The Divine Hunter Chapter 33: Grim Sigurd


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Under the leadership of the palace attendants, the group left the conference room and walked directly to the open-air garden on the second floor of the castle. There was a natural arena in the center of the colorful scenery, and the audience could leisurely stroll on the observation deck on the second floor. Enjoy the exciting battle.

The two rulers of Cintra sit in the center, with the druid Mossak sitting on their right.

The other messengers gathered in a circle, looking excited and talking in low voices.

Servants walked among them, handing out wine and fresh fruit.

"Dear Your Majesty, please give me some time. I have to summon the champion knight from where he is staying..." Raymond's face returned to calmness, with a faint smile, and he seemed to have won the game. of victory.

Calanthe nodded slightly,

"Sir Raymond, after the competition, I hope Toussaint can turn from darkness to light."

"If I am lucky enough to win this game," Raymond bowed slightly towards the two of them, "I also hope to hear an apology from His Majesty."

"Although I am a woman," Calanthe took her husband's arm and straightened her neck proudly, her eyes calm and confident, "but my commitment is no lighter than that of any man!"

Raymond nodded and left temporarily.

"Ester, who do you plan to send on the field, Franz, Magsivan, or Reinhard?" The queen's white and slender hands were clasped together, supporting her chin, and staring at her husband's dark cheeks. , a trace of worry flashed across his expression, "The Beauclair Knights Competition is famous all over the world... The winner of three consecutive years must have extraordinary martial arts skills, and we have to send the strongest warriors."

East smiled at his wife, his eyes flashing with fire, "Your husband is the champion of the six Skellige Islands, the seven families, and two combat tournaments... Knight competitions are only played by children over there. Game..."

"Let me personally pick the fruits of victory for you." His tone was sonorous and powerful, "Cintra needs such a victory to let these capricious guys know how powerful we are - and Cintra Forming an alliance is definitely a blessing!"

"Besides, this **** must apologize to you for his rudeness!"

Calanthe shook his head gently but firmly,

"I don't want to be a widow again, even if there is only a chance!"

While the two were discussing, a **** with a white face and loose robes walked up to East and said respectfully,

"Your Majesty, there is an audience outside the castle..."

"Who?"

"He calls himself Ravix of Four Horns in the Nameless Land..."

East's thick eyebrows wrinkled. He didn't remember that Cintra had such a territory.

The queen showed a hint of surprise on her face, and her eyes became complicated: disgust, fear, mixed with a hint of gratitude.

For a moment, memories rolled over.

Ten years ago, this "lord" who named himself Ravix violated the terms of his commission at Pavetta's blind date meeting, obstructed it, and sabotaged the original plan to marry Skellige. , let his beautiful daughter marry the "Donnie" who was cursed by the hedgehog.

Donnie was grateful to him for helping him break the curse and wanted to pay him, so the guy proposed the infamous law of accident and designated something that Donnie already owned but had no idea about - Donnie's daughter, Pa The child in Vita's belly, Ciri, as payment.

Four years ago, this Ravix came to the Cintra court again as agreed. Calanthe was worried that he would use the law of accident as an excuse to take away Ciri, so he tried his best to persuade and threaten him. But that guy didn't even look at his unexpected child, didn't ask her name or gender, and left directly.

Last year he met Ciri for the first time in Broccolion and saved her life, but sent her back to the palace, which puzzled Calanthe.

Today, he is here again...

So haunting.

It seemed that there was some deep bond between him and Xili.

The queen was terrified at the thought of this possibility.

"Drive him away!" She roared in her heart, but quickly changed her mind.

This lord of the Nameless Land has a skill that surpasses 99% of humans. He must have no problem defeating a knight champion.

And I did give him a title and identity. Although it was only in name, without any ceremony, and without any actual benefits, he was still considered a knight of Cintra and met the requirements for a duel.

Just at this time, it was delivered to your door.

"Call him up." Calanthe turned to East and smiled, "The contestants from Sintra are here."

……

The two demon hunters followed the soldiers leading the way and turned countless turns. They walked for ten minutes in the maze-like castle. After passing a door, their vision suddenly opened up. However, they entered from the slightly claustrophobic interior of the castle. The open-air garden in the center of the castle.

