The Divine Hunter

The flames crackled and billows of black smoke rolled into the sky.

The cries of the dying, the loud drums, and the clanging of swords filled the streets.

The whole city of Sintra is beyond recognition.

And just in front of the magnificent castle drawbridge.

There lay a burly corpse with a bushy beard.

Kratz, Mossack, Calanthe, the witcher, were silent for a long time.

"My condolences, Aunt Calanthe... Easter once told me a sentence, how to judge a son of the sea-Skelliger, not by how he lived, but by how he died." Kratz glanced over. Re-flying on the griffin at the top of the castle, "East died in the war to defend his homeland and his country. His soul will surely gain eternal freedom above the sea."

"And this griffin must be the messenger sent by Goddess Freya to save you, even the gods won't let you die, don't seek short-sightedness!"

Calanthe shook his head, his emerald green eyes swept to Roy and the sorceress who were beside him "chest to back", a trace of complexity and gratitude appeared on his face.

She remembered that the other party had such a griffin.

She hugged her husband's body, slender fingers caressed his rough and calm cheek, and the bloody arrow in the left eye socket. Tears rolled in the emerald green eyes. Sigh deeply.

She buried all the sadness in her heart.

"You're right, I can't just die like this!" In front of everyone, the soft and desperate woman turned back into a strong Sintra lioness.

"Let's go, everyone, go back to Skellige, and send Easter's soul back to his homeland!" She refreshed herself and glanced at the city of Sintra shrouded in flames.

"As for this blood debt, I will settle it with Nilfgaard sooner or later!"

"You made a wise decision," Mossak sighed after glancing at East's silent cheeks, and shoved the corpse of the black armored army who shot deadly arrows into the moat. He wiped away the blood and brains from the head of the stick with his palm, "Won't Xiao Xili come with you?"

"Ciri has returned to Nuocheng with Master Geralt?" Calanthe looked worried, and now she is most worried about her little granddaughter, "No, I have to confirm it!"

And Roy next to him froze,

He didn't want Calanthe to take his accidental son on an adventure,

"Your Majesty, you board the ship with them first, and I'll help you on Ciri's side. Also, take care of yourself in the future, and always think about the child in your belly. By the way, I will come to see her!"

Kratz's face froze, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

And Calanthe still wanted to say something, the witcher's left hand outlined the five fingers, a triangular charm was reflected in her pupils, and her eyes suddenly went black, and she fell back into Kratz's arms, all soft.

Snoring lightly.

The witcher nodded to the islander and Mossak, intending to put down the sorceress behind him and give him to take them to the archipelago with him.

However, Triss didn't know whether it was a real halo or a fake halo, and she still hugged him like an octopus.

Roy had no choice but to rush into the castle behind his back.

...

The lights flickered, the corridors decorated with the Cintra coat of arms, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed back and forth, and a petite man in a silver hooded cloak was trotting in the castle corridor!

Ciri knew that there was a secret passage in the castle. She once escaped from the secret passage to play on the street, and was caught by her grandmother and slapped her ass.

This time, she will rely on this secret passage to receive her grandfather!

snort!

Let's go together, I, Ciri, will never leave my family and run away!

However, he rushed to the end of the secret passage and opened the door.

She was suddenly stunned, and her emerald green eyes flashed a timid light.

She was afraid.

Standing in the shadows behind the door was a tall man, proudly straightening his back, taking off his muddy, wet black cloak, pressing his hand on the hilt of his sword, and placing his black helmet decorated with raptor wings on his hips, he shook his head, A mature and handsome face was revealed with black hair, blue eyes.

He reached out to her.

Ciri screamed and fled, her silver-gray cloak drifting in the hallway.

There was only one thought left in her mind, to find Grandma, Geralt, Roy, they'll protect me!

However, the sound of loud and powerful footsteps and the sound of metal friction from the black armor rushed from behind in an instant, and her feet were lifted off the ground!

"Ah, let me go, bastard!" She bit and kicked the armored man who hugged her from behind, but only made her teeth hurt and her hands hurt.

She was taken away helplessly!

Soon after, the knights of Nilfgaard put the little princess of Sintra on horseback, and she was forced to tighten the reins.

A gust of wind blew past, the fireworks flickered, and the sound of fighting poured into my ears.

