The Divine Hunter Chapter 22: Hiri’s journey

Night.

The stars outline a bright silver band in the sky.

In the wild outside the forest, under a huge ledge shaped like a turtle.

A Nilfgaardian army horse wearing a black riding coat chewed grass stems leisurely.

The wind blew through the fire, and the raised sparks and smoke filled the field of vision. Sitting by the campfire, the little girl shivering in a silver hooded cloak sneezed.

The emerald green eyes were filled with sparkle.

"Your Highness, let's have something to eat..." A hoarse man's voice spoke, and a tall shadow enveloped her body.

A hand stretched out in front of her, and in the palm of her hand lay a roasted golden rabbit leg that was oily and smelled of meat.

Although no spices are added, for a child whose body is in the rapid development stage and whose stomach is ravenous, this represents the supreme delicacy.

The deep longing in her eyes flashed away, she licked her wet lips, snorted softly, turned away stubbornly, and further tightened her body.

The man squatted down in front of her, revealing a mature and handsome face with black hair and blue eyes. There was a hint of caution on this face. When he looked at the princess, his blue eyes flickered. Brilliant.

It's like looking at a pair of exquisite porcelain, full of desire to care for it.

"You can't go without eating or drinking, otherwise you will starve to death before you reach your destination. You probably have never known what it feels like to starve to death? It's very painful when you're about to die," the man observed the girl. With his delicate profile, he described vividly, "Stomach acid burns in your stomach like a flame... along the esophagus and emerges from your throat."

The girl's eyelids twitched.

"Then it will gradually corrode your tongue, teeth, and lips...ruin your beautiful little face, and you will also have some terrible burn marks on your body."

The girl's shoulders trembled. Under her silver-grey hair, her delicate little face turned from white to green, but she pursed her lips and remained silent.

"Why bother, Your Highness? Why bother with your own body." The knight sighed, wrapped the rabbit leg in oil paper, took out a bag of water from the saddle bag, and placed it on the moss beside her.

"You are still young, and you should not have to bear these tortures and sufferings. You can choose a more comfortable way to live. And I can promise you, on the honor of a knight! As long as you are obedient and eat Drink water and don’t run away in vain. After returning to Nilfgaard, you can still enjoy fine food and clothing. Your honorable status will not be reduced at all. People will respect you and love you, and you will have a supreme one. The big shots will support you, and no one will dare to bully you again!"

Nilfgaard?

As soon as he heard this nightmarish word, Shirley immediately clenched her fists, clenched her fine teeth, and her cheeks bulged as high as a squirrel's,

"Bad guy! The Nilfgaardians invaded my home!" Ciri suddenly jumped up from the stone, her petite body faced the Nilfgaard knight as tall as a hill, wearing a muddy and wet black cloak, and rushed He waved his fist, "Burn down my house, kill my friends and relatives... Do you still want to take me back and use me as a puppet?"

The emerald green eyes burned with angry flames, but the posture of his little arms and legs looked unintimidating.

"I don't want to!"

"I will never let you get what you want!"

"Even if I starve to death, I will not go back to Nilfgaard with you!"

The milky roar did not make the knight's face change at all. Instead, it tightened, making him appear more serious and indifferent.

The dark pupils, the steel-hard mandible and the bridge of the nose reflected frightening light in the night and flames.

"Ugh...scaring me again!" Seeing that threats were as ineffective as before, Ciri couldn't help but take a small step back, squatted down and covered her face, sobbing loudly, "Grandma, grandpa...Geralt ...Roy...come and save me..."

The cries drifted into the bushes around the campfire with the night wind, deep in the night and far away.

Cassir rubbed his temples in distress and relief. The dignified general and count of Nilfgaard's intelligence department never thought that there would be such a day when he would be left helpless by a child.

If His Majesty hadn't distrusted those spellcasters, he would have been able to bring Ciri back by opening a portal.

But if that were the case, I would not have the chance to get close to the little princess of Sintra.

Although she is still young, she exudes a certain thrilling charm that makes people's hearts sway and attract his attention involuntarily.

He never regrets this adventure.

"Quiet, Your Highness!" Cassirer lowered his voice and tried to comfort him as gently as possible, "Don't force me, I don't want to use coercive means to shut you up."

