God-level Demon Hunter

He sat by the windowsill, smelling of sea salt, sea water, tar, and exhaustion.Eyes gleaming like copper plates stared at the golden pool-like sea in the distance.

Angry lion-like faces suddenly appeared on the surface of the surging sea. Heroic warriors wearing fur armor, wearing horn helmets and wielding battle axes charged the black armor army. The cavalry was knocked to pieces, and was cut down in a pool of blood by the sharp blade swung from the horse's back, losing breath.

Many people who grew up with him, such as siblings, Fulcar, Tarant...even his own uncle, King East of Sintra, all died in that fierce battle.

The corpses of countless soldiers, the crumbling walls, and the burning city of Sintra were all set on fire and turned into ashes!

"Brothers!" Kratz Ann Clayt couldn't help being so angry that his eyes were red, his nose was breathing heavily, and he clenched his fists and beat the table!

"I swear, sooner or later I will recover this blood debt from Nilfgaard for you!"

After a few more months, the overall situation has been decided, and he should drive the dragon boat to the sea of ​​Nilfgaard and set off a bloody storm!

Fortunately among the misfortunes, the noble blood of Cintra has retained two, no, three seeds.

A look of relief appeared on Kratz's rough face, followed by worry!

Calanthe is currently raising her baby in the bedchamber of King Bran on Little Skelliger Island.

I just don't know where the little guy with his son's childhood sweetheart hid?

"Freya bless Ciri to return safely and be reunited with everyone. I am willing to redecorate the temple for you!"

It seemed that the supreme being in the dark had listened to his heart.

There was a sudden gust of wind in the bedroom!

"Boom!"

A dark square door suddenly appeared in the open space in front of the desk!

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Crisp footsteps.

Lizard skin high heels landed.

A slender, slender and fair leg was exposed.

Kratz held his breath suddenly, a petite beauty in a black leather skirt and dress was reflected in his rounded pupils!

Pale cheeks, tapered chin, slightly curly black hair jumping on the shoulders like a passionate poisonous snake, a beauty mole next to the red lips makes the heart beat a beat slower!

And she is holding a little girl less than 1.6 meters in her left hand.

She is not dressed like an ordinary girl, she is dressed in a gray jacket and leather pants, her ear-length hair is shining silver-gray in the sun, her emerald green eyes are like a spring field,

Can't wait to shine, jump for joy!

"Yennefer of Van Gerberg, Ciri?! God bless!"

"Good morning, Earl Kratz Ann Clayt of Great Skelliger!" The sorceress smiled and bowed slightly to him.

"Uncle Kratz! I miss you!" The silver-haired little guy threw himself into his arms with quick, small steps and hugged his bear waist tightly!

The man lifted her up by holding her two small arms.

Laughing and hugging her around!

"Haha, Shirley, my 'little daughter'! I knew you would come back safely! Let me take a good look... Tsk tsk, I haven't seen you for a few years, the little girl is about to become a big girl!"

"Bless Freya! Bless the ancestors of Cintra and the sea!"

"Halma, Caris? I want to climb mountains and ride horses, fish and catch shrimps, skate and row boats with them! I can't wait!" Dimples appeared on the little girl's delicate face, "But I want to see grandma first!"

"The two of them are still fishing in Faroe Islands, and it will take a few days before they come back! As for your grandma, don't worry, she is in good health and is living in an absolutely safe place!"

The man put her down and held her little hand, but he couldn't help turning his eyes to the sorceress, looking at her seriously, with a burning passion inside.

"Yennefer, I haven't seen you for many years, you are still so radiant... But why did you suddenly appear in my room? It's like a... sweet dream."

Kratz sighed secretly, her age is more than enough to be his own grandmother, but she is more beautiful than before breaking up.

"You are becoming more and more heroic." The sorceress pursed her lips. It was embarrassing to say that her coordinates in Skellige were only the bedroom of Kratz, the owner of the Keerzhuo Fortress, because of the old relationship in the past.

Ciri seemed to be aware of the strange atmosphere between the two of them, a hint of slyness appeared in her green eyes, and she rubbed her slender fingers against her pointed chin, wondering what the hell she was planning.

"Then tell me," the man touched the girl's silver hair, and said first, "How did you know this little guy and be with her again? Didn't she disappear after the war?"

