The Divine Hunter

"More than a hundred years ago, around 1150, mages coveted the precious magical knowledge stored by the Griffon Sect and launched a terrifying attack on a winter night."

"Overwhelming snow rolled down from the Dragon Mountain, burying the entire Kael Siren in an instant. Except for the great master Elan, who was watching the stars at night outside the castle, all the Griffin pioneers were crushed under the snow. No one survived."

"And after Lord Elam buried all his compatriots, he left the country."

"Where's Kelda?"

"My teacher was resurrected from the dead because of a Horcrux "Book of Shadows", which lasted more than a hundred years. Until not long ago, he found that "Book of Shadows" imprisoned all the souls of the predecessors who died in the avalanche, so Choose to burn all the jade and destroy it, and free Teacher Kelda and the seniors from this world." Recalling this sad past, Cohen still had a sad expression and his eyes were red.

"So when this avalanche happened, I was still imprisoned in the ground." Geron lowered his head, his face was a little unbelievable, "So after I got out of trouble in 1155, I returned home and saw only a snowy ruins. ."

"But I searched the entire Kyle Siren at the time, and couldn't find Kelda? I even stayed there for two years, but no one came back, so I left in a disheartened manner."

"After the teacher's resurrection, he studied the Book of Shadows in school retreat for several years," Cohen licked his dry lips, with a sigh of fate on his face, "then from 1154, he continued to travel abroad again. For several years, the world has been searching for traces of Lord Ellen, but he has never returned home."

"Kelda and I are perfectly staggered, passing by the only comrades left in this world?" Jielon looked up at the sky with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, "What did I do wrong? punish me like that?"

Everyone present was trembling.

With such a series of tragic blows, it is no wonder that he will collapse.

There was an unbearable silence under the bridge, no one spoke, and Jielon was allowed to sort out his emotions.

After a while, the sky completely darkened.

A bonfire was lit under the bridge hole, and the warm light illuminated the faces that surrounded the bonfire with changing light and shade.

"And then, Your Excellency Geron, how did you spend the more than 100 years since you left Kyle Siren? Why is there no news at all?"

"Hmm..." Geron Morlu devoured the bread,

The eyes were red, and the exaggerated expression was that of the hungry people who had been hungry for many days, "Kyle Siren and Teacher Alan have always been my spiritual pillars."

The sorceress hugged the witcher beside her tightly.

"For more than 30 years when I was locked underground, they supported me, and I persevered in a boring and maddening environment... My greatest wish was to go home as soon as I got out of trouble, but it suddenly disappeared, Me, cough!"

The bald man handed him a bottle of Dongzhidong,

He moistened his throat,

"It's like the whole world is falling apart. There's only one thought left in my head - the school is gone, but Mr. Ellen is still alive, so I'm going to find him!"

...

"Actually... a few months before I got out of prison..." Geron took a deep breath, "I vaguely sensed Teacher Ellen..."

"What?!" Cohen yelled, standing up abruptly, his voice terrifyingly high, "How did you do it? How can you communicate with him when you are locked underground?"

"It's not a communication, it's precisely his unilateral message to me... I told you before that in the dark for more than 30 years, in addition to foraging for food and exercising, I meditated 80% of the time every day. medium."

Roy nodded, no wonder this guy's meditation can reach the amazing level of lv8.

"And that day, when I was meditating, I suddenly noticed something strange..."

"I heard a distant and familiar voice, engraved in the depths of my soul, growing up with me... I concentrated on distinguishing... It turned out that it was the call of Teacher Ellen." There was a trace of blood on Jeron's dark face. , "He once told me that when meditation reaches its highest attainments, it is possible to shed its earthly body - try to touch one's own heart, like opening a door, free spirit and soul, in the vision of meditation Go out and look for familiar footprints."

Everyone leaned over slightly and listened to this mysterious description more attentively.

"I'm his student, missing for so many years, he must have been looking for me."

"And he finally found me..."

"I saw him in meditation, everything was foggy, I controlled my mind and floated towards him. Countless layers of shadows appeared on his body..."

"His voice was weak, his face was blurred, but he was sluggish and confused like a puppet..." Jielon put down the empty wine bottle, deep wrinkles appeared on his forehead, "Mr. Controlled and brainwashed by something... He was only temporarily free at the time."

