The Divine Hunter

The sky was overcast.

The cold wind has not stopped yet, but the mountain road has come to an end. The witcher, dressed in light brown leather armor, carrying the sword of the Lake Maiden, and hooded head, sees a large road.

It winds its way from south to north through the fields of Soden.

The scene on this road was very close to what he expected. He had come all the way from the town of Carcano near Soden and had seen a lot of similar scenes.

Teams of unkempt, yellow-faced, thin-faced refugees like walking corpses, as well as in the grass by the side of the road, and even in the middle of the road full of potholes—

Damaged and overturned wagons, motionless horses in a pool of blood, bundles, linen bags, baskets scattered all over the floor, and the stench of the dead with rags, all he saw in just one day Thirty people died.

Among them were Sintras who had fled from the sea for disobedience to Nilfgaard's rule, but more were the natives of Soden.

Some were covered with buzzing flies, exposing rotten flesh and bones, while others were still fresh with blood and had just died.

The causes of death vary. Some were pierced through their skin, muscles and bones by standard swords, meteor hammers, and axes, and an arrow pierced through their hearts from behind.

The perpetrator was apparently a straggler from Nilfgaard in the Soden area.

After Nilfgaard's retreat from Soden, the main force returned to set up camp in Sintra, but from time to time soldiers were sent to harass Soden.

However, there are still a few of the dead who were killed by pitchforks and other agricultural implements, whose heads blossomed after being hit by sticks and branches, or—

Roy stopped in front of the corpse of a young boy with a musty rotten apple and a wicker basket scattered around him, but the contents of the basket had been swept away.

Roy raised the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose that concealed his pupil color, and lightly checked the boy's neck.

Dark red, fleshy scars.

The murderer was not very powerful. The deceased suffered a lot of torture before his death. Even though he had breathed his last breath, his pale pupils were still widened, and the young and pale cheeks were frozen in terror.

And a lot of dirty dirt and dander got mixed in with her nails because of her desperate struggles before she died.

This is clearly not what the soldiers did.

Roy patted off the dirt and weeds in his palm and sighed.

In the war, whoever is the biggest victim will always be the innocent people!

Roy couldn't help but feel worried, who knows if there will be someone familiar among the dead.

"Where is this fellow Geralt going?"

In order to follow the so-called guidance of fate and find the daughter of fate, the wolf sect witcher eliminated all possible interferences and stepped into Sodden single-handedly.

Although according to the original history in Roy's mind, Geralt's journey to find a woman will eventually come to a successful conclusion.

Successfully brought little Ciri back to her hometown, and the father and daughter were reunited.

But history was advanced by five months because of Roy's intervention.

He had to worry about something going wrong along the way.

Scattered soldiers naturally cannot threaten the white wolf, but if they encounter a large group of troops...

Not to mention Ciri, who just turned ten.

Thinking of this, Roy's footsteps became more and more hurried.

He crossed a narrow stream stained red with blood, a hollowed out burlap sack for horse feed, and lay on the pebbles by the river.

He prayed that the fodder turned into the belly of Geralt's steed, Rocky.

He turned on the witcher's senses, followed the smell and veered off the road, and got into an ancient, dense bush, the ground behind which sloped slightly downward.

Roy walked along the slope for five minutes, and a large field of uprooted tree stumps came into view, followed by an open space with several log cabins, barns, and thatched cottages.

A dilapidated fence surrounds the small yard. This small yard rarely escaped the baptism of the war. Although it is dilapidated, it maintains its basic integrity.

Roy's heart suddenly froze.

The sound of a violent heavy object hitting the wooden door came from the courtyard.

He squatted down, his eyes looked over there through the gaps in the leaf box,

Just look behind the hood.

Golphin Owl, who was sleeping soundly in the hood, was picked up by his neck.

Goerfin shook his chubby body, flapped his wings reluctantly, and landed on the roof of the farmhouse twenty meters away.

The owl cooed, and the bulging amber pupils sent back the scene in real time.

A terrifying monster was hovering in front of the solid oak door, waving from time to time its short, blunt, dark purple claws, and slapped the locked door with a grumpy growl.

It is very similar to a ghoul, with a bloody mouth, a mouth full of foul-smelling yellow teeth, gray and thick horny skin all over its body, and it moves on all fours like a beast.

There are three palm-sized bone crowns growing on the top of the head, and it shakes slightly as it hits the door.

