The Divine Hunter Chapter 2: Curse School and Advance Arrangement

The catkins swayed gently with the evening breeze.

An Gulan stood hunched over in the courtyard of Gawain's house, her hands spread into claws, and her eyes glared at the pale and thin black-robed man opposite through her bright straw-colored bangs. She suddenly jumped forward, vigorously It was like a bolt of lightning.

The petite body completed its transformation in mid-air. Ten fingers were drilled out from the hook-like nails. The black mane like steel needles covered the back of the hands and neck. A whip-like tail whipped out from behind the buttocks. The delicate face instantly turned into a huge one. The ferocious wolf head, its eyes bloodshot, showing its fangs!

唰

The sharp claws roared through the air and struck at the man's shoulder, but he dodged with lightning speed, as fast as teleporting, and the werewolf An Gulan lost his target in a blink of an eye.

Roar!

The piercing scream like a night owl rang through the air, and the cornfield outside the fence created a circle of golden ripples.

Angoulin's expression froze, and she barely turned half a circle. A huge force suddenly hit her paws crossed on her chest, and she was thrown away like a sandbag.

But she did not lose her balance. Like a feline falling from a height, her spine exploded in an instant. She tensed her limbs, swung her tail, and landed while maintaining her balance.

She stretched out her paw and touched it. The warm blood dyed the black hair between her palms red, and the thin and deep **** on the back of her neck was healing visibly to the naked eye.

The middle-aged man opposite was neither red nor out of breath. He wiped a smear of blood from his fingertips and grinned with his mean lips, as if he was playing a warm-up game.

His contempt ignited Angoulin's anger. The scarlet vertical pupils between the wolf's heads shrank to a slit. She grinned, revealing her white teeth, and howled

The beast-shaped body further expanded, and muscles as huge as rocks tore through the loose linen jacket. The two-meter-tall body was filled with rich blood, like a violent little giant.

She leaned over, panting heavily, and ran on all fours towards the man opposite her like a wild animal.

Bang!

The slender man turned into a swarm of pitch-black bats when she pounced on him.

The ghost flew behind her, wrapped her body tightly like a carpet, and took her flying into the air.

Moving forward and backward...

The roars and roars echo endlessly!

Ten seconds later, the struggle came to an abrupt end.

The bats squirmed irregularly for a while and then regrouped into an ordinary-looking human male.

Angoulem, who had escaped from the bondage, changed from the terrifying wolf form back to the human form, and crawled to the ground exhausted. The blood-stained coat tore open a large hole, revealing the girl's slender body and smooth skin, with a strip of bat bites The scar is fading quickly.

"How do you feel, ma'am?"

Akamuttom, who was quietly watching the game on the sidelines, led a group of children to surround Angulainn, and thoughtfully put a large black cloak on her to cover up her half-revealed beauty.

The girl wiped the sweat from her forehead and smiled palely at her companions,

"I'm fine, but I'm so hungry that I could eat a cow!"

As she spoke, she reluctantly looked at the barber doctor opposite.

"Little lady, you should know how to be satisfied."

High-level vampire Regis shook his head with a smile,

"Except for not being able to use seals, potions, and silver swords, your physical fitness and recovery power exceed those of a rookie witcher who has just passed the Green Grass Trial."

"It is no exaggeration to say that now you only need to move your claws to tear into pieces those who try to harm you. With this power, you can protect yourself and your friends very well. That's all. It’s time for me to leave, and I’ll come back to practice with you at this time tomorrow.”

Regis jumped into the air and disappeared into a plume of black smoke.

Angoulem quietly clenched his fists, feeling the power in human form that was no less powerful than that of an adult. The unwillingness on his face gradually dissipated, and a bright and confident smile appeared on his delicate cheeks.

The painful torture I endured in those years at the God of Omens Orphanage finally paid off.

All this is due to the generous help of the witcher.

"Congratulations, Angouleme, or the first demon hunter of the Curse School in history!" Kalkstein walked from the alchemy room not far away, stroking his goatee and looking at the girl like a perfect piece. Even the dark circles under the eyes are filled with relief.

At the same time, the past few months of day and night research ran through his mind

Creatively combine the curser's necklace with the teeth of a lion-headed spider to create a cursed trial that transforms painful memories into power.

This competition has proven that the curse trial is more efficient and safer than the grass trial.

With one transformation, he can transform into a powerful cursed body at any time. Apart from being sensitive to silverware and easily agitated, he has no special weaknesses.