Black horses run towards the exit of Sintra's city walls.

Her familiar castle and familiar home are getting farther and farther away.

With every bump, every tug, every jump of the horse, her hands hurt so badly that she had to tighten the reins.

The inside of her legs were sore, but she couldn't reach the stirrups.

Tears were smoked from her eyes with smoke and flames, and the armoured arms around her made her breathless.

"Woooo, where is he taking me?!"

"I was wrong, Geralt... woohoo, I should have listened to you."

A tear of grievance fell down the little girl's emerald green eyes, and the horse under her galloped even more frantically.

"But I'll run away, and I swear to find you, Geralt, Grandma, Roy, I swear!"

...

Roy, who was carrying the sorceress, pushed open the dark gate of the castle.

Quickly walk through the empty halls, corridors, and prick up your ears to feel every slight movement!

However, when he stepped on the second floor, an unusual discomfort enveloped his back.

It's exactly the same as what you've experienced on the battlefield. It was as if someone in the shadows cast an evil glance at him.

He pretended to be ignorant, and took the opportunity to cross the corner of the corridor to look out of the corner of his eye. There was still no one in front of him, behind him, in all directions.

Second floor, third floor.

The firelight in the corridor left a fast shuttle figure on the wall.

"Ciri!"

He called out eagerly, but the more he went up, the stronger the oppression like a gangrene attached to the bones.

Finally, when he heard the slight fighting sound on the top floor, this abnormality turned into reality and appeared in front of his eyes.

"Shh! Shh!"

A strange light flashed.

Two mysterious figures suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking the corridor leading to the spiral staircase of the castle.

He turned around.

There are also two more roadblocks behind.

They all wore purple hoods and cloaks, and their bodies were either thin or burly, all of which revealed a strong aura.

Under the hood, most of the face is hidden in the shadows.

Only a pair of beast-like vertical pupils shone dangerously, like chains pinned to Roy's body, and his limbs became much heavier.

The oppression in the air is real.

Roy couldn't help tensing his body, and let the sorceress behind him stick to the wall.

The strange-colored pupils swept across the thin, narrow-faced figure like an enemy, and then a hissing gasping sound came out of his throat——

"how is this possible?"

Ivar Evil Eye

Age: 312

Identity: Snake faction witcher, ?

life value:?

Mana: 120

Attributes:

strength:?

agile:?

constitution:?

Perception: ?

Will: 12

Charisma: 6

Spirit: 12

Skill:

Alchemy lv10, Witcher Senses lv10, Meditation lv9, Viper School Dual Swords lv10, Witcher Seal lv10, Griffin Secret Technique lv5, Blacksmithing lv10,

Evil Eye (Passive Curing): Ivar survived the first-generation advanced experiment, special mutation gave him extraordinary dynamic vision, and his eyes can see other infinite worlds, and he can also predict enemy opportunities, See through the near future.

"Ivar Evil Eye, the Grand Master of the Snake Sect, Leto's teacher... He is actually alive."

At this time, the founder of the Snake Sect, one of the first generation of witchers, was putting his hands around his chest, and his eyes were staring at the younger generation of the Snake Sect without blinking.

Roy's heart was turbulent, his face barely maintained his composure, his eyes turned to Iva's side, a tall and burly man with nine palms on his shoulders.

Anahad

Age: 315

Identity: Bear School witcher, ?

life value:?

Mana: 150

Attributes:

strength:?

agile:?

constitution:?

Perception: 16

Will: 20

Charisma: 5

Spirit: 15

Skill:

Alchemy lv10, Demon Hunter Senses lv10, Meditation lv8, Bear Sect Longsword Swordsmanship lv10, Demon Hunter Seal lv10, Griffin Sect Secret Art lv6…

Hard Ice (Passive Solidification): Anahad survived the advanced experiments of the first generation. The special mutation made him almost lose his human feelings, and all his emotions were suppressed to a minimum. But at the same time, he has physical strength and resilience far beyond the ordinary witcher, and he is not afraid of pain and all kinds of stimulation. Immune to all mind-affecting spells.

...

The Great Master Xiong Pai's eyes exuded a coldness that froze his soul, and he didn't say a word.

