The Divine Hunter Chapter 22: Snake and Wolf

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Young, this is Geralt’s first impression.

Even though witchers have a long lifespan, most of the witchers alive today are over fifty years old. As for their appearance, they remain at the age of thirty to forty years old and change very slowly.

For example, himself.

As for the guy opposite, his heroic eyebrows, big and bright dark gold eyes, delicate skin, slightly softer facial contours compared to adults, handsome facial features, and youthful temperament all speak for themselves. He is very young, at least fifteen or sixteen years old from his appearance.

And Geralt clearly understood that the special herbal reagents that the witcher drank during the grass trial would have a violent catalytic effect on the body.

The actual age of the demon hunter in front of him... He can't even be called a young man, but a teenager.

But Geralt noticed another detail. The young witcher's ears were different from those of normal humans, being slightly pointed. His hair color is not pure black, but mixed with light brown.

"Half-elf? No, quarter-elf. This kid has elf blood. Does he come from the cat school?" As far as Geralt knows, a large number of members of the agile and elegant cat school have elves. Bloodlines, and most of them are crazy lunatics - the relationship between demon hunters from different schools is not harmonious.

Geralt couldn't help but tense up, and the muscles in his arms bulged out the short sleeves of his leather jacket. The dryad behind him sensed something unusual and hesitantly pointed his bow and arrow at the witcher opposite.

……

"Praise to the law of accident!"

The little butterfly did not mess up destiny!

Roy grinned heartily, and that sincere smile made the two people opposite him relax a little.

"Geralt, and this dryad lady, please allow me to introduce myself. I am Roy, the witcher of the Viper School."

Said with suppressed excitement, the young man took out the snake sect's badge from his chest and showed it to the idol from his previous life across from him.

"You know me, what's your purpose in entering this dangerous territory?" Geralt's body was still tense and ready to use force at any time, even though his instinct told him that the guy opposite didn't have any ill intentions.

"Your Excellency White Wolf, I have heard a lot about your deeds from bards from all over the world. My teacher Leisuo also introduced me to the status of various schools of thought, and he happened to mention you."

Roy pointed to the Wolf Pie pendant around his neck.

"Actually, I have played the role of you..." At the same time, he added in his mind and looked at the white wolf openly.

He is about 6.2 feet (1.9 meters) tall, and has inherited the usual slovenliness of the witcher - weathered, slovenly, wearing an old chainmail, with white hair casually tied with a black hairband His face is tied behind his head and looks a little narrow, with a high nose bridge, thick lips, a ring of gray stubble that has not been trimmed around, and an extremely strong jawline.

His eyes were deep and indifferent, and near the beast-like left pupil, a long scar crossed the brow bone and appeared on the lower eyelid.

But the most eye-catching thing is his stiff facial expression, as rigid as a machine, which is the legendary dead face.

This had to remind Roy of a rumor. Accidents occurred frequently in the Green Grass Trial, so Reso became bald. Geralt lost hair pigment and had facial nerve paralysis, making it difficult to make complex expressions or even smile. It's all very difficult.

This look of honor, coupled with his cold temperament, indeed, Roy touched his nose and gave Geralt an apologetic look that made him confused - indeed, it can scare a child to tears!

Geralt of Rivia

Age: 78

Gender: Male

Identity: Witcher of the Wolf School

Life:?

Magic power: 160

Attributes:

Strength: 20

Agility:?

Physique:?

Perception: 19

Will: 6

Charm: 6

Spirit: 16

Skills:

The Witcher's Seal...

Alchemy...

Meditation...

Wolf school long sword swordsmanship...

The witcher senses...

Others?

……

Roy remembered that Geralt was no match for King Assassin Retho in a one-on-one fight.

This is normal. What White Wolf is most talked about is not his superb skills, but his legendary experience and relationship history with many women.

"Charming 6 is about the same as ordinary people."

So, what is it that makes sorceresses and ordinary women fly into his arms like moths? Roy is curious,

"Well, I have to ask him for advice on this point."

……

"You have heard of me, and you know..." Geralt said in a self-deprecating tone, "The name of the Butcher of Blavikan is probably known to everyone on this continent."