When they return to their human form, their genes are the same as those of ordinary people, which means they can also continue their family lineage.

There is no reproductive isolation from ordinary people like witchers.

But the conditions of the Curse Trial are more stringent than the Green Grass Trial.

People who have not experienced extremely painful inhuman torture and suffering cannot activate the curse.

Currently, only Angoulam has been successfully transformed.

"This is a huge breakthrough. The Brotherhood has a second trial road besides the Green Grass Trial!" Vesemir looked at Angoulan among the children and announced in a formal and proud tone, "But More importantly, kid, you are welcome to join! From now on, you are also considered a member of the Demon Hunter Brotherhood!"

"I, I..."

Angulan murmured, looking around at the demon hunters with red eyes

In order to witness this historic moment, Geralt of the wolf faction, Cat Vulture of the cat faction, Ivar of the snake faction, and Cohen of the griffon faction... as well as the group of young demon hunters Carl, Monty, Arkham rushed back... A pair of vertical pupils showed deep acceptance and recognition.

Since her birth, no one has ever treated her as tenderly as the Witcher.

There has never been a day when her companions relied on and respected her so much.

The girl squeezed her cloak tightly, as if there was a stone in her throat. She couldn't say a word, sourness welled up in her nose and eyes.

I, Angoulin, have finally become a useful person!

"Wipe away your tears, you are a member of your own family, there is no need for too much politeness."

Roy walked out of the crowd with a smile, and solemnly handed a wolf head badge with the silver removed to her hand. Different from the sinister image of the traditional wolf school badge with grinning teeth, the wolf head of this badge closed its muzzle and looked into the eyes. calm.

In the future, other cursed forms will appear, and demon hunters will also customize badges with other appearances.

"Angoulin, remember," Roy patted the girl's thin shoulder encouragingly, "appropriate anger enhances fighting spirit, but too much is not enough. Don't let strong emotions destroy your reason. Keep the image of the badge in mind and learn to exercise restraint. ."

"After all, we demon hunters don't rely solely on our fists. Many times, brains are more useful than force."

"I understand, Teacher Roy!"

Angoulin squeezed the badge tightly and nodded crisply. A group of boys and girls around him cast envious glances!

"Children, the fun is over, let's go back to the classroom." Kalkestan raised his chin, "Angouleme must undergo a comprehensive examination immediately to ensure that there are no sequelae!"

"As for you," the alchemist held the girl's hand and looked at Roy, Geralt, Vesemir and the other demon hunters, "Go to the conference room, don't keep the ladies waiting!"

……

Conference room lobby.

The magic light illuminated a rectangular table covered with moth-eaten traces. There were people sitting around it. Among them, a dozen little demon hunters looked up at their young faces, sitting upright and listening to the beautiful sorceress's story. That projection session before.

"The matter has been decided. At the beginning of next month, Francesca will attend the meeting on Shanide Island... Principal Tisaya also accepted my request and allowed you to accompany me into the Rocha Palace,"

Coral stood behind Roy's seat, gently supporting his broad shoulders with both hands, her fiery hair falling down to his cheeks, and her blue eyes blinking at everyone,

"What plans do you have for this upcoming meeting?"

"First of all, seize this rare opportunity to have a good talk with the Elf Queen...Coral, would you like to sit here? I want to watch you talk, but I am not used to having you up there."

The red-haired sorceress obediently took a seat on his left, and Roy continued,

"For the safety of Ciri, Eleni, and myself... we must ask Francesca for the coordinates of the plane where the Wild Hunt lives, and preemptively control their command. Lord Eredin, Sage Avallac'h, and Alder King Oberon Muhitazi will all be killed in one fell swoop, ending all covetousness and conspiracy for the ancient blood."

After hearing about the "Wild Hunt", everyone present looked solemn, especially the Snake Faction who had suffered greatly from it, as well as Geralt and Yennefer who were worried about Ciri.

But strangely enough, the Wild Hunt has not appeared for several years.

"Ms. Elf has two blood debts with us..." Seret shook his head. "It's hard to persuade verbally. I suggest you be prepared to do it in advance. If you can't be soft, use hard force."

"Are you sure you want to force a sorceress at the association's headquarters?" Yennefer's violet eyes shone with disdain, "Aren't you afraid of being burned to ashes by the overwhelming fireball?"

"There is no need to take action." Geralt, who was beside the sorceress, touched the gray stubble on his chin. "Although Wilgefortz is dead, his assistant Lydia Van Bradvoort is now On our side, currently staying with Casca in Goth Velen."

