The Divine Hunter

Early in the morning, just as dawn broke, a faint white light enveloped Sintra's half-moon-shaped harbour.

Fleets from the archipelago landed silently here, the deep-sea beast-like hull and the gradually folded sails gleamed with red-bottomed silver sails, or emblems intertwined with axes and swords.

The tarred fir masts soared into the sky like a jungle, crowding almost the entire port.

A group of heavily armed men as strong as bears swarmed down from the landing steps in silence and swiftness.

Their dress is very different from the land people. They wear dark cloaks, plush elbow pads and leg pads, plaid wool belts around their waists, round shields on their backs, long swords on their waists, and a long sword in their hands. An axe, a wild horn helmet, or a dome helmet, but there is a small nose guard between the eyes, which makes the face under the helmet a bit fierce.

The thick beard and the chest hair protruding from the front of the shirt swayed gently between the struttings, and the sturdy breath came to the face!

"Clatz, Tanger, Dona..." Easter hugged the leading men with a moving face. "May Goddess Freya bless you, thank you for your help!"

"Uncle East, I haven't seen you for a year, how can you be more haggard than a woman who just gave birth to a child?" A big man with broad shoulders and red hair looked at him with a worried expression on his face.

"I suffered a fiasco." East shook his head sadly, his eyes were bloodshot and his forehead was ravaged by his sleepless night.

There were even a few white strands in the beard and hair, and the whole person seemed to have aged several years overnight.

"I failed the expectations of the people of Sintra. The more than 10,000 warriors I brought with me were almost wiped out in Manada." East bowed his head and blamed himself, "Only I, a cowardly coward, escaped back. on one's last legs!"

"If the champion of the three competitions on the archipelago is a coward, then there is no real man in the world!" Kratz, the wild boar of the sea, shook his head, "It's not your fault, we all understand that Nilfgaardian beasts did it Heinous sin! We are here to help you recover this bloody debt and let them go back to the south!"

"Death to Nilfgaard's beast!" The representatives of the seven major families raised their arms and echoed.

Kratz asked again, "By the way, why don't you see Aunt Calanthe?"

"She is ill and is recuperating in the castle." A hint of tenderness and worry flashed across East's eyes. "Everyone, the situation is critical, I won't talk nonsense, come with me!"

The next battle is already imminent.

The scouts sent by Ist sent back bad news - after the Nilfgaardian victory at Manada, they marched non-stop to Sintra with a huge army, and they did not camp for a while along the way.

They are determined to win the city of Sintra in one go.

At most, there will be half a day before the troops will be under the city.

...

East and a group of Sintra royals led 4,500 Skellig warriors (500 remained on board to prevent the enemy from sneaking on the water) along the long street to the city gate.

The wooden windows of the houses across the road were pushed open, revealing a pair of sad and cowardly eyes, all of which were women and children.

Ninety percent of the men in Sintra have already gone to the battlefield, and their bones are still lying in the Manada Valley to be eaten by birds and beasts. The rest of the city are orphans and widows.

This group of menacing reinforcements lifted their spirits, but the heartache could not be healed, and they were even more uneasy!

...

The city of Sintra faces the sea on three sides, and a solid granite city wall with an average height of more than seven meters blocks it in front, facing the vast plain with lush vegetation.

A deep trench circled the city in the dark earth not far below.

Everyone stood on the battlements and looked around, and the Sintra soldiers who were guarding the city had already made arrangements—

A stove and a cauldron filled with grease were built every few steps by the city, ready to be heated at any time. In addition, piles of heavy basalt stones and logs that the two of them hugged were neatly placed.

These are used to snipe intruders climbing the walls.

And the expensive iron gate in the center of the city wall has long been closed. Because of the special enchantment, its strength is far beyond that of ordinary iron, and it is basically impossible to break through from the outside.

In front of the gate, with red hair tied behind her head, Triss, who was wearing cool men's clothes, swung her magic light with both hands and cast a spell on the city gate to further strengthen it.

Everyone's eyes crossed the sorceress and looked far into the distance. On the vast plain, at the end of the horizon, a black tide was faintly coming towards this side.