"That's not your fault!" Roy was just about to explain something when the sound of "tap-tat-tat" footsteps suddenly came from the tall hornbeam tree next to him.

When the footsteps stopped, a petite figure appeared in the upper left corner of Roy's field of vision,

"Little guy!"

"Roy!"

Ciri, wearing a dirty jacket, jumped from the tree with a faint cry and jumped into the arms of the demon hunter.

The witcher caught her firmly, then picked her up and spun her around happily.

"Are you injured?"

"No...oh...Roy...I thought I would never see you again."

Roy wiped the sticky tears on the girl's face in a funny way,

"Don't cry...you've cried like a little cat...look over there! The monster is dead, you are safe now!"

Xili turned her head and glanced at the giant centipede that turned into two parts. She snorted heavily, then buried her face in the boy's chest and said in a low voice, "I'm tired and sleepy, Roy." Let me rest for a while."

After spending a lot of energy and being frightened for a long time, she suddenly relaxed and the little girl fell asleep in the arms of the witcher.

"Wait...what's going on now!?" Geralt, who was left alone, asked, "Roy of the Viper School, is that little thing you are holding in your arms a little dryad?"

"Let's go!" At this time, the honey-haired dryad interrupted the witcher with her broken Common Tongue, "Yorgon...smell...living in groups...go!"

Roy sighed and had to give up searching for the giant centipede's body. He originally wanted to look through it to see if he could find any useful mutations.

……

The four people left the clearing and the hornbeam tree together. In order to avoid the pursuit of the Yugoun group, they moved forward under the leadership of the tree spirits.

The forest became sparser, and they passed through groves on a sandy patch of ground, through scrub, mist-shrouded meadows, and the temperature began to drop.

"The Viper School..."

"Call me Roy, don't be so open-minded..." The young demon hunter held the back of the girl's thigh with one hand, letting her rest her head comfortably on his shoulder. The girl's body is very light, soft and warm, like a large doll.

"Okay, Roy. To be honest, I can't remember not seeing a witcher as young as you for decades. Not only Kaer Morhen, I heard that other academies have stopped training apprentices for some years. , there are fewer and fewer witchers." Geralt sighed as he walked side by side.

"So, I'm really a lucky guy."

"Well..."

After a moment of silence, Geralt's eyes quietly turned to the petite girl. "This girl," Geralt looked at the little girl. Her messy hair was tangled with pine needles and leaves, but she still looked clean, with no smell of smoke or rancid grease.

Her hands on Roy's shoulders were dirty, but they were small and delicate, without any scars or flaws.

She was wearing a black, gray and white jacket. Her identity was unclear, but the short boots on her feet were made of calfskin. She was obviously not a country girl.

"She's a princess, right? You and Fresnet's group entered Broccolion to find her."

"Do you know Fresnet?" Roy asked in surprise,

"Well," the witcher said without thinking, "a few years ago, when that guy was still a baron in Ham, he was cursed by his former concubine and turned into a cormorant. I happened to pass by to help him. The curse is broken."

"Geralt, you are really a curse nemesis. But I'm sorry, I can't tell you about her identity." Roy gave it a try and winked at Geralt, "Wait until she wakes up. , you ask yourself."

"...So Roy, what are your plans next?"

"We can't do anything in the land of the tree spirits, right?"

"You definitely can't leave now."

Roy glanced at Miss Dryad, who was leading the way, "Then where is she taking us?"

This young tree spirit ~IndoMTL.com~ has a slender figure and an extremely delicate face, which is in great contrast to his previous vigorous skills and fierce methods.

At this moment, there was a hint of impatience and fear on her beautiful face painted with gorgeous patterns? He seemed reluctant to communicate face-to-face with the three humans behind him.

"The center of Broklon, the true home of the Dryads, Doon Canal."

Roy breathed a sigh of relief, everything was as expected.

"By the way, what should I call this Miss Dryad?"

He has already observed that the other party is called Brian, but if he calls her name out of nowhere, he is afraid of being shot to death.

Geralt shook his head, his originally rigid face underwent some subtle changes, and he blinked at Roy,

"Want to know Ms. Dryad's name? You have to ask yourself."

"You have elf blood, just use the ancient language to communicate with her."