The Divine Hunter Chapter 29: Reinforcements

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The stars outline a silver ribbon in the dark night sky, and their faint light covers the lifeless Manada Valley, which is full of corpses, as well as a forest to the west.

Roy stared silently at the body that had been pierced by arrows, turned into a hedgehog and eaten by wild beasts, and sighed.

In mid-air in front of him, the prismatic crystal projected a bright light, interweaving a changing blue light curtain.

A dozen faces emerged among them, Leitho, Vesemir, Coral...

There was a long and uncomfortable silence.

"Hell!"

"Jeron was shot to death by a crossbow?" an unbelievable, grief-stricken voice rang out, "How is it possible? We didn't give him an acorn, why didn't we use it to save his life?"

Keen looked sad, lowered his head and murmured to himself.

"He didn't contact me the whole time..." Roy shook his head and sighed, "He seems to have done it on purpose, maybe he didn't want to implicate me."

Everyone is well aware of Jie Long’s temper. He has always regarded himself as an outsider.

"Guys, please forgive me..." Vesemir said, a sad look appeared on his face. "Death in battle is just the fate of a demon hunter."

"Besides, haven't you noticed that Jielong has been prepared for it a long time ago, and he has been determined to die for a long time."

"Maybe I am tired after being tortured by fate for more than a hundred years."

There was an unusually long silence on both sides of the telescope.

Everyone's expressions became visibly depressed.

Jeron came to Gawain's house not long ago, and his relationship with them was not very deep, but after all, this was the first time that the Brotherhood had been killed in battle.

An extremely bad start, which makes people have an ominous premonition.

"If I had known this, I shouldn't have let him go to Manada in the first place." Seret shook his head, "But why would the body appear several miles away from the battlefield?"

"I understand what you mean, but the cause of death is just a crossbow arrow penetrating the internal organs. There are no traces of magic or extraordinary sharp weapon cuts. The murderer is undoubtedly a soldier. And his expression is very calm and peaceful." Roy observed Looking at Jie Long's pale cheek, rigor mortis made his facial muscles begin to relax, but a relieved smile could still be seen at the corner of his mouth.

"According to what you said, there is only one possibility..." Lei Suo said solemnly, "He met Elan."

Everyone could not help but feel refreshed, and a hint of relief rose in their hearts.

I have been following the footsteps of my teacher all my life. Did I finally get what I wanted before my death?

"No matter what, Jaylon is a member of the Brotherhood, and he cannot die in vain." Lambert clenched his fists and breathed heavily,

"You mean we have to settle the score with the Nilfgaardians?" Oakes raised his eyebrows.

"In the battlefield, the sword has no eyes. Who knows whether he will die under the arrows of the men in black or the soldiers of Cintra?" Seret shook his head, "Once involved, you must be mentally prepared to die in battle. .This is the price of violating principles."

"Then at least we have to find out what happened before he died!" Lambert's pupils flashed coldly and he said unwillingly, "Now that the war in Manada is over, let's go to the city of Sintra together and bring E Catch Lan!"

"Why did you let your student's body be exposed in the wilderness like this? What did Jie Long say before he died? He obviously had life-saving medicine but didn't use it?"

"No!" Two opposing voices sounded at the same time, coming from Roy and Coral.

"I have an ominous premonition. It's safest for me to act alone!" the former said.

"My brain finally opened up. Do you still know the danger? Please listen to me clearly." Coral blue eyes stared directly at Roy, with fire flickering in them, "Find Geralt in Sintra City. Take Ciri with you and get back here immediately! Don’t mess with that Elan again!"

"This is my ultimatum to you. If you don't listen..." Her tone was full of threats, revealing a pair of small white teeth, and her moist lips flashed a dangerous red, "You bear the consequences!"

"I'm not doing well, and Jielong's side..." Roy defended in a low voice,

"Look in the mirror!" Coral's towering chest rose and fell violently, her pretty face shrouded in frost, and she roared in an extremely rare manner, "Whose head is almost swollen into a pig's head? The clothes are worse than a beggar! Go on, point out Maybe we will follow in his footsteps!"

"Bring Jeron's body back!" Coral stared at Roy, "Bury it in Caer Siren, and then the matter ends here!"

"As for Elan, wait until the Brotherhood becomes stronger before looking for him!"

"Ms. Rita is right..." Cohen took a deep breath, and even though he was unwilling, he still said with red eyes, "Jeron has been sacrificed, and nothing can happen to anyone in the Brotherhood."

"Contact Geralt..." Letso said solemnly, "Bring him and Ciri back."

Roy was silent for a long time, sighed heavily, lowered his face and a flash of light flashed in his eyes,

"I understand."

With a wave of his hand, Jaylon's body was put into the space.

"Then bring Xili back."

No, we need to add a few more people

He said in his heart.

……

Cintra.

Everything was quiet, and not a single soul was seen on the dark streets. At this time in the past, most citizens had fallen into a deep sleep.

But today, there are lights flickering in the windows of almost every house.

At the towering city gate, dense torches illuminate the area as bright as day. On the battlements and below the city gate, there are hundreds of guards, with one post every five steps and one sentry every ten steps. The security is extremely tight.

