God-level Demon Hunter

Arzu smiled at the demon hunter who had been away for many years, "I will restore your feelings for you, let you create a brand new bear pie, and let you make up for the regrets of the past."

The big man clenched his sword vigilantly, staring in disbelief at the two former creators, and behind them, the apprentice Italan with a nervous smile.

The long-dead creator of the Demon Hunter is still alive.

"Abandoned us quietly at the beginning, and now let us go back!?"

"You treat us like pets?! I tell you, no way!"

……

The ancient sea fortress in the Blue Mountains east of Kaedwen.

Vesemir saw the rise of the Wolf faction - Kaer Morhen flourished under Egar.

Every spring, members of the wolf faction will go to the entire northern border to practice, hunt monsters, and accept commissions.

They remain neutral, do not get involved in any politics and wars, and do not engage in assassinations beyond the bottom line of morality for reward.

But they will not rigidly stick to the so-called standards. The rewards demanded by the wolf faction will fluctuate according to mood and reality.

This allows them to better adapt to different geographies.

But they have another iron rule——

Everyone, no matter where they are, has to go back to Kaer Morhen every year when winter approaches, bringing with them the money, supplies, and even children from the accidental law.

Share joys and sorrows with brothers and compatriots.

The commissioned death rate of the Wolf faction has not been high.

They will not risk their lives for lofty ideals like the Griffins, accept commissions beyond their ability, and know how to protect themselves wisely.

Nor will they ignore everything and be selfish like Xiongpai.As long as any member encounters a difficult problem or life is in danger, all the wolf factions will lend a helping hand without reservation.

In such a humane and cohesive environment, and because of the assistance of two good-natured mages stationed in the castle, Chard and Hieronymus, the wolf faction quickly grew to a scale of 100 people.

Become the best of all schools.

The turning point was that day.

As the founder and the forging instructor of the wolf faction, Aiga, in order to forge more convenient weapons and sturdy armor for his compatriots.

Leave the academy to travel around the world and visit blacksmith masters from all over the world.

Return after half a year.

He is full of dust and dust, but with a warm smile on his face, and carefully developed armor blueprints in his backpack. When the blueprints are converted into real objects, the brothers will be safer when they experience outside.

Unfortunately, his full of anticipation turned into despair.

More heartbroken than Mograg's disintegration—

Kaer Morhen, which was originally bustling and noisy like a small market, turned into a ruin close to a steep stone wall, with broken walls and ruins everywhere.

Half of the trapezoidal city wall was violently demolished, broken bricks were piled up in a mess on the ground, and the remaining parts of the outer fort and city gate were covered with traces of flames.

The towers seemed to have been bombarded by meteorites falling from the sky, opening large holes and even breaking in two from the middle.

All of this is acceptable to Aiga. If the castle is gone, it can be rebuilt.

But if the person is gone, everything he brings back is meaningless.

Edgar knelt before the gate of Kaer Morhen, before the bloody corpses on the ground.

Familiar faces, respectfully calling him a teacher.

Covered with blood, lost vigor and vitality, the beast-like vertical pupils stared round, freezing the unwillingness and anger before death.

Throughout Kaer Morhen, ninety-nine out of ten demon hunters turned into corpses.

The swordsmanship instructor was stabbed into a sieve by chaotic swords and pitchforks; the young witcher held his stomach, leaned against the scorched tree in the courtyard, lost his breath, and stared silently at the dilapidated castle with his dilated pupils; The one who practiced was still a child's apprentice, and was burned into coke by magic flames and electric currents.

The demon hunter's body filled the entire building, and beside him were ten times as many farmers, soldiers, thugs, and even sporadic mages.

But that doesn't change the ending.

Kaer Morhen, dead.

Edgar buried his face in the soil, and tears flooded his pristine and thin cheeks,

"What did the witcher do wrong? Why did they do this to us?!"

For a long time, why did the honest and responsible neutral faction suffer such a catastrophe?

"why?!"

"I shouldn't have left!"

A strong unwillingness and remorse surged in Ai Jia's heart.

As the founder of the Wolf Sect, he failed to fight side by side with his compatriots at the moment of the school's life and death.

Even if you die bravely in battle, it is better than living alone.

"Aiga..."

Vesemir stared at the devastated academy, his eyes were flushed, and his mind was churning like an ocean. Painful memories about that day flooded out one after another, but they were quickly pressed down again, as if a sharp claw was deep in his mind. Searching everywhere for something.

His younger self was still unconscious beneath the corpse.

This miss is farewell to Edgar forever.

He stared at Aiga's back and walked over!

Boom!

The strong wind exploded above the castle, and a prism-shaped space door emerged.

Four figures jumped out one by one.

It fell in front of the demon hunter who was kneeling and howling.