Geron's voice was like a hungry mouse gnawing at Cohen's heart, and he couldn't help but blurt out, "Who can control Lord Ellen?"

"I don't know. Teacher Ellen only conveyed one sentence to me from the beginning to the end—" Geron Moru's voice paused, and everyone's heart seemed to be twisted.

"Don't look for it!"

"Don't look for it!"

Geron's shouts were hoarse, resounding through the night sky, and the bonfire beat violently with his breath.

Everyone couldn't help but tremble.

"Behind his spirit, a huge and dark lake appeared... I felt oppressed and frightened, and I think this was his strong warning."

"But he didn't give any specific description, didn't even understand my difficult situation, and didn't chat with me any more. He disappeared again. I feel like he was forcibly pulled away by some kind of force!"

"I then tried to meditate again and again, waiting for him to contact me... But for more than a hundred years, it never happened again."

Roy rubbed his cheeks.

He suddenly felt that things were a little rough.

The founder of the dignified Griffin sect, one of the strongest witchers in the world, has fallen into some kind of terrifying situation that he can't help himself.

Who controls Elland?

Based on Roy's understanding of the whole world, an object of suspicion immediately came to his mind, but his intuition made him not so sure.

The bald man was thoughtful, thinking of his old enemy who had been entangled with the Snake Sect for more than a century. Those ghost knights who haunted the eve of the war, soared across the sky, and spread misfortune, had captured Snake Sect apprentices many times and transformed them into their own kind. .

Master Elam is under some kind of control, does it have anything to do with them?

Cohen asked in a very dry voice,

"But what does the Great Grandmaster mean? Let's not go to him?"

"That's what I understood at the time, but I have nothing left, how can I give up willingly?" Geron continued, "After I left Kael Siren, I searched the entire north...even the southern side that was closer. A few provinces. But nothing, he left no trace."

"Mr. Elan, it's like he has evaporated from the world."

Jielon said in a low voice, "After that, it seems that the whole world has abandoned me."

"I lost all purpose and motivation. I went back to Beauclair to stay by the grave of my mother who last saved me."

"Like a tramp, beggar, guard her tomb."

"In the next 100 years, have you never visited Kyle Siren?"

"I can not."

Everyone was silent.

Jielung continued, "Occasionally, I'm so sick that I run back to Heshan... I'm running around like a lunatic and a savage, and I don't care about anything."

Roy nodded, which finally matched the description of Knight Grimm bumping into the savage.

"At that time, I would think that if I got out of trouble ten years earlier, the fate of the whole world, the people I relate to, might be completely different..."

He closed his eyes,

"Or, I should die in that big avalanche with my comrades!"

"Dude, don't say that, you were alone at the time and your strength was limited." Cohen, who was sitting beside him, stretched out his hand and pressed his shoulder, comforting, "But you are no longer alone, the Griffin still has Me, and you, we should support each other and find out the whereabouts of Lord Ellen!"

Jielon's indigo eyes swept across the faces of several people, and suddenly shook his head,

"Do you know why I told you everything? I just want you to retreat!"

"What organization do you belong to and what purpose do you have, I'm not interested."

"I haven't touched a weapon in a hundred years, and I've lived like a homeless... I've long since given up on the creed of the Griffin and the way of the witcher." Geron put his hands around the back of his head and lay down on the straw mat again. , his expression changed back to lifeless. "I just want to lie down in peace... Please leave this place to me and let me rot by myself."

"Finally, thank you for the food and for listening to my complaints."

...

Everyone exchanged glances.

"Your Excellency Geron, why do you say such things against your will," the bald man interjected. "If you give up your identity as a witcher, how about giving Cohen the Griffin pendant on your chest?"

"It's useless for you to take it anyway... It's better to hand it over to a young man with ideals and enthusiasm. Just treat it as your final contribution to the Griffin faction."

Cohen's lips moved a little, and he couldn't bear it.

Roy stopped him with his eyes.

"Even a terminally ill patient who is dying has the right to cherish the past. This pendant is the only bond that keeps me alive." Jielon's dark cheek muscles trembled, "Are you going to deprive me of my last right?"

"Your Excellency, you should learn to be honest, since you still have some thoughts about the Griffin... why not be brave again?" Leto said, "If you lie under this bridge forever, wandering around half-dead, you won't do anything. Can not change."

