The Divine Hunter Chapter 1: Chasing
"God-level Demon Hunter ()"
Vegima Trading Area, home of the Queen of the Night.
The magic lamp on the ceiling casts a hazy yellow light, and the soothing lute is like a lover whispering softly in the ear.
Roy sat in front of the wine cabinet in a daze, looking at girls with hot bodies and bold clothes coming and going like butterflies. Some of them are smiling and chatting with a group of guests, or they are standing alone in the corner swinging their waists to attract attention.
Without exception, they all have beautiful looks and figures, and there is a deliberate charm in their movements. Their eyes are as deep as whirlpools, absorbing the energy and soul of all visitors.
Roy controlled his slightly trembling hands, picked up a glass of Bloody Mary, which was as scarlet as blood, and drank it down suddenly. In an instant, he was shocked by the stimulation of the strong liquor burning his throat.
It is rumored that the high-level vampire Queen of the Night opened a tavern in Vizima.
The waitresses in the tavern are all high-level vampires and vampire banshees.
He believed it to be true, and was worried about Lei Suo's vampire hatred disease, so he didn't dare to take him with him to inquire about information.
In the end, I actually paid a visit and found out that it was just a boast. Although the waiters at the "Queen of the Night" are beautiful, they are all ordinary women.
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A scent of jasmine suddenly came from the stairs at the corner. The demon hunter turned his head and saw a mature beauty slowly walking down the stairs.
She has waterfall-like auburn hair, and her facial features are slightly harder than most women. Her straight nose and tight red lips show her stubborn character. She wears a dark red sleeveless leather dress. It was slit from the chest to the waist, showing a dazzling white.
The short skirt only reached above the knees, and a pair of khaki long leather boots covered her two slender legs, making her look cheerful and neat yet charming.
"Little brother, you are here to have fun at such a young age." The woman felt the strange gaze, turned around and smiled happily at the demon hunter at the wine table, "Do you need to recommend an experienced person to you? I promise to have superb skills, so that you can Satisfied."
"Beautiful lady, are you the Queen of the Night?"
"My name is Sarika...Unfortunately, the boss's wife is traveling far away to visit an old friend, and she will have to stay for at least half a month. Do you have anything to do with her?"
"I heard that the Queen of the Night Tavern is well-informed..." Roy tapped his index finger on the wine table, "I just wanted to come here to buy some information."
With a gust of fragrance, the woman sat down next to him, her beautiful eyes staring straight at the demon hunter, "No need, boss lady, just tell me."
"I'm looking for a master blacksmith in Vizima...an expert who can forge master-level weapons and equipment." Roy considered his words, "He has the pupils of a beast, and he used to be a mercenary."
"One price." The woman stretched out five slender fingers.
"Why did I hear it was thirty kronor?" Roy raised his eyebrows, "You don't think I'm young and easy to bully, do you?"
"You can only blame the sudden rise of the Church of Virtue in the Temple District. This organization has attracted rich people from the Trade District, causing the tavern's turnover to drop significantly. Some balancing measures are needed."
Salika's eyes turned cold as she spoke, and there was a hint of gritted teeth in her tone.
"Church of Virtue?" Roy paused, "Forty crowns?"
"Little brother, the pub is not a market, and there is no bargaining."
Roy bared his teeth and made an expression of hesitation and pain. He waited until the other party was almost impatient and then sighed, "Okay, fifty crowns is fifty crowns!"
"It will take several hours to collect information, and the waiting time..." Sarika pursed her red lips and smiled, "Shall I arrange a beautiful girl for you to have fun with?"
"No need, give me a glass of cider."
Roy stared at the Gwent card table not far away, with a smile on his face and his fingers making a "clicking" sound,
"Exactly, I haven't had a card addiction for a long time."
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Two hours later, Sarika twisted her waist and sat next to Roy. A flash of surprise flashed through her beautiful eyes. There were clearly several tables of guests playing Gwent in the tavern just now. How come they were all gone?
"You are lucky. My friend sent me news that there is a qualified blacksmith master in Vizima City..."
The woman paused and looked over with bright eyes.
The witcher generously handed over fifty crowns, which he had just won from the Gwent card table.
"Where is it? Who is it?"
"His name is Berengar, he lives in seclusion in the temple area... He is a..." Sharika paused, "A former demon hunter of the Wolf School, who built a weapon called 'Tohene' Sword, and relevant news leaked out in Vizima's market."
"A demon hunter from the Wolf School? Berengar..." The corners of Roy's mouth curved slightly.
"But you must be careful..." Sarika emphasized, "Berengar is disgusted with his former identity and may not be very friendly to his kind."
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Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Roy and Leisuo entered the temple area.