As soon as Roy and Geralt looked up, they saw the dark-faced and majestic king in the center of the second-floor observation deck, and a familiar woman next to him, wearing a golden waistcoat and still charming. .

They walked up.

"Lavix of Horn City Four, and this..." Calanthe was surprised when he glanced at the young man's face, "Roy, the demon hunter of the Viper School?"

"Nice to meet you, Your Majesty, it's me." Roy bowed slightly to the two men, his expression neither humble nor arrogant.

East nodded with a smile, looking at the two people from left to right - under the tight tunic, they showed wide shoulders and narrow waists, and the perfect bodies of the two with strong muscles.

He found it more pleasing to the eye than the potbellied nobles present.

He gave the initiative to his wife.

"I'm also very happy to see you... Although I don't know how you two got together, I can probably guess the purpose of your trip." Calanthe had a mysterious smile on his face, "Listen first As I said, there is a difficult challenge right in front of me. A fair, just and honorable duel requires a highly skilled 'knight'..."

"This duel concerns the honor of Cintra, only victory is allowed, not defeat."

"Lavix of Corner City Four..." Calanthe said with a slightly teasing tone, turning his eyes to Geralt, "Are you willing to participate in the competition on behalf of Cintra and defeat the man from Toussaint? Champion knight?"

"The price will definitely satisfy you."

She added another sentence.

"My good granddaughter will only meet the winner."

Geralt and Roy exchanged a look. It just so happened that he hadn't done anything with anyone in a long time.

Then warm up.

"My two majesties, Ravix of the Four Horns and Geralt of Rivia, are pleased to serve you..." He bowed and nodded to Mossak.

"Geralt, you are not missing any arms or legs. It seems you listened to my last advice. Very good!"

The Druid of the Islands laughed heartily, patted his shoulder with a palm as thick as a bear's paw, and turned to Roy with his deep eyes.

"The change in your boy is really amazing...what is he carrying on you?" His forehead was ridged, and his eyes flickered with confusion. He felt some familiar presence, but he hesitated to speak.

Roy smiled and said nothing.

Now is not the time to negotiate a deal with the Druid.

He turned around to observe and looked at all the ambassadors. I want to find the legendary big green turtle - Duke Raymond.

Suddenly, a handsome man with a graceful demeanor and fair skin walked into sight.

The man is accompanied by a majestic knight who is covered in armor.

"Your Majesty, allow me to make a grand introduction to you." Raymond walked over with the knight, with a hint of pride on his face, "This is my bodyguard for this trip, Toussaint's Grimm, knight errant and three-time champion of the Knights' Tourney."

"He once single-handedly wiped out a group of bandits that had been entrenched in Toussaint for several years."

"Money, fame and fortune are like a passing cloud to him. I was lucky enough to win him once in the Gwent competition, so I asked him to accompany me on this journey."

Everyone present could not help but be moved.

Roy stood beside the two majesties and looked at them quietly.

Grim is a tall knight who is fully clothed. His dark golden armor makes a clanking sound when he walks.

The shoulder armor, chest armor, hip guards, arm armor, and gloves are all available. The gaps in the exquisite and elegant plate armor are connected by pieces of black leather armor.

Below the belt, a tight-fitting black leather skirt is exposed.

His helmet is dark gold in color, with a pair of raptor-like wings on the top. The opening on his face is in a "Y" shape, revealing sharp eyes and a half-open mouth.

However, the most eye-catching thing is a sheathed sword that he drags with both hands on the ground. It is at least one and a half meters long. With the "click-click" sound of his long metal shoes hitting the ground, it falls on the soft grass of the garden. Drag out a conspicuous trace.

Grim Sigurd

Age: 35

Gender: Male

Identity: Champion of the Beauclair Knights Tourney, knight errant (a vigilante with a passion for justice who takes chivalry as his duty)

Life: 100

Attributes:

Strength: 10

Agility: 10

Physique: 10

Perception: 6

Will: 8

Charm: 7

Spirit: 5

Skills:

Longsword Specialization lv10, Polearm Specialization lv10, Riding lv8, Basic Long Range Weapon Specialization lv6, Military Training (Passive Solidification)

……

"Dear Your Majesty East, Queen Calanthe, I can stand in front of you two today." The knight took off his helmet, revealing a blond, brown-eyed, mature, resolute, and handsome face. He lowered his head. , knelt down on one knee, "Grim is honored."

