God-level Demon Hunter
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"Demon hunters are divided into several schools because of different ideas, so can't warlocks be divided into two schools because of their nature?" The female sorceress explained in a crisp voice, "Men and women are inherently different, whether it is the details of life or the practice of magic. The talent shown in the
"To borrow the words of my good friend Margarita - magic requires patience, delicacy, intelligence, prudence and perseverance, not to mention humility and calm, and tolerance for frustration and failure. And ambition is the bane of you men. You always pursue what you know you can't get, but you ignore what you can get."
"In other words, you men are full of courage and innovative spirit, but you are so ambitious, like a mess of loose sand, it is difficult to manage... and women are more modest, study piously, know how to obey the spirit, and are more suitable for the art of magic! Magic competitions that have been going on for many years Among them, Aretuza won by a large score! This is the evidence of the fact!"
"Wait, Ms. Yennefer," Oakes shook his head, "Why do I feel that you are putting gold on women's faces! Let me give a counterexample, so why don't many women survive the grass trial and become demon hunters?"
"Don't pay attention to this idiot!" Serrit gave his brother a disdainful look, and nodded at the sorceress, "Go ahead."
"In short, because of the blind and arrogant nature of men, there are often students who fail to graduate from the Ben Ade Academy of Magic... and it is basically impossible for these magic students who are not graduating to join the Brotherhood of Warlocks, so they become the intelligence of various northern countries The meat and potatoes of the institution."
"The intelligence agencies of various countries have been recruiting magic students and training them to be spies and killers. Think about it, they not only master magic, but also have extraordinary skills and martial arts... They can accomplish many things that ordinary people can't do. Tough task!"
"So you mean, this Riens works for Kaedwen's intelligence agency?" Vesemir stroked the well-groomed beard on his chin, which was tied into a bundle with a blue bag. It was Marina The countess' masterpiece.
"Our group of overwhelmed demon hunters have been exposed to the eyes of a certain country?" Escal wiped his nose.
"Don't be so pessimistic." Yennefer said in a steady voice, "I will contact Ben Ade's acquaintances, ask about the origin of this Riens, and then follow the clues to find its source."
"Acquaintance of Ben Ade, is he a sorcerer?" Lambert looked between Geralt and the sorceress, who was inexplicably tense, gloating, "Please save some face for the white wolf when the time comes .”
"Don't mess around at a time like this!" Geralt interrupted him, "If there is a country behind Riens, then we can't reverse the will of a country, we can't make them give up looking for Ciri and achieve their political goals !"
"we can only--"
"Get Ciri away!" Kayan said in a deep voice, the scarlet pupils under the hood flickered coldly, "Little girl should go to a quiet place where she will not be disturbed, and temporarily avoid the limelight. Yes, and Geralt! "
At this moment, a thought arose in everyone's mind, and their eyes turned to the sorceress...
Ye Naifa shook her black hair, and the tip of her raised hair looked like a poisonous snake.
"You are really cruel. How long has the ugly girl been here? You want her to return to a lonely life? If the chicks want to fly high in the storm, they must first get enough love and care."
"You have misunderstood, Ye..." Geralt looked at him, his eyes twinkled, and there was a trace of shame caused by concealment on his dull cheeks, "Actually, Ciri wanted to leave, did she tell you, She wants to go see someone in Skellige?"
"Who?"
"Honorable lady, you must keep it secret..." Vesemir said something difficult to say on behalf of the student, "This news is a bit unusual."
"Okay, respected Master Demon Hunter, I swear that I will never reveal it to the outside world, otherwise I will die alone and never have children of my own."
The demon hunters met in mid-air, silent for a moment,
Geralt spoke.
"Ciri's grandmother, Calanthe, is still alive and is visiting King Skelly Jabran's palace."
"What did you say?" The black-clothed sorceress held her breath and looked straight into the white wolf's eyes, with a look of extreme shock on her pale pretty face.
"You heard me right, Calanthe is in Skellige!"
"Oh...God, the queen of Cintra is alive?" Ye Naifa shook his head while holding his forehead, "Let me slowly... unbelievable, I can't understand."
Numerous chaotic thoughts and pictures emerged in the sorceress' mind.
