God-level Demon Hunter

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The portal leads to a spacious hall below the Temple Island. A brazier in the corner burns a warm and bright flame, enough to accommodate hundreds of people.

Bedding rolls were placed neatly on both sides. It was obviously not the first time for the children to practice, and they found their positions skillfully.

And Vicky allocated "beds" for Dandelion and others who visited the emergency shelter for the first time.

Next to the hall is a huge storage room. Fifteen shelves are filled with foods that are easy to preserve: turnips, bacon, salted fish, pickles, black bread, drinking water... enough for everyone in the Gawain House to eat for a month. !

"How about it, Roy..." Serrit asked, "Use your prophecy ability to see, are we well prepared? Can we deal with the next crisis."

Roy knew well that Reins' master was called Vigoforts. In fact, the most direct and easy way was to find Vigo's lair and deal with him, but it was easy to say.

This guy is known as the strongest mage in the world, no matter how terrifying his combat power is.

His resourcefulness and vigilance are also second to none.

Roy tried to get Yennefer and Coral to contact Wigfortz, and then asked him out.

But this cautious guy never accepts contact from people other than his confidants.

As for his base camp, Stettgart Castle, which is thousands of miles away from the territory of Nilfgaard, its size is not inferior to that of the entire northern border. Finding the castle is no less than finding a needle in a haystack, and it must not take care of the school.

He decided to tide over the difficulties with everyone first.

"Our relatives and friends have a safe place to go, and there is less worry about the future." Roy turned to look at more than a dozen pairs of beast-like vertical pupils, nodded and smiled, "This time we can let go of our hands and feet and do a big job!"

"By the way, the coral will come back soon!"

"Next, take me to the laboratory to see how the potion transforms the results? Also, I suggest that everyone equip a few more anti-magic metal bombs!"

Chapter 34 Convergence

A warm, luxuriously furnished living room.

A man with a unique temperament wearing a knight-style jacket is accompanied by a radiant beauty. Her slender body is covered by a gray-green lace dress. Her long dark golden hair reveals solemnity and nobility. She wears a ruby ​​necklace, innocent and innocent. The evil blue eyes are surrounded by elf-like provocative makeup.

Pure and charming at the same time, it can be called a beauty in the world.

"Your Excellency Vigfortez, you have generously introduced His Majesty Emhyr va Enrith to our elves, so that we can see the hope of restoring our country again. You have great kindness to us, and some small things in your mouth Being busy is no problem, I will send ten assault teams to Novigrad to die for you. If you need it, I can also provide five additional elf warlocks... for you to drive."

Weigo's deep eyes looked at the sparks jumping in the fireplace, reflecting a frightening red light.

Almost three parties benefited from this transaction.

Nilfgaard and the North signed a peace agreement, and the agreement could no longer be easily torn apart, allowing the Black Armored Army to appear on the land of the Northern Territory openly.

As an intermediary, he helped Francesca, an elf warlock who was determined to restore the country, and one of the six members of the Wizarding Association, to make a bridge and contact the emperor in the south, so that the Scoia'tael party secretly joined the Nilfgaard camp.

As the secret vanguard of the Empire, harass and disrupt the Northern Kingdom's lines!

Waiting for the future to reignite the flames of war.

In this way, since Nilfgaard does not violate the agreement, it can effectively weaken the troops in the north.

It paid nothing more than an empty promise.After occupying the north, the Valley of Flowers, Dole Burtanna, was given to the elves as the foundation for Francesca to rebuild the elves' kingdom.

Her Scoia'tael troops hated humans, including demon hunters, of course.

The Scoia'tael have forged a strong fighting force in years of fighting against humans!

And because of his special status, he won't leak any information about Shirley!

Viggo couldn't help smiling gently at the elf sorceress.

There are hundreds of Scoia'tael in the assault team, together with the arrangement of Scheeloo, Rins, and the Archbishop of Eternal Flame, it is bound to make the group of witchers suffer enough!

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An unnamed country inn near Trettogor, southeast of Novigrad.

The white light outside the window revealed the dry and withered ponytail of the half-elf Scheeru's head hanging down to his waist, and he knocked on the mottled table.

"Ms. Talika, why do you hate witchers?"

"My Sweetwater Village was originally on the west side of Nuocheng, near the outskirts of Cuitoge..." A thin middle-aged woman in coarse linen clothes said timidly, "Five years ago, the cemetery of Sweetwater Village was destroyed by a cat. Horrible monsters visit, that thing looks like a skinned humanoid ghost! The claws are like sickles, and the two rows of teeth are like steel cones... The cemetery is messed up, the dead are gnawed into bones by it, and it also attacks passing people Folks! Falcon and Oliva died under its claws."