The Nilfgaardian army composed of heavy armored knights and black-clothed infantry is rapidly approaching, and the dense silver sun wheel flags are fluttering in the wind!

"Get ready, we have a fierce battle to fight right now!" Kratz Ann Kleitt turned around, suddenly pulled out the saber from his waist and raised it above his head with a solemn expression, "The brothers of the Kleit family will fight first, and the rest of the brothers will fight. Rest and prepare for the rotation."

...

Sintra Castle, a luxurious and extravagant bedroom.

Calanthe sat quietly on the bed and recalled the advice of priestess Freya, with a complex expression, both surprise and panic.

Accidental child, child...

It must have come at an untimely time.

For the first time, this woman in her 40s felt distraught and struggled violently in her mind.

What is she going to do next? Do you risk everything for your husband, kingdom, and people, or should you live for the child in your womb?

"Grandma! You call your grandfather, let's go to Nuocheng together!" A chattering voice interrupted her reverie, the little princess fluttered beside her and shook her arm coquettishly, "I'm scared alone, I don't want to go! "

"Be obedient, Ciri! Now is not the time to mess around, leave immediately with the two masters!" Calanthe glanced at White Wolf and Roy, and gave them a look.

Geralt's expression was still a little stunned, and he had not recovered from the news of Geron's passing.

Unconsciously, he gently pressed Ciri's shoulder.

"No! I'm not going anywhere!" Ciri burst into tears, her face flushed. "I heard that Sintra was defeated and everyone was dying!"

"I'll never see you again when I leave! Woohoo, I won't leave unless you accompany me!"

"Who told you?!" Calanthe's face changed, and a trace of anger and sadness flashed in his emerald green eyes. Just as he was about to cover it up, he suddenly shook his head.

"Ciri, grandma doesn't want to lie to you. Sintra did encounter some troubles. But it's all temporary. When we win the final victory, Ist and I will go to Novigrad to visit you and be obedient."

Roy's eyelids jumped next to him, and there was a trace of unbearableness on his face.

"Why don't you let me stay since I can win? And I've seen it all, everyone will suffer, besides, Luo..." Ciri muttered sadly,

"What do you see?"

"Anyway, you didn't say that there are no cowards and cowards in Sintra, and Ciri is not a coward. Ciri will stay with you in the castle until victory!"

"Shut up! Geralt, Roy, take her away!"

"I swear, today you force me to leave, and I'll sneak away. I'd rather be a wild child than a deserter!" Ciri turned around suddenly and grinned at Geralt and Roy, revealing a small set of deciduous teeth. Roaring like an angry cat, "If anyone dares to 'kidnap me', I will hate him for the rest of my life!"

Bai Lang's heart trembled, and he looked at Roy next to him, and the latter felt helpless and centered.

He promised the Brotherhood and Coral to bring Geralt and Ciri back.

Since Ciri wanted to stay a little longer, it was logical for him to stay a little longer.

Ciri was lying beside Calanthe's knee, her small face resting on her knee, and she looked at her with tears in her eyes, "Let me stay... woo woo, let's go together!"

Calanthe bowed his head in silence, only stroking his stomach under the red silk robe.

She hasn't figured out what to do with the child in her stomach.

"Your Majesty, let her stay." Geralt spoke, his hoarse voice with a hint of bitterness.

He touched the disposable teleportation crystal in his arms.

As long as he was in the castle, he was 100% sure to take Ciri away.

Calanthe let out a long sigh.

"Master Geralt, please protect Ciri in the remaining days."

"Old man, do me a favor, too!" Mossak, with the antler helmet and the staff on his back, walked in from the door, "Take care of this little guy together until she reaches her destiny."

"Then it's up to you."

"As for you, Master Roy, if you want," Calanthe stared at the young witcher's face, with a hint of resentment in her helplessness, "Go and help Advisor Triss and keep her safe."

"Cintra's enchanted city gate is mainly maintained by her!"

"As long as the city gate is not broken, the Nilfgaardians will never want to come in!"

