The Divine Hunter Chapter 1: Wilderness Temple
The rough sea breeze blows wildly from the curved coast through the snow-capped hills of Powis.
The bright red sunset on the horizon illuminated two long rows of horse hoof prints on the snow.
The clatter of hooves stopped outside the dense pine forest, and the shiny brown horse snorted, and there was excitement in the squeak.
The knight who was as handsome as a girl immediately patted its neck soothingly. Under his short hair, his amber vertical pupils scanned the buildings in the forest in front of him.
This cedar forest is still three hundred miles away from Long Asset. Along the way, people who relied on the forest land to make a living established villages of various sizes in the wilderness, including permanent settlements and temporary settlements. There are farmhouses as small as sparrows, random wooden houses, and surprisingly large shacks.
In front is the center of the gathering place’s faith, a simple rural temple.
Looks like a good place to rest.
He turned to another black horse, a mixed-race elf boy with pointed ears, a green stubble on his chin, and a dogtail grass in his mouth.
"Akatom, it's getting late. Let's call it a day. Don't tire out Wilt, otherwise you won't be able to explain to Roy when you get back!"
The young man glanced at the sky, and the dusk revealed the playful curve of his mouth.
"You still have the nerve to be tired. Who begged Ms. Lydia to open the portal to Kailac so that we could hone our martial arts skills along the way? As a result, in half a month, all we had to do was kill an old water ghost. , I ate a mouth full of mud!"
The young man casually took out a carrot from the saddle bag, stuffed it in front of the black horse's head and watched it slurp and devour it,
"Sir, your great wisdom, please teach me how to brag to those little **** that the Water Ghost Killer has once again achieved great success? Just thinking about it can make people laugh like shit!"
"We should have gone to the city to follow Master Dandelion to eat and drink in the newly opened dance hall, or go to Pharmacy No. 2 to reminisce with Vicky, but after delaying for so many days, all plans were ruined. It won’t be long before you have to go back to Elland to do hard training!”
The word "hardship" made Karl's eyes jump.
Arkham was all excited and grinned, "The new Master Ivar is a pervert. He tortures everyone in different ways! What kind of blade spinning dummy, enhanced version of Killer Road, Kitzi Slope, wow, last time I fell I still haven’t recovered from my fall. Do you think there will be any sequelae?”
"Shut up! This is already your fourteenth complaint in two weeks. It's more annoying than snoring every day!" Carl rolled his eyes, stuffed the Cat Pie pendant under his leather armor and hid it, holding the reins. Walking towards the buildings with cold outlines among the trees,
"If you have time to talk nonsense, why not seize the time to lick your stinky mouth and think about how to convince the priest! Or do you want to continue sleeping on a stone and blowing in the cold wind?!"
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The two led their horses into the temple among the snow-white pine branches.
It is far from grand and spectacular. The scale of the building is not even as large as a corner of the Temple of Eternal Fire in Novigrad. It is just a fence and a few low-rise bungalows with red brick walls and wooden tile roofs forming a half-moon shape. courtyard.
What is puzzling is that the old house next to the wooden shack on the left is sealed with wooden boards to make it airtight.
At this time, the day was coming to an end, and the setting sun through the cracks in the forest illuminated a marble statue in the courtyard. An old man with a bushy beard and a wise eye was wearing a short-sleeved tunic made of a single piece of fabric and hanging down to his knees. Holding the excess part of the clothes, his right hand is extended forward, as if he is imparting knowledge to the believers below.
The witchers are quite lucky. This is a tolerant and friendly religious Lebiuda, who may be willing to accept them for a night.
In front of the sacred niche and altar in front of the statue, there are a group of boys and girls, the youngest is seven or eight years old, and the elder is fifteen or sixteen years old.
Wearing fully patched linen underwear, they stood frozen with dull eyes. There were crystal snowflakes hanging on their gray cotton jackets. Long strips of white air came out from their mouths and noses as they breathed, and their cheeks were frozen. He was flushed, looking dazed, and seemed to be harboring some kind of adolescent troubles.
When the two young demon hunters saw this, they all thought of Gawain's house, but the atmosphere in the temple was much more depressing and dull, like a pool of stagnant water.
At this moment, a young woman wearing a simple white sacrificial robe and a fur hat walked out of the yard quickly, accompanied by two strong men, and glanced over with sharp eyes.
"Hello, you two are not residents of Pine Forest District, right? Why do you come all the way here?"