"Lydia holds evidence that Francesca colluded with Nilfgaard through Vigo. If the elf sorceress does not want to be accused, she can only choose to cooperate obediently."

"It doesn't mean much to identify her as a traitor at the meeting." Roy shook his head, with a strange cold light in his silver-gray eyes, and looked around at his companions, "The ancient blood showed me the afterimage of the future. This meeting on Thaned Island will be the beginning of turmoil in the north."

"What do you mean?"

Everyone pricked up their ears.

Roy took a deep breath, and his loud voice echoed in the conference room.

“I saw the magical aura dancing wildly, rivers of blood flowing, fires rising into the sky, and huge explosions knocking down the gorgeous palace... Francesca had already planned to break up with the Scoia’tael in the meeting on Thaned Island. , other warlocks colluded with the south, and joined forces to eliminate dissidents."

"And Redania's royal advisor Philippa will also unite with the staunch northern faction to eradicate all traitors in the conference."

Roy glanced at the red-haired sorceress whose face was as pale as paper. The freckles on the bridge of her nose were trembling. "Triss, believe me, Philippa will invite you and Keira to join the plan soon."

Triss pursed her lips. Once these southern spies succeeded, the north would inevitably suffer the scourge of war again. She would accept Philippa's invitation without hesitation.

Roy turned to Yennefer again,

"Because you are a quarter elf, you will be regarded as a traitor by Philippa."

The sorceress froze for a moment, and Geralt quietly held her cold hand.

"Valley Daisy is stunningly beautiful, but so hard-hearted. But how dare she? How could she take action against her colleagues in the association?"

Rita Nieder still shook her head in disbelief,

Lambert touched his hairline and grinned with a sarcastic smile,

"Think about it, in recent years, Francesca has sent so many compatriots of the Scoia'tael to jump into the fire pit to die in order to regain the Elf Kingdom, what else can't she do!?"

"What's the result?" Coral's rose-red nails tapped the table lightly, making a "dang" sound, which dispelled the haze that was weighing on everyone's hearts. "You saw that the warlock who was cheating and cheating succeeded. ?"

Roy said, "The vision told me that after this battle, more than half of the warlocks from the northern faction, the southern faction, and the neutral faction were killed or injured. The Northern Warlock Association was completely disbanded after this conflict, and Nilfgaard took the opportunity to launch The Second War of Invasion."

"So, everyone, in this meeting we not only have to ask Francesca about the whereabouts of the Wild Hunt, but we also have to think carefully about whether we should continue to remain neutral or side with the northern countries?"

"Brotherhood, should we intervene in the unrest on Thanede Island? This decision should be made jointly by everyone."

Roy previously planned to punish the Wild Hunt while helping the elves stay away from the war and find a land more suitable for their survival, but Francesca refused to meet again and again, and he was no longer interested in being a licking dog.

"Kid, have you forgotten? You killed a large number of Nilfgaardians in the Battle of Cintra four years ago and have already chosen a side." Oaks expressed his opinion calmly.

Roy was silent.

"The action was to protect Ciri and little Eleni." Eskar shook his shiny white head and said in a rough voice, "I don't think I should be nosy and ask questions this time. Just find out the whereabouts of the Wild Hunt, and at most ensure that Yennefer, Coral, Triss, Margarita, Keira Metz and others who have a good relationship with them are not harmed."

"Our only enemy is the Wild Hunt."

Vesemir and Lambert from the wolf faction, Seret, Leitho, and Ivar Evil Eye from the snake faction, Kian, Cat Vulture, and Aiden from the cat faction, nodded in agreement, and among the apprentices The sober Karl and a group of followers also expressed their approval.

In the past few years, the Demon Hunter Brotherhood has almost never been involved in wars and politics, and has developed smoothly.

Yennefer held Geralt's arm without saying a word.

Her heart originally went to the north, but Philippa regarded her as a traitor. She hated having a hot face against a cold butt.

"But I," Triss shook her reddish-brown hair excitedly and looked around at everyone earnestly with her big cornflower eyes, "I can't sit back and watch my colleagues in the north be killed by those southern traitors! ”

"I must control the traitors in the South and thwart their plots!"

"Teachers," Akam and Lloyd beside him suddenly stood up, their young faces full of determination and their voices clear and powerful,

"We grew up in the north and have obligations and responsibilities to contribute to the peace of our hometown!"