"I'm happy to serve..." Roy had no reason to miss the opportunity to gain experience.

"Man, be careful and try not to take risks." Geralt suddenly patted his companion's shoulder with a sullen face.

Roy nodded, but his heart felt strange. When did this arrogant man know how to care about people?

...

The sun completely plunged into the horizon, and night shrouded the earth.

Nilfgaard's attack is on schedule!

At a time when everything should be quiet, the west coastline is bustling like daytime.

Beside the towering city walls of Sintra, the beating firelight made a busy figure.

The city was stomping up and down, and the crowd was full of people. The countless black armored troops were like a group of well-disciplined worker ants. They were divided into dozens of teams at the same time. They quickly pushed the ladder equipped with rollers, grappling hooks and anti-shields, crossed the trenches, and went to different directions of the city wall. Advance!

At the same time, a group of Nilfgaardian archers shot dense rockets into the city.

But most of them were stopped by the well-prepared defenders.

The strong islanders stood guard behind every ladder that hooked the city, with sealskin tights and axe blades gleaming in the firelight around their waists. The black-armored target on the quasi-cloud ladder let go—

In the dull sound, the log rolled down against the ladder,

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of fractures sounded, and the Black Armored Army, who bore the brunt, was knocked off the ladder, fell to the ground on its back, spitting blood, his chest was sunken, and his wrists and ankles were terribly twisted.

When the bumpy log fell vertically from the middle of the ladder, it even smashed several unlucky ghosts under the city wall into meat patties!

...

Some islanders simply picked up the head-sized basalt and threw it directly.

The city wall of more than seven meters, under the blessing of huge inertia, the Nilfgaardian who was hit by the gravel immediately fell to the ground with a whimper, and a conspicuous pit appeared on the sturdy helmet.

Some were hit in the chest and back, and the broken bones ripped open their internal organs in reverse, and died slowly in internal bleeding.

...

Some islanders wore thick heat-insulating cotton armor and cotton gloves. They overturned the pan full of boiling oil with both hands as if pushing a wheel, and poured the black armored army at Yun Laizhi head-on.

"Zizi-"

The bright yellow hot oil fell like a torrential rain, and it became the nightmare of all the Heijia troops.

The soldiers standing under the city wall, whenever the splashed liquid was affected, immediately smoked all over, the wound exuded a smell of fried meat, and it turned red and festering.

The lethality of hot oil may not be as good as that of a log, but as long as it is stained with a little bit, it will roll on the ground in pain and lose its combat effectiveness on the spot. Only the Nilfgaardian who raised his shield was lucky enough to escape.

...

"Whizzing-"

The continuous vibration of the bowstring!

Wearing blue armor and the emblem of the three lions on a blue background, a total of 200 Sintra infantrymen kept attacking the invaders who stormed the city walls like waves!

Most of the arrows were offset by the men in black's hard armor and helmets. Even if someone fell to the ground occasionally, their companions would immediately rush forward and send them back to the Nilfgaardian camp for treatment.

Crossbows do limited damage, especially on low light nights, but that's only for most average shooters.

Just among the tense-looking Sintra guards, there is an alien——

A slender man with heterochromatic pupils, wearing Sintra's blue chainmail, but a pair of tight leather pants, dressed nondescriptly.

Strolling back and forth around the city.

The position on the battlements was really suitable for both offense and defense. He continuously aimed at the crowded Black Armor Army below and pulled the trigger.

The arrows that drilled out of the crossbow were almost connected into a silver thread.

In the sound of breaking air, people kept falling.

But soon, someone in the Nilfgaardian army noticed the marksman and launched a key strike!

A black-clothed catapulter hidden behind the trenches gleamed in his eyes, and shot an arrow at the city.

The arrow grazed Roy's body and shattered the Quinn's shield.

He stomped his head towards the city, and suddenly drew the outline of the five fingers on his left hand. When the golden light covered his body again, he pulled the trigger with his right hand!

"Whoosh-"

The arrow dragged the meteor-like tail feathers and turned a corner in the night sky.

