God-level Demon Hunter

This time the trial of green grass was longer than expected, even though his physique had reached [-] points at that time, he was still in Kaer Morhen's laboratory, and was conflicted by the medicinal properties of the snake faction, the flying lion monster, and the wolf faction. It was tortured so much that life was worse than death, and it took a year and two months to survive the whole process.

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Roy

Age: 18 years old

Identity: Witcher of Viper School, Demon Hunter of Flying Lion School, Demon Hunter of Wolf School, Knight of Lake Vizima, member of Brotherhood of Demon Hunters

Life: 380→440 (Grass Trial +120)

Mana: 310→380 (Grass Trial +120)

Attributes:

Strength: 16→20

Agility: 16→20

Constitution: 30→32

Perception: 12→17

Will: 32→34

Charisma: 9 → 10

Spirit: 23→26

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Trial of Green Grass (Passive Solidification): You endure the third inhuman torture, your attributes gain explosive growth, the upper limit of life is permanently increased by 80→120, and the upper limit of magic power is increased by 80→120

profession:

Demon Hunter Lv13 (15500/14500)

Stage: Intermediate Witcher

Advanced achievement conditions:

1. Drink the remaining three (Griffin, Bear Pie, and Cat Pie) herbal decoctions

2.猎杀单项属性超过2阶的魔力生物10/10（卡塔卡恩，石化鸡蛇、巨食尸鬼、狮鹫派猎魔人科斯蒂（灵体）、高阶吸血鬼格鲁飞德、沼泽巫婆、诺德尸鬼霸主、巨龙米尔墨尼尔、冰巨魔*2……威戈佛特兹）

3. Obtain large mutation inducers 7/10 (Kata Kahn, petrified cockatrice, giant ghoul, swamp witch, bloodthorn wight, ice troll*2...).

Remaining: 1 attribute point

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The third trial of grass was not as abnormal as the second increase of 24.5 attributes, but it also gained 21 attributes. Roy's weakest melee attributes such as strength and agility were finally completed to level 2.

Only the Perception attribute failed to break through 20 points.

As for the will, spirit, and physique, they already surpassed ninety-nine percent of the demon hunters in the Brotherhood, not to mention that he hadn't undergone a second mutation yet.

The two melee attributes finally got out of the embarrassing position at the end of the crane, and the whole body was filled with surging strength.

However, the ancient blood flowing in his body and the genes derived from the elves kept his body shape just right and well-proportioned, so that he would not be overly strong.

He is still just over 1.8 meters tall, and his arms, chest, abdomen, back, and thighs under his clothes are full of fine and tough muscles.

His facial features have completely lost their childishness, and they are already equivalent to a young man in his twenties.

The original dark gold and silver-gray pupils were completely transformed into silver-gray, which suddenly gave him an aristocratic aura.

Roy had a strong premonition that after this time, the color of the pupils would not change again.

For more than a year, it wasn't just Roy who had changed.

Carl, who was wearing a black cloak at the front of the team and showed a handsome face, became more stable after Kaer Morhen's long-term training.

Apart from Monty's usual four companions, there were seven newborn demon hunters with beast pupils behind him.

With everyone's concerted efforts over the past year, all the demon hunter apprentices have passed the green grass test one after another.

They devoured Kalkstein, Coral, Triss, and Lydia, a non-staff member of "Abandoning Darkness and Turning to Light", carefully improved, safer, and simplified herbal decoction. The improvement in physical fitness is not as good as that of traditional demon hunters, but luckily There are no sequelae left.

Twelve pairs of amber, gray-green, or scarlet eyes glistened against the backdrop of the gorgeous sunset glow through the forest.

Now, with the addition of the original three members of the Cat faction, four members of the Snake faction, four members of the Wolf faction, and one member of the Griffin faction,

The number of witchers in the Brotherhood has reached an unprecedented 24.

After staying dormant in Kaer Morhen for more than a year, everyone was very quiet before starting this exchange trip to the Temple of Errand.

It's just that the temple is not Roy's destination.

……

"Roy, how long will we be there?" Arkham Tom sat down next to the witcher, swinging his dangling legs comfortably, his black bangs were blown by the breeze across the freckles between the bridge of his nose.

