The Divine Hunter

The white wolf slept in the witcher's hut for the night and said goodbye to the crowd the next morning.

He, who has always slept well, rarely has two dark circles under his eyes, and his face is gloomy and full of worries.

"Go and look in the mirror, Geralt, you look as haggard as the cobbler next door. Listen to me, go back and get some good sleep, and you won't be able to figure it out all night."

Roy smiled and said, "You should stay in Sintra for a while. The drinks here are strong enough and the women are hot enough. Boss Oaks is happy to take you to experience it. By the way, you can slowly consider my suggestion."

"Enough." Geralt shook his head, his eyes bloodshot. He stayed up all night and thought about it all night. "I'm awake, I've made my decision - I'm now more and more certain that only young people have these crazy thoughts."

"Geralt, what are you being humble about? How long can a witcher live, you're still a young man despite your age." Roy punched the witcher's well-developed chest muscles.

"It's alright, little bastard, stop talking!" White Wolf rubbed his messy hair, looking annoyed, "I really fell under the curse of the tomb witch, and I came to Sintra when I got into the water ghost! I just wanted to fight. Two Quints, some new friends... What are you talking about rebuilding Kyle Morhan, the Brotherhood? I've got this ridiculous idea in my head right now. But I can't give you an answer right away."

In fact, until now, Geralt still regards the other party's proposal as a delusion, but his teacher, Vesemir, is definitely willing to make a few new friends.

You should always listen to the old man and give him a message.

Geralt said solemnly, "It's a big deal, I have to go back to the castle to seek the opinions of all the members of the wolf faction. As for the conclusion..."

"Um?"

"If you're lucky, Vesemir, Lambert, and Eskel return to Kyle Morhan early, and I'll give you the results of the discussion this winter." Geralt paused, "Seriously, boy, Don't hold out any hope unless they have a collective brain cramp!"

"How to inform? We are wandering, I'm afraid we won't be in Sintra by then." Roy didn't seem to hear the second sentence.

"Before the end of the year, you need to go to Novigrad to find a guy named Dandelion. There's always that romantic poet somewhere in brothels, pubs, opera houses. I'll tell him the results, and he'll pass on to you. "

"Dandrian of Novigrad?" Roy's mind instantly came up with the image of a handsome poet with a mustache and a big talker.

"Then it's settled!"

He held out his hand towards the white wolf, who glared at him with his hands on his hips, and was unwilling to hold the hand of friendship that was stretched out.

"I regret knowing you, hopeless boy." White Wolf said, "I would also advise you to give up your naive idea, which will never be realized."

"Go on, no doubt, and you'll be the laughing stock of the bards."

"How do you know if you don't try? I'm young, and there is still a chance of failure." Roy said confidently, but his heart was full of emptiness.

But the witcher had to make a change, and he would come when no one came, even if it was a joke.

He also understands that this idea is not possible at this stage, but it is not bad to leave an impression on the witchers around him.

It will be more convincing to mention it again later.

"But if it succeeds. All of you present will be proud, because you... witness the birth of an era!"

"Then I'll wait and see." White Wolf shook his head, humming a very subtle sigh, and waved his hand, "I hope you can surprise me!"

"Lesso, Oaks, Serret, I have to bring the Dryad Queen's answer to Vinslav in Brugg. Any more delay, and the mad king may be cutting my head."

"Goodbye, everyone!"

The three snake factions waved goodbye, but their faces were extremely stiff.

"Geralt, waiting for your good news! Finally, don't forget to meet Ciri!"

The white wolf turned and left, muttering incessantly, "I'm really crazy... crazy..."

...

"Huh..." Roy looked at the still-unclear sky and waved his fist, "The butterfly's wings are finally about to fan the storm. White wolf, don't let me down."

"Little devil, any agreement you made with White Wolf on your own accord has nothing to do with me, Serret, and Oaks." Leto's low voice rang out, "You have to go to Novigrad by yourself!"

He suddenly sighed and blamed himself, "It's my fault. I was too indulgent to you in the past, so that you don't know how high the sky is. In the future, you should change the training method and change your arrogant temper."

