The Divine Hunter Chapter 28: Already have it but don’t know it
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The orange light cluster on the horizon fell towards the west side of the Manada Valley. The light dimmed and the temperature dropped rapidly.
The earth is devastated, and blood flows across it, dyeing the sunset with a touch of red.
The Vizima infantry on the left wing failed to hold on to the end. Although they were fearless and resisted tenaciously, they still ushered in the end before the absolute numerical gap!
A gap opened in the shield wall, but no one came to fill it.
Dense black-clothed horsemen drove straight in from the gap, surrounded the bruised infantry, and slaughtered them mercilessly with their swords.
One after another, the infantrymen wailed and died.
Black-armored cavalry are constantly chasing the lone and helpless soldiers on the hillside.
But most of them circled to the rear in an attempt to encircle the Sintra Infantry Division in the center of the battlefield.
There, the sound of the high-pitched horns had long since faded, and the main force of Sintra was exhausted and had run out of ammunition and food.
But Nilfgaard's black armored army has a steady stream of support.
……
Triss Merigold watched helplessly as the stone crossbowmen around her fell one after another, and the corpses of their companions were piled at their feet.
She was in a miserable state, blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, a bruise appeared on her beautiful cheek, her body began to tremble uncontrollably, and her close-fitting clothes and lush red hair were wet with sweat.
The only two crossbowmen left took her across the wet ground and fled towards the king's line in panic.
Suddenly, a group of black-armored knights appeared from behind the military formation, with a ferocious smile on their faces, and their eyes were as cruel as predatory hyenas, passing over the smooth and delicate skin under her damaged clothes.
Suddenly he changed direction and chased her,
"Whoosh—whoosh—"
The two crossbowmen who dragged her running wildly burst out with blood on their backs, groaning and fell towards her.
"Zi——" Tris clenched her silver teeth, turned around, flipped the arc from one hand to the other, and released a bolt of lightning.
The horses shuddered with electric shock, and the rider who bore the brunt was thrown to the ground.
The remaining three knights rushed over from behind him.
She drew with her hands again, but she whined, fell backwards, and spat out a trace of blood from the corner of her mouth.
Magic backfires!
After a big battle and continuous magic releases, she finally became mentally exhausted and could no longer tame the magic power!
I could only support my body with my elbows, and closed my eyes nervously and fearfully in the smelly wind.
"Puff, puff, puff..." for three full seconds.
The expected severe pain never came.
As soon as she opened her eyes - at some point, the two knights who charged towards her were split into two halves, including their men and their horses. The fractures were flat and smooth, and their mutilated bodies were still alive, lying on the ground wailing miserably. ...You can imagine how sharp the blade that caused this wound was.
A slender figure with tattered clothes suddenly jumped up, threw the third knight off his horse, and took his position.
The five fingers of his left hand outlined a triangular charm toward the pair of dark eyes beneath him.
The restless horse immediately calmed down, licked his palm, and became extremely docile.
"Demon hunter? Why do you appear on the battlefield?"
Triss recognized the Yakshi Seal cast by the other party at a glance and became confused.
"Da da!"
The man turned around, his young face obscured by blood, dust and wounds, but his strange-colored pupils looked so familiar.
It was the demon hunter who saved her life from a high-level vampire——
"Roy?"
The sorceress opened her mouth wide in surprise, but her voice was dry and weak, like a seriously ill patient.
Roy waved briefly and galloped towards her. She felt the smell of blood and sweat hit her face, she couldn't help but stretched out her hand, and then was pulled onto the horse's back.
"Hold tight!"
The witcher gave a brief warning.
The sorceress’s two catkins hugged his waist softly.
My heart was pounding, and I felt an unprecedented sense of security. I couldn't help but put my face against his broad back, and quietly feel his steady and powerful heartbeat.
It's him again, maybe this is fate.
She thought...
This is no accident.
Roy killed five mages, rested for a while, and then re-entered the battlefield to look for Elan.
