The Divine Hunter

"what--"

On the top of Mount Balder, a furious roar resounded under the lush golden oaks, and the next second, the restless magic power swept through the mountains like a torrential rain, and then the mountains shook. Beasts and birds fled in fright.

But the witchers escaped faster, leaving the river below the mountain on their rafts and galloping all the way to the east on horseback.

The blood of the heart of the tree was also smeared on the horse's skin, with brown patches and gray patches.

I don't know how many points are left.

The witcher's fears had not materialized for the time being.

At noon, they successfully escaped to the plains on the frontier of Velen, and joined the Oakes brothers who had been waiting here, accompanied by Phrius, riding on a tall horse and holding the boy Carl in the arms.

After the poor child was kidnapped by the three sisters, he didn't know what he had experienced, what he had eaten, his body was curled up into a ball, his expression was sullen, pale and sluggish, as if he was seriously ill.

"Has the Baldershan business been settled, Leto?" Phrius patted Carl's head, his voice low and frowning. Although the boy was successfully rescued, the gloomy and ugly appearance of the old witch still lingered in his heart like a lingering shadow.

He had an ominous premonition, an intuition honed by witchers in life and death.

Leto heard the words and took out a golden acorn from the ring and tossed it lightly in the palm of his hand, "We got something, but the actual situation is different from what we imagined..." He sighed, "We are here I accidentally offended the old witch this time, and it will be difficult to enter Weilun in the future."

"How do you say?" Everyone present jumped in their hearts.

"You have to ask the kid about the specific situation..." Lesuo said with blame, "I originally wanted to steal a few acorns, but I took away all the acorns that were hundreds of years old, ruining the old witch's hard work. After cultivating the hard work of several generations, they will never let it go.

"But now is not the time to discuss, let's continue to run north, try to stay away from this place of right and wrong! Try to reach the Baron of La Valledi within three days."

Beside him, Roy tightened the reins, and the greaves of the Flying Lion rubbed against Werther's abdomen lightly, and glanced at his companions, "I'll explain when things settle down..."

The crowd moved on, leaving Willen's land.

However, they didn't run very far... They were surprised to find that there was a "quack, quack" crow behind them - I don't know when,

Hundreds of crows appeared in the air and formed a group, chasing after them like a black cloud.

No matter how fast a horse runs, it can't beat a bird.

Crows quickly overwhelmed the crowd, screaming loudly and annoyingly, attacking the knights and their horses with their claws and long beaks.

The witcher can barely protect himself with Quinn and Igni, but the horses are defenseless, their fragile eyes and ears are pecked, and their bodies are neighing frantically.

They threw the witcher off and fled into the distance.

Several people immediately rolled against the ground, and when they got up again, they kept kneeling on one knee and held the silver sword behind them.

In the face of the attack of the crows, Wirth is powerless to understand human nature.

Roy took the initiative to get off his horse, "Good boy! Stay away from me and find your companion!"

The brown horse's black eyes showed a bit of human reluctance, but soon, after a long snort, he chased after the other horses!

The crows did not chase the horses, they surrounded the witcher, turning into wisps of black smoke, the smoke lingered, the ground "Pumper" vibrated, and the three ladies in the forest came out.

"You guys, you can escape really fast!" The cooking woman put her hands on her hips and lay in front of the witcher like a mountain of meat. "Our old bones were almost chased away..." The two sisters accompany her and talk.

The faces of Boiler and Whisperer were covered by cages and nets, so they couldn't see their expressions. The only one who showed her face, Zhipo, was full of ridicule and meanness.

"The three ladies..." Oakes said calmly, trying to pretend as if nothing had happened, "Didn't we have already rejected Whispering Hill's request before? Are we going to kidnap us again like we were kidnapping Carl?"

"It has nothing to do with the commission." The cooking woman said sharply.

"It's a shame that I admired you the most before, you liar." The scrawny chicken paw pointed to Oaks, "You said that these two companions have left Willen? Why did they go to Bald Mountain?"

"Stealing to the top of the mountain without the faithful Fogarth..." Whisperer shook the arm of the child in her waist pocket, her face covered by the brown mesh fabric swept across Roy and Leto, The bloodstains of the dried tree hearts can also be seen on the two of them. "Used that bitch's blood!"

"Did a heart-wrenching naughty thing and stole the golden acorns!" The cook gave the witcher a rude pat on the fat ass. "You must pay for your stupidity!"

A gust of wind blew across the empty plain, and the voice of the lady in the forest echoed eerily.

"Sorry, the three distinguished ladies, I think you have some misunderstandings." Oaks explained, and slowly approached his companions, "We have never heard of Balder Mountain, and we will not steal your property."

The crowd then shrank their formation.

"Witcher, put away your clumsy lies, the smell can't be faked!" Zhi Po moved her nose, and her fly-cage-like eyes turned to the bald man, "Strong young man... I'm sure the rubber is on you... that smell The fragrance, we can smell it clearly from a mile away, and it can't be hidden by putting it in a space ring."

