The Divine Hunter

The streets of Novigrad are known all over the world.

Wearing a long red dress, Rita Ned and the cat sent the witcher to shuttle between the herbal shop and the alchemy store in Nuocheng, buying alchemy supplies and preparing for the upcoming green grass trial for the elementary school apprentices.

...

On the other side, Vesemir and Geralt, who knew a little about the grass trial, stayed in the laboratory under the temple island early, adjusting and maintaining the experimental facilities to ensure that they were running normally and that the trial was foolproof.

Except for the time spent with Countess Minole, this was the second time that the old man had a feeling of anticipation.

And Geralt's heart was pounding, and after breaking up with Yennefer, he hadn't been so nervous for a long time.

It has been more than 30 years to witness the birth of new apprentices, and they are waiting for the day when the miracle will come.

...

Leto and the Ox brothers went back and forth between the city's market and blacksmiths, setting up a furnace and an alchemy platform for Gawain's house.

...

Escal and Kayan, two stable men, stayed at the school, accompanying the children to read and read.

...

As for the rest of the witchers, Roy, Lambert, Aiden—

On the other side of the hustle and bustle of the bright world, the sewers of Nuocheng are another vibrant underground kingdom.

Dark corridor.

The footsteps of "da-da" crossed the stinking ditch with dirty water, the wet moss, the stench of household garbage, the corpses of various small animals and unknown creatures.

The three figures walked side by side in the darkness, with amber, dark gold and silver gray, and scarlet pupils, like the ethereal ghost fires in the cemetery.

Unpredictable.

The tunnel is not quiet.

Ugly toads covered in pimples and mucus croaked in corners, gray-haired rats the size of human heads chirped in open pipes...and sneaky shadows murmured loud and secretive in the deeper darkness.

At a certain moment, the footsteps stopped abruptly.

Roy bowed slightly against the wall and stood still, the dark blood vessels on his tensed face squirming gently.

In the witcher's senses, a bloody ribbon floated from the hole in front.

He moved his nose.

A fishy smell of aquatic plants and a stench like a swollen floating corpse quickly became strong.

Silver-grey pupils glanced at the two next to him.

"Shh-"

A flash of silver light flashed in the darkness.

The two silver swords were unsheathed at the same time, and the witcher held the blade in front of him with one hand, while the other hand quickly drew a triangle charm with five fingers.

The golden light enveloped the three of them.

Almost at the same time, a water ghost flashing blue-black light stuck its head out.

The jaundiced eyeball bulged, and it saw three prey.

"Tick tock."

The bloody mouth was wide open to the base of the ear, and the viscous saliva dripped down the jagged teeth.

"Whoosh-"

A sharp and short bowstring vibration suddenly erupted in the sewer.

A blood flower burst out from the water ghost's forehead.

The slender crossbow arrow exploded with unimaginable impact, like a battering ram, sending its entire body flying backwards.

"Pfft..."

The water ghost hung heavily on the wall and rolled down into the dirty stinky gutter along with a few broken wall bricks.

A terrifying big hole was opened in his forehead, and his brains gurgled out along the collapsed and broken bone hole, and the ground was stained red.

"Crackling!"

The mutation suddenly occurred, and the dense water ghosts shouted and rushed out of the corner.

The witcher approached him in three directions.

Lambert faced the water ghost with a straight thrust, the silver sword slanted through his neck, and the blade swayed lightly sideways, cutting off half of the head of the other water ghost.

Blood splattered, and the witcher's face was full of excitement.

Aiden stepped into the water ghost group, and the silver sword in his hand was haunted, and when the sword light shined, an extra corpse appeared.

Or being pierced in the eyes, or being stabbed in the cervical vertebra or chin.

Everywhere.

His movement was too fast, and the sword light stayed in the air, for a while, as if two afterimages were shooting out the sword at the same time.

Roy jumped and jumped into the middle of the water ghost.

Turning with the left foot as the center of gravity, the muscles all over the body under the light armor.