In the central square of the temple area, stands a huge statue of the Lady of the Lake. Under the statue, the Knights of the White Rose are still donating food to the long queues of poor people. In comparison, the St. Lebiuda Hospital, which is also located in the temple area, is much more deserted and its influence is not as good as before.
Lebi Alda broadcasts the holy name in the north, but he is not a real god. Apart from deception, he cannot let his priests use magic to retain believers. Vivian, the goddess of the lake in the "Church of Virtue", is a living existence. She can use her magic power to perform miracles from time to time, making the poor people more convinced.
In addition, under the drastic reforms carried out by the High Priest of the Church of Virtue and the eldest princess of Vizima, Yada, the gang forces in the temple area have temporarily subsided, and the public security atmosphere has been greatly improved. The residents have benefited from it, and a small number of The followers of Lebiuda turned to the Lake Lady.
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The two passed through the central area, turned through several dark alleys, and entered an area of low and dilapidated buildings.
"No. 250, Flax Lane, Temple District...this house number is so stupid!" The demon hunter stood in front of a mottled black door. "Bang, bang, bang...is anyone there?" After waiting for a while, there was no response.
Lesuo put his ear to the wooden door, and then tensed his face. He heard a rustling sound, which quickly faded away!
"Go to the back, Roy! This guy wants to escape!"
The two of them ran to the side of the house and looked up, just in time to see a figure hanging on a window more than three stories high. With a sudden swing of his waist, he landed neatly on the opposite roof, holding down his hand with one hand. Tile, kneeling on one knee, showed his amber pupils to the two of them.
"Don't run, Berengar! Listen to me..."
Roy yelled at him, but this guy was like a frightened bird and ran away on the roof without giving the two of them any chance to explain.
The two demon hunters exchanged glances and ran to the left and right sides of the house respectively.
After a small run-up, Roy jumped lightly against the wall, then used his hands and feet to jump up like a gecko, climbing to the three-story roof in just a few seconds.
At this time, the fleeing figure in the sight had already moved quite far away. His agility was inhuman to the point of being able to fly while maintaining balance on the sloping tiles on the roof as if it were the ground.
"Business comes to your door, why run? Don't you feel comfortable making some money?" Roy followed. His agility was twice that of ordinary people, he had strong balance ability, and he could run on the roof as well as on the ground.
Lesuo surrounded him from the other side. The big man moved incredibly fast. He even brought out a series of afterimages of his limbs while running with all his strength.
The sunset rays of light coated the buildings in the temple area with a golden skin, and just above this dazzling skin, three disease-like black spots kept flashing, jumping from one roof to another. The figure rises and falls, launching a crazy chase.
Possessing superhuman physical fitness, the demon hunter can perform a series of dazzling movements on the roof with complex terrain: heel lift, toe jump, cat crawl, somersault...
Whatever movement is convenient for running, they subconsciously use it. The speed is fast and extremely dangerous, like a parkour sport from another world.
"Huh——" The young demon hunter's speed reached its peak at the outermost edge of the roof, and then he held his breath and raised his breath, leaping towards another roof in the distance - the air around his ears seemed to be surging and blowing. He had a head full of black hair, and he looked like a big bird with spread wings gliding through the air.
A hundred meters away, with his heart beating like a drum, the demon hunter touched the ground with his feet, immediately rolled forward against the tiles to remove the inertia, then got up and continued running wildly.
Unfortunately, despite his best efforts, as time went by, the distance between him and the two demon hunters in front of him continued to grow infinitely.
The nearly doubled attribute gap is really an insurmountable chasm.
However, he has another trick!
"Whoosh——"
The sharp crossbow arrows passed through the narrow alley.
The air rippled, and with a short and sharp roar, the young demon hunter disappeared instantly. The next second, he appeared strangely forty meters away.
"Whoosh——"
He disappeared again, like a ghost, flickering and darting across the roof.
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The distance between the bald man and the escapee is gradually shortening, and the latter’s back is reflected in the amber pupils. He is a thin guy, and his clothes maintain the traditions of most witchers, with tight leather pants and a A dusty leather jacket.
The two arms exposed by the sleeveless jacket are full of slender but explosive muscles.
Getting closer, the distance between the two narrowed to 5 meters.
"Stop!" Leisuo roared suddenly, and then threw forward a handful of glittering crowns - which he had just obtained from Roy.
The demon hunter who was moving at high speed in front had no time to dodge. He was hit in many places with a series of crackling sounds, and then his legs shook and he fell from the edge of the roof.
Leisuo jumped off the roof, but unexpectedly a cold sword suddenly struck him. His pupils shrank and he quickly flashed to the side. The sharp blade happened to pass by his shiny forehead, causing goosebumps to rise instantly.
"Stop!" Lei Suo yelled and pulled out the steel sword from his back. The blade that he dodged came back and was swept in front of him again. "Qiang——" There was a crisp sound, and the steel sword held vertically blocked the sword that was sweeping horizontally.
