The Divine Hunter Chapter 27: Beautiful world

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"Who are you? Where are you from and where are you going?" A short, fat man with a bald head growled rudely at the two of them. He stood with his legs spread apart, carrying a bow and a bag of white feather arrows. .

"We came from Podrog," Geralt took a step forward. He looked around at the faces of the soldiers. No one seemed to have discovered the identity of the witcher, so he lied, "We were about to return to Bulog. Ruger, what's going on?"

On the other side, Roy quietly took Shiri's hand and pulled her behind him.

"We are the king's men!" Another black-faced man who was obviously the leader stood up, glanced at the two long swords behind Geralt, and said in a more polite tone, "Here Something unexpected happened and we had to check people passing by."

As he spoke, he glanced behind him.

Roy's nose twitched. Well, the smell of blood, the smell of blood mixed with humans and horses, came from the direction behind the black-faced man.

"You two, take a look?" the black-faced man said, asking the soldiers to spread out.

Geralt and Roy exchanged glances and took the lead in striding over.

And Roy picked up Shirley face-back, letting her head rest on his shoulder.

"Be good and close your eyes."

The little girl seemed very well-behaved at this time, leaning against him as if she was sleeping soundly. However, the rapid breathing that hit the back of the witcher's neck proved that her mood was not so peaceful.

Not far ahead, a large tree with lush branches fell in the middle of the road, blocking a carriage covered with oilcloth. Several long-haired ponies fell in front, entangled with the handlebars and reins, their bodies covered with sharp arrows, and their yellowed teeth exposed.

One of them was not dead yet, with its dark eyes wide open, snorting heavily, and kicking its legs against the ground.

The sand was soaked with blood everywhere, and human corpses were scattered randomly, some clinging to the carriage, and some being caught in the wheels.

There are no survivors.

"A carriage convoy was attacked?" Geralt asked,

There was a soldier, stroking a **** dagger with both hands, looking at the three of them sideways with his triangular eyes.

"It was a shameless sneak attack..." He replied in a voice as rough as a file, "The tree spirits of Broklon attacked the passing caravan and killed everyone. We are investigating."

"Will the tree spirits attack the caravan?"

"See for yourself!" The soldier waved his arm impatiently, "The poor businessmen were shot like hedgehogs, still on the road! Those monsters in the forest are getting more and more cruel. Take my word for it It won't be long before they will definitely leave the forest and attack nearby residents!"

"So, who are you?" Geralt blinked and asked cautiously,

"King Ewell's men, Nastrog's soldiers, we were originally waiting to pick up Governor Fresnet on the road, but we suddenly received news that the Governor led his men into the forest."

"I have been here for three days. His old man and that noble man must have been poisoned by the tree spirit! First they, and now the businessman."

The soldiers who gritted their teeth shot out a vicious light in their eyes, "We must pay with blood!"

"Yes, blood debt must be paid with blood."

"If I don't take revenge, I'm still a man?"

"Kill all the tree spirits!"

"That naughty Druid hasn't come yet, let's not wait any longer!"

There was an enthusiastic response from the soldiers.

Druid, is there anyone here?

It is not a good place to stay here for a long time. Geralt lowered his head and pondered for a moment, "Okay, then I wish you a good start." Then he turned around and waved to Roy, "If there is nothing else, we will leave first."

"Wait, brother," the black-faced man jumped over, "What does the young man behind him and the child in him have to do with you? Are they also from Brugue?"

"That's right...my two nephews." The demon hunter thought for a while and deliberately referred to Ciri as a boy. Just looking at her dress, it was indeed impossible to tell the difference between male and female.

"Both nephews are so healthy! He is really blessed by the goddess Meriteri. He is so lucky that it makes people jealous! Now take your two babies and leave, brother, and don't come back again. The danger of tree spirits is not You can handle it with just two swords on your back, otherwise the next one who will be killed... will be your family..."

After speaking, he turned his back and asked his subordinates to separate a path.

"Goodbye!"

The black-faced man waved his hand, and when Roy passed by holding Shiri in his arms, he also touched the girl's head, and the latter shrank back tremblingly.

"What an overly handsome little guy. He will definitely be a heartthrob when he grows up! By the way, kid, what are you mumbling?"

"There is blood on your hands." Ciri said tremblingly.

"Oh, that's the businessman's blood. I accidentally got it on when I was checking the body." The black-faced man smiled and shrugged nonchalantly,

"But this was not done by the tree spirit!" Ciri turned a deaf ear to the increased strength on the demon hunter's waist, "Obviously!"