The snake sect and the great master of the bear sect have already appeared, so the two behind them——

Roy only glanced at it and couldn't help swallowing.

Sure enough, the remaining two were the great master of the Griffin faction, Elan, who had a goshawk tattoo on his side face, and the one who left the equipment blueprint in Kyle Mohan. They had a simple face, black hair and brown eyes, and they looked like one. Aijia, the great master of the wolf faction for ordinary middle-aged people.

As the first generation of witchers, one of them is the source of law, and the other is the master of blacksmithing. They also have their own unique abilities because of advanced experiments——

Magic Sense (Passive Curing): Elam gains a unique mutation. With his five senses, he can directly perceive the chaotic energy in the air and manipulate it, making him good at the creation and improvement of spells.

The way of balance (passive curing): Aijia has survived the first-generation advanced experiments, and his physical fitness has been greatly enhanced in a comprehensive manner. Strength, Agility, Stamina, Perception, Spirit +10.

...

The air in the corridor was frighteningly quiet, and the four pairs of eyes locked on the figure in the center.

Roy bowed slightly, cold sweat oozing out of his forehead, like a cheetah cornered by four hungry lions.

"It is said that the four great masters are still alive, but why did they take the initiative to find me? What is the purpose?"

Roy can escape now, just teleport directly to the top of the tower to Golfing, but he has too many questions in his mind about the movements of the four great masters over the past few hundred years.

Second, can he just drop Triss on his back?

This warm body was trembling slightly, his nose was close to his neck and he exhaled hot air, and his breathing frequency increased significantly.

She has woken up.

Roy could imagine that she was probably also frightened by this amazing battle and didn't dare to move.

He pursed his chapped lips.

They didn't do it directly, it should not be Nilfgaard's reinforcements, they can try to communicate.

Another soft sound like the wind blowing through the leaves rang out first,

"Don't be nervous kid, we just want to ask you a few questions to make sure of one thing."

"Who are you guys?" Roy glanced at the four faces gently, "I don't remember having offended the four of them, and they are all of the same kind. Can you leave after answering the question?"

"Then it depends on your attitude and whether you are willing to cooperate. Even if you run away now, if you can escape for a while, you won't be able to escape forever... So, which school of witch hunters are you?"

Ivar Evil Eye glanced over his body, with a hint of admiration, "When you were defending the city, I saw that your swordsmanship had the shadows of snake, wolf, and cat, although they were only stained with a little fur, but It is rare in today's age when the school is withering."

"Snake faction witcher," Roy breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he could talk.

He took out the pendant from under his clothes and showed it to the four of them. With the other hand, he touched the smooth profile of the sorceress behind him like a soothing hand, "Guleta's thunder guides me to get in."

"That bald boy..." Ivar suddenly looked out of the castle window, his silver eyes were empty, showing a nostalgic expression, "I really accepted a good disciple for the Snake Sect. At such a young age, his skills are amazing."

"You know Leto?"

"Teached him for a few years."

Ivar sighed,

"Is the short-distance space shuttle you showed in the war brought about by mutation?"

Roy's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly realized that these four people had been monitoring him on the battlefield.

He was silent, he was not sure whether the other party saw more, and whether lying to cover up would anger the four.

Seeing this, Ivar shook his head and smiled, and wanted to say something else.

"Ivar, this is not the time to reminisce," the grim bear master interrupted him and asked an inexplicable question, "Boy, tell me the truth, do you know Sasha? Sasha Crawford, real name Cassia Van Canting, a graduate of the Imperial Academy of Nilfgaard, a woman skilled in stealing and seduction."

The voice full of energy was like the gravel rolling down from the top of the mountain, and a momentum that crushed everything came to the face.

"She stole something vital from us. We've been looking for it for years, but it's unpredictable..."

Salsa Crawford?

Roy's expression was dazed, Meifeng frowned with a thoughtful expression, trying his best to dig out the origin of the name from his mind.

"Da da da!" At this moment, Geralt's voice suddenly came from a corner not far away.

Ellen snapped his fingers, and the space around the corner of the stairs in the distance rippled like a lake swept by the breeze.

Geralt squeezed the vibrating pendant between his neck, held a silver sword, and leaned across his body like a crab. He didn't seem to see the figure in the corridor on this floor, and went straight down the stairs to the next floor.

