The Divine Hunter

"God-level Demon Hunter ()"!

In the afternoon of the next day, the light was gray, the sky of the baronial La Valledi was covered with mist from the Pontar River, and the air was humid and salty with the smell of fish and aquatic plants.

A member of the Sea Scorpions, Elf Lady Evelyn and Cantilla of Zerekhan left the Baron's Castle, escorted by an officer.

The hair of the two was wet, and apparently they had just been groomed not long ago. The sour smell of not taking a bath for a long time was swept away, the cumbersome shackles under their feet were removed, and the dirty and greasy prison uniforms were replaced by clean and tidy clothes.

The whole person has a new look.

"Two little bitches, you are lucky, the young master woke up in time, and the master is not going to bother with you anymore." Officer Dylan pushed the two behind him, full of foul language, "Now bring you guys quickly. Give me the things you want, leave the baroniality within three days, go wherever you want, but remember not to come back! Otherwise, you will not be greeted by a dungeon, but by two coffins!"

"Did you eat big shit for lunch? Your mouth stinks more than shit!" The black-haired witcher came out from behind the tower not far away, Anjin's eyes flashed a fierce light, and he squeezed his fingers for bursts of crisp sound. , "Now take your disgusting claws away from these two ladies. They are no longer prisoners you torture and bully. If you touch it again, I guarantee you will turn into a pile of rotten meat!"

Hearing this, the officer's face suddenly turned blue and red, as if his throat was choked by a mouthful of rice, he grinned, but when he thought of the terrifying experience of hitting a ghost last time, his face changed greatly, and he swallowed this breath alive. . Not even a word to refute.

On the opposite side, seeing this, the rebellious Madam Zerekan suddenly stuck out her tongue to him and made a vicious gesture of wiping her throat.

...

"Evelyn, Cantila, how does it feel to be free again?"

Roy watched the officer return to the castle, smiled happily, and walked side by side to the two ladies.

"I knew you wouldn't give up on us, that's enough!" Cantila hooked the witcher's shoulder enthusiastically, and stuck it up, "You caught the real murderer and washed away our grievances, right? Baron Madam also gave a large amount of compensation."

Roy nodded, knowing that the so-called real murderer was just the devil Shim he made up to meet. The thing about Master Mirror was too bizarre to convince the old baron.

It is estimated that the sea scorpion will not believe this story.

"By the way, where did Frost go?" Roy looked around,

It was confirmed that there were only two ladies present, but the last member of the Sea Scorpion, the Clown Floz, was nowhere to be seen.

"Froz he..." Cantila lowered her head suddenly, and the smile on her face disappeared.

There was a trace of sadness in Evelyn's eyes, and she remained silent.

Then the witcher noticed the three linen sacks behind the woman and moved his nose.

A body bag smelled of burning heat.

The other has a strong floral fragrance.

Finally, with the smell of fresh carcass mildly rotting.

"What's in here?"

"Floz's body..." Cantila sighed heavily, "Last night, just after the servants in the castle notified the real murderer, Floz bit his tongue and committed suicide..."

"Are you sure it was suicide?" Roy looked bad, "Didn't someone in the castle kill him?"

Evelyn shook her head and recalled, "Actually, he didn't want to live for a long time, but he was unwilling to die with grievances. Now that the truth is revealed, he went to accompany Corinthian."

The witcher was stunned. He tried his best to challenge the person who was rescued by Master Mirror, but he actually cut himself off? !

"So these two sacks contained the bodies of Corinth and Ammos?"

Corinthian the flame-breather was also a member of the Sea Scorpions, but was burned at the stake by the baron long ago, and his charred body was seen on display in the square by the witcher.

And Amos was once buried in the flowerbed by the pair of dogs and men.

"That's right, we're going to take the corpses and bury them together after we leave the city. It's also a last-ditch effort for the three old friends."

The atmosphere was a little dignified for a while.

Roy stared at the lifeless linen bag on the ground, and could vaguely see the outline of the deformed corpse inside.

