God-level Demon Hunter

The dwarves on the carriage looked confused and hesitated.

"Even if you can't see the Archbishop, why don't you all go to Noble City to relax?" Although Serritt didn't understand Roy's intentions, he still chimed in, "I promise, Dandelion will be in charge of your drinks and take care of your satiety." !"

"hiss--"

At this moment, the dwarves immediately put any responsibilities and worries behind them.

"What are you waiting for? Dandelion is a good friend, I'm committed!" Bernie couldn't wait, with a certain venting emotion in his tone, and there was a tear in the corner of his eye.

"A combination of work and rest, if you are unhappy, you need to relax!" Reagan nodded dullly, "Let's go to Nuocheng!"

Yarpin thought about it.

He didn't understand why the witcher let him go to Nuocheng.

But the other party will not harm themselves.

If there were no masters to intervene in this battle, his six-member team would definitely be downsized.

What a great kindness!

Let alone let him go to Nuocheng, let him go to Daoshan without saying a word!

Roy continued, "If you are interested, Coral can immediately open a portal to Nuocheng for you!"

"There's no need to be in such a hurry!" Yarpan exchanged glances with his companions, "We'll separate when we reach the border of Kaedwen."

……

The ensuing journey from southern Kaedwen to the lands of Temeria lacked the laughter and laughter of the previous week, and the dwarves were less interested in talking about the unknown future of Novigrad.

Only the most unfeeling Bernie can occasionally find a child to gag and have fun with.

And the mood of the children and the young witcher was different from before.

The smile on the face has decreased a lot.

"Teachers, we have won a complete victory this time, why do I feel uncomfortable all the time?" Finally, after five days of driving, Carl, who couldn't take it anymore, found the cat eagle for advice. They also killed a lot of people in the bloody battle of Baibai, but at that time, they felt hearty.

But this time, it was a panic.

There is even a feeling of guilty conscience.

"When I dream, I always see the angry faces of those dead elves, dwarves, and halflings!" Monty shrank his neck and said empathetically, "They shouted 'for Ai Li Ruien', for 'Sa Die by Laverde', take the initiative to bump into my sword like your life!"

"Many people died!" He gestured in a little panic. On his pale cheeks, the pair of beast-like vertical pupils lost their former sharpness and firmness. "It's all blood!"

"It's all blood!"

The eyes of a group of boys and girls sitting on the cart flickered.

They were under the careful care of the sorceress and the witcher throughout the battle, and they were unscathed and did not make a sword.

But the cruel shouts of killing, the splashing blood, the raging fire, and the most terrifying thing, the lava that swallowed everything, left an indelible impression on their young hearts.

War is far more terrifying than the fights they had on the streets!

The vulture listened to the disciple's question.

Instead of blaming him, he stroked his soft hair in relief. The demon hunters also looked dazed, while the dwarf observed with great interest.

"Actually, more than a year ago, after the first battle in Nuocheng, I was waiting for your question until today. If you don't come to ask, I will feel strange, is there an improved version of Qingcao decoction? The problem is that you prefer bear decoction, which weakens your relationship." He looked around at the twelve apprentice demon hunters with their ears pricked up, with a gentle smile on his cold cheeks,

"But now I'm relieved, it turns out that you are all right!"

The demon hunter apprentices were infected, and they couldn't help showing a smile, and their uneasy hearts were slightly relieved.

"Before that, water ghosts were the ones you killed the most. After all, human beings are different from water ghosts. They are much more complicated, whether it is appearance, personality, or experience. More importantly, he is the same as us and belongs to the same category. Intelligent creatures."

"In Nuocheng, we were surrounded by ambushes on all sides, and we were killing for our lives... Naturally, there is not much psychological burden."

"But the battle is almost one-sided, with Scoia'tael at an absolute disadvantage."

"Before the battle, Your Excellency Yarpan told you about the origin and great goal of this organization."

"You identify with them. So regret the killing!"

"This is normal!"

The vultures made a conclusion for their performance, but changed the subject,

"But you don't need to pay too much attention...Ask your own hearts, are you killing people for fun or to achieve other evil goals?"

A group of people shook their heads at the same time.

"It's just for self-preservation. If you are merciful, you won't even have a chance to regret it now, and you are already lying in the pile of corpses! So no one can blame you, not even the gods! As for nightmares, get used to it if you do it more often." gone."

The apprentices completely let go of their hanging hearts.

"But little bastards, you must remember one thing," Vesemir sighed, looking at the clear boundary line at the end of the wilderness in the distance, and said with emotion, "No matter what kind of war there is, there is no winner."

"What is brought to both parties involved in the war is always only harm."

"If there is a better way, you can win without swinging a sword and without bloodshed! That is the best choice."

Geralt began to promote his theory of neutrality,

Do not use force?

The witcher apprentices didn't pay much heed to this suggestion.

"Geralt, when did you become an envoy of peace? Letting your apprentices reason with others without doing anything, wouldn't it be giving up their strengths?" Paulie Dahlberg couldn't help but look at the tangled expression on the young apprentice's face. Kind words to persuade, "According to me, there is no need to be so scruples, thinking wildly, and take action when it is time to do so!"

Carl, Monty, Chanem and eleven partners nodded hurriedly like chickens pecking at rice.

"If my family... loses... dies, it is the will of Mahakam Holy Mountain!" Bernie took out a wine bottle from his bushy beard and added a sip.

"No, demon hunters don't believe in that, it should be called fate!" Lei Suo corrected in a deep voice.

"Fate will let you make the best choice!" Roy concluded his speech, his eyes slowly sweeping across the faces of the apprentices who suddenly realized, "If you kill someone, there is no need for regret, guilt, or self-doubt."

"Everything is the will of fate!"

"Ha ha!"

