God-level Demon Hunter

Can you still escape from your own palm?

Whoa!

The waves beat against the rocks.

The three of them were once again overwhelmed by a burst of white light.

The two siblings stared blankly at the air.

"What are you still doing, Caris? Don't worry about that crate of dumb fish! Call Uncle Falk and take a boat to Little Skelliger Island. I want to renew my engagement with Ciri, in front of Grandpa Bran and Kratz. noodle!"

……

As expected by the witcher, the next location was still not a tombstone.

What greeted them was a brightly lit corridor of the old castle.

A luxurious saffron carpet was laid on the ground, and banners with ruby ​​pendants and Temerian Baibahe banners were evenly hung on the walls on the left and right sides.

"It's not me!" Ciri's big eyes sparkled with excitement, but she quickly shook her head at the serious-looking witcher to clarify.

"Sorry, Master Roy, this time it's my problem," while Calanthe stared at the two flags, "Now we are in the center of Sodden, the castle of the previous king Eckhard, the current King of Temeria Territory's territory."

"It's also where the North-South peace talks were held! I came here a few years ago, so..."

"As expected of the Lioness of Sintra, you are so courageous. You have thrown yourself into the arms of the King of the North and the South who are staring at you, and you have a child! You should pray that there is no fourth pair of eyes around here!"

"I want to see how Foltest and the others are doing with Nilfgaard. I'm a little bit unwilling." Calanthe pursed his lips, and a hint of longing appeared in his emerald green eyes. "I just thought about it in my mind, but I didn't expect it."

Roy suddenly made a silent gesture, and led the two grandparents to find a utility room in the corner of the corridor.

Swah——

His figure instantly rose from the ground, like a black gecko, hanging from the ceiling, using both hands and feet, he swam past the wall in the blink of an eye!

Not far from the corridor, there was the sound of heavy metal bumping footsteps. A soldier wearing silver plate armor and a long sword on his waist was walking towards the end of the corridor. Suddenly, his eyes went dark, and a triangle spell was reflected in his pupils, and he lost focus instantly.Opening and closing his lips, he lowered his voice and whispered to the witcher in front of him.

"The ten kings of the North, their magic advisors, and the envoys of Nilfgaard gathered in this castle? And Vigfortez?"

Roy stared at the meeting room at the end of the corridor, where eight knights in armor stood guard.

Judging from the chest badge, they are from different northern countries.

An impulse suddenly surged in his heart.

If he summons Leviathan at this time.

Can you directly take away the big shots from both the north and the south?

He immediately laughed and shook his head. Did he use Vigfortz and the warlocks from the North and the South as a display?

He tried to approach the conference room.

However, less than halfway through, the magic power in the body became unusually sluggish, and some invisible substance in the air blocked the operation of the magic power.

The entire big iron gate was actually made of anti-magic metal.

"Yes, on such an important occasion, there must be anti-magic protection measures. Then teleportation and flashing will be invalid." Roy gave up the unreliable idea of ​​​​adventurous snooping, and turned back to find the two grandchildren of Calanthe.

"Sorry, it's too dangerous to stay here for long."

A trace of regret appeared on Calanthe's face, and he nodded understandingly.

"One day, I will come back openly!"

"Let's go!"

The three held hands.

But this time, it was Roy's turn to lose his mind, and a beautiful image appeared in his mind.

The three figures turned into white light and went away.

at the same time.

The pattern on the conference table is clearly divided into three sides.

On one side is the Northern League.

A group of rulers wearing crowns and various cloaks behind them.

The most handsome king Foltest of Temeria, Vizimir II of Redania, the beautiful queen Mevi of Leiria and Livia, Demawi the king of Aedirn with a huge beer belly, King Henselt of Kaedwen with a big beard and a strong temperament sat in the first row, accompanied by costumed attendants, as if participating in a beauty pageant, the magic consultant Keira Metz and Triss Merigold , Philippa Erhart, Sabina...

In the second row sat the kings of small countries such as Brugge, Kerak, and Verdon, and the bishop of the Eternal Flame of Redania.

There are only a few representatives from the south on the opposite side - the current governor of Sintra, Menno Cuhorn, is wearing black armor, and the ambassador of Nilfgaard, Hilard Fitzoyestelan, is writing and writing, accompanying him Several warlocks looked calm, and among them was Vigo Fringella, who had suffered a lot from Roy's hands.

However, the faces of the kings in the north, which were so numerous and powerful, were serious and livid.

Menno Cuhorn had a smile on his lips, with a complacent look.

"Okay, Your Majesties, after two days of detailed negotiations, the Northern Alliance and Nilfgaard have reached a peace agreement. Let me confirm the main terms of the agreement with you again." Standing in the center of the round table, wearing a In a black dress, Vigfortez, who looked slender and strong, cleared his throat, and his sonorous words reached the ears of every king.

"First of all, the Nilfgaardian army completely withdraws from the occupied Upper Soden and returns the land to the current ruler of Soden, His Majesty Foltest."

Queen Meewe fiddled with the huge ruby ​​around her neck sullenly, her plump lips twisted.

Again Temeria takes the lead!

"Secondly, from the date of the signing of the peace treaty, Sintra, as well as its affiliated countries Verden and Atli, will belong to Nilfgaard and become its northern province, under its full jurisdiction. But Brugge is divided into out of Sintra and become the territory of Temeria."

Foltest smiled happily.

The rest of the kings looked gloomy.

Especially Kaedwin and King Aedirn, staring at Foltest's noble profile, the fire flashed in his eyes.

