God-level Demon Hunter

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In the early morning of the next day, there was a white belly in the sky, a layer of wet and cold mist floated in the air, and the dewdrops shone among the stars and the young leaves of Dendrobium.

Roy, who had been exercising all night, quietly returned to the camp.

There are many traces of terror that no one knows about in the wilderness several miles away.

The witcher camp was noisy.

The children folded the quilt, put away the tent, and packed the luggage in order.

Youth is the greatest capital. After half a month of adaptation, they can fall into a deep sleep in the wild and be full of energy during the day.

The dwarven camp across the way was in motion at the same time, with the sound of packing—horses stomping and snorting, harnesses clinking, wheels and poles creaking, dwarves cursing rudely.

With a hoarse voice, Yarpanzigrin brought the quartermaster named Wenk and five companions to the demon hunter.

"The masters want to set off with us, and I have no objection." Quartermaster Wen Ke said bluntly, "I trust Yarpen's vision, and he trusts you."

Wenk did not doubt the motives of the demon hunters. If these powerful people had malicious intentions, their convoy would have been wiped out last night.

The dwarf squeezed the swollen black eye sockets at the witcher as if to take credit.

"But there is one problem," the quartermaster looked calmly at the children who were quickly packing their luggage beside the carriage, "I must arrive at my destination safely and on time, otherwise I will lose my head. And you have brought so many children."

"The health of these children is not inferior to that of dwarf teenagers." Yarpan patted his chest and said, "I don't think they will slow down the speed, and your Excellency knows that this road goes south through the forest and leads directly to the Lake Hilla River. I I hear all kinds of evil creatures roam the woods."

"You're right." The commissioner nodded, glanced at the eyes of the demon hunters, and said in unison, "In Kaedwen's forest, especially recently, we are very likely to encounter some evil creatures, and they It was instigated by other bad species to attack the convoy of passers-by, including you."

"His Majesty Henselt had a foresight long ago, so he granted me the power to recruit warriors along the way. What do you think?"

Roy exchanged glances with his companions, and instantly understood that the evil creatures he was referring to were Scoia'tael.

Before the incident in Nordic City, the neutral wolf faction demon hunters would have rejected Wenk's invitation decisively.

They hate Scoia'tael, but they don't kill themselves.

but now--

"If you're traveling with Your Excellency, it's our duty to protect the safety of the convoy." Vesemir nodded.

"Then I'm relieved." A gentle smile appeared on Wen Ke's calm face, "In the days to come, I will be responsible for your health and safety until the Lake Hilla River."

"Happy cooperation!"

The two sides returned to the ranks and began to shout and issue orders.

The coachmen got into their carriages, shook the reins at the horses, and bumped along the path.

The team of witchers followed closely behind.

Two or three children sit on a horse, some ride in a car, and apprentices with better physical fitness follow on foot, exercising, and occasionally resting for a while with their buttocks rubbing their feet in the air on the board of the car.

"Roy, I heard some strange... noises when I was watching the night last night." Bernie gently tugged on the reins, causing the carriage to avoid a tree stump in front of him.

Then he took the Mahakam liquor handed over by the witcher with peace of mind, and concealed it in his thick beard.

"From the second half of the night to the dawn, most of the time it is vaguely absent, and occasionally it bursts out, like the devil's hiss... hiss... reminds me of... the call of the deer's head spirit... But I will look for it I can't find anything, the demon hunter is an expert... found something... anything unusual?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Roy's eyes, what kind of ears does this guy have?Even the sound of the experimental seal can be heard a few miles away!

"That's right," he said with dead seriousness. "I found a ghoul in the woods two miles away last night, but it's sleeping in its grave now...forever."

Bernie's eyes widened in admiration, "I haven't seen you for more than four years. Not only have you grown taller, but you've also grown much stronger." His stammering tone was full of pride.

"A fly in the ointment, you... still... don't have a beautiful beard, manly chest hair..." He glanced at Roy's smooth chin and the placket on his chest, expressing his opinion euphemistically, "It's too...chic. Even if you want to rob women from us... the dwarves, no one is willing to make do with you."

"I repeat," Roy rubbed his temples, shook his head and smiled, "I won't compete with you for a dwarf woman! That doesn't fit my aesthetics, I already have other women."

