God-level Demon Hunter

"I found it! Sure enough, it's here, let me just say it!" The woman held the necklace, patted her chest and let out a sigh of relief, but her eyes noticed two figures moving away quickly in the night, one of them was wearing a black cloak, looking like Lonely and ethereal.

"Who is that guy next to Clotte?" The man walked behind the woman and gently hugged her slender waist, leaned his chin on her shoulder, and kissed her slender neck lightly.

"I don't know, probably a tourist from other places. Don't be fussy, let go of me, it's time to eat!"

"Hey, I want to eat you first!"

……

"boom!"

Hop splashes.

In the Lobster Tavern, the bonfire burning in the center of the hall, and the jumping sparks, illuminate the red and drunken faces.

The three huge mugs collided violently in mid-air, and amidst the crystal clear foam and the sweet aroma of mead, there was the sound of gulping and gulping.

"Hmm—" A big black-haired hand hung the empty wine glass upside down, and Aiji squinted at the demon hunter and his old friend who was sweating profusely.

"Mr. Linus Pete, thank you for the drink. If you have any questions in Indalsfair, just come to me." He patted his fluffy chest and promised, "Of course, O Except for the matter of Er Tolan, I have told you everything I can say!"

"And you kid..." The big man slapped Clotte on the shoulder, "Give me a good time to take Mr. Linus on a trip these two days, don't try to trick him into shopping!"

"Don't slander my character! Hiccup..." the tour guide blushed and roared, carefully looking at the witcher. "I am innocent and provide customers with the best service on the entire island!"

"By the way, Mr. Linus has found the whereabouts of Ortoran, how long do you plan to stay?" Clotte looked at him, with the smell of garlic lobster in his mouth, "Continue traveling tomorrow? Travel all over Indalsfield Well, I am also familiar with the other islands, Faroes, Skellige and Skellige."

Roy shook his head with a gloomy expression, "I'm leaving tomorrow. After seeing Yanke, I'll give the orphans and widows good news."

Even in a lively tavern, the face of that man who looked like a ghost would always flash before his eyes.

Cruel act.

But there is self-sacrificing love.

The most important thing was that he couldn't find Italan's whereabouts. It was as if a boulder was pressing on his heart. He was in a panic and needed to vent!

"You don't seem very happy? Because Ortoran... According to me, you don't want to think about that big businessman who cheated. In a few days, it will be June 21, the summer solstice festival, and the archipelago will hold a traditional festival dance," Clotte beamed and said, "A handsome man like you may be able to pick up a few rich children from the capital or women from the islands for free."

"Don't look at our sea daughter's big frame, she is not as petite and exquisite as the northern mainland, her skin is exposed to the wind and sun all year round, she is not as delicate as the land woman, but that wild energy, that rich sensuality, hehe, if you have experienced it, you will understand , what kind of woman is the real best woman! Stay a few more days to relax, you will never regret it!"

Tour guides try to drum up business.

Roy nodded sympathetically. Coral was born in the Skellige Islands.

"Why wait until the festive ball to pick up girls?" Aggie's lustful eyes looked at the bar on the other side, where three maids in brown aprons stood side by side, looking around with smiling faces, and their moist eyes kept flickering. Sow eyeballs.

Compared with the women in the Continental Tavern, they were taller and taller, with very obvious features, protruding from the front and back, and had a bold smile.

"As long as you are willing to spend some money...you can be the groom now..." The guard fanned the wind with his big furry hand, scratching the chest hair that was naughty and slipped out of his pajamas, "with my vicious eyes that scare Mokvarg away Come and see, the Mary in the middle is definitely suitable for you, it is spicy enough, but not so wild, your small body can bear it!"

Roy shook his head, and turned his gaze to a circle with a radius of five meters beside the bonfire. Two stout men with flushed faces from Skellige started a fist-to-flesh fight through drunkenness.

Every time the opponent is hit by a punch, sweat, wine, blood and water are splashed at the same time, dripping with joy.

The light from the bonfire illuminated the faces of madmen next to it.

There were more than ten onlookers, all of whom were Skelliger men with a mouth full of alcohol and a sturdy figure, yelling around the competition circle, waving wine glasses, throwing coins into the circle, and cheering.

The noise in the tavern was like boiling water.