He had a trace of sympathy for what happened to Floz, and he was also faintly angry.

Witnessing the unjust death of his lover, this guy never thought of taking revenge on the Baron Barron who gave the cruel order?

Would rather cut myself off than dare to live, accumulate strength to avenge the lover, this is undoubtedly the performance of cowards!

Then the witcher shook his head in a self-deprecating manner. He had no right to laugh at this poor man.

The clown Froze, a lowly acrobat, with what power can he avenge such a powerful aristocrat as a baron?

As the most common of the countless civilians in Temeria, even though he was regarded as a waste of time by the nobles of the kingdom, there were only a few who dared to stand up and give up their lives to resist.

And those who resist, almost all become robbers and robbers in the mountains.

...

"Go this way..." The Elf Lady led the way, while the Witcher followed her with a sack and Cantila.

"This is not the direction of the tavern, where are we going now?" the witcher asked curiously.

Aveline didn't look back, she fluttered her short black hair that was ruffled by the wind, and asked nonchalantly, "Roy, although Floz died, we all remember your kindness in running back and forth to wash away the grievances of the sea scorpion... ...I will definitely repay you in the future."

"I emphasize again, there is no need for repayment between friends! Wait, why is it in the future?"

The witcher's lips moved, and the Zerekan girl beside him suddenly came over and took his arm.

"Evelyn is right, the people of the giant dragon will repay their kindness. You rescued me from the dark dungeon, and I owe you a life... Roy, I am willing to be your right-hand man and wield a sharp edge for you. The machete. Of course, I can do a lot of things, and you will be satisfied!"

Saying that, the girl of Zerekan suddenly licked her red lips provocatively, and stretched out her hands in front of the witcher, showing off her bronze-colored skin, her body like a leopard, and her high nose and deep eyes. With thick lips and mysterious tattoos on both cheekbones, she exudes a wild, exotic beauty all over her body.

"Although your body is not as strong as the people of the dragon, your face is very handsome."

She spoke to the witcher seriously.

"Roy..." Evelyn explained, "Kantila's hometown is far to the east of the Blue Mountains. The people are brave and good at fighting, skilled in fighting skills, loyal and reliable. It is no exaggeration to say that every Zerekan person is He is an excellent mercenary. Many big businessmen and government officials hope to hire a Zerekan bodyguard."

"Then?"

"Don't worry, the most important thing is that the people of Zerekan are simple and honest. Because you saved Cantila's life, she is willing to become your mercenary for free in return for saving her life."

"Evelyn missed a point. The dragon's daughter is unmatched in other places except on the battlefield." Cantila puffed out her chest with confidence and promoted herself.

"Uh, are you sure this is the bodyguard thug, not the little wife who warms the bed?"

Are all Zerican's women so bold?

Roy complained in his heart, avoiding Cantila's aggressive eyes, he thought of the Three Jackdaw Borch, who once had an intersection with Geralt, and the legendary golden dragon in human form who has been with him all the time. A pair of Zerican sisters.

The two sisters are not only skilled, but also quite proficient in certain skills. He even had a hearty four-person bath tub with his master San Jackdaws and the experienced White Wolf.

"Sorry, Cantila, the witcher doesn't need bodyguards..." Roy took a deep breath. He really couldn't imagine hiding behind a woman when he was fighting water ghosts and corroders in the wild. What kind of man is he? ?

He shook his head.

"The witcher hates Cantila? Do you think I'll be a burden and hold you back?" In order to prove herself, the Zerican woman unbuttoned her coat to reveal a piece of delicate skin, which Roy discovered. Under his collarbone was a savage slit like a centipede, and further down, a cyan scorpion was tattooed on the rounded edge, which was lifelike and looked both sexy and dangerous.

