The Divine Hunter

"The prison is still left to yourselves..."

As soon as the Demon Hunter finished speaking, the leading soldier silently pulled out the matching sword, and a group of colleagues around him also grinned and raised their uniform long swords to close the encirclement inward, compressing the two Demon Hunters step by step. range of activities.

The absolute numerical advantage made them feel that the witcher would never resist.

And the two witchers in the encirclement looked at each other,

"It's so... deceiving! I've had enough!"

The young witcher cursed,

The next moment, the soldier who was facing his back suddenly felt his eyes dazzled, and the target jumped back lightly like electricity, and the hilt of the sword slammed back into the soldier's abdomen. A sharp pain struck, and the soldier fell to the ground without any reaction at all.

The soldier beside him swung his blade towards the witcher, but he easily avoided him. Then he twisted and turned around again, and the scabbard blade slammed into the soldier's face.

"Too fast..." This was the last thought that flashed through my mind, and the second soldier fell to the ground without a word.

The whole street exploded in an instant, and I don't know who screamed, and the pedestrians passing by began to roll and scramble to escape the battle circle.

The soldiers glanced in horror at their fallen colleagues, then tightened their bodies, held the blade, and stabbed towards the center.

Then, Guvihir swept across the air, uttering bursts of joyful groans, the sword refracted, and even the sunlight was eclipsed.

The two witchers didn't see any fancy movements, just shuffled around in the soldiers like ghosts a few times, and the hilts and scabbards in their hands danced irregularly.

After less than five seconds, a group of soldiers scattered like ant colonies scorched by boiling water.

And six of them had already fallen to the ground, some of them wailed heart-to-heart according to their body parts, while others fainted directly, but their slightly undulating chests spoke of their life that had not yet withered.

Seeing that the soldiers had retreated, the two witchers did not attack any more, but kept their whole bodies on guard, back to back.

Holding their swords in both hands, they flexibly swung a few times in the air, bringing out a rainbow of feathers.

No soldier dared to approach any more, but instead slowly retreated step by step, icy fear crawled on their cheeks, they heard the devil speak,

"Do you understand now, never threaten witchers casually, especially if the number is greater than one."

The leading soldier swallowed his saliva, and the hard and heavy voice of the throat was clearly audible.

"But don't worry, there was no bloodshed and no one died."

With that said, the two witchers slowly inserted their long swords into the scabbard behind their backs.

"It's just a lesson, soldier."

Roy looked at the panicked faces on the opposite side, and the anger in his chest finally subsided a little, "Now, take us to the mayor."

"Okay… okay, big… master."

...

The mayor of Vizima, Verelad, glanced at the two witchers standing opposite the office, especially the sturdy bald man who stayed longer.

His past experience had taught him that witchers, despite their odd appearances, were sometimes more trustworthy than normal people.

He scrutinized the snake-shaped pendant between their necks.

"It's a pity it's not old friends wolf pie, but at least not cat pie."

He ordered the guards to step back, and turned to the two again,

"The two master hunters, please sit down, it's okay to get closer." He reached out and motioned for the two to sit across from his desk.

"I don't discriminate and fear you like those superstitious people, on the contrary, I know that witchers also have emotions,

Even better understand the meaning of fairness and responsibility, and have a much better reputation than some inferior mercenaries. "

"Then, your fairness is to use force to force two law-abiding witchers to work for you?"

Roy couldn't help but sneered.

"It's really a last resort." Verelade rubbed the scepter on the table with an apologetic expression.

"I'm here to say sorry for those subordinates. I made it clear before that I would invite the two masters with the most solemn respect. Who knew that they would anger the two of them without authorization."

"Besides, you have already taught this group of incompetent guys a lesson, should you be relieved?"

The two witchers folded their arms around their chests, coldly unresponsive.

"It's my fault for being too hasty."

The mayor sighed and added, "This afternoon, I heard the good news that two witchers from afar have visited Vizima. I think, isn't this the rescue I've been waiting for?"

"But the rescue soldiers you imagined are already too busy to take care of themselves, and have no time to deal with your thorny problems."

"Everything has a reasonable price," Verelad said firmly. "Let's not mention the entrustment. It's better for the two of you to listen to my bid first. I believe it will make you feel that your trip is worthwhile."

"Quotation? Your reward will allow us to directly cross thousands of mountains and rivers and reach the destination in the far west in an instant?"

As soon as Roy finished speaking, Verelade's eyes lit up on the opposite side.

"I learned earlier that the two haunted the horse farm are planning to arrive at the country west of Vizima in a short time." He paid attention to the witcher's face, "Is it Cidaris, Brock Leon, Foden, or Sintra? If you want to go to these places, then I can fulfill your wishes for you."

Roy and Leto looked at each other and asked suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

"As the capital of Temeria, Vizima has no shortage of skilled spellcasters. And I..." Vereillard patted the front of his shirt in fear, "I happen to know one of them."

"I think if the two of you are willing to help me once, my warlock friend will also be happy to open a directional portal for the two of you, so that you can reach your destination in an instant."