The jet-black blood vessels on his face were creeping horribly.

Power surges from the waist combined with the strength of the arms.

Penetrating into Arrondette, a dark red half-moon was drawn by the waist.

"Shh-"

A sharp blade cuts like tofu and breaks open**.

"Crash..."

Steaming blood and intestines fell all over the floor.

The three-headed water ghost was cut in half.

Weeping and lingering.

And their lost vitality was sucked into Arrondette by the strange vortex - in the middle of the blade, three star-shaped runes quietly bloomed with bright yellow light.

Roy's killing intent was endless, facing the several water ghosts rushing towards the other side of the corridor.

Leaning over and sprinting, dragging the sword backwards in one hand.

One hand quickly draws a blue triangle charm while moving.

A few strides, splashing a pile of dirty water under his feet.

Charge in front of them.

The left hand suddenly pushed forward.

boom!

The strong cone-shaped airflow slammed into Zhang Ya and Dancing Claw, squeezing into a pile of water ghosts.

The two sides on the side seemed to be stepping on a banana peel on the ground, and the body staggered and lost balance.

The first to bear the brunt of the impact was the strongest, and fell directly backwards.

The witcher took the opportunity to jump forward, stepping on the stomach of the fallen water ghost with one foot, and Arondette slanted and stabbed the neck.

The blade pierced the upper left side like a gust of lightning, piercing the eye socket of the second water ghost.

The third head pounced on his side.

The witcher's elbows exerted force, and the horizontal sword was lifted to the right.

"boom!"

Hilt Strike!

The water ghost's forehead was in severe pain, his eyes were shining with stars, and his mouth grew like an idiot.

"Shh-"

The deadly blade penetrates the mouth and the brain.

"Kill the water ghost *6, experience +120, Roy the witcher shook his wrist without changing his face, and threw the blood from the sword of the lake girl.

Quietly, the five star-shaped runes on the sword all lit up, like dim stars connected end to end in the dark night sky.

"Escal and the vultures are too boring, so don't leave us any more." Lambert wiped the blood on the blade with a rag. "After walking for an hour, I met such a small group of scoundrels."

"It's not enough to stick between the teeth."

Aiden also had an unfinished look on his face. Obviously, a killing in less than ten seconds was far from satisfying their desire to start.

"Don't worry guys..." Roy squatted down with a smile and opened his stomach, "I have a hunch that there will be a mysterious gift waiting for us at the finish line."

"Don't cry with joy!"

"By the way, Roy, I'm curious, what happened to your Gabriel? You knocked all the water ghosts flying, but they look so small." Aiden couldn't stop looking at Roy, but saw Without the amazing hand crossbow, "Are you sure it's not a siege crossbow?"

"I asked Coral to help me with a demon. But it has to pay a big price." Roy smiled, "Do you want it? It's better to find a concubine who is proficient in magic."

"Can you?"

"Weapons are like their own women, so I'm sorry, but I can't give you any appreciation."

...

The three dealt with the corpse of the water ghost, took out all the available materials, and handed it over to Roy to pack it away.

Continue deep into the sewer.

But unfortunately, they did not encounter the ideal powerful monsters, but they saw a lot of messy flesh and blood wreckage: water ghosts, ghouls, evil ghosts, and the ogre clan made up a complete set.

Strange bite marks all over.

It was probably a corpse that was dragged here by other monsters for secondary use after being killed by Escal.

Peace of mind again through a long, quiet tunnel.

Their steps became quietly cautious.

In the witcher's senses, the blood-colored ribbon extending through the tunnel reached its end.

This is a dead end.

Beneath the far wall, lay a tightly closed marble coffin full of intricate patterns.

There were circles and circles of skeletons scattered around the corners, some of which were stuck with carrion.

The three held their breaths and exchanged glances, tacitly putting on the seal.

Quinn plus Helios.

Swish-

The three swords were unsheathed, and brown vampire sword oil was gently smeared on the palm of his hand.

"Grumble rumble..."

