The Divine Hunter Chapter 1: Enter Redania (2-in-1)

"God-level Demon Hunter ()"!

The night is cold.

Outside the witcher's hut.

The sword blade reflected the bright moonlight, and the two figures danced silently.

Two hands with protruding veins were holding Guvesil tightly. Roy held the sword at an angle at his waist, like a plow for plowing the land. The tip of the sword was pointed directly at the neck of the hooded demon hunter, with a T firmly planted under his feet. Step, maintain the bull position and move slowly laterally.

Ochs slightly bowed his body, holding the tip of the sword with his left hand and pointing it toward his opponent's eyes. He held the blade of the sword inward with his right hand and placed his toes lightly, walking along with him.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The two collided violently.

Dazzling fast break!

Sparks flew like waterfalls, the sword blades jumped in the moonlight, and struck dozens of times.

The figures suddenly separated.

The two faced each other again.

Guweixir rises from the waist to the face, like the horns of a bull, changing left and right with the footsteps of the sword holder, always aiming at the target and preparing to charge.

But the hand holding the sword was obviously shaking. Because of the excessive physical exertion, Roy's chest heaved violently, sweat was steaming all over his body, and his clothes and hair were wet.

A drop of sweat dripped down the tip of his chin.

"Papa..."

On the opposite side, the hooded demon hunter took a deep breath and suddenly let go of his swords. He held the hilts of the swords like a cane, and the cheerful smile of the past disappeared from his face - after a fight, the shield of Quen's seal was revealed. It was shattered, and a strand of hair was missing from the temples.

"The day has finally come when a new generation replaces the old... Demon Hunter Roy, from now on, the title of the Viper School swordsmanship champion will fall on you!" Oakes tilted his head and squinted his amber eyes. His colorful pupils and face were filled with a hint of cunning, and he tapped the steel sword in his hand three times in the air, as if he were an emperor conferring honors on knights.

"What are you doing?" The Snake Sect apprentice rolled his eyes, danced with a beautiful sword flower, and returned the sword to its sheath. He was angry and funny, "I have lost tens of thousands of times, but I am lucky enough to win once. What are you so happy about?"

"You don't understand! I, an eighty-year-old demon hunter, actually got distracted during the battle. This is the first time in thirty years. It's simply a shame!" Oakes pulled down his hood to cover his expression of embarrassment and shame. , "If Seret finds out, he won't laugh out loud."

"Don't worry, I will keep it a secret for you." Roy curved his mouth, suppressed the smile in his heart, and said tentatively,

"But you were in a bad state just now and were distracted?"

"I don't know what happened tonight. My eyes are dazzled and I have floaters? I keep seeing messy red ghosts. My flawless swordsmanship is greatly compromised... After swinging the sword a few times, my muscles start to sore." Oakes He rubbed his sore arms and said to himself solemnly, "Did you drink too much with the cat vulture this afternoon?"

"Red ghost shadow, please tell me carefully." Roy's heart moved slightly.

"A kind of long tentacle," the hooded demon hunter stretched his hands and moved rhythmically on both sides of his body, roughly simulating the posture of a mollusk swimming in the water. "It is similar to the tentacles of an octopus, and it is like blood. Colors, jumping behind you and on the sword... Damn it! As soon as I saw that thing, some bad experiences surged uncontrollably in my mind."

As he spoke, the demon hunter's amber pupils turned suspiciously to the pair of dark gold pupils.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"With that kind of vision, are the beings in the castle still haunting you?"

"Impossible, it must be because you haven't sobered up yet!"

Roy's words temporarily fooled him.

Red tentacles? It turns out that in the eyes of others, the so-called will to kill has this horrifying image.

But why are they tentacles? I’m not an evil god?

Roy complained strangely.

He couldn't figure it out for a moment, so he simply put it behind him and recalled the scene of the sparring session just now.

Compared with "Shock", which targets the group every four minutes, "Suppression" lasts forever, but the effect is much "gentle".

Within ten minutes, there is almost no impact, but if the battle lasts for more than ten minutes, the opponent will start to feel uncomfortable.

Taking Oaks as a reference, the specific manifestations are increased physical energy consumption, sweating, rapid heartbeat, and difficulty concentrating.