But not only did he fail to discover the target, he also lost the whereabouts of Geron Moru! During this period, he activated the crystal many times to try to contact the other party, but received no response.
In order to find him, Roy walked around the battlefield all afternoon, even risking his life several times to flash towards the center of the battlefield. However, as soon as he landed, he was immediately forced back by swords, guns, swords, halberds and arrows.
"Damn it, Geron Moru, please give me a reply!"
Roy didn't want to die. After all, there were still many people waiting for him, so he had no choice but to pull away. And he happened to remember seeing Triss on the battlefield - according to history, she shouldn't have appeared here!
There is no doubt that history has changed because of my intervention!
Of course he couldn't let the reserve mage have an accident.
"迿——"
Roy held the reins with his right hand, and raised the Kun seal with his left hand above his head.
The oval golden light shield enveloped the two people and bounced off three stray arrows!
The two rode as fast as the wind and rushed towards East's direction.
……
"Two Your Majesties!"
"Say it."
"Our warriors suffered heavy losses. Sir John Tanaris died in battle, and Lord Kurian also died heroically... The entire Vizima legion was completely defeated, and the brothers of Cintra were almost unable to hold on. ”
"Retreat, Your Majesty." Visekid said in a serious tone to the two men on the war horse, "We will use our last troops to fight a retreat so that you and His Majesty Calanthe can return to Cintra. City. Now, right away! Otherwise the Nilfgaardians will form a siege and no one can escape!"
When East heard this, his eyes turned red, his majestic body trembled, and he clenched his fists,
Thunderous cries of killing came from the front, and soldiers howled at the top of their lungs.
The last infantry and cavalry are still resisting the Nilfgaardians at the entrance of the valley ahead, but the line is shaky.
He shook his head solemnly,
"What I said at the beginning, there are no deserters in Sintra!"
"If I run away in battle, how can I be worthy of my dead brothers?"
"So, everyone, the time has come to sacrifice your life for your country!"
Calanthe said nothing, breathing heavily, and held her husband's arm.
"No, no, Your Majesty!" Vesekid comforted, with bloodshot eyes appearing, "This is not an escape, you have to return to the city of Sintra to take charge of the overall situation and protect your people!"
"Skellige's reinforcements are coming soon... With their help, we can still defend the city, but we need two backbones!"
"Think about it, how cruel these Nilfgaardians are, and how cruelly your people will be tortured once the city is captured?"
"If you have to risk your life and die now, that would be...with all due respect, a coward's act!"
East was silent for a long time and nodded silently.
……
"Bang!"
A huge fireball hit the defense line of the Cintra infantry, and the line of the Three Lions on a blue background was blown up. The roaring heat burned several infantrymen to the ground and howled, and the exposed skin was scorched and ulcerated.
The red and hot armor was like a heated cauldron, boiling them alive.
At the entrance of Manada Valley, a gap appeared in the last line of defense.
A Nilfgaardian rider leaned over his horse's head, and the Cintra infantry next to him tried his best to block their progress, but was overwhelmed by the influx of black-armored troops.
The battle lines are broken!
"Whoosh!" The black-clothed rider shot a crossbow arrow at the most eye-catching East, hitting His Majesty the King in the head!
No one had time to react, and saw East falling off the horse uncontrollably, shaking his body dizzily, and his eyes immediately returned to clarity, except that there was an extra dent in the domed helmet - because of the demon hunt. People warned him that he would die from arrows, so East put on strong armor and a helmet!
Several guards roared and rushed towards the cavalry. Gold and iron clashed, and several figures were knocked off their horses in an instant!
More black-armored cavalry charged.
"Let's go! East!" Calanthe's emerald green eyes flashed with pleading, and East sighed and climbed onto the horse's back.
The two rulers of Cintra quickly left the pass of the valley, escorted by ten horsemen and Visekid...
As the sun sets in the west, the thunderous sound of horse hooves can be heard over the endless wilderness. The horses' hooves trample and dust clouds fill the rear, forming an extremely clear trace.
More than twenty riders in black are chasing after us!