"It's been half a month since we left Kaer Morhen. We've already passed through the Gwynrich River, several villages in Upper Buina, and passed through Kaedwin's capital, Ad Kalai, from outside the city. Into the land of Errand for a month."

"Aunt Nancy is really as amiable as you say?" Carl leaned his head from the black horse's neck, "Are there really hundreds of young and beautiful girls in the temple?"

"The little guy has grown up and knows how to appreciate delicate roses." The cat eagle grinned teasingly at the disciple, "But you care so much about other girls, does Vicki know?!"

"What's wrong with learning? Why not learn to be a prodigal son in love with Lambert?" Oakes joked.

Carl glanced at the little blond girl who was whispering to a group of girls in the carriage behind, and retracted her head with a sarcastic smile.

"That's enough, buddy," Lambert walked up to Oakes and slapped his mount's butt, complaining dissatisfiedly, "What's the matter with the prodigal son? I always focus on external communication and don't hurt people's feelings!"

"Beast!" Aiden said disdainfully.

"Stop arguing, kids, the Temple of Meritelli is a sacred and solemn place, be honest when you get there, and abide by the rules of the temple! Don't harass the priestess!" The bald man patted the big sandbag Fist, attracting the children's attention, Amber's pupils glowed coldly, sternly exhorting,

"Leso, we are already independent demon hunters," Chanem complained dissatisfiedly, "Can you stop treating us like children?"

"Quiet!" The sorceress suddenly pulled the rein of the horse, and said loudly in a crisp voice. Everyone followed her gaze. Not far from the exit of the woods, the only way to go south, beside an old stone bridge, you can see an old stone bridge. The bridgehead set up by the Kaedwen Kingdom is dressed in red in the light of the setting sun.

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In a typical bridgehead, there are only three soldiers, a toll collector, a groom, and at most a few passers-by.

But this place was overcrowded. Roy glanced around and saw more than 30 light infantrymen, all dressed in the costumes of the Kaedwen Kingdom, and a total of fifty sword and shield fighters camped around the low fence.

Most of them follow the soldiers' field rules and lie by the campfire to recharge their batteries to deal with emergencies.

The open gate was crowded with people, and there were many soldiers resting in the fortress.

The farmer's ox cart and the merchant's cart are parked in the yard.

On the crooked watchtower, two soldiers held crossbows for vigilance. When they noticed the team walking out of the woods, they immediately shouted!

"Oh my god...you, master demon hunters, where are you going?" The sergeant quickly greeted him, looking around at the carriage approaching the fortress, the pair of vertical pupils made him tremble with fear, and his tone knew nothing Jue became very polite, "Bring so many children, are they apprentices?"

The demon hunters looked at each other, and all of them were stunned, while the twelve young demon hunters had proud faces on their faces.

Along the way, they met many passers-by who were in awe of themselves.

More than a year ago, the battle of Novigrad spread throughout the northern border, and the more it spread, the more mysterious it became. How could one fight against a hundred and ten people kill thousands of temple guards, which really made the demon hunter's reputation even worse Go up a floor.

Deterrent.

No one dared to swear at them anymore, or point fingers and sarcasm. Naturally, this was not a bad phenomenon, and the witcher was at ease.

……

"We're going to Elland." Roy stepped out of the crowd and explained simply, his eyes swept over the muddy ground near the fortress. The mess was not only footprints, but also a large area of ​​uncovered fighting traces, as well as the air scattered in the air. A faint smell of blood.

A heavy rain last night could not wash away these traces.

The sergeant, who was extremely good at observing words and expressions, breathed a sigh of relief. Instead of asking more questions, he guessed the demon hunter's doubts.

"Masters, you must have seen the problem. The fortress was attacked last night. If we hadn't arrived with reinforcements in time, this place would have been turned into ruins." The sergeant answered thoughtfully.

He really didn't dare to provoke these more than 20 demon hunters now.

There were no more than 200 soldiers in the fortress, and no matter how strong their combat power was, they couldn't compare to the group of devout Eternal Flame guards. Naturally, he didn't want to get burned by the demon hunters.

"Who dares to attack Kaedwen's sentry post?" Knight Grim escaped from the crowd and lived in Kaer Morhen for more than a year. He was also isolated from the world and had no information. "Hasn't Nilfgaard already signed a peace agreement with the North?"

