God-level Demon Hunter

"Da da!"

The man turned around, blood, dust and wounds covered his young face, but the strange-colored pupils were so familiar.

It was the witcher who saved her life from a high-ranking vampire——

"Roy?"

The female sorceress opened her mouth wide in surprise, but her voice was dry and weak, like a critically ill patient.

Roy slightly waved his hand and galloped towards her. She felt the smell of blood and sweat, and stretched out her hand involuntarily, and was pulled onto the horse's back.

"Hold tight!"

The witcher made a brief remonstrance.

The sorceress's two catkins hugged his waist softly.

Putong Putong jumped and her heart trembled, an unprecedented sense of security emerged spontaneously, and she couldn't help but put her side face on his broad back, quietly feeling his steady and powerful heartbeat.

It was him again, perhaps this was fate.

she thought of...

This is not accidental.

Roy killed five mages, and after resting for a while, he re-entered the battlefield to look for Elan.

But he not only failed to find the target, but also lost the whereabouts of Jielong Molu!During this period, he activated the crystal many times to try to contact the other party, but did not get any response.

In order to find him, Roy turned the battlefield all afternoon, and even risked his life several times to flash towards the center of the battlefield, but he was immediately forced back by swords, swords, halberds and arrows as soon as he landed.

"Damn it, Geron Molu, call me back!"

Roy didn't want to die. After all, there were still many people waiting for him, so he had no choice but to withdraw, and he happened to remember seeing Triss on the battlefield—according to history, she shouldn't have appeared here!

Undoubtedly, because of my intervention, history has changed!

Naturally, he couldn't let an accident happen to the reserve mage.

"Yu-"

Roy is holding the reins with his right hand, and his left hand bears the seal of Kunn above his head.

The oval golden mask wrapped the two of them and bounced off three arrows!

The two rushed towards East's position as quickly as the wind.

……

"Your Majesty!"

"Go ahead."

"Our warriors suffered heavy losses. Sir John Tanaris died in battle, and His Excellency Kurian died heroically... The entire Vizima Legion was completely defeated, and the brothers of Cintra were almost unable to hold on."

"Retreat, Your Majesty." Vesekid said in a heavy tone to the two horses, "We will use the last of our forces to fight a retreat, and let you and His Majesty Calanthe return to the city of Sintra. Just Now, immediately! Otherwise, the Nilfgaardians will form a siege, and no one will be able to escape!"

Upon hearing this, East's eyes were flushed, his majestic body trembled, and he clenched his fists.

There was a thunderous cry of killing in front, and the soldiers howled hoarsely.

The last infantry and cavalry were still holding off the Nilfgaardians at the mouth of the valley ahead, but the line was crumbling.

He solemnly shook his head,

"What did I say at the beginning, there are no deserters in Sintra!"

"If I run away, how can I be worthy of the dead brothers?"

"So, everyone, the time has come to die for the country!"

Calanthe didn't speak, panted heavily, and grabbed her husband's arm.

"No, no, Your Majesty!" Vesekid comforted, with bloodshot eyes, "This is not an escape, you have to return to Sintra City to take charge of the overall situation and protect your people!"

"Skelly's reinforcements are coming soon... With their help, the city is still strong enough to defend the city, but two backbones are indispensable!"

"Think about how cruel these Nilfgaardians are. Once the city is broken, how cruelly will your people be tortured?"

"If you have to take a gamble and go forward to die now, that is...with all due respect, a cowardly act!"

East was silent for a long time and nodded silently.

……

"boom!"

A huge fireball hit the defense line of the Sintra infantry, and the line of the three lions on the blue background was blown up. The roaring heat burned several infantry to the ground, howling, and the exposed skin was scorched and festered.

The red and hot armor was like a heated cauldron, boiling them alive.

At the mouth of Manada Valley, a gap appeared in the last line of defense.

A Nilfgaardian rider leaned over his horse's head, and the Sintra infantry next to him tried their best to block their steps, but they were overwhelmed by the black armored army coming in like a tide.

The battle line burst!

"Whoosh!" The black-clothed rider shot a crossbow arrow at the most eye-catching East, hitting the head of His Majesty the King!

Before everyone had time to react, they saw Esther fall off the horse uncontrollably, shaking his body in a daze, and his eyes immediately recovered, but there was an extra dent on the domed helmet—because the witcher had reminded him He will die from arrows, Easter puts on strong armor and wears a helmet!

Several guards roared and rushed towards the cavalry, the metal and iron clashed, and several figures were knocked off their horses in an instant!

More black armored cavalry charged.

"Go! Esther!" Calanthe's emerald green eyes flashed a pleading, Esther sighed and climbed on the horse.

The two rulers of Sintra quickly left the pass of the valley under the escort of ten cavalry and Vesekid...

As the sun set in the west, there was a thunderous sound of horseshoes on the vast expanse of the wilderness. The horseshoes trampled and dust clouds spread behind, forming a very clear trace.

