The Divine Hunter

The little stars outlined a silver ribbon in the dark night sky, and a faint radiance enveloped the dead Manada Valley full of corpses, and a forest to the west.

Roy stared silently at the corpse that was pierced by arrows into hedgehogs and devoured by beasts, and sighed.

In the mid-air in front of his eyes, the prismatic crystal projected a dazzling light, interweaving a changing blue light curtain.

A dozen or so faces emerge, Letso, Vesemir, Coral…

There was a long and unbearable silence.

"Damn it!"

"Jeron was shot to death by a crossbow?" A voice full of grief and disbelief rang out, "How is that possible? We didn't give him an acorn, why didn't we use it to save his life?"

Cohen looked sad, lowered his head and muttered to himself.

"He didn't contact me the whole time..." Roy shook his head and sighed, "He seemed to do it on purpose, maybe he didn't want to implicate me."

Jielon's temper is well known to everyone, and he has always regarded himself as an outsider.

"Guys, condolences..." Vesemir said, a look of gloom on his face. "To die in battle is the fate of a witcher."

"Besides, didn't you notice at all, Jielon was ready for a long time, and he was determined to live and die a long time ago."

"I've been tortured by fate for more than a hundred years, maybe I'm tired."

Telescope fell into a strangely long silence on both sides.

The expressions of the crowd became visibly gloomy.

It wasn't long after Jielon came to Gawain's house, and his relationship with them was not too deep, but after all, this was the first time the Brotherhood was killed in action.

A very bad start, one can't help but feel foreboding.

"If I had known today, I shouldn't have let him go to Manada in the first place." Serrit shook his head, "Why did the corpse appear several miles away from the battlefield."

"I understand what you mean, but the cause of death is just that the crossbow arrow penetrated the internal organs, there is no trace of magic, or the cut wound by an extraordinary sharp weapon. The murderer is undoubtedly a soldier. And his expression is very calm and serene." Roy observed Geron pale cheeks,

The corpse made his facial muscles relax, but a relieved smile could still be seen at the corners of his mouth.

"According to you, there is only one possibility..." Leto said solemnly, "He met Alan."

Everyone couldn't help but feel refreshed, and a hint of relief rose in their hearts.

I have been following the footsteps of my teacher all my life, did my wish come true before my death?

"Anyway, Geron is a member of the Brotherhood, and he can't just die in vain." Lambert clenched his fists and breathed heavily.

"You mean let's settle accounts with the Nilfgaardians?" Oakes raised his eyebrows.

"The sword has no eyes on the battlefield, who knows whether he died under the arrow of the man in black or the soldier of Sintra?" Serret shook his head, "Once mixed in, you must be prepared to die in battle. This is The price of violating principles."

"Then at least we have to figure out what happened before he died!" Lambert's pupils flashed a cold light, and he said unwillingly, "Since the war in Manada is over, let's go to Sintra City together and catch Elan out. !"

"Why let his students be exposed like this, and what did Jielon say before he died? He clearly has a life-saving medicine, but he doesn't use it?"

"No!" Two opposing voices rang out at the same time, from Roy and Coral.

"I have an ominous feeling that I am safest to go alone!" said the former.

"My mind finally opened up, do you still know the danger? You heard me clearly." Coral blue eyes stared straight at Roy, and there was a flash of fire in them, "Find Geralt in Sintra City, bring Xi Inside, then get me back right away! Don't provoke that Elan again!"

"This is my ultimatum for you, if you don't listen..." Her tone was full of threats, revealing a small white tooth, and her wet lips flashed a dangerous red, "At your own risk!"

"I'm not doing well, and Geron's side..." Roy defended in a low voice,

"Look in the mirror!" Coral's towering chest heaved violently, her pretty face shrouded in frost, and she roared in an extremely rare gaffe, "Whose head is about to swell into a pig's head? Clothes are better than beggars! Go on, maybe you will stop. Follow in his footsteps!"

"Bring back Geron's body!" Coral stared at Roy, "Buried in Kyle Siren, and then this is the end of the matter!"

"As for Elan, wait for the Brotherhood to grow stronger and find him!"

"Ms. Rita is right..." Cohen took a deep breath and said with red eyes despite his unwillingness, "Jeron has died, no one else can have an accident in the Brotherhood."

"Contact Geralt..." Leto said solemnly, "Bring him and Ciri back."

Roy was silent for a long time, sighed heavily, lowered his face, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes,

"I understand."

With a wave of his hand, he took Jielon's body into the space.

"Then bring back Ciri."

no, a few more

he said to himself.

...

sintra.

Everything was quiet, and there was not a single person on the dark street. At this time in the past, most of the citizens had fallen into a deep sleep.

But today, almost every house has lights flickering in the windows.

At the towering city gate, the dense torches illuminated the vicinity as bright as day. On the battlements and below the city gate, hundreds of guards, five steps at a post, ten steps at a post, were extremely heavily guarded.

Before this battle that affects the fate of the country, some Sintra citizens fled their homes in terror!