Roy's heart sank, what should come is still here.

"Didn't you object?"

"But I didn't agree either." Oaks raised his face hard. "Roy, I'll treat you as if you were drinking too much and got kicked in the head by a donkey. Don't talk nonsense next time."

"I……"

"Young people always have unrealistic ideas..." Serrit's oppressive arms like steel pliers wrapped around Roy's neck, instantly recalling it from the fiery fantasy and back to the cold reality, "I understand you, who hasn't been young and frivolous?"

"Little brat, the daydream is over. Now we are the only ones left, let's have a good talk." Leto waved his hand to stop the conversation, and led the way into the hut, "Before you left this trip, you mentioned that you would bring back a friend, pointing out that The white wolf? Most of the witcher's whereabouts are a mystery, where did you find out his whereabouts?

The bald man spit out countless questions,

"Could it be that you are an unpredictable prophet... and the various anomalies you have shown in the past half a year need reasonable explanations!"

The three Snakes put their hands around their chests, and three pairs of amber pupils aimed at the young man.

"I promised," Roy took a deep breath and pleaded, "Naturally, I will tell you the secret as it is, and because you are your own! But can you... keep it a secret for me?"

"Kid/Roy/Boy!"

"You need us to swear?"

"That's not necessary." Roy pursed his lips, lowered his head and rubbed his cheeks with both hands. After a long time, he raised his head, and Anjin's eyes flashed a little hesitation before he said, "Everyone, have you heard of the blood of the ancients?"

Leto and Oaks looked puzzled, while Serrit's expression tightened,

"The blood of the ancients, I have heard of it." Serret said suddenly, "From the elf prophet, Islin's prophecy—"

"Holy blood, cursed blood! Killer's blood, savior's blood! Birth blood, death blood!" Serrit recited in cadence, his tone slowed down, "Some ancient elves were born as soon as they were born. Possessing extraordinary talents in magic, space, and prophecy, as they grow older, their abilities become stronger and stronger, and they eventually awaken as elf sages. According to legend, they have ancient blood flowing in their bodies."

"But what does this have to do with you, boy?"

"I think you all guessed... All questions have an answer." Roy sighed, "The blood of the ancients."

This is the answer he has been thinking about for a long time, and the blood of the ancients can almost perfectly explain his spatial ability and foresight.

And these will be exposed sooner or later in the future fighting side by side with members of the Snake Sect, or more precisely, it has been noticed by Leto in the previous relationship.

Instead of covering up, it is better to take the initiative to inform and gain trust.

"Little brat, if I'm not mistaken," Letho asked back, "You, the son of a peasant from the countryside of Aedirn, claim to have inherited the ancient blood of the elves?"

"It's incredible, but I can prove it to you--right now!" Roy's face was complicated, but he didn't talk nonsense, and led the three of them out of the room.

The morning sun outside is warm and warm.

In the humble courtyard, a slender young man with black leather armor stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the void, and a delicate hand crossbow suddenly appeared in the palm of his empty hand.

The bald man who was watching was still able to keep his composure, but the Oakes brothers had a tight expression, wondering if it was possible that this kid had the same space ring as Leto...

As soon as this thought came into my mind, a short bowstring vibration sounded in my ears, a silver light swept across the air, and the snake pendant between the three people’s necks caught the magic fluctuations, buzzing softly…

The space ripples imperceptibly.

The bystanders were shocked, and the amber eyes widened to the extreme.

That figure holding a crossbow actually disappeared out of thin air!

"Damn it?" Oakes licked his dry lips and turned to look around... At the end of the yard, next to the stables, he saw a familiar shadow - the boy was stroking the mane between Wirth's neck with one hand, and moved towards The three raised their crossbows.

"Is it an illusion?" He wondered again.

"Whoosh-"

The bowstring vibrated again, the slender figure flashed, Roy disappeared from the stables, and instantly appeared beside Oaks, patted the other party's stiff shoulder gently.

"This is the space shuttle ability of the blood of the ancients... Everyone, are you willing to believe me now?"

