God-level Demon Hunter

Wen Ke took a deep breath, and a trace of helplessness appeared on his cold cheeks, "Leave in half an hour, dismount and walk over, it is inconvenient for horses to walk among the rocks."

"yeah!"

The children cheered and rushed over.

Roy, Coral, Geralt, Yarpen, Vesemir, Vulture... six guards followed behind, and the rest stayed behind in the convoy.

"Slow down, kids, don't break things!"

They walked along the direction of the ruins for about 5 minutes, stepping on the soft fallen leaves that covered the forest, up the marble steps, and then the moss-covered flagstones.

Walk into the ruined wall that still retains the unique style of the ancient elves.

A group of children fumbled around, and the witchers surrounded them like bodyguards.

"This palace is so beautiful!" Renee asked loudly, stroking the intricate green leaves and arabesques on the columns, "Why would someone destroy it?"

"To be precise, the elves themselves destroyed this palace. Before they left." Vesemir stroked the veins on the marble floor and explained patiently, "The second conflict between elves and humans completely failed more than 200 years ago." After that, before withdrawing to the mountains, they began to destroy their once splendid and splendid buildings, palaces everywhere, lest they be stolen by humans."

"For example, the Valley of the Nine, the ruins of Etaiye... were all destroyed."

"But there are more buildings that they didn't have time to destroy," Yarpan said with a complex look on his face, "Humans built cities on top of these ruins, such as Temeria's capital, Vizima, and the academic center in the north. Oxenfurt, Ed Geneville, a group of tribes on the edge of the world, Maribor, Sintra, and even Novigrad, the most famous free city in the north, are the most talked about buildings. The handwriting of the elves in the past!"

"You humans..." Yarpan envied with a touch of sarcasm, "probably put all your talents on reproduction, and you can live better than rabbits. So now, you have won the world and killed most of them cruelly. The ancient race - drove the elves into the wild blue mountains, drove most of the dwarves and dwarves to Mahakam, Tier Tosha Mine, and drove the halflings to the wilderness. Every city discriminates against Generally, there are ancient ethnic gathering areas."

"Ahem..." Roy glared at Yarpan, "Your Excellency, pay attention to the occasion when you speak. Are you talking about fertility with a group of witch hunters, female sorceresses, and children?"

"I'm sorry..." Yarpan shrugged his shoulders, and said unceremoniously, "I forgot that you are worse than us dwarves!"

The witchers couldn't help but look fiercely at him, while the sorceress cast a faint glance at Roy beside her.imagination.

She knew that Roy had an unexpected daughter, and just after passing the third green grass trial, she couldn't wait to go to Skelly to visit the little one.

And I am doomed to have no offspring in this life!

……

"Now the elves imprisoned in the mountains are instigated by Nilfgaard, at least most people guess so, reappear and take revenge!"

Yarpan waved his hand domineeringly, gesturing everyone to follow him, stepped on the rough stone slabs, and walked into the center of the palace, a deformed fountain—the grotesque stone slabs and stones were divided by dense alder and birch, like a forest and stones.

Many shallow ditches flow behind the flower, some form streams on the ground, and some cascade down the steps, washing away the leaves, gravel, and other debris left on the building.

Behind this ditch, the arch made of marble and clay, half buried under the soil, is still brightly colored, as if it has only stood for three days, not two centuries.

They lined up and ducked in.

Come to the most amazing place in the palace.

A flowerbed with a relief border.

Among the colorful terracotta granules, there grows a dense rose, full of white and beautiful flowers, and pearly dew glistens on the delicate petals.

The rose bushes are dotted with a slanted marble relief, with a delicate and noble face, a typical elf beauty.

The gold, precious stones and other ornaments on the stone slabs have long been secretly pried away by thieves.

But her facial features are still vivid.

"Eri Ryan, also known to dwarves and humans as Elle Lena." Yarpan pointed to the beauty on the relief and explained to the curious children around him, "Two centuries ago, the leader of the elf uprising .”

This weather-beaten relief seems to have a profound magical power, and people can't help but pay their respects.

"After the elves were defeated by humans, King Felavandre Ain Fidal led his people to retreat into the Blue Mountains. However, despite dissuasion, Ari Ryan led the young people among the elves, took up weapons, and shouted 'for Shay Raved's slogan, challenge and attack the human beings who are hundreds of times larger than themselves, and want to take back the invaded homeland." There was a trace of excitement in Yarpan's eyes, and at this moment he also transformed into an ancient race a member of

Although he is on the human side, it does not prevent him from respecting the martyrs of the ancient race.

"There is no exception in the end, all the elves who participated in the battle died completely."