"This wound was left by me hunting a venomous scorpion in Zerekan... The scorpion was bigger than a buffalo and stronger than a grown man, but I killed it alone, and this tattoo represents merit. In addition, the recent I have been wandering around with the acrobatic troupe for a few years, and I have also killed thugs with bad intentions, cunning beasts... As long as you give me a machete and a pair of crossbows, I am definitely a qualified fighter!"

"Kantila, I have never questioned your ability. You are an excellent fighter. There is no doubt... er... Button up your clothes first!" Roy turned his head and said solemnly, "In my opinion, the two are Friends who can sit together by a bonfire drinking and chatting, while mercenaries and employers are subordinates... That's not equal, and it's not suitable..."

"I don't care what kind of relationship it is." Cantila suddenly wrapped her muscular arm around Roy's arm, "As far as I know witchers often fight dangerous creatures, that's exactly what I want— Hunting more monsters, getting more exploits, getting beautiful tattoos, what's more meaningful than that?"

The girl of Zerican said, her gray pupils seemed to glow.

"But you have a better way out, how about my advice?" The witcher quietly pulled his arm out of the Zerekan girl's arms. He didn't want a woman to compete with him for experience.

"Didn't the baroness compensate you for a sum of money, why didn't you two use the money to reorganize the Sea Scorpion Acrobatic Troupe?"

"It's too late..." Aveline pursed her red lips, her pretty face showing a trace of reluctance, "The members of the group died, they were scattered, only the two of us were left, and we couldn't even put together a complete performance. I have also discussed with Cantila, and after the burial of the Frozs, we will go our separate ways."

"Kantila has no other reliable acquaintances in the North Kingdom, and it would be great if you were willing to accept her."

"This has to be discussed with Leto and the others!" Roy pondered, "But Aveline, why did you suddenly separate after years of friendship?"

"My comrades wouldn't mind having two more people in the team, it's not a problem to take you all the way to Novigrad. The city of Liberty is extremely prosperous, and there will never be a shortage of work to do there. And in the next few years... I don’t think there will be too many problems, and life and entertainment are much richer and more exciting than the baronies.”

"Sorry, Roy, I have other plans," Evelyn sighed looking at the sky, her eyes became firm, "I'm going home!"

"go home?"

"Aveline is from the Valley of Flowers and the Blue Mountains... the edge of the world in the northern population," Cantila explained to her sister, "She should have mentioned it to you."

Hearing this familiar and unfamiliar place name, the witcher rubbed his temples, and the memories rolled in his mind.

The Valley of Flowers, also known as Dole Brettana, is located under the Blue Mountains, east of Roy's hometown of Posada's village of Caye.

The Valley of Flowers belonged to the elves centuries ago. After humans entered and occupied it, they turned it into the eastern border of the Kingdom of Aedirn, and drove the aboriginal Ain Shidi elves into the Blue Mountains.

However, to this day, elves still often go down the mountain to make trouble in human fields, stealthily learn their planting techniques, and try to regain the land.

Therefore, the two forces of human beings and elves have been fighting endlessly in the Valley of Flowers all the year round, and with the approach of the Northern War, the fighting has intensified.

When it comes to the Valley of Flowers, I have to mention another person, the elf warlock, Francesca Findabe, the future elf queen.

He is also one of the masterminds of the current Baihua Valley elves.

...

"Why do you suddenly want to go back?" Roy asked, "Because of Froz and Corinthians?"

The elf lady was silent, suddenly stopped, and turned her eyes straight ahead.

Only then did the witchers realize that they had entered a narrow alley.

He followed Evelyn's gaze, and when he swept across the innermost wall of the alley, the dark gold pupils suddenly shrank into prisms—

There were suddenly four uninvited guests on the wall.

They squatted firmly on a man-high wall, headed by a... elf, with a faint hint of dark blue in his black hair, angular facial features, big and bright eyes, and a pair of pointed Ears, a tight green cotton armor, and a slender long sword hanging from his waist.

Roy held down the trembling pendant and tightened his body quietly.

Observation told him that the four were all elves from the mountains, belonging to the most typical ancient race, the pure Ain Shidi.

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