The Divine Hunter

"War is not a child's play. If you risk your life in order to find someone, it will not be worth the loss." Vesemir bluntly expressed his opposition, "Although I also miss Grandmaster Aiga, I don't have to risk my life. ."

"That's right," Escal agreed. "The Sintra and Nilfgaardian wars have nothing to do with the witchers. The best we can do is to help bring Ciri back... If you forcibly intervene in the war, it will violate the principle of neutrality. I have to say It was a bad start."

"Our most important task and goal at the moment is to stay at home and help Monty's four children pass the grass trial. Increase the number of witchers."

Most of the witchers in the conference room nodded.

"Danger is only relative," Lambert sang the opposite, "we only operate on the periphery of the battlefield, searching for the whereabouts of the great master of Ellen, as long as we are careful enough... It's like sticking your fingers into the edge of a frying pan and turning around, Our speed and resilience are unmatched by ordinary people, and we will be safe and sound.”

"It's up to you," Leto said in a familiar voice. "The whole body will fall into the frying pan and be fried into scarlet and juicy pieces of meat for wild dogs and ghouls to feast on."

"Everyone, thank you for your concern and opinions...but I have to go," said Geron Morlu firmly, pounding the round table with his fist to emphasize, "Manada, Sintra, or Sodden, Until I find Teacher Ellen."

Roy moved his lips, trying to dissuade him.

"I have to do something." He emphasized, "This is the only meaning of my life. Otherwise, I would be better off dead."

Obviously the goal is right in front of him, he doesn't want to miss it again, and wait another hundred years.

The atmosphere in the conference room was condensed.

"Then vote." Serrit said solemnly, "Actually, we don't have to rush to intervene in Sintra's war. We can wait for the Brotherhood to become stronger before taking action. According to the conclusion of the mural... The Mysterious Man Society Participated in most wars in the world, after Sintra, there will be no shortage of wars, those are opportunities!"

"What's more, everything about that mural is just an inference, a mysterious person, a conspiracy, and you can't believe it at all."

"So we've got to find out! Man, I can't wait!" Geron's eyes were about to burst with green sparks.

"This is self-destruction..." Serret muttered in a cold tone. "Since you joined the Brotherhood, you should obey the collective decision and restrain your inner impulses. You are acting like a madman addicted to anesthetic powder."

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Or wait until I return from the battlefield to die for the Brotherhood." Geron apologized.

Roy's eyes slowly swept over the crowd.

When there is a conflict between collective and individualism, from a rational point of view, he prefers that Jielong take the overall situation into consideration.

But reality cannot be entirely rational.

"Then go!" Geralt's teeth flashed a white light on Geralt's pale and blue face that had just shaved his beard. "Accompany Geron into the battlefield!"

"It's long overdue!" Owl shook his head, as if he didn't think it was a great decision. "The witcher doesn't cause trouble, but he's not afraid of trouble."

"It's just war... You can't leave a new brother behind."

"Yeah." Aiden and Kayan nodded silently.

"I appreciate your kindness." With a grateful smile on his face, Jeron shook his head firmly, "But think about the children in the orphanage... Think about your lofty ideals and bright future for revitalizing the Witcher Academy."

"I'm going alone! I've wasted a hundred years, I'm a waste, and I don't care about wasting my life again. But you're different!"

"It's not just you." Cohen said slowly, standing up from his seat, "I'll go with you!"

"The sword has no eyes on the battlefield, and many people are prone to casualties."

"Even if our thirteen brothers are dispatched collectively, compared to thousands of soldiers, the steel torrent is insignificant..."

"The witcher is agile, but also of flesh and blood,

How many people can we kill to protect ourselves, two hundred, three hundred, and then what? And there is no room for dodge at all on the battlefield. "

"We just need to find someone."

"Me and you..." Cohen looked at Geron, "Two is enough."

Silence enveloped the entire conference room, a surprisingly long silence.

Several people began to think about a question. Although Geron joined the Brotherhood, he had a strong purpose.

The relationship between the witchers and him can't be called siblings, so why should they enter the battlefield for him?

...

"I agree..." Serret's face was expressionless and his voice was calm, "Since Geron has to go, then the Brotherhood will send a member to act with him to search for possible Elan, Mysterious Man, and even Evil Eye. , Your Excellency Aigar."

He accentuated the word "maybe" when he actually resented meddling in the war in the bottom of his heart.

He can only minimize the negative impact.

"According to normal logic, the person who goes to the battlefield must be the most skilled person. Arming him with the best resources of the Brotherhood will have the highest probability of survival."