Cheers and curses resounded endlessly, and the huge shock seemed to topple the roof.

Next to the circle, a man with the appearance of a referee spit and waved at the contestants, or separated the opponents who were clinging tightly together.

"Are they playing?"

"Haven't you heard of it? Skellige Islands Fist of Wrath Contest, Indalsfair Audition... The winner can go to the next stop to challenge at Keldro Port on Great Skellige Island..." Aggie's eyes He stared fieryly at that side, "Anyone with a bit of courage and force will not miss this great challenge. Victory after victory, passing through the battle, and finally entering the arena of Queen Bierna, participating in the finals, defeating the invincible Olaf , became the hero of Skellige! It's a pity that I was eliminated after only two matches."

"Don't look at me." Clotte shook his head, "I'm not good at boxing, I'm afraid I'll be broken into a skeleton if I go up!"

"Exhale, inhale..." Roy drank a glass of mead in one breath, his nose was blowing heavily, his eyes gleamed coldly, and he took off the toad sunglasses and thick black cloak on his face, revealing a streamlined and slender body in a brown leather armor.

As for the enchanted plate armor, it was dented by the ice giant's anchor and needed to be repaired.

"Help me look after things." The witcher raised his head.

With a sound of "Ouch", a man as strong as a bear, covering his dark panda eyes, wailed and sat out of the field. Looking around ferociously, his expression was full of provocation.

A message is conveyed in the eyes——

Who else, who else?

The audience's shouts were muted, and no one came out.

The witcher walked straight into the crowd.

"Professor Linus, pay attention to defense, take care!"

Clotte and Edge noticed the strange-colored pupils of the witcher, and couldn't help trembling.

A professor or a witcher?

Someone is going to be unlucky!

Next, an extremely astonishing scene took place in the brightly lit and crowded Sea Toad Tavern.

"Ouch!"

A big black-haired man with a red nose soared into the air like a sandbag, flew out of the field, and shook off a big yellow tooth.

The crowd of onlookers grew their mouths.

Skelliger's physical fitness is generally better than that of the northerners, but unfortunately he cannot be compared with the witcher at all. In the eyes of onlookers, his feet are as nimble as a ghost floating in mid-air, and his strength is as powerful as a rock troll.

There is no parity scenario at all.

"The winner, Professor Linus Peet from Oxenfurt and a witcher, is there anyone else? Who else?" The referee squatted like a crab, waving frantically at the crowd, "Skelly Where's the brave man Jay? To hand over the honor of the winner to a witcher? You're scared the shit out of his beastly eyes?"

"I'll do it!" A man with a hooked nose and a pointed chin stepped into the competition circle.

Two seconds later, he clutched his swollen left face, fell straight to the ground like a stick, and lost consciousness.

"Come again! Son of the sea, son of Skellige, don't hide from the circle and be a coward! Let him see the storm and turn him into a vegetable!" The referee spit, furious,

"We must not let mutants ride on our heads!" A burly man with a height of seven feet and a weight of more than two hundred pounds walked into the circle and shouted, "God bless Freya! I will give you some strength Look!"

The big man finished his ruthless words, and the referee had just finished the countdown. Everyone's eyes were dazed, and the demon hunters in the circle lunged forward with lightning speed.

The figure turned into a blast!

The fist edge easily passed through his defensive boxing frame and hit the soft flesh between the big man's chest and abdomen.

"puff!"

The big man curled up like a boiled lobster, opened his mouth and sprayed wildly.

"Crash..."

The half-digested lobster meat and dried salted fish in the wine and stomach drew a beautiful bright yellow arc in mid-air.

Drenched the referee and the audience all over their faces.

"Hi...it's comfortable..." the big man hiccupped with fascinated eyes,

A series of angry roars sounded amidst the strange smell of fermentation.

While the demon hunter stood outside the dirt, his iris of a different color swept over everyone present, as sharp as a knife. Although the man in Skellige who was swept away was spitting fire from his eyes, he lowered his head unconsciously.

They respect the strong.

……

"A bunch of idiots, is there anyone else who wants to challenge?" The referee wiped off the stains on his face with a livid face, and no one stepped forward.

"I announce that the winner of today's challenge is Linus Pete! Congratulations, buddy, tomorrow, you can go to Little Skelliger Island and participate in the next Fist of Wrath challenge!"

