The Divine Hunter

Early morning on January 1, 1263.

After a delightful New Year's Eve at Gawain's House, Cohen and Geron Molluy from Griffin, Roy and Leto from Snake, Geralt from Wolf, and Lambert from Cat , Aiden arrived at Mount Amer through the portal.

Before that, everyone had made adequate preparations: food, drinking water, one-time teleportation props, potions and bombs to deal with all possible crises.

...

The wind blew the smog away, and the sun pierced through the clouds, making the snow-covered mountaintops sparkle.

Wearing thick cloaks, they were in this tall, jagged, snow-covered Amer Mountain, and they trotted along the steep Klamat Pass between the ridges and cliffs, and a tan griffin was sentry in the sky ahead, sharp His eyes have a panoramic view of every corner of the mountains.

to find the rumored Heinkawij Castle.

In terms of its vast territory, Amer Mountain is far inferior to the Flying Dragon Mountains or the Blue Mountains.

However, the low temperature of this icy and snowy land is breathtaking. There are very few wild animals covered with thick down in the snow, and even a witcher can only relieve the bone-chilling cold with constant exercise.

They rested several nights in the woods between the canyons.

On the fifth day, I followed Golphin's guidance to this ruthless mountain range, especially the highest point - the solemn and precipitous mountain "Gorgon". It sits on the jagged outline of the Amer Mountains like an angular obelisk.

In the middle of this obelisk, stands a zigzag-shaped city wall from top to bottom, in which four high towers and some small turrets with exquisite decoration are integrated with the city wall, and the wall is covered with white frost flowers.

The griffin flapped its wings and descended to the top of the central tower, crawling on the ground like a buffalo, looking around with alert eyes and watching for everyone.

The witchers stepped on a slope and came to the suspended iron gate. From a distance, the ice edge had frozen the gate and the city wall together.

"Hein Kaweihe, the castle of the Bear School." Cohen said with emotion, "The scale is not inferior to that of Kyle Siren in its heyday, but it is a pity that it is now in ruins."

There should have been a spacious and flat training ground between the castles, but now they are all buried in snow.

"Our golden age has become a thing of the past." Jielon shook his head,

"Don't say such disheartening words." Lambert shook his head with a cheered expression, "Think of the Gawain House, our era has clearly not begun!"

"Less blood." Aiden made a silent gesture, took out a bottle of "Cat" and swallowed it.

"Grumbling."

After swallowing continuously, the seven pairs of eyes flickered with dim light.

An ankle-covered pit was left in the snow, and the crowd waded through the walls, gates, corridors and stairs.

...

The dark and dead hall strictly inherited the rough and simple style of the witchers, except for a few wolf, grizzly and elk head specimens hanging on the wall, without any ornate decorations.

Several dark and towering stone pillars supported the ceiling, and the cold and faint wind passed through them without any hindrance.

The six people quickly searched the neighborhood. A few tables, chairs, sofas, and candlesticks were covered with thick dust. The fireplace was empty, and even the cold air from the chimney had formed a layer of ice.

Apparently, this castle has been uninhabited for a long time, which seems to be different from Geron's dream.

While disappointed, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly divided into three teams to continue to explore the castle.

Roy followed Geralt up the hall's west corridor.

"Dude, according to your hunch, is there any gain from this trip?" White Wolf suddenly asked in a hoarse voice, "Elan, or even Ai Jia?"

This time, he also came to bear the heavy responsibility of the old man of Vesemir.

Founders are essential to all schools.

"There should be." The twinkling pupils of different colors swept across the empty and dim corridor,

Roy said, "As long as you walk by, you will leave traces. Geron's dreams will never come out of nowhere."

As proof, the witcher suddenly tensed up near a room on the second floor of the castle.

A pale green ribbon appeared in front of him, filled with the breath left by some kind of living creature, the witcher moved his nose, and faintly smelled a faint fragrance from inside.

"The pheromone of insects?"

Roy and Geralt exchanged glances.

"Shhh-"

Outlined by five fingers, golden and dark rays of light surged, and the two bodies were covered with double magic shields.

Holding a silver sword, arching his waist on his toes, he fell silent like a cat, and quietly approached the bedroom with the open door.