"Thunder" + "Patrick's Potions"

Under the skin of the face, the black blood vessels wriggled crazily and became denser.

And Roy was relieved, he could feel it.

Counting the "cat" potion he drank when he entered the sewer, he had already drank three bottles of long-acting potion.

But he still has power.

Getting more than 20 points of physique gives him a powerful poison resistance.

The three men with vertical pupils flickering coldly, held their breaths, approached the ground silently, and surrounded the sarcophagus with their horns.

Roy made a gesture of preparation.

The two nodded at him.

He bent his knees and squatted, pressing his palms to the ground.

A lavender light rose up.

The Arden Trap encloses the entire coffin.

Suddenly, the coffin trembled violently, the ground trembled slightly, and the twilight bats on the ceiling fluttered their membranous wings in fright and flew away.

"Bang!"

The coffin board slid backwards instantly,

A terrifying monster sat up in the coffin.

It was a humanoid creature, the size of a pregnant woman who was ten months pregnant, with a huge and ugly hunchback.

The whole body is gray and black, with legs that are reflexed like a werewolf, and sharp nails like dark iron cones grow at the ends of the claws.

Its head, at a glance, looks like a bat head magnified dozens of times.

However, two pairs of gray horns appeared, one pair located in the center of the forehead, shaped like the antennae of a beetle.

There is also a pair that wraps both ears and grows horizontally like two dry banana leaves.

A large mouth occupies half of his face, revealing two sets of teeth inside, the outer set is like yellow corn kernels, and the inner set is slender and sharp like fishbone.

The head is covered with black mane like steel needles, and it is vertical to the waist, not inferior to the dwarves.

kathakarn

Age: fifty-three

gender: male

Occupation: Senior Vampire

Health: 260

Mana: 150

Attributes:

Strength: 22

Agility: 23

Constitution: 26

Perception: 18

Will: 9

Charisma: 4

Spirit: 15

Skill:

Self-healing lv7: Garlic, flames, and wooden stakes are all ineffective against it. They are very long-lived and have strong self-healing ability. They can quickly recover their vitality when they are injured. Rebirth after time.

Invisibility lv7: Kata Kahn can change the color of the skin, integrate with the surrounding environment, and enter a state of invisibility that is difficult to detect by the naked eye.

Teleport lv6: Kata Kahn can disappear out of thin air, teleport behind the prey and launch a fatal blow.

Crisis Intuition (passive curing)

...

The monster just emerged from the coffin.

Three sinister witchers immediately put their silver swords into its ugly head.

The vampire oil on the silver sword mercilessly burns Kathakarn's flesh and marrow.

The blood spreads along with the pungent white smoke.

It was tortured and "hiss".

However, because of the existence of the Arden circle, he was bound and unable to teleport and become invisible.

Kata Kahn could only turn around in anger and pain, and a pair of sharp claws swept across the three attackers like the spinning blades of a windmill.

But the coffin is like a cage, which limits its play.

After turning around, he didn't even touch the witcher's fur, but he was tricked again.

A triangular charm was reflected in the pale pupils.

It lost its mind and fell into sluggishness.

"Shh-"

Three silver swords were drawn out of this filthy body.

The witcher ignored the splattered blood and slapped it hard on the head again.

The second two rounds of attacks.

It has six more blood holes on its head.

Eyes regained clarity.

But it's too late!

"Shocked!"

Roy didn't intend to let it move at all.

Scarlet tentacles emerged from the void under its feet and wrapped it into a big zongzi.

There was a painful look on its face.

The third round of stormy attacks came.

The sword in Lambert's hand danced into an afterimage, and a sword cut open its belly and cut off its internal organs.

Aiden stabbed a sword into its eye socket, disrupting its brain with a chaotic scramble.

And Roy clenched Arrondette with both hands, and the long sword stood on his chest.

After the sword, the gold and silver intertwined pupils ignited the killing intent.

His expression was as cold as winter.

The muscles all over the body shrank.

