The Divine Hunter

Asina was petite and slender like most dryads, her back was straight under her emerald green dress, and her head was high, making her look extremely proud.

The face is old-fashioned and serious, and the hair and pupils are pure silver-white, as if there is no emotion.

In Roy's eyes, she is like a flaming green flame that makes people unable to look directly at her. Such momentum also comes from her strength.

Esina

Age: 324

gender: female

Occupation: Dryad Queen, Warlock

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Esina didn't pay attention to the young witcher. She passed the crowd and went straight to Ciri. She lifted the girl's chin and stared into her eyes. Let Brian take her out of the house.

"Get up, Gwenblade."

"Greetings to you, Esina, Supreme Ruler of Brock Leon."

"You are welcome to my forest again, but it is extremely dangerous for you to come unannounced, understand?"

"I have a big mission and I have to come." White Wolf still lowered his head and said solemnly,

"Oh," the silver-haired dryad smiled, "no wonder it's so reckless. So is this child also with you?" Her Yinzhu pupils finally turned to Roy.

It was as if an invisible giant palm was pressing down on his head, forcing him to bend over and bend his knees.

Roy finally understood why the senior witcher was so humble. Geralt had already learned to fear in the face of an irresistible force.

"Lord Aisina, he is still young, please don't be embarrassed."

"Look up..." Aisina stretched out her hand to stop the pleading white wolf, "Child, let me see your eyes." Then, Aisina saw a pair of dark golden eyes as she wished.

Her silver swirls usually want to extract information from it, but after a while, her impeccable aura loosened a little, and there was a hint of surprise in her icy-steady eyes.

But soon,

She regained her composure.

"Gwenblade, for your sake, he can walk with you later."

"Huh..." Roy breathed a sigh of relief with sweat on his forehead as Aisina's eyes pulled away. The lady just stared for a short while, but he actually felt a real pressure.

However, he still remained calm. After facing the legendary creatures such as Goddess Meritelli, high-level vampires, Dagon projection, and the fairy in the lake, his mental immunity was much stronger.

"Now, Gwenblade, let me guess the mission you have on your shoulders." Esina said, "Eckhard is too stupid, and Evel and Veraxus want to eat my flesh and blood, and the surrounding kingdoms also Only King Vinslav of Brugg would send someone to propose to me."

"As you say, it is."

"You must understand that inside and outside of Brock Leon are two worlds of ice and fire. Humans and us. Hundreds of years of hatred cannot be resolved with just a few words."

"But war is not what I want, and I don't want to see any of my sons and daughters die. I can give you a letter now, and tell the king of Brugg when you go back, as long as his subjects do not step on the road from now on. One step into Brock Leon, and we will naturally be at peace with each other."

The witcher's lips moved, and Esina interrupted him again, "Stop talking for him, or arrogantly ask Blok Leon to sever the land and ask for peace."

"but……"

"That's how you reply to him!" Esina settled down. "He won't bother with a lowly witcher like you. Now, if you want, let's talk about another trouble."

Aisina smiled rarely, and looked at Governor Fissnat, a tall, bear-like strong man who had been left aside for a long time, "He's your friend, this scalp hunter."

"Don't scare him..." Geralt gave the Governor a reassuring look, "You should know that he came for the girl just now. Otherwise, you wouldn't save him."

"But I don't know what to do with him. It will take a long time for his injury to heal." Esina walked towards the bunk made of branches, and Freixette turned pale and curled up in despair.

"Do you have children?" Aisina stared at the Governor for a while, "Answer honestly!"

"I'm still..." Freixnett retreated to the wall, unable to retreat, he had to clear his throat and said softly, "I'm not married yet..."

"It doesn't matter if you have a family or not, I just want to know," Aisina glanced down the Governor's eyes recklessly, "Is the thing under you still working? For the sake of the giant tree! Tell me , have you ever made a woman pregnant, or are you as powerless as a witcher?"

"Ah..." Freixnet swung his hands around, exclaimed, and then said with a stab at his neck, "Of course I have! My body is... OK... But dear lady, why do you ask?"

He noticed Geralt's pitying look.

