God-level Demon Hunter

"Grandma! Call grandpa up, let's go to Nuocheng together!" A chirping voice interrupted her reverie, and the little princess flung herself beside her coquettishly shaking her arm, "I'm scared alone, I don't want to go! "

"Be obedient, Siri! Now is not the time to mess around, leave with the two masters immediately!" Calanthe glanced at White Wolf and Roy, and gave them a wink.

Geralt was still in a daze, and hadn't recovered from the news of Geron's death.

Unconsciously, he lightly pressed Ciri's shoulder.

"No! I'm not going anywhere!" Ciri burst into tears suddenly, her little face flushed. "I heard that Cintra lost the battle, and everyone is dying!"

"If you leave, I will never see you again! Woohoo, I won't leave unless you are with me!"

"Who told you?!" Calanthe's face changed, and a trace of anger and sadness flashed in his emerald green eyes. He just wanted to hide it, but shook his head.

"Ciri, grandma doesn't want to lie to you. Cintra did encounter some troubles. But it's all temporary. When we win the final victory, Easter and I will go to Novigrad to visit you and be obedient."

Roy's eyelids twitched, and a look of unbearable expression appeared on his face.

"Since I can win, why don't you let me stay? And I've seen it all, everyone will suffer, besides, and Luo..." Shirley muttered sadly,

"What do you see?"

"Anyway, didn't you say that there are no cowards and cowards in Cintra, and Ciri is not a coward. Ciri will stay with you in the castle until victory!"

"Shut up! Geralt, Roy, take her away!"

"I swear, if you force me to leave today, I will sneak away. I would rather be a wild child than a deserter!" Ciri turned suddenly and grinned at Geralt and Roy, revealing a set of fine teeth, like Roaring like an angry cat, "Whoever dares to 'kidnap me', I will hate him forever!"

The white wolf's heart trembled, and he looked at Roy next to him, who felt helpless and had a feeling of being right.

He promised the Brotherhood and Coral to bring Geralt and Ciri back.

Since Ciri wanted to stay longer, it was only logical for him to stay longer.

Ciri lay beside Calanthe's knee, with her small face pillowed on her knee, and looked at her with tears in her eyes, "Let me stay... Woohoo, let's go together!"

Calanthe bowed her head in silence, just stroking her stomach under the red silk robe.

She hasn't figured out what to do with the baby in her womb.

"Your Majesty, let her stay," Geralt said, with a tinge of bitterness in his hoarse voice.

He touched the one-time teleportation crystal in his arms.

As long as it is within the castle, he is [-]% sure to take Ciri away.

Calanthe let out a long sigh.

"Master Geralt, please protect Ciri well for the remaining few days."

"The old man is here to help!" Mossac, who was wearing an antler helmet and a staff, came in from the door, "Let's take care of this little guy until she reaches her destiny."

"Then it's your fault."

"As for you, Master Roy, if you are willing," Calanthe stared at the face of the young demon hunter, with a hint of complaint in his helplessness, "Go help Advisor Triss and protect her safety."

"Cintra's enchanted city gate is mainly maintained by her!"

"As long as the city gate is not broken, the people of Nilfgaard will never come in!"

"I'm happy to help..." Roy had no reason to miss the opportunity to gain experience.

"Dude, be careful and try not to take any risks." Geralt suddenly patted his companion on the shoulder with a sullen face,

Roy nodded, but felt strange in his heart.When did this arrogant man know how to care for others?

……

The sun fell completely into the horizon, and night fell over the land.

Nilfgaard's attack is on schedule!

At a moment when everything should be quiet, the west coastline is as noisy as daytime.

Beside the majestic city walls of Sintra, the beating firelight illuminated busy figures.

The city was stomping up and down, crowded with people, and the countless black armored troops were like a group of well-disciplined worker ants. They were divided into dozens of teams at the same time, quickly pushing the ladders equipped with rollers, grapples, and shields, across the trenches, and towards different directions on the city wall. advance!

At the same time, a group of Nilfgaardian archers fired densely packed rockets into the city.

But most of them were blocked by the well-prepared defenders.

The islanders with strong stature stood behind every ladder hooking the city. They wore seal skin tights and ax blades pinned to their waists, shining in the firelight. One of them held a shield, and the other two carried heavy logs. As soon as the black-armored target protruding from the ladder let go——

Amidst the dull sound, the log rolled down against the ladder,

"Crack!"

There was a crisp fracture sound, and the Heijiajun who bore the brunt was knocked off the ladder, fell to the ground on his back and spit out blood, his chest was sunken, and his wrists and ankles were horribly twisted.

When the bumpy rolling log fell vertically from the middle of the ladder, it even smashed several unlucky ghosts under the city wall into meatloaf!

……

Some islanders simply raised their head-sized basalt rocks and threw them down directly.

With a city wall over seven meters long, under the support of huge inertia, the Nilfgaardian who was hit by the gravel immediately fell to the ground with a howl, and a conspicuous dent was exposed on the sturdy helmet.

Some were hit on the chest and back, and the broken bones broke through the internal organs in reverse, and died slowly from internal bleeding.

……

Some of the islanders wore thick heat-insulating cotton armor and cotton gloves. They overturned the oil pan full of boiling oil with their hands like pushing wheels, and poured it head-on on the black armored army on the ladder.

"Zizi-"

The bright yellow hot oil fell like a torrential rain, becoming a nightmare for all the black armor soldiers.

The soldiers standing under the city wall, whenever they were touched by the splashing liquid, smoked all over their bodies immediately, and the wounds smelled like fried meat, red and festered.

