The Divine Hunter

After a day and night of torrential rain, it finally stopped.

The blue sky is like washing, the warm morning light falls, and the cool breeze caresses Nuocheng.

Willie Manor.

In the center of the spacious courtyard, under the dense flower beds, there are corpses covered with white cloth.

Novigrad security officer Chapelle is leading a group of his men to check one by one.

"Have the bodies been found?"

"It's all here, fifty-six dead in total." A young guard covered in chainmail and a long sword on his waist bowed his head and said, "The core members of the Willie Gang, including Hawthorne I and his son, are all dead. ."

"In the whole manor, the only survivor is a fat woman working in the kitchen."

Chapelle covered the deceased in two at the waist and followed the guard to another body.

The pale face was hideous and contorted, and the eyes stared like copper bells, as if they had seen some terrifying sight before they died, and they were overly frightened.

"You son of a bitch, old Willie, I didn't expect you to have today." A hint of pleasure flashed across Chapelle's face.

After many years of getting along, he had already investigated the Willy Gang boss clearly.

Alphonse Willie himself, and the casinos, brothels, and fight clubs under his rule, have committed countless crimes in the past ten years, and secretly killed at least hundreds of innocent citizens.

However, he has inextricably linked interests with many big figures in Nuocheng, and he has a large number of subordinates.

He is a dark spot that cannot be dispelled under the eternal fire.

Get rid of him, and the situation in Nuocheng's chaotic situation will return to a delicate balance.

"Which 'unsung hero' is killing the people?"

The security officer's right hand wearing a brown leather glove slid across the mouth of the corpse, and there was a large jet of blood that solidified. He turned the corpse around, and his pupils contracted—a slender blood opening appeared on the back of his neck.

Chapelle instantly simulated the scene at that time. The murderer launched an attack from behind, a sword penetrated Old Willie's cervical spine, the tip of the sword came out of his mouth, and even held him in the air for a few seconds.

The wound is smooth and smooth.

The sword is quick and accurate.

The weapons used are nothing short of iron.

Then think of the dozens of corpses that have been examined before, with different states of death.

Or being violently split in half, or being stabbed to the point by a sharp blade, or being cut off from limbs and bleeding to death...

There are several main types of perpetrator fighting styles.

"There is more than one murderer..." The security officer took off his gloves and rubbed his chin, "But no more than six people, chase and kill, and guard the gate of the manor... Covered by the rainstorm."

The young guard next to him changed his expression and said in disbelief, "You mean five or six people who killed the entire manor?"

With one against ten, someone with this ability—

"A talented mercenary, killer, or...not necessarily a human being." Chapelle's mind suddenly flashed across the "bodyguard" of the great poet Dandelion, whom he had encountered by chance not long ago.

With a shrewd temperament and beast-like vertical pupils, he possesses speed, strength, reflexes, and spell-like abilities far exceeding that of ordinary people, and he is undoubtedly capable of committing crimes.

"Is it their hands?"

"Who are you referring to?"

Chapelle lowered his eyes and asked without answering, "How does the woman who survived feel?".

"There is no damage to her body, except that she is too fat and a little breathless. I don't know what luck she hit and escaped this disaster." The guard hammered his forehead in annoyance, "Unfortunately, she can't think of anything. When I got up, I just remembered being knocked out from behind."

"Did she join the Willie Gang?"

"No…"

"Killing all the core members of the Willie Gang, but leaving an old lady... Strange principle."

But there are principles, then negotiation is better than a lunatic with no reason at all.

Thinking of this, Chapelle kept pacing around the corpse in the courtyard, his face was gloomy and uncertain, his eyebrows were straight and stretched, and after a long time, he took a deep breath and seemed to make some kind of decision.

"Do you know who the murderers are? Give the order and arrest them immediately!"

"If you want to arrest people, no problem! But you have to rush to the front and be the first to die!"

"Uh..." The guard bowed his head in shame.

Of the more than fifty deceased people in the manor, most of them were strong players with thick calluses on their palms, and there was even a warlock who died silently before he even had time to release his spells.

The murderer's fighting power can be imagined!

Eternal fire can take the lead, rush to die?

Chapelle didn't want his men to make unnecessary sacrifices.

"Calm down, rookie, the eternal fire shines on all beings and drives out the darkness," he said solemnly, "but the gang members are not within the scope of protection."

"What do you mean?" the guard mused.

"Since the murderer never harmed innocents, this incident can be characterized as a vicious fight within the gang. The three gangs will solve it themselves, understand?"

Alphonse Willy is dead, and the evil force he left behind is a piece of fat placed in front of the Big Three, which will soon be devoured.

After receiving the inheritance, it is natural to take responsibility and deal with this hot potato!

And they couldn't tolerate a force that broke the rules and slaughtered gangs at every turn to sleep soundly beside them.

