pulled out "Gabriel" one after another, and shot fiercely at the cavalrymen who fell on the ground. Several crossbows instantly shot them into hedgehogs.

But their luck ends there.

The broken tripping horse can no longer stop the enemies behind.

The endless black armored cavalry, kicking the belly of the horse, came like a tide, brandishing their long swords, drawing their bows and crossbows, overthrowing the roadblocks, and surrounded them in all directions.

Arrows are raining down!

The soldiers of the nine garrison stations stubbornly blocked the first wave of attacks with their shields.

However, in front of the cavalry that was several times larger than them, it was as fragile as a piece of paper, unbearable to fold!

They waved their long swords, shouted desperately, and rushed towards the black armor army in the most heroic posture!

Swords and spears swayed through the air, and strong winds hit their faces, and the cavalry drowned them.

In the blink of an eye, all the guards lost their fighting power.

Some had swords in their bodies and fell into a pool of blood.

Some of them were filled with arrows and turned into hedgehogs.

Some were picked up by the charging knights with spears.

Gaspar was still alive, half of his face and jaw were sliced ​​off with a sharp sword, his back spine was broken by a mace, his thigh was crushed by the horse, his broken ribs were pierced into his internal organs, and his body weakened. Soft down.

He struggled to turn his head, and not long ago, he recalled his family comrades together, and they all turned into cold corpses.

The Nilfgaardian stood there, picking up the mangled head with his longsword.

The severe pain, the endless desolation, and the sour taste in his nose overwhelmed him.

Blood and tears stained his eyes red.

Out of the corner of his vision, he looked at the burning forest.

Cavalry surrounded by flames!

"We did it, Sintra will prevail, and justice will prevail!"

He smiled miserably, muddy tears rolled down his bloody cheeks, his arms gradually dropped, and his fingers gradually became loose. Finally, he and his comrades could rest in peace.

He closed his eyes, missing the next scene——

A heavy rain fell in the forest without warning, and the majestic rain fell from the sky, extinguishing the lingering flames in the forest.

The steam evaporates, and then the wind blows everything away.

……

A solemn and solemn army stretching for several miles was marching at a frightening speed. They were dressed in black and cold armor, and above their heads were forests of spears and sun flags.