God-level Demon Hunter

"This account was all blamed on the dead children. The archbishop seemed to have lost his mind and didn't blame the witcher at all."

"Now, this conflict has spread throughout the North."

"The kings in the north all know that there is an extreme anti-human organization called Scoia'tael."

Under the flowing and smooth white hair, the man's eyes looked at the woman questioningly, "Why is it completely different from what Vigfortz promised before?"

He gripped the leather gloves tightly, the knuckles turning white.

"Could it be that Your Excellency is using our blood and the future of the elves to make a joke?"

The elf sorceress' thin fragrant shoulders trembled, and her slender fingers continued to caress the crystal of the binoculars, watching the water-blue light curtain condense and dissipate in midair.

Back and forth.

explain softly,

"Vigofortz is no longer available."

A drop of crystal teardrop slipped down the eye socket, shed for the lost compatriots.

"What does he mean, we will abandon it after using it, and treat the children as victims?"

Felaveld's black eyes shot out terrifying anger, and his voice was gloomy like a leaf scraping against the wet and cold ground.

"Vigfortz betrayed us?"

Francesca shook her head, "He has no reason to betray, we are all on Nilfgaard's side. There must be other reasons."

"Is it more important than the lives of the children?"

"I will ask him for an explanation. After a while, I will continue to contact him and ask someone else."

"He is ignoring the safety of the children, shall we continue to provoke the entire northern border and stir up trouble for him?" The king of the elf kingdom in the past stared at her exquisitely beautiful side face, hoping to get a negative answer.

"The next action is not for Vigfortez, but for the future, so that future generations will have a real place to live. No longer hiding in barren mountainous areas and starving for a full meal." Frances Ka stretched out her slender and white right hand like a work of art, and an Apollo butterfly flew into the opening and landed on her velvet cuff, opening and closing its small white flower-like wings.

"We have reached an agreement with His Majesty Emhyr."

"The war is about to begin."

"Since the humans of Eternal Flame have officially torn their faces."

"Since the witcher has children's blood on his hands."

"Then, we should retaliate against humans in the same way!"

She calmly ordered,

"Let Isengreen Faotiana lead a brigade to go outside the Brokleon Forest to cooperate with the dryads and attack humans. If the situation is critical, Ms. Esna will provide them with shelter."

"Evelyn, Toruwell, and Kensafar led a brigade to Kaedwen to win over the local discriminated dwarves, halflings, elves, and half-breeds to carry out military harassment activities."

"Is it really worth it?" Philavan der Rey asked. "Most of them will die. Maybe you can live longer by sticking to the Blue Mountains?"

"It is impossible to escape the doom of extinction. The elves must go out and at least take back the Valley of Flowers. We must fight to disrupt the human kingdom and prevent their preparations for war. This is an agreement with Emhyr, and we cannot violate it. Sorry, Fira Verde."

The man bowed deeply to her.

"I forgive you, Enid, but I don't know if the sacrificed children forgive you."

……

Stygian Castle.

The wind from above the cliff poured in through the windows.

Countless books on the bookshelves made a slight clinking sound.

Hereby—

Rita Nieder frowned slightly as she watched the magical aura flashing away in the telescope beside the big water tank.

This is the tenth time she has noticed the magic power fluctuation.

I was very surprised.

Who is tirelessly contacting that dead ghost—Wigger Fortz?

A gleam of light flashed in his blue eyes, and he always thought of that high-ranking member of the Warlock Brotherhood, the most popular figure in both the North and the South.

Just like that, he died silently in Roy's hands, annihilated into cosmic dust.

She felt a burst of disbelief, and her fate was uncertain.

If it hadn't been for Roy to bring her to this castle, let her see Vigo's inseparable, seriously injured and dying assistant Lydia.

She thought it was a joke.

But before today, she never knew that Vigfortez, who is charming, talented, loved and trusted by his colleagues, is not just a pervert who tortures innocent people-the laboratory is full of cruel instruments of torture, Syringes, special electric chairs, and dozens of buried skeletons.

Colluding with the South earlier, betraying the Brotherhood of Warlocks of the North!

What a scum among mages!

