The Divine Hunter Chapter 1: Reunited after a long absence
Early spring of 1265.
In the evening, a delicate maple leaf-like sunset glow bloomed on the horizon. The air was moist and slightly cool, and the shrubs and grass along the road were covered with dew.
The medium-sized carriage convoy passed through a dark forest with excitement and hustle and bustle.
The team included more than fifty boys and girls, wearing simple but neat linen underwear and fur coats. Each person carried a blue canvas bag on his back. Their green and slightly baby-fat faces showed the excitement and curiosity of embarking on the journey. , and tiredness.
The carriage was loaded with quilts, pots and pans and other daily necessities, and the wheels made a crunching sound as they rolled over the muddy ground after the rain.
Some children sat on the cart to take a rest.
A dozen strong-looking demon hunters, wearing wide cloaks and eyes like wild beasts, were walking on both sides of the convoy.
A knight with flowing blond hair led the horse and walked at the end of the team.
The fingertips of the red-haired sorceress riding on Wilt's body bloomed with magic aura from time to time, and she controlled a magic falcon to hover in the sky to watch.
Except for the old Moore couple, Xiao Mino, the female night demon Pasia, and the griffin beast Griffin who were unable to travel and stay in the fortress, almost all the demon hunters came out.
While Roy was sitting on a slowly moving carriage, the events of the past year or so came to mind.
After Skellige named the unexpected daughter, he returned to Kaer Morhen and started the third Trial of Grass with the help of Coral.
Choose Wolf School grass decoction.
The Green Grass Trial took longer than expected. Even though his physique had reached thirty points at the time, he was still in Kaer Morhen's laboratory and was killed by the snake sect, the flying lion monster, and the wolf sect. The conflict between the drugs was so tortured that life was worse than death. I struggled for a year and two months before I got through the entire process.
Look at the template.
Roy
Age: 18 years old
Identity: Demon hunter of the Viper School, Demon Hunter of the Flying Lion School, Demon Hunter of the Wolf School, Knight of Vizima Lake, member of the Demon Hunter Brotherhood
Life: 380→400
Magic power: 310→340 (Grass Trial +80
Attributes:
Strength: 16→20
Agility: 16→20
Physique: 30→32
Perception: 12→17
Will: 32→34
Charm: 9→10
Spirit: 23→26
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Occupation:
Witcher LV13
Stage: Intermediate Demon Hunter
Advanced requirements:
1. Drink the remaining three grass decoctions
2. Hunting magical creatures with a single attribute exceeding level 2 10/10, high-level vampire Grufeld, swamp witch, Nord ghoul overlord, dragon Mirmenir, ice troll*2... Power Gofortz
3. Obtain large mutation inducer 7/10.
Remaining: 1 attribute point
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The third Green Grass Trial was not as abnormal as the second 24.5 attribute increase, but it also gained 21 attribute points. Roy's weakest melee attributes such as strength and agility were finally completed to level 2.
Only the perception attribute failed to break through 20 points.
As for his will, spirit, and physique, he has already surpassed 99% of the demon hunters in the Brotherhood, not to mention that he has not yet undergone a second mutation.
He finally got out of the awkward position at the end of the crane, and his whole body was filled with surging strength.
But the ancient blood flowing in his body and the genes derived from elves kept his body shape just right and well-proportioned without being overly strong.
He is still just over 1.8 meters tall, and his arms, chest, abdomen, back, and thighs under his clothes are all covered with fine and tough muscles.
His facial features have completely lost their childishness and are already equivalent to a young man in his twenties.
The originally dark gold and silver-gray pupils were completely transformed into silver-gray, giving him a sudden aristocratic temperament.
Roy had a strong hunch that the color of his pupils would not change again after this time.
In more than a year, Roy is not the only one who has changed.
Karl, who was wearing a black cloak at the front of the team and showing a delicate and handsome face, has become more calm after long-term training in Kaer Morhen.
In addition to Monty's four usual friends behind him, there are also seven new demon hunters with beast eyes.
With the concerted efforts of everyone over the past year, the demon hunter apprentices have passed the Green Grass Trial one after another.