Alondite aimed at its neck buried deep in the beard, and slashed diagonally.

"Shh-"

The blood-colored flames drilled out of the blade, and the wind was good, covering the sharp blade.

Like a waving flag.

With the witcher's slashing action, the blood-colored blade ripped apart the space, easily severing the tough ** of the advanced vampire.

After the rest, a crimson sword qi flew out of Arondite's blade, scattered into the dark air, and hit the hard wall at the end of the tunnel, leaving a sharp sword mark.

The puff of gravel rolls down

The headless body sits back in the coffin.

The smooth incision between the necks seemed to have been roasted by the high temperature, with green smoke and blood coagulating.

And Aiden held the silver sword aloft.

Kathakarn's bloody head was stuck on the blade. His eyes were round and round, and he described the grievances before his death.

"Killing Kata Kahn, the experience value is +250, the witcher Roy sighed, holding the hilt in his right hand, the index finger and middle finger of the left hand folded and gently rubbed the dark red blade.

Unconsciously, the five lit star-shaped runes were all extinguished.

The power of "gluttony" is greater than he imagined.

Under the blessing of the blood-colored sword energy, the ancient vampire could not stop the sharpness of the long sword at all.

If you fill up the "Gluttony" rune in advance.

Coupled with flickering to shorten the distance, "shock and awe" fixed the body.

Roy believes that most creatures in this world cannot escape his attack!

Moreover, through this battle, Roy also verified the thoughts in his heart.

Kathakarn is a high-level vampire, and has some similarities with the high-level vampires, vampire girls, and vampire banshees in human form.

For example, their immortality, although they did not reach the metamorphosis level - they were reborn after being burned to ashes, but under normal circumstances, beheading and pulling out their hearts could no longer destroy Kathakan.

However, falling under Roy's sword, it has no chance of resurrection.

Its soul, everything about it is absorbed by the template and transformed into experience points and nutrients.

...

"boom!"

Three hands punch in midair.

"Not bad, boy," Lambert gave him a thumbs up. "It didn't hold back the frat at all!"

"With the cooperation of the three brothers, what about the advanced vampires, who are as stupid and stupid as a piece of wood from beginning to end!"

"Lambert, you should work hard," Aiden squatted down and cooperated with Roy to cut open Kathakarn's chest, took out his internal organs, and looked at his friend playfully, "As I said, Roy's skills are better. Not worse than you, of course I'm not referring to the swordsmanship competition, but the duel of life and death."

"His enchanted Gabriel, the dark red long sword that cut out the qi blade just now, will not necessarily lose to you."

Lambert's face changed, then shook his head,

"Do you think I'm stupid? Why do you use short shots and long shots? You have to test, and you must use conventional weapons to test."

"Besides, I'm not necessarily the weakest in the Brotherhood," Lambert said meaningfully, turning his eyes to Aiden.

"Man, I haven't made a decision yet." The latter rubbed the scar on his chin and shook his head.

"Is it still the Aiden I know? When did you become so indecisive?" Lambert shoved him in the chest, "You can't make up your mind after a month of research?"

"Or do you have any dissatisfaction with your brother?"

Aidenne said nothing, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

In fact, these years have been displaced, lonely for too long, and have not joined an organization for too long.

He wasn't sure if he could get used to this group life.

He still needs to think about it.

Roy didn't care about the blood, he took out the large mutation inducer in Katakahn's brain, and took it into his arms. The progress of the senior witcher's inauguration quietly increased a little.

"Let's make a bet, man..."

Different colored pupils stared at Aiden's scarlet eyes,

"If Karl can successfully pass the test this time."

"It's all destiny, you join the Brotherhood."

"Otherwise, stay with you."

After a long silence, Aiden made a "hmm".

He remembered the scene of the group of children standing in front of him, such a brave and sincere child, it would be a pity not to be a witcher.

And training apprentices is the instinct and mission of all witchers, and he is no exception.

He couldn't resist temptation.

"It all depends on fate."