"Tsk tsk... you are worthy of being one of the six members of the wizarding society. The collection of books in Wigfortz's room is complete and valuable. The number is equivalent to one-fifth of Ben Ard's. It can be called a small Magic Academy."

A man wearing a loose and greasy mage robe and a sharp Mediterranean hairstyle is holding a thick tome, with an excited and wretched smile on his sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked face, "especially this long-out-of-print "Natural Magic" Mysteries and Mysteries", when I study it thoroughly, the level of alchemy will definitely be improved to a higher level. Unfortunately, his most precious things should be carried in the space ring with him, and they will be annihilated together."

The pair of small sesame-like eyes turned around, feeling a little regretful, the literature related to the extraction of Vigo's greatest ancient bloodline had already been put away by Coral.

Listed as forbidden.

"But this castle is pretty good. It's located in the uninhabited stone lake of Ebin. It's a secret location. It's big enough. It has a complete range of experimental equipment, all of which are top-quality goods. Gems and rare magic materials are enough to last decades. Ms. Rita, how about Let's just move the laboratory from Nuocheng?"

"There's no need to move," Shan Shan shook her head. "From today on, Stiga Castle will be listed as the refuge of the Witcher Brotherhood along with the bottom of the Temple Island and the bottom of the Nine Valley Lake."

"Good idea." Kalkstein casually opened a page of the tome, glanced at the past, and asked seemingly casually,

"That Lydia, what are you going to do with it?"

Coral pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment.

She didn't expect Roy to leave this hot potato behind.

"Lydia is not yet 50 years old, she is just a little girl who is confused and brainwashed by that conspirator. I will let her know where she is going."

……

The morning glow dyes the sky into a warm red, and the breeze blows the thousands of willow trees in the corner of the courtyard dancing gracefully, like a beauty in a light gauze.

After a near-miss catastrophe, the Gawain House was briefly restored to a bustling scene.

In the bright alchemy room, Vicky hugged the large and small medicine bottles in her arms, and looked at the pestle, measuring cup, and heater on the alchemy table with a full face.

"My baby, I can't hold it anymore, woohoo..."

"Come on, big sister." Renee grinned brightly, the gap between her newly erupted baby teeth was ridiculously wide, and she frantically stuffed a bunch of dried white chrysanthemums and sage into the package of her blue dress Inside, the waist was bulging, like a little squirrel collecting food for the winter.

"Mr. Lei Suo didn't say that there is everything there, and we will go to Kaedwin to buy what is missing. Just in time, we can change some new alchemy equipment. Don't you think so, Conrad?"

The handsome little boy by the stove nodded suddenly, but looked through the glass window of the alchemy room at the busy scene in the yard, with a look of disappointment on his face.

Behind the cat vulture.

Putting on a brand-new leather armor, the energetic Arkham Tom carried a half-person-high storage box and slowly walked towards the teleportation door of the meeting room.

Carl was all smiles, and playfully kicked the ass of his companion in front of him.

A dozen or so demon hunter apprentices surrounded the five seniors who participated in the bloody battle, their eyes sparkling, they turned into fans, chatting non-stop

Three hunting and farming apprentices, Oreo, Terry, and Beam, with hoes and pitchforks in their arms, wooden bows and quiveres on their backs, and several bags of crop seeds on their shoulders, followed behind Serrit.

Father and daughter Quintas, Fyodor, and Claf Todaloqu, wearing their beloved blacksmith aprons, clasped the forging hammer in their hands, with a little nervousness and discomfort on their faces that they were about to enter a new environment.

The big hairless Gorfin vulture was carrying a pile of messy luggage, which was just right to cover the bare skin, so that she would not be too ashamed.

The little black dog barked and licked its long beak.

Escal's Scorpion, Geralt's Carrot, Roy's Wilt, Lambert's Scorpion, and several horses formed a circle among the crowd, whispering with their hooves and snorts.

Thirty or so students were in the dormitory, packing up their bedding, clothes, shoes, and notebooks left on weekdays, discussing the upcoming journey.

The small faces were flushed with excitement, and the eyes were full of tension, anticipation, and reluctance.

"We've only been here for two years, and we're leaving."

Conrad muttered,

"A big man, why are you sad? Didn't Grandpa Vesemir say that we can come back anytime in the future!"

