The Divine Hunter Chapter 27: Encounter

An unknown corner.

The sky was dyed blood-colored and filled with dense scarlet vortices, which looked like stars in the sky, or like meteorites burning with fire when the end came.

A figure was thrown down and fell to the ground.

A net caught him and enveloped the earth.

This is an endless giant web. Every spider thread in the web is magnified thousands of times, and it is filled with numerous bones: rat bones, human bones, and bones of ordinary beasts. There are also skeletons of giants, whales, and dragons.

The spider web keeps weaving toward the dark distance.

The figure began to struggle desperately, but it was like being trapped in quicksand. The more he struggled, the tighter the surrounding spider threads shrank, gradually crawling up his ankles, quickly swallowing most of his body, and tangled him into Cocoon, leaving only a pair of eyes staring stubbornly outside.

As if a certain signal was triggered, the spider web trembled like an earthquake, and then a shadow rushed in front of him - a huge abdomen covered him, and it was spindle-shaped like a full-sailed barge, covered with black fluff. There are eight sharp claws growing on both sides of the abdomen.

"..."

The unpleasant sound like a rasp sounded, rippled back and forth in the spider web, and gradually became louder and louder. The sound was indistinguishable from male to female, and it was creepy. It was as if countless men, women, and children were singing together, and countless voices were blended into one.

"grayba..."

The monster's abdomen retreated, revealing a huge head. The lion-like face flashed with cunning and greed, and it spit out its barbed tongue at him.

……

"Little devil, did you listen to me or get distracted again?"

"Sorry, Oaks, I didn't sleep well last night..." Roy rubbed the dark circles under his eyes, looking a little dazed, "I had a nightmare, and I have never seen a similar scene in my dream."

"Witchers also have nightmares?" Oakes raised his eyebrows and showed a flirtatious smile, "I understand. If you are not satisfied with that aspect at your age, it is not surprising that you have nightmares. Tell me. , did you dream about a fat woman weighing more than 200 pounds pressing on you?"

"Shut up, idiot!" Seret next to him stroked his forehead helplessly, "A knight is seriously injured, are you still in the mood to joke?"

It is now midnight, and the three demon hunters have just left the residence of the sorceress Coral.

Serrit was pushing a wheelbarrow, in which lay the most seriously injured Knight of Mars. The knight's left chest was covered with a large white bandage. His face was pale, and there was no trace of blood. He was in the middle of the night. In a coma state, he spoke incoherently and indistinctly.

The other two knights were much luckier. The broken limbs and limbs were braced, and one of them was supported by Roy and Oaks.

In addition, their consciousness is very clear, but their bodies are slightly weak.

"I call this humor and optimism!" Oakes turned his head and smiled at the wounded person he was supporting. "Life is already so difficult. If we don't add a little interesting color to this pale background, then there is still life left. What do you mean? Right, Brother Zelin, do you feel more comfortable with me by your side, and the wound is not so painful."

"Um..."

Zelin coughed twice and nodded stiffly.

On the other side, Seret sighed when he saw this, completely giving up on persuading his brother.

He turned to Roy, "You mentioned nightmares just now, but I have another opinion." Seret analyzed, "Your intuition has always been very accurate, and you are unlikely to dream about unprovoked things. Could this nightmare be some kind of omen or warning? You should take it seriously."

Roy nodded. Just as he was about to explain something, the pendant on his chest suddenly began to vibrate.

The demon hunters tensed up in unison.

Immediately afterwards, two women walked towards the winding path. They were wearing red and yellow open-chest dresses respectively. They were graceful and graceful. They both had amulets on their beautiful swan-like necks. As they walked, they separated. The hem of their skirts exposed their fleshy thighs from time to time.

Sometimes, plans are always inferior to changes.

The lively and active Oaks lowered his head unexpectedly. Instead of admiring the wonderful scenery, he closed his mouth tacitly and tried to pretend as if nothing had happened, thinking of slipping away from the woman as soon as possible.

They leaned over and smelled a strong scent of perfume, which was refreshing and had some other ingredients in it.

"Witcher!"

The smaller sorceress turned her face the moment she passed by, caressing Ankh on her neck, her hazel eyes flickering, "I recognize you..."

"Sorry, although I would love to meet such a beautiful and charming lady like you, we have never met before." Oaks said hastily, and was about to help Zelin move forward.