Before this battle that affects the fate of the country, some Sintra citizens who were frightened by fear fled their homes!

But more remain.

The people of Sintra have seawater flowing in their veins and rebelliousness in their bones.

They do not allow outsiders to occupy their homes!

I would rather die than obey!

And just to the north of the post, in the castle on the lonely cliff on the coast.

A room filled with dolls and bookshelves.

The little girl wearing a lace princess dress and stockings was squatting in the corner, holding her knees with her hands, burying her little face inside, shivering like a little quail.

“Hasn’t Her Royal Highness always wanted to visit Novigrad?” Collier, wearing a maid’s apron, cautiously consoled her with a flattering smile, “Master Geralt will be your guide. The Queen and The king also agreed, why are you unwilling?"

"Your Highness, you should give me a sure message. Don't keep the master waiting! If you keep stalling like this, it will be time to wash your belt again when His Majesty Calanthe comes back!"

However, the threats that have been tried and tested on weekdays have no effect today.

Ciri remained indifferent, her shoulders and silver hair tied tightly with hairpins trembled slightly, and a faint sobbing sound came from her nose.

The maid glanced anxiously at the white-haired middle-aged man next to her.

The latter shook his head helplessly.

Everything went smoothly at first, and Shirley happily agreed to the invitation, saying that she would go to Novigrad with her after lunch.

However, only one noon passed.

She suddenly changed her mind.

Squatting in the corner without saying a word, neither eating nor drinking.

Geralt wanted to take her away by force, but the sadness and despair that occasionally appeared on her innocent and childish face was heart-melting.

Throughout the afternoon, he has been engaged in the business he is least good at and hates most in his life - coaxing children.

"Little singer, if you keep crying, your beautiful singing voice will almost become mute. How can you perform for the children of Gawain House? There are fifty children waiting for you to come and play games with you. Jumping rope, hide-and-seek...Boys and girls have it all." Geralt's deep voice was a little seductive,

"If you like, there are more than a dozen demon hunter teachers for you to choose from to help you kill water ghosts, evil ghosts, and even dragons."

"There is also a beautiful sorceress who will teach you wonderful magic."

"It's more interesting than staying in this small house and learning how to be a lady!"

"Roy is there too, don't you want to meet him?"

"Roy?" Upon hearing this name, Shirley seemed to be touched by a certain nerve and cried even more sadly, "Oh... Roy... If he is gone, my grandpa will be gone too!"

"What do you mean?" Geralt's heart trembled for no reason, then he shook his head and laughed, "Did you have a nightmare during your nap?"

"Woo, that's not a dream, that's not a dream! I saw it all, I can see it clearly!" She found an outlet, threw herself into the white wolf's arms and cried loudly.

Then he sniffed and spoke out the words he had been hiding in his stomach for a long time. He raised his head from time to time, and his eyes were filled with crystal tears on his picturesque little face. His chubby cheeks and small nose became Bright red.

"My grandpa, Roy, both of them are gone, woohoo!"

"Don't worry, Shirley, this is just a nightmare..." White Wolf gently patted the girl's back, "Dreams and reality are usually opposite, understand? Don't worry."

"You didn't lie to me?" Ciri looked at Geralt with hazy tearful eyes.

"Of course, I guarantee that nothing will happen to them. But now if you tell me more carefully, what did you see?"

……

The sea between the Islands and the North.

There were majestic dark clouds and thunder and lightning in the sky.

The downpour fell into the sea and was immediately swallowed up by the raging waves!

The circular fleet of fifty warships advanced rapidly in the violent storm, heading towards the port of Sintra on the other side.

The side of the ship broke through the white waves, and the sail was stretched to the extreme in the wind, revealing the coat of arms of the silver sail on a red background.

A man wearing a shiny sealskin coat and as strong as a grizzly bear was giving orders and blowing a whistle loudly on the deck.

One by one, the sailors furled the sails and masts, dropped the anchor, and hid in the cabin.

A series of actions were carried out in an orderly manner.

Six tall old men with beards hanging down their chests, wearing antlered helmets, and carrying ancient staffs stood on the bows of six ships, and their feet seemed to take root and sprout into the deck.

In the strong wind, they remained motionless, closing their eyes lightly and reciting obscure, difficult-to-pronounce incantations full of ancient charm.

The spell was dispersed in the roaring sea wind, roaring thunder, and waves lapping against the ship's hull.

A stream of emerald green magical light immediately emerged from the druid's body, meeting at the top of the huge fleet, and weaving a pair of light green translucent light shields to isolate the waves, heavy rain and strong winds.

The sound of the spell became louder and louder, faintly suppressing all surrounding sounds, and began to float over the turbulent sea!

Green magic soared into the sky, rushing into the sky where silver snakes swam and dark clouds filled the sky.

Like a little hand that only comes from a lover, gently touching and comforting, calming the anger of the sky.

The method worked quickly. Visibly to the naked eye, a hole was opened in the dark clouds that overturned the heavy rain and lightning.

A bright star and moon light shines from inside, illuminating the dark sea!

This sudden storm is quickly developing in a good direction!

"Boom!"

