The Divine Hunter Chapter 2: The Adapter Eskar


Early the next morning, it was still dark.

The witcher packed up and set out again.

There are countless rugged roads in the Blue Mountains.

Many go deep into the mountains, and many go beyond them.

Most of them are deceptive dead ends, and many more are inhabited by dangerous wild animals.

The Oaks brothers led the way. With their rich experience in crossing mountains and ridges, and the guidance of animal skin maps, they crossed the most dangerous and wrong roads, followed the gray mountain walls, and walked through canyons, ravines, and forests.

The journey was uneventful and two more nights passed.

Hunted five wild animals, enjoyed some barbecues, and harvested some furs.

The morning of the third day.

When the sun shines through the thick clouds, the snow-capped mountaintops in the distance shine with golden light.

The witcher entered a wild, rugged, and wide valley. The messy boulders in the valley spread all the way to the steep hillside on the other side. A spacious stream flowed through the center of the valley, which was in the upstream section.

Water foam slapped against the warm stones in the river, and logs drifted down the river and hit the shallow river bed.

On the other side of the river, in a place filled with gravel and overgrown with weeds, a dilapidated cabin covered with moss appeared in front of everyone.

Ochs, whose chin was already covered with light blue stubble, glanced at the X-shaped mark on the map, wiped the sweat from his face, and grinned.

"Guys, we're here!"

……

"Dong dong..."

"Dong dong..."

The thick index finger lightly pressed the door.

The four demon hunters waited quietly outside the house for ten seconds, but no one responded.

"Are we here early?" Roy rubbed his temples and looked unhappy, "December 23rd, just two days after entering the month of reincarnation."

"Do you think the guys from the Wolf Faction will come to take care of you at the end of the month of reincarnation, in February?"

"It's okay to wait a month. There are abundant products in the mountains, enough for us to eat." The bald man suddenly squatted down in front of the door and pressed a piece of wet soil with his fingers, "But you can't check carefully before saying this? Although the door is locked and no breathing or heartbeat can be heard in the house, it is clear that there were humans living nearby not long ago."

The big man pulled away the weeds, revealing a row of extremely faint footprints on the moist sand.

"Judging from the strength of the soles of his feet touching the ground, there is no doubt that he is a witcher. I guess he went out hunting."

……

As if responding to the bald man's inference.

Everyone suddenly raised their heads and pricked up their ears. On the flat land on the hillside behind the house, among the green woods, there was the sound of friction and the sound of someone's light and fast footsteps.

A ghostly shadow jumped between the tree trunks. His figure among the trees was elegant and quick. He didn't even need to stretch his arms to maintain balance. He was more flexible than an ape.

The figure flew past without stopping, looming among the trees, but did not touch even a branch.

He suddenly jumped off a high branch and rolled to the ground to lose his momentum.

Running wildly along the hillside to the front.

Everyone finally saw his appearance clearly.

A tall man, about 1.9 meters tall, wearing an open short coat with red background and black vertical stripes on his upper body. His broad shoulders and broad back made the clothes bulge high, and the leather waistcoat was inlaid with shiny metal short nails.

Two sword hilts protrude from the back.

The lower body is the gray tights and leather short boots that are more common among witchers.

Under the short brown hair that is parted in the middle, his face is not very good-looking, with rough features, a big nose that curves to the right, amber vertical pupils, and a little flesh on his cheeks, which makes him look a little swollen.

The beard on the side of the face was not shaved cleanly enough, leaving a circle of light blue stubble.

But the most eye-catching thing is a row of long, twisted scars that look like centipedes, running down from the right eyelid to the corner of the mouth and chin.

Paired with his so calm expression, it is easy for people to think of a pervert or a killer.

Eskar

Age: 82

Gender: Male

Identity: Witcher of the Wolf School

Life:?

Magic power: 150

Attributes:

Strength: 22

Agility:?

Physique:?

Perception: 16

Will: 12

Charm: 4

Spirit: 15

Skills:

Witcher Seal lv10, Alchemy lv8, Meditation lv8, Wolf School Long Sword Sword Skill lv10

Witcher Senses lv8

Others?

……

Roy observed the wolf sect demon hunter. He originally thought that the person coming to rescue him would be Lambert or Geralt, who had a more out-of-the-box personality. He never expected Eskar.

In his inherent impression, Eskar is the most mysterious of the four wolf factions.

There is very little information about his deeds in games and books.

The most impressive thing is his character.

