The Divine Hunter Chapter 11: Maria Balin

"Whoosh——"

A crossbow arrow hit a poacher in the head.

He charged at the front, closest to the witcher.

However, this palpable distance turned into an insurmountable gap.

Anger, and fear were all solidified on the big face covered with flesh.

He fell heavily backward.

"Whoosh——"

The second poacher was shot in the neck with an arrow. He howled like a beast, bent down and knelt down to the big iron pot on the campfire, and knocked over the leftovers of the pot.

The others surrounded him, swinging swords, axes, and maces with a whirring sound.

The demon hunter holding the long sword advanced instead of retreating.

"唰——"

He faced a sharp sword thrust into his chest and turned with great agility, avoiding the blade with ease.

Guweixir turned with him, drawing a just right semicircle in front of the man, breaking through the fragile flesh.

The man seemed to be automatically sent to the sword blade, and he covered his neck with a rectangular spray of blood and collapsed. The blood dyed the grass red.

The second man swung a mace and hit him in the side of the face.

The demon hunter shrank his body sharply, and struck out with a thunderous sword from the bottom up. The blade of the sword was so cunning that it passed over the windy hammer, piercing the gap in the man's armor and piercing his armpit.

"Tick tock..."

Blood dripped down the blade and gathered at the demon hunter's feet, staining his boots red.

Piling up more and more.

Soon, the blood on the ground seemed to be instantly ignited by some substance.

Rich **** flames rose up, covering the Witcher's boots, tights, and gray-black flying lion armor, twisting and condensing like life.

The poachers who came under siege were shocked, and their eyes widened as if under a restraining spell——

The scarlet tentacles grow one by one, and the wrists and abdomen are covered with suckers. The blazing blood-colored flames around it are mixed with a trace of black aura.

It nestles behind the demon hunter, swinging in the wind like a loyal guard. The surrounding space has invisible ripples like water waves, and the suckers on its wrists are like swaying wind chimes.

Ding bell, ding dong.

A trill that spreads pain and fear.

The weird noises were trying to get into my head.

The unbearable memories of the past are rolling around crazily.

There was an uncontrollable panic in everyone's hearts.

The arm holding the weapon trembled.

I can't help but step back and move slowly.

And Roy jumped into the undecided crowd.

The soaring tentacles clung to him front and back, moving among the people at an extremely fast speed.

The long sword cuts through the air.

The blood-red tentacles made a charging attack, and upon his orders, they immediately rolled towards the target pointed by the sword's edge.

Tangled to death!

The huge gap in will makes those who are attacked unable to resist and unable to move.

The brain trembles in fear!

The tentacles scroll wildly.

And Guwyshir was bathed in blood-colored flames, sparkling and singing loudly.

This is a blood song composed with a sword as light as a feather. The torso and limbs cannot block its edge at all.

Hot blood sprayed onto the flowing Quen seal.

The witcher has no time to wipe.

Pant and swing the sword.

Ten seconds.

Bodies lay at your feet.

"Call—"

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, waved his hand casually, and the red talisman in his palm shot out Igni Fury Flame, dragging the dazzling flames and hitting a man who was running away.

The thin leather armor and brown hair were stained with flames, and the man wailed and rolled on the ground, exuding the scent of meat.

"Bang!" The demon hunter in the middle of a pile of corpses and a pool of blood waved his sword and deflected an arrow.

Dark Gold's pupils locked onto the last enemy.

A guy pulling strings and setting arrows.

A tall, well-built woman.

The witcher ran towards her in a few steps.

No matter what.

The gray feather arrow was directly deflected by Quen on his body.

She knew there was no way to escape, so she dropped her bow and arrow, gritted her teeth, pulled out the short blade on her belt and rushed towards the man.

The two figures hurriedly crossed each other.

The dagger was knocked away.

Gu Weisier, who was razor-sharp and had the warmth of blood, put it on the woman's neck and cut the skin.

An instinct forced the witcher to stop.

"Don't, don't kill me!"

"I'm not a poacher!" The woman raised her hands and shouted with her cheek muscles twitching, her face showing fear for the first time since the war, "I'm not the same as them! I swear!"

"You just took action."

Dark gold pupils swept across her body indifferently, and the demon hunter asked seriously.

Maria Balin

Gender: Female

Age: 18

Identity: Hunter

……

"I...I took action last because I, I had no choice but to do it. I was so scared..." she stammered, looking towards this man who looked younger, younger and more handsome than herself, "I gave birth to a baby. Hallucination, I saw a scary thing...hiding behind you! Tentacles, like the tentacles of an octopus!"

"It's still there now! It's still moving!"

Roy flicked his wrist, and Guvihir returned to the scabbard.

Almost at the same time, the fearful vision disappeared.

The woman breathed a long sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground in a cold sweat.

Roy began to look at her seriously, a very beautiful and handsome young woman, or girl.

The light gray shirt and shorts reveal her toned curves. Due to regular exercise, her legs are slender and strong, without any fat.

Skin appears healthy and bronzed.

Thick long hair tied into a ponytail behind her head, a pointed chin, a high nose bridge, and big brown eyes exude a wild beauty.

The girl noticed that the witcher's gaze was not filled with uncontrollable desire like most men.

But she still couldn't help but shrink her shoulders.

At the same time, I pray from the bottom of my heart that this victor will be generous and spare a poor prisoner.

"I won't kill you for now. I want to ask you something. Have you ever seen a pair of humanoid stone sculptures, about the same length as arms..."

The woman pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment - she had never heard of the supernatural means displayed by the man - a sword dance, a scorching fireball, and a terrifying tentacle that seemed to be designed for killing.