The three big men were silent.

...

Inside the house, under the dim light, snakes sent witchers to interrogate prisoners and surrounded the boy in a corner of the dining table.

"You didn't have the ability to travel through space before," Lesso said with certainty. Before arriving in Sintra, he and Roy had experienced several life-and-death crises, but they had never seen each other use their abilities. "Could it be that they just woke up recently?"

"That's right... To be specific, one of my ancestors has a thin bloodline of ancient elves..." Roy said half-truly, "When swallowing the blood of the sun, this bloodline and ability were strengthened..."

Lesso's heart was moved, he participated in this matter from the beginning, and Smirk saw all kinds of unreasonable things about this new apprentice of the Snake Sect. Is it really the reason for the awakening of the blood of the ancients.

"Not long ago, according to the guidance of the prophecy, I drank the water of Brock Leon in the virgin forest where I met the white wolf, and the spatial ability was further stabilized, and it was only like that in the yard just now." Roy sighed. , "Unfortunately, the blood of the ancients in my body is very thin, and every move requires a lot of magic power, and my weak magic power can't support it a few times."

"It's already quite amazing." Oaks grinned, with excitement and envy flashing in his pupils, "Space travel is more powerful than Teacher Ivar's evil eye that sees through the plane."

"And I'm glad, Roy, that you're willing to tell us such a big secret!"

"Besides you, I dare to say that there will be no second witcher with the same ability..." Oaks seemed to have completely believed his explanation and began to think for him, "But the blood of the ancients is too sensitive. When outsiders find out, you declare it to be a mutant ability.”

"More specifically, what does a short-distance teleport feel like, compared to a portal? What are the limitations?"

"Ox, don't ask if you shouldn't!" Lesuo scolded and turned to the boy again, "Little devil, your statement may not be nonsense... But in addition to space travel, you also mentioned the ability to predict the future and spy on the past. …”

"Yes, occasionally, I can capture fragments of the past and future through the blood of the ancients..." Roy paused, "I was in Kaye Village, why did I have to leave with you?"

The three big men lowered their heads, recalling the scene at that time, and they couldn't help but look shocked.

"Understand? During that time, I was accidentally bruised by a horse and passed out, but the blood of the ancients was stimulated and suddenly awakened... Because the energy released was too great, I was demented for a while... Then, by accident, I glanced at When it comes to the scene where the village will be destroyed by the army in the future... In order to change the fate of myself and my family, I made a request. But I was treated as a strange child by you."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Old Moore and Susie for confirmation."

"You said you were dreaming." Serrit licked his dry lips. "So it wasn't nonsense?"

"Of course it's not nonsense. It's a pity that the ability to predict is out of control, and only occasionally can we get enlightenment." Roy emphasized with a solemn expression, "I also saw the future of the Snake Sect..."

"If you only want to rebuild the Viper school, it will accelerate the collapse of the school. That's why I propose the Brotherhood."

He almost couldn't help revealing directly to the three - you would later be sent by the Emperor of Nilfgaard to assassinate the king of the North Kingdom, Serret at the hands of the sorceress, Ox at the sword of Geralt, Leto You will be hunted to the ends of the earth by bounty hunters, and there will be no peace!

They, will never be able to achieve the desire to rebuild the college.

But since Roy joined the Snake faction, it would naturally change the fate of the three.

"It's empty words, I can make up a bunch of prophecies if it's me," Lesso said with an unshakable expression, "To be more specific, what else did you see with the blood of the ancients? It has happened, but few people know about it. information."

"I see you, in Mahakam, Edsberg, Ellander, Vizima, Sintra, secret operations in private..."

"How much do you know?"

"Most." Roy said calmly, "you came to the North and Sintra not just to follow the footsteps of the Wild Hunt and revive the school. You have been inquiring about the information of the Northern Kingdom for Nilfgaard, to prepare for the imminent arrival of the Southern Empire. Prepare for the war!"

"Look Leto, I said you couldn't fool this smart kid. What now?"

Oaks squeezed his fist with a crisp sound, "Don't let him leak his secrets, just let me execute it on the spot!"