"Brothers, just stay and take care of the school. Those kids can't do without you." Kayan's scarlet pupils flashed a gleam, "As for Cohen, I'll take your place, and I'll be with Geron!"

"Don't think about it!"

"Listen to me!" Kayan's hoarse voice was full of rationality. "Our cat faction is the most responsive. We are good at dodging swords and arrows, and have excellent life-saving skills. And I am much better than Aiden and Owl."

"Stupid! Ridiculous!" Aiden sneered with round eyes.

"In terms of skills, I am Oaks/Lambert, who have I ever been afraid of?"

"Seeing if there are any scars on my face, I'm still alive and kicking. I'm the roughest and thickest." Escal said in a stern voice.

"Look at me, man." Kayane pulled down his sunglasses.

"The brave boys, we should discuss not only skills, but also experience... The more combat experience you have, the better you can retreat." Vesemir's old voice added, with a little helplessness and a little relief.

"Everyone, don't talk, don't talk." Jiron shook his head, but no one paid any attention.

A heated debate broke out in the conference room.

The witcher turned red.

"boom!"

The bald-headed man slammed the table, and the noise in the loud noise was eliminated. He twisted his neck, his bones cracked, and his amber pupils calmly swept across the twelve brothers.

"Quiet them all! I passed the second mutation... I am the strongest one, and it's up to me to go!"

His eyes were full of strong confidence and unquestionableness.

The faces of those who were swept by him froze, their mouths shouted, and they were reluctant to turn their faces away.

They knew very well that what the bald man said was the truth.

After the second mutation, his melee attributes have crushed all the companions on the scene.

"So it's settled! I—"

"No, in name, I'm the leader of the Brotherhood! And Leto..." A young but firm voice interrupted him, Roy ignored the pull of the sorceress beside him, and he looked at him without giving an inch. The bald man looked like a young lion provoking the leader of the lion pride, "You are not the strongest, you are not!"

Dark gold, silver gray and amber are intertwined in the air.

The former witcher master and apprentice sparked sparks between their eyes.

...

It was a sunny day, but the air was filled with a sense of oppression.

In the alder forest.

The bald-headed man and the slender but smaller disciple faced each other five meters apart.

Roy bent his body slightly, and clenched his empty hands into half fists and placed them on his waist.

With his eyes locked on the opposite side, the bald head slowly pulled out the steel sword behind him, shook his wrist unhurriedly, stepped forward with his left foot, and raised the blade to the right side of his face in a bull-like manner.

The dazzling sunlight reflected from the bright blade and the top of the head, Quinn and Helio, golden and dark rays of light covered the sleeveless leather armor.

He grinned,

"Very well, kid, let me see. Two years, how much have you grown? Can you surprise me?"

"Shuh-" The voice fell, and the bald-headed man was like lightning rushing towards Roy. The dead branches and fallen leaves covering the glade danced with his dashing figure, and a steel-knife-like wind rushed toward his face.

The latter reached out and grabbed it, and there was an extra weapon in his palm, not a long sword, but a hand crossbow.

Letho's melee attributes are almost equivalent to a weakened version of a high-level vampire, and he won't be foolish enough to fight with a sword!

"Whoosh—" Roy pulled the trigger with his index finger, and Gabriel shot an arrow.

The distance between the two was too close to have any room to dodge, and the arrow hit the bare, rough, muscular sword-wielding arm of Leto.

"Boom"!

Quinn's seal was shattered, and a huge force beyond expectations caused Lesso's sprinting body to be clearly unbalanced and to the side.

If there is only thrust, he can still use inertia and superb swordsmanship skills to swing a sword towards the disciple whose eyes are as bright as stars.

With just one blow, he promises to make the opponent completely lose their combat effectiveness-Roy's skills are full of flaws and too immature in his opinion.

But the arrow actually contained a strange dizzy power that penetrated Helio and all defenses.

Letho was briefly absent for 0.2 seconds, and the blade lost control.

The snake-style steel sword slashed stiffly towards Roy's left shoulder, the route was too obvious, and the latter walked around under his armpit with a short body.

"Whoosh-"

A crossbow arrow flew into the distance again.

The bald man woke up from the dizziness almost at the same time, but did not twist his body and hit the back.

The five fingers of the left hand outline the blue spell in mid-air, and suddenly press it hard on the ground!

"boom!"

An amazing roar sounded, and a violent airflow swept in all directions with the big man at the center, and within five meters of his feet, a thick layer of humus flew away.

Leaves, dead branches, and soil flutter like petals.

The ground exposed black soil.

However, the sound of knocking down the enemy was not unexpected.

Under an alder tree thirty meters away, a strange ripple appeared in the space, and Roy appeared there.