"Take care, buddy." Roy also mourned for him for a few seconds in his heart. The Governor's strong body, with a little sexy mustache, can no longer meet the aesthetics of the tree spirits, it is absolutely perfect in their minds-breeding machine.

Countless tree spirits, one by one, sat up on wooden stakes.

sit up, sit down...

Roy shivered all over, just thinking about it was terrifying.

Esina got a satisfactory answer and turned to Geralt,

"After he recovers, he leaves enough children in exchange for freedom."

"Thank you for your kindness, Esina..." Geralt dared not look at his old friend again.

"Ms. Esina..." Roy couldn't help it. "I want to ask, how did you decide about that girl, Ciri?"

"Interesting boy... I only see a fog in your eyes." Esina stared at him with interest, "You don't need to care about this, after a while, tomorrow, you and Geralt will be together. Leave Brock Leon."

"But she is not an ordinary girl, she is the princess of a country."

"Gwenblade, what does it matter? My decision will not change. If you want, come to my room to watch the ceremony tonight."

Aisina waved her sleeves coldly and turned to leave.

...

Time flies, it's evening.

Countless fluorescent flickering flying insects appeared among the tree houses.

They comfortably shed an ambiguous and warm green light, making Doon Canal's strange plants show a different enchanting posture from the daytime, swaying with the wind.

The two witchers, leaving Fresnet, who was still digesting the fact that he was about to become the father of many small dryads, entered Esina's huge oak house.

Esina was kneeling on the floor in the center of the house, gently combing the mouse-gray silver hair for the girl in front of her.

The little girl sat cross-legged in front of the lady quietly, her back was straight, her green eyes were wide open, her little face was washed very cleanly, and she was no longer naughty, looking a little dull.

"You are here..." Aisina greeted, without stopping the movement of combing in her hands.

"Gwenblade, I know you never hurt dryads, water fairies, goblins, on the contrary, you are willing to protect them. So I respect you, please come and watch. Now, I need your respect, by the way. The little guy next to you, don't let him make trouble."

Geralt first knelt down on one knee, then sat upright on the ground, and Roy followed his example and sat on the ground.

"Ms. Esina, before the ceremony, I ask you to listen to what I have to say."

"As you said, Brock Leon and the outside world are two worlds of ice and fire, and the girl in front of you, with all due respect, does not belong to your world."

"It will belong soon," Esina said casually.

"Aisina," Geralt argued uncharacteristically, "I implore you to give her back to me and let her return to her own world. Her fate should be decided by herself."

"How dare you disobey me?" Esina stopped the comb in her hand and looked directly into the witcher's eyes. After a while, a "hoho" sneer came out of her throat, "I see. So you are playing the same thing as me. idea."

"I've heard long ago that witchers are sterile, and all witchers with the Law of Accidents long for their unexpected sons."

"I know that you participated in the marriage of Princess Paveta, the daughter of Calanthe, and helped her beast husband to break the curse and restore his original body. At that time, you also stated the law of accident and hoped that a boy would inherit it. your mantle, right?"

"It's a pity..." Esina lifted Ciri's chin, "The Accidental Child is a girl, and a girl can't be a witcher. So, she's mine now, and she'll inherit the will of Brokleon ."

"Shit!" Geralt shouted, with a firm attitude, "Look at her now, her eyes are dull, and she can't move because of fear and the influence of drugs, you are kidnapping!"

"No, Geralt..." Ciri shouted, rebellious. "I don't look dull and I'm not afraid. Besides, my grandmother said dryads aren't bad people. I won't be in danger here!"

"Haha!" Esina laughed when she heard the words, "Look, Gwenblade, this is the choice of the elder son, this is her destiny, and it has nothing to do with you."

Roy's heart jumped, and sure enough, this magician with deep magic power had already seen through the girl's details.

"Son of the ancient blood?" Geralt's face was solemn, "You said that Ciri is..."

"Yes, I saw dazzling flames and dazzling stars in her eyes. She is the heir to the blood of the ancients, and she will definitely become a member of Brock Leon and embark on the road of glory."

Esina beckoned back, and a dryad emerged from the curtain behind her.