Roy watched him leave, but in the end he didn't speak.

He didn't want to see any more sacrifices.

"Very good, boy." Anahad nodded at him. "Go on."

"Before answering you, I also have some questions to ask!" Roy took a deep breath, his eyes of different colors swept across the faces of the four of them, and asked in an anti-guest manner, "According to my feeling, the four of you are among the various universities, and their identities should be It's no small matter, and I've been in contact with Leto, Oaks, Vesemir, Geralt, Kelda, Geron...according to their descriptions."

"If I guessed correctly, you are Ivar, Anahad, Aigar, Grandmaster Elan..."

"It's been a hundred years, and it's rare that anyone still remembers the names of our old things," said Aigar of the Wolf Sect with emotion.

"But why have you never returned to the school? What are you doing all these years? Have you abandoned the witcher academy you founded, the creed you are proud of, and the students who taught you the way of the witcher yourself?" Luo Yi looked at the Grandmaster of the Griffin Sect, with an elegant tone, "For example, Jiron."

"The academy represents the outdated past. No matter those so-called neutral principles or goals, they are out of date. And we are chasing the future." A wave of waves appeared in Ellen's calm eyes, "As for Jielon, he had already achieved it before he died. I have achieved my ideal, and I have no regrets.”

"Our thoughts, our wishes, and the ambitions we want to achieve are absolutely secret, which is a bit shocking to the world." Ivar said, a glint of light flashed in his eyes under the cloak, "Mediocre people are not qualified to understand, and we will not be in vain. Tell you - tell me, where did you see Sasha?"

Roy was silent for a moment.

He could hear the steady heartbeats of the four great masters.

They seem to be confident enough to leave their hole cards.

And since I have no relationship with that woman and no reason, there is no need to hide it for her, "Okay, I have seen her. More than two years ago to be exact."

Sasha Crawford exists in Roy's long-standing memory.

There is a wonderful connection between her and him.

Time goes back to a day in 1260 more than two years ago.

In the village of Aden Kaye, an ignorant country boy was hit by a horse and fell into a coma.

After awakening, the souls of the two worlds merged into one.

Roy just became the current Roy and awakened the template.

And the person riding the horse is this Sasha - after stealing one-eyed Jack a Treasure Gwent card, he ran away on horseback...

She was the culprit who made her comatose.

This accident opened the prelude to this series of adventures to come.

Otherwise, "Roy" would probably have married and had children in the countryside, and became an honest and dutiful farmer.

"But I don't have much interaction with Sasha. I was almost killed by her horse... I don't even know how she offended you all."

The four of them looked at each other.

A trace of regret flashed in Ivar's eyes.

"Don't you understand, your life trajectory has interacted with her, and that thing is likely to fall on you, especially since you have shown extraordinary abilities before, we can almost be sure."

"No matter what you judge from, you are a young and promising witcher, so we will inform you in advance instead of rushing..."

"But I'm sorry, you can't stay because of that possibility."

"What do you mean? What exactly did you lose?" Roy shuddered suddenly, an ominous feeling surged in his heart, and his fingers gently sketched a few letters on Triss's back.

Under the sorceress's flimsy coat, there was a flash of magic power.

"You've fused it, haven't you?" Analord asked in a sure tone. "And the connection in the dark will eventually reunite the fragments."

"Actually, fusion is the most foolish way to use it, and it's a waste of its power." Elan described in a flat tone, "But after fusion, it will allow individuals to gain some special power, such as the magic of a mage. But it should be followed with It's about the soul."

"An ordinary soul seeks fusion beyond its capacity, and it is very likely to be swallowed by it. You must have something special." Igar pointed to his chest and said.

special.

Seeds of power.

Are they referring to -- templates?

But didn't you bring this thing yourself?

Sasha got their stuff in me by mistake?

Roy felt an extremely absurd feeling in his heart.

"I don't understand what you mean."

"Boy, listen to me..."

Before Ivar finished speaking, he suddenly pulled away and retreated!

Stunned!

"Shh-"

Numerous blood-colored tentacles emerged from the ground, instantly entangled Elan, Aigar, and Anahad who were close together, and lifted the three great masters into the air.

"boom!"