But more remained.

Sintra people have sea water flowing in their veins, and they are all rebellious in their bones.

They do not allow outsiders to occupy their homes!

I would rather die!

And just north of the sentry, in the castle on the edge of the lonely cliff on the coast.

A room full of dolls and bookshelves.

The little girl in a lace princess dress and stockings was squatting in the corner, her arms around her knees, her face buried in it, shivering like a small quail.

"Didn't Her Royal Highness always want to visit Novigrad?" Collier in a maid's apron gave a pleasing smile and cautiously persuaded, "Master Geralt is your guide, and the queen and the king also agree. Now, why don't you want to?"

"His Royal Highness, you should give a quasi letter, don't let the master wait! If you wait like this, it's time for His Majesty Calanser to wash the belt when he comes back!"

However, the tried-and-true threats on weekdays are useless today.

Ciri remained unmoved, her silver hair twitched in her shoulders and pinned, and a faint twitching sound came from her nose.

The maid glanced anxiously at the gray-haired middle-aged man beside her.

The latter shook his head helplessly.

Everything went smoothly, Ciri happily agreed to the invitation, saying that she would go to Novigrad with her after lunch.

However, only one noon passed.

She suddenly changed her mind.

He squatted in the corner without saying a word, neither eating nor drinking.

Geralt wanted to force her away, but the occasional expression of sadness and despair on her innocent face was softening.

All afternoon, he has been engaged in the business he is the worst at and hates most in his life - coaxing children.

"Little singer, if you continue to cry, your moving voice will almost become hoarse. How can you put on a show for the children of Gawain's house? There are fifty children waiting for you to come and play games with you, skip rope, hide and seek. ...both boys and girls." Geralt's low voice was a little seductive,

"If you like it, there are more than a dozen witcher teachers for you to choose from, to help you kill water ghosts, evil ghosts, and even dragons."

"And beautiful sorceresses who teach you wonderful magic."

"It's more fun than staying in this tiny house and learning how to be a lady!"

"Roy is there too, don't you want to see him?"

"Roy?" Hearing this name, Ciri seemed to be touched by a certain nerve, and cried even more sadly, "Wuwu... Roy... If he is gone, so will my grandfather!"

"What do you mean?" Geralt's heart trembled for no reason, then shook his head and laughed, "Did you have a nightmare during your nap?"

"Wuwu, that's not a dream, that's not a dream! I've seen it all, I can see it clearly!" She found an outlet, threw herself into the arms of the white wolf and cried.

Then he sniffed and said the words that had been hidden in his stomach for a long time. He looked up from time to time, a small face with picturesque brows, his eyes were full of crystal tears, and his fleshy cheeks and small nose turned red.

"My grandfather, Roy, both of them are gone, woohoo!"

"Don't worry, Ciri, it's just a nightmare..." The white wolf patted the girl's back gently, "Dreams and reality are usually the opposite, understand? Don't worry."

"You didn't lie to me?" Ciri looked at Geralt with hazy tears.

"Of course, I promise they won't have any trouble. But now you're more careful, what did you see?"

...

The sea between the archipelago and the north.

The sky was full of dark clouds, lightning and thunder.

The torrential rain fell into the sea and was immediately engulfed by the raging waves!

The circular fleet of fifty warships advanced rapidly in the storm and sailed to the port of Sintra on the other side.

The side of the ship broke through the white waves, and the sails were stretched to the extreme in the wind, revealing the coat of arms of silver sails on a red bottom.

A man dressed in shiny sealskins and as strong as a standing grizzly bear gave orders and whistles loudly from the deck.

One by one the sailors put up the sails and masts, dropped the anchors, and took shelter in the cabins.

A series of actions are orderly.

Six tall old men with beards hanging over their chests, wearing antler helmets and carrying simple staffs stood on the bows of the six ships, and their feet seemed to take root and sprouted into the deck.

In the gust of wind, they remained motionless, closed their eyes lightly, and recited obscure, tongue-in-cheek incantations full of ancient rhythm.

The spell was dissipated in the roaring sea wind, the roaring thunder, and the waves crashing against the hull.

A burst of emerald green magic aura immediately poured out of the Druid's body, meeting at the top of the huge fleet, weaving a light green translucent mask to isolate the waves, heavy rain and strong winds.

The sound of the incantation became louder and louder, faintly suppressing all the sounds around it, and began to float over the turbulent sea!

Green magic surged into the sky, rushing into the cloudy sky where the silver snakes were cruising.

Just like a little hand that only comes from a lover, it gently touches, comforts, and quells the anger of the sky.

The method worked quickly, visible to the naked eye, and the dark cloud of overturning rain and lightning broke a hole.

A bright star and moon radiated from the inside, illuminating the dark sea!

This sudden storm quickly turned for the better!

"Boom!"

A large, terrifying flash of lightning flashed across the thick dark cloud, illuminating the entire North Sea, followed by a continuous, blood-boiling muffled sound of thunder.