"Ugh, you're being mean to me again! You are all liars and bastards!"

"Grandpa, grandma, where are you? Come and save me!"

The little princess rebelliously cried louder.

Kasir's face was livid and he began to put on his leather gloves.

"簌猌..."

Suddenly, there was a rapid tremor in the dense boxwood bush behind Cassirer.

He paused, tensed his body, turned around, held the scabbard with one hand, and held the hilt with the other, his blue eyes staring straight at the movement in the bushes.

The princess who was crying loudly also noticed that something was wrong, and the crying in her throat suddenly stopped. She rubbed her eyes that were as red and swollen as peaches, stopped breathing, and kept tapping the bush behind her in a sneaky way. Cong.

The eyes are smart and cunning.

Cassir bowed slightly and cautiously approached that way.

His face froze.

The sound of metal friction was heard.

Under the shining light of the jumping fire, a tall knight in full body armor walked out of the bushes openly.

He wears a dark golden helmet with a pair of raptor-like wings on the top. The opening on his face is in a "Y" shape, revealing sharp eyes and a half-open mouth.

The helmet style is similar to that of Nilfgaardian knights in black armor.

The most eye-catching thing is that he is holding a huge slashing sword, and with the sound of his long metal shoes stepping into the grass, he drags out a conspicuous muddy mark.

"Knights of Nilfgaard, immediately release the innocent children behind you! I swear on the honor of the knight, I will let you live!"

His voice was sonorous and powerful, and his justice was awe-inspiring.

"Who are you, and where are you from?"

"The knight errant came from Toussaint to travel in the north. His name is not worth mentioning. Look at your attire. You are a knight of the Nilfgaard Empire. Why did you abandon the virtues of a knight and kidnap a child?"

The armored knight asked sharply.

Cassir frowned. How could an inexplicable Toussaint knight suddenly appear in the wilderness... But the opponent's battlefield-hardened momentum and control of power in his movements gave him great strength. A lot of pressure.

"I am acting under the orders of the Royal Steward of Nilfgaard. Since you are from Toussaint, please stay out of my way!"

Toussaint is a vassal state of Nilfgaard, so it stands to reason that the other party should not embarrass you.

"Otherwise, the military plane will be delayed, and lives will be lost!"

"Toussaint will never help a tyrant! Since you don't want to be captured without mercy? Let's duel!" The knight in dark gold armor turned the huge sword in his hand, "Be prepared! I want to attack head-on!"

After saying that, the dark gold knight ignored Cassirer and cursed loudly.

Swinging the giant sword, he struck at the top of his head.

"Shua—"

With the sound of breaking through the air, the huge slashing sword pressed down on the opponent like a mountain. Its momentum was thunderous, as if it was going to split the opponent in half with one sword strike.

Cassir’s pupils were rounded, almost suffocating,

The black cloak suddenly flashed in the strong wind.

Cassir rolled to the ground and dodged the first sword that came down on him. Where he was originally, mud and weeds were flying, and a straight ravine was cut by the giant sword.

The eyes under the dark gold helmet locked onto him again.

Cold sweat instantly soaked Cassirer’s hair and back.

"Where did this madman come from? The sun is up! Am I going to die here today?"

"迿——"

The neighing of the horse tore through the deep night.

The two people in the competition paused for a moment, and were surprised to find that the little guy in the silver cloak had somehow climbed onto the horse's neck, crawled on the half-saddle, and reined in the horse.

The pale and delicate little face and the emerald green eyes looked over from the horse's neck, full of pride and excitement.

Ciri has seen this kind of flying wing helmet countless times.

That's exclusive to Nilfgaard.

So both of them have problems!

Dog eat dog!

"Goodbye, idiot!"

"迿——"

There is a mysterious and powerful magic flowing into the saddle in accordance with Ciri's will.

The horse became obedient and obeyed her will, even ignoring the loud whistle of its owner Cassirer,

"Da da!"

The black horse, carrying the petite princess on its back, jumped into the bushes like an arrow and flew away!

The two knights were left looking at each other in the cold night wind.

"Damn it, you idiot who got kicked in the head by a donkey! I will report it to you and let Archduke Raymond chop off your head!"

"Raymond has fired me! I am now a freedom knight! I swear on the honor of a knight, if you do not explain the cause and consequences and admit your mistakes, you will pay the price!"