Smiling, he raised his crossbow towards him.

"Whoosh-"

With the cover of the broken leaves in the air, Leto sprinted to the side, and at the same time, the five fingers outlined, allowing the golden seal to cover the whole body again.

The agility of close to 30 gave him a terrifying speed, so that the crossbow arrow that turned a forty-five degree angle in mid-air still failed to catch up with the corner of his clothes.

Another scorching fireball drilled out of Roy's palm, spanning a distance of 30 meters. Ruyan shot straight at the bald man like a forest, and even turned and followed in the air.

"boom!"

The fireball hit a verdant alder tree, which was blown to pieces, its branches and leaves burning and billowing black smoke.

However, Letso behind the tree was unscathed, and he found some kind of trick!

"Shuh-" The sunlight shining through the forest cracks revealed a strange snake-walking figure. He made an irregular zigzag turn and moved forward, bypassing the alder trees and dwarf birches, approaching Roy, and leaving a trail along the way. Wisps of afterimages.

Thirty meters away in less than two seconds!

Alder Tremor's purple arc after burning an oak tree.

Knowing that the attack was ineffective, Roy changed his strategy and jumped at his body. With his long sword like a spear, he stabbed his Lesotho quickly and shouted.

"coax!"

In an instant, the air seemed to stop flowing, and the abundant magic in the forest was condensed into a ball in front of Roy by the mysterious syllable, and suddenly burst open.

Air flow!

A figure of cool Xiao Roy jumped out of the magic torrent and stood in front of the master.

Letho's stabbing longsword pierced the illusion impartially, shattering his false body.

crackling.

The light spread out like a shooting star.

A surging pale freezing air burst out of the shattered illusion, freezing the bald man upright.

In an instant.

Crystal clear ice ridges formed on the leather armor of his limbs and trunk, and his movements and reactions were directly reduced by one-third.

And a kaleidoscope of Arden's halo spread under Roy's feet, standing Guvihir upright in front of him, and the blade divided his face in half.

Half is cold, half is fire.

The two sides pounced on each other like cheetahs, moving as fast as lightning, accompanied by the terrifying sound of sharp blades breaking through the air, and the whine of the clash of gold and iron echoing in the woods.

There was only a short exhalation sound, the bombardment of the seal, the sound of swords, and the sound of heavy breathing.

"boom!"

Roy was knocked to the ground by Fayin.

Leto slashed with his sword.

The onlookers widened their eyes in horror.

A big blood-soaked octopus jumped out of the void behind Roy, and thousands of tentacles shrank inward like a predator and collapsed suddenly, instantly pounced on the bald man, wrapping and entangling.

The scarlet arms and legs full of suckers waved and rolled up the afterimages of the sky.

It exudes an indescribable horror.

Just by looking at it, endless nightmares came out of my mind, and all kinds of unbearable experiences reappeared in front of my eyes.

Binding into a zongzi, Leto was unable to parry, and Guvihir was placed on his neck.

...

In the alder forest, everyone formed a circle.

"Little devil, in just two years, you can grow to this point..." Lesuo rested against a big tree, there was no regret or discomfort on his face, only relief, he patted his disciple on the shoulder boldly, and grinned, " As expected of a disciple I value!"

"Whether you win or lose, you are my teacher." Roy lowered his head and said sincerely.

The surrounding members of the wolf faction, snake faction, and cat faction have complex expressions.

For the first time, members of the fraternity went all out against each other, and the results were astounding.

Before he knew it, the youngest witcher had become the most powerful one.

The sorceress put her hands around her chest, her expression was frosty, and she was still sulking, but her blue eyes turned to Roy from time to time, with a hint of worry.

Kalkstein rubbed his half-bald forehead with interest. He seemed to have found a new research subject, and he thought that maybe he should stay here for a while, not just a year.

"The difference in speed, strength, and skill is clearly visible to the naked eye... but the results are completely opposite." Lambert sighed, a trace of frustration flashed on his face, even the strongest among the witchers, Leto was defeated by this little devil. Against Roy, it is estimated that the loss will be even worse, a crushing defeat!

"No, I can only participate in the second mutation next time!"

"What is the ability to flicker?" Jielon's indigo pupil flashed a hint of envy. It was the first time he saw such a strange space shuttle, and he immediately realized that it could be used for escape, chasing, or dealing with mages. What a huge advantage.

"You can think of him as a mutant power." Serret calmly helped cover up.

Vesemir stroked his beard, and his cloudy eyes swept over the young man. Like many others, he had the idea that if Roy had used his strange abilities from the very beginning, whether it was in the first second of the fight, Leto would will fail miserably?

Is this kid scrutinizing the teacher's face?