"We've been in Novigrad for a few months." The sorceress smiled, "I brought her here this time mainly to meet His Royal Highness Calanthe, and to avoid the crooks who are chasing the little girl!"

"Niflgaard's spy?" Kratz's pupils shot a cold light.

"This is just one of them. There are probably also spies from the king of the northern countries all over the world. The Skellige Islands, far away from the mainland, are a good place to hide from the wind."

"A wise move."

"So, Lord Earl, can you take us on the road to Little Skellige Island to visit the Queen immediately? Let's talk about the rest on board!"

……

"So, the witcher white wolf found Ciri?" Kratz sat on the wine table in the cabin, sucking a clam, while looking at the rolling waves outside the window, a group of sailfish were jumping out of the sea, stepping The waves move forward with the moving dragon boat.

"This is the effect of the law of accident." Ye Naifa took a sip of the mead and frowned. No matter how many times she drank it, she couldn't get used to the sweet taste.

"I belong to Geralt," the little girl beside the sorceress' seat bit off the head of the big lobster, with a piece of white meat on the corner of her mouth, and said with a face like a tabby cat, "Geralt belongs to me too, It was fate! That's why he always finds me! In Brokleon Forest, in Outlivia."

"Okay, little rascal, you're right!" The man laughed, turned his gaze to the sorceress, and asked seemingly casually, "So you've reunited with Geralt? Those who have lived in the witcher for a long time... Um...the base?"

Ye Naifa was silent for a while, and brushed her hair.

When Ciri is not there, she and Geralt meet either in bed, or in the midst of arguments and cold wars.

During the time she lived in Gawain's House... there was an important topic between her and that white-haired guy, Ciri, Ciri, or Ciri's child.

The female sorceress took a look at the "ugly girl" who had put down the lobster shell and was feasting on a mint-gold sea-salt-roasted sturgeon served with radish puree. She subconsciously took off a napkin and wiped the oil stains from the corners of her mouth.

Ciri gave her a sweet smile.

She is like a wonderful mediator, effectively reducing the quarrels and conflicts between herself and the witcher. The sorceress and the witcher seem to have become a pair of novice parents, clumsy, hard, but fun Take good care of this little naughty girl!

She enjoys this peaceful life like water.but--

"No, not yet... I haven't forgiven him for his stupid and selfish behavior before!"

"What do you mean not yet? Are you investigating him?" Kratz said with a hint of expectation in his tone. Although he already had a wife and children, he would feel lonely occasionally, hoping to relive his old dreams with the sorceress.

Ye Naifa's next words gave him another heavy blow.

"Almost, the future development depends on his performance."

How is this different from composite?

The Earl of the Island lowered his face and took a deep breath, his beard trembling.

For a long time, I listened silently to the sound of the waves beating against the ship's side.

"By the way, Kratz, I've always been curious, since Queen Calanthe is still alive, why doesn't she..."

"I understand what you mean... But she did this after careful consideration, and she also has a last resort! No, it can't be called a difficulty, it should be called a surprise, a gift from heaven!"

"What do you mean?"

The man looked out of the window. The dragon boat had already arrived at the coastline of Little Skellige. On the edge of the dark and hard cliffs, a few seagulls flew into the sea from the sky.

"Congratulations, little Xili, in a month or two, you will have an extra aunt."

"Your grandmother Calanthe is about to have a baby."

"Bang!"

The half-gnawed sturgeon in the little girl's hand suddenly tasted bad, her green eyes stared like copper bells, fish meat and saliva slipped from the corners of her mouth, and she fell into a state of surprise and sluggishness.

"Baby? Huh... Why am I so young again, I don't want to call a child aunt!"

Half a day passed amid the sound of jokes and whimpers.

Earl Kratz's dragon ship "Singing Horn" docked at the low and flat port of Yuriala on the south side of Little Skelliger Island.

The count led Yennefer and Ciri, and a group of bearded and armed soldiers behind them stepped off the boat on the landing paddles, entered the dark and ugly harbor full of mud, all the way north, and quickly arrived at the "Conqueror" the castle of Bran an Tursek.

Although Brangui is the ruler of the islands, his residence is far less luxurious than the town of Keldro on the island of Great Skellige.

The castle is exquisite and small, but there are only two towers and a courtyard.

Bran Ann Tursek got the news when his nephew Kratz and his party arrived at the port, and greeted them early.

