The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The footsteps of imperial soldiers echoed in the sewer.

Suddenly, Hillard raised his hand and motioned for the soldier to stop.

Standing in the three-way junction, there was a denser footsteps on the other side of the sewer.

The ambassador's adjutant drew his sword and waved his hand. The surrounding soldiers immediately raised their spears and stood in front of the ambassador like a barricade. "Your Excellency, please wait a moment, let's go ahead and explore the way."

"No need." Hillard raised his hand. "They are here."

At the other end of the sewer, several soldiers also wearing imperial armor trot and appeared in their sight.

"Stop!" The adjutant raised his hand. "Report your identities!"

"Adjutant Haywood?" The running soldier stopped, and the sturdy Renua pushed away the subordinates who stood in front of him and walked to the front. "We got news that Ambassador Hillard was ambushed and kidnapped while discussing with the Redanians in the sewers. I immediately rushed over with soldiers. What is going on?! What about Hillard?"

"I am here, Renua."

The two soldiers protecting the ambassador stepped aside to reveal the ambassador holding a cane. "My meeting with Radovide was planned. A messenger came to inform that the camp had been attacked, so I interrupted the meeting with Radovide and hurried back with the soldiers. Why are you here? The camp was not attacked. Attack?"

Hillard and Renua immediately understood what was going on. They are smart people, and when they see that each other is safe, they immediately realize that this is a conspiracy.

"Everyone, return to the camp immediately! Run ahead! Adjutant, find the messenger!"

Suddenly, a soldier next to them rolled his eyes and fainted, and next to Hillard was the soldier who had just sent him the letter.

"Don't blame these two southern gentlemen, after all, they are just ordinary people, and they don't have any protective amulet on them, and they have no resistance to magic."

Suddenly, a low-pitched voice came from another intersection of Sancha Road. Three men carrying swords came over, staring at them with unkind expressions. They all wore masks on their faces. They were the cheapest clown masks on the market in Lomugne, and the imperial soldiers couldn't see them. "This is a good meeting place, isn't it? The empire's envoy and a king decided to meet in the sewers. Now this is a place for us to meet with the empire's envoy. It is really fortunate for Sansheng. But why should we rush back? There are not many opportunities to meet with the imperial envoy."

For Tisaya, who is proficient in various spells, it is not difficult to control a few soldiers with mental spells. The warlocks in the imperial camp were either left behind as consumables in Forge, or they had been executed, and the remaining soldiers could not find out that their colleagues were controlled by mental spells.

"Who are you?" The ambassador narrowed his eyes. "To deceive the emperor's servants and curse the imperial soldiers, you will be sentenced to death."

"He said that we would be sentenced to death." Zelin looked at Geralt, then at Guxat. He found that both of them were staring at Hillard with serious eyes, and he couldn't help shaking his head. "Okay. I must say, sorry, ambassador, the sewers cannot be controlled by the imperial law."

At the same time, the imperial camp---

The cold water splashed on Trissy's face, causing the female warlock to cough heavily.

"She woke up."

"Go call the torture officer, there are more to be interrogated."

"Wait?" the soldier carrying the tub asked strangely. "I remember that the torture officer said that because there is no warlock to provide treatment, there must be a day's interval after each torture?"

"No, the torture officer said, time is running out." The soldier pointed to the whip-marked female warlock who kept breathing. "She still has ten fingers intact. The torture officer said that she must figure out everything before the summit."

"I...I have told you the names of everyone in the assembly..." Triss's mouth was still bleeding, and the corners of her split eyes were bruised. Said weakly.

"And things in every palace in the north." A man with a beard opened the camp and walked in. "You are the court warlock of Tamoria. You must know what kind of agreements the Northern Kingdom has reached privately. Say all the agreements, you two, go and set the stove up, and then prepare the soldering iron and clamps. "

"...Are you all southerners stupid? If you are a torture officer, you must know how many prisoners are held in all prisons in the empire?" Triss whimpered helplessly. Anti-magic metal fixed her hands. Although these so-called anti-magic metals seem to be unable to prevent her from using magic to relieve her pain, once she is unable to concentrate, the piercing pain will immediately spring up. However, with the exception of the members of the Sorcerer's Assembly Hall, the empire asked about things she couldn't even know.

"Usually, prisoners are reluctant to answer, it just means..."

"It means that the person who arrested the prisoner was an idiot."

The cold voice that appeared first.

Triss opened her eyes wide, and she blinked, thinking that the pain and fatigue had caused her hallucinations.

The next moment, she realized it was true.

The torture officer's body was startled, his throat made a gurgling sound, and his body slowly fell to the ground in front of the two soldiers. Blood gushed from the slit back behind him. The remaining two soldiers were about to give a warning, but they could only cover their necks, in vain to prevent more blood from flowing out of the slit throat, but the blood had already poured in and blocked their mouths.

Triss looked at everything in front of her in horror. He raised his hand to protect his throat from being cut by some invisible force.

"Don't worry." A figure wearing a nun's turban appeared in front of her. The wide front of the turban blocked the woman's face, making Triss unable to see who she was. "Someone entrusted me to rescue you. I brought a token of a demon hunter. You know him."

With that said, Fried took out the wolf head badge.

"Geralt!"

Frid nodded slightly, then walked behind Triss and untied the iron chains that bound her. The female warlock collapsed and fell to the ground.

"I can't go out by myself."

"There are not many soldiers in the camp." Frid grabbed Triss's arm and helped her stand up, letting her lean on her. "They were transferred."