A group of big men in the carriage couldn't stop laughing!

The sorceress shook her head and sighed.

"To that damned fate!" Yarpin smiled heartily and threw a bottle of wine to Karl,

"Respect fate!" Carl took a sip and passed on to the next friend.

……

There is no winner in war!

Victory without bloodshed!

Ordinary students who have been studying knowledge and culture for several years on the scooter firmly remembered Geralt's words in their hearts.

Their future even changed for it!

……

half a month later.

The demon hunters and the dwarves separated at the border of Elland, and after hugging each other goodbye, they watched them go north to Novigrad.

It took another three days before the witchers arrived at the Temple of Meriteri on the outskirts of Elland.

Chapter 8 Return to the Temple

1265 4 Month 6 Day.

The warm morning light fell on the northern outskirts of Elland City, and a dusty convoy was driving along the main road leading to the temple complex. A dozen temples stood among the jagged boulders, reflecting the hazy sunlight, which made people see Not clear.

In the very life-like courtyard of the temple, many priestesses in gray dresses are working every morning, watering the farmland, picking vegetables, feeding chickens, and cleaning.

The priestesses are very young, most of them are fifteen or sixteen years old, and there are also eight or nine-year-old children. Some of the lively girls turned their heads to look at this huge convoy——

The Temple of Melitelli has a steady stream of devotees coming and going, but rarely so many at one time.

Even when they were dealing with the dozen or so sturdy demon hunters, the priestesses' eyes did not contain any worldly impurities, only pure curiosity and kindness, which made people feel relaxed and warm.

A group of young boys in the convoy blushed. They had lived in the suburbs for a long time, and rarely enjoyed the attention of so many young and beautiful ladies.

The girls in the convoy, such as Vicky, smiled and nodded at the priestesses.

The bald man explained jokingly, "The Temple of Meritelli has never lacked 'cute' priestesses. Every year, girls from all over the northern border flock here, and some students graduate from the temple school and go to other temples to serve as prophets, Midwives, physicians who heal children and women..."

The children suddenly realized that they looked at this group of girls with a little more approval. They are all poor people who left home since childhood.

And Roy looked sad.

Lesso also said this to him when he first came to the Temple of Meritelli.

It was in this beautiful and fertile temple that he survived the first grass trial and transformed into a snake witcher.

In a sense, this is where his dream began.

Today, the tranquility and peace have not been affected by the flames of war, and have become dilapidated ruins in the future.

Let us change its fate and fulfill our promise to the goddess Melitelli.

"Master Letho? Geralt?!"

A young priestess with a slender figure and a round face with a few freckles came out from the side hall of the temple. Her crystal clear eyes turned to the faces of a group of big men in thick cloaks leading horses at the front of the caravan.

It fell on the most striking shiny bald head, and finally turned to Geralt's face with fluttering white hair.

Mist appeared in her weak and innocent eyes like daisies, and an unbearable past event flooded her heart.

That year, she also kept the vow of tranquility for the goddess.

She was still a chaste priestess that year.

"Good morning, Ms. Arora, I haven't seen you for many years, but you still look the same." Geralt bowed to her and saluted, his face trying to maintain calm, but the slightly trembling corners of his eyes still revealed his uneasy mood.

And a pair of vertical pupils, like cats smelling fish, circling back and forth between Geralt and Aurora with great interest.

"My lord priest, let's stop talking..." Roy looked around at the children who were looking forward to him, breaking the awkward atmosphere, "Can you let us in first? The old mother Nannik should have received a 'message' Bar?"

"Roy, why don't you have a long memory, how many times have you said, don't call me old mother!" A fat woman with gray hair and wearing a wide red-brown dress retorted loudly and walked out of the side hall. At the age of 60, every wrinkle on his face is reminiscent of a mother who works hard for the family, kind and amiable, and his brown eyes are like lit sacred candles, shining with warm light. The possibility of that makes me so angry!"

She snorted coldly, but a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, her steps were surprisingly vigorous, and her long skirt that dragged the floor rustled.

"Well, Sister Nannicke, with my deepest respect, um—"

"That's right. Children, welcome to be a guest!"

Roy gasped for breath.

The plump high priest opened his warm embrace, hugged him heavily, and let go.

Like a kind elder, with a look of relief in his eyes, he squeezed the strong muscles on his shoulders.

"The effect of the green grass trial is good. It's only been a while, and you have changed from a thin bamboo pole to a healthy and strong young man."

"Thanks to you..." Roy bowed to her sincerely, "Thanks to your shelter, care and guidance."

Nannic raised his brows and asked, "But why do you want Goddess Meritelli to favor you? You specially sent an oracle to me to entertain your demon hunter 'army'?"

"Cough cough..."

"Geralt, do you have a cold, or a sore throat?" Nenneke turned his head and gave White Wolf a smile,

The white wolf's dark cat pupils are full of anticipation and gratitude.

Once he was seriously injured and dying, and was taken in by Nenneke for treatment, so he was always grateful in his heart.

"Have you lived as old as a dog? After so many years, you still haven't made any progress. You don't know how to take care of yourself, and you stink! How could those blind women fall in love with you and never forget you? "

Nannike scolded and disgusted him fiercely, hugged him heavily, and glanced lovingly at the faces beside the carriage,

"Tell me, what's going on, bring so many 'masters' here, are you going to convert to Meritelli?"

"And these children?"

"Nannick, go in and talk!"

The female sorceress walked out of the convoy and held Nannick's arm intimately. One was young and beautiful, and the other was old and kind. Just looking at their appearance, they looked like a pair of grandparents and grandchildren.

"Do you still remember to visit me? Could it be that you have been hanging out with demon hunters for the past few years, so you haven't had time to visit the temple?"

"more or less."