God-level Demon Hunter

"Don't worry, Shirley, this is just a nightmare..." The white wolf patted the girl's back softly, "Dreams and reality are usually the opposite, understand? Don't worry."

"You didn't lie to me?" Ciri looked at Geralt with hazy tears.

"Of course, I guarantee that nothing will happen to them. But now you talk about it carefully, what exactly did you see?"

……

The sea between the archipelago and the north.

The sky is full of dark clouds, lightning and thunder.

The torrential rain fell into the sea and was immediately swallowed by the raging waves!

A circular fleet of fifty warships advanced rapidly in the storm, sailing to the port of Sintra on the other side.

The ship's side broke through the white waves, and the sails were stretched to the extreme in the wind, revealing the coat of arms of silver sails on a red background.

A man in a shiny sealskin suit, with a figure as big as a grizzly bear, shouted orders and blew his whistle on the deck.

One by one the sailors furled the sails and masts, let down the anchor, and hid in the cabin.

A series of actions are orderly.

Six tall old men with beards hanging down their chests, wearing antler helmets, and carrying simple staffs stood on the bows of the six ships, their feet seemed to take root and sprout into the deck.

In the strong wind, their bodies remained motionless, their eyes were lightly closed, and they were chanting obscure, awkward, and ancient rhyme-filled mantras.

The spell was scattered in the roaring sea wind, roaring thunder, and waves beating against the hull.

Strands of emerald green magical aura immediately gushed out of the druid's body, converging at the top of the huge fleet, weaving a light green translucent mask to isolate the waves, heavy rain and strong wind.

The sound of the incantation became louder and louder, faintly suppressing all the surrounding sounds, and began to float above the turbulent sea!

Green magic soars into the sky, into the cloud-covered sky where silver snakes swim.

Like little hands from a lover, gently touching, comforting, and calming the anger of the heavens.

The method worked quickly, and it was visible to the naked eye that the dark cloud that overturned the torrential rain and lightning had broken a hole.

A bright light of the stars and the moon shines out from inside, illuminating the dark sea!

This sudden storm quickly developed in a good direction!

"Boom!"

A large and frightening flash of lightning flashed through the thick dark clouds, illuminating the entire North Sea, followed by continuous, muffled thunder that made the blood boil.

Several hazy reflections in cloaks loomed from behind the dark clouds, making strange sounds. It was the sound of several men and women compounded together, obviously opposing the druid's spell!

They gained the upper hand, and the gap that sprinkled the starlight closed again.

The wind was fiercer, lightning and thunder covered the sea, and the storm seemed to destroy the whole world.

The spells of the six druids paused, and quickly became more intense!

Float to the sky and sea.

The magic power of nature weaves a huge, translucent phantom under the rolling dark sky - a huge oak tree that connects the sea and the sky.

On the emerald green leaves, luxuriant branches, and quaint bark lines, a gentle green light flows indefinitely, exuding a calming power to appease everything. Just looking at it makes people feel at peace.

Even the wrath of nature subsided under the influence of this force.

A few muffled groans sounded in the dark clouds!

The hazy figure in the cloak vanished into thin air!

And the violent storm, lightning and thunder disappeared.

It was extremely miraculous, within 1 minute, the sky became cloudless again, the belt of Orion was clearly visible in the starry sky, and a bright moon was reflected in the center of the calm sea.

A peaceful and peaceful night sea sailing scene.

"Long live! Long live Master Mossak!"

"Long live Master Yiji!"

Fran of Skellige got out of the cabin, poured a mouthful of spirits into his mouth with his big black-haired hand, and hiccupped.

"Long live! Long live the Tajik Master!"

"Long live……"

Thousands of sailors on the deck then shouted,

The six bearded druids looked at each other across the sails, took off their hats and poured out the sea water, and bowed to the cheering sailors around them, five of them faded and quickly disappeared into the air middle.

Only Mossak was left, standing at the bow of the ship, looking at the distant port of Sintra with deep eyes.

"Brothers, set sail!" The burly sea boar Kratz Ann Clayt, with messy red hair, waved his hands, his eyes were full of fighting spirit, "Bypass the Sedna Abyss and reach Sintra!"