"Butcher Clifford, Beggar King Beilan, and Collector Olof will definitely negotiate with the murderer first... We don't have to worry."

At that time, the church may still be able to make a profit.

"Sir is wise."

"Why are you still standing stupidly, the villas are all searched?"

"Um."

Chapelle's heart moved, "Besides the dead, have you found anything good?"

It stands to reason that part of Alphonse's property should be stored in the manor. If it can be donated to the eternal fire, then more believers will bathe in the grace.

"Uh, sir, the brothers did find a secret room, but inside..." the guard's face became bitter, "there is only a box of poetry collections that make no sense and make no sense."

"..."

...

"Spear Cave".

Novigrad is one of the most well-known and popular pastimes of the people, one of the legacy of the Willie Gang.

In the past, the brothel was open all night, and there was an endless stream of customers who came to make a fuss, but today the brothel closed unexpectedly.

Hundreds of gang members are densely packed, blocking the closed gates decorated with ivory, driving away enthusiastic guests and curious passers-by.

The gang is divided into three distinct groups: beggars in ragged clothes, yellow-faced and skinny but with the largest number of people; strong men with swords and sticks and tattoos on their arms; dwarves with warhammers and battle axes in both hands, with whips hanging to their chests, rebellious dwarves , and a few half-blooded elves and gnomes.

The members of the three gangs disliked each other and barely kept their calm.

Inside the door, in the hall of the brothel, the crystal magic lamp shone brightly.

Three gang leaders with very different dressing styles sat in a triangle around the central round table.

"I received the exact news that just three days ago, five witchers entered the civilian area from the north gate of Novigrad, and broke out into a dispute with the Willie gang in the market, dragging them into the alley. ."

Dressed in a plain gray uniform, with a thick hood and cloak, the bald-headed man with kind eyebrows and a good-looking face, slowly fumbled for the golden seal ring on his finger, "Then the witcher took one of their hands and drove them back. The Willie Gang."

"The next day, Alphonse Willie's butler, Boggart, met the witcher at the Vanilla Inn..."

"On the third day... the evil incident happened yesterday!" The man's tone was stagnant, his hands rested on his chin, and his black pupils showed deep fear, "A whole core member of the gang, fifty-six people, No one is spared!"

"Your Excellency Beilan... Are you sure it was the witcher?" A handsome, fair-skinned man in a purple silk robe touched his elegant beard on his chin, "Five people dealt with more than fifty?"

"Is this possible, if I remember correctly, Old Willie also recruited a warlock to protect him."

"How is that impossible?! I have dealt with witchers, any one, even if the mutation is not complete, is infinitely powerful and fast as lightning, and the champion of my hometown of Tanshan is not enough to fight in front of them. What's more, five A!" The third dwarf stood up and shouted with a red face and a thick neck, and the magic lights made his oiled Mohawk hair sparkle and stand out.

His black-haired palms were spread and clenched, and he choked,

"I have lived for most of my life, and I have never seen a witcher who was dispatched like a rabbit in a nest. If they join forces, let alone one against ten, even if this group of rabble you brought will all rush up, the whole army will be wiped out. , can't hurt a single cold hair! Believe it or not?!"

"Cliver, put away your explosive temper!" Beggar Wang Beilan narrowed his eyes and said sternly, "I and Olof are not your subordinates, so I have no obligation to listen to your complaints!"

"Use your brains and give useful advice, how should we deal with the witcher?"

"Continue to let it go? What if they, on a whim, break into our territory and start killing like they broke into Willie Manor, would you like to?"

Cleaver snorted heavily and sat down reluctantly.

"My subordinates once had the opportunity to look at five witchers up close, four of them wearing a viper pendant, one wearing a cat head pendant... It's just the snake pie, and the cat pie, I believe both of them have heard of this All kinds of crazy deeds of the group... moody, all acted on instinct and impulse. It is not unusual to be provoked and destroy the whole family of Alphonse."

"According to what you said, the witcher does have a great dislike. And the cat pie, represents an uncontrollable factor...it must be erased!" "I suggest that we work together to destroy this group of 'invaders'!"

"I already have a plan, let's prepare anti-magic metal first, then some explosives, take the initiative to launch a surprise attack, and disable their crappy spell-like abilities!" The collector smiled sullenly, his cheeks flushed with excitement, " Without the spell, the witcher will not be slaughtered?"

"Okay...you think their steel swords are vegetarian." The dwarf sneered and touched the cockscomb head disdainfully, keeping the ends of his hair straight, "Then Your Excellency's people will come first and stand in front! Me and Bellan's Brother's Queen."

"Cliff, what do you mean?!"

"What I mean is very simple... The bloody lesson is in front of you," the dwarf's face sank. "The witchers in a group are invincible. Even if you can get rid of them, you will pay a heavy price, which is too big for you to imagine!"

