The Divine Hunter

January 1, 1263

As soon as dawn broke, a fish-mammed white appeared on the horizon.

Chilling winds from the Amer Pass cut across the vast plains and lush Irunwald Forest.

In the forest area, there was a slight voice of discussion in the simple garrison consisting of two bunkers and a row of spiked barricades.

"My little candied dates are growing so fast. I haven't seen her for thirteen months since the day she was born. The last time I went home from vacation, I found out that she has changed from a fleshy little thing. It's like Mary, especially her nose and mouth. It's true! You should go and see how cute the little one is."

A young and gentle voice said, the pale yellow candlelight on the table illuminated his face covered with green stubble, and his eyes were faintly flushed under the dome helmet, "Unfortunately, I will never be able to accompany her in the future."

"I'm a little worried about my mother. She's at home alone, and she doesn't have any relatives or friends in the city. I don't know what to do with her after I leave?" Another middle-aged man with a thick beard and armor said reluctantly, "In the future The old disease of her waist and legs has recurred, who can rub her?"

The sudden gust of wind blew his black hair, which was stuck in tufts of grease, and fluttered backwards.

"A little over a year ago on the Yaruga River, a master witcher beheaded a mutant octopus on my boat. I also helped him save a slug..."

The bearded Adonis recalled, "That was a legendary warship. I originally planned to leave my little Reggie as a family heirloom, so I sold it! If I could go back to the helm and make a few laps on the river, I have no regrets in dying."

The rest of the armored guards also sighed and fell into memories. They all knew that since they returned home last time, they have been separated from their past lives forever.

"Brothers, stop showing off in front of a carefree old widower, and that's it," Gasper stood up, calloused, and slapped the soldiers' shoulders with hot palms. , his brown eyes swept over the remaining eight brothers, "His Majesty has made a promise that he will take care of your family for you and take care of them for the rest of your life."

"And don't complain, when Sintra is gone, our home will be destroyed by Nilfgaardian bastards! Our family will be reduced to more miserable refugees than beggars and homeless, believe me, that is better than Death in battle is even more terrifying!"

"There are no cowards and cowards in Cintra, we are just..." He choked up, "Being one step ahead of the other brothers into the arms of Goddess Freya."

Gasper's voice just fell,

"Chirp—"

A sharp gas explosion sounded, and a few miles away, an unusually dazzling yellow light shot up into the sky, illuminating the gray sky nearby!

"Fur's signal!?"

The faces of the nine people changed drastically in an instant, their eyes flickered, revealing deep despair, and then they clenched their fists, almost clenching their teeth!

They exchanged glances and nodded.

Gasper rushed into the tower and opened a delicate ebony box with a small, personal key.

A small thousand-paper crane flew out of the box, wiped his iron-blue face and flew into the sky, and instantly turned into a living crow, flapping its wings and flying towards the Manada Valley at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye!

He looked at the distant messenger, and there was a touch of determination on his rough and vicissitudes of life.

Gasper picked up a torch wrapped in tarpaulin, picked up a barrel of oil, left the tower, and quickly got into the jungle.

"Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

The fuel oil was sprinkled all over the trunk, the torch was dipped up, the flames jumped up from the bottom up against the roots of the tree, and the sparks of stars turned into vigorous flames in the blink of an eye.

One tree after another, kept being lit by torches.

Eight other guards were doing the same thing.

...

A terrifying fire and smoke spread through a large forest, the smell of grease and resin spread quickly, and the smell of burning was everywhere.

The woods were burning, and the dead branches and leaves that covered the woods were burning, and the sudden gust of wind in the early morning further fueled the fire.

Soon the entire forest of Irrenwald will be in flames!

The nine people hid behind the bunker of the garrison station, stared straight at the burning darkness ahead, drew their weapons, and exuded an aura of burning with the enemy.

They may not be able to stop the Nilfgaardian cavalry, but as long as they stop the huge infantry team for a moment or three, they will win the victory for Sintra!

The loud horn sounded suddenly, causing the birch leaves to fall. Followed by the sound of the hoofs of the war horses, a group of knights charged towards the outpost, the armor on their bodies, the swords in their hands, and the pupils in the gaps of the flying wing helmets, flashing a cold light!

The wind blows black cloaks embroidered with silver sun wheels behind them!

The eyes of the guards are both fearful and expectant!

"Yu-"

The dozen or so cavalry rushing in front seemed to have been hit hard by a battering ram—the front hooves of several black horses were blocked by tripling ropes connected between the trees.

The horse suddenly knelt forward, buried its head in the soil, lay on its side, struggled with a long neigh, rolled up a cloud of dust, but could not get up.

The knight on horseback was even more miserable. The body rose up due to inertia, spanned a distance of several meters, fell heavily to the ground, or twisted his limbs and neck, or flew directly into the burning woods.

Live into a barbecue!

"Brothers, kill these bastards!" Gasper waved his hand, spitting, and his eyes were splitting. "Shoot me!"

With fear and grimness on their faces, the guards hiding beside the bunkers took out "Gabriel" one after another and shot violently at the fallen cavalry. Several crossbows instantly shot them into sieves.

But their luck ends there.

The broken trip horse can no longer stop the enemy in the rear.

Boundless black armored cavalry, kicking the belly of the horse, came like a tide, waving long swords, pulling crossbows, overturning roadblocks, and surrounded them in all directions.

Arrows are raining!

The nine garrison soldiers stubbornly blocked the first wave of attacks with their shields.

However, in front of the cavalry that was several times their size, it was as fragile as a piece of paper, unbearable to fold!

They waved their long swords, shouted desperately, and rushed to the Heijia Army in the most heroic posture!

Swords and spears swung through the air, and the cavalry drowned them in the strong wind.

In the blink of an eye, all the guards lost their combat effectiveness.

Some fell in a pool of blood with several swords in their bodies.

Some are full of arrows and turn into hedgehogs.

Some of the knights who were charged were flung away with their spears.

Gasper still had one breath left. A sharp sword cut off half of his face and jaw, his back spine was broken by a mace, his thighs were smashed by the horse, his broken ribs were pierced into his internal organs, and his body was weak. Soft down.

He turned his head with difficulty. Not long ago, he was recalling his family's comrades-in-arms, and they all turned into cold corpses.

The Nilfgaardian stood there, provoking the bloody head with his long sword.

The pain, the endless desolation, and the sourness in his nose overwhelmed him.

Blood and tears stained the sight.

Out of the corner of his vision he looked at the burning forest.

Cavalry surrounded by flames!

"We did it, Sintra will win, justice will win!"

He smiled miserably, turbid tears slid down his bloody cheeks, his arms gradually drooped, his fingers gradually loosened, and he and his comrades could finally rest in peace.

He closed his eyes and missed the next scene——

A torrential downpour fell without warning among the trees, and the majestic rain fell from the sky, extinguishing the lingering flames among the trees.

The water evaporated, and then a gust of wind blew everything away.

...

A dignified army that stretched for miles was marching at a terrifying speed, clad in pitch-black armor and a forest of spears and sun flags overhead.

A dozen or so slender or sturdy warlocks in black cloaks sat on high-headed horses, under heavy protection.

They made complex gestures with their hands, and magical auras invisible to the naked eye passed through the forest.

The flames are extinguished, the road ahead is clear, and the army is invincible.