The Divine Hunter Chapter 7: Mutation

Philippa hid behind the red curtain in the corner, looking through the gap to observe the darkly lit corridor. The demon hunter and the elf lady who were having a secret conversation drew two long silhouettes on the wall.

"Maybe the Witcher Organization has united with the Scoia'tael bitch, we should take action immediately!"

"You are too sensitive. Demon hunters have always adhered to neutrality and never interfered in politics." Sigismund Dijkstra, the spy chief of Vizmir II, touched his bare head and said With glowing white skin and a huge body weighing more than 200 pounds, he looks like a pig that has just taken a bath.

"Don't forget, they once carried out a killing spree against the Scoia'tael in Novigrad. There is a deep discord between the two. The possibility of cooperation is slim."

"But they chatted for too long and even opened the secrecy barrier. It's impossible. The witcher apologized inside?"

“It’s not a decent person to talk behind your back.”

Yennefer quietly walked out from behind the saffron curtain, her violet eyes looking calmly at the two favorites of King Vizmir.

She heard it!

Philippa's face turned pale, a lot of thoughts went through her mind, and she looked carefully at the other person's expression.

No, she already knew tonight's hidden program!

Dijkstra took a deep breath, and the fat on his chest almost broke the buttons of his shirt, and his left hand quietly reached to the lower back. However, when he noticed the white-haired man who followed the sorceress and walked in, he felt pain again. Letting go with a smile and showing off your weapons in front of combat experts is tantamount to suicide.

"Don't be nervous, both of you. Although I am a quarter elf, I do not intend to help the Scoia'tael deal with their colleagues in the north." Yennefer's violet eyes cast a sarcastic light, "Philippa Madam, release your little finger and dispel the spell. Don't let an ill-timed spell ruin a friendly exchange."

Philippa sighed and exchanged a look with the fat man beside her,

"Who leaked the secret, Keira Metz's big mouth, or Triss?"

"This is not important... What is important is that Xenide Island is the temple of magic, and there should not be any **** conflicts because of differences in political stances!"

Raven-like black hair was tossed behind her head, and Yennefer said in a deep voice,

"But your reckless plan to please the northern kings is creating a war... Countless colleagues will be injured, and even we in Arethusa, a monument of magic that has stood for thousands of years, will be implicated and changed. In ruins."

"Are you teaching me how to do things, Yena?"

Philippa glared at her,

"You have always been a smart person, why can't you see the current situation..." Philippa's eyes passed through the gap in the curtain and swept across the bustling crowd in the ballroom. "More than half of them are my loyal allies from the north. Defenders, including your old lover Desmo."

"Once activated, all the traitors can be made prisoners in an instant...and you only have, tsk tsk, three warlocks and three demon hunters. The contrast between strength and weakness is so clear, what qualifications do you have to talk to me like this? ?"

She chuckled and reached out to brush away the dust on the chest of Yennefer's black silk dress, like a queen who cares about her courtiers,

"There are only two ways before you, join our action! Or surrender immediately. When the matter is resolved, I will give you a chance to prove your innocence in front of all your northern colleagues."

Yennefer raised her chin slightly to express her stance silently. As if receiving some kind of order, Geralt took a step back, twisted his waist, and clenched his right hand into a fist as big as a sandbag.

"Hey, man, I know you are very powerful, but how fast can you be as fast as magic?" A warning smile appeared on the fat face of the secret agent leader, and his small eyes were covered with flesh. "If you dare to do anything, be careful with this card. The handsome face that came to please a woman was burned into a briquette."

"If you say one more word, believe it or not, I'll kick your leg off?!"

Dijkstra twitched the corner of his mouth.

Yennefer patted Geralt's shoulder reassuringly,

"I said that we do not support the South. But I must advise you that your actions should be limited."

Philippa's face darkened,

"You like to criticize others from the moral high ground so much, why don't you persuade the traitors in the hall to surrender?"

"I'm planning to do this. But the process may not be very friendly. If you don't want to suffer, just stay by my side and listen to my instructions."

"Yena, you have long since given up your qualifications for the council and no longer serve as a royal advisor. You have neither status nor power. What gives you the confidence to speak nonsense in front of me."