The honey-haired Brian handed over a silver cup with trembling hands. Esina took it and held it up, "Do you know the ancient runes above, you two?"

"know."

"Then read the words on it, this is Craig Ann's communion cup, the king who drank from this cup has long been forgotten,"

"Duetaean aef cirran Caerme Gleddyv. Yn esseth"

The young witcher whispered the words above, "The sword of fate has two blades."

"And Ciri is one of them." Esina said in a deep voice, turning around the little girl, and commanded in an unquestionable tone, "Drink it, son of the ancient blood, this is the water of Brock Leon. ."

"Finally waiting for you - the legendary mysterious liquid."

Roy suppressed his excitement, and Anjin's pupils turned to the cup.

Brock Leon water

An enchanted hallucinogenic water. After a human girl drinks it, she will lose almost all her memories, create illusions of the past and the future, and turn her body and mind into a dryad, but it is highly poisonous to men.

The water will purify the ancient blood, and take it with the herb "blood of the sun" to achieve the ultimate effect.

...

The water of Brock Leon, the blood of the sun - the former transforms the dryad, the latter transforms the elves, and the source of the two bloodlines is the ancient Ain El.

So, their stacking effect purifies the blood of the ancients.

"Then it works for me too."

Roy was relieved.

The trophy package is holding a blood of the sun, and he also has a full recovery to cope with the unexpected situation.

From Sintra, through Yaruga, to Brock Leon... it's all worth it now.

His plan was not in vain!

...

Ciri pressed her lower lip to the edge of the Holy Grail under Esina's forcing, her face hesitated, as if she hadn't made up her mind - she was resisting.

And Roy glanced at Esina, who was on the verge of rage, and the witcher with a gloomy face, and said the set of remarks that had been prepared for a long time.

"Ms. Esina, I have a proposal."

"Say, before I run out of patience."

"Why don't you, let me, White Wolf, and Ciri drink the water of Brock Leon together, but I have a request, if we can all wake up and return to normal, please let us take Ciri away. "

"Courageous...but do you know what the waters of Brock Leon mean to men and witchers?"

"Very poisonous..." Roy said calmly, there was no poisonous poison that could make him suffer like a herbal reagent.

"Then are you still willing?"

"Ciri is still young, she can't bear all this alone, we will share it for her. But I hope you keep your promise. If she sees her destiny clearly, she is still willing to follow us away, you can't stop it."

"I promise you." Esina said solemnly, she noticed that the little girl's eyes lit up, "This is a fair proposal, and everything is up to fate. I admit that I despised you before."

The great dryad queen, bowing her head to the young witcher,

"So, Gwenblade, are you? Are you willing to risk your unexpected son?"

Geralt nodded, but it was strange in his heart that he seemed to have missed something.

Next, at Esina's order, Brian brought two more cups of Brock Leon water. Of course, they were only filled with ordinary utensils, and the Holy Grail was still used by the little girl.

Roy was holding this glass of lustrous liquid, the water of Brock Leon, like liquid stalactites.

Drinking it was always in his plan.

This water is highly poisonous, but the mysterious magical energy contained in it cannot be ignored. It can transform the human body, and it can also remind people of the afterimages of the past and glimpse the projections of the future.

The most important thing is to purify the Ain El bloodline that he obtained by swallowing the blood of the sun in the Smirk mine.

"Ciri, don't be afraid, trust me, everything will be fine."

Roy comforted the little girl a few words, then turned to look at the white wolf again.

In an instant, he raised his hand and raised his head. A full glass of Blok Leon water was poured into his throat, and the blood of the sun that was hidden in his mouth was swallowed together.

Then he wiped the corner of his mouth and fell to the ground, making a strange movement.

Geralt stared blankly at this scene. He had seen it before, and the scene was the same as now: horrific exclamations, convulsions, hiccups, nonsense, then a coma, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes There will be apathy, numbness, and emptiness.

"It's my turn..."

Geralt stared at the glass of water, his eyes tender, an afterimage of the past? Who else can I see?

A sorceress dressed in black lace, Yennefer of Vangeborg... gentle, happy times.

The little girl was the last to drink the liquid from the Holy Grail, and she lay down between the two witchers.