And the sorceress stopped directly in front of them.

"I'm pretty sure..." the sorceress said, "I'm not old enough to lose my memory. We met last time on the island of Thanede, northwest of Goth Velen." She turned to her companions, " Triss, do you remember that joke?"

"Of course, the memory is still fresh..." Another sorceress with long reddish-brown fluffy hair had a voice as clear and moving as a lark. She walked over, her big light blue eyes turning back and forth among the several demon hunters. , with deep curiosity on his sweet face, "Are they the ones who wanted to sneak into Aretuosa and were caught?"

Keira Metz pointed at the Oaks brothers, "These two, I remember correctly, should be named Seret and Oaks, plus another bald demon hunter Leiso, without applying. I immediately broke into Aretuza, and unfortunately, I was caught by a bunch of teachers from the academy."

The sorceress seemed to recall the funny scene at that time, covering her mouth and laughing softly, "But not only did they not have any bad intentions, they also sent a good student to the college, so the college released them the next day."

"Ms. Keira, you have a really good memory..." Oakes said with a wry smile. He, who had always been optimistic, was not in a good mood. Being captured by a group of warlocks was not a glorious deed. "But I'm sorry, we don't have time to catch up with you now and must leave."

"Wait! Who is this handsome young man in the middle? Why do I have no impression of such a young demon hunter!"

Keira Metz walked around the witcher, pacing like a cat, her skirt and hair almost touching the witcher's body, her hazel eyes seemed to hide a different kind of passion. This reminded Roy of the girl selling to customers.

He remained silent.

"This is our little brother, Roy, the snake sect demon hunter..."

Serrit said something for him.

"Roy, I've heard of you for a long time! Casca's benefactor!" Keira Metz glanced at the snake sect demon hunter and smiled, "Let me think about it... Edsberg Casca of Cintra and Thelma of Cintra, you...actually sent two warlock seeds! The academy should really award the Serpent Faction a Medal of Honor—Friends of Aretuza!"

Keira stretched out her small hand towards the young witcher.

Roy shook hands and felt a little enlightened. Unknowingly, they helped two poor deformed girls.

"So friends, are you ready to rush to rescue this knight of the White Rose?" Keira Metz suddenly nodded to Triss, who made a gesture and waited for the witcher's reaction. Reciting the spell skillfully, the sapphire silver amulet on his chest trembled, and the light of magic instantly enveloped the knights' bodies, scanning all the injuries in their bodies.

The witcher retracted his hand holding the sword hilt.

Keira Metz explained on the side, "Why waste time looking for a doctor? Sister Tris is proficient in healing spells, she is the best doctor."

Hearing this, Roy remembered another ironic fact. Although Ms. Triss Merigold was good at healing, she was allergic to magic and could not use any magic treatment methods on herself.

Triss took over her words, "The injuries of these two have stabilized and there is no need for me to intervene. But I can treat the remaining knight and put him out of danger."

The three demon hunters exchanged looks.

"Beautiful Ms. Triss, tell me, what are your conditions?" Oaks asked.

"Conditions?" The sorceress' eyes wandered between the witchers, and then she shook her head, "I understand the principles of the witchers. But there will be no fee for this treatment, and there is no need for you to run errands."

"After all, you brought those two poor children to Aretuosa and helped them get out of their misery. A little help is not disrespectful."

The eyes of the two sorceresses flashed, and they both thought of some bad past events.

The demon hunters breathed a sigh of relief. It would be great if someone was willing to solve the problem for free. They quickly found a guest room nearby with two sorceresses.

"Wait a moment, it won't take much time."

Triss Merigold began to chant a spell.

……

"Ms. Kayla, I would like to ask you, what is the purpose of your visit to the trade zone?"

"Call me Consultant Keira..." The sorceress puffed out her exquisite chest and stretched out her hand towards the witcher. "A few days ago, I was officially appointed as King Foltest of Vizima. Royal Advisor,"

The three witchers kissed the back of her hand as a courtesy.

"This time I came to the trade area to visit a friend..." When she said the word "friend", she bit her lip and her tone became cold. "Rita Nieder, do you know anyone?"

"Cough, cough..." the young demon hunter looked strange, "I'm afraid you are here in vain, Coral is still serving in Kairak."