Philippa sneered and shook her head disdainfully,

"Proud Madam Redanian Royal Advisor, I have always wanted to tell you, you don't think you are the only one who has allies, do you?"

Yennefer felt a strong sense of revenge in her heart and turned to look out the window. Several dark figures that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye were ghostly crossing the night sky.

……

There were endless footsteps in the hall, the air rippled, the silk fabrics of dresses rustled, and warlocks smelling of various alcoholic beverages crowded around each other. Some were biting their ears and whispering, while others were laughing.

Eller's Gerhard wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his cheeks were as blue as suffocation, his breathing was heavy, and he stroked his violent chest with one hand.

After all, humans are not long-lived elves. Even with the support of magical transformation, five hundred years has already reached the end, but a few hours of dinner left him exhausted.

Tisaya patted his back gently and looked apologetically at Rita Nieder and Triss who came together, "Please forgive me, Mr. Gerhardt has a weak heart and cannot talk to you. Too long."

"It doesn't matter, we are just here to give you a suggestion."

Triss' eyes slowly glanced at Margarita, Tisaya, and Gerhart of Elle, the three neutral warlocks with the highest status in the association.

"Wait a moment, in order to prevent Mr. Gerhardt from having a heart attack, please call Ms. Mattie Sodergren, who is proficient in medical skills, to come to the front and be ready for rescue at any time."

Tisaya thought for a while and followed her words,

"Coral, Triss, thank you for your concern. But why did you mention this suddenly? Do you know any inside story?" Aretuza's principal asked in a low voice, "Someone wants to break the rules and take action on the island? ”

No, not a human.

Coral and Triss said something in their minds.

"Wait, what is that, a seagull?" Gerhardt suddenly looked at the night sky outside the window, "Tissaya, isn't Arethusa's protective circle able to isolate all bats, insects, birds, a few... How can seagulls get close to the palace?"

"No, I can feel it. Everything is normal. There is no problem with the operation of the magic circle... Are you dazzled?"

Principal Aretuza looked out the window, his voice stopped suddenly, and his expression fell into deep confusion.

……

"I have an ominous feeling that our plan has been leaked!" Alto Terranova turned his head uneasily, spinning in circles, with his short and fat body, as if he was poking his head on the grassland. A groundhog magnified a hundred times.

"Should we call out Francesca and take action immediately?"

"It is too risky to take action now. It is best to wait until everyone enters the Gastang Palace tomorrow...the anti-magic enchantment takes effect, and our Scoia'tael allies can show their talents." Temeria's royal advisor Feikat looked around warily. Looking around, I was as nervous as ignited dynamite.

"The risk is high, but it is better than being caught. Think about it, a high-ranking member of the Wizarding Council, an advisor to King Fu, has become Emhyr's spy. What will happen if the plan fails? What awaits our generals? It's Tretorg's gallows."

"Keep your voice down! Under the pillar on the left, a mutant with three-color pupils is secretly observing us. What does he want to do?"

"Don't worry about that guy, what other outrageous things can he do in public? Wait, what is this... sound, did you hear it?"

Plop

hiss

A strange crash and a sharp scream came from outside the hall.

The two traitors looked out the window.

At the same time, among the warlocks who were enjoying themselves in the banquet hall, drinking, playing Gwent, chatting, kissing... in various forms, a few people noticed this voice.

"There's something flying outside!"

A man in a loose robe, as thin as a bamboo pole, leaned against the window and burped. Then he was startled. A strange thing flew into his eyes. It had black fluff, membrane-like wings, and scarlet eyes. The eyes, and the fangs in the huge mouth.

"It's a bat!" Dorigaray, a naturalist from Sidaris, put down his red wine glass and exclaimed, "Why didn't I discover this kind of unprecedented thing hidden in Thanede Island a few years ago?" A rare breed!"

Linus Pitt adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said with fiery eyes, "How about you cast a spell to help me catch a few and bring them back to the Cowburg to raise them?!"

"You two have unique hobbies, Hier... This bat is bigger than a human head, and maybe its fangs are poisonous." The thin mage by the window shook his head, and suddenly his expression became weird,

"Damn, why are there more and more? This is not normal! Be careful, everyone, be careful!"

A series of enchanting red lights flew out of the night, and dense shadows pulsated in the darkness.