His voice is full of energy, enthusiasm and vitality.

"Well, what a knight-errant..." East nodded at him. His muscular body, which is over 1.9 meters tall, fits the image of a warrior in the hearts of the islanders. "Can you tell me your real name and heraldry?" ."

"Swear on my honor..." Grimm knocked on his chest with his armored fist, "A knight errant cannot reveal his true name and heraldry."

East nodded and did not force it.

"I hope that your majesties will grant it and allow me to compete with the strongest warriors in Cintra. Just to learn and hone my skills and determine the winner."

"You are so brave, Knight Errant Grim, since you sincerely make your request, your opponent will be the strongest swordsman in Cintra——"

East turned to Geralt next to him, "Lavix from Corner Four!"

The knowledgeable ambassadors around him were suddenly astonished. They had more or less heard of the knight errant of Toussaint, but this Ravix, with his skin color and hair like an albino, Stiff cheeks, amber vertical pupils, no one heard of the Four Horns City.

It really left everyone confused and looking at each other at a loss.

The witcher lord?

"Lord Ravix, he is also a swordsman who travels all over the world and eradicates evil..." Calanthe smiled, green sparks ignited in his eyes, "The gangsters who died on his hands were unknown. In fact, he even harvested the heads of many bloodthirsty monsters."

Grim's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at the white wolf, his eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit, but his expression was calm, which made people feel good.

He and Geralt nodded to each other, and he saw something unusual in the white wolf's posture, momentum, and eyes.

"Your Excellency, do not hold back. Going all out is the greatest respect for the Knight Errant. I swear on my honor that I will do my best."

"As you wish."

After a while, a referee ushered the two sides into the circle in the center of the garden. Before that, for the sake of fairness, Grim Sigurd took off all his plate armor and stacked them neatly outside the field.

Archduke Raymond sat next to Mossack.

At Calanthe's signal, Roy sat on her right hand and turned his eyes to the unsheathed sword in Grimm's hand.

This sword is unusual - the blade is light golden in color, wide and thin, and has no health groove. The hilt of the sword has more than three grips, and there is an oval black weighted ball at the head of the pommel. There is a 30 centimeter bladeless section on the body of the sword.

Roy could imagine that this must be used to hold it and launch a thrust when charging.

According to the structure of the sword, its attack method should be mainly slashing.

The dim sunlight shines through the patio.

The huge slashing sword has a smooth blade that reflects golden light.

It shows the solemn face of the knight.

Geralt shook his wrist and made a sword dance, his white hair flying behind his head.

The two faced each other in silence five meters apart.

Geralt's long sword stood at an angle at his waist, with the tip pointed directly at Grim's neck, in a plowing position.

And Grim held the sword on his shoulder like a knight's lance, with his front and back legs separated and his body slightly bowed.

It forms a very oppressive and explosive arch.

……

The two of them walked tentatively around each other a few times, getting closer and closer.

Roy thought Geralt would make a quick decision, but his expression became more solemn. It was as if he was fighting a well-matched opponent.

"Shua——"

The knight launched the attack first!

"Ha!"

A shocking roar!

Grim wielded his giant sword and was slashing at the white wolf head-on. The blade, which was as wide as the palm of his hand, made a "whooshing" sound through the air in motion, and the hill-like shadow moved towards the demon hunter. Chest pressed down.

Geralt tapped his toes lightly and took a small step toward the right rear of the sword blade. At the same time, he stretched the steel sword forward and slashed down!

Slash Grim's left arm.

The knight seemed to have expected it. Halfway through the slash, he suddenly changed his stance and blocked the sword to the right like a shield.

The moment he changed his moves, some weird power in the air enveloped his body, and his movements doubled as fast.

"Bang!"

The giant sword and the steel sword collided violently, and sparks shot out from the two weapons.

They separated as soon as they touched each other, and each of them stepped back.

No one took advantage.

