The Divine Hunter

night.

The little stars outlined a bright silver ribbon in the sky.

In the field outside the forest, under a huge rock shelf shaped like a turtle.

A Nilfgaardian horse in a black coat nibbled leisurely on a stalk of grass.

The wind blew through the fire, and the sparks and smoke filled the field of vision. Sitting by the campfire, the shivering little girl in the silver hood and cloak sneezed.

Emerald green eyes sparkled.

"His Royal Highness, let's eat something..." A hoarse man said, and a tall shadow enveloped her body.

A hand stretched out in front of her, and in the palm lay a roasted golden rabbit leg that smelled of meat.

No spices were added, but for a hungry child whose body was growing at a rapid rate, it represented a supremely delicious delicacy.

The deep longing in her eyes flashed away, she licked her wet lips, turned her face away stubbornly with a snort in her nose, and tightened her body further.

The man squatted down in front of her, revealing a mature and handsome face with black hair, blue eyes, and a hint of caution on this face. When he looked at the princess, his blue eyes flashed with brilliance.

It's like looking at a pair of fine china, full of desire to care.

"You can't eat or drink all the time, or you won't reach your destination, and you'll starve to death. You probably never know what it's like to starve to death? It's very painful when you're about to die," the man observed the girl's delicacy Profiled and vividly described, "Stomach acid burns in the stomach like a flame... It goes down the esophagus and comes out of your throat."

The girl's eyelids jumped.

"And then it gradually erodes your tongue, teeth, and lips... destroying this beautiful little face of yours, and you'll have some horrific burn marks on your body."

The girl's shoulders trembled, her delicate little face turned from white to blue under her silver-gray hair, but she pursed her lips and still didn't say a word.

"Why, Your Highness? Why bother with your own body." The knight sighed, wrapped the rabbit's legs in oil paper, took out a bag of water from the saddlebag, and placed it on the moss beside her.

"You are still young, these tortures and sufferings should not be borne by you, you can choose a more comfortable way to live. And I can assure you, swear by the honor of a knight! As long as you are obedient, eat and drink, Don't run away in vain, and after returning to Nilfgaard,

You can still enjoy brocade clothing and jade food. Your honorable status will not be lowered in the slightest, people will respect you, love you, and there will be a supreme and powerful person to support you, and no one dares to bully you! "

Nilfgaard?

As soon as she heard this nightmare-like word, Ciri immediately clenched her small fists, clenched her fine teeth, and her cheeks bulged up like a squirrel.

"Bad! The Nilfgaardian invaded my home!" Ciri jumped up from the stone, and his petite body faced the Nilfgaardian knight as tall as a hill, wearing a muddy black cloak, and waved his fist at him , "Burn down my house, kill my friends, my relatives... You guys, you still want to take me back as a puppet, right?"

The emerald green eyes burned with angry flames, but the posture of the small arms and legs seemed to have no deterrent.

"I'm not!"

"I will never let you have your wish!"

"Even if I starve to death, I won't go back to Nilfgaard with you!"

The milky roar did not change the knight's complexion at all, but instead tightened, appearing more serious and indifferent.

The dark pupils, the steel-like jawbone and the bridge of the nose reflected a terrifying light in the night and flames.

"Woohoo ... scare me again!" Seeing the threat from the threat, he had no effect before, and couldn't help but take a small step back, squatting down his body and sobbing with his face, "Grandma, Grandpa ... Gealot ... Roy, Roy ... come and save me..."

The cry drifted into the bushes around the bonfire with the night wind, deep in the night, far away.

Cassirer rubbed his temples in distress and relief. The dignified general and earl of Nilfgaard's intelligence department never thought that there would be such a day when a child would be helpless.

If it weren't for His Majesty's distrust of those spellcasters, Ciri could be brought back by opening a portal.

But in that case, he would not have the opportunity to get close to the little princess of Sintra.

Although she is still young, she exudes some kind of thrilling charm, which is heartbreaking and attracts his uncontrollable attention.

He never regretted this adventure.

"Quiet, Your Highness!" Cassirer lowered his voice, trying his best to comfort her softly, "Don't force me, I don't want to force you to shut up."