"It's useless... No matter what I do, I can't find a teacher. Decades, hundreds of years...time has been repeatedly verified, this is fate." He shouted hysterically, his tone full of self-defeating despair, "I can't Fate to escape!"

The bald man shook his head and sighed. Although he could feel the other party's distress, he really didn't have the patience to spend with this guy.

"Man, you have a basic cognitive error." Roy gently lifted the arm over his shoulder, "Nothing can be changed, it's just because one person can't support himself."

"If you leave with us, we will show you what the power of unity is!" He suddenly clenched his fist and raised his voice.

"Although the size of the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters is far less than the six or seventy members of the Griffin School in its heyday, there are still about ten brothers..." Roy said proudly, "and not only the Snake School, the Wolf School, but also the Snake School and the Wolf School. There is cat school..."

"Although Cohen did not join, he has maintained a good cooperative relationship with us."

Geron's face was expressionless, but his breathing became short.

"And we still have a spell caster..." Roy glanced at Coral, who was slightly dazed, covered his red lips and yawned, and smiled at him tiredly. At this time, she had already started beauty sleep.

"Our combined energy is far more than you alone."

"You can't find it, it doesn't mean we can't!"

Geron rolled over.

"Just as you had regrets when you returned to Heshan, if you got out of trouble ten years earlier, maybe everything would be different." Roy was confident and his tone was full of tension.

"You may have a similar sigh in the future - if you had agreed to the invitation of the Witcher Brotherhood, maybe things would have developed for the better."

"If you really want to find Lord Alan, then come with us."

"Stop lying here feeling sorry for yourself and indulging in the past. If your teacher finds out, he will definitely be sad and disappointed."

Roy stretched out his hand to Geron, and the night wind blew his short black hair across his cheeks, itching slightly.

But this time, he got no response.

The other party remained silent and turned his back to him.

After waiting for a long time, he shook his head in disappointment,

"Geron Molluy, the opportunity can't wait for people all the time, we'll give you two days."

Roy values ​​Cohen of the Griffin faction, not this poor man who has fallen for hundreds of years. If he really doesn't want to, Roy won't force it.

"With your current state, if you continue to degenerate like this, you probably won't have a few years to live, so think about it carefully."

...

There was a sigh in the night.

Lesso, Roy and Coral returned to the secret laboratory under the Nine Valleys in a resolute manner.

And Cohen was left alone.

He lay across the bonfire on the oozy ground across from Geron.

"Why didn't you leave?" After a long time, Geron Moru's question rang out in the dark night with the buzzing insects.

"I want to give it a try, too," Cohen said with a faint smile, looking up at the moss-covered rock wall of the bridge and the few twinkling stars in the night sky, "What does it feel like to be a homeless person? Yes. Let senior you indulge in it for a long time, unable to extricate yourself."

He suddenly took off the leather armor, leaving only a light underwear. He grabbed the dirty dirt and smeared it on his face, neck, and exposed skin, making himself look like a dirty tramp.

"Huh..." He closed his eyes for a while and took a deep breath, "It does feel better."

"It's as if the shackles have been removed, and I don't have to worry about anything. The ideals of revival of the Griffin, chivalry, Grandmaster Elan, Book of Shadows, Igsena, all have nothing to do with me!"

"I want to just lie down like this, Your Excellency Jielon, or I will wander with you in the future?"

"Who is Iglesia?" Geron asked without answering.

"My girlfriend, a girl from the country... No, she should be a girl in the city now. She accompanied me when I was most sad and desperate. I have to say that I am luckier than you in this regard. "

"I still have an Ignatius, and you had nothing at the time, otherwise, I'm afraid I will be even more depraved and decadent than you."

Cohen showed a contented smirk, and then suddenly changed his voice, "But you know, she was about to leave me."

"Thanks to Roy and the Witcher Brotherhood, although a lot of his actions are purposeful...and, sharp and merciless."

"But he still kept his promise..."

In the long river of time.

Geron Morlu passed by countless places and heard all kinds of voices, but most of the time, he was just an unrelated passer-by.

For decades, no one has devoted himself to revealing his heart to him.

Although Cohen is not good at words, he often talks about getting stuck halfway through, hesitating and thinking for a long time.

But his earnest attitude, the way he speaks, is in the same vein as that of many honest people of the Griffin faction.

Jielon's indifferent face softened a little, and there was a hint of light in his empty eyes. Before he knew it, he became an audience member all night.