Hearing this, the Beggar King sighed, thinking of the tragic state of Willie Manor again.

Maybe because he's older, he doesn't want to go through any more disturbing turmoil.

"The butcher is right, it's hard to deal with the witcher, in case one escapes - I have to remind you that both the Snake Pie and the Cat Pie made their fortunes by assassination. If you let one go, then let's not think about it again. Get a good night's sleep."

"What's more, they can fight one against ten, and they have already proved their strength and are qualified to receive the least respect... Let's have a negotiation and find out their attitude and future plans. It is best to reach a permanent peace agreement. ."

"The well water does not violate the river water, and the peace is maintained, the city of Nuo can be prosperous, and our work is meaningful!"

"Are you serious? Hundreds of people, surrender to five mutants?!" The collector's brown eyes were rounded, full of anger, "When did the dignified beggar king and the butcher become bastards?"

"Lord Olof, I know that you, as a 'noble warlock', have always discriminated against non-human races, and even collected some 'contraband items', but don't be blinded by your inexplicable sense of superiority!" The beggar king stared at the collector's Eyes, "Besides, I never said that I would give in, it's just an equal negotiation! There is no way to go, and there is a second set of solutions."

"Anti-magic metal and explosives, prepare in advance," the beggar king said with a solemn expression, "It's a big deal!"

"Now, Cleaver and I have made a choice. You have to go your own way... Over the negotiation and forcibly launch an attack, no problem, but if you get revenge, don't blame us for not intervening!"

The collector's face changed, gloomy enough to drip water, and after a while, he sighed heavily.

"Then do as you say. Contact the witcher and try to make an agreement!"

"I thought of a good place to communicate..." The butcher stroked his well-groomed beard and shook his cockscomb-like hairstyle gently, "Hawthorne I and II have both gone to hell, but the fight organized by Willie's gang The game must continue!"

"When the time comes, let's talk at the competition venue. Our site is full of people, so the witcher should always be a little bit wary."

The beggar king nodded, his gentle eyes suddenly gleamed, "The next topic is Old Willy's legacy: casinos, underground fighting arenas, brothels including the 'Spear Cave'. How to distribute, draw up a charter, Someone can take over this afternoon."

"Let me interject, I have to set aside a part to fill the appetite of the executioner of Eternal Fire..." The collector straightened his purple short hair and said rather painfully, "Only the inheritance can be delivered smoothly."

...

Southeast of Nuocheng, outside the civilian area.

A slender figure stood on the roof, waving a long sword.

The tip of the sword goes over the top of the head, the shoulders are straight, the whole body is relaxed, the T-step is performed under the feet, starting from the top position, switching from top to bottom to the bull position and the plow position...

To the tail position like a dragon lizard flicking its tail.

The movement is smooth and free.

The long sword ripped apart the air, refracted the sunlight, and left afterimages. With the progressive posture and steps, it uttered a soft moan as fast as a gust of wind.

Compared with the past, it has a bit more penetrating sharpness, which is derived from the style of the cat school.

After a moment, Roy exhaled, the long sword returned to its sheath, and glanced at the record on the panel.

Longsword Specialization lv2: To further master the basic skills of longsword swordsmanship, when using weapons such as longswords and half-handed swords, the strength, agility, and constitution attributes will be increased by 5%→10%, which will make you more effective at close range. Parry, block, dodge, and attack faster and more accurately in battle.

You can actively activate this ability, the bonus effect is doubled, but the physical energy consumption is also doubled, and this state lasts for at least 30 seconds. )

After a killing in the manor, swordsmanship broke through silently.

At the same time he realized an important problem.

The suppression ability carried by Guweihir has an unimaginable impact on ordinary people with low willpower. In less than ten minutes, they will be severely disturbed, and they will enter a state of frequent distractions, and they will be timid before fighting.

As if seeing something terrifying.

"This skill is simply a weapon for group battles. If you deal with dozens of people at the same time...what effect will it have?"

Roy couldn't help but think.

Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted, and a little girl with red clothes, braids, and a delicate face with a little baby fat came into his sight.

Crossing the narrow alley, I went straight to the downstairs of my house and knocked on the door.

"Huh—" Roy jumped, jumped straight off the third-floor roof, and stood behind the little girl.

She was startled, turned around and her face was pale, her mouth was shrivelled and she almost didn't cry, and then she forced a smile and said,

"You...you are the master witcher?"

"That's right..."

"His Majesty Francis Bellan greets you!" said the little girl, handing over a note.

The latter touched her braid, and stuffed a copper coin into her sweaty palm.

"The day after tomorrow, the underground fighting arena, negotiations? Sure enough, the ones who should come can't escape. Then go to meet the Big Three!"