"Uuuu, you are killing me again! You are all liars and bastards!"

"Grandpa, grandma, where are you? Come and save me!"

The little princess cried rebelliously even louder.

Cassirer turned pale and began to put on leather gloves.

"Susu..."

Suddenly, a rapid tremor came from the dense clump of boxwood behind Cassirer.

He moved for a while, tightened his body, and turned around, holding the scabbard with one hand and the hilt with the other, his blue eyes staring straight at the movement in the bushes.

And the princess who was crying aloud also sensed something was wrong, the cry in her throat suddenly stopped, she rubbed her eyes that were red and swollen like peaches, restrained her breathing, and sneakily kept looking at the bushes behind her.

Eyes bright, cunning.

Cassirer bowed slightly and approached cautiously.

His face froze.

The metal friction sound of "bang bang dang dang" sounded.

Under the light of the jumping fire, a tall knight in full body clothes walked out of the bushes in such an open and fair manner.

He wears a dark-gold helmet with a pair of raptor-like wings on the top, and a face opening in a "Y" shape, revealing sharp eyes and a half-tense mouth.

Helmet style similar to Nilfgaardian knights in black armor.

The most eye-catching thing is that he was carrying a huge slashing sword, and with the sound of metal long shoes stepping into the grass, he dragged a conspicuous muddy trail.

"Knight of Nilfgaard, immediately release the innocent child behind you! I swear by the honor of a knight, I will let you go!"

His voice was sonorous and powerful, and justice was awe-inspiring.

"Who are you, and where did you come from?"

"Ranger knight, who came from Toussaint to travel the north, and the name is not worth mentioning. Look at your attire, the dignified Nilfgaardian knight, why abandon the virtue of knighthood and kidnap a child?"

the knight in armor asked sharply.

Cassirer frowned. How could an inexplicable Toussaint knight suddenly appear in this wilderness... But the opponent's battle-hardened aura and the control of power between his actions and actions put him under great pressure. .

"I am acting on the orders of the Nilfgaardian royal steward. Since you are from Toussaint, don't stand in my way!"

Toussaint was a Nilfgaardian vassal, so it stands to reason that the other party should not embarrass him.

"Otherwise, the military plane will be delayed, and be careful not to save the head!"

"Toussaint will never help Zhou to abuse! Since your Excellency is unwilling to capture it? Come to a duel!" The knight in dark gold armor turned the huge slashing sword in his hand, "Get ready! I want to attack directly!"

After saying that, the Dark Gold Knight ignored Cassirer and cursed loudly.

He swung the great sword towards his head.

"Shh-"

In the sound of breaking the air, the slashing giant sword was pressed down like a mountain, and its momentum was thunderous, as if it was about to split the opponent's sword into two halves.

Cassirer's pupils were round, almost suffocating,

The black cloak flashed suddenly in the strong wind.

Cassirer rolled to the ground, dodging the first sword that was pressed down on the face, and where he was originally, the soil and weeds were flying, and a straight gully was cut by the giant sword.

The eyes under the dark gold helmet locked on him again.

Cold sweat soaked Cassirer's hair and back instantly.

"Where did the lunatic come out? The sun wheel is on! Am I going to die here today?"

"Yu-"

The neighing of the horses tore through the dark night.

The two people in the competition paused, and were surprised to find that the little guy in the silver cloak somehow climbed up the horse's neck, crawled on half of the saddle, and reined the horse.

The pale and delicate little face and the emerald green eyes looked over from the horse's neck, full of pride and excitement.

Ciri had seen this winged helmet countless times.

That was Nilfgaard's exclusive.

So both have problems!

Dog bites dog!

"Goodbye, idiot!"

"Yu—"

A mysterious and powerful magic power poured into the saddle at Ciri's will.

The horse became obedient and obeyed her will, even ignoring the loud whistle of the master Cassirer,

"Da da!"

The dark horse, carrying the petite princess on its back, jumped into the bushes like an arrow from the string, and walked away!

Leaving the two knights staring at each other in the icy night wind.

"Damn, you idiot whose head was kicked by a donkey! I will report it and let Archduke Raymond chop your head off!"