When the battle lasted for twenty minutes, quantitative changes led to qualitative changes. Oaks's strength and reaction were reduced by at least one-third, and he became distracted frequently in extremely weird ways!

Roy seized the opportunity and, for the first time in history, defeated the swordsmanship teacher who had tortured him thousands of times in a sparring match!

But he couldn't laugh.

After twenty minutes of competition, I lost more than 30 times in a row before I managed to win the game.

In the duel field, he has died countless times, so there is no chance to wait for the suppression to take effect.

"The demon hunter's willpower exceeds 10. If you switch to an opponent with low willpower, the suppression will be effective faster!" He could only comfort himself like this.

"Listen, let me rest for ten minutes and sober up, let's continue?" Oaks sat down cross-legged, preparing to sink into meditation.

Roy smiled apologetically. He could not let the other party easily see through his suppressive swordsmanship.

"How about changing your training method later and trying a hand crossbow? You said you can hit the crossbow arrows with a sword."

"Then let you see how experienced demon hunters and seniors of the school deal with crossbowmen!" Oakes grinned confidently, revealing the groove-like forehead lines.

…

Ten minutes later.

The hooded demon hunter, who had been a target for a while, leaned against the stable and looked at the night sky, his expression became extremely exciting, and he even began to suspect that the old epilepsy left in the Green Grass Trial decades ago had recurred.

"Am I entering old age early? Alas, I have to drink less in the future."

Roy wiped his crossbow, thoughtfully.

Gabriel, who has been upgraded several times, can break Oakes' Quen shield with two consecutive arrows when his crossbow specialization is activated. Because of the tracking effect of the guided arrows, even if the opponent has extraordinary agility, it will be difficult to avoid it. shooting.

Coupled with the stun effect of the stun arrow, whether he uses the Snake Silver Sword to block the flying arrow, or the Quen Sign to deflect the arrow, Oaks will immediately fall into a dazed state for 0.1 seconds.

In just 0.1 seconds, it completely disrupted his fighting rhythm, resulting in an extremely weird stalemate.

In the courtyard 20 meters apart, Roy relied on Gabriel in his hand to completely suppress the older snake sect demon hunter, leaving him tired of parrying arrows and unable to fight back.

However, after the eight stun arrows are shot, it will be a different story, so——

Roy glanced at Oaks, who was lamenting, and before he could react, he fled back to the cabin.

……

The next morning.

The warm morning light coated the statue of Cliff, the Father of the Sky, with a golden glow. This angry, majestic **** pointed motionlessly at the corner of the circular square, as if summoning thunderbolts. , punishing unclean forces.

The densely packed people of La Valette surrounded a high platform.

There are four burning stakes on the high platform. One of the sea scorpions was once tied to it and roasted alive. Today, a new corpse was added to the pillars at some point.

The death was extremely tragic.

The stake, which was thicker than a human thigh, penetrated his body, and its dark, hard tip protruded from his mouth, splitting most of his swollen face.

His eyes were widened, his facial features were distorted, and he was extremely frightened. His neck, arms, and exposed skin were covered with wounds cut by sharp objects and bruises caused by blunt objects. It was obvious that he had been tortured before his death.

Looking from a distance, it looks like a roasted chicken skewered on wooden sticks.

"Oh, God! What happened to La Valetti recently? Terrifying accidents happen frequently!" A fat woman who was watching took a breath and prayed to herself, "My God Cliff, please open your eyes and see, stop the evil atrocities and protect your most devout believers!"

Her voice was quickly drowned out by the noise of the crowd,

"The strange death is not a coincidence, it is intentional. I smell the devil's breath. It is the devil performing an evil sacrificial ceremony! The devil will commit more killings and summon terrifying evil. , everyone, run for your lives!" A middle-aged homeless man covered in stench shouted in panic.

"Shut up! Idiot, this is clearly a punishment from God! Don't you recognize the man on the stage? Dylan, the executioner, has tortured so many innocent people and has countless innocent souls under his hands. He deserves it!"

……

"Let's go, Cantila..."

Roy looked away from the corpse and quickly withdrew from the chaotic crowd.

"Roy, you don't know how this guy has tortured us for a month. He deserves to die!" Cantila stared at the corpse happily, with a hint of regret in her tone. "I just hate that he died too quickly and didn't feel our pain and despair further."