A truce between the Northern Kingdoms and Nilfgaard is imminent.
If the news came out at this juncture, the queen who should have perished along with Sintra was still alive.
Will the peace agreement be signed?
Since the queen is still alive, why not stand up and tell the world with the help of Skelly Jie?
What concerns does she have?
……
"Ye, I know you have a lot of questions. After we bring Ciri to see Calanthe, you can ask her face to face. Don't be surprised. You have been taking Ciri all this time. She is very convinced by you. Open your mouth Keep your mouth shut because of what Ms. Yennefer said." Geralt showed a hint of envy in his tone, looked at his former lover, and begged, "But I hope you will visit Skellige as her teacher, friend, and relative. Rather than being a member of the Warlock Brotherhood or a magical advisor to the Kingdom."
The sorceress took a deep breath, Linglong's chest rose and fell, and she cleared her throat,
"I understand... Masters, please believe me, I will never allow anyone to hurt the ugly girl with a finger, and treat her relatives equally! I swear!"
The warm scene with Ciri appeared again in the sorceress' mind.
There was a determined smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Then, next, I have a suggestion..." Leto slammed his right fist on the table to get everyone to focus, "Ms. Yennefer, take Geralt and Ciri to Kailijie to meet Calanthe , Avoid the limelight, um, use the portal to avoid changes in the middle. By the way, contact Ben Ade's acquaintances to find out the origin of that Riens!"
"As for us—" Lei Suo looked around at the dozen or so pairs of beast-like vertical pupils flickering with dim light, "we can't run away like a lost dog just because someone is coming to our door."
"This piece of land, Gawain's house, and these houses are all the painstaking efforts of everyone."
"Let's stay and take a good look at the house. Of course, we must first make sufficient preparations in advance! Deal with that Liens and his followers!"
"Guys, although I think we overreacted a bit, that Liens is a worthless nobody, and he was scared to death! But don't worry, leave it to me!" Lambert suppressed his hippie smile, patted his chest, and said solemnly , "Aiden and I will watch the whole Nordic city more carefully! Gawain's men have been learning swordsmanship from us for more than a year, and they should also take a walk. They are happy to help."
"And this time, I promise to keep an eye on Dandelion and never let him go out to make trouble again!"
"Leave the safety around the school to us..." Oakes put his chin on the backs of his overlapping hands, and looked at Serritt, "We and a few hunting apprentices will set up traps, as long as outsiders dare to step into the woods, they will surely Leave them dead!"
"Not enough! Gorfin can help guard in the alder forest. It is very smart and understands what we mean." Kayan added, "In addition, I will ask Evelyn to help her with her plant friends and beast friends. housekeeper!"
"Tomorrow, everyone will go to the alchemy room to get a set of alchemy potions..." Lei Suo looked around the crowd, "The research between me and Master Kalkstein has improved a bit, several improved potions, decoctions, and Roy The life potion and magic power potion brought back from Skyrim Province are enough!"
A flash of memory flashed in Vesemir's eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up. He liked this kind of scene where his companions were united and united, "The old man should help too. I'll discuss with Cluff tomorrow to suspend research and improvement. , make every effort to create school suits, to ensure that every buddy can wear the best equipment! Deal with the possible enemies in the best condition!"
"Ok!"
Everyone nodded in unison.
"Let me tell Iggsena that from today onwards, we will live in the school to protect the children." Cohen, Escal, and Vulture exchanged glances. "As the last line of defense, the five reserve brats can deal with a few of you!"
"Everyone, I have a suggestion as a way out." Yennefer's violet eyes swept over everyone's faces, and she was amazed. She would never believe that a group of demon hunters from different schools and ideas could unite in one place. Together.
"Since Triss and Coral are not here for the time being. Before I leave with Ciri and Geralt, I will set up a fixed portal in the meeting room of Gawain House, leading to this laboratory. If there is any danger, let the child We escaped through the portal first. Of course, you are responsible for the funds of the portal."
"Then it's settled!"
"Everyone, be mentally prepared, there will be a tough time ahead!" Serritt stretched out his hand, placed it in the center of the round table, looked around everyone, and said firmly, "If Liens and the forces behind him dare to extend their hands Come here, then let's give him a good look and let him become disabled and lie in a coffin!"