"Coral?" Keira Metz noticed the witcher's tone and said in surprise, "Did she allow you to call her that? I understand...she regards you as her favorite lipstick. It's important." Keira said with great interest, "I didn't expect that an old woman who doesn't know how to relax can make friends. She is also a demon hunter, quite young, and has good taste..." Her eyes became more unrestrained, as if she was sizing him up. commodity.

Roy's face darkened, "Counsellor Kayla, talking about a noble lady behind her back is too much."

"Angry? So your relationship with her is deeper than I thought." Kayla chuckled twice, "Don't worry, there is a reason why I call her an old woman. . Do you know the angel fish tattoo on her body? Go read Skellige’s history book and you will find out her true age."

"So what?" Roy shook his head and said, "What is the difference between a two-hundred-year-old sorceress and a one-hundred-year-old sorceress? Don't forget, for a witcher, time is not that big either. meaning."

"Hey, what a young and energetic young man... Since you are willing to look after the room for her, we won't bother you." Keira Metz turned her back and faced the demon hunter brothers again.

"Do you want to consider my proposal in Sintra?" Keira Metz smoothed her broken hair at the temples and turned to Oaks, her brown eyes softly said, "Vegima is a big city, and the facilities here are It’s much more luxurious than in the countryside. I heard there’s also a rose hot spring..."

……

Roy propped up his chin and sat side by side with the two knights who were missing arms and legs, quietly enjoying the "performance" of another sorceress casting spells. The slender fingers intertwined with colorful lights, and the dazzling potion flew out from the magic package, arranged in a circle, and kept spinning around her body, as if performing a magic trick.

A very few of them can be recognized by demon hunters, and most of them are advanced alchemical potions.

Both knights fell into a state of dementia. The sorceress's series of smooth movements, coupled with her exquisite facial features and perfect figure, were like an exotic dance.

Unconsciously, Knight Zelin saw a trace of saliva leaking from the corner of his mouth.

Roy was lost in thought for a moment, Triss Merigold, the woman who once existed only in another dimension - Kaer Morhen, the garden spa, the riverside lighthouse, the Toussaint vineyard. , actually appeared before our eyes, and was still so within reach.

He was in a trance and couldn't tell the difference between fiction and reality.

But the aftertaste is always short-lived. With a flick of her finger, the medicine in the container covered Mars's wound in an incredible way and quickly penetrated into it. Gradually, the color returned to the knight's pale face, he stopped talking in his sleep, and fell asleep peacefully.

The sorceress wiped the sweat from her forehead with a white fragrant handkerchief. Her skin was not very white, but very delicate. After hard work, a healthy blush appeared.

The soft sunlight in the morning gives this layer of skin a layer of radiance, which is breathtaking for a while.

"He is no longer in fear of his life, but he has to lie in bed for a month. During this period, he cannot exercise strenuously and his wounds should not get wet."

The witcher nodded and cooperated with Zelin and Argon to let Mars lie down better.

"Ms. Merigold, thank you for your hard work this time."

Triss smiled. The beauty mark on her lips and a few small freckles on her cheeks seemed to come to life. She looked as cheerful as a girl. "Before I met you, I always thought that witchers were stronger than bears, men in their seventies."

"I have never seen a sorceress as young as you."

"Do you know me?"

"Why do you say that?"

"The way you look at me is like looking at an acquaintance." Triss said curiously,

Can my eyes speak?

Roy complained in his heart~IndoMTL.com~In a sense, I know you...well, I heard your name from Geralt. You are Yennefer's good sister, a A young and gifted sorceress. ”

"Yennefer, this guy hasn't brought me to meet her lover yet... I don't know how the relationship between the two of them has been repaired now." Triss pursed her lips in distress, then smiled happily at the witcher, He stretched out his hand and said, "Let's get acquainted again, Witcher. I am Vizima's royal advisor, Triss Merigold from Maribor,"

So, Triss hasn’t seduced Geralt yet.

"How about giving me a discount if I have a commission in the future?"

"Of course it's no problem. By the way, I'm Roy, the snake sect demon hunter..." The demon hunter held her hand and kissed her gently.

Sensitive constitution or other reasons.

The moment the witcher's lips touched the back of her hand, a blush appeared on the sorceress's face, goosebumps appeared on her skin, and her body could not help but tremble slightly.