Bloodthorn Corpse

Age: 8

Life: 230

Attributes:

Strength: 20

Agility: 16

Constitution: 23

Perception: 8

Will: 6

Charisma: 2

Spirit: 5

Skill:

Plague Claw lv8: Bloodthorn corpse carries various toxins, bacteria and viruses all over its body, and the target injured by their claws will become hot, weak, and the wound will fester.

Eat lv7: The giant ghoul can quickly heal moderate injuries and restore health by devouring flesh.

Crazy (passive curing): Bloodthorn corpse will store a considerable part of the flesh and blood energy that they eat daily. When they are severely injured in battle and their life is less than one-fifth, this part of energy will be activated, and their life will be restored quickly. , Sensitivity, Body +4, become more brutal and not afraid of pain, lasts for one minute.

...

A few dozen meters behind it, there were two much smaller ghouls guarding the two young corpses-they were lying side by side in a shallow pothole, their foreheads and limbs were blurred and bloodied. The hole was knocked on the bone by the ghoul and sucked the marrow.

"It's no wonder that this place is not visited by soldiers. It turns out that there are three gatekeepers."

After large-scale wars, the most common disasters are plagues, bandits, ghouls, evil ghosts and other carrion-eating monsters born and bred from rotting corpses!

Like flies, they follow the smell of corpses and blood.

Roy made Golphin circle around again.

Make sure there are no other threats nearby.

He suddenly took out his hand crossbow, and at the same time magic power poured out of his fingertips.

Boom!

A burly and majestic ice spirit emerged from the door of annihilation. After being instructed by the witcher, it strode bravely and rushed towards the ghoul.

The blood-thorn corpse demon stopped the evil spirits slamming on the door instantly, its dark and crazy pupils swept towards the ice spirit, and roared angrily towards it!

"Whoosh-"

The bowstring vibrates.

A crossbow arrow directly penetrated the head of a ghoul behind the corpse demon. It was as if it was hit head-on by a galloping carriage.

After landing, it hissed and howled with red light all over its body, and its half-shattered skull revealed a slippery and disgusting brain.

"Whoosh-"

The second arrow destroyed its brain, and a red piece burst like a ripe tomato!

It fell to the ground motionless.

Kill ghouls, experience +100, witcher lv12 (7400/12500)

...

Roy blew his crossbow and turned his eyes to the main battlefield.

Bingling's own decelerating attack fists and feet firmly wrapped the blood-thorn corpse in the open space in front of the wooden house, and its icy armor effectively defended against the fangs and claws of the corpse, and as an elemental creature, it was immune to poison.

A ghoul nemesis!

The corpse demon relied on its agile speed to circle around it constantly, wielding sharp claws, but this not only could not break the armor of the ice spirit, but it was affected by the freezing air that the ice spirit dissipated, and the speed was visibly slowed down by the naked eye. Nearly evenly matched.

Roy was quite satisfied with the product he spent half his magic power making, and glanced at the third ghoul surrounding the ice spirit.

"To bully the less with more, there is no way!"

"Whoosh-"

The arrow pierced the air.

The head of the ghoul burst into blood, as if it was swept away by a huge wooden stake that fell from the sky, and fell backwards with a wailing.

The space fluctuates and ripples appear.

The witcher figure appeared.

Swah——

Arrondette unsheathed and drew a beautiful arc from top to bottom.

It's a blast to go by!

hum.

The ugly head fell to the ground, and Gollum rolled to the feet of the witcher, and a star-shaped rune lit up.

Kill ghouls, experience +100.

Roy shook his wrist and threw off the dirty blood on the sword.

After the awakening of the blood of the ancients, now he can only flash 8 points of mana at a time. With his current mana stock, he can flash almost uncontrollably!

Swah——

The Demon Hunter was shaped like electricity, swinging his sword towards the back of the Bloodthorn Corpse.

Stunned!

When the blood-colored tentacles lifted it into the air without any resistance, the dark blade aimed at its stubby neck and slashed from top to bottom.

puff puff-

Black blood burst.

The blade was stuck in a fountain-like neck.

The corpse is howling!

Second cut!

The sword of the soul, which has been strengthened many times, is sharp enough to cut iron like mud.

Dou Da's head rolled at the witcher's feet.

Kill the blood thorn corpse, experience +260, witcher lv12 (7760/12500)

The battle was over in less than twenty seconds.