The sea roared loudly, and the waves smashed against the walls of Thanede Island.

The brightly lit Arethusa Palace suddenly became dark and unclear.

Thousands of bats gathered in swarms at night, blocking the bright moonlight cast in the sky and covering the shining colorful glass windows on the palace wall, as if they were covering the disc-shaped Eritu Palace. Thick black scarf.

They came so quietly, and did not reveal any fluctuations in magic power. The warlocks did not notice it until they were close at hand.

But it's too late!

Zizzi!

Ultrasound waves sound like a heavy hammer in the night sky.

Screams exploded from all directions, the destructive magic of **** and abyss surged out, the exquisite stained glass windows crackled and shattered, the roots of the ivy and grapevines wrapped around the palace walls broke, and glass shards and vines fell. All over the floor.

Earthquake-like fluctuations spread from the statues of the God of Agriculture and Nymphs at the entrance of the palace to the hall.

The crystal chandelier on the ceiling shook violently, and the flames on the magic candlestick flickered, reflecting pale and painful faces.

The warlock, who had no time to prepare, was struck by the attack in an instant. He staggered around like he was drunk and fell down.

"Marty, help Gerhardt, he's having a heart attack and he's dying!" Tisaya shouted at the top of her lungs in the chaos.

What a God-given opportunity!

Feikat and Alto looked around their dizzy heads, and when they saw that no one was paying attention, their hands danced, and strong and suffocating chaotic energy emerged from their palms!

Bang!

The griffin sent Cohen, who had been staring at the two traitors for a long time, to throw out an Alder, dispelling the brewing magic, and then suddenly jumped forward like a cheetah jumping out of the grass, and delivered an uppercut. Hitting Alto's chin, the dwarf's head jerked back, flying two meters feebly and falling on the lap of a colleague, with blood spurting out of his nose and mouth.

"The witcher killed someone!"

Feikat shouted and threw a fireball. The scorching flames howled and dazzled, but it missed the air and flew five meters to ignite a tapestry embroidered with a sailing ship on the palace wall. He was too late to take the second shot. Remembering the magic, a fist grew bigger and bigger in his pupils.

Pfft!

Fekart's eyes were filled with stars, and he lost consciousness in a fog.

The next second, a swarm of dark bats flew into the hall.

The few mages who responded quickly managed to fight back, throwing colorful rays and energy **** at them, but they seemed to hit the air, passed through, and quickly faded and annihilated into nothingness.

In a hurry, the wizards had no time to release large-scale spells, and they were even more afraid of affecting their colleagues around them.

So the spread of the bat swarm is unstoppable~IndoMTL.com~In the blink of an eye, the majestic black clouds that shrouded everyone's heads fell head-on.

Several dazzling flames flashed in the hall, the sound lingered in the abyss of exclamation, the magic aura disappeared, heavy impacts, the wizards' screams of fear, and the painful groans came one after another.

Tables and chairs were flying everywhere, and drinks were everywhere.

The whole hall was a mess.

But not more than five seconds.

The riot ended and the air was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The entire Arethusa Palace fell into a thick and cold darkness, making it difficult to see.

But soon these creeping darkness gathered into a series of tall and thin people with black cloaks, sickly pale cheeks, scarlet lips, and slender figures, quietly following each participant like a shadow.

The warlock who was chatting and laughing not long ago, the most elite mage in the north, was taken away from the pot without any resistance and became a prisoner, standing motionless.

It’s difficult to move a finger, I can only stare in vain with frightened eyes

This scene is more absurd than a nightmare. Not even the most brutal Battle of Sodden Mountain could cause the Association to suffer such a heavy blow.

Ta-ta-ta!

The slow and unhurried footsteps suddenly sounded, and each step seemed to step on the hearts of the wizards.

Everyone’s eyes turned around.

The demon hunter Roy walked out of the remote corridor, his hands behind his waist, his face calm and his expression unfazed.

It's like taking a walk in your own yard.

The mysterious and powerful men in black all bowed to him sideways, with a respectful and humble attitude, and took the initiative to make way for a passage that went straight into the center of the hall.

Francesca trailed behind her in a dark green dress, her pretty face still calm, but her messy steps and rapid breathing showed her strange mood.

"I like to speak with strength."

She suddenly understood what the witcher meant.