The catapulter who attacked had a blood flower burst from one eye and fell to the ground without a word.

"Time to kill!"

Roy took a deep breath, stuck his head out beside the battlement, and assumed a well-trained crossbow shooting posture. His pupils shone like a cat, his eyes pierced through the night, and swept to the other creeping Nilfgaardian crossbowmen and archers by the trench.

The screams of killing around, the sound of sharp blades cutting, the sound of boiling oil and burning flesh, and the sound of logs crushing bones, all became deaf ears.

He moved his right index finger.

A crossbowman flew backwards, hit the side of the trench, and collapsed, blood spattered on the clay walls like a blooming rose.

"Brother over there, good archery!" An islander less than half a meter away from Roy whistled in admiration.

He suddenly raised a black stone, the muscles under his arms bulged high, his face flushed, his nose trembled, and he threw it into the distance with a hey yo.

bang!

The two helmets of the Black Armored Army under the city wall were dented and fell to the ground.

"You're not bad either!"

A rain of arrows flew from the trenches and shot at Roy, and the Nilfgaardian archers finally caught his heels.

An arrow passed by, scraping a few marble shards from the battlements before the Quinn shield. But Roy didn't move this time, pulling the trigger calmly and calmly.

"Whoosh-"

There was another exclamation from the ditch, but it was immediately drowned out by the screams of killing.

An archer slumped to the ground like a puppet, his brains and blood splashing on his companions.

More shooters fired back in Roy's direction.

"Whoosh-"

A crossbow arrow hit the Kunn Shield and bounced off again.

Roy blew out a lock of hair blocking his eyes and pulled the trigger.

The bowstring hummed.

One of the shooters who fought back screamed in pain, clutched the blood hole in his chest, bent down, and knelt down toward Roy's direction, like a devout worshipper.

The shooters in the trenches were restless.

More than 30 meters away, there are seven or eight companions on my side, and the other side is alone. However, after a fight, the opposite side is unscathed, but our side has suffered heavy losses!

And his arrows are surprisingly powerful, unless they hit the limbs, the arrows in other parts will definitely die, and his arrows can turn strangely, track the target, and it is difficult to dodge.

Immediately, two guys hesitated and hid under the ditch and huddled together.

But more people were aroused to be competitive and chose to continue shooting against Roy!

five minutes later.

Beside the city wall of Sintra, in the trench to the southeast, all eight Nilfgaardian shooters turned into cold corpses.

And Roy was only shot in the right arm!

Without changing his face, he took out the barbed arrow, took a breath, and poured some spirits on the wound!

Turning around, "Whoo-"

The arrow pierced the air.

A black armored army who tried to slash the islander's neck with a sword slashed with blood on the side of his face and fell down the ladder!

"Goddess Freya! Man, Ion Itusek owes you a life!" The bearded man touched his neck with lingering fear, grinned and showed his big yellow teeth, and said gratefully, "Can you tell the name? After the battle is over , I invite you to drink!"

"Ox! That's it!"

After a small episode, the two re-entered the fight.

...

Shoot, keep shooting.

Time flies in war.

Up and down the battlements, wave after wave of bloody corpses were dragged away. From the time the Nilfgaardians attacked in the dark, the time passed quietly until the early morning of the next day.

The Heijia Army dropped countless corpses.

The Sintras on the defensive side, relying on their positional advantages and various fortifications, suffered only one-fifth of the opponent's casualties.

Roy took a breath after lying on the ground, his face flushed with excitement.

Throughout the night, he fired more than 600 crossbow arrows, the fingers on the wrench were frayed, and the "activation" was also used to restore physical strength.

He couldn't remember how many black armors he shot and killed, but the experience came quietly - Demon Hunter lv10 (9000/8500).

An unimaginable pleasure arises spontaneously. Pull the trigger and harvest experience. It is so simple and straightforward that human life seems to become a repeated number of experience.

And these are all a group of invaders, Roy has no burden!

But before dawn broke, the Black Armor changed its way of attacking.

Several dark, ferocious and cold giants appeared in the military formation in the distance.