The sorceress behind the witcher shot at the same time, and a cloud of blue air burst out between her slender fingers, forcing the only escape Ivar to push a few steps!

"call-"

Roy sprinted behind him without hurting the three masters being controlled.

A teleportation crystal appeared in the palm of his right hand, but before it could be crushed, Ivar Evil Eye chased after him like a prophet.

A kick hit Roy's palm.

The crystal fell to the ground and slid away.

And Roy turned around in a rage and sent Alder a note, knocking Ivar into the air.

The sorceress folded her hands behind her, and the magic storm swirled around her, blowing her reddish-brown hair into the wind, brushing against the witcher's cheeks.

She looks like a magic goddess, but the blood dripping from the corners of her mouth and the pale complexion make her look extremely haggard.

"Boom!"

The second portal opened.

Roy jumped with the sorceress on his back.

"boom!"

A translucent air wall suddenly replaced the portal, intertwined in front of the two of them, they collided heavily, and Roy fell on his back, with a smear of blood on his forehead.

The sorceress fell behind him with a grunt, a pain in the cornflower blue eyes.

At the end of the corridor ten meters away, another figure in a cloak appeared, with a face as white as a corpse, sinister features, and magical light flashing in his hands!

Roy glanced at him.

Italan

Age: 350

Sex: Male

Identity: Warlock, ?

...

"You really have fused the fragments of the Supreme... But you must know that there can be no two suns in the sky of this world."

There was a gloomy smile on the pale cheeks under the hood.

The great master witcher, the ancient warlock who created creatures, what kind of organization are they?

"Shh-"

With a flash of thought, Roy, whose forehead was dyed red, suddenly pulled out Guweihir and slashed a half-moon-shaped blood-colored sword energy in front of him.

Idaran crossed his back arms and drew a red double cross in front of him.

A huge centipede with a blue-gray crab carapace jumped out of the gap between the crosses and blocked in front of him.

The sharp chelipeds and dense arthropods wriggle on both sides, the conical mouthparts and two tentacles of the head swing wildly, which is hideous and disgusting.

The blood-colored sword energy hit its head, smoothly passing through seven or eight meters, splitting it in half from head to tail.

However, the sword qi stops there.

Idaran was unscathed.

Surprise gleams from the narrow slits of his eyes.

His hands were intertwined in front of him, flashing magical aura.

"Don't worry about me, Roy!" Triss sat down on the corner of the wall, holding the blood-soaked bandage on her thigh with one hand, and quickly sketched on her chest with the other hand, "Run away!"

"Hong!" The wind blew up, roaring deafeningly across the corridor.

Roy outlined with five fingers on his left hand, and responded with action, an illusion jumped out of the torrent of magic power, resisted the sorceress on his back, and charged forward, trying to rush past the great master who was blocking the road.

And he rushed towards Idalan in the opposite direction.

He was making a big bet that the four Grandmasters would not pay attention to the sorceress, after all, he was the main target.

However he was wrong.

Ivar's figure flashed, dodging the fireball thrown by Triss, the long sword in his hand stirred up the sword light, the illusion was chopped up, the pale frost froze the bodies of Ivar and Triss, and his hand passed through the pale Cold air pressed against the sorceress's neck.

At the same time, Elan, who had recovered from the shock, alternated his hands, and suddenly launched a shot that hit Roy on Roy's back!

His whole body was blasted into the air by the huge thrust, but he summoned a hand crossbow in mid-air and shot an arrow in the distance. Ripples appeared in his figure, and flickered to ten meters away, dodging Yidalan's shot. Volley lightning.

However, a gust of wind passed behind him.

I don't know when, Anahad, who raised his two-handed broadsword above his head, charged like a flesh-and-blood chariot!

Roy's reaction was as fast as lightning, the hand crossbow was switched to a long sword, and he turned to block diagonally.

"Bang, bang!"

The long and narrow corridor erupted with dense gold and iron clashing sounds and gas explosions!

Two phantoms danced at high speed, two long swords flashed dazzling cold light, and the firelight in the corridor shook in the strong wind.

However, everything lasted only two seconds.

Roy and Alohad separate.

Half a meter apart, with their backs facing each other.

A gust of wind blew from the window.

The ruthless Anahad sheathed his broadsword behind his back.