"Linus Pete!" Another man in a fur coat with a flushed face picked up a barrel of mead and put it on the wine cabinet, "You won the boxing match, dare you compete with me for a drink!"

"How to compare?"

"A few of us," several strong men from the archipelago looked at each other and smiled, "I'll challenge you!"

"I wish for it!" The demon hunter Yi Ran was not afraid to look at them. Today, he didn't want to care about anything, he would only rest when he was drunk!

……

at the same time.

To the north of the brightly lit tavern, the sea is tens of miles away.

Like monsters lurking in the night, the two dragon boats swam quietly across the sea, broke through the waves, and headed for the distant Indalsfair Island.

The moonlight fell on the dark ship, and the sword blades, axes, and armor pieces reflected cold light.

Chapter 21 Morkvarg

The moonlight illuminated a white area on the northern coast.

The dragon boat anchors here.

The waves beat against the ship's side, kaz, kats, the hinges turned.

Puff, puff!

Small wooden boats hanging on both sides of the huge hull fell into the water one after another.

A team of Skellige men with shields, battle axes, sharp swords, bows and arrows, and wearing cotton armor, armor, and chain armor of various colors and styles silently rowed their oars and sailed to the coast not far away.

A tall and strong man stood at the front of the wooden boat, with star-shaped tattoos on his bare arms, a big nose, thin lips with short beards, and a black iron helmet. The flickering lights on Indalsfair Island in the distance, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Boss Mokvag, are we really going to loot the palace of God Freya?" The bearded deputy sitting behind him said worriedly, "Did you forget that many of our brothers have to ask Freya before going to sea?" Pray, God will punish us for our offense!"

The big men who rowed the boat heard these words and nodded unconsciously in agreement.

"Are you afraid, Aina?" The tall man asked sharply, his hoarse voice piercing the sea far away, "Where is the so-called God Freya, have you seen her in real life? I can guarantee that even if It is her priest, the most devout pilgrim, who has never seen Freya appear."

"The so-called gods are nothing but lies and jokes fabricated by the ancients to fool ordinary people!"

"I, Morkvarg and my warriors are not afraid of such mystifying stuff!"

"We have a great record. Novigrad, Ron Exeter, and Nilfgaard's merchant ships... are all defeated by our subordinates..." The man's sharp eyes slowly swept across the group of subordinates, and everyone couldn't help raising their heads. "We do all kinds of evil. Killing soldiers, women, children, and old people is commonplace. We have nothing to fear. All Skellige people know that Morkvarg is the most daring pirate in the isles!"

The man's roar drowned out the sound of the waves.

"But they still have a shitty saying! None of us are afraid, but we are afraid of this hypocritical god fabricated by the ancients! The priests who saw her had no choice but to run away."

"I've had enough of those foul words. Tonight, we're going to show these idiots how bad they are and slap them in the face!"

"Snatch the Temple of Freya!" Mokvarg stood at the bow, striking the shield with the long sword in his left hand, "Drink the blood of priests and pilgrims!"

"I'm going to accomplish an unprecedented feat. We're going to tear down the statue of the goddess that the foolish people kowtow to, and we're going to piss on Freya!"

"The king of the archipelago, the leaders of the seven great families will also be far behind!"

"We are Skellige's greatest pirates!"

The moonlight illuminated faces that were flushed and excited.

But there are also quite a few who show hesitation.

……

Silent night.

A wooden boat docked, and a team of more than 30 people landed in the northern uninhabited area of ​​Indalsfair Island.

A series of heavily armed figures hurried towards the central temple silently.

Another small group moved south in case Lord Donar Sindar sent soldiers to reinforce him.

……

The moment the pirates landed on the Isle of Indalsfair.

Freya's temple, even at night.

There are still dim lights flickering.

In the spacious and quiet main hall of the temple, a row of candles emits white light, illuminating the simple carpet, the golden curtains hanging over the beams, and the pillars painted red. On Fa's thin body in a white robe, it was as gentle as a mother stroking a child.

She knelt before the plain marble altar, folded her hands, prayed and meditated quietly.

A faint golden light shone around him.

And in front of her, high above the statues of sacred animals, cats, and eagles, on top of the stone shells used to fulfill the vows of believers, stood the statue of Freya, the Great Mother.