"Say it again?" The black-faced man's smile disappeared completely and asked in a creepy tone,

"This tree...look at the sawdust all over the ground, it was chopped down...with an axe, and tree spirits will never chop down trees. They use magic to control the natural growth of trees, right? Geralt?"

Ciri also turned around and asked the white-haired demon hunter.

"That's right!" The black-faced man winked at the squinting soldier, and quietly turned his hand behind his back to press the weapon on his waist, "What a smart kid, smart..."

"Enough!" Roy, who had been ignored, suddenly shouted.

"What's enough?"

"Do you think we are blind? How dare you frame us and frame the blame!"

After Roy finished speaking, Geralt had already taken action tacitly - the cuffs studded with iron studs hit the slant-eyed man close at hand on the head. Before the man fell to the ground, he unsheathed his sword again. , jumping between two other soldiers.

The movements of ordinary people appear to be slow motion in the eyes of witchers. The two soldiers reacted but it was too late. Geralt's sword swung in mid-air, drawing a wonderful arc and cutting open the carotid arteries of the two soldiers in an instant.

They covered their fountain-like necks in horror.

No sound is produced.

At this time, the soldiers in a circle had already picked up their crossbows and took out their arrows. Geralt knelt on one knee, stretched out his fingers, and drew the Seal of Alder, but he was not aiming at the archers in the distance. , but - sand.

With a muffled sound of "bang", Alder whipped up a whirlwind of sand and dust, and the yellow sand rolled in, temporarily covering the three people's figures. Then he pushed a soldier who had his throat wiped, used it as a human shield, and rushed towards the archer!

"Can it still be used like this?"

Looking around, Roy immediately hid Xili in a hollow log.

"Hide well and don't come out!"

Afterwards, Kun protected his body with a strike, and his eyes glanced at the black-faced man not far away, who was approaching quickly with a long sword in both hands.

"The demon hunter, it turns out to be a demon hunter." After realizing it, his face was filled with a sinister smile, "Come on, freak boy, let your uncle love you!"

Roy had no intention of fighting him in close combat. His fingers transformed another seal in mid-air. In an instant, a dazzling fire came out, and the conical fire snake involved the black-faced man who was standing stupidly. .

The next moment, heartbreaking screams rang out, and the black-faced man, who was on fire, rushed wildly, and actually rushed towards his own camp, leaving them in a panic.

Looking at this wonderful scene, Roy felt a little stunned.

"My Igni seal...how did it become more powerful?" His previous level 1 seal could probably only cause burning pain to the black-faced man and cause blisters on his skin, but it would definitely not be able to ignite the other person's body. .

"Is it the effect of ancient blood? My elemental talents have been enhanced?"

"Whoosh——"

A crossbow arrow was suddenly shot. Roy shook his wrist and turned the sharp blade against it, but his reaction was not fast enough and he only blocked the air. The shield of Quen that protected him was ruthlessly shattered by the arrow. .

He rolled to the ground, and the second arrow shot into the grass at his feet.

Then he stood up and moved his body in a zigzag pattern like lightning. The third crossbow arrow grazed the leather armor of his forearm.

There was a brief gap in shooting, and the witcher looked up at the bushes.

Thirty meters away, three crossbowmen, one, two and three, gathered in a group and aimed at him, pulling the string and setting the arrow.

Rush over? Too late!

The demon hunter grabbed Gabriel from the void with five fingers and fired an arrow in that direction.

When the arrow penetrated the bushes, his dark golden pupils shrank into prismatic shapes.

Flash!

For a moment, time seemed to stand still.

The sound of the wind, the chirping of insects, the cry of killing, the sound of sword blades clashing, and the sound of sharp weapons entering flesh all disappeared, leaving only a slight, short and sharp roar.

The location where the demon hunter was was creating a strange ripple.

The world in front of him was divided into countless color blocks, and everything became bright and blurry, like a painting by an impressionist master - he leaned over and passed through a thin "water film".

The three crossbowmen in the bushes couldn't help but widen their eyes. On the grass where their eyes were originally focused, the strangely snaking demon hunter wielding two crossbow swords suddenly disappeared.

They lost their target and subconsciously turned around.

Group shock!

The overwhelming **** tentacles were reflected in the pupils. The three of them were **** so tightly that they could not even move a finger.

"Shua——"

The next second, the air hissed, and Gu Weisier drew a graceful arc, and with a precise swing, it almost swiped across the necks of the three crossbowmen at the same time.

The coquettish blood flowers bloomed, and several people covered their necks with the blood gushing out. They let out a low roar of "Gah, gah" in their throats and fell to the ground. After falling down, his limbs were still trembling and twitching, and his eyes buried in the soil were wide open, full of confusion.

To the end of their lives, they didn’t know how the other party got close to him or what kind of magic he used to immobilize him.