"Do you want to contact Roy?" Cohen asked.
"The little ghost has another mission, and his troubles are much more serious than ours!" Lei Suo pondered, "Having said that, I don't know how he is progressing, has he found his target?"
Chapter 15 Indalsfair Isle
Roy rowed in the ice sea for three days and arrived at Indalsfair Island, the easternmost of the archipelago.
It is the smallest of the seven islands of the Skellige Archipelago - a patchwork of rural villages and a patchwork of shrubs and woods surrounding the island.
But this three-inch land is also the birthplace of islander culture. Freya altars can be seen everywhere. There is a beautiful temple in the center of the island, which is located at the height of a long staircase. Creeper, gray-brown ivy.An owl is dozing on the eaves, perhaps it is a sacred animal called by the goddess.
A sacred garden surrounds the temple, flowers bloom all year round, and several saplings are carefully trimmed.
Under the bright sunshine and the sound of birdsong, young priestesses in white robes fed chickens, farmed, and communicated with believers or tourists in the garden with small bridges and flowing water, accompanied by several local guides.
The Freya disciples of Kovir and Povis, who are thousands of miles away, have reached a long-term cooperation agreement with the priestesses on the island. Tour package.
And Roy realized that at this point in time, Mokwag, the notorious and most ferocious pirate in the Later Islands, had not come to the island to wreak havoc on the temple, kill the priests, and then be cursed, put on wolf skins, and fall into starvation purgatory forever .
Everything is nice and quiet.
But this is not his destination.
He left the temple and quickly came to Lovten Village in the north. Triss told him that the Archmage Ortoran, who had a connection with Idalan, lived in seclusion in the village.
Surrounded by wooden fences, there are more than 30 simple wooden houses in the village. In the morning, most of the men are still fishing at sea. In the yard, only women in aprons can be seen drying dried fish and washing clothes in wooden basins. On the bronze arms under the sleeves, the muscles are comparable to those of men.
The old man was lying lazily on the wicker chair and basking in the sun.
The runny-nosed child hopped around in circles with the dog.
The villagers in the radish field outside the village noticed the witcher, but they were already familiar with the many tourists.
"God bless Freya! Good morning, do you need a tour guide?" While Roy was still observing the village, a young man with a fiery red fox fur around his neck walked up to him, with a green stubble With a warm smile on his face, "I will give you the best price, and I will take you to visit the wonderful scenery of the island, visit temples, pray to the supreme Freya, and taste local specialties. It only costs 2 days a day. Crown."
The witcher glanced at him, and his eyes under the sunglasses flashed thoughtful. Triss didn't know Ortolan's alias, so he could only find a way to find it by himself.
"Then how about starting from Luofuteng Village, and how about introducing the villagers from door to door?"
There was a look of surprise in the young man's eyes when he heard this.
"To be honest, I am Linus Peet, a professor of social relations and environmental biology from Niubao," the witcher said nonsense with a smile on his face, "I am very familiar with the culture, customs, and family structure of the archipelago." interested."
"Professor of Oxenfurt University?" The young man was shocked at first. This guy was wearing a black cloak, and he was mysterious. He was more like a mercenary... He had a fart relationship with cultural people.
"The topic I am currently researching is the relationship between the family structure, eating habits, and the number of rare bluefin tuna in the Skellige Islands... At present, the investigation of Udvik Island has been completed, and the relationship with the Todaloqu family The blacksmith has conducted in-depth exchanges, and the situation is not optimistic."
"Stop!" A trace of dizziness flickered in the young man's eyes, as if a large number of mysterious spells were forcibly stuffed into his mind, he was instantly convinced, "Then it's up to you, Professor Linus Peet! Two crowns, I'll take you around India Dallesfair!"
……
"Ahem," the tour guide Clotte cleared his throat, and pointed to a wooden house with two trees planted in a courtyard on the left, "This is the house of Uva, the most respected lord of our Lovten village, the priest of the goddess Freya." Home... The chief priest dedicated his life to the goddess, never married and had children, and prayed for the people of Indalsfair day and night. His actions are admirable."