Forget it, this guy is the nephew of the late King Eckhard of Soden.

Who is Brugge right in the middle of Temeria!

Even if you give it to other countries, you can't hold it!

"Thirdly, Nilfgaard must make compensations to the north and all countries except Temeria... The specific compensation amount depends on the number of its dead and the standards refer to the agreement..."

Menno Cuhorn glanced at the amount in the agreement, and stroked his bandit-like beard without changing his expression. This amount of money is not a problem for a powerful empire, if the other party does not want to burn Florin Recasting it into other coins, he wished for more compensation points to strengthen the economic offensive in the south.

As for the kings of the north, their faces were a little rainy, and they barely had a little consolation prize.

"Fourth, Nilfgaard's soldiers and fleet are not allowed to cross the north bank of the Yaruga River. Verdon's land is still protected by its own troops... the most important thing is the Black Armored Army north of Mount Amer The number must not exceed 3. Otherwise, it will be regarded as a precursor to an invasion, and the North has the right to attack first!"

Ambassador Nilfgaard let out a sigh of relief, this one is rather troublesome.

"Fifth, from the date of signing the agreement, the North and the South will coexist peacefully for a period of ten years. If either party resorts to force first, the terms of the agreement will be completely nullified!"

The kings were shocked.

"Your Majesties, it's time to sign your names."

"Everyone, what are you waiting for? Let me set an example!"

Foltest straightened the crown on his head, opened the agreement in front of him, and signed his name neatly.

This agreement, except for Nilfgaard.

It was Temeria that took the greatest advantage, and both Brugge and Soden were included in the country.

However, Temeria also paid the greatest sacrifice among the coalition forces, killing tens of thousands of people!

The northern kings exchanged glances with the magic advisors around them.

All of a sudden, the rustling sound of a quill pen rubbing against paper resounded throughout the conference room.

……

Vigfortez's eyes slowly swept across all the kings present, and his tone was full and forceful, "The battle of Suodeng Mountain, countless blood and death taught us that peace is hard to come by, I hope you all will cherish it!"

"Anyone who dares to tear up the agreement will be on the opposite side of all His Majesty attending the meeting!"

"As the leader of this meeting, I, Vigfortez, and my colleagues in the northern magic world, out of morality and black and white agreements, I can only say sorry to that person!" The strongest member of the Warlock Brotherhood said to The figures at the peak of power present issued a warning from the magical world.

Most northern kings didn't take it too seriously, however.

The Brotherhood of Warlocks of the North is of course assisting the North.

Their magic advisors are all inside!

Wei Ge breathed a sigh of relief, very satisfied with the performance of the big shots.

He suddenly glanced at the door of the conference room, and rubbed his temples with his hands.

A sense of loss arises for no reason,

It was as if he had missed something crucial and enough to affect his fate.

……

The third teleportation.

Roy arrived at the place he wanted to go, an island full of natural atmosphere.

Like a huge stone pillar pierced from the waves, it is full of psychic towers, spiral roads, winding ladders and platforms, green forests and gardens.

There are towering white towers dotted among the greens, clinging to swallow-like stones, and a domed building surrounded by galleries.

And at the top of the island, there is a towering ancient tower - Tor Laura, the Tower of the Seagull.

They are located in the lower part of the island, in a secluded courtyard.

In the opposite pond, the transparent dew swayed on the lotus leaves, and when the wind blew, the dewdrops on the lotus leaves flowed down like broken pearls.

A verdant willow tree swings thousands of silk ribbons towards the pond.

Roy looked beyond the low earthen wall. On one side of the island was the gray-green sea, reflecting the midday sun, with white sails scattered in it.

After passing a bridge on the other side, you can see high walls surrounded by towering spires and gleaming tops.

"Gos Velen," Roy let go of the girl and the pregnant woman, and looked around the secluded courtyard at the four corners. Where is the person he sensed? "This mountain rising from the sea is Thaned Island."

"Where Yennefer used to learn magic? Are those towers Arethusa?" Ciri stared at the white tower over there with great interest.

"Master Roy, why did you bring us here?" Calanthe grabbed his granddaughter's hand nervously, "Yennefer promised to guide Ciri's magic, and she will never join Arethusa .”

"Don't worry! I'm just here to meet a woman..." Roy said, "Both of you have gone to the place you want in your heart. To be fair, you should fulfill me once? Otherwise, it is discrimination against men!"

Calanthe was speechless for a moment.

"Hmph, it's clearly you for the first time! Roy, you're playing a scoundrel!" Ciri pouted and glared at him.

"Nonsense! Hold on to your grandma, let's go to the academy...to..." The witcher suddenly hesitated and couldn't speak.

The pupils of different colors turned to the willow tree with green silk ribbons hanging down.

and the pond in front of the willows.

Four naked arms suddenly stretched out from the pond.

Two are wheat-colored, and two are white as snowflakes.

The crystal water splashed along the arms and wet the open space by the pond, and then two pretty faces emerged from below and placed in the center of the arms.

With a small round face, he looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with fair skin and a pretty face.

Her wet brown hair was draped behind her head, her big black eyes sparkled with innocence and childishness, her nose and red lips were small and delicate, and her cheeks had a little bit of cute baby fat, making her look innocent and cute.

A memory from two or three years ago came flooding back to the witcher.

Edsberg, the hunchbacked little girl, has grown up.

Casca/Toya

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Status: Arethusa student

Life: 70

Mana: 180

Attributes:

Power: 5

Agility: 5

Constitution: 7