"I can understand that you did the right thing... With what Dylan did, it would be too cheap to die happily." After saying this, Roy still felt a little emotional.

The elf lady has changed, and only by changing her gentle and weak character to becoming rock-solid and ruthless can she survive in the struggle between humans and elves in Doll Bretanna.

"She should have returned to her hometown through the portal..."

……

Roy took Cantila back to the Witcher hut.

He had already introduced this lady from Zerikan to his companions yesterday. Candila is not only strong in physical skills, skilled in bow and horse, but her words and deeds are not weak and picky like most women. She is informal, cheerful and talkative, and can chat with anyone for a while.

I don’t care about everyone’s sensitive identities and sloppy clothes.

No one objects, and the team will give her a ride to Novigrad.

Before they set off, the witch doctor Cecilie, who they had met once before, came over and proposed a commission to go to Willenfek Island to conduct the ancestors' eve ceremony.

But these few people are in constant conflict with the Lady in the Forest of Weilun. In a short period of time, before they are sure to eradicate them, they will never step into Weilun and take the initiative to touch the bad luck of the three witches. He declined the witch doctor's request.

However, Roy still gave him a suggestion to try his luck in Vizima. If Berengar still stayed there, he might accept the commission.

Or contact the alchemist Kalkstein. That Frankenstein man is nimble, has wild ideas, and has powerful magic powers. He might be interested in the witch doctor's request.

Finished solving the witch doctor's problem.

That afternoon, five witchers, a boy, a woman, and five horses passed the reopened white bridge north of La Valetti Castle and successfully crossed the steamy Pontal River.

Leaving the Barony of La Valedi, leaving Temeria, and officially entered the land of Redania.

Separated by one shore, there are two completely different worlds.

Redania is a country with extremely developed commerce and agriculture. It is also known as the granary of the north. The most abundant crop is wheat, and most areas are dominated by wheat fields.

The witcher stepped onto the river bank and didn't go far. As far as he could see, except for the caravan full of goods in front of him, were the lush wheat fields on both sides of the road.

October is the season when wheat matures. When the wind blows, the neat fields will rhythm like a golden ocean, sending the refreshing fragrance of wheat, making a wonderful start to this unknown journey. .

……

"Madam, can you be more reserved? You are so tight that I can hardly breathe!" Roy sat on the back of the brown horse Wilt, holding the reins with one hand and gently stroking Gore in the saddle bag with the other. Finn Owl's sleek little head. "The road ahead is blocked, and Wilt is still walking. If you relax a little, I won't fall over you..."

"Grrr... don't be shy, Roy!" Cantila, who was riding with the demon hunter, let out a burst of hearty laughter. Her strong arms couldn't help but hug her tighter, and the strong peaks on her chest grew bigger and bigger. Pressing against the witcher's back, he felt the youthful elasticity and heat more vividly.

"It's you who should relax, your waist is as collapsed as a tree! And I'm hugging your waist, not your neck, how come you can't breathe,"

Kandila laughed loudly, "As a mercenary, I must ensure the safety of my employer at all times."

After getting to know a few people, the Zerichan woman also likes to make some non-vegetarian jokes, and seems to like to see others embarrassed.

Roy shook his head helplessly at this.

Well, Zerikan girls are just unrestrained!

"Kandila, didn't I say, stop calling yourself a mercenary, otherwise it would be an insult to our friendship...right? Wilt, Golfing."

"咴儿咴儿——"

"Gugu——"

"Kid, stop struggling, young people should enjoy themselves!" The bald man rode a maroon stallion to the side, glanced at Candila's unique mohawk hair, and gave a rare look to the apprentice. Blinking,

In his opinion, as long as the person is not a thoughtful sorceress, the apprentice can look for anyone he likes!

"Don't worry, Roy, we will keep it a secret for you." Oaks suddenly reined in the horse, stretched out his index finger and thumb to pinch it in mid-air, "As long as Oaks has enough money to drink comfortably, we will never I will chew my tongue randomly. Otherwise, my mouth and stomach will be dissatisfied, I will lose my temper, and accidentally spill the beans in front of Rita Nied... As someone who has experienced this, let me remind you that the consequences of being angry with a sorceress are serious. ."

"What kind of messy relationship?" Roy glared at him without any guilt

"Who is Rita Nieder?" Cantila interjected with curiosity on her face.