The hot oil may not be as lethal as the rolling log, but as long as it gets a little bit on it, it will roll all over the ground in pain and lose its combat power on the spot. Only the Nilfgaardian who raised his shield survived.

……

"Whizzing--"

The continuous vibration of the bowstring!

Wearing blue armor and wearing a coat of arms with three lions on a blue background, a total of [-] Sintra infantrymen kept attacking the intruders hitting the city wall like waves!

Most of the arrows were counteracted by the hard armor and helmet of the man in black. Even if someone fell to the ground occasionally, his companions would immediately rush forward and send them back to the Nilfgaardian barracks for treatment.

Crossbows do limited damage, especially at night in low light, but that's just for most average marksmen.

Among the tense-looking Cintra guards, there is a strange one——

A slender man with strange-colored pupils, wearing Sintra's blue chain mail, but wearing a pair of tight leather pants, dressed in a nondescript manner.

Swim back and forth around the city.

The position on the battlements is suitable for both offense and defense, and he continuously aimed at the crowded black armor army below and pulled the trigger.

The arrows drilled out of the crossbow almost connected into a silver thread.

Amid the sound of breaking through the air, people continued to fall down.

But soon, someone in the Nilfgaardian army noticed this sharpshooter and launched a key strike!

A black-clothed crossbowman hiding behind the trench had a flash of light in his eyes, and shot an arrow at the city gate.

The arrow grazed Roy's body and shattered Kunn's shield.

He stomped his head towards the city, and suddenly outlined the five fingers of his left hand. When the golden light covered his body again, he pulled the trigger with his right hand!

"Whoosh-"

The arrow dragged its meteor-like tail feathers and turned a corner in the night sky.

The sneak attacking crossbowman burst out a bloody flower from one eye, and fell to the ground without saying a word.

"It's time to kill!"

Roy took a deep breath, poked his head out beside the battlements, and put on a crossbow shooting posture that had been tried and tested. His pupils shone like cats, and his eyes penetrated the night, sweeping towards the other prostrate Nilfgaardian crossbowmen and archers beside the trenches.

The sounds of shouting and killing, the sound of sharp knives cutting, the sound of boiling oil scalding flesh and flesh, and the sound of logs crushing bones all became deaf ears.

He moved his right index finger.

A crossbowman flew backwards, hit the side of the trench, and collapsed, blood splattering the clay like a blooming rose.

"Brother over there, good at archery!" An islander less than half a meter away from Roy whistled in admiration.

Suddenly he lifted a black stone, the muscles under his arms were bulging, his face was flushed, his nose was trembling, and he looked into the distance and threw it away.

Bang!

Under the city wall, the helmets of the two black armor soldiers were dented and they fell to the ground.

"You're not bad either!"

Arrows rained down from the trenches and shot at Roy, and the Nilfgaardian archers finally caught him.

An arrow flew by, scraping a few marble shards from the battlements and ricocheting in front of Quen's shield.But Roy didn't move at all this time, pulling the trigger calmly and calmly.

"Whoosh-"

There was another exclamation from the trench, but it was immediately drowned out by the shouts of killing.

An archer collapsed to the ground like a puppet, brains and blood splattered on his companions.

More shooters returned fire in Roy's direction.

"Whoosh-"

A crossbow arrow hit Quen's magic shield and was bounced off again.

Roy blew away a strand of hair covering his eye and pulled the trigger.

The bowstring buzzed.

One of the shooters who fought back screamed in pain, clutching the bloody hole in his chest, bent down, and knelt down in Roy's direction, like a devout believer who worshiped the gods.

The shooters in the trenches became restless.

More than 30 meters away, there were seven or eight companions on my side, and the opponent was alone. However, after a fight, the opponent was unscathed, but our own suffered heavy losses!

And his arrows are surprisingly powerful, unless they hit the limbs, the arrows in other parts will definitely kill him. His arrows can also turn strangely, track the target, and it is difficult to dodge.

Immediately, two guys hesitated, and hid under the trench and huddled together.

But more people were aroused to be competitive and chose to continue shooting against Roy!

5 minute later.

Beside the city wall of Sintra, in the southeast ditch, the eight Nilfgaardian shooters were all turned into cold corpses. The death patterns were surprisingly consistent, and a terrifying hole was opened in their bodies!

And Roy only got an arrow in his right arm!

Without changing his face, he took out the barbed arrowhead, exhaled, and poured some strong wine on the wound!

Turning around, "whoosh—"

The arrow pierced the air.

A black armored soldier who tried to slash the islander's neck with a sword vainly fell down the ladder with blood on his side face!

"Goddess Freya! Dude, Jon Itusek owes you my life!" The bearded man touched his neck with lingering fear, grinning and showing his big yellow teeth, and said gratefully, "Can you tell your name? After the battle , I invite you to drink!"

"Ochs! Then it's settled!"

After a small episode, the two rejoined the battle.

……

Shoot, keep shooting.

Time flies in war.

Up and down the battlements, wave after wave of bloody corpses were dragged away. Since the Nilfgaardians took advantage of the night to attack, time quietly transitioned to the early morning of the next day.

The Black Armored Army dropped countless corpses.

On the other hand, the Sintra people on the defensive side, relying on their positional advantages and various fortifications, suffered only a quarter of the opponent's casualties.

Roy gasped after lying on the ground, his face glowing red with excitement.

Throughout the night, he shot more than [-] crossbow bolts, and the fingers wearing the trigger were worn out, and the "activation" was also used to restore physical strength.

He couldn't remember exactly how many Black Armors he had shot and killed, but the experience came quietly - Demon Hunter Lv10 (9000/8500).