"Of course Nilfgaard doesn't dare to tear up the agreement openly, so they funded it secretly, that group of hateful forest bandits!"

The sergeant spat, looking at the knight's dark gold armor and blond hair, he couldn't figure out how he could get along with the witcher,

"Scoia tael!" He said in a strange tone full of hatred, and the eyes of the heavily armed Kaedweni soldiers behind him shone with hatred.

Roy and his companions exchanged glances, "Is this what Scoia'tael means?"

"Yes, sir, that's what they call themselves. Some say because of the squirrel tails adorning their fur hats or loins, and others say they live in the forest and eat nothing but nuts. Of course they are not only elves. , as well as half-bloods, halflings, dwarves, anyone who hates humans has been drawn in by them."

"I've heard rumors that you once killed such a group of anti-human extreme armed groups in Nuocheng." He said with admiration on his face, "It's a good deed that pleases people's hearts, but it's a pity that too few people were killed."

"How?" Serrit asked, crossing his arms around his chest.

"The plague of that mob now generally spreads from Novigrad to Kaedwen farther north. The whole of the North, to be exact."

"Brugge, Kerak, near Verden, the edge of the Brokleon Forest, Aedirn, Kaedwen, Temeria, Redalia, all human teams, caravans, armies, and There are strays passing by."

"In Kaedwen, they are like wildfire and locust swarms, running around in the form of a commando group, leaving no chickens and dogs wherever they pass, and they are more cruel than robbers who block the road. They don't want money, as long as human blood is shed, To hell. Shouting something like 'human domination is over, it's time to restore the old order and drive humanity back to the sea'. This bridgehead is a typical victim."

The demon hunters all looked solemn when they heard the words.

The Scoia'tael, who were once under their hands like chickens and dogs, has grown to the point where the Four Kingdoms are afraid.

This is not good news.

After the conflict in Nordic City, the Scoia'tael and the Witcher became sworn enemies.

"Your Excellency, according to what you said, the journey southward across the bridge to Errand is not smooth?" Vesemir looked into the courtyard, where several corpses covered in white cloth were emitting a rotten stench.

"For you masters, it shouldn't be a problem, no amount of Scoia'tael is enough for you to kill." The sergeant complimented, looked at the group of children again, and changed the topic. "But you have brought so many 'children', you must be more careful."

He stepped aside and gave the soldiers under his command a look.

In front of the demon hunter, the old broken bridge that was trampled by horseshoes turned into a smooth road.

Not only were the twelve young demon hunters not afraid, but their eyes were shining brightly.

They have had enough of the whole day of discussion and training in Kaer Morhen, and urgently need actual combat to test the results of their training.

Scoia'tael, the perfect training target!

"By the way, there was a convoy crossing the bridge not long ago, heading south. I should drop by with you. It's getting dark." He said tactfully to see off the passengers,

"That convoy is bound to stop for a while to rest. Everyone, you might as well follow up and take care of each other."

From Kaedwen, to Ellander.

Fort attacked by Scoia'tael.

A dusty memory emerged from Roy's mind, and he couldn't help but get a little excited.

"What are you waiting for?"

Roy waved to the team behind him, and the horse team quickly left the broken bridge.

It wasn't until the figure completely disappeared from sight that the soldiers in the fortress and the passers-by who were resting all heaved a long sigh of relief.

"Brothers, cheer up tonight, stay on guard, and work harder!"

Although they admired the demon hunter's brilliant record in killing the Scoia'tael and their superhuman combat effectiveness, everyone didn't want to be in the same room with dangerous mutants.

There were only a dozen or so in Nuocheng, but this time there were more than twenty.

Maybe he became another batch of temple guards without knowing it?

Thanks to the bard's promotion, and the new book written by the Archbishop of Eternal Flame - "The Demon Hunter is not the evil people imagined, they can also bathe in the eternal fire".

Today, the People's Congress of the Northern Territory has a basic consensus that the best way to treat demon hunters is to keep them at arm's length.

……

The light fled, and the night fell.

In a fertile field not far south of the bridge.

A group of carriages formed a circle on the side of the gravel road, and the yellow bonfire in the center illuminated the white canvas beside the carriages.

A group of people are talking around a campfire.

Yeh——

A sudden high-pitched neigh broke the silence of the night.