Even though the old man was over seventy years old, he was still full of energy, with a ruddy complexion, a beard and hair shining as white as snow, and a strong figure no less than that of a young man.

Wearing a bright red cloak, inside is the delicate chain mail of a warrior.

He punched hard on the chest of his nephew who weighed more than two hundred pounds, and let out a hearty "hohoho" laugh.

Turning his gaze to the little girl beside Kratz, a hint of kindness appeared on his majestic face.

"Long time no see, little Xili, finally willing to see grandpa!"

"Grandpa Bran!" The little girl performed the milk swallow throwing into the forest again, buried her tender face into the old man's chest, and dodged his "beard blow" from the air to the ground. Then she raised her head and squeezed her eyes She shed a few tears, "Hey, grandpa East is gone, and my home is gone, I only have you and grandma!"

"Haha, the cub of Cintra, the petrel of Skellige, I knew that fate would not overwhelm you! You will definitely come back safely!"

"But grandpa was wrong. Grandpa should have personally led Skellige's armada to crush those beasts of Nilfgaard!" Bran hugged the little girl tightly, with a cold light shining on his weather-beaten face, and his deep and powerful voice As if chewing steel, "But I swear, from now on, as long as you stay in Skellige for a day, no one can hurt you!"

"Woooo..."

"This..." The old man looked at the sorceress with a scrutiny in his eyes,

The sorceress just smiled and nodded at him.

"Yennefer," Kratz explained on his behalf, "for a long time in the past, she protected and taught Ciri!"

"Thank you, Ms. Yennefer," the old man held Ciri's hand tightly, leading a group of people to the castle, "Come on, let's meet her together..."

"She's running out of time."

……

Several people walked through the magnificent hall and the winding corridors and stairs.

Came to a resplendent and resplendent bedroom on the second floor, with flames burning in the fireplace and an extremely warm bedroom.

Standing by the window was a woman with a rich figure, her hair was tied into a bundle behind her head, and her slightly rounded cheeks exuded a maternal radiance.

She was wearing a loose, warm blue cotton jacket that resembled pajamas.

The round belly under the coat is extremely eye-catching.

She stroked her stomach and stretched slowly, then suddenly turned her face away with a feeling.

For a moment, the eyes of the little girl who had just walked to the door met, and tears of surprise and emotion welled up in the two pairs of emerald green eyes.

"Xi Rui, my good granddaughter!" The woman moved slowly towards the door with her belly full, "Come here, let grandma kiss you!"

"Grandma, woo woo!" The little girl let go of King Bran's hand and rushed over.

However, the moment he was about to touch the woman, he stopped abruptly and stood in front of her with joy and curiosity on his delicate face.

Calanthe wrapped the girl's hand with her somewhat swollen hands, and kissed her smooth forehead lightly, while Ciri kissed the woman's side face.

The two archipelago lords outside the door, as well as the sorceress, quietly watched this warm scene.

"Shirley, my darling, after hearing the news of your disappearance in the past few months, I was worried to death. I was afraid that something might happen to you, and then I would be left alone in this world."

"No, Geralt, Ms. Yennefer," she turned and glanced at the sorceress at the door, "and everyone in Gawain House, they protected me very well! They took care of me like family members. "Hiri's face glowed like white jade, and there was a look of gratitude in his eyes.

"They didn't force you to become a witcher?"

"I would, but they don't agree!"

"Then the master witcher still keeps his word! Anyway, it's good that you come back, our family is finally reunited!"

"Grandma...we will never be separated again...and I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so naughty in the past and made you angry." Ciri's delicate voice made a firm voice,

A look of surprise appeared on Calanthe's round and delicate cheeks, and then she stroked her little head with some relief.

Unexpectedly, after experiencing this catastrophe of war, Cintra's cubs finally grew up a bit.

Know how to be considerate of your elders!

She suddenly felt grateful to the witchers!

And Ciri involuntarily stretched out her slender white fingers, as if wanting to touch her swollen belly, but worried about hurting the little creatures inside.

He lowered his head and asked in a low voice,

"My... aunt lives here?"

"Hehe, you'll know if you just touch it." Calanthe grabbed her hand, put it on her warm belly and gently drew a circle, Shirley held her breath suddenly, the emerald green eyes were full of brilliance, and spit out Tongue out, gasping, making all kinds of wonderful expressions on his small face like grimaces of learning from Oakes, touching and sticking his small ears.