Roy glanced at the clean white priest clothes drying on the ropes in the yard.
"Everyone in the islands respects the goddess Freya?"
Clotte gave "Linus Pete" a strange look when he heard the words. The dignified professor actually asked such a mentally retarded question, but kept a smile on his face.
"Of course, Your Excellency, when the ancestor of the Skelliges arrived in the archipelago, Autokel was caught in a storm and almost died at sea. Fortunately, the goddess of mercy gave him a windpipe and let him blow the windpipe to calm the storm. Ou Only Turkel could land on the island under our feet safely and multiply... Only then did the Skellige people... From then on, my compatriots began to believe in the goddess Freya..."
The respect in Clotte's brown eyes turned into contempt,
"Disrespecting the goddess means betraying the ancestors, so can you still be called a human being?"
The witcher smiled and asked,
"How did I hear that Skellige's fleet often plundered the temples of other gods, such as Meritelli and Owen, the father of the sky..."
Clotte grinned and showed his white teeth, and said as it should, "Robbery is Skellige's tradition, and we only respect Freya. The other so-called gods are meaningless to us!"
"What if the islanders offend Freya?"
"Then he will be spurned and hostile by all his compatriots, and the curse of life will accompany him for life!"
……
"This is the home of Uncle Mansur, a blacksmith in Lovten Village..."
"How does it compare to Todaro?"
"You think highly of him. Todaroqu is Skellige's pride, and Uncle Mansur, hehe, I'm not belittling him. At most, he can help us fishermen sharpen harpoons, repair fishing nets, and make some hoes and iron basins .”
……
"This is the home of Uncle Migiti. His wife is amazing and gave birth to quintuplets for him. In order to commend her contribution to Indalsfair, our lord Dona Ann Sinda, every Monthly provide food and clothing for her until the five children are all grown up."
Clotte looked at the little guy wearing crotch pants and sitting on the mud pile playing in the yard, envy flashed in his eyes, then he hammered his chest with his right hand, and bowed towards the center of the yard, "Unfortunately, Uncle Mijiti followed me a few months ago. Together with Lord Kratz, he supported Cintra's brothers and resisted the invasion of the Nilfgaardian Black Armor Army, but they never returned. Even the bones were ruined by Nilfgaardian beasts."
Clotte said solemnly,
"But his soul must have been thrown into Freya's arms."
It was only then that Roy remembered that in the Battle of Sintra, Skellige sent dozens of dragon boats to support them, and suffered heavy casualties as well, with less than one-tenth of the people returning.But during this time, he didn't feel too much sadness from the islanders.
Perhaps for the islanders, death in battle is not a sad thing.
Somewhat similar to the Nords in Skyrim.
……
"This house..." Clotte walked to the east end of existence, outside a slightly dilapidated wooden house, the yard outside the house was full of weeds, the walls were covered with crystal spider webs, and the walls were cracked, obviously no one lived in them for a long time .
"Ortoran used to live in this house."
"What did you say?" The witcher's pupils shrank.
"Ortoran."
"Tsk tsk," Roy sighed inwardly, how proud that archmage must be, living in seclusion in the countryside without even bothering to change his name.
But after thinking about it, he was right. How could the honest Skelliger fishermen and peasants recognize his true identity?
"Can you tell me carefully what Ortolan looks like and what is his personality?" The witcher walked into the dilapidated hut, the ceiling and beams were covered with dust, and the surroundings were empty, with only a few worm-eaten items remaining. There are no cabinets, pots and pans, and it can almost be called a bare house.
"Mr. Linus knows him?"
"I have an acquaintance with the same name as him." Roy's pupils showed nostalgia, "so I'm a little curious."
"Ortoran looked in his 40s... blond hair, black eyes, mature and handsome," recalls Clotte, stroking the rough, mossy walls with his thin palms, "about six feet two, well-proportioned , Kuai is wearing a plain gray robe. There are delicate beards on the upper and lower lips."
Roy nodded, which was consistent with Triss' description.
"The first time I saw him, I felt that he was different from other people. He was not like a native of Skellige in terms of dress, temperament, words and deeds. He was more like a cultural person." Crowe There was a pause in his tone, and there was a gleam in his eyes.
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