"The last octopus..." Geron said halfway through, swallowing the question, and others tacitly ignored it.

Just be yourself.

They can only soothe themselves.

"No wonder you were able to kill a high-ranking vampire last time." Escal sighed, "You are the youngest, but you can become the leader of the Brotherhood."

"So, brothers..." Roy took Leto's hand and helped him up, "Let's make a deal, I'll accompany Geron to find Lord Alan."

...

"I'm willing to give up the gamble," Leto said, "but remember, there are so many brothers in the orphanage, that group of kids, Ms. Rita is waiting for you... It's all about life."

"Don't worry! Even if I can't beat it, I'll have no problem escaping! Don't forget that I have other abilities." Roy glanced at everyone's eyes gently and sincerely, focusing on the sorceress, full of apology.

The latter heard the words, and flashed before his eyes the strange situation of his body at the end of the green grass trial, golden light appeared all over his body, and all the injuries disappeared.

She pursed her red lips, and her worries subsided a little.

...

"There is still a period of time before the war, you have to be fully prepared." Kalkstein looked at Roy and Geron, and suddenly interrupted, "If the two of you need it, I plan to refine a few life-saving items from now on. And tough alchemy devices, such as silent cloaks, amulets, and more powerful explosives, but you have to pay for it yourself."

"I'll help you." Rita Ned gave Roy a resentful look, "I don't want to become single for no reason."

"Then there are two of you..." Geralt responded on his behalf.

"Money is not a problem, the stronger the effect, the better." Serrit added while holding back the pain.

"Brothers, this is actually... this is a challenge from the Griffin faction..." Cohen said unwillingly, looking around his comrades who had accepted his fate.

Immediately, the crowd glared at him,

"Do you still think we are brothers?" Lambert put his arms around his shoulders and gave him a threatening look, "Or do you want to show off with Roy?"

"I...I..." He lowered his head, his face flushed.

"Come on, come on, don't linger like a woman!"

"That's it! Now let's talk about something else!"

Roy took out the dog tag and the brass cover with the cross and the nine-pointed star, and asked the two wizards.

got the answer.

"Aha, this kind of dog tag..." The alchemist rubbed the cold and hard metal casing with a glimpse of surprise in his eyes. "It reminds me of some old guys in the Warlock Brotherhood who are engaged in special research."

"They are good at making all kinds of unnatural monsters - constructs, biological stitching, mutants... But that was more than two hundred years ago, and now this kind of behavior is considered taboo, and they gradually disappear, maybe become a bunch of The skeleton may be hidden in a hidden corner of the world."

"You are lucky, but you met one in Heinkawih."

"So we guessed right, that myriad is a 'watchdog'." Geron asked nervously. "Do you know those researchers?"

"Sorry, the research direction is different, I only have a little impression of a few, Ortolan, Viluta, Talwix, Idalan...but only by name."

On the other side, the sorceress Liu Mei frowned slightly. She had never heard of these names, so these people had not appeared in the Warlock Brotherhood for at least a hundred years.

"When this year is over, I will get back in touch with the Brotherhood, and I will help you ask." Coral said.

Everyone looked at each other, and that was all they could do.

"Second question, the mage who sealed Dijing, there is only one Lord in the world who has that kind of ability," a flash of admiration flashed in Coral's beautiful eyes, "The first batch of northerners who mastered the magic of the ancient race, who used to be Novigrad A member of the Alliance, one of the founders of the Brotherhood of Warlocks, Joffrey Monk!"

"He was famous for his hobby of capturing di-jins. He imprisoned these spirits in bottles and extracted three wishes from each of them. He was able to cast magical whirlwinds and magical storms, and even fly, through the power of di-jins. "

"Furthermore, as you can see, he carved a seal with a 'a broken cross and a nine-pointed star' on each bottle."

Everyone's eyes narrowed, and the magic skill was magical.

Then Coral's last sentence made them feel a chill.

"But it's a pity that Dijing can't make people immortal... Joffrey has passed away for more than a hundred years. The magic bottles you see are all hidden by him all over the world and excavated by others."

"He also left a nasty sentence - do you want my treasure? If you want, you can give it all to you, go find it, everything in this world is there!"

"I remember that this master seems to have left a magic bottle 'treasure map' in the internal library of the Warlock Brotherhood." Coral added,

People just got interested,

She changed her voice again,

"But it was stolen by someone with an unknown identity and ulterior motives."

"No one has backups?"

"As far as I know, no."

"Okay then! The two clues of the dog tag and the wishing bottle are temporarily interrupted..." Roy took a deep breath. "At present, the hope of finding Alan is only in the battlefield!"