……

Da da da——

The sound of rushing horse hooves echoed in the grass.

Nilfgaard's horses galloped in the night.

Xili tried her best to lower her body and cling to the horse's neck. She hugged the mane on the horse's neck with both hands and clamped her trembling legs. Her petite body rose and fell with the car running wildly under her, and the cold wind blew her delicate little body. His face became tight and paler.

The violent bumps seemed to be about to throw her off the horse at any time.

Ciri, you can do it!

Further away, we must escape further!

She gritted her teeth, and the white air puffed out from her nose blurred her vision.

The muscles in my arms and thighs quickly became sore.

The horses keep running towards an unknown destination.

Until she was completely exhausted and lost consciousness in the mist.

……

"Well..."

"Are you awake, kid?"

"Who are you? Where am I?" Xili woke up from a moving trolley, and a face with sparse blond hair and wrinkled orange peel reflected in her eyes.

An old woman.

The girl pressed her hands on the wooden board under her body and tried to get up. A strong pain immediately made her grin - her two slender white arms were visibly swollen.

The thigh muscles hurt like cramps, and the feet seemed to be filled with lead. Even if they moved, it was excruciatingly painful!

"Don't move, child. You fell off the horse, and there are bruises all over your body... The fact that you survived without any injuries or broken bones is because of the kindness of the goddess Freya." The old woman He smiled kindly at her, opened his teeth and lost most of his mouth, "As for me, just call me Suha, we are in the team fleeing to Soden..."

The old woman's cloudy eyes glanced forward.

They are in a refugee queue that stretches for hundreds of meters. This queue is composed of people from Sintra who have lost their homes and left their homes.

Most of them were women and children. The women were holding or holding their own children, their bodies covered with large and small baggage, their faces dull and tired.

And less than one fifth of the men are men. As we all know, most of the men of Cintra died in the battlefield.

"Where is Cintra? How is Cintra?" Ciri asked anxiously. After being taken away by the Nilfgaard knights for many days, she did not hear any news about Cintra, and neither did her grandfather and grandmother. none.

"Alas..." the old woman sighed, her expression gloomy, her long, sparse pale golden hair swaying slightly, "The great Cintra is no longer there, the Nilfgaardians broke through the city gates and burned our city. , countless compatriots were brutally murdered."

"Calanthewai...Queen...Where is King East?"

"Dead, all the nobles of Cintra committed suicide by poisoning, and no one knelt down to the Nilfgaardian bastard! And the two majesties died heroically in battle to maintain their integrity!"

Grandma and grandpa are dead?

The little girl's cheeks suddenly turned pale, her eyes widened, and she let out a gasp of fear from her trembling mouth.

She clearly remembered that her grandmother was still staying in the castle well before she was kidnapped.

How is that possible?

No! Will not!

Tears blurred my eyes and burst out uncontrollably.

"Child, you are also from Sintra...have you been separated from your family?" The old woman lovingly touched her messy silver hair covered with mud and said lovingly, "Grandma Suha also has a granddaughter. , What a pity... Don't cry, don't cry! Grandma is here, grandma promises, I will take you to Soden. I will help you find your family."

No, it will never be found.

The tearful little princess looked around,

Devastated everywhere.

They are all unfamiliar faces, hopelessly depressing.

An indescribable feeling of loneliness and panic came over me.

What should I do?

Where should I go?

"Child, what is your name?"

"Wuwu...hey...Farja, my name is Falja!"

……

In the forest clearing, the female doctor in the Druid Circle was in the simple medical tent.

Xili stood in front of an old woman lying on a straw mat.

He was wearing simple linen clothes and trousers that he had never worn before. The trousers had several big holes in them, and the patches on the clothes were very conspicuous. The cloth shoes under his feet were so rotten that his big toes were exposed.

Dressed like a little country boy.

The dirty little face lost a bit of the innocence and happiness it once had, and had a few more bruises and bruises, and his eyes flashed with worries.

"Falja, did you fight with the boys again? Don't be afraid of them. If anyone dares to bully you, bite him hard with your teeth, scratch him with your nails, and beat him with the stick next to you!"