"Kill Gomas, Leia, Trilu...experience value +20*3, lv6 (570/3500)."

The demon hunter shook his wrist to shake off the blood. Uncontrollable excitement appeared on the young face, and he started to flicker. It was not like entering the portal and making him want to vomit.

And flicker and shock——

"The best weapon to deal with mages and crossbowmen! It can also be used in group battles!"

But there was no time to celebrate. His dark golden eyes glanced not far away, and several panicked men rushed towards the log where Xili was hidden.

……

The three soldiers wearing chainmail and steel helmets were frightened.

The white-haired guy was simply a devil. In just twenty seconds, several of his companions turned into corpses without any chance of fighting back.

Even the archers were defeated by his despicable human sandbags.

At this moment, several guys with the best swordsmanship were still pestering the guy, but they chose another path - to capture the witcher's "little nephew"!

The distance of just tens of meters came in an instant. The soldier rushed to the log and stretched out his sinful hand. Through the gap, he could see the child huddled up inside and the panicked green pair. Eye.

Suddenly, the soldier in the middle was pulled back and turned around——

A long sword stabbed through his chin, the only part of his body that was not protected by armor.

The tip of the sword penetrated from the chin into the brain, and was quickly pulled out with spurts of blood. The soldier fell to the ground before he even had time to cry out in pain.

Before the two remaining soldiers came to their senses, the man who suddenly appeared like a ghost thrust his sword to the left like lightning and stabbed the other eye accurately.

"Pfft..." The **** sword tip was pulled back, and the soldier covered his face and lay on the ground, twitching weakly.

After the two blows, the demon hunter's body instinctively moved into the bull position, with his feet spread forward and backward, his body slightly bowed, his hands holding the hilt of the sword across his face, his limbs and sword like a charged pull. The bow was fully strung, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at the third soldier.

The third soldier ignored the little girl in the log and picked up the mace from his waist and hit him on the shoulder. The cold gauntlet and the blood-stained radial blade of the hammer flashed with cold light, and could easily break the sneak attacker's bones in one stroke.

But the heavy chainmail had a certain impact on his movements, making his shots slower.

In the eyes of a witcher, it looks like a snail.

When the soldier swung the mace from his upper right to his lower left, Roy did not dodge backwards. In this way, his opponent could still move forward and pursue him to attack.

His footsteps went against the direction of the hammer's swing, and he took a step forward to the left. The blade of the sword moved to the right to press the hammer head. At this time, the upward tilt of Guweixir did not require any adjustment and was already in the plow position. He got up and pushed the tip of the sword toward the soldier's throat.

"Pfft——"

The blade penetrated the trachea without any hindrance.

The third soldier made an indistinct sound in his throat and fell to the ground to breathe.

"Kill...experience value +20*3, lv6(630/3500)"

……

The crisis is over.

The little guy immediately emerged from the wood and threw himself into the arms of the witcher.

"Oh... Roy, don't leave me behind again!"

……

On the other side, White Wolf's battle also came to an end, and there was only one person left in front of him.

The blade struck his neck.

He twisted his waist and shoulders and used the force of blocking to push his opponent away, while at the same time the tip of his sword passed across his opponent's cheek.

The opponent staggered back and covered his face, but the demon hunter suddenly rushed forward, and then centered on his left leg, the sword blade quickly broke the opponent's carotid artery.

The man trembled, fell to his knees, and fell into the grass.

"What a pity for a gifted bounty hunter..." Geralt took a long breath, with glistening beads of sweat hanging on his forehead. In just two or three minutes of close-quarters killing, he consumed Has more stamina than Roy.

"You guys from the Snake Sect, you did a great job!" Geralt pulled a piece of linen cloth from the corpse ~IndoMTL.com~ and wiped the blade. His dark cat eyes noticed the three crossbowmen lying corpses not far away. , "If I didn't look at your face, I would have thought you were an old guy."

"Geralt, you are much better than me." Roy patted the back of the little girl in his arms and praised him sincerely. He also noticed the white wolf in the sudden glance after the battle just now. He has a strong personal style and superb swordsmanship - his sword-swinging movements are as graceful and free as a dancer's, combining speed, power and explosive power.

In terms of swordsmanship, he is not inferior to Oaks at all.

At least for now, he is far inferior.

Suddenly, Geralt's expression condensed, he turned around and looked at the rider riding a gray horse slowly walking in the distance,

"Who is that?" Roy drew the blade again.

"Do you remember what these soldiers said just now? They are waiting for someone to enter the forest to take revenge on the tree spirit."

"Druid?" Roy's heart moved.

"Put your weapons away, man, that's an old acquaintance..."