They obviously recognized the identity of the king and queen, and were not willing to let go of such a unique achievement so easily!
"Whoosh-whoosh-" intensive bowstring vibrations.
Twenty skilled knights pulled the reins and pulled the strings to place arrows.
Twenty crossbows fired wave after wave at the fleeing Cintra team!
Ten brave soldiers who volunteered to serve as human shields fell to the ground one after another, while only two were missing from the pursuers.
The backs of East, Calanthe, and Visekid were completely exposed to the riders!
The blue cloak flutters in the wind.
The life of the ruler of Sintra hangs by a thread!
"Whoosh—"
A black-clothed rider suddenly fell to the ground with a ball of blood exploding from his forehead!
"Whoosh—"
Before they could react, the second rider fell off his horse in the same way!
"Luo!"
A heart-stirring roar came from behind the black-clothed riders!
Everyone’s hearts skipped a beat, and even Calanthe, who was galloping ahead, couldn’t help but look back.
I saw two dazzling silver snakes flying through the air, one going straight through the cavalry, and the other like thunder falling from the sky!
In an instant, three more knights were hit by electric current, and fell from their horses paralyzed. Arcs of arc crackled on their black armors.
The Nilfgaardian cavalry finally realized the huge threat behind them——
A man who looked like a beggar in tattered clothes, with heterochromatic pupils, bleeding from all his orifices, and an extremely miserable appearance.
He grinned at them with white teeth, and Nilfgaard's black horse underneath him charged!
One person has the momentum to hunt down a dozen of them.
He smiled cruelly and raised his hand——
The bowstring vibrated and the arrow shot through the air.
Another person’s eye sockets were sunken and his figure was knocked away!
The cavalry were shocked by this miraculous crossbow shot!
He couldn't help but turn around and pull the trigger towards him.
"Crack!"
The golden light flashed away.
The three arrows were offset by the Quen seal.
The demon hunter tilted his head to dodge one, and ate one forcefully on his right arm. The arrow penetrated the flesh and blood, but he was like an unconscious stone, and his body did not shake!
Only the small hands around her waist trembled and hugged her a little tighter.
The sun has mostly sunk below the horizon, the temperature has turned cold, and the fierce chase on the plains continues.
While riding their horses to pursue the ruler of Cintra, the remaining twelve Nilfgaardian knights skillfully drew their bows and arrows on their horses, aiming at the weirdo behind them.
"Whoosh—"
One man in black fell first.
"Ho ho!"
A cold roar came from the sky.
A buffalo-sized gryphon with a brown body came out of the void without any warning, "Pah!", flapped a pair of mighty wings, and stirred up strong wind.
The dark pupils flashed with the cruelty of a predator, passing over the heads of the cavalry.
Caught off guard, the three knights were knocked away by her wings.
Due to inertia, their bodies rolled several times at high speed after landing, and there was no movement at all.
The strong wind tightened the gryphon's furry cheeks.
Her hook-like claws grabbed the fourth knight from the horse, threw him as a throwing weapon, and knocked over the fifth knight.
Then she wrapped her body with a pair of wings, as if holding up several pairs of strong shields to block several incoming crossbow arrows.
It was unscathed.
"Whoosh—" Taking advantage of the enemy's attention being attracted by Golfin, Roy shot three more arrows in succession. With the guidance of arrows and slaughter, the arrows accurately penetrated three helmets and exploded three of them. Cavalry head.
The entire pursuit lasted only ten seconds.
Only 5 of the 18 Nilfgaardian cavalry remained.
The remaining riders were so frightened that their livers and gallbladders were split apart, with only one thought left in their minds: run away!
But they underestimated the Witcher's shooting frequency of 0.4 seconds and its range of more than 100 meters, and made the worst decision in their lives.
The five knights turned their horses' heads and divided into five directions, fleeing for their lives.
The witcher turned his head and wrist casually, his eyes cold.
Amidst the continuous sound of breaking through the air.
The three people's bodies were torn open by **** holes, and they died under the crossbow arrows.