Then, out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced into the room.

Unlike the corridors and halls, the walls of the rooms are covered with layers of insulating moss.

And on the innermost wall, there is a ghost-like silent monster-two huge, phosphorescent eyes, slender legs, and the central dragonfly-like long and narrow body, as if A lit candelabra that looks like it's drilled straight out of a broken slate wall.

Koschei

Age: 36

Gender: Male

Health: 250

Attributes

Strength: 22

Agility: 28

Constitution: 25

Perception: 10

Will: 6

Glamour: 3

Spirit: 8

Skill:

Carapace (Passive Curing): The hard carapace covering most of the body is invulnerable and immune to considerable physical damage.

Corrosion lv6: Minions carry corrosive venom, which can corrode flesh and bones.

Regeneration lv5: Kosschei has an extremely tenacious vitality, and most of the organs and tissues in the body are no longer the key, and can be regenerated after being damaged.

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The two stood silently for a moment.

Geralt rubbed his left palm between his neck.

Roy stretched out his hand and waved, the long sword disappeared, and on his right hand there was a hand crossbow with a delicate shape and a cold murderous aura.

At the same time, the five fingers of the left hand outline the blue spell.

"Whoosh-"

"Z-"

The sound of breaking the air and the sound of current surging broke out one after another.

An arrow hit the eye of the candelabra, strengthening the giant's wrath and giving the arrow an unimaginable penetrating power and impact. Its eyeballs did not have the hard carapace covering the body, and instantly burst like a watermelon.

The green slurry spread all over the body, emitting strange fluorescence.

In the hiss of pain and anger, eighteen pairs of slender feet straightened at the same time!

Before it could respond, a purple electric light flashed across the air, hitting the candelabra in the center.

A bright yellow electric arc jumped between the slender limbs, its roar turned into a howl, froze in place, trembling like a convulsion.

And Geralt stepped forward with a silver sword, twisted his body, and the tip of the sword slashed at the tentacles above its head.

However, it quickly recovered from its rigidity, blocked the blade with one paw, jumped off the wall, and jumped in front of the white wolf, its slender feet spinning like windmills.

The air neighs under the claws!

Geralt slumped under the worm, the timing was just right, the worm's feet smashed the Quinn's shield, but it didn't stop there.

As Geralt rolled to his feet, the long sword drew a thin and deep sword mark on its soft abdomen.

Green blood rustled to the ground.

The ground was corroded and smoked.

The worm suddenly tightened its feet, and jumped on the ground with a whimper. It turned its direction instantly, and its sharp claws attacked Geralt like the tentacles of an octopus.

But its back was exposed to Roy.

"Whoosh-"

"boom!"

A silver light, a flaming fireball erupted at its tail one after another.

The shock wave of the fireball explosion and the thrust of the crossbow arrow knocked its body flying, and it stumbled into the wall, screaming mournfully!

The smell of barbecue was in the air.

Geralt took the opportunity to stab it at its fully exposed left eye!

It's completely blind.

The demon hunter with different pupils attacked with his sword.

Five seconds later, Koschei was attacked by the two witchers, and the wailing disappeared completely.

"Shuh-" The silver light was like a shuttle.

A mouthparts with intertwined fangs and a blood-spitting multipedal corpse landed at Roy's feet.

Kill Koschei, experience +280, witcher lv10 (1000/8500)

...

"Have you seen this thing?" Roy crouched down and tried to cut its body, thinking that there should be a large mutant in it, "There seems to be no such thing in the witcher books."

Geralt shook his head, "The witcher is just an experienced monster killer, not a professor of rare biology."

"But this thing feels weird to me...not like an Angorag worm or a crab spider, it's a little...unnatural."

The two worked together to dismember Kosschei, and in addition to a large green mutant, they also took out a long metal plate from its body.

It is deeply embedded between the carapace and flesh of the amphipod, and its surface is engraved with a line of unidentified text - UL Ex IX 0022.

"No. 22... Is there still No. 18 and No. 19?" Roy raised his eyebrows, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart, "It came from some unlucky ghost, or did it accidentally swallow it?"

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