They swallowed the safer and simplified version of the grass decoction carefully improved by Kalkstein, Coral, Triss, and the non-staff member Lydia who "abandoned the dark and turned to the light". The improvement in physical fitness was not as good as that of traditional demon hunters. , but luckily there were no sequelae.
Twelve pairs of amber, gray-green, or scarlet eyes sparkled against the brilliant sunset that filtered through the forest.
Now, plus the original three people from the Cat Faction, four people from the Snake Faction, four people from the Wolf Faction, and one person from the Gryphon Faction,
The number of witchers in the Brotherhood reached an unprecedented 24.
After dormant in Kaer Morhen for more than a year, everyone was in a state of silence before embarking on this exchange journey to the Temple of Elland.
It’s just that the temple is not Roy’s destination.
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"Roy, how long until we arrive?" Akamtom sat down next to the demon hunter, swinging his legs in the air comfortably, and his black bangs were blown across the bridge of his nose by the breeze. freckle.
"It has been more than half a month since we left Kaer Morhen. We have passed through the Gwenrich River, several villages in Upper Buina, and passed through the capital of Kaedwen, Ard Kalai, from outside the city. At most, it will take another month to enter the realm of Elland."
"Aunt Nannik is really as amiable as you say?" Karl's little head leaned over the black horse's neck, "Are there really hundreds of young and beautiful girls in the temple?"
"The little guy has grown up and knows how to appreciate the delicate roses." The cat vulture grinned teasingly, looked at the disciple and teased, "But you care so much about other girls, does Vicky know?!"
"What's wrong with learning? Why should you learn to be a prodigal in love from Lambert?" Oakes joked.
Karl glanced at the little blond girl whispering to a group of girls in the carriage behind him, and retracted his head with a smile.
"That's enough, man," Lambert walked up to Oakes and slapped his mount on the butt, complaining dissatisfiedly, "What's wrong with the prodigal in love? I always focus on external communication and don't hurt people's feelings. !"
"Beast!" Aiden said disdainfully.
"Stop arguing, little brats. The Temple of Meriteri is a sacred and solemn place. Be honest when you get there and abide by the rules of the temple! Don't harass the priestess!" The bald man took the photo. His fists as big as sandbags attracted the attention of the children, his amber pupils glowed with cold light, and he gave stern instructions.
"Leso, we are already independent demon hunters," Chanem complained dissatisfied, "can you please stop treating us like children."
"Quiet!" The sorceress suddenly pulled the reins of the horse and said loudly with a clear voice. Everyone followed her gaze and saw that not far from the exit of the woods, the only way to go south was an old stone bridge. I saw a bridgehead set up by the Kingdom of Kaedwen, dressed in red under the light of the setting sun.
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A typical bridgehead has only three soldiers, a toll collector, a groom, and at most a few passers-by.
But the place was overcrowded. Roy glanced around and saw more than thirty light infantry, all wearing the costumes of the Kingdom of Kaedwen, and a full fifty swordsmen and shieldmen camped around the low fence. .
Most of them followed the soldier's field code and lay down by the campfire to recharge their batteries in case of emergencies.
The open gate was crowded with people, and there were many soldiers resting in the fortress.
Farmers' oxcarts and merchants' carriages were parked in the yard.
On the crooked watchtower, two soldiers were on guard with crossbows. When they noticed the team walking out of the woods, they suddenly started shouting!
"Oh my god...you, master demon hunters, where are you going?" The sergeant came over quickly and looked around the carriage team approaching the fortress. The vertical pupils made him frightened. His tone Unknowingly, he became very polite, "Bringing so many children, are they apprentices?"
The demon hunters looked at each other with astonishment on their faces, but the twelve young demon hunters had pride on their faces.
Along the way, they met many passers-by who were in awe of them.
The Battle of Novigrad more than a year ago spread throughout the Northern Territory, and the rumors became more and more mysterious. Why was it that one against a hundred, ten men killed the temple guards of a thousand, really made the demon hunter's The evil reputation has reached a new level.
