The Divine Hunter

It was a cloudy morning with a strong dampness in the air.

Outside the city of Sintra, there is an endless field.

The two rulers, a group of officials of the Royal Council, and sorceresses accompanying the army were watching.

"Your Majesty East, Your Majesty Calanthe, the warriors of Sintra have been assembled." An old man with white hair, blue armor and a straight back said, "A total of more than 12,000 soldiers have been gathered. , among them nine thousand of Sintra's brothers, three thousand of Vizima's troops led by Sir John Tanaris."

In front of everyone was a piece of darkness, the soldiers of Sintra with the coat of arms of the three lions on a blue background and the army of Temeria were lined up on both sides. Flails, shields, catapults, weapons slammed into armor and made a loud noise.

Two thousand people rode on warhorses, their eyes shining like torches under their helmets.

The chilling atmosphere made the horse snort and pout uncomfortably.

The sound of drums and bagpipes echoed all around, playing the pre-war ballads.

"As long as you give an order, the army will immediately go to the Manada Valley and dig fortifications."

"Furthermore, fuel and materials have arrived at the garrison in the Ehrenwald Forest, and the brothers there are ready to die for the country."

"As soon as Nilfgaard crosses the Amer Pass, we will be informed as soon as possible."

Easter's muscular and knotted hand stroked his beard and took a step forward.

As soon as he raised his hand, the originally noisy and noisy army suddenly quieted down. The sound of drums, bagpipes, weapons colliding with armor disappeared, and the surrounding was terrifyingly quiet.

East's eyes swept across the black soldiers gently, as if there was a surging and powerful force like a volcanic eruption.

"Brothers of Sintra, I believe that everyone knows the purpose of today. The Nilfgaardians in the south have been carrying out unrighteous aggression and atrocities for a long time, starting in 1239, occupying Ebin, and then continuing to attack the heart of Sintra. Coveted."

"Now they are stationed in Mount Amer, and they can invade our homes at any time, occupy our land, burn our houses, kill our relatives, take our wealth, and spoil our women."

"Sintra's man, let me just ask, are we going to sit still?"

"Fuck his son of a bitch!"

"Drive the Nilfgaardians back home!"

"Kill all the southern barbarians!"

The army was full of people, and the mountains were roaring with tsunamis.

The tide-like shouts spread in all directions, and the entire plain seemed to have a small earthquake.

"Today, everyone who is going to Manada is a hero of the country!" East's tone sank, with an unspeakable heaviness,

"I don't want to deceive you. The number of Nilfgaardians is twice that of Sintra, and they are well-equipped and strong. Once you start a war with them, you will be injured, bloodshed, and sacrificed." Easter said slightly, choked up. "It means that a considerable number of our brothers will never see their relatives again."

"But because of this, we have to throw away our weapons and kowtow to the invaders?"

"There are no cowards in Sintra, only dead soldiers!" Beside East, Visekid raised his arms and shouted, his white hair and beard on his lips trembled, "Never surrender!"

"Fight! Fight!" The soldiers stomped on the ground with their weapons, their faces either green or rough from the sea breeze blushed with anger, their eyes widening as if they were about to breathe fire.

"Dry blood!"

"Win or die!"

East echoed hoarsely, waving his fists,

"As long as Nilfgaard dares to come, we will fight it!"

"Nilfgaardians fight for evil ambitions, and we are teachers of justice, guardians of our homeland, we have a firmer belief, the blessing of Goddess Freya, the blessing of the sea!"

"Even if we give our lives, we swear to live and die with Sintra!"

"Justice shall prevail!"

"victory!"

"victory!"

East looked around the boiling army formation, his heart was up and down, and the fists clenched in front of his chest were suddenly blue, and he couldn't help nodding.

Dressed in men's clothing, the heroic and glamorous Calanthe took a deep breath, and glanced at her soldiers and her husband, her face became firm, and her emerald green eyes were frighteningly bright.

Beside her, Triss Merigold, wearing a blue and red hunting suit, with red hair tied back, trembled uncontrollably.