"Caz..." A slender blood line split between the young witcher's neck, and the skin where the limbs and torso joined horribly cracked.

"Pfft..."

Blood splattered.

The head and neck, hands and feet, chest and abdomen, like tofu separated by a knife, missed it.

A fountain of blood stained the ground.

His head rolled down at the feet of the great master of the bear sect, his limbs were scattered, and the steaming internal organs flowed out from the gap in his chest and abdomen.

Anahad took an exquisite treasure box out of his arms and held it open.

Mysterious shards lay in the box and glowed crimson.

"Whoosh..."

The light flickered throughout the hallway.

A giant, friendless octopus phantom appeared on the ceiling.

It roared cheerfully, and thousands of tentacles danced wildly under its oval head, like a ferocious monster.

Suddenly, he rushed towards the corpse of the witcher.

A trumpet phantom also jumped out of the corpse, hissing angrily at it.

But it was severely suppressed and stuck on top of the corpse.

Idaran looked expectantly.

"No! No!" Triss, who was tightly controlled, screamed, her body trembling convulsively, and tears ran down her cheeks.

Ivar sighed and knocked her out.

Novigrad, thousands of miles away.

Rita Nieder, who was sitting in front of the mirror, suddenly covered her chest, a sense of panic welled up in her heart, and a tear dripped from the corner of her eyes.

She took out the crystal with a sense of feeling, and the magic was stimulated.

However there was no response.

Immediately afterwards, news came from the witcher of Gawain's house!

...

"Anahalo, the cold-blooded and ruthless executioner, so many betrayals in the past can't wake you up and let you know a little bit of humanity?" Ivar snarled with a twisted face, "He should have killed you directly at the beginning! "

The great master of the Xiong faction turned a deaf ear to the scolding, but suddenly muttered something. "wrong!"

The huge blood-colored illusion that enveloped Roy suddenly looked like a shadow hit by the sun, retracting the scarlet fragments.

An extremely strange scene appeared in front of everyone.

A dazzling golden light appeared on the corpse that was divided into several segments on the ground, and then it was magically attracted to each other and began to automatically glue and repair.

"Wow, this is not dead, the power of the fragments has been evolved to such a magical level by you?"

"I can't help but let you go and see what happens next."

Yida Lanxing's eyes lit up, like a cat smelling the fishy smell, he sighed with emotion, and a dangerous red light flashed in his hands.

Yet Ivar Evil Eye was one step ahead of him,

"Stop and don't move, I'll deal with it! He can kill you in the first place, understand? But he didn't, life for life!"

"Leave and not die!"

Anahad's face sank, and Ellen pressed his shoulder.

Aijia stood in front of Idalan, who snorted coldly, "Go back and explain to the teacher."

"You don't need to remind me!"

Ivar put the unconscious sorceress down, took out a yellow two-eared ceramic jar from his arms, and pulled out the bottle cap with a cross and a nine-pointed star with a bang.

Instantly, a bright red gas gushed out from the mouth of the jar.

The smoke beat regularly, and finally gathered into an irregular sphere, suspended in front of Ivar.

It had a six-foot crooked head, no nose, huge eyes and a beak, and silver arc lightning bolted from its misty body.

Ivar squeezed the bottle cap.

Silver-filled eyes stared into the air.

Infinite visions alternated before his eyes—the mist-shrouded, blood-spreading cities, the towering volcanoes above the dark wasteland, the dragon-occupied mountains and golden caves, the roaring frost fields where mammoths and giants ran wild, A night city of neon, flesh and steel...

"wygnanie!"

The light came out from between Ivar's fingers holding the brass bottle cap, and the sphere with the bird's beak and the big head shot out a frantic white light, covering the witcher whose body was gradually healing as before.

After a second.

White light disappears.

Roy disappeared in place.

"Boy, there will be no future." Ivar muttered to himself.

...

Soon after, all the witchers, Rita Ned, and Geralt, all covered in blood, arrived late, only to see the fainted sorceress, and the empty hallway.

And their companions.

missing.

"Uuu... Grandpa is gone, and neither is Roy."

Not even you.

White Wolf's mind reverberated with Ciri's nightmare, which he once took as a joke.

My heart is cold.

End of volume.