God-level Demon Hunter

"Stop! Don't say that!" Roy was taken aback. The person who said he would buy him a drink last time has become "Rotten Tomatoes". It will be all right!"

He changed the subject abruptly,

"Is the Keldra you speak of a fort on Great Skellige?"

"That's right, that is the strongest fortress in Skellige, and it now belongs to my lord Kratz!"

"Then is there another Udvik Island?"

"You are very knowledgeable."

"Your Excellency Floren, it's best not to go there in the future. It seems that there are frost giants living there, and they may wake up at any time."

After Roy's words fell to the ground, he disappeared without warning, and a red-haired sorceress squatting on the ground leaning against the city gate was revealed behind him.

Her condition was not very good, her originally delicate hair was soaked in sweat, exuding an unpleasant smell, sticking together in bunches, her head was wrapped in a white bandage, which went around her chin, and there was a trace of blood.

Make that charming face look a little weird.

At this time, the pair of cornflower eyes stared blankly at the front of her body, her lips were lightly pursed, like a young girl in her arms.

"Your Excellency, is your injury serious?"

"Just take a break. I'm sorry, but I can't stop this hailstorm."

"I have seen it all. There are ten people on the opposite side. You have tried your best."

"Ah."

Triss was seldom so sad,

The main reason is precisely this increasingly dangerous war.

Secondly, since she was rescued in Manada, she didn't have the long conversation she expected - the demon hunters have been fighting on the city wall for the past two days, barely closing their eyes.

During the period, I only took a few hours to describe the grand scene of the Novigrad Brotherhood with Triss, without mentioning whether there was any special feeling at all.

But she was keenly aware that the other person's eyes would occasionally stay for a while as they glanced over her body, like a normal man.

He also allowed himself, in the dead of night, to rest his forehead against his back, just like he did just now.

He should feel a little bit about himself.

It's just that this is a helpless war.

"Ah, such a goddamn spell!" Furlun looked at the sky, and the natural disaster became more and more intense.

Silver snakes swim among the dark clouds of the town, thunder roars!

The surrounding houses began to shake from their foundations, and even the ground in the city began to shake.

Devastating hail hit everything in Sintra.

At this moment, the Sintra people hiding under the eaves felt a sense of desolation.

Not only civilians, but also East, representatives of the Seven Isles of Skellige, Queen Calanthe, Ciri...

"Sintra, is the end approaching?"

"Shua—" A golden figure flashed through the hail.

Roy dragged a bloody Cintra soldier back to the city gate.

However, this time he was a step too late. The Sintra man, whose face was flushed by the sea wind, fell to the ground, spitting blood, and swallowed his last breath in front of them with wide-eyed eyes.

"Alas..." Roy sighed, his bruised and swollen cheeks appeared sad.

Although he prefers to kill the Black Armor Army and enjoys the thrill of gaining experience, he didn't regard the defenders of Sintra as his own at first.

However, after two days of fighting side by side, he has to admit that he has a little more sense of identity with these people who are willing to take risks for them.

Watching these comrades die one by one, a huge depression and haze enveloped his heart, making him a little out of breath.

Triss couldn't help holding his hand with both hands as if comforting.

But it does not have the rough toughness caused by frequent fighting as imagined.

But smooth and delicate.

"Do you two think this battle can be won?" Fran's pale face was full of confusion.

"Whether you can win or not, the people of Nilfgaard must pay the price!"

The sky suddenly began to light up.

From beyond the city of Cintra came the sound of a vast incantation, and the sun appeared through the slits in the clouds.

The druid Mossak finally lifted the dark clouds in the sky at the height of the hailstorm.

The hailstones shone brightly behind the rising sun, but the worst momentum was over.

and weaken rapidly.

The ten warlocks completed their mission and retreated into the army.

And the tide-like black armor army strikes again!

……

Roy and Floren looked at each other, raised the hand crossbow and longbow and walked up the city wall again!

……

From this day on, large-scale spell strikes became Nilfgaard's fixed moves, and they had to be aimed at Sintra City at least once a day, but the time to launch them varied.

Strong wind, heavy rain, hail... or in the night, or in the morning, or at noon.

After the Sintra soldiers made preparations, not many people were killed by spells, but the houses and facilities in the city were severely damaged.

And after each spell, the three conventional defensive routines all failed, and a large number of black armor troops took the opportunity to land from the ladder.

In addition, the Nilfgaardian army has already taken precautions against Roy's flickering.

He no longer had the opportunity to flash kill mages or break into enemy camps.

What made him even more disturbed was that he always felt that someone was watching him in the dark, and the snake pendant often vibrated for no reason.

He guessed that it was the mage who mastered the confinement spell, or someone else, who made him feel as if he was stabbed in the back, and did not dare to act rashly.

He could only stand guard at the battlements with ordinary soldiers, swinging his sword and shooting, swinging his sword and shooting.

For seven whole days, except for the two hours of meditation to restore magic power and physical strength, killing and injury were repeated at other times, and even eating was carried out between intervals.

Experience is full again.