Behind the dark clouds, there are several hazy reflections in cloaks, making strange sounds. It is the sound of several men and women compounding together, which is obviously tit for tat with the Druid's spell!

They had the upper hand, and the starlight gap closed again.

The wind was harsher, lightning and thunder covered the sea, and the storm seemed to destroy the whole world.

The incantations of the six Druids stopped, and quickly became more intense!

Floating into the sky and the sea.

The magic of nature weaves a huge, translucent phantom under the dark cloudy sky - a huge oak tree connecting the sea and the sky.

On the emerald green leaves, lush branches, and simple bark lines, a gentle green light flows erratically, exuding a calming power to appease everything. Just a glance at it makes people feel at ease.

Even the wrath of nature subsided under the influence of this force.

A few muffled hums sounded in the dark clouds!

The hazy figure in the cloak vanished!

The violent storm, lightning and thunder, then disappeared.

It was so miraculous that within a minute, the sky became cloudless again, the belt of Orion was clearly visible in the starry sky, and a bright moon was reflected in the center of the calm sea.

A serene and peaceful night sea view of sailing ships.

"Long live! Long live Master Mossack!"

"Long live Master Yiji!"

Floren of Skellige got out of the cabin, his big black hairy hand poured a sip of spirits into his mouth and burped,

"Long live! Long live the Tajik master!"

"Long live……"

Thousands of sailors on the deck shouted,

The six long-bearded druids looked at each other across the sails, took off their hats and poured the sea water, and bowed to the cheering sailors around them, five of them faded and quickly disappeared into the air. middle.

Only Mossak was left, standing on the bow of the ship, looking at the port of Sintra in the distance with his deep eyes.

"Brothers, set sail!" Kratz Ann Kleit, a burly sea boar with red hair, waved his hand, and his eyes were full of fighting intent, "Around the Sedna Abyss and go straight to Sintra!"

"The storm can't stop us! Nilfgaardian beasts will definitely lose!"

Between the fleets, the sailors stretched the masts, raised the sails, and stowed anchors.

The ship broke the waves smoothly.

The crowd hummed a passionate battle song.

"We love the storm, the raging waves, and the blistering wind!"

"We have sailed the North Sea long ago, but our flag has never been lowered!"

"Hi yo! Hi yo hoo! Hi yo hoo! Our ship glides over the waves with its head held high!

"We laugh at the enemy and all dangers, only at the bottom of the sea do we find peace!"

The majestic singing crosses the ocean and reaches the land!

...

"Bad news, there are six Druids in Skellige's fleet, all of them are sky controllers with deep mana. The storm that Wess and the others summoned was solved cleanly! It caused their magic to backlash, and they were not lightly injured. "In the blue light curtain of the telescopic mirror, a woman wearing a fox mask was revealed, her feminine voice could not hide her frustration,

"And the fleet also deliberately bypassed the Sedna Abyss. I almost suspect that there is a traitor hidden in our team."

Opposite the telescopic mirror, the man in the wolf mask glanced at the glass jar and metal cover behind him, which had no effect at all, and there was a gloomy look in his eyes.

"Will the six Sky Controllers intervene in the war in Sintra City?"

"I don't think so... Storms are of nature, wars are not," said the woman, "but when five thousand Skellige pirates enter Cintra, the victory of the Empire will undoubtedly be delayed by a few days."

"After this war, it will be even more difficult for His Majesty's army to take down Upper Soden in one go."

The women's complaints have not stopped.

"There is also some bad news in the Manada Valley. Although the warriors of the Empire have won, they have also paid a heavy price - the army has been cut by more than 10,000 people, almost one exchange with Sintra, which is still a huge number of people. The result of the advantage is simply unimaginable.”

The fox mask made a sound,

"In addition, a mystery briefly appeared on the battlefield, mastering some kind of special space spell, killing five of our mages in a row, and the only surviving lady was strongly frightened."

"Are you sure you're not kidding me?" The man looked directly into the woman's eyes with a solemn tone,

"The specific details will have to wait for the lady to regain her composure before I understand it. It is not ruled out that she was on the battlefield for the first time and was too stimulated to cause traumatic syndrome."

"In short, the road to the north this time is more difficult than imagined. I hope that your Excellency will condescend to lend a helping hand again..."

"I have taken a huge risk and paid a high price," the man said in a very displeased tone, "but your performance is really disappointing!"

"Let's do it for now, and I'll contact you after the battle in Sintra City is over." Without waiting for the other party to say more, he snapped his fingers and turned off the telescope.

"Lydia!"

"As ordered, my lord." A woman wearing a phantom mask came up behind him, dragging a red gauze skirt.

"Help me contact Riens! On the day Sintra is broken, make sure that the target is safe and sound." The wolf mask disappeared, revealing the unusually handsome face of Wingford.

Even if Nilfgaard's northern expedition is hindered, he cannot win over the Brotherhood of Warlocks and seize the power of the northern magic world.

But he must not miss that little angel!