"This is enough to prove that Scoia'tael's actions have not ended well."

Everyone silently stared at the beautiful face on the relief. Why does a woman have such courage and determination to die?

There has also been a slight change in the senses of the Elven Scoia'tael.

Killing innocent thugs indiscriminately?Or a heroic fighter for the restoration of the homeland?

"Ari Ryan sacrificed herself for the freedom of the ancient race. She and this dilapidated palace called Shai Raved became a symbol of the spirit of resistance of the ancient race."

"Have you seen these flowers? Do you know why they can bloom beautifully all year round in the midst of ruins?" Yarpan asked himself, "Because many elves, dwarves, dwarves, and halflings passing by will Come and pay homage, look up, and take good care of it.”

"So Scoia'tael will be here too?" Carl asked.

"So, kids... What did Wenk say before? This place is very dangerous." Yarpan looked around with a warning look on his face, "The agreed half hour has arrived, the story we should listen to Now that you've finished listening, hurry up and leave!"

The dwarf turned his ax around and strode back.

"Vesemir, Roy, Geralt, Coral." Monty followed behind stiffly, turning his head in a daze, "Is the Scoia'tael really a villain who kills innocent people indiscriminately?"

Not only him, many children showed a trace of confusion on their faces.

Ari Ryan...Shai Laverde, a heroic epic.

The Scoia'tael's actions of murder and arson in Nuocheng, and the atrocities of massacres in the northern border, seem to have a tenable reason-revenge on the humans who took away their homes!

The witcher and the sorceress fell silent for a moment.

"That's why the principle of neutrality is very important, because if you stay neutral, you don't have to stand between humans and ancient races." Vesemir looked at the children in a trance, shook his head, and exchanged a look with Geralt, "They The hatred between them has a long history and is quite complicated, and it is impossible to say who is right and who is wrong."

"But now..." Cat Eagle's gray-green pupils showed a cold light. He patted his disciple's head, looked at the carriage in the woods, and said resolutely, "Whether Scoia'tael or human beings, no matter what the reason, As long as you dare to attack us or our family members, you must die!"

"Don't think too much," Shan Shan patted the heads of a group of little girls, and said the most reasonable words, "Just remember one thing, no big reason is as important as your own life! Never show mercy when it's time to act."

As they spoke, everyone followed the dwarf and left Shailaved.

"Everyone," Roy looked up at the gloomy, dimly lit sky, the convoy in the vast wilderness, and suddenly said with a serious expression, "I have a bad feeling, my back is chilly."

"Be careful tonight."

……

In a clump of Euonymus far away from Shay Laverd.

A sparrowhawk with black feathers flapped its wings and landed on the shoulder of a petite elf girl, and chirped a few times crisply.

The girl was dressed like a bard, but there was a colorful cloth scarf around her waist, which hung down to her knees. She tilted her head and listened carefully to the singing of the sparrowhawk, and suddenly her expression changed drastically.

"Evelyn, Kensafa, Vasili, Karu said that a group of people entered Shayra Verde!" The two thin black braids on her shoulders swayed on her shoulders, "What do you think they want to do? Destroy the sacred ruins of Aili Ruien?"

"How many people are there?" An elf beauty with black red hair, light yellow leather armor, and long boots crawling in the grass, with a slender figure and slender legs, tensed her fair and pretty face.

"A convoy of about a hundred 'apes'... including human soldiers, dwarves, a group of children, and..."

"Who else?" The male elf who had been greedily eating turnips, his thin cheeks full of impatience, asked in a hoarse voice like a file, "Toruwell, have you got hoarse from a cold? Don't you?" Give me back and forth!"

"There are more than 20 hateful mutants!"

"What? Did you hear me right?"

A group of elves in the grass couldn't help but hold their breath, a trace of fear appeared on their faces, followed by gnashing of hatred.

They will never forget their compatriots who died aggrieved in Nuocheng.

However, the female elf with black red hair pursed her lips lightly, and the light of memories flashed in her big soft eyes.

"Evelyn, what do you think we should do?" Toruwell nervously looked at his colleagues hidden in the grass behind him, "We only have two hundred brothers... I feel like this battle is impossible!"

"Let them go if they can't beat them?" Ken Saffa shook his head with a straight face, "They insulted Li Ruien's relief in front of everyone. If we do nothing, we will be sinners of the elves through the ages!"

"Such a convoy has brought a lot of goods. If it is successfully transported to the destination to support the Kaedweni soldiers, we don't know how many compatriots will suffer! We must not let them go!"