More than 20 riders in black are chasing behind!

They obviously recognized the identities of the king and queen, and they were not willing to let go of such peerless achievements easily!

"嗖—嗖——" the dense bowstring vibrates.

Twenty skilled knights pulled the reins while pulling strings to set arrows.

Twenty crossbows fired wave after wave at the fleeing Sintra team!

Ten brave soldiers who volunteered to serve as human shields fell to the ground one after another, while only two were missing from the pursuers.

The backs of East, Calanthe, and Vesekid were fully revealed in front of the riders!

The blue cloak fluttered in the wind.

The life of the ruler of Cintra hangs by a thread!

"Whoosh-"

A black-clothed rider burst out with blood on his forehead and suddenly fell to the ground!

"Whoosh-"

Before they could react, the No.2 rider fell off the horse in the same way!

"Lo!"

A soul-stirring roar came from behind the black-clothed riders!

Everyone's hearts skipped a beat, and even Calanthe, who was galloping ahead, couldn't help but look back.

I saw two dazzling silver snakes flying across the air, one passing straight through the cavalry, and one falling from the sky like thunder!

In an instant, the bodies of three more knights were hit by the electric current, and they fell off their horses in paralysis. The crackling electric arcs on the black armor flew wildly.

The Nilfgaardian cavalry finally realized the huge threat behind them——

A man in tattered clothes like a beggar, with strange-colored pupils, bleeding from his seven orifices, and an extremely miserable appearance.

He grinned at them, showing his white teeth, and the black Nilfgaardian horse charged beneath him!

Alone, but with the momentum to chase and kill more than a dozen of them.

He smiled cruelly and raised his hand——

The bowstring vibrated, and the arrow pierced through the air.

Another person's eye sockets were sunken, and his figure was blown away!

The cavalry were shocked by this miraculous crossbow shot!

Can't help turning around and pulling the trigger towards him.

"Crack!"

The golden light flashed away.

The three arrows were counteracted by the Kun En seal.

The demon hunter tilted his head to avoid one, and forcibly ate one with his right arm. The arrow pierced through the flesh, but he was like a stone without feeling, and his figure did not shake!

Only the small hands around the waist trembled and hugged a little bit tighter.

The sun had mostly sunk below the horizon, temperatures had turned chilly, and the furious chase across the plains continued.

The remaining twelve Nilfgaardian knights rode their horses in pursuit of the ruler of Cintra, while deftly drawing their bows and arrows on their horses, aiming at the weirdo behind them.

"Whoosh-"

First down a man in black.

"Hoohoo!"

There was a cold roar in the sky.

A buffalo-sized, brown-yellow griffin came out of the void without warning, "Crack!", flapping a pair of mighty wings, whipping up a strong wind.

The cruelty of the predator gleamed in the dark pupils, and it swept past the heads of the cavalry.

Caught off guard, the three knights were directly knocked away by her wings.

Due to inertia, their bodies turned a few times at high speed after landing, completely silent.

The wind tightened the furry cheeks of the griffin.

Her hooked claws grabbed No. 4 knight from the horseback, threw him as a throwing weapon, and knocked No. 5 knight over.

Then she wrapped her body with a pair of wings, as if holding up a few pairs of strong shields to block the thrown crossbow arrows.

It was unscathed.

"Whoosh—" Taking advantage of the enemy's attention being attracted by Golfing, Roy shot three more arrows in succession. Under the blessing of guiding arrows and slaughter, the arrows accurately penetrated the three helmets and exploded the three cavalry's head.

The entire pursuit battle took only ten seconds.

Only 18 of the 5 Nilfgaardian cavalry remained.

The rest of the riders were so frightened that their livers and gallbladders were torn apart, and there was only one thought in their minds, to run away!

But they underestimated the witcher's shooting frequency of 0.4 seconds and the shooting range of more than [-] meters, and made the worst decision in life.

The five knights turned their horses' heads and divided them into five directions, and fled with their lives.

The witcher casually turned his head and wrist, his eyes were cold.

In the continuous sound of breaking through the air.

The three of them broke blood holes and died under the crossbow arrows.

And the sharp beak and sharp claws of the griffin tore the remaining two people apart.

……

The way home for East, Calanthe, and Vesekid became unimpeded.

They had been looking back, and at this moment they couldn't help slowing down, allowing the two saviors to catch up from behind!

Four horses run side by side.

A griffin soared in the sky behind them, scouting for pursuers.

Not far away, the endless sea reflects sparkling light.

The majestic walls of the city of Sintra and the fortress on the solitary cliff of the coast appeared at the end of the field of vision.

"Master Roy, Counselor Triss, why are you two together?" On the horse, the wind blew Calanthe's temples flying. Her figure fit the horse's back and undulated lightly, and her riding skills were extremely superb.