"It costs 15 experience points to summon the ice spirit, and the three-headed monster is more than 400 points. It's a lot of money!"

Roy touched Bingling's head with admiration, and sent it back to Annihilation, humming a brisk little song.

Pull out the short blade and dissect the three corpses on the spot, eyeball tongue, internal organs, poisonous nails and teeth, and large red mutants.

Now there are more than a dozen witchers in the school to raise, and the mutants needed for potions and trials have multiplied several times. He must cherish every harvest.

...

In just a few minutes, the three ghouls were disintegrated into pieces, almost turning into three skeletons.

Roy, who returned with a full load, slowly cleaned up the blood on his body and sword, and blew a loud whistle.

Not only for Golfing, but also for the owner of the farmyard.

The owl fluttered back to the hood.

Roy ignored the still closed door, turned around and left.

"Squeak—" The door suddenly opened, and behind the door was an old-fashioned man sticking out his face.

"Did you kill them, my lord?" After turning his eyes to the terrifying ghoul remains on the ground, he shouted at the back of the witcher, with a hint of cowardice in his tone.

"They're yelling at me, it's just a matter of raising their hands." Roy turned and gave him a light look.

The old man was small, but not hunched, and wore a linen shirt and dirty trousers of the same material.

"Thank you, you killed the monster in the yard and saved old Albert, and the revenge of Mir and Lina can be avenged." He stammered, his tone was slurred, and the teeth under his lips were large, And cluttered.

"Albert? Now that you're out, I happen to have a question for you," Roy's eyes flashed with light. For some reason, he suddenly changed his mind, walked to the old man, and grabbed the door with one hand.

Because of his sudden movement, a look of fear appeared on the kind face with age spots,

"Don't be afraid, I only kill 'monsters' and don't touch ordinary people, can you understand?"

"How long have you lived here, and have you seen a white-haired man recently, in his thirties or forties, about six feet tall, well-proportioned, with cat-like amber pupils on his face, carrying two arms on his back sword?"

"A girl of eight or nine years old, with mouse-gray silver hair and emerald green eyes, she is very beautiful, not taller than my chest."

"The old man has lived nearby for twenty years," a line of wrinkles appeared on his forehead, and he shook his head thoughtfully, "the white-haired man and girl you mentioned are so unique and striking, I'd definitely remember them if they came here. . But I don't have the slightest impression."

"However, the Nilfgaardian army has been sweeping everywhere in the past few months. I hid in the dense forest and managed to escape. The Nilfgaardians left, and three hateful monsters came to block the door. During this period, I They don't even dare to go out, and don't know anything about what's going on outside."

"Oh," the witcher sighed regretfully, his eyes slowly sweeping the whole small yard, "Is the deceased in that yard your son and daughter-in-law?"

"My poor Mir and Ana, who were chopping firewood in the yard half a month ago, were suddenly killed by these three monsters who jumped out of nowhere." The old man nodded, hissed and roared, wiping the redness with all his strength. "Three-headed beasts! I'm not satisfied with killing my relatives, and want to knock the door open and eat me, if you didn't happen to come here, woohoo..." He looked sad, "I'm afraid I'll accept Freya The call of the goddess."

"Half a month? In addition to your children, are there other people nearby, especially the wounded who have been here, or injured and dying animals?" Roy asked slowly, noticing the old man's eyes.

"No, only the lonely old Albert, woohoo..."

The pupils under Roy's sunglasses glanced at the two deceased again, "I've been on the road for a long time and haven't eaten anything. Can you let me go into the house for a drink and something to eat?"

"Ah?" Albert's face suddenly collapsed, his turbid and dull eyes glanced at the long sword behind the witcher, and his face was embarrassed, "I was blocked by monsters at home for several days, and the food I stored was almost the same. After eating it all, only the turnips in the ground are left, if you don’t dislike it, just go and pick a few?”

"Then let me have a drink, okay? I'll leave immediately after drinking."

The old man gave a bitter face, and slowly let the witcher enter the door.

The inside of the cabin was as messy as the outside, and it had apparently not been cleaned in a while.

The walls of the house were covered with something that looked like dingo skin, there was a low table and a bench in the middle of the house, and there was a closed fireplace of stone and clay in the hut.

There was a large dark iron pot on it, but nothing was empty.

"Wait a moment, I'll go get some water for you."

The witcher sat on the bench and watched his back enter the wooden partition.