"But I'm sorry, grandma can't accompany you anymore...ahem...I should have followed your advice and found a way to take you to Novigrad. You shouldn't have come to Soden. Not only did this fail to help you find your family, , and let you get into another mess." The old woman spoke with great difficulty, her chest heaving and breathing like a broken bellows, and her blond hair also lost its luster and turned gray.

The skinny body is filled with the smell of decay and death.

She held the girl’s little hand and spoke in a weak voice,

"Originally, grandma wanted to find you a stable home, but who knew... ahem... Soden fell immediately after Cintra, and the Soden people also lost their home like us. Evil Nilfgaardian beasts!"

"Falja, cough...from now on, you, you have to learn...to protect yourself."

"Don't go, Suha, please, don't leave me alone!"

The girl held her hand, her emerald green eyes were like a flooded lake.

"Grandma, I'm sorry for you... I can only entrust you to... Dr. Zaina."

Muttering slightly, the old lady reluctantly opened her eyes, opened her mouth, and lost her breath with a frozen expression.

"Woo woo..."

Ciri put her dry, rough, age-spotted palms against her cheeks and sobbed softly.

Why...

My loved ones, are you going to leave me one by one?

What did I do wrong?

Beside the straw mat, Zaina, another female doctor wearing blue cloth clothes and filled with a mysterious aura, gently closed her eyes for her, and turned her eyes as quiet as the forest to the girl.

"Falga, you are a good child... You are still very young and deserve a chance to start a new life."

"Madam, take me and grandma to Novigrad... Please... Geralt and Roy must have a way to save her!" The girl looked at her pitifully.

"Sorry, God can't help it. Besides, many people died in Soden, and countless injured need treatment. I can't leave that far." Zaina, who was wearing a light robe, shook her head and turned her eyes to the east of the woods. Side, "I can only take you..."

Pfft, pfft...

Outside the tent, a strange noise came, interrupting the female doctor's words.

The two of them leaned out of the tent and took a look over there.

A man dressed as a mercenary, covered in a black cloak, was constantly poking his head into the refugee tents.

Obviously searching for something.

The dim white light in the sky revealed a face with moist black eyes, a pointed nose, and ugly thin lips under the hood.

Xili suddenly held her breath and shrank her body into the corner of the tent, not knowing where to put her hands.

She remembers this man!

Compared to before.

The man's rough left face had a hideous scar...from his forehead to his chin.

But Xili still clearly remembers this face. It was not Cassirer, the black knight of Nilfgaard who was pursuing him.

But he’s also a bad guy!

He is in the Cintra Castle, casting a spell to prevent Geralt from taking him away.

There is no doubt that this mage has ulterior motives for himself.

"Falga, do you know him?"

The little girl nodded, holding her hands in front of her lower abdomen, her bruised and swollen face full of nervousness and fear.

"He is your enemy? Don't worry, child..." Zaina's warm and gentle palms pressed on her shoulders and motioned her to sit down in front of the straw mat. The druid's tone was full of confidence, and his eyes were full of confidence. It is reassuring, "As long as I am here, he can't touch you even if he is a mage!"

"No, now, he is a blind man!"

The druid casually shed a burst of emerald light that enveloped Ciri's body, soothing her restless heart.

She held her breath, not daring to take a breath.

When the scar-faced man passed by the tent, he glanced inside and looked at the body that had just died on the straw mat, but he passed directly by Shirley.

It seems that no one has seen her.

As the sound of "ta-ta-ta" footsteps faded away~IndoMTL.com~ he walked towards another camp.

"Falja, your identity is as complicated as the unruly magic power in your body... It's a pity that you are destined not to belong to nature and the forest. I can't take you back to the Druid Circle to teach you." Female doctor Shaking his head with regret,

"I will send you to a family with a good life in the area east of Soden and bordering Livia."

"The hostess is called Christida, a beautiful, kind and compassionate woman. She has an upright husband, but she often does business abroad. She has two healthy and lively sons at home, but she regrets that she does not have one. Lovely daughter."

"Falja, just let her be your adopted daughter for the time being and start your new life...meet your destiny."

"Wait until you are able, wait until the war is over, and then go to Novigrad."

Xili was silent for a long time, her pale face looking at the dead Grandma Suha on the ground.

Hi sleeves wiped away the tears on his face.

Nod hard!