"The storm will not stop us! Nilfgaardian beasts will surely lose!"

Between the fleets, the sailors spread the masts, hoisted the sails, and lowered the anchors.

The ship cut through the waves smoothly.

Everyone hummed a passionate battle song.

"We love storms, the rough waves, and the blowing wind!"

"We have sailed across the North Sea long ago, but our flag has never been lowered!"

"Hi-yo! Hi-ho-ho! Ho-ho-ho! Our ship glides over the waves with fearsome fame!"

"We laugh at the enemy and all dangers, only at the bottom of the sea we find peace!"

The majestic singing crosses the ocean and reaches the land!

……

"It's a bad news. Six druids appeared on Skellige's fleet, all of them are sky controllers with profound mana. They solved the storm summoned by Weiss and the others cleanly! It caused their magic power to backfire, and they were seriously injured. "In the blue light curtain of the binoculars, a woman wearing a fox mask appeared, her feminine voice couldn't hide her frustration,

"And the fleet deliberately bypassed the Sedna Abyss. I almost suspect that there is a traitor hidden in our team."

Opposite the binoculars, the man wearing a wolf mask glanced at the glass cylinder and metal cover behind him, which had no effect at all, and a gloomy glint flashed in his eyes.

"Will the six sky controllers intervene in the war in Sintra City?"

"I don't think so... Storms are natural, wars are not," the woman said, "but when five thousand Skellige's pirates enter Cintra, the timing of the Empire's complete victory will undoubtedly be delayed by several days."

"After this battle, it will be even more difficult for His Majesty's army to take down Upper Soden in one go."

The woman's complaints have not stopped.

"There is also some bad news in the Manada Valley. Although the warriors of the empire won, they also paid a heavy price-the army has been reduced by more than 1 people, and it is almost a one-for-one exchange with Sintra. This is still a huge number. The result under the advantage is simply unimaginable."

The fox mask paused,

"In addition, a mysterious person briefly appeared on the battlefield, who possessed some kind of special space magic, and killed five of our mages in a row. The only surviving lady was severely frightened."

"Are you sure you're not joking with me?" The man looked directly into the woman's eyes with a solemn tone,

"I'll have to wait until the lady regains her composure to find out the details. It can't be ruled out that it's her first time on the battlefield, and she was too stimulated, leading to traumatic syndrome."

"In short, the road to the north this time is more difficult than imagined. I hope that you can condescend and lend a helping hand again..."

"I have taken a huge risk and paid a high price," the man said in a very displeased tone, "but your performance is really disappointing!"

"Let's do this first. I'll contact you after the battle in Sintra City is over." Without waiting for the other party to say more, he snapped his fingers and turned off the telescope.

"Lydia!"

"Of order, my lord." A woman wearing a phantom mask and a red gauze skirt came up from behind him.

"Help me contact Liens! When the city of Sintra is broken, make sure the target is safe." The wolf mask disappeared, revealing Vigfortz's unusually handsome face.

Even if Nilfgaard's Northern Expedition was blocked, he could not win over the Brotherhood of Warlocks and seize the power of the northern magic world.

But he must not miss that little angel!

Chapter 30 Siege

Early in the morning, just after dawn, a pale white light enveloped the half-moon-shaped port of Sintra.

The fleet from the archipelago docked here silently, and the red-backed silver sails, or the emblems intertwined with axes and swords, shone on the deep-sea behemoth-like hull and gradually retracting sails.

Tarred cedar masts soared into the sky like dense forests, crowding almost the entire harbor.

A group of heavily armed men as strong as a bear poured down the landing board in silence and quickly.

They are dressed very differently from land people, wearing dark cloaks, fluffy elbow pads and leg pads, checked wool belts around their waists, round shields on their backs, long swords around their waists, and a long sword in their hands. An ax with a handle, a wild horn helmet on the head, or a dome helmet, but there is a small nose guard between the eyes, which makes the face under the helmet a bit fierce.

The bushy beard and chest hair protruding from the placket swayed slightly between striding forward, and a sturdy breath rushed towards his face!