"You mean a ghoul?"

"Maybe that's what it's called. The village chief went to Cui Tog to post the notice, and after waiting for half a month, a mutant with black hair and green eyes entered the village with the notice..." The village woman clenched her rough hands tightly In front of him, his tone began to tremble, "He said his name was Brun, he was carrying two strange swords, and there was a silver pendant around his neck with the shape of a cat drawn on it, and he claimed that he was willing to help us eradicate that monster. But A payment of two hundred crowns is demanded."

"That's the income of dozens of people in our village for nearly two years..." The village woman sighed, "But money is not important, we agreed to him."

"That guy went to the cemetery alone, and came back with the monster's bloody head in less than half a day! The village chief gave him the money immediately."

"The agreed two hundred crowns is a lot of money?" Schiru's yellow-green eyes stared straight at the opposite side, his muscular arms wrapped around his chest, and his body over six feet exuded a sturdy aura. ,

The woman trembled all over, licked her chapped lips and confessed honestly.

"The village chief gave him 180 crowns, all the money the village could get together."

"The guy put the money in his pocket without counting it. But he didn't leave immediately when he got paid, but patronized my family's tavern."

"That night he drank non-stop... his eyes were red, and he drank all the wine in my store. Until late at night, the folks hugged the child and fell asleep, so as not to be stolen by mutants. "

"He suddenly overturned the wine table, cursed people in his mouth, and left the tavern with a fierce expression, and the bill was not settled..."

"Then...then..." The goddess lowered her head, her hoarse voice suddenly began to tremble, "Blood, blood everywhere!"

"He broke into every house and started killing. His movements were as fast as a ghost in wolf fur, and his two swords swung like snow-white meat grinders!"

"When the men in the village touched him with a pitchfork, their arms and legs were broken and they were torn apart." The woman shrieked, shaking, "No one can escape, and he also has a hand crossbow that can hit everything!"

"I barely escaped the catastrophe by lying in the pile of corpses and pretending to be dead. I was so scared that my brain was stuffed into a ball of paste. I lay there all night. The next day, when the sun rose, I got out of the pile of dead people." crawled out."

"They're all dead!" she sobbed, covering her wet face. "Everyone died except me, not even the five or six-year-old children! The death conditions are horrible, and my Sweetwater Village has become a slaughterhouse." field! That demon is nowhere to be seen!"

"Woooo..."

"Is this something humans can do? Mutants are demons who kill thousands of swords! They all deserve to die, go to hell!" The woman cursed through gnashed teeth, poking the air with her dirt-stained nails.

The reason for this is not that you broke your promise first?

Sciroo's heart was full of disgust. During his time as a mercenary, the most annoying thing was his employer who refused to promise.

This Bren just did what he wanted to do but was afraid to do.

But worthy of being a demon hunter of the cat faction, he doesn't talk too much.

Twenty crowns, more than twenty lives.

This evil deed is undoubtedly discrediting the entire group of demon hunters.

Meet his requirements!

Just treat it as a surprise gift and give it to the group of demon hunters in Nuocheng.

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"Ms. Talika, I deeply sympathize with your tragic experience. I have also been persecuted by those mutants in the past and lost my family. Since we share the same disease, we should unite and seek justice from those bastards!" Sciroo's yellow-green pupils shot out warm concern like a family member. He took the woman's big rough hand, handed her a small bag of money, and then made a look at the mercenary beside him, "You take this money as living expenses first, Plus, he'll arrange accommodation for you."

"The witcher ruined countless innocent people's homes, but he ran orphanages, pharmacies, and dance halls in Novigrad with peace of mind, and lived the life of a rich man."

"The villain is at large, can you stand it?"

The woman gritted her silver teeth and shook her head.

"Then when we are fully prepared to take revenge on those demon hunters, I hope you will bravely stand up and testify against their atrocities! But don't worry, I swear to the gods that I will keep you safe."

"I, I promise you!"

Schirrup nodded in satisfaction, and gave the mercenary beside him a look.

The latter took the middle-aged woman and left the tavern in a remote village.

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Maybe today is a lucky day.

After finding a strong witness, Schirrup ushered in an even bigger surprise.

He walked slowly through the wooden door of the tavern, and the light from behind left a surprisingly tall figure on the smooth floor of the tavern, over seven feet, dusty, soaked in sweat and pine oil, and covered with dust. A leather jacket wrapped his lean body, and a bright steel sword was slung around his waist.

His eyes cautiously scanned the surroundings, and finally concentrated on the half-elf who was also tall in the corner.