I looked around at will, and strips of dark red bloody ribbons were intertwined in the air, some flew out of the door, and some poured into the interior.

He was basically sure of his guesses.

He stood up, followed the ribbon, and walked into the inner room.

The old man was stooping down and scooping water in front of an old water tank. The water was about to bottom out, and he was struggling.

He didn't notice the movement behind him at all.

Roy got closer and closer, and glanced at a wooden stake inlaid with an axe on the left side of the water tank. The surface of the axe was stained with a layer of brown blood.

On the floor on the right side of the water tank, there is a square floor that is much darker than the surrounding area.

"Well…"

The old man picked up the bowl and turned around.

A series of dancing fingertips suddenly flashed in his eyes.

The whole body was trembling, and he was stunned in place.

"Raul, are you the owner of this house?" Roy called out the observed name directly.

"no."

Heterochromatic pupils were a little colder.

"Where are you from?"

"Rivendell Valley, southeast of Sodden."

"What happened to the two dead men and the monster outside the house?"

"A week ago, I passed by this yard tired and hungry, and the couple took me in when they saw that I was old and frail... After their family fell asleep at night, I took out the kitchen ax and smeared their necks, The corpse was thrown outside the house, a pit was dug, prepared to rest for a night, and buried the next day, but after one night, three terrifying monsters suddenly appeared in the yard."

"Where did they offend you, why did they kill?"

There was a trace of struggle on the old man's face, but he was still unable to break free from the powerful effect of the mutated Axifa seal, he shook his head,

"The battle of Suoshan Mountain has just ended, and the opportunity is rare. After a while..."

"Shh-"

A dark red light ripped apart the air and disappeared in a flash.

The murderer named Raul who occupied the magpie's nest widened his eyes, covered the fountain-like blood between his neck, and hissed shouts from his throat. , fell to the ground.

The hands and feet twitched a few times, and there was no movement at all.

"I said that I only kill monsters, especially monsters that are inferior to ghouls!"

Roy shook his head.

After the war, all kinds of monsters and ghosts really came out.

He kind of regretted dealing with the three ghouls. Just let the ghouls continue torturing this thing.

Roy wiped the blade dry with the corpse's clothes, walked quickly to the left, groped for a while on the ground with both hands, and quickly found a hidden button. With a little effort, he lifted the board away, revealing a dimly lit basement.

He stepped down the creaking wooden ladder.

The temperature in the basement was several degrees cooler than the outside.

The oil lamps illuminated the well-preserved baskets of sun-dried greens, radishes, turnips, and pickles, and barrels of spirits were stacked in the dark corners of the cellar, and the air was filled with a light and complex smell of wine.

Roy cautiously walked over the vegetable rack and wine barrel to the innermost cellar.

A workbench that was supposed to be used for processing vegetables was against the wall. At this time, a person was lying quietly on the table.

At a very young age, it should be the original owner of the house, the daughter of the couple.

When Roy saw her, she had just stopped breathing not long ago, and fear and pain remained on her bruised face.

The thin body was covered with bruises and bruises, like a doll crushed by violence.

The same age as a flower.

I managed to escape the war with my parents outside the house.

But he died because he paid the wrong kindness.

The witcher took a deep breath.

I regret it for the second time today, for letting that hateful old thing die so easily!

He was going to pick up the girl and bury her with her parents.

Suddenly, there were two beeps from behind the workbench, and a little black dog, a few months old, bound by the neck with hemp rope, rushed out from behind.

The black short hair stood on end, and the fan-like ears swayed on either side of the head, barking loudly, biting in vain around Roy's deerskin boots, preventing him from taking the girl.

Completely ignored the witcher's soothing and whistling.

"Faithful little guy, if you are lucky, you can play with me in the future!"

This sudden little creature was a surprise, bringing a ray of light to the witcher's gloomy mood.

He sketched an Axifa seal, grinned at his growling puppy, his eyes flashed blankly, then with a whimper, he lay at his feet obediently and wagged his tail, letting him caress the little fluffy head. ,

"When I find Geralt and Ciri, I'll take you back to Novigrad, where dozens of friends will play with you."

...

Boom!

After a newly dug and humble tomb, a fire completely ignited a small farmyard.

The fire soared into the sky.

With a black dog like a dachshund in his arms and an owl hovering above his head, the witcher stepped out of the jungle and continued on his way.