"You mean the sorceress?" The dwarf looked at the coral in the children's pile, with smooth and delicate skin, and under the lace-trimmed dress, the plump figure was as thrilling as rolling mountains.

Even during this long journey, she was still wearing delicate light makeup, and the red fire show was flying in the wind, covering half of her cheeks. She noticed the eyes of the two and smiled gently.

Breathtakingly beautiful.

The only pity is that compared to dwarf women, there is a little less unique beard on the chin.

But better than nothing!

Bernie gives him the thumbs up in encouragement.

Roy leaned back comfortably on the back of the carriage, and looked at Paulie Dahlberg, who was wearing a red scarf on the carriage in front of him. Knight Grimm was playing with the dwarf's hand crossbow and heavy hammer, his eyes full of war. meaning.

Can't this guy stop for a while?

"What about you? Bernie, are you still used to staying in Kaedwin for the past two years?"

Bernie thought about it seriously, "Kedwin, fellow dwarves...not so much. But the temper of the Kaedwin...is quite to my liking, frank and direct...I like it if I like it...I hate it...I hate it... You won’t do one thing to the face, one thing behind the other’s back, or secretly—”

"Still planning the third set!" Roy answered with a smile as he remembered someone.

"Yes!" Bernie spit all over excitedly, looking at the witcher was like looking at a confidant.

"Besides, it's cold, and they love to eat meat...drinking...swearing...hitting Quint..." Bernie pondered for a while, "Just like a proverb...all humans are savages...but people from Science Devin's people are the worst, like someone dressed... pigs and taught them to walk on their hind legs... humming and boring... stinks."

Bernie, in his barren language, paid the Kaedwins the highest praise,

"They have the same level of... rude sense of humor as we do! The level of swearing is on par with us..."

"Roy, I like you... I regard you as a brother, but you still lack the roughness and unrestrainedness of Kaedwen... and Mahakam."

"I think I'm in a good state now." Roy smiled, and looked to the northeast again. Monty's naughty bastards were hiding behind the oak barrels of the carriage, pestering the driver Reagan Dalber Let him tell of the glorious past hunts of Okvista the Dragon of Quartz Mountain.

The bearded man was talking about the pile of colorful gems he had looted from the dragon's lair, and the bard wrote a poem about this adventure.

……

"Bernie, haven't you had a hard time in the past year?" Roy pricked up his ears, and Yarpan on the carriage in front of him was seriously discussing political issues with the witcher White Wolf.

Yarpen angrily stated his position on the grand issue between ancient races, humans, and betrayal.

He made no secret of the fact that his grandmother died at the hands of humans, but he still put down his hatred and served humans.

He just wants to bring peace.

But anger doesn't mask the concern in his tone.

Commissioner Wenk, who was further ahead, also quietly pricked up his ears to eavesdrop.

"I don't feel well..." Bernie lowered his fluffy face, looked at the mud and stones speeding past under the frame, and whispered imperceptibly, "King Henselt... didn't start Then trust us."

"I feel a little...alienated. Great Elder Brovar Hogg is just...alienated from Boss Yarpan, alienated from Zoltan Ziva..."

"Perhaps King Henselt intentionally... sent us away from the city of Ard Kale... to let us go to the... muddy water of the Scoia'tael."

"I feel bad."

Roy clicked his tongue, and couldn't help but glanced at Bernie Gao. This guy looked stupid, but his mind was quite clear.

He analyzed along the way,

"More and more ancient races are joining the Scoia'tael, and some of them support humans on the surface, but they secretly help these fighters and help them escape the hunt."

"Humans will naturally have an illusion that all ancient races that they regard as their own compatriots will stab their knives in the back."

Roy said meaningfully, "This situation will intensify, and in the eyes of humans, the boundaries between Scoia'tael and the ancient race will gradually blur."

Bernie fell silent when he heard the words, his face turned slightly blue.

The conflict between the ancient race and the northern humans has existed since ancient times and is difficult to reconcile.

Especially under Nilfgaard's ulterior motives, promises of temptation, and a large number of publicity offensives, they have become the vanguard of the Southern Empire's siege.

Perhaps only when the ancient races are all killed, or have a piece of land of their own, the war will subside.

Roy sighed, and suddenly felt a chill down his back.