Demon Hunter Lv11 (10900/10500)

He couldn't remember how many people he had killed. He had more blood stained in this war than in the two years since he left Kaye Village.

Eighth day.

The top and bottom of the city wall were covered with a thick layer of blood and meat, which could be called a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The Nilfgaardian mages made the final assault.

Their witchcraft could not break through the enchanted city gate guarded by Triss, so they aimed at the towering city wall, after many days of preparation.

Team up to unleash a forbidden spell!

Roy, covered in sweat and blood, only had time to flash to the side of the city gate, beside Triss.

Looking up at the sky.

A meteorite that radiated intense light and heat, the size of a house, drilled out of the clouds in the sky, and bombarded the central city wall heavily.

"Boom!"

Loud noises and shocks.

Gravel splashed, dust filled the air, and countless defenders were smashed into charred pieces of meat.

The Cintra people who were ignited by the flames screamed and rolled all over the ground, scurrying and falling down like headless chickens!

Thick smoke enveloped the small half of Sintra city.

After the smoke, a large hole was opened in the impenetrable wall, and a deep hole was torn in Sintra's defense line.

The sunset glow was stained red with flesh and blood, cruelly floating in the sky above the gap.

A thick and desolate horn sounded!

The Nilfgaardians, who had been stopped outside the city for eight days, rushed into the city like a flood from the upper reaches.

Huge wings fluttered from the top of the helmet, and the silver sun flag behind him filled the sky.

……

Devastated.

Triss felt weak for a while, and her body suddenly collapsed.

The blue eyes emptied and lost focus, and crystal clear liquid poured out of them.

Someone hugged her to keep her from falling.

She found that it was Roy, his voice trembling, full of hatred and unwillingness.

He undoubtedly put her behind his back and ran wildly, so tight and steady.

Chapter 33 Change

Sintra City.

The peaceful and prosperous scene of the past was shattered.

The town was in flames.

Thick smoke and ash spewed out from the narrow alleys in all directions, and the fire engulfed the tightly clustered thatched huts and the corpses of the citizens, licking the outer walls of the houses.

The remaining [-] burly Skelliges and Cintra soldiers fought with Nilfgaardian horsemen at the cracks in the city walls, wielding knives and battle axes.

Trying to block this huge gap with flesh and blood.

However, several days of continuous battlement battles had exhausted most of the defenders' physical and energy, and they quickly fell into a disadvantage.

Countless war horses, wearing black horse ornaments fluttering in the wind, leaped into their fragile phalanx like demon spirits, and the riders' cold-shining sharp blades quickly harvested the heads of the defenders.

The attackers had more than enough power to separate out a black torrent, bypassing the defense line, and pouring directly into the residences of citizens in the city, killing all creatures in sight, snatching all valuable things, and then burning everything with a fire...

Not far behind the first line of defense, at the entrance of the alley to the east.

The red-haired female sorceress shot out a pale flame from her bristling fingers, making a crackling sound like a whip, and burned a Nilfgaardian who was being violent. blister.

Burning flesh gave off a stench of scorching.

Roy rushed to a black armor soldier holding a spear in the corner of the alley, cut off the shaft of the spear and a few fingers of the soldier holding the spear with a sword, and twisted his body on the tip of his toes.

The soldier covered a long gash in his neck, and fell to his knees gushing blood.

"Let's go, Xiao Te, killing a few people won't help!" Roy flicked his wrist to shake off the blood beads on the sword, and looked around. A dying woman was lying in a nearby gutter, spitting blood from her internal organs. There were also dead bodies of children hanging upside down from beams and stakes.

"Cintra is over, it's time to leave. Go to the castle, open the portal, and return to Vizima!"

"You have tried your best, if you don't leave, you will never have a chance."

"No!" Triss rushed forward shaking her head screaming, Hong Brown hair shaking in her mind, spraying flames on her palm, a pillar of fire across the air knocked away a black armored soldier pouring into the alley, she seemed to be an incarnation For the Fire Goddess, yell and attack.

But more black-armored soldiers poured in, and the eyes under the flying wing helmet swept across the graceful sorceress, gleaming with greed, like jackals thirsting for flesh and blood.

"Whoosh-"

A crossbow bolt whizzed past her ear, and the second shot hit her thigh, and she felt weak and weak all over.

Then, a warm embrace wrapped everything behind her, she closed her eyes, tears wet her eyes.

With the sorceress on his back, the witcher shuttled through the alley at an astonishingly fast speed, killing the scattered black-armored soldiers blocking the way and temporarily saving the howling refugees.

He finally snatched a black steed, hugged the sorceress, and the two rode to the castle on the lonely cliff on the coast!

……

King East of Sintra and Kratz of the Archipelago led more than 20 defenders, fighting with the Nilfgaardians on the street, fighting and retreating.

"East, let's go back to Skellige together!" Kratz split the forehead of a Nilfgaardian with an axe, and the splashed blood stained his cheeks and red beard. Sintra Castle, "Listen to me, save your life and settle accounts with them in the future!"

"We have done our best. It is a miracle that we have stopped the Nilfgaardians for so long!"