"Shut up, don't act like a noisy old woman!" Serrit slapped his brother back to his seat with a slap. "Boy, since you know it all, there's no need to keep it a secret. It's just a waste of Letso's hard work. He wanted you to be a pure witcher."

"Oh, is it?" Roy glanced at the silent bald man, his eyes turning gentle. "Lesso, you know this is impossible... The turbulent era, the great era of change is coming, no one can be alone, no one..."

"As a member of the Viper School, I have the right to participate in all the actions of the school."

"Including spying intelligence?"

"Stop being a spy!" Roy said sharply, "Don't put your hope in the south, Emhyr Enris is untrustworthy."

"I understand how you hate Nilfgaard as a northerner, although there are many admirers of Emhyr here." Leto explained word by word, "But you are mistaken... our immediate boss. Not the emperor of the south. We 'lowly' witchers are not qualified to receive him."

"The one who met us was a small intelligence chief who was of no importance." Lesso had no reservations. "Our reconnaissance mission has ended, and the information about the North has been conveyed."

"In return. Nilfgaard's army has given us a chance to breathe. For at least a few years, we will not attack Guthvid again." Leto sighed, "The crippled fortress of the Serpent Sect can still stand for a few years."

"You perceive our actions, not necessarily because of the ability of the blood of the ancients. I think you can deduce these facts with your brain."

The bald man has deep eyes,

"You still need proof."

If the young man in front of him is an apprentice who has personally led into the way of the witcher, with the blood of the ancients, he has the ability to travel through space, the ability of prophetic prophecy, and the strange self-healing ability in the Smirk Mine.

Soon, he will replace Ivar Evil Eye as the most powerful witcher the Serpent faction has ever seen!

He is the hope of revival!

"Well, I will continue to prove... the ability to see into the past and the future." Roy suddenly got up, walked around the dining table, and pleaded, "But I hope you support my proposal."

"Go to Kermorhan this winter and meet with the wolf faction, it is best to reach a covenant..."

"Then establish the Witcher Brotherhood." The bald man's eyes seemed to be looking at a naive fool. "Are you so sure that the old guy from Kyle Morhen will agree? Do you have a premonition?"

"No...but how do you know if you don't try?...My proposal is not contradictory to the revival of the Snake Sect, it's just more grand."

Roy said stubbornly,

Regarding this point, the attitude of the three of them is very firm, "If you can prove your prophet-like ability, we will accompany you one more time and go to Novigrad to wait for the news of the wolf faction."

"If the wolf pie has a brain cramp and agrees to your request, we will go to Kermorhan and make some new friends."

"But don't mention the ridiculous 'Brotherhood', wait until you are strong enough to defeat me, Ox, and Serrit, and become the leader of the Snake Sect to issue orders!"

"Now—" Leto stretched out his strong arm and spread his palm, making a "please" gesture.

"From the long river of history, I have spied some secrets hidden under the water-in some hidden places, the senior witchers left treasures, which are dusted with the blueprints of weapons and equipment of various schools..." Roy seemed to be in Peeping into the void, his eyes were intoxicated, "The finished product is definitely not inferior to the craftsmanship of dwarves and goblins."

He had been the witcher who had promised to arm the Serpents, and now it was time to find Letho a good sword.

Prove yourself at the same time!

"Let's not mention 'Brotherhood'. What are you waiting for, Roy? Draw the location of the blueprint!" Oakes exclaimed excitedly. , give me something stronger!"

"Calm down, man."

The young witcher suddenly placed the back of his right palm in the center of the table, and gave the three of them a look.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking for the school's blueprint is also a big deal!" Roy grinned at the three of them. "Before setting out, there should be a grand ceremony. Guys, put your hands up!"

The optimist did not hesitate to place his right hand on the back of his palm.

Then there was Serrit, who was hesitant.

"Little devil, it's better not to let us run away in vain!"

Finally, the thick palm of the bald man put it up.

Four palms form a pile. Today, in a humble little house in Sintra, the demon hunters of the Viper School settled their internal differences!

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End of volume.