Turning around, Vicky, who was kneeling on the bullock cart, smiled shyly at him, a few golden braids fluttering with the wind passing through the cart, and Renee and Lilia waved to him enthusiastically.

Under the guidance of Shan Shan, a few little girls are using a paintbrush to outline the scene of the convoy driving to pass the boring time.

Roy, who is the most charismatic, is the central model.

"Bernie, seriously, if you encountered Scoia'tael, would you kill them?" The witcher looked at his old dwarf friend and asked,

Bernie was silent, stroking the pony's tail uneasily.

"Then you think the Scoia'tael will show mercy to the compatriots of the ancient race?"

Roy changed his advice.

Bernie took out the wine bottle under his beard, took a deep swig, and said in a low voice, "I know what you mean...I'm a drinker, a gambler, and a rude person...but I'm absolutely loyal, and this operation is for... ...It is my responsibility to deliver military supplies for King Henselt!"

"Whoever wants...to take them away, destroy...the carriage, it's not allowed!"

He touched the dark butt of his hammer at his feet.

"Unless you ask my old buddy, unless you step on my... corpse!"

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The mighty convoy drove through the quiet path in the forest.

The conversations of dwarves, humans, and witchers echoed endlessly in the woods.

Chapter 4 For Ari Ryan

The following week was uneventful.

The wagons passed through changing moors, clear streams, low hills, and juniper forests, and the Scoia'tael did not appear.

The witcher's apprentices got along well with the dwarves, and they appeared by the campfire on time every night, listening to the dwarves headed by Yarpen brag about their wonderful adventures in the past.

What hunting petrified lizards that are only a tiny bit smaller than giant dragons, and dealing with ogres that eat at least two people for each meal... In the Ad Callai drinking contest, without sleep for two days and two nights, defeated Skelly Jay's sailors, won the championship...

Then I got the reward of free refill for life.

Occasionally, Commissioner Wenk will also make a few speeches, such as his views on the Scoia'tael Party, the domestic situation in Kaedwin, etc., but most of the time he listens quietly like the witcher.

Almost every dwarf showed an eloquence comparable to that of a master speaker. While stroking his beard and drinking strong wine, his loud voice continued, as if he was giving a speech to boost morale before going to the battlefield.

Even Bernie, who stuttered, told several thrilling adventure stories.

Compared with the more down-to-earth witcher who likes to narrate in a straightforward manner, dwarven orators who love to use rhetorical techniques such as exaggeration and metaphor are obviously more popular with children.

Some nights the apprentices simply slept on blankets by the dwarves' campfire.

Sleep with them, listen to them snore and fart.

The atmosphere on both sides became more harmonious.

However, Roy looked at the wooden boxes full of goods in the carriage and the deep wheel marks from time to time, and fell into thought.

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It was a gloomy day a week later, and the air was filled with oppression.

The convoy passed through a savage forest, and the dwarves and the demon hunters simultaneously pulled the reins to slow down.

Where the trees were not sheltering, ruins were exposed.

Smooth granite and cracked blunt marble blocks can be seen everywhere in the ruins. Long-term wind and rain have worn away their surface patterns. Countless winters of severe cold have cracked and shattered the stone surfaces, and tree roots have divided the stones into several pieces.

Deeper in the waste, under the cover of dense tree shade, there are broken columns and white arcades in disorder, covered with lush green ivy and green moss.

"What's that place?" Vicky asked the sorceress beside her curiously.

"Sayla Verde..."

"A castle?" Karl rubbed his smooth chin, looked at Yarpen beside him,

"No, little bastard, the elves never build castles, this is a palace!" The dwarf looked at the ruins with a solemn expression, with vigilance and admiration in his eyes.

"Can we go there and have a look?" Karl turned to the witchers and asked, dozens of pairs of eyes full of expectation.

During this uninhabited escort trip, they have long been tired of seeing the same plants and empty dirt roads.

This palace is considered a rare place of interest.

They should also learn more.

Roy looked at Commissioner Wenk questioningly.

"That place has special significance to the elves and Scoia'tael..." Wenk retorted tactfully, "So it's very dangerous, everyone, it's best to leave immediately!"

"But it doesn't take much time just to take a look at it." Yarpan chimed in.