"Aiga." The familiar voice engraved deep in the soul sounded.

Edgar raised his head with tears in his eyes, and the familiar face with black hair and brown eyes came into view.

"Come on, come with us to end this unbearable thing."

Cosimo with fluttering white beard, Italan, and Anahad with cold face stood side by side.

"I haven't seen you for so many years, and your character is still so cowardly." The Grandmaster Xiong Pai shook his head, "If you are still a man, wipe away your tears and work with us!"

"Everyone is dead, everyone is dead, and people cannot be resurrected after death." Ai Jia wiped away his tears.

"No," Arzu's eyes shone unprecedentedly, "You have a chance to make up, trust me."

……

The coast of Kovir and Povis, below the Wyvern Mountains.

On a starry and moonlit night, Kyle Siren quietly sits on the edge of a coastal cliff.

The outline is rough, like a beast absorbing starlight.

A figure with two swords on his back and a knight-like silver-white plate armor stood in the snowy night, listening to the sound of the waves beating against the rocks, and quietly observing the unpredictable stars with his head up.

The past hundreds of years flashed through my mind.

The School of Griffin developed with difficulty but tenaciously under the guidance of the Knight Virtue Guide.

The Law of Accidents is hard to come by, not to mention they have all kinds of lofty rules and regulations, not everyone can adapt to this set.

Over 100 years, only about 60 members have been developed.

But compared to other schools of thought, the Griffin Sect has another huge advantage. It has a good reputation among the people, and everyone is willing to entrust them and respect them appropriately.

Elan could feel that the vows he made at the beginning were fulfilled bit by bit.

Arzu is gone.

But the Griffin Academy still perfectly inherits his behest, and he is full of confidence that one day, the world will respect the pioneer who overcame obstacles for mankind!

Like the twinkling stars in the night sky.

Ok?

Elan raised his eyebrows suddenly.

Next to the bright full moon, the originally clearly visible Centaur suddenly emitted a shocking red light, like fresh blood.

The constellation is hovering above the head of the Kyle Siren on the coast, and with that ominous red light, it envelopes the entire Griffin faction base camp!

No, not right!

The face of the Grand Master of the Griffin Sect changed, and suddenly the five fingers of his left hand outlined, a light blue charm appeared in his palm, and he pushed towards the fortress in the night behind him!

The blue light group roared past!

The spell glows a strong blue light.

A sharp and ear-piercing sound of cracking air resounded through the night sky, spreading throughout the entire Kyle Siren in an instant.

"Alarm!" Kelda, with long and narrow cheeks and handsome features, woke up from meditation and shouted, rushed out of the door, and knocked on the adjacent bedroom, "Get up, it's dangerous!"

His amber eyes were not intimidating like most witchers, but shone with wisdom.

"Pencilknife, what's the matter?"

A tall and straight man with a typical knightly temperament and almond-shaped pupils turned upside down and asked while wearing armor,

"The grand master has issued an alarm! Call the brothers and escape immediately!"

Kelda yelled.

The crowd split up quickly but orderly.

And Elan rushed towards the castle, feeling more and more uneasy.

Gritting his teeth with a flushed face, his hands were dazzlingly outlined, and he held it high above his head. A huge Kunn magic shield with flowing golden light expanded like an inflated bubble, instantly protecting the entire fortress!

……

But it's too late!

Rumble!

In the night, a thunder-like tremor suddenly broke out, and its loudness and vibration were a hundred times and a thousand times stronger than Elan's warning!

Castles, cliffs, and the nearby sea all fluctuate and sway!

Behind the castle, the steep rock towers high in the distant sky, and suddenly there is a frightening rumbling sound. On the top, a long and narrow gap was opened by the crack.

A vast ocean of wanton snow bodies crossed from both sides of the crack.

slide down.

Faster and faster, rushing unstoppably to the majestic castle at the foot of the mountain.

Rumble!

The roaring whirlwind made the sky dim, and the avalanche shook the ground.

Elan, who was guarding in front of the castle, his pupils penetrated the night, and he could only see the endless white mist rising, pervading, and rolling on the not-too-distant mountains, reflecting the glare of the moonlight.

A hole was torn open in the entire pitch-black sky.

The vast expanse of snow is like ten thousand horses rushing down the hillside, carrying the bone-piercing cold and an angry roar that destroys everything!

When the witcher sees it clearly.

When Kelda finally gathered dozens of brothers, he rushed to the teacher in the courtyard.

It's too late!

Boom!

A blanket of snow rolls off the vertical cliffs.

From the sky!

It's like a snow and rain!

Pressing down on Kyle Siren everywhere!

slam-la-

The shield that Elan stretched out only lasted a second under the wrath of nature before it shattered.