Geralt's expression changed, and the power coming from his hand was beyond expectation, as if the attacker was not an ordinary person, but a similar beast or a hybrid beast.

But the experienced witcher quickly got into his own attack rhythm. His steel sword was as light as a feather and his agility was as agile as a cheetah. He circled Grim and kept hitting the back of the knight's hand and elbow at tricky angles. Department, shoulders.

Forcing him to abandon his sword and surrender.

However, Grimm came first and blocked it.

At a certain moment, the demon hunter's attacking sword was knocked away again.

Grim suddenly took a deep breath, and an invisible vortex rolled up on the ground behind him, and he launched a continuous counterattack.

If he was a towering fortress during the previous defenses, now the fortress collapsed, and huge waves surged from behind the ruins.

No tricks, plain strength and speed.

Grim struck sword after sword, slashing diagonally, slashing vertically, stepping forward, marching forward, the whole grassland was filled with the "bang bang" explosion of sword blade clash, roars, bursting sparks, and The violent sword shadow opens and closes.

The white wolf is like a big tree bent down by the strong wind, constantly blocking, rolling, and struggling to maintain balance.

His face was as gloomy as water.

He is not as slow as a witcher.

He had more than ten opportunities to strike at Grim's exposed weakness.

My body doesn’t obey orders and always slows down a beat.

The huge pressure on his chest made him breathless.

Another demon hunter in the audience has been watching Grim and discovered something unusual - when he swung his sword, the knight's physical fitness strangely increased significantly, including strength, agility, and physical fitness. The three attributes have doubled, exceeding twenty points, and become inhuman.

In the demon hunter's senses, the huge slashing sword is continuously gushing out streams of golden flames, like boiling and burning blood, lingering around the knight's body.

Roy seemed to be delusional.

A golden figure covered in body roared behind Grim, his blond hair flying like an angry lion, and he swung his sword with him.

It makes him look like a **** descending to earth, powerful and powerful!

At the same time, the twisting flames filled the air, locking Geralt from a distance, restraining and oppressing his body.

Grim became more courageous as he fought, unleashing a combat power far beyond his true level, but the Demon Hunter was restrained at every turn.

Roy's heart became more and more solemn. There is no doubt that this sword has great origins!

Staring at it, his eyes became profound.

Sigurd, the Sword of Justice

Type: Horcrux

Material: Adamantite, lava, meteorite, leather, pine wood, soul.

Characteristics: Weight 6.06 pounds, handle length 1 foot (0.3 meters), blade 4.26 feet (1.3 meters),

Enchanting——

Power of the Ancestors: Summons the souls of the ancestors of the Sigurd family to possess you. Your strength, agility, physique, and will will be extraordinary improved, but your physical energy will be extremely consumed.

Transformation: Sigurd, the Sword of Justice, can be switched to Solarion, the Spear of Courage, at any time.

Regeneration: The weapon will automatically repair wear and tear.

Horn of Victory: After defeating and killing an opponent, the sword wielder will be lightly healed.

Judgment: The sword holder is regarded as a target of heresy, evil, and enemies, and will be judged by Sigurd. Having committed an unjust crime leaves a sense of guilt in the heart, and the stronger the impact.

Burning:?

Note: This Horcrux was forged by the founder of the Sigurd family and can only be used by family blood.

As a price for gaining power, from the moment you hold it, you will no longer be able to use other weapons for life, and after death, your soul will become a part of it.

Inscription: Justice and courage are better than thousands of armies!

……

"Hiss..." Roy gasped. The power of this weapon is not much compared to his own bound weapons, but - "Similar to the Book of Shadows, Horcruxes are so evil. Son?"

Is this a blessing or a curse?

Roy licked his lips, his heart starting to move. Then he took a deep breath and suppressed his restlessness. Whether to swallow or not depends on his personal will, not desire.

……

The battle is going on in the field, and the audience is also exchanging words off the field.

"Haha, your majesties, it seems that my knight is superior..." Seeing the one-sided scene in the field, Raymond couldn't help but touch the beard on his upper lip and laugh heartily. He seemed to have seen this. The lioness of Sintra bent down to apologize with a bright face.

He was so excited that after his victory, he immediately gathered five lovers to have a night of fun!