"Everyone just fought against the soldiers at the bridgehead a week ago, and you still need to rest." Aveline shook her head, looking hesitant, "And there is something wrong with that convoy, there are a group of children."

"Humans will be merciful to our children?" Ken Saffa's face became more hostile, "How many children died in battle, and were even insulted after death, hanging in the square for public display! Evelyn, you can't always Be kind and soft!"

"I support Kenzafa! The witcher is very powerful," Vasily, a middle-aged female elf with long eyelashes and abnormally pale skin, shook her head and said in a questioning tone, "The bard said so, the dwarves of Nor City said so, The guard of the eternal flame also said so, but have we seen it with our own eyes?"

There are many belts wrapped around her neck, with golden birch strips strung on it, and a birch staff carved with intricate patterns is lying beside her, shining with magical aura,

"That's because all the guys who offended the witcher are dead." Toruwell muttered in a low voice.

"You have to know that human beings and some dwarf brothers have this inherent inferiority, and they like to exaggerate everything, and make a lot of hype." The elf mage ignored her suggestion and said with confidence,

"Perhaps the opposite is actually the case. They exaggerate the combat power of the demon hunters to cover up their own incompetence. We have ten times the number of demon hunters, and twice the number of this mixed convoy."

"Our compatriots are the most elite fighters. We are secretly seizing the opportunity, and they will die if they can't react!"

The lawn behind the four Scoia'tael leaders began to squirm.

Pairs of bloody pupils were exposed under the grass and bushes.

Two hundred Scoia'tael, wearing emerald green cloaks woven from tree bark and grass, with green camouflage oil paint on their faces to outline slanted bars in order to avoid reflections on their skin...

It almost blends in with its surroundings.

Not just elves, but bearded dwarves, and petite halflings with baby faces.

"Give the order, Evelyn. Follow this convoy, wait till night, in the dead of night, when they are asleep, catch them by surprise! For Ai Li Ruien, for our dead compatriots, for Shai Laverde!"

"For Shai Raved!"

There were uniform whispers in the grass.

Kenzafa took a bite of the carrot viciously, a cold light flickered in his eyes.

Toruville gripped the wooden bow, lost in thought.

And Evelyn didn't say a word, worry appeared on her face.

A group of witchers.

Will there be him?

No, it can't be that coincidental!

Moreover, she must never betray her compatriots who were born and died.

She could only take a deep breath of self-comfort and nodded.

Chapter 5 The Overwhelming Battle

In the dead of night, in a camp composed of carriages and bonfires.

Soldiers, dwarves, children wrapped in blankets, snoring one after another.

Outside the camp, among the beds made of branches and moss, and on rock beds, the witcher closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, and pricked up his ears.

The moon quietly rose high into the sky, and the moonlight fell on the rustling forest glade like running water.

Insects walk through, and nocturnal wild animals start hunting.

The shadows of the trees whirled, the thorn bushes in the distance of the camp trembled, and the cold dewdrops fell to the ground.

A large piece of emerald green silhouette gallops past under the moonlight, like a cold wind blowing in the middle of the night.

Click!

The sudden sound of metal clashing.

Somewhere hidden in the bushes, two sharp metal sawtooths were instantly closed by an external force, followed by a muffled groan and a suppressed cry of pain.

The scurrying shadow suddenly stopped, like a dry and dry tree broken by a strong wind, and fell head-on.

The moonlight revealed an elf with a distorted face and cold sweat on his forehead. His scarlet gums were exposed in pain, and saliva came out of the gaps between his teeth uncontrollably.

A pair of bear catching irons on the right leg created a huge gap, blood spurted out, and the rough linen pants were stained red, in stark contrast to the pale bone stubble in the air.

The hearts of the companions around him jumped.

At the same time, pairs of ghostly pupils lit up in the night, and the demon hunters opened their eyes.

"Enemy attack!"

An earth-shattering cry tore through the silent night, and the sleeping convoy members seemed to have been hammered in the brain.

Trembling all over, eyes wide open blankly.

"Guys! Get up! Scoia'tael is coming!"

Yarpen Ziegrin's squat body made a perfect carp kick and jumped up on the spot, pulling out the ax from the stump.

The moonlight shone, and the blade of the ax gleamed.

Reagan and Paulie Dahlberg raised their side crossbows, Xavier Moran, Yannick Blass, and Bernie swung their black hammers and gathered around the leader.

The soldiers under Wen Ke seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and they were all dressed neatly for sleep. Hearing the sound, they immediately took out the hand crossbows around them, drew the bows and set arrows, or drew out the steel swords, held up the shields, and sprinted to the back of the carriage. The moonlight and the bonfire searched around vigilantly.