A huge, terrifying lightning flashed across the thick dark clouds, illuminating the entire North Sea, followed by a continuous, blood-curdling muffled thunder.

There were several hazy reflections in cloaks faintly emerging from behind the dark clouds, making strange sounds. It was the combined sounds of several men and women, which was obviously in opposition to the Druid's spell!

They gained the upper hand, and the gap where the stars shined was closed again.

The wind became even fiercer, lightning and thunder enveloped the sea, and the storm seemed to destroy the entire world.

The spells of the six druids paused and quickly became more intense!

Floating to the sky and sea.

The magic of nature weaves a huge, translucent shadow under the rolling sky of dark clouds - a huge oak tree that connects the sea and the sky.

On the emerald green leaves, lush branches, and simple bark patterns, a gentle green light flows indefinitely, exuding a calming power to soothe everything. Just a glance at it makes people feel peaceful.

Even the fury of nature faded under the influence of this force.

A few muffled groans sounded among the dark clouds!

The hazy figure in a cloak disappeared into thin air!

The violent storm, lightning and thunder then disappeared.

It was so miraculous that within a minute, the sky became cloudless again, Orion's belt was clearly visible in the starry sky, and a bright moon was reflected in the center of the calm sea.

A peaceful and tranquil scene of ships on the night sea.

"Long live! Long live Master Mossak!"

"Long live Master Yiji!"

Floun of Skellige got out of the cabin, poured a sip of strong wine into his mouth with his **** hairy hand, and burped,

"Long live! Long live the Tajik master!"

"Long live..."

Thousands of sailors on the deck shouted,

The six druids with fluttering beards looked at each other across the sails, took off their hats and poured out the water, and bowed to the cheering sailors around them. Five of them quickly faded away. Disappear into thin air.

Only Mossak was left, standing at the bow of the ship, looking at the Sintra port in the distance with his deep eyes.

"Brothers, raise the sails!" Kratz Ann Clete, a burly sea boar with messy red hair, waved his hand, with fighting intent in his eyes, "Around the Sedna Abyss and straight to Sintra! ”

"The storm cannot stop us! The Nilfgaardian beasts will be defeated!"

Between the fleet, the sailors unfurled the mast, hoisted the sail, and furled the anchor.

The ship broke through the waves smoothly.

Everyone sang a passionate war song.

“We love storms, the roaring waves, and the biting wind!”

"We have sailed across the North Sea long ago, but our flag has never fallen!"

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Our ship glides through the waves with its head held high, its reputation is frightening!"

"We laugh at our enemies and all dangers. Only at the bottom of the sea do we find peace!"

The majestic singing crosses the ocean and reaches the land!

……

“Bad news, six druids appeared on Skellige’s fleet, all sky controllers with deep magic power. They neatly eliminated the storm summoned by Weiss and the others! Their magic power backfired and they were injured. Not light." A woman wearing a fox mask was revealed in the blue light screen of the telescope, and her feminine voice could not conceal her frustration.

"And the fleet also deliberately bypassed the Sedna Abyss. I almost suspect that there is a traitor hidden in our team."

Across from the telescope, the man wearing a wolf mask glanced at the glass jar and metal cover behind him that had no effect at all, and a gloomy look flashed in his eyes.

"Will the six Sky Controllers interfere in the war in Sintra City?"

"I don't think so...Storms belong to nature, war does not." The woman said, "But when five thousand Skellige pirates enter Cintra, the timing of the empire's victory will undoubtedly be delayed by a few days. ."

"After this battle, it will be even more difficult for His Majesty's army to take down Upper Soden in one go."

The women’s complaints haven’t stopped yet.

"There is also some bad news over in the Manada Valley. Although the warriors of the empire won the victory, they also paid a heavy price - the army was reduced by more than 10,000 people, almost one for one with Sintra. This is still The result of a huge numerical advantage is simply unimaginable."

The voice of the fox mask paused,

"In addition, a mysterious figure briefly appeared on the battlefield, mastering some kind of special space spell, and killed five of our mages in a row. The only lady who survived was severely frightened."

"Are you sure you're not kidding me?" The man looked directly into the woman's eyes, his tone serious,

"I will understand the specific details after the lady regains her composure. ~IndoMTL.com~ It cannot be ruled out that it was her first time on the battlefield and she was too stimulated, resulting in traumatic syndrome."

"In short, the road to the north this time is more difficult than imagined. I hope you will deign to deign to lend a helping hand again..."

"I have taken huge risks and paid a high price," the man said in a very unhappy tone, "but your performance is really disappointing!"

"That's it for now. I'll contact you after the battle in Sintra City is over." Without waiting for the other party to say anything, he snapped his fingers and turned off the telescope.

"Lydia!"

"As you command, my lord." A woman wearing a red gauze skirt and an illusion mask came up from behind him.

"Contact Riens for me! On the day Cintra is destroyed, make sure the target is safe and sound." The wolf mask disappeared, revealing the unusually handsome face of Vilgefortz.

Even if Nilfgaard's Northern Expedition is blocked, he cannot win over the Warlock Brotherhood and seize power in the northern magic world.

But he must not miss that little angel!