She was powerless to resist.

She decided to answer honestly.

"Statue? Do you mean a man and a woman, the man is handsome and the woman is beautiful?"

"Exquisite craftsmanship, no less than real people."

"Then...I've seen it before," the woman's light green eyes glanced at Bai Baihe's tent. "Boss Suyad keeps it by his side like a treasure. He takes it out to watch and show off every day."

"I'll take you to find it!"

Two minutes later, the witcher got what he wanted and found what Coral longed for from the cockscomb boss's tent.

A lifelike emerald beauty, reflecting bright green light, and a male stone sculpture carved from basalt, cold and rough.

Roy felt the light and vibrating pendants around his neck and put them away thoughtfully.

He turned to the nervous woman.

"Now tell me, what is your name? Since you are not in the same group as the scalp hunters, why are you hanging out with them?"

"Maria Balin...a hunter." She said, "I just came into contact with this team a week ago, and I am not even familiar with them. I was forced to stay in the team and had to cooperate for several times. Last time, we hunted some small animals together." She paused and asked cautiously,

"What do you mean by scalp hunter?"

"Do you really not understand, or are you just pretending to be confused? The kings of several surrounding countries have placed bounties on the tree spirits of Brokleon. Have you never heard of it?" The witcher stared at her with burning eyes. Eyes, she looked at each other stubbornly and timidly.

“These guys live on bounties, harass Brok Leon, and scalp tree spirits!”

"I have nothing to do with them!" The girl clasped her hands together. She thought the witcher was coming to avenge the tree spirit and shouted loudly, "I swear, I have never hurt the tree spirit! Please let me go." Horse!"

She shrank back, the witcher's gaze like a knife.

It made her feel as if she were naked and extremely uncomfortable.

"Maria, where are you from? Your dress and accent are not like the people around here."

"I... come from Obersowden."

"Where did you learn archery?" Roy raised his eyebrows. "I have to say that the arrows you just made were fast and accurate. If it were an ordinary warrior, I'm afraid he would be beaten by you if he couldn't get in front of you. The gray feather arrow penetrated."

"My father taught me...he was a forest ranger." She lowered her head, her shoulders shaking slightly, sad and a little scared, "But he passed away, I have to find a way to earn money to support myself, but I don't He has no other ability to read and can only be a hunter...I heard that Brok Leon has endless prey."

"So here I am."

"The prey is not just wild animals." Roy added in his mind,

With your appearance, wouldn’t it be easier to support yourself by marrying than by hunting?

He rubbed his chin and circled around the silent girl——

Coming from Obersowden, her father is a ranger, her name is Maria Balin, and her age and appearance match.

The witcher traced a Yaksi sigil with his five fingers and confirmed it again through hypnosis.

Wait for the girl to come to her senses.

His eyes quietly softened.

He can now basically confirm the identity of the other party - the archer Maria Balin, an important member of Geralt's girl-hunting team during the Second Northern War.

A woman who values ​​love and justice, but also a poor woman.

While she was pregnant, she still insisted on assisting Geralt in searching for the wandering Ciri. As a result, she had a miscarriage due to overwork and lost the child in her belly.

Subsequently, he gave up trying to retain an aristocratic man who he liked.

At the end of the journey, during the raid on Stiga Castle, Maria ushered in her final fate.

Those who are good at bowing will die from arrows.

Become one of the three victims.

Roy felt a little sad. According to his opinion, the other party was undoubtedly a legend.

The future experience will be both uplifting and upsetting.

It’s just that I am young and ignorant now and have not yet grown up.

The dryads of Brokleon have never captured her, and she has not yet reached a contract with the dryad queen Aisna as a human to begin her miserable career as a traitor.

The witcher once again looked at this face of nervousness, awe, and a hint of curiosity.

Since she will help Geralt and Ciri.

"You are not a scalp hunter, but you cannot deny that you are their companion. Don't you want to avenge them?"

"I can't wait to poison their pot! Then sneak away!" Maria's eyes flashed with hatred, and she said sternly, "These are a bunch of rotten people with pus on their soles. They think they are called Mary." They are all stupid girls from the countryside, they can pinch their butts at will, they are so frivolous!"

"If their boss hadn't enjoyed the process of taming the 'fierce horse'..." She lowered her head, with lingering fear, "I'm afraid I would have turned into a corpse."

The witcher glanced at her, confirming that the fear in her eyes was not false, "Since you didn't hunt for the scalp of the tree spirit, and you didn't kill innocent humans... you can go."

Maria did not move.

At this life-threatening moment, based on her wandering experience, she should have left decisively without asking even a single word.

But her feet seemed to be filled with plaster and she could not move an inch.

The man in front of her was younger than her, but he suddenly appeared in an irresistible manner and killed all the scalp hunters cleanly.

At the last moment, he bypassed her life lightly.

Such a contradictory behavior seemed to light a fire in her chest.

The flame called curiosity sprouts and grows uncontrollably. ~IndoMTL.com~ You, who are you and what is your name? Can you tell me? ”

"Roy, I'm a hunter like you...but I usually only hunt scum and evil monsters, so don't ask about the rest."

"Finally, I'll give you a piece of advice. Broccolion is full of dangers and it's not that easy to mess with - it's best not to go in again."

Roy whistled.

Golfin Parrot fell from the sky and landed in the hood behind his head.

The demon hunter strode away and left all the scalp hunters' inheritance to the girl.

Maria Balin stood in the camp filled with corpses, staring at the man's retreating back, holding her beloved longbow in a daze.

I had a strong feeling that I would see you again in the future.

There will be a chance to meet this mysterious man again.