Lesso's face was stiff, and the knuckles of the silver snake sword were white.

"Don't be nervous, strong boy, we won't search your body, although the developed muscles are coveted."

The cook said, "But what you stole won't let us chase so far, it's mainly him..."

She turned to Roy suddenly, "Skinny little guy, you have a very important thing on your body... It's all the stench of that old bitch, and it's dirtying my house!"

"Occupying things that don't belong to you will bring bad luck. Hand over Kungulan obediently."

Roy took a deep breath. This was the first time he saw the three sisters. The other party was even uglier and more evil than in the legend. Those turbid and cold eyes were like the evil beasts lurking in the abyss.

Strength... Most of the attributes and skills are question marks in his observation, and they are all extremely dangerous remnants!

"What are you referring to?" Roy took out the blood gem from his arms and took a step towards Mrs.

There are some faint blood-colored phantoms around the blood gem, like the ripples in the crystal water, the circles are gentle and moving.

When the three witches saw it, her eyes were straight!

This blood gem is not a golden acorn, but it is more important to the ladies, because there is another familiar aura that makes them disgusted, hated, and sleepless.

They turned into ashes and knew—

"That's it, bitch stink!"

"Treeheart, Ancient Druid!"

"Kungulan!"

The minds of the ladies in the forest changed, or they held their stomachs, or stretched their chicken feet, and set up various strange postures. Several thoughts changed in their minds. After a while, the tone eased again.

"Little fellow...what did the evil Kungulan promise you, that you would be willing to free her and be a stealing acorn for her?"

Roy smiled sarcastically, "Three ladies, my opinion is just the opposite. You are the thieves. They stole the sacred oak tree and stole the whole of Velen. We just return everything to the original owner."

"Don't be deceived by Kungulan!" Whispering Po looked well-intentioned. "She is a conspirator, a temperamental devil. Once she uses you all, she will betray her immediately, making it too late for you to regret it."

"If you want, you can look at the ancient book, "The Knowing Her", which records her true face." Zhipo's mouth made a gentle voice, and she followed the instructions, "After reading it, you will recognize the facts and understand. Who can be trusted."

"That book was made up by the ladies themselves." Roy shook his head.

"You should trust our credibility! As long as you give us this gem and the soul in it, our grievances and grievances will be written off, and the acorn that Arendelle has worked so hard to raise for hundreds of years will also be given to you as a reward!"

Roy's eyes flickered and he pretended to be tempted.

"Villon will still welcome you, and will have your place on the Sabbath next spring!"

"Join the banquet and enjoy yourself, it's more fun than being a king!"

"Sisters promise the most!" The Whisperer emphasized, "Never backtrack!"

Going to a banquet with the Wild Hunt is the so-called feast of death, right? Send it to the door to let the ghost knight catch the strong man?

Snake sends a wild hunter, but it is the mortal enemy!

Roy's lips trembled slightly, as if he was too excited to hold back, but he squeezed the blood gem he was playing with again.

"Let's think about it for a minute?"

"What else do you want to think about!?"

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the old witch, and as soon as the chicken claws rushed into the void, a crow flew out of the white smoke and rushed towards the blood gem in Roy's palm. Remember Alder crashed away.

"The thing that never changes! Are you determined to fight against the whole of Willen?!" The murmur of Ye Xiao's voice rose high, "Do you know the consequences of doing this?"

"Leave Kungulan..." The cook swung the huge spoon "huhu" around and said righteously, "The stimulated sacred oak will fall into a deep sleep, and you will take away her most precious seeds. , that is to cut off the livelihood of the entire people of Lower Valen!"

"Arendelle won't be able to produce enough acorns for the coming year, there's not enough rubber... the barren land won't bloom, and the crops that the farmers of Lower Valen have worked so hard to grow will not be harvested—" said another lady, "they will If you don’t have enough to eat, you won’t be able to survive next winter!”

"You are doing evil!" The Whisperer scolded sharply with her hands on her hips.

"It's a lot of harm!" The cooking woman took a step forward and shook her fat belly proudly.

"Witcher, don't make mistakes again and again!" Zhipo probed the chicken's feet like a goat.

I have to say that although the three sisters have a terrifying image, their performance still has some inciting magic.

If it wasn't for the disgusting flesh and blood of the three people's cooking in the cauldron, and the wild hunt with the mortal enemy of the Snake faction, Roy might have believed their nonsense.

But this is the end, even if he didn't want to tear his face at first, the witcher is not afraid of fighting!

General Roy glanced out of the corner of his eyes, and everyone quietly changed the posture of their hands in order to hold the silver sword more quickly.

And nodded at him imperceptibly.

At this time, she had already left Wei Lun, and the old witch could no longer draw magic power from the land, so she had a better chance of winning!

"Madam's words make sense..." Roy nodded, and took another step towards the opposite side, less than ten meters away from the three sisters, and the smell of soil, grass clippings and rotting meat in his nose became a little richer.