"Raymond has fired me! I'm a free knight now! I swear by the honor of a knight, if you don't explain the cause and the consequences and admit your mistakes, you will definitely pay the price!"

...

Da da da--

The sound of rushing hooves echoed through the grass.

Nilfgaard's horses galloped in the darkness.

Ciri tried her best to lower her body, clinging to the horse's neck, hugging the mane on the horse's neck with both hands, pinching her trembling legs, her petite body swaying along with the rushing car under her, and the cold wind blew her delicate face. Tighter and paler.

The violent turbulence seemed to throw her off the horse at any moment.

Ciri, you can do it!

Farther, must escape farther!

She gritted her silver teeth, and the white air that spewed from her nose blurred her vision.

The muscles of the arms and thighs quickly sore.

The horses kept running, heading for unknown destinations.

Until she lost all her strength and lost consciousness in the fog.

...

"Well…"

"Are you awake, child?"

"Who are you? Where am I, where am I?" Ciri woke up from a moving scooter, and a face with sparse blond hair and plaited orange peel was reflected in her eyes.

an old woman.

The girl pressed her hands on the wooden board under her body and wanted to get up, but a strong soreness immediately made her grin—two slender and white arms were visibly swollen.

The thigh muscles hurt like cramps, and the feet seem to be filled with lead. Even if you move, it hurts to death!

"Don't move around, boy. You fell off the horse and you have bruises all over your body... You survived and didn't break your bones. It's already Goddess Freya who is very kind." The old woman greeted her kindly. With a grin, he opened his mouth with most of his teeth falling out, "As for me, just call me Suha, we're on the way to Soden's escaping team..."

The old woman's cloudy eyes swept forward.

They were in the middle of a hundreds of meters of refugees made up of Sintra people who had lost their homes and were uprooted.

Most of them are women and children. Women are holding or holding their own children. They are covered with large and small burdens, and their faces are dull and tired.

And less than one-fifth of the men, as we all know, most of the Sintra men died in the battlefield.

"Where's Cintra? How is Cintra?" Ciri asked anxiously. After being taken away by the Nilfgaard knights for many days, she didn't hear any news about Cintra, nor did she hear from her grandfather or grandmother.

"Alas..." The old woman sighed, her expression gloomy, her sparse golden hair swayed gently, "The great Sintra is no more, the Nilfgaardians have broken through the city gates, burned our city, countless Qing's compatriots were brutally murdered."

"Outside Calanthe...the Queen...Where's the King of East?"

"Dead, all Sintra nobles committed suicide by poisoning, and no one bowed to the Nilfgaardian bastards! And the two majesties died heroically in battle to keep the festival!"

Grandma, grandpa died?

The little girl's cheeks were so white that it lost its blood, her eyes were rounded, and a terrified gasping sound came from her trembling mouth.

She clearly remembered that before she was kidnapped, her grandmother was still well in the castle.

how is this possible?

Do not! Will not!

Tears clouded his eyes and poured out of his eyes uncontrollably.

"Child, are you from Sintra too... Are you separated from your family?" The old woman lovingly stroked her messy silver hair covered in mud, and said with pity, "Grandma Suha also has a granddaughter, unfortunately... Don't cry, don't cry! Grandma's here, grandma promises to take you to Soden. I'll help you find someone home."

No, never will be found.

The tearful little princess looked around,

Devastated.

It was full of unfamiliar faces, hopelessly depressing.

An indescribable loneliness and panic came over me.

what do I do?

Where should I go?

"Son, what's your name?"

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuyyyah, my name is Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

...

In the glade, in the simple medical tent of the female doctor in the Druid Ring.

Ciri was standing in front of an old woman lying on a straw mat.

She was wearing plain linen trousers that she had never worn before. The trousers were torn a few large holes, the patches on the clothes were very conspicuous, and the cloth shoes under her feet were so rotten that the big toes were exposed.

Dress up like a little country boy.

The dirty little face lost a bit of the innocence and happiness of the past, and there were a few bruises and congestion, and the eyes were full of worries.

"Falgar, did you fight the boy again? Don't be afraid of them, if anyone dares to bully you, bite him with his teeth, scratch him with his nails, and beat him with the stick around him!"