He unhurriedly walked up to Schirrup and sat down, the spurs on his shoes jingled, he took off a pair of musk leather gloves on his hands, and folded his hands to support his peculiar gray mustache The bearded jaw looks like a catfish.

The pair of godless dead fish eyes on the thin, skull-like face carried an arrogance that didn't take anything into consideration. What was even more frightening was that those eyes had no eyelashes, no eyebrows, and the sunken black eye sockets Only a pair of wet eyeballs.

Schirrup's body tensed quietly, he had only seen this kind of look in the murderous perverted serial killers.

"You put up a notice in Vidov, recruiting outstanding, experienced fighters, mercenaries, and bounty hunters who hate demon hunters?"

The man's voice was a bit vague, and his accent was not at all like any other country in the north, closer to the ancient language.

Scirrut recognized that he was definitely a Nilfgaardian.

The contract between the north and the south was initially signed, and there would be no war for at least two years, and a small number of residents began to work on each other's land.

"That's right, I am Skiroo, what do you call your Excellency? Since you accepted the commission, we will be comrades-in-arms from now on! Demon hunters are full of crimes and should have been punished long ago! You hate them too, right?" Stretching out his hand, a mean smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, but he didn't respond to his kindness.

"Leo Bonnet..." the man said slowly, a look of excitement appeared in his wide-open eyes, "I have to tell you clearly, I don't dislike demon hunters, I just like them Kill a strong opponent. Especially in a one-on-one duel..."

"Demon hunters are excellent opponents! Their skills and reactions are far superior to other fighters, and they are very good at 'dancing' and using swords. They won't die in three or two rounds. It can make me more enjoyable, Bring me more fun."

Sciroo's heart trembled, and there was a hint of doubt in his gaze towards the man.

Demon hunter, dance, so you won't die too easily?

Who can't speak big words?

This guy, I'm afraid he has never really fought against mutants, has he?

Bonnet saw the disdain in his eyes, and suddenly grinned sneer twice, the corners of his mouth were almost as wide as the fierce gray mustache, and the long and wide palms wrapped in a layer of calluses stretched into his chest Take it out of the front skirt.

"Snapped!"

He untied the three silver necklaces from his neck and placed them on the table, and three different silver pendants appeared in front of him.

Three gleaming animal heads—

A wolf with twinkling pupils, a cat baring its teeth, and a bear with its jaws wide open.

"Wolf, cat, bear, the badges of the three schools!" The half-elf gasped like a poisonous snake, and the yellow-green pupils shrank like a snake, "Where did you get it?"

Bonnet snatched the spirit from the half-elf, drank it nonchalantly, stared into his eyes,

"Did you think that? A demon hunter would casually throw the badge of the school that counts as life on the street, and I can pick it up when I bend down?"

"You mean, you killed them in a duel?"

Sciroo's expression was unbelievable. This man, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, was able to defeat the demon hunter with a mortal body?

"The demon hunters are indeed inhumanly powerful, but that doesn't mean they are invincible, and humans must be their defeat."

"And I am their nemesis, specifically against them!"

Bonnet spread his hands and took a deep breath, a hint of memory appeared on his thin cheeks, as if reminiscing about a delicious meal, a perfect concert.

"You don't know how beautiful the wailing of these mutants is before they die. Their voices have been modified to make their voices more penetrating. Their eyeballs and tongues are also more elastic. Their tenacious vitality can make serious injuries The dying body persists for a long time, and it brings me greater pleasure!"

"If you don't believe my skills," he slowly pulled out the long sword in his hand, spit on the straight blade, and shook his wrist, "Come and try?"

A light breeze blows.

Schirrup felt that something was wrong just now.

He reached out and touched his chest.

"Crack-"

The gray leather armor on the chest instantly cracked a gap, revealing the blue underwear.

Yet the soft undergarment was left intact.

"No need." The half-elf swallowed his saliva and faced each other, but he didn't see the other party's movements at all.

This kind of speed, power control, far exceeds ordinary people, he is not just a master of swordsmanship.

"Very well, how much reward do you plan to pay? What sect and name does your opponent come from? Do you want to capture him alive or a corpse. Of course, if you capture him alive, the bounty must be much higher."

"Your Excellency Bonnet, I'm sorry for not telling you in advance that our opponent is not a demon hunter." Scirrut glanced at the man's face and said in a deep voice, "It's a group of people!"

"What did you say?"

"There are more than ten demon hunters, do you dare to swing your sword at them? But we are not fighting alone, but as a team. When the time comes, you must obey the command and don't rush forward."