She was about twenty-three or fourteen years old. Her long reddish-brown hair dangled on her shoulders as her eyes moved. Her skin was white and transparent. A layer of thin and shallow down was faintly visible between her neck, but her cheeks were tight. The narrow black eyes were bloodshot like sandworms, obviously he had not been sleeping well recently.
The witcher keenly noticed a trace of unnaturalness flashing across this pretty face.
"Dear ladies and gentlemen, my name is Karl, and this guy is Akatom, and I passed by the temple by chance. As you can see, it is getting late, and the temperature in the wild at night is so low that it can freeze people to death. We want to follow You stay the night and ask for Lebiuda's blessing."
"I am Daisy, the priest and administrator of this temple, and they are the guardians of the temple, Lumazi and Dino,"
The giant man with a broad and protruding chin and the sinister man with disheveled hair and beards smiled slightly, but their smiles were full of uneasiness and alertness.
They stared closely at the hilt of the sword on the boy's back and the silver pot in the hidden pocket on his waist.
“Lebiuda is kind and willing to provide a warm place to rest for weary travelers, but you are armed with swords...Swords can hurt and kill, and there are many vulnerable children in the temple. ”
"Hoes, pitchforks, and sickles can also kill people. The key lies in the person who uses them. The sword is what we eat, and our profession requires that the sword never leaves the body. But please don't worry, our swords are only against 'monsters'."
Arkham smiled brightly and showed off the badge on his chest.
"We are gryphon witchers... coming from Kairak in the south, ready to join acquaintances in Long Esset. After all, there are more job opportunities in big cities."
Anyone with a little knowledge knows that a demon hunter has to constantly travel around in search of commissions.
After they became famous in Nuo City, this tradition that has been maintained for hundreds of years remains unbreakable.
The difference is that now the commission is just a supplement to the life of the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters rather than a means of making a living.
The legacy of Vilgefortz and Alzu has been enough for the Brotherhood to develop for ten years.
"Such a young witcher is quite rare. Do you have any other evidence?" Although the catalysis of the grass decoction made the boy look several years older than his actual age, more like a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old. , but he still retains his childishness, and is far from the legendary mutant with a big mouth and green face and fangs.
The priestess's eyes showed a thoughtful look.
"What about this sword? It's not an ordinary murder weapon." Carl grinned excitedly, holding the buffalo leather-wrapped hilt of the sword over his shoulder with his left hand.
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Silver light appears.
A flash of lightning suddenly burst out in front of the priestess and the two bodyguards.
The trembling sword tip bloomed like white petals, and an inch below the cross-shaped guard revealed a bright rune, surrounded by six faint blue rays of light, alternating with waves, and a beautiful paragraph was engraved below the rune. of stylized ancient inscriptions.
The entire sword is breathtakingly beautiful, like a work of art.
Karl’s index finger passed over the blade of the sword, which was as thin as a cicada’s wing. It buzzed softly, and the cold blade reflected light, dreamy and deadly. ~IndoMTL.com~ The two big men somehow took a step back in fear.
"Meteorite sword core, silver blade...with a variety of magic attached...Only a demon hunter can wield it. There is no need to be afraid, it only has special effects on monsters and will not threaten humans."
Karl returned the sword to its sheath, grinned, and the three people’s jaw-dropping expressions fully satisfied his vanity!
And Arkham snorted unwillingly, God-given opportunity allowed this shameless **** to pretend again!
"Sir Carl, are there words engraved on the sword?"
The disheveled bodyguard's eyes flinched and he stammered.
"The eyes are good. It was a gift from one of my teachers, the legendary demon hunter Roy, and was then engraved by another great master under the golden sunshine at noon on the summer solstice! I will tell you more about it when I have time!"
"With the vertical pupils, the griffin badge, and the legendary silver sword, the identities of the two of you are unmistakable. Please come in quickly!"
Daisy Ji's eyes lit up with a strange color, and her attitude suddenly changed. She reached out to the two of them without hesitation and pulled them inside,
The dazed children in the yard looked over in unison, with a hint of vitality in their eyes.
Arkham waved hello to them with a smile, but they fled into the house like frightened deer, leaving messy footprints all over the yard.
Arkham frowned, with a strange feeling in his heart, and exchanged glances with Karl.
"It must be Lebiuda's mercy that sent two saviors to put an end to the disaster in the temple!"
The priestess said happily,
"What disaster?" The two teenagers cheered up,
"Seeing those little guys...well...I'm sorry, country children are afraid of strangers and shy easily. In short, the reason why their faces are clouded is because there is evil and filth in the temple, which disturbs everyone. We are A highly skilled demon slayer is needed!"