"Kretz, Tange, Dona..." East embraced those leading men with a full face of emotion. "May Goddess Freya bless you all, thank you for your help!"

"Uncle East, I haven't seen you for a year, why are you more haggard than a woman who just gave birth?" A big man with broad shoulders and messy red hair looked at him, with a worried expression on his face.

"I suffered a disastrous defeat." East shook his head sadly, the whole night's sleep made his eyes bloodshot and his forehead furrowed.

There are even a few white strands in the beard and hair, and the whole person seems to have aged several years overnight.

"I failed the expectations of the people of Sintra. The more than 1 warriors I brought with me were almost wiped out in Manada." Easter lowered his head and blamed himself, "Only me, a coward, escaped. on one's last legs!"

"If the champion of the three martial arts tournaments on the archipelago is a coward, then there is no real man in the world!" Sea Boar Kratz shook his head, "It's not your fault, we all understand that it was the Nilfgaardian beast who committed the crime." Heinous crime! We are here to help you recover this blood debt and let them go back to the south!"

"Kill the bastards of Nilfgaard!" The representatives of the seven major families raised their arms and echoed.

Kratz asked again, "By the way, why don't you see Aunt Calanthe?"

"She is in poor health and is recuperating in the castle." There was a trace of tenderness and worry in Easter's eyes. "Everyone, the situation is critical, so I won't talk nonsense, come with me!"

The next battle is imminent.

The scouts sent by East sent back bad news—after the Nilfgaardians won the victory in Manada, they marched towards the city of Sintra non-stop with a huge army, and did not set up camp for a moment to rest along the way.

They are determined to win the city of Sintra in one go.

At least half a day later, the army will approach the city.

……

East and a group of Cintra royals led [-] Skellige warriors ([-] stayed on the ship to prevent the enemy from sneaking in from the waterway) along the long street towards the city gate.

The wooden windows in the houses along the road were pushed open, revealing pairs of sad and timid eyes, all of which were women and children.

Ninety percent of the men in Sintra have gone to the battlefield, and their bones are still lying in the Manada Valley, being eaten by birds and beasts. The rest of the city are orphans and widows.

This group of menacing reinforcements lifted their spirits, but their heartache could not be healed, and they became even more disturbed!

……

The city of Sintra faces the sea on three sides, and a solid granite city wall with an average height of more than seven meters stands in front of it, facing the vast plain with dense vegetation.

A deep trench surrounded the city on the dark ground not far below.

Everyone stood on the battlements and looked around. The Sintra soldiers guarding the city had already made arrangements——

Stoves and cauldrons filled with fat are built every few steps beside the city, which can be heated at any time. In addition, piles of heavy basalt stones and logs hugged by two people are neatly placed.

These were used to snipe at intruders climbing the walls.

And the expensive iron gate in the center of the city wall has long been closed. Because of the special enchantment, its strength is far beyond that of ordinary iron, and it is basically impossible to break through from the outside.

In front of the gate, Triss, with her red hair tied behind her head and dressed in neat men's clothes, waved a magical light with her hands and cast a spell on the gate to further strengthen it.

Everyone looked past the sorceress and looked far away. On the vast plain, at the end of the horizon, a dark tide could be faintly seen coming here.

The Nilfgaardian army composed of heavily armored knights and black-clothed infantry is rapidly approaching, and dense silver sun-wheel flags are fluttering in the wind!

"Get ready, we have a fierce battle to fight!" Kratz Ann Clayt turned around, suddenly pulled out the sword at his waist and raised it above his head with a solemn expression, "The brothers of the Clayt family will go up first, and the rest of the brothers Rest and prepare for rotation."

……

Sintra Castle, a luxurious and extravagant bedroom.

Calanthe sat quietly on the bed, recalling the instructions of the priestess of Freya, with a complicated expression, both surprise and panic.

The accidental child, the child...

It's not the right time to come.

For the first time, this woman who was over forty years old felt distraught, struggling violently in her mind.

What should she do next?Put all one's eggs in one basket for her husband, kingdom, and people, or should she live for the child in her womb?