After the sword and the sword, the eyes of the two beasts collided.
One person is as tall as a mountain, with a twisted snake pendant hanging from his neck; the other person is lean and capable, with cold eyes, but does not wear the symbol of the Witcher School.
He held the sword in both hands in an offensive posture, half-bowing his body, like a attacking beast.
"Listen to me..."
As soon as Lei Suo opened his mouth, the opponent took the opportunity to move again, and the sword was drawn out like a violent storm. Lei Suo struggled to defend for a moment. Seeing that the opponent was still struggling, his anger surged and he simply let go of his skills to fight with him.
The next moment, a series of harsh clashes of gold and iron erupted in the narrow alley between the buildings. As the two sword blades collided at high speed, a waterfall of dense sparks poured out.
Brilliant and dazzling.
Leisuo slashed forward with great force, but the opponent seemed to be a little tired of fighting, and retreated when he saw the situation. He dodged the sword to the side as lightly as a civet cat, and then stabbed with the sword more nimbly.
This is a veteran. He draws his sword at an extremely tricky angle, specializing in attacking the man's arteries, blood vessels, heart, throat, lower body and other vital points. Moreover, he was not greedy for success. If his sword failed to work, he immediately retreated and began to circle around, giving no chance to pursue him.
His attack methods are changeable and have no fixed rhythm. When Leisuo thinks he is going to attack vigorously, he just pulls back with the tip of his sword. When he seemed to be about to retreat, he suddenly thrust forward and stabbed the person's fatal point.
Relying on this weird swordsmanship, he struggled with Lei Suo for a long time with his slightly inferior physical fitness.
At a certain moment, Leisuo finally found a flaw and struck the opponent's sword head-on, and pressed his body against it. With harsh friction and sparks, the two long swords reached a stalemate above the sword grid, and the two sword holders began a primitive wrestling.
Leso was like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, pressing the hilt of the sword and pushing the opponent's body back a full two meters. Then both parties blushed, panted like cattle, and formed the seal with difficulty with one hand trembling. "Bang, bang--" The Seal of Alder erupted in a very small area, and the two demon hunters were hit head-on by the force of the recoil, and were thrown to both sides like rubber balls.
Leso took two steps back and still maintained a fighting stance, while the opponent was pushed to the corner by Alder and fell to the ground exhausted, his eyes a little dizzy.
Subsequently, another belated figure jumped from the roof.
"Whoosh——"
A crossbow arrow hit the skinny demon hunter's feet and bounced away.
"Stop!" He sighed, "I give up, stop fighting." He lowered his head, raised his sword belt and threw it aside, squeezing his numb arm like a beast licking its wounds. . "What day is it today? Two demon hunters came to arrest me for playing a small role? Is it worth it?!"
"I would have surrendered earlier...it took me a long time to work hard." Leisuo took a deep breath, suppressed the mania in his heart, and glanced at the opponent's sword again. The sword's blade shone with the luster of sapphire, and the coldness was overwhelming. , the elegant and dancing cloud patterns are faintly visible on the sword spine. Take another look at the ordinary steel sword in your hand~IndoMTL.com~I don’t know when it has been damaged, and the blade has been cracked with several gaps.
"You are the wolf sect demon hunter who created the sword Toheine, Berengar?"
"Correction of your mistake," Berengar leaned lazily in the corner, his whole body relaxed, and seemed to have given up resistance completely, "I left the Wolf School many years ago and never returned to Kyle Mor. Han, now I am a free mercenary and a poor homeless man. Can you please give me a good time without torture?"
"Torture? An exclusive forging method?" Roy walked towards him and joked, "If it helps the next forging activities, I don't mind helping you."
Berengar tilted his head and looked confused, "Aren't you here to hunt me down?"
"Pursuit?" the snake sect demon hunter said with a smile, "Berengar, I think this misunderstanding is a bit big. The snake sect has not received assassination commissions for a long time... let alone assigned tasks by the superior."
Berengar was stunned for two seconds, "Why do you keep chasing me and attacking me so cruelly?" He looked at the bald man and bared his teeth, "You can run so big for someone so big, I almost lost my life. My legs were broken!"
"Man, have you ever seen any killer who would use money as a hidden weapon to launch an attack?" Lei Suo crossed his arms and said helplessly, "I'm ruthless, but you are more ruthless than me. Every move is fatal. You want to kill me, right?"
"And you didn't give any chance and ran away without hearing any explanation," Roy added, "What can we do?"
"..."
The scene fell into awkward silence for a while.
"There is a saying among mercenaries that true friendship can only be established in battle. Mercenary Berengar, we know each other now..."
"Don't talk about fancy words, I only care about money!"
Roy stretched out his hand to him, "Let's go, I'll pay to hire you."