"Little devil, this is not the occasion for you to interrupt at the moment." Leisuo's carrot-thick index finger made two "dong-dong" sounds and flicked their foreheads respectively, "Listen and listen!"

Having said that, the old-fashioned poker face under the shiny bald head is quite moving.

This is the first time Triss has made a request since joining the Brotherhood.

The demon hunters have to pay attention.

"I hate destruction and destruction." Cohen, who abides by the way of knighthood, suddenly spoke under Arkham's desperate wink. His strong cheeks shone with a warm light under the setting sun outside the house,

"The conflict on Thanede Island will clear the way for Nilfgaard to move northward again...The Black Armored Army will then wreak havoc on our home and homeland!"

"Since I know this in advance, I can't help but ignore it!"

Cohen holds the Griffon talisman tightly around his neck,

"Even if we are not directly involved in the war, we should try to change the outcome of the Xenide Island Conference and prevent the destruction of the Northern Warlocks!"

"As long as you don't participate deeply, it doesn't violate the principle."

"Just think of it as helping Triss and me!"

The demon hunters fell into silence, but their original indifferent attitude changed.

"Man, I understand your sense of justice..." Lambert crossed his arms, his amber pupils showing envy, "But don't forget, Principal Tisaya only allows Roy and Geralt to accompany them. The lady enters the Rocha Palace... This means that the two of them have to face at least twenty traitors from the Northern Association, a large number of hungry sorceresses, and a large number of Scoia'tael. They may be drained directly."

"Squeeze it dry? If ivory can't come out of a dog's mouth, why can't you be more serious?!"

Coral and Yennefer's eyes glowed coldly, and terrifying magic power arose from their bodies.

The pendant around Lambert's neck vibrated crazily, almost strangling him to death!

Aiden quickly put his arm around the shoulders of this foul-mouthed brother, making him escape from the sea of ​​misery with his eyes rolled back.

"How about I take Cohen into the meeting?" Triss looked gratefully at the Griffin faction with its clear banner,

"Three is not enough. Standing opposite are a group of the most powerful warlocks in the north."

Leso exchanged a look with Ivar next to him, saw him nodding, and simply said loudly,

"Let's do this. The other brothers and I, as well as this group of brats... rush to Xianide Island to hibernate and prepare for support."

Triss crossed her hands in front of her lower abdomen and bowed to everyone with a red face.

Serrit looked at Roy,

"But according to me, since you have decided to interfere in the meeting, it is better to play the big game and let the group of 'new allies' take action."

Everyone's eyelids twitched, and the images of a group of huge bats appeared in front of their eyes.

Ever since Roy sent the Shadow Elder back to his hometown, the high-sucking people in the north have been under his control. No matter how unruly they were before~IndoMTL.com~ they are still docile when faced with the demon hunters who have the bloodline mark of the Shadow Elder. Like a little sheep, obey his words.

Therefore, Regis, who had always lived in isolation, was helplessly summoned to serve as a sparring partner for the new generation of demon hunters.

"Three hundred and twenty-eight high-level vampires are enough to destroy a country."

Ivar Evil Eye looked at the Snake Sect descendants in amazement,

"To be precise, there are one hundred and thirteen, and more than half of the remaining ones are still in a long slumber. It is unnecessary to forcefully wake them up at a certain price."

"Summoning high-level vampires is an extremely labor-intensive job that consumes magic power and physical strength."

Roy stood up, walked to the window, rolled up his sleeves, revealing a bright red blood mark on his arm.

Gently massage.

The magic power in the air began to boil, and the demon hunter badges around everyone's necks shook one after another.

The dazzling blood light suddenly lit up, like weaving a red mist.

"But Serret is right, only overwhelming force can safely, quickly and completely solve the trouble on Thanede Island."

After the words fell, everyone looked out the window with wide eyes. In the distant skyline, a large black cloud suddenly appeared in the golden sunset, with scarlet lightning swimming in it.

As if the end of the world is coming, the sky opens into a huge abyss.

Rolling dark clouds came quickly, covering the alder forest surrounding Gawain's house.

Puff! Puff!

A howling wind blew by, dark clouds swelled, and torrential black rain fell in the courtyard, strangely condensing into a series of tall, thin, cold figures, exuding a terrifying and depressing aura.

The blood in the sky showed pale faces and scarlet eyes.

They held their chests and saluted respectfully toward the conference room.

"Our new allies are ready, and we will make a final decision when the time comes!"