"Visekid, keep everyone on guard and leave now!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The white-haired old man led the way and retired.

The other, carrying a staff and a helmet with antlers, the bearded Mossak stepped forward,

"Your Majesty, King Bran has arranged fifty warships, each with one hundred Skellige's men. They are both sailors and brave warriors."

"Skelliger's ships are advancing at full speed and will be in port in five days."

"And I have invited several old friends of the Skerry Jedruid Ring to take action to eliminate possible sea storms."

The Sintra royal family was suddenly refreshed.

Mossack nodded and paused,

"Furthermore, Evelyn, who I sent to Novigrad, sent back news that the condition of Gawain's house is consistent with Roy and Geralt's description."

"Orphans are well cared for there, educated for free, and there is no abuse or injustice."

"It's so generous even to the unfamiliar, unfamiliar child, let alone the daughter of his own destiny."

East held Calanthe's hands, and looked at each other with tenderness in his eyes, followed by a flash of determination.

Sintra's blood must not be tainted by the South!

Before the war, they arranged a way back for their only relatives, so they had no worries. This is to keep a seed for Sintra. If the war is lost, there will be hope for a comeback in the future!

Calanthe regretfully touched her belly again. She and East have tried many times, but several months have passed, and there is still no movement.

As if this were - destiny!

...

A cliff edge of a stone lake somewhere in Ebin.

An owl fluttered across a field full of haunted shipwrecks and into a window in the mottled walls of the castle.

"Pfft..." In the splendid light and a burst of pale smoke, the owl turned into a graceful human figure——

A girl in a long red velvet dress appeared in the hall, whose face was shrouded in a layer of constantly changing colors, and the long dress rustled as she walked.

Tall columns support the vaults, and from the ceiling hang huge chandeliers that look like giant spiders.

Lydia van Bradwater saw what was waiting for her,

"Lydia, come closer," a burly, handsome and noble man in a knight-style blouse sat on a throne-like chair and smiled at her tenderly, as if he didn't dislike her strange appearance at all .

"Tell me, what's in store for this fun and exciting journey?" He looked into the woman's eyes, and his voice was as sincere and sincere as ever, making Lydia fascinated.

It's a pity that there is no love that she expected.

Lydia moved her lips, but there was no sound. Her throat, like her broken jaw, had long been destroyed and mutated in that horrific experiment, and only the wave of magic power spoke for her.

The man closed his eyes and listened for a moment.

"The East of Sintra inherited the fickleness of the sea?" He raised his eyebrows.

"According to his previous performance, it is impossible to suddenly let go of his dignity. Now he is chasing spies in the city, and he is going to Vizima for help in person? This is completely different from his previous personality."

"What made him aware of the threat from the South?" he said to himself before he finished,

"Henselt, Demawi, and Vizmir II all stayed at home and watched, but Foltest wanted to support. What was the stimulus?"

He rubbed his chin, lost in thought.

"The barracks at Mag Tuga Heights has the southern magistrate unleashing magical cover, and even if he sends scouts, he sees limited information."

"The Nilfgaardian army of 20,000 people will not make the king of Temeria so jealous. Who is influencing his judgment?"

"At this juncture, 3,000 people were suddenly sent to support uncharacteristically,"

Lydia's lips moved again,

"So misfortunes do not come singly...Skelliger's fifty warships are ready to go, ready to cross the sea at any time?"

"It's an amazing speed, my original estimate will be delayed at least half a year!"

"The extra 3,000 soldiers and Skellige's fleet will undoubtedly affect the speed of Nilfgaard's capture of Sintra."

Speaking of the last words, the man's tone became indifferent, "Our plan will be blocked."

Although as an important member of the Northern Warlock Brotherhood.

But he always wanted to get more benefits from the emperor of the south.

"If Nilfgaard can't show absolute strength, what name and reason should I use to quickly unite with everyone in the Warlock Brotherhood to share the enemy."

Only a world-shattering change will allow his bold and risky proposal to pass.

His power in the Brotherhood could only be further enhanced.