Not far away, Fedor, the master of Rivia with a long beard, and Crody, the ambassador of Verdon, couldn't help but nodded slightly in agreement.

"Your Excellency, it is too early to speak." Calanthe shook his head, his face still calm, "Who can determine the outcome until the end. In my opinion, the two knights just have different styles, one is good at attacking, One leans conservative. There is no significant difference."

"But Grim Knight's attack will not last long!"

Calanthe's words are like some kind of signal!

The invisible golden flame lingering around Grim was suddenly extinguished. He trembled all over and sweat poured out of his forehead!

Grim secretly thought that it was not good, and the slashing sword stood on his chest like a shield.

However, the experienced Geralt immediately caught the flaw and exploded with unimaginable speed.

He stood on tiptoes and circled around the knight in an agile and graceful manner.

In the courtyard, the figure of the white wolf changes rapidly in the light and shadow, as if presenting a beautiful tango.

The long sword drew a circle in mid-air following his dancing figure.

He put it on the knight's neck without leaving any trace.

Goose bumps appeared on the skin between Grim's neck.

Fan Ran released his weapon.

"I declare that the winner of this duel is Ravix of Corner Four!" the referee shouted.

Everyone on the viewing platform suddenly stood up, with expressions of admiration on their faces, and loud applause rang out.

"By the honor of a knight, you are the most powerful swordsman I have ever challenged!"

In the scene, Grim Sigurd bowed respectfully to the witcher. His body was trembling involuntarily, his breathing was as heavy as a pneumonia patient, his face and blond hair were soaked with sweat, and his whole body was covered with sweat. The man looked extremely tired, with only one pair of eyes shining brightly.

"It is really a great honor for me to fight with you!"

"You are very powerful. As an ordinary person... you can push me to that level." Bai Lang shook hands with him, wiped away the cold sweat, and almost capsized in the gutter. "But I'm curious. Your skills have improved by leaps and bounds just now..."

"To be honest," the knight showed the sword to the demon hunter. The sword reflected a dazzling golden light, "This sword has been a treasure passed down from generation to generation in my family. It possesses all kinds of incredible powers. It is not something that ordinary iron can do." Comparable!"

……

On the observation deck on the second floor, Grand Duke Raymond looked miserable and sat back in disbelief. He couldn't understand why his knight errant's condition suddenly took a turn for the worse when he was clearly at a huge advantage.

The situation is reversed!

Did this Grimm do it on purpose to embarrass me?

With suspicion, Raymond couldn't help but look at the knight errant with a hint of sinisterness.

"Your Excellency," Calanthe said with a cheerful smile on her face, but she had achieved her goal and did not say any sarcastic words, "The victory has been decided, and you should fulfill your promise."

Feeling the bright eyes from the ambassadors of other countries, Raymond suddenly blushed and bent down to salute the two majesties.

"I'm sorry, East and Calanthe, I was offended by my words. Please forgive me for my recklessness and ignorance!"

"Yes." Calanthe turned around, still looking at him with burning eyes.

"I will leave Cintra immediately after tonight. I swear by my status as Toussaint that I will definitely convince Henrietta if Nilfgaard does something unjust!"

"Toussaint will definitely not be complicit in this!"

"With so many pairs of eyes staring at me, I hope you will do what you say!"

Raymond was silent.

"Your Majesty~IndoMTL.com~The meeting is over and we have enjoyed the wonderful competition. It is time for us to say goodbye." Fyodor led a group of envoys and bowed to East and Calanthe,

Raymond, with a straight face, called away Grim Sigurd, who was having a heated chat with the White Wolf,

"Your Majesty, take care!"

"After returning to the country, we will definitely try our best to ask the king to send troops to support."

East stretched out his hand toward the people’s retreating figures, then took it back with a sad expression.

I haven’t been able to convince this group of people for two months, so it’s useless to say more now.

In the blink of an eye, the noisy garden became almost empty.

……

Calanthe squeezed her husband's hand and comforted him, then looked at Geralt who was approaching and smiled happily, feeling the depression in his chest disappear.

"Two masters, come this way. Now it's my turn to fulfill my promise. I believe you also have something to say!"


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