Full of deterrence.
No one dares to curse at them anymore, or make sarcastic remarks. This is naturally not a bad phenomenon, and the demon hunters are happy.
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"We are going to Elland." Roy explained simply, stepping out of the crowd and scanning the muddy ground near the fortress. It was not only messy with footprints, but also a large area of uncovered traces of fighting, as well as scattered The faint smell of blood in the air.
Last night's heavy rain failed to wash away these traces.
The sergeant, who was extremely good at observing words and expressions, breathed a sigh of relief. Instead of asking any more questions, he guessed the witcher’s doubts.
"Masters, you must have seen the problem. The fortress was attacked last night. If we hadn't arrived with reinforcements in time, this place would have been turned into ruins." The sergeant answered considerately.
He really didn't dare to provoke these twenty-odd demon hunters now.
There are only two hundred soldiers in the fortress, and no matter how powerful they are, they can't compare to the pious group of eternal fire guards. Naturally, he doesn't want to get into trouble with the demon hunters and get burned.
"Who dares to attack Kaedwen's outpost?" Grim Knight stepped out from the crowd. He has lived in Kaer Morhen for more than a year, and he is also isolated from the world and has no information. "Hasn't Nilfgaard already signed a peace agreement with the North?"
"Of course Nilfgaard didn't dare to tear up the agreement openly, so they secretly funded those hateful forest bandits!"
The sergeant spat, looking at the knight's dark gold armor and blond hair, and couldn't understand why he was hanging out with the witcher,
"Soiatael!" He read out in a strange tone filled with hatred, and the heavily armed Kaedweni soldiers behind him glowed with hatred when they heard the sound.
Roy and his companions exchanged glances, "Is this what the Scoia'tael means?"
"Yes, sir, that's what they call themselves. Some say it's because they have squirrel tails on their fur hats or waists, and others say they live in the forest and eat only nuts. Of course they Not only elves, but also mixed-bloods, halflings, and dwarves. Anyone who hates humans has been attracted by them."
"I have heard rumors that you have killed such a group of anti-human extremist armed groups in Nuo City." He said with admiration, "It can be considered a good thing that is very satisfying, but it is a pity that too few people were killed. ."
"How do you say it?" Seret asked, crossing his arms.
"Now that group of thugs has spread like a plague from Novigrad to Kaedwen further north. To be precise, the entire North."
"Brugg, Kerak, near Verden, on the edge of Broklon Forest, Aedirn, Kaedwen, Temeria, and Redalia, frantically attacking all human teams and caravans, Troops, and wanderers passing by."
"But in Kaedwen, they are like wildfire and locust swarms, running around like a commando team, leaving no chickens or dogs behind wherever they go, more cruel than highway robbers, they don't want money, just Humanity bleeds and goes to hell. Slogans like, 'The rule of mankind is over, it's time to restore the old order and drive mankind back to the sea.' This bridgehead is a typical victim."
The demon hunters all looked solemn when they heard this.
The Scoia'tael, who were once like chickens and dogs under their hands, have grown to the point where they are feared by the four kingdoms.
This is not good news.
After the conflict in Nuo City, the Scoia'tael and the Demon Hunters became mortal enemies.
"Sir, according to you, the journey across the bridge to the south to Elland is not smooth?" Vesemir looked at the courtyard, where several corpses covered with white cloth were emitting a putrid stench.
"It shouldn't be a problem for you masters. No matter how many Scoia'tael there are, you won't be able to kill them." The sergeant complimented, looked at the group of children again, and changed the subject. "But you have brought so many 'children' with you, so you must be more careful."
He stepped aside and glanced at the soldiers under his command.
In front of the demon hunter, the old broken bridge that was trampled by horse hooves turned into a smooth road.
Not only were the twelve young demon hunters not afraid, but their eyes were shining.
They have had enough of fighting and training all day long in Kaer Morhen, and they urgently need actual combat to test the results of their training.
Squirrel Party, the perfect training target!