"No matter who the spoilers are, they think they can disrupt the general trend, and they think that doing so will stop me, that is, they mistake the reflection on the lake for the stars in the night sky!"

He rose from the throne and walked through the corridors that surrounded the hall, the aisles where the statues were placed.

Enter a bright bedroom.

Just like a small library, there are bookshelves everywhere, and countless thick tomes are piled up, all of which are precious collections, such as the great books "The Invisible World" and "Natural Magic" by the three mages who first landed on mankind. ", "The Magic of the Ancient Races"...

In front of the desk, there is a large tank filled with azure sea water. The glass with five colors of light is full of ancient incantations. Above the glass tank hangs a dark golden round metal cover the size of a banana leaf. Full of pitted holes.

Inside the tank is a black "model boat" sailing slowly and comfortably.

The man walked to the water tank, turned his back to the woman and cast spells, his hands and fingers swiped in the air, and a cool tide surged up, filling the entire room.

An unprecedentedly strong magical light enveloped his back, forming a dazzling halo above his head, making him look like a god in the sky, and Lydia was dazzled.

She had never seen anyone with such unfathomable magic and precise magical control.

Even the most senior, five-hundred-year-old Gerhardt of Elle couldn't compare to the man in front of him, not to mention his skills far surpassed that of all warlocks.

With his waving fingertips, the magic of the entire room surged wildly.

The wind blows.

Countless tiny ripples suddenly appeared on the calm and clear water surface of the glass jar, dense bubbles drilled out of the water surface, and the water waves roared, it was a real stormy sea!

Gradually all the foam and ripples converged at one point, forming a vortex magnified thousands of times in the center of the water tank.

"Boom!"

The round metal cover suddenly released a terrifying thunder, and a cloud of black ink emerged from the hole on the upper face.

The man's short brown hair and top are blown by the wind!

The incantation is more urgent.

Jagged lightning flashed from the black cloud, connecting to the water like the tentacles of a jellyfish.

The pocket vortex, the distorted dark cloud, and the fork-shaped lightning merge to form a funnel-shaped, high-speed rotating waterspout. The model ship is instantly sucked into it, and the spindle-shaped hull is dragged up by an invisible force and enters the metal cover. under the dark clouds.

In an instant, a deafening explosion ripped through the air.

It was like some kind of signal that the "astronomical simulation" between the metal cover and the glass tank was completely over, and the water in the tank returned to calm.

The model boat is missing.

It was as if everything before was an illusion and a bubble.

"boom!"

There was a loud cracking sound from outside the library window.

Lydia hurriedly leaned over to the window and looked out—under the cliff where the castle was located, a huge wreck of a sailboat suddenly appeared on the rough dry riverbed not far away.

The hull of the ship was almost torn apart, the board was covered with scorch marks, and around the wreck were dozens of horribly dead bodies.

A flock of vultures, screeching with joy, descended to the wreckage and began to feast.

Lydia's calm gaze looked further away.

On the Gobi Desert, the wrecks of dozens of large ships are dotted, among which there are many bones and countless dead souls.

"Huh...the equipment is normal! Lydia," the man breathed a sigh of relief, "help me send a letter to remind the warlocks in the south, call the storm to stop the fleet supported by Skellige, and then drive the fleet to Seid. into the abyss."

The woman nodded, looking at him with a trace of reverence and love.

"Notify our great emperor again... No, forget it, I will write the letter myself... You go down first."

A trace of reluctance flashed in Lydia's eyes, but the man ignored her and sat directly at the desk, twitching his fingers at will.

"Respect Your Majesty Emhyr Enris,

Your most loyal allies have discovered some unpleasant surprises...Vyzima...Cintra...Skelliger...Nilfgaard's northward march may be hindered...Your planned raid must be advanced and delayed There may be more downsides…”

In front of the desk, an uncontrolled quill rubbed the paper, making a series of slight rustling sounds.

The bright magic lamp illuminated Weigofortz's extremely handsome face and a smile on the corner of his mouth.

And, the burning ambition in his eyes.