Renee hummed disdainfully in her nasal cavity, but the corners of her mouth puckered unconsciously, her eyes flushed.

This small and exquisite courtyard with red bricks and green tiles has carried too many good memories for everyone.

"So we have to work hard to grow up," Vicky pursed her lips, her delicate face showed firmness, and the blonde ponytail swayed slightly on the back of her head. "In the future, I will help the teachers protect their homes."

"Instead of just hiding and praying for them like last time!"

"Ok!"

Outside the fence wall in the yard.

A group of demon hunters reluctantly bid farewell to their friends, acquaintances and lovers in Nuocheng.

"Masters, Kaer Morhen is thousands of miles away, and the journey is far away. You must take care when you go..." Dandelion glanced slightly sadly at all the demon hunters present, and today he replaced the demon hunter for the first time. Wearing a fancy bard coat and a serious and serious gray gentleman jacket, "Don't worry here in Nordic City, my friends, we will cooperate well with the propaganda offensive of Archbishop Cyrus and Gawain Samsa, continue Wash off the bad name on your head."

"With the [-] crowns that Master Roy demanded from that loan shark, the next step is to continue north and open a dance hall branch in Redania."

"Believe me, with our three-inch tongue, at most one year, you will become great heroes admired by everyone, and come back triumphantly! There are more than 3 people in Nuocheng, and it is not a problem for one or two thousand people to hate you."

"When will we get rid of the habit of talking nonsense?" Geralt shook his head and smiled at his old friend, "We don't need you to worry about it, but you, without our care, stop messing around all day long Run and make trouble, or sooner or later someone will cut off your 'leg'!"

He glanced at the tights with blue shirt and orange sleeves, and Priscilla who was as quiet as a beauty grass, and said meaningfully,

"The woman who stays with you honestly, don't be a flirt!"

"Geralt, don't slander my reputation! You should deal with Ms. Yennefer wholeheartedly! Stop driving piles!"

"What's up with Kaer Morhen in the wilderness? Believe it or not, I'll seal your mouth with Arden."

"Ahem, Master Dandelion," a plead appeared on Ke En's honest and honest cheeks, "I'll be away while I'm away, please take good care of Ignacena."

His tri-colored pupils turned affectionately to his side, holding his hand, a lover full of fashion, the latter's big black eyes stared lovingly,

"I'll be back in a month or so."

Iggesena loves poetry and drama performances, so she chooses to stay and work in the Nuocheng Song and Dance Hall.

After all, Cohen has joined the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters, and the chivalry he has received since he was a child has made him feel more responsible for the orphanage, fellow demon hunters, and children.

So he chose to leave with the big team.

"Don't worry," Master Dan patted Cohen on the shoulder, and blinked at him, "Persilla and I promise to teach her carefully and make her a star of tomorrow!"

"The manager of the song and dance hall branch!"

The other pair is in a completely different situation.

Not far from the crowd,

Escal, a handsome guy with fair skin, was whispering intimately with a woman with double horns on her forehead, a sexy figure, chocolate-colored skin, and an exotic look.

Eyes full of beautiful longing, discussing building their own happy hut in Kaer Morhen.

……

Roy stretched out his left hand from under the swaddle in his arms, and there was a splash of water on his palm.

His face turned into bitter melon.

"Hey..." The white and tender Mi Nuo blinked his big innocent eyes at his elder brother, giggled, and started sucking one of his fingers.

In the yard, the old Moore couple, who were carrying pots and pans on their backs, noticed this warm scene and couldn't help smiling. Not long after they arrived at Gawain's House, they took over most of the chores of farming, cooking, and sanitation, and they became a brotherhood An indispensable housekeeper of life.

This trip to Kaer Morhen, they went together.

Temporarily moving to Kaer Morhen is also a good transition choice.

But this is not Roy's ultimate goal. The demon hunter's base should not be limited to the north or the south.

However, his grand plan requires the cooperation of the other two ancient blood.

One of them was not yet born.

Roy thought about it and moved to Kaer Morhen for two months. When the unexpected daughter in Calanthe's womb was born, the third grass trial should also be on the agenda.

……