"Transferred?"

"Follow me."

Frid did not explain too much, and helped Triss out of the interrogation camp.

The night wind blew through the camp of Nilfgaard, and there were only a few corpses of sentinels and braziers swaying in the cold wind.

Chapter 1902 Kidnapping

"I think we should report to ourselves. We are mercenaries in the east. I saw someone at the crossroads looking for a reward for the Kingslayer, so I came to Lomugne to look for it. Some people say that the Kingslayer must be hidden in the sewers. , Stared at the northern kings on the ground, and just happened to see you in the sewer. It seems that your Nilfgadians are connected with the kingslayers? Well, or are you the kingslayers?"

Of course Zelin would not face the empire directly as a demon hunter. He is not a fool, so compared with a demon hunter, the identity of a mercenary is more common and difficult to find. Before he came here, he also put on a Novigrad sword, from the blacksmith's shop in Liberty City, mixed with some meteorite iron, which is more durable than normal iron swords. No one wants to see the weapons in their hands broken or edged in battle.

"Hand over the Kingslayer." Guksat's voice was a little muffled. After arriving in Lomugne, he hardly stopped for a moment. He knew that Buren was in this city, and Buren carved a symbol of the cat school to remind each other on an abandoned stone pillar near the circular arena—a few cat heads outlined by simple lines. "You know where he is, speak out!"

"...It's also possible that the king slayer is among you." Zelin quickly continued. He understands what mercenaries and adventurers should look like. When he cannot find the entrustment of the hunter and his pockets and stomach are empty, he will do some simple tasks, such as helping the farmer to kill the nearby wild wolves. Mangy dog, or go to carry a pile of straw. But Guksaat is different. For so many years, he may have never done anything other than the duties of a demon hunter. "So why don't you give us the Kingslayer? The bounty offered by Tamoria or Corvell is enough to make us no longer have to worry about money for the rest of the day, and you don't need more. Several people died. This is good for both of us."

The bald general waved his hand.

"Kill them."

The surrounding soldiers raised their halberds and approached the three demon hunters. They stood apart and formed a semi-circular attack formation. Zelin drew the sword behind, and Geralt and Guxart also drew their weapons.

"It's not good," he said, a trace of cruelty flashing in his eyes. "Your instructor hasn't taught you that you shouldn't use polearms in narrow places?"

The sound of metal interlacing and dull rumbling penetrated the corridors, three-way roads and secret rooms in the sewers. There was a fierce battle going on somewhere, someone was yelling, someone was screaming, and then there was a moan of pain. The wall rumbled, and a soldier flew back and hit it, making the sound of the wall louder. The soldier slid down weakly, and a stone slab inlaid on the top finally couldn't hold on, and fell heavily. A bang hit between Zelin and another soldier, splashing a large amount of mud.

Zelin pressed the center of gravity on his right foot, taking advantage of the splashing sludge to block his vision, turning around in place. The enemy was kicked in the side, and the helmet, blood and teeth flew out together. On the other side, Guksat faced the four surrounding soldiers alone. He jumped on one foot, and a spiral fell among the four Nilfgaards. The sword in his hand flashed with cold light, like a cheetah rushing to eat. Two soldiers clutched their slit throats and fell into a pool of blood and mud with incredible eyes. The remaining two soldiers were determined, but their fighting skills were not as good as the hunters who had survived an unknown number of battles, and both died under the sword soon.

"Let's release the arrow!" Renua drew out the wide sword from his waist. "Let the arrow!"

Geralt struck a soldier's guard with a sword, and with a backhand heavy blow, it hit the unprotected bridge of the nose fiercely. Tears suddenly blurred Nilfgaard's eyes, and then he was kicked fiercely between his legs. He subconsciously bent down in pain, bent his knees, and then hit his head again, completely losing consciousness. Hearing Renua's order, Geralt bent down, grabbed a slab of falling off, ran two steps forward, and threw it out with all his strength. A crossbowman just raised his crossbow when he was hit by a slate in the cheek. He threw away his weapon, covered his face, blood seeping through his fingertips. This attracted the attention of the crossbowmen around him, and Geralt appeared in front of them at the moment of distraction. The crossbowman subconsciously bent down to avoid, but he didn't have time to stand up and shoot again. In an instant, the nearby crossbowman had to throw away the crossbow and protect himself with a dagger around his waist.

Renua raised the epee and killed with the other soldiers, trying to encircle Geralt, but Guksat immediately attacked from the other side, forcing Renua to separate some soldiers to deal with the second enemy. Zelin looked around, his eyes immediately fixed on the only person in the field who was not being followed.

Zelin jumped up, and the two soldiers who were protecting Ambassador Hillard rushed up immediately. He stretched out his hand to grab a stabbed spear, his arm held the weapon tightly like iron tongs, and with a wave of the sword in his other hand, a **** arrow spurted from the soldier's throat and splashed onto the wall. Another soldier aimed at Zelin's spear and waved his halberd. Zelin released his hand and the enemy swept over again. The demon hunter's sword bounced off the blow, and pierced through the gap in the soldier's waist armor like lightning. Zelin didn't pull the sword out, he saw Hillard back two steps trying to escape.

So he jumped forward two steps, stepped on a corpse in the third step and jumped up, reaching out to grab Hillard's shoulder. The ambassador was caught by the force behind him and almost fell. He was about to fight back with his cane, and then received a blow to the head, and he could only let out a cry of pain.