Like a hard-working old cow, a calm and down-to-earth good man.

But he also has some brilliant achievements.

For example, in another world, Triss Merigold mentioned, "If there is a man who is stronger than Geralt, it would be Eskar."

As if as a confirmation, at the end of everything, Triss married the fiercest man in her heart, Eskar.

Of course, everything in this world is uncertain now. After all, Triss doesn’t even know Geralt.

"Four friends must be from the Snake Faction?"

The man walked to the wooden house and stood five meters away from several people. His amber pupils glanced at the pendants between the four people's necks one by one, and he actually recognized everyone's identity well.

"Letho, Oaks, Seret, Roy? Good morning! I am Kaer Morhen, Eskar of the Wolf School."

He raised a **** roe deer in his hand.

"You all have traveled thousands of miles to come here, so you must be tired and hungry. How about sitting in the house, filling your stomach first, and let's eat and chat."

His voice is low and steady, which makes people feel at ease and at ease.

……

The empty wooden house is simple and dilapidated.

Strongs of stubborn weeds emerged from the gaps in the wall made of logs, and pale spider webs hung on the four corners of the house.

Inside the wooden house, apart from a bed made of hay, there was only an iron pot in the center, a grill, and a few yellowed and rancid wooden bowls.

A series of "Zizzi" swallowing and sipping sounds were heard.

Five demon hunters sat on the animal skin carpet beside the iron pot, enjoying a steaming pot of stew with turnips, carrots, and potatoes.

Askar added a piece of charcoal to the campfire.

The face under the firelight was unexpectedly gentle, and the scars became less scary. "More than three months ago, Geralt returned to the castle early and suddenly announced to everyone that he had met four people in Sintra. Friends, I would like to invite you to my home."

"To be honest, I can't remember that for decades, that guy has never brought anyone home, let alone a man or an apprentice, not even a woman."

"Oh? Doesn't that guy Geralt have a lot of friends? Why has he never invited guests?" Roy asked.

"Yes, he hunted dragons with dwarves, helped Foltest save his daughter, and slept with many sorceresses..." Eskar shook his head and commented sharply, "But he is very awkward. If you stay away from most people, you seem to be worried that if you get too close, you will be afraid of being separated."

That’s right! Roy nodded like a fool. The various legendary experiences of Mr. White Wolf fully demonstrated that he was a hypocritical and complicated person.

"I was unexpected to invite four guests at once this time." Eskar looked at the leftovers in the bowl and shook his head. "At first, I thought there was another blind person who wanted to attack. Kaer Morhen, instilled ** soup in him."

Why "again"?

Roy's heart moved, and Eskar skipped some content. Kaer Morhen suffered a massive invasion many years ago.

The school has plummeted since then.

"Haha! How did you make the final decision?" Oaks asked with a smile.

"Vesemir examined him from head to toe, inside and out, to make sure there was no magic or curse on him."

"Then the old rules, vote..." Eskar shrugged, "Kaer Morhen has not been lively for many years, and it is dilapidated. The valuable treasures have been taken away long ago, and there is no profit. . It’s okay to have a few friends over occasionally.”

"I abstained from voting."

"Lambert seemed to be stimulated by something and voted against it."

"Geralt and Vesemir agreed. So...I was finally sent here to meet the guests." Eskar took a few bites of the plump stew, "I thought you wouldn't come until at least January, but I didn't expect So early? It’s just after the winter solstice, and I haven’t had time to hunt anything big and prepare a hearty meal of cured meat.”

Roy was a little disappointed when he heard this. It seemed that Geralt did not pass on the concept of brotherhood to his companions.

"The affairs in Nuocheng have been taken care of, and there is nothing to do anyway, so we decided to leave early..."

Roy paused, "I thought Master Vesemir would not agree."

The three Snake Sect men shook their heads inadvertently. In their minds, the oldest master should be the most conservative one.

"Geralt convinced him...described everyone's characteristics in detail, arousing the old guy's curiosity." The man's amber pupils swept across the faces of several people one by one,

"What did he say?" Oaks asked curiously.

"Leso, the calm bald man, Serrit, the calm wise man, Brother Oaks, you are very lively... uh... you should be more able to talk to Lambert..."

Ochs opened his mouth wide and made up his mind, he must see who Lambert is.

"And you, Roy, the youngest demon hunter of the Snake Sect, you are very courageous and imaginative, full of vitality and courage, and perfectly interpret the old saying, 'Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.'"