And the gryphon's sharp beak and claws tore apart the remaining two people.
……
The path home for East, Calanthe and Visekid becomes smoother.
They had been looking back, and at this time they couldn't help but slow down, allowing the two saviors to catch up from behind!
Four horses keep pace.
A gryphon soared in the sky behind them, spying on their pursuers.
Not far away, the endless sea reflects sparkling waves.
The majestic city walls of Sintra and the fortress on the isolated cliffs of the coast appear at the end of the field of vision.
"Master Roy, Counselor Triss, why are you two together?" On the war horse, the strong wind blew Calanthe's temples flying. Her body fit the horse's back and undulated lightly, and her riding skills were extremely superb.
And a pair of emerald green eyes flashed with surprise and gratitude. She never thought that this young demon hunter could be so powerful! Kill all the pursuers alone.
"Your Majesty, Marshal Visekid." Triss poked half of her face from behind the demon hunter's shoulder, "Master Roy saved my life."
So this demon hunter saved the lives of four people on his side and killed so many Nilfgaardian dogs!
Speaking of anger for her!
Calanthe's lips moved, and he wanted to promise some more reward, but now that Cintra is in danger, any further reward would be extremely ridiculous.
I can only stop talking.
Roy seemed to see what she was thinking, and a smile appeared on his **** cheek, "I'm just doing it for Shirley. Besides, whether you believe it or not, I entered the battlefield with other important matters..."
"I didn't want to interfere in this war, and I couldn't do it." He pulled the reins and changed the subject,
"Guys, you should return to the city of Sintra in one day. I will send you here, and I have to go back."
Jaylon's whereabouts are still unknown.
"You want to go back?" Triss suddenly raised her head from behind him, her blue eyes filled with worry and anxiety.
"I must go back. But I will be careful, Nilfgaard's soldiers can't keep me yet."
The sorceress lowered her head in silence.
"Don't worry. Demon hunters abide by the principles of neutrality. You should not participate in this battle." East gently pulled the reins, and the strong wind ruffled his messy straw-like hair and beard. His majestic His figure stooped unknowingly, looking extremely depressed. In this battle, "But you stepped in and saved our lives. I owe you a favor. This is God's will."
Four horses ran into a wood.
He sighed, "How should I repay you."
"Say it. If you delay it any longer, you won't have a chance."
Roy shook his head and was about to refuse.
Suddenly, an indescribable feeling came over me.
He had almost no control, he blurted out.
"I want one..."
A trace of surprise flashed across Triss's cornflower-colored eyes, and she felt a slight yet meaningful magic surge in the air.
"Things you already have but don't know about."
After Roy finished speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief, as if something had just controlled him.
On the four horses, there was total silence.
Calanthe's face turned pale, and that sad past came back to her mind. Her green eyes widened, and her face was distorted, both sad and angry.
"No, it's impossible! Don't mention the law of accidents to me, Witcher, I have agreed to let you take Ciri away, how dare you? How dare you?!"
"Calanthe, don't worry, have you forgotten, we failed." East shook his head, still calm, "Master Roy is disappointed, we have no children, she just checked it a month ago ."
"I just said it casually. I don't expect to take away another unexpected child." Roy shook his head with regret, but when he looked at the queen of Cintra, his eyes suddenly condensed!
Calanthe
Age: 45
Life: 50 (pregnancy)
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Roy was in a daze~IndoMTL.com~The illusion appeared before him again——
A petite little girl with black hair and eyes as green as a virgin forest
She looked at Roy, who seemed to be giggling happily, and reached out to him.
"Your Majesty Calanthe, I suggest you go back and find the priest of the goddess Freya..."
"Are you kidding me? When did a demon hunter know this kind of thing? You only took one look at it!" East puffed his beard and glared, tightening the reins with a serious expression,
"Whether you two believe it or not, this is fate, and I have to congratulate you."
The king and the queen looked at each other. At this moment, happiness, shock, discomfort, and sourness filled their hearts... their expressions became extremely wonderful.