Roy's heart moved when he heard the words. "How could I forget this, the warlock can open the portal at will, and it is not easy for me and Leto to pass to Sintra. No, now we have to add a horse."

His horse can be summoned at any time, but Leto's can't.

Leto asked cautiously, "What's your friend's name...\

,""Aza Javid, a warlock currently residing in Vizima."

Leto pondered and said, "This name sounds rare, and it should not belong to the surname of any northern power or southern country."

"Yes, he came here a long time ago from the realm of Zerikhan on the other side of the Blue Mountains to study magic."

When the two asked and answered here, Roy's heart was filled with rage.

"Aza Javid, isn't he one of the leaders of the Salamander Gang in the future."

It was this Warlock and another guy known as the Professor who led the Salamanders to invade Kel Morhan and stole the witcher's mutant secrets.

"He's settled in Vizima now? Has the Salamanders been established?"

Roy was full of thoughts, but Leto was already tempted. After all, he just lost a sum of money.

"I admit that your conditions are very attractive. Then, Lord Mayor, what is your commission?"

"Very good, it seems that we have reached the first consensus!" Verelade paced happily, "My commission is very simple, I want the two of you to protect Temeria for the next period of time. The safety of Her Royal Highness Princess Yada."

"Why, someone is going to hurt Her Royal Highness?"

Verelad rubbed the tip of his nose, his face bitter.

"If someone really dared to act against her, the situation might be better controlled. However, in fact, this Princess Yada is actively provoking danger."

"It's only been five years since she recovered, and even though Her Majesty Foltest took pains to educate her, she still retains some of her former habits."

After the word "habit" came out, a trace of panic flashed across Verelade's face, and he recalled some things from the past, "But fortunately, His Highness's goal has shifted to non-human creatures. But due to His Majesty's endless favor, Princess Yada is somewhat arrogant and willful."

"Beasts, domestic animals. She needs these things from time to time to regulate her mood. Unfortunately, ordinary animals have been unable to satisfy her recently. Her eyes are aimed at the group of monsters entrenched on Black Tern Island."

"Black Tern Island?" Roy temporarily stopped his thoughts about the Salamander Gang and asked.

"This is an island in the lower reaches of Lake Vizima, where a group of fallen murlocs have been operating for a long time."

"Oh..." Roy asked, "Does Princess Yada want to get rid of this group of degenerate half-murlocs and kill the people?"

As far as he knows, a half-murloc is an amphibian monster with a fish head and a human body. It feeds on fish and algae in the water, and occasionally hunts small animals on the shore of the water, but usually does not attack humans.

In terms of individual strength, half-murlocs are not as good as water ghosts.

But they all hunt in tribes, ranging from dozens to hundreds.

However, the half-murlocs of Lake Vizima, with the prefix of corruption, must be more ferocious.

Verelad nodded, as if he couldn't believe it.

"In any case, Her Royal Highness did not harm the people, but provokes those slippery half-murlocs, which is always a good thing."

"But it won't be easy," the witcher mused.

"Yeah... The half-murloc forces have long been ingrained on the island, and their influence even radiates to the swamps around the island and the lake, as well as the villages there."

"There are rumors that some bloody and weird things often happen to the villagers in that area. The princess and the white rose's knight went to crusade twice, but they were all making small troubles on the outskirts of the island, dragging one or two half-murlocs with them. The corpse returned happily."

"But this time she is going to go deep into the island, and now she is ready to go for the third crusade."

"Didn't His Majesty stop her?"

"Your Majesty is reluctant to beat and scold the princess, so she can only follow her heart and find a few highly skilled and trustworthy bodyguards. As his confidant minister, I have to share his worries."

"That's why today's encounter, I specially invited the two of you to help His Highness and protect her safety during this expedition."

Escorting Princess Yada to crusade the fallen murlocs?

Roy shook his head without thinking, "It's too dangerous..."

"Then add the 600 Oren remuneration..." Verelad said solemnly, "In addition to letting Azar open the directional portal for you, I will give the two 600 Oren remuneration..."

The two witchers were hesitant when they heard the words. As expected of the capital of Temeria, the opening was 600 oren, equivalent to 600 kroner, far exceeding the remuneration of ordinary commissions and enough to make up for the loss of lost horses. Heart-wrenching, especially for witchers like them who are interested in rebuilding the academy.

Seeing this, the mayor had some idea in his mind, and said, "You two don't have to answer me now. I have already sent someone to arrange accommodation for you. You can think about it after you move in. If you don't leave before eight o'clock tomorrow morning, That is, I agreed to my request, and I will take you to see Princess Yada. If the two of you leave as soon as possible, I will not force..."

The witcher nodded and left the mayor's office.

Just take the time to consider to deal with the monster materials in the space, and replenish some alchemy materials.

We have to find a more spacious place, and Roy's daily training cannot be left behind.

It used to be swordsmanship, crossbow shooting, and now a magic seal has to be added. Every night, all physical and magic power must be exhausted before entering meditation.

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