"Okay, stop making trouble!" Seret stared not far ahead, where a long convoy of horse-drawn carriages formed a long queue and stopped in front of a sentry post for interrogation.

Everyone fell silent.

The sentry post consists of two rows of huge spiked logs. A dozen fully armed soldiers stand behind the barricade of stacked logs. The coat of arms of Redania is uniformly painted on their chest armor— -The background color is red like blood, and a giant silver eagle that captures evil spirits soars above it. There is also a small black shield with a golden cross inlaid on the chest of the giant eagle.

The soldiers looked serious and had a clear division of labor, including archers, shield soldiers, halberdiers, and even a cavalryman. Redania's excellent quality wheat breeds excellent horses, and thanks to this, the country's knights are particularly effective in combat.

The caravans can only accept the inspection honestly, and the demon hunters are no exception.

The only annoying thing is that because Baiqiao has been blocked for a period of time, many caravans have accumulated goods, and the inspection has been delayed a lot of time.

But the journey was uneventful and we did not encounter any unexpected situations.

In fact, only half a day after leaving Baiqiao, this was already the third wave of sentry posts that everyone encountered.

The Witcher's location is very sensitive. Less than two days' walk to the northeast is Tritog, the capital of Redania. If you go northwest, you will pass the delta at the estuary of the Pontar River in about three days. , nearby is the world-famous Cowburg College (Osenfurt). Not far from the Cowburg College and further northwest is the destination of this trip, the free city of Novigrad.

As the border between the two countries, there are several important cities nearby, so many outposts and patrols have been set up along the way.

One is to eliminate spies and spies and capture wanted criminals, and the other is for profit.

The trade route from White Bridge to Novigrad has been established for many years and is mature and perfect. It is the preferred route for most caravans.

On the one hand, the sentries along the way can ensure the safety of the caravan, and on the other hand, they will collect taxes based on the total value of the goods.

But the tax rate is not high. Even if you have to go through several rounds of exploitation to reach the Free City, you won't get much discount.

The stingy caravan can only choose to pass through the dangerous wilderness of Redania, where not only ferocious beasts, evil spirits and other monsters lurk, but also groups of bandits roaming.

Choose to take risks. If you are unlucky, not only will you lose everything, but you will also lose your life.

The demon hunter was lucky, he didn't have any expensive items on him, and Roy and Leisuo kept the weapons of some value, and only had to pay a low toll.

……

After being interrogated and on their way, Redania's first day passed quietly.

When the sun set in the west and an orange light appeared on the horizon, a part of the carriage team began to set up camp in the fields beside the wheat fields, with a safe distance between them.

There are also some carriages that travel day and night, regardless of the approaching dusk, but they are only a minority. The night in the wild is much more dangerous than the day.

The witcher found a weathered boulder to camp on the roadside. They tied their horses to dead trees and made their beds with a simple layer of dry grass clippings and ferns under the boulders.

Then set up a stove and light a fire.

"Whoosh--" Oaks whistled at the black-haired demon hunter, and glanced at the empty iron pot on the bonfire with a pointed look.

"Oaks, you want to be lazy again? You must go hunting tonight...or you will be hungry later!"

"Alas, next time I see Rita Nieder..."

"Stop!" Roy sighed helplessly and glanced at the remaining companions. Furius was coaching Karl's swordsmanship one-on-one.

The little boy was whipped back and forth like a roly-poly by a wooden sword in the hands of his mentor. From time to time he was whipped around and spun 360 degrees like a top, with a look of confusion and despair on his face.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?

Serrit and Leisuo were sitting next to each other, pointing at the boy, seemingly unaware of Roy's murderous eyes, and they just didn't want to move anyway.

Roy sighed heavily, then took the crossbow and the Golfin Owl in the hood and headed into the wilderness.

In owl form, he is good at catching rabbits!

"Roy, take me with you!" At this time, Cantila volunteered to stand up, looking eager to try.

"Your injury is not healed yet."

"It doesn't matter. Even if the children of Zerikan are paralyzed, they are still the best hunters! If you don't believe it, let's compete to see who catches more prey?"

……

The moon has risen, the bonfires are swaying in the night wind, and smoke is floating in the caravan camps everywhere.

Roy carried a pair of fat rabbits with snow-white fur, a cauliflower snake as thick as an arm, and a few inconspicuous plants back to the weathered boulder.