"By the way, there was a convoy crossing the bridge not long ago, heading south. I should go with you. It's getting dark," he said to see them off tactfully,
"That convoy will definitely stop for a break. Everyone, you may wish to follow and look after each other."
From Kaedwen to Elland.
Fortress attacked by Scoia'tael.
A dusty memory emerged from Roy's mind, and he couldn't help but get slightly excited.
"Then what are you waiting for?"
Roy waved to the team behind him, and the carriage team quickly left the broken bridge.
Until the figure completely disappeared from sight, the soldiers in the fortress and the resting passers-by let out a long sigh of relief.
"Brothers, cheer up tonight, be on guard, and work hard!"
Although they admired the witchers' brilliant record of killing the Scoia'tael and their superhuman fighting power, no one wanted to be in the same room with dangerous mutants.
Only a dozen people were killed in Nuocheng, but this time there were more than twenty.
Maybe they became another group of temple guards without realizing it?
Thanks to the propaganda of the bard and the new book written by the Archbishop of Eternal Fire, "Witchers are not evil as people imagine, and can also bathe in the eternal fire."
Today, the people of the North have a basic consensus that the best way to treat demon hunters is to give them a wide berth.
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The light escapes and the night falls.
Cross the bridge and head south to a fertile field not far away.
A group of carriages formed a circle on the gravel road, and the yellow bonfire in the center illuminated the white canvas beside the carriages.
A group of people are talking around a campfire.
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A sudden high-pitched horse neigh shattered the silent night.
Everyone in the bonfire immediately jumped up, brandishing warhammers and axes with both hands, ready to take aim with crossbows, and hid behind the carriage as if they were faced with a formidable enemy.
Their reactions were as violent as strong liquor. Fortunately, they had enough sense to ask questions before taking action.
"Who is it!" A dwarf shouted with a broken gong, his short body stuck behind the carriage like a tree stump.
"Don't be excited, man, we are friends!" A demon hunter leading a horse walked out of the night.
The white hair is flowing, and the albino face is quite eye-catching.
"Why don't you say you are a ghost? Who are you trying to scare with a dead face?!" The dwarf cursed, put down his axe, and threw his beard hanging down to his waist over his shoulders, "But unless I'm blind, Otherwise, the only one who looks so scary is Geralt of Rivia!"
"Good evening~IndoMTL.com~Yalpen Zigrin..." Geralt threw a bottle of wine at the bearded dwarf and smiled, "Last time we said goodbye in the Kestrel Mountains, there were ten people Is it new year?"
Yalpen eagerly opened the cork of the bottle, and the aroma of wine filled the air. He took a big sip, showing his yellowed teeth, and every beard was dancing happily.
"Yes, serious Mahakam liquor! Guys, all the warning, this is a friend!"
There were gasps of relief from the crowd of dwarves.
Dozens of well-armed warriors poured out of the center of the carriage, and the light from the bonfire suddenly became brighter. The bright light revealed several other horses in the darkness behind the witcher, and a dozen pairs of beast-like pupils with twinkling light.
And numerous children...
"Maha... is in trouble, is my eyes... dazzled?!" The big-tongued dwarf involuntarily put down his hammer and looked at a black-haired, gray-eyed demon hunter in the crowd, his eyes widened. Xingzi spat out a mouth full of saliva, "Reagan! Did I see it wrong? It's a bit like...but...but also a little different...he is...him"
"No, you read that right," the crossbowman wrapped the dining boy back on his back, suddenly walked out of the crowd, walked up to the black-haired demon hunter, and shook him hard with his big, iron-like hands,
Another big hug.
But his head had just reached the witcher's chest, like a son suffering from dwarfism hugging his father affectionately.
"Haha, Roy, good friend! I didn't expect to meet you here! What did you eat and why did you suddenly grow so tall?!"
"That bald head is Master Leisuo, right?"
Leso's stiff cheeks forced a smile and waved.
"Reagan Dahlberg, Bernie..." Roy's silver-grey pupils swept across the two familiar hairy faces, and the excitement in his tone could not be suppressed, as if he had returned to the prosperous days of Mahakam.
"We haven't seen each other for four years, how are you?"