A trace of melancholy flashed across Eskar's face unconsciously, as if he was thinking of someone.

"You also often... uh... speak wildly. Don't mind, I'm just repeating Geralt's original words. You like to promote exaggerated and shocking remarks. It just sounds like the ravings of a madman and a lunatic. ”

Roy immediately put down the bowl in his hand, his face darkened, and the meat in his mouth was no longer so fragrant.

Lesuo tightened his face, turned his head to one side, and his expression became even stiffer.

The corners of Seret's mouth twitched.

Ochs laughed exaggeratedly.

"The description couldn't be more apt! If this guy wasn't from the same school of thought, if I didn't know him well, I would definitely think he was crazy!"

Eskar suddenly changed the topic, "Geralt said it again later. After thinking about it carefully, your words seem to make a little sense. So can you tell me what strange remarks you said to him? ?"

Roy's lips moved,

The bald man answered first, "Our visit this time is the imp's suggestion!"

"Young man, his mind is wild, and he thinks of everything... He mentioned it to Geralt during the accidental meeting in Sintra. He was very interested in Kaer Morhen and wanted to meet him. Make friends with the Wolf Faction guys."

"There is no doubt that this kind of behavior is indeed very abrupt. After all, it was a junior meeting. What should I say, it was too shallow and deep."

"I see." The wolf sect's demon hunter nodded, making such an outrageous request for the first time when they met, and visiting the other party's hometown as a guest. No matter how you look at it, he has bad intentions.

But Geralt’s intuition has always been accurate, since he uncharacteristically agreed to this request.

Just trust a few people.

"You guys come to Kaer Morhen not just to make a few friends, right?" Eskar asked further.

"If it's true, man, you should understand that things are different these days. The demon hunters are weak and anyone can step on them," Oakes said, patting his chest, but he stopped and said more seriously. Comments on weight are left for later.

"So it's always good to make more friends. If you encounter any trouble in the future, you can help each other..."

Askar lowered his head.

This was the first time he heard such direct and unabashed remarks.

Most witchers keep to themselves and will never take the trouble to actively make friends with members of other schools.

In comparison, the ones in front of me seem too utilitarian, but they are refreshing enough!

"Well, on behalf of the Wolf School, I welcome you all to visit!"

The five people raised the wooden bowl.

"GuluGulu" drank a bowl of broth.

"Have you had enough food, drink, and rest? Why don't you come with me? You can get home before tonight!"

……

Under the leadership of Eskar, the five demon hunters walked quickly along the wide depression in the valley, through the forest spreading between the jagged boulders, and the stream at the bottom of the valley.

The keen skills allow them to travel across mountains and rivers as if they were walking on flat ground.

At a certain moment, they reached the heights of the valley, and a long tree trunk supported by several boulders appeared in front of them: the bark was dark, green with moss and ferns, and the branches were bare.

If the body is unbalanced, it is easy to fall and cause serious injuries.

But this is the only way to the depths of the valley.

"This is called Killer's Road." Eskar noticed the curious gaze of the young witcher and explained calmly, "There are many obstacles surrounding Kaer Morhen to prevent outside intruders, and every year Everything will change."

"Snake sect's school should also have similar terrain, right? It would be good for training new apprentices."

"Well, I think the exercise effect of wooden piles is pretty good."

The witcher safely and flexibly crossed killer roads, single trees among boulders, or steep mountain roads on the edge of cliffs...from morning to afternoon, and then to evening.

Cross another valley and climb a semicircular hillside.

Finally, the rough outline of the legendary ancient sea fortress was revealed - the ruins leaning against the steep stone wall, the half-dismantled trapezoidal city wall, the remaining parts of the barbican and city gate, and the rough and strong main building of the castle. .

Accommodating hundreds of people is not a problem.

"Wow~IndoMTL.com~Look at this beauty..." Oaks blew a loud whistle, "No less than Gus Wade!"

The remaining snake sect demon hunters all looked solemn.

It's bigger and shabbier than everyone imagined.

It is also more shocking.

After a minute of attention.

For another quarter of an hour, they stepped on the only remaining bridge on the fortress moat, followed the stone road in the courtyard, and walked to an iron grille door. Behind the worn iron door was a dark corridor.

In the corridor, a tall and tall figure with pale hair can be vaguely seen.

"Friends of the Serpent Faction, welcome to Kaer Morhen!"

A deep magnetic voice came out.

Everyone was shocked!

"Geralt, hello!"


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