"But I'm sorry, grandma can't accompany you anymore...cough cough...I should have followed your advice and figured out a way to take you to Novigrad, not Soden. Not only did this fail to help you find your family, but it also made You're in another mess." The old woman struggled to pronounce words, her chest heaving and panting like a broken bellows, and her blond hair had lost its luster and turned gray.

The scrawny body smelled of decay and death.

She grabbed the girl's little hand, her voice weak,

"Originally, grandma wanted to find you a stable home, but who knows...cough...Soden fell to Sintra right after, and the Sodens lost their homes just like us. Evil Nilfgaardian beasts!"

"Falgar, cough... In the future, you, you have to learn... to protect yourself."

"Don't go, Suha, please, don't leave me alone!"

The girl took her hand, her green eyes like a flooded lake.

"Grandma is sorry for you... I can only entrust you to... Dr. Zaina."

In a slight murmur, the grandmother reluctantly opened her eyes, opened her mouth, and lost her breath with a frozen expression.

"Woooo..."

Ciri put her dry, rough, age-spotted palm against her cheek, sobbing softly.

why…

Dear ones, want to leave me one by one?

What am I doing wrong?

Beside the straw mat, another female doctor, Zaina, who was wearing blue cloth clothes with a mysterious aura all over her body, gently closed her eyes for her, and her forest-like eyes turned to the girl.

"Falgar, you are a good boy...you are still young, and you deserve a chance to start a new life."

"Ma'am, take me and grandma to Novigrad... Please... Geralt and Roy must have a way to save her!" The girl looked at her pitifully.

"Sorry, God can't do anything about it. Besides, many people have died in Soden, and countless injured people need treatment. I can't leave that far." Zaina, who was wearing a light robe, shook her head and turned her eyes to the east side of the woods. " I can only take you..."

puff puff...

Outside the tent, a strange noise came over, interrupting the female doctor's words.

The two leaned out of the tent and glanced over there.

A man dressed as a mercenary shrouded in a black cloak kept sticking his head into the refugee tents.

Obviously searching for something.

The dim white light in the sky revealed a face with wet black eyes, a pointed nose, and ugly thin lips beneath the hood.

Ciri held her breath sharply and shrunk into the corner of the tent, not knowing where to put her hands.

She remembers this man!

compared to before.

There was a hideous scar on the man's rough left face... from the forehead to the chin.

But Ciri still clearly remembered this face, it was not the Nilfgaardian knight in black, Cassirer, who was chasing after him.

But also badass!

He was in Sintra Castle, casting a spell to prevent Geralt from taking him.

There is no doubt that this mage has other plans for himself.

"Falgar, do you know him?"

The little girl nodded, her hands clasped in front of her belly, her bruised face was full of nervousness and fear.

"He's your enemy? Don't worry, child..." Zaina pressed her warm and gentle palm on her shoulder, motioning her to sit down in front of the straw mat. The druid's tone was confident and his eyes were reassuring. , "With me here, he can't move a finger from you, even if he is a mage!"

"No, now, he's a blind man!"

The Druid casually shed a burst of emerald green light that enveloped Ciri's body, soothing her restless heart.

She held her breath, unable to breathe.

When the scarred-faced man passed by the tent, he swept his gaze inwards and looked at the corpse that had just died on the straw mat, but it went straight past Ciri.

It was as if no one saw her.

As the "tat" footsteps faded away, he walked to another camp.

"Falgar, your identity is not as simple as the unruly magic in your body... It's a pity that you are not destined to belong to nature and the forest. I can't take you back to the Druid Ring to teach you." The female doctor is quite regretful shaking his head,

"I'll take you to the area east of Soden and Livia, to a well-off family."

"The hostess is called Christide, a beautiful, kind and sympathetic woman. She has a righteous husband, but she often does business abroad. She has two healthy and lively sons at home, but unfortunately she does not have a lovely daughter. "

"Falgar, just be her adopted daughter for a while and start your new life... meet your destiny."

"When you have the ability, and when the war is over, go to Novigrad."

Ciri was silent for a long time, her pale face swept towards the dead Grandma Suha on the ground.

He wiped the tears from his face vigorously.

Heavy head!