"Look, how is it? I'm no worse than you!" Candila, who was carrying a bow and arrow, walked over from behind on her strong long legs and proudly held up two colorful pheasants in her hands. ,

The witcher nodded, "Come and help me, I'll treat you to a big dinner tonight!"

Proficiently plucking hair, skinning and deboning, and taking out internal organs. Long-term outdoor life has allowed Roy to hone his good cooking skills. Of course, it is largely due to the sneaky tricks of the predecessors Reso and the Oaks brothers.

In addition, because of his observation, Roy can easily find medicines that add color to dishes, as well as spices such as fennel, cloves, cardamom, etc. from plants in the wild.

So the food he cooks is much more delicious than most of the works of witchers who only want to satisfy their hunger.

……

"Hmm..." Leisuo took a bite of the rabbit legs that were roasted until golden brown and dripping with oil. The spices and salt were very tasty, and the full texture made him squint his eyes in comfort.

"Roy, how about roasted wild boar tomorrow? I haven't tasted that for a long time!"

Ox drank a spoonful of snake meat soup. The snake meat was boiled until it was soft and melted in the mouth, and the aftertaste had a unique sweetness.

It seems that if you don't pay attention, your tongue will swallow it into your stomach.

"No, I'm tired of roasted pigs. Let's roast marmot next time. The little guy's meat tastes better." Furius stuffed a piece of oily chicken into the apprentice's hand, and the boy The son touched his round belly, his face turned bitter, he gritted his teeth and started eating again.

Kandila hugged half of the crispy roast chicken and ate it. From time to time, she licked the glistening grease on her fingers like a cat. As she ate, she praised, "Since I left Zerikan, this is the best food I've ever eaten. To the most exquisite barbecue."

"Eat more if you like it."

Chef Roy folded his hands and looked at the warm scene in front of him, feeling an unusual sense of satisfaction.

When will the demon hunters from the six major schools gather together and hold a grand banquet?

"By the way, Cantila, where exactly is Zerikan?" Roy asked, taking a sip of the warm snake meat soup.

"It's completely different from here..." The lady paused, swallowed all the food in her mouth, and then said concisely, "There are deserts everywhere, oases can be seen occasionally, and there are huge poisonous insects, countless dangers A beautiful and mysterious creature. The tribesmen worship the legendary dragon the most and have been chasing this creature all their lives, and I am no exception."

People in the northern countries call the Blue Mountain the edge of the world, but few have the courage to challenge it, and even fewer climb over the mountains and ridges to enter Zerikan.

Roy has always been curious about that mysterious land,

"Go and see it if you have the chance."

"If you are interested in that place, how about I be your guide and take you to visit Zerikan?" Cantila licked the foam from her red lips, her eyes bright,

"Are you serious?"

"Of course, the dragon's people keep their word."

……

"Hey!" Oakes threw away the bare leg bone of the pheasant, took out a roasted chicken butt, and chewed it until his mouth was full of oil. "You two, please pay attention to me. There are still a few spectators here. Put Zerikan and the dragon aside for now, let's talk about business..."

Ochs burped and said, "In a few days we will reach the delta that passes through the estuary of the Pontar River. Do you want to go to Oxenfurt and have a look..."

"Why not go?" Seret said, "One of the two most dazzling cultural pearls in the world is the Imperial Academy of Nilfgaard and the other is Oxenfurt University. Imperial Academy we Now that you’ve seen it, Oxenfurt should go see it too!”

"Teacher, I want to go too!" Karl hugged Flius' thigh ~IndoMTL.com~ with a longing expression on his face.

I don’t know how many children have been instilled by their parents with the ambition of entering Oxenfurt University, although 99% of them will never see a formal school in their lifetime.

"Then go there! I heard that Oxenfurt has a special school of medicine and herbal medicine, as well as an alchemy school, which should be of some help to me." Roy agreed.

Oxenfurt also has an old acquaintance, Professor Linus Pitt of the Department of Natural History, the honest man who bought the octopus monster cub from him on the Yaruga River. I don’t know if he has Feed "Pete the octopus" to death.

Moreover, Dandelion and Shani are both students of Oxenfurt, and even Geralt was there to attend. How could such a resort be passed by without entering?

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