The Divine Hunter

"Crack!"

The continuous sound of glass breaking broke out.

The Squirrel Party and the Temple Guard dropped more than ten anti-magic metal bombs.

Little bits of dust spread out in the blink of an eye, covering the entire battlefield.

The golden magic shield circulating on the surface of the demon hunter instantly extinguished!

At this moment, a number of elves with unusually pale skin appeared in different corners of the square - with multiple loops of belts around their necks, wearing cloaks and pointed hats that fluttered in the wind, and carrying birch sticks carved with green leaf patterns.

Complicated gestures, obscure incantations, combined spellcasting—a flaming red ball of fire resembling a miniature sun, hissing through the air, flying halfway across the square and falling into the crowd!

"boom!"

The flames shot into the sky, the smoke scattered into the air, the gravel splashed, and a terrifying gap was blown out of the marble floor.

At the center of the explosion, Leto, Oaks, and Geralt jumped into the air before they could dodge, and fell heavily into the army, knocking down a bunch of soldiers and turning them into rolling gourds!

The explosion failed to tear the armor reinforced by dragon scales, but it shocked their inner organs. The bald man and Keen covered their chests and vomited blood, then took out the swallow potion in their pockets and swallowed them.

"Karl, Monty, are you all okay?" Serrit, covered in blood, roared, and slashed into the temple of a temple guard who wanted to break through the line of defense with a sword.

"We're fine!"

Carl kicked the belly of the hook-nosed elf in front of him with one kick and pulled the steel sword out of his neck.

The blood pouring out like a fountain stained his delicate little face.

This face has completely lost the quiet and handsome of the past, and the twisted blue veins appear.

Shaped like a ghost.

The same is true of the four companions around him.

They were very lucky to escape the frontal shock wave of the explosion, formed a human wall to surround the fallen Cohen, and frantically swung steel swords to resist the flood of enemies.

The lesser wounded witchers such as Vesemir and Kayan watched over their companions and asked them to drink potions to heal their wounds.

The magic power was temporarily sealed by the anti-magic metal, and the witcher lost his seal shield, and could only rely on his original instinct to swing his sword, block, retreat, and block!

But the damned five elf mages started to cast spells again,

A large piece of violent fire, lightning, and gust of wind swept through the air and surged.

The witcher's progress stopped for one!

...

The guard who was covering the Archbishop's retreat toward the main hall of the temple's mouth trembled nervously, he had never seen such a powerful warrior.

In less than two minutes, more than fifty compatriots returned to Eternal Fire!

This is simply a bunch of devils!

Cyrus was sticking to the nanmu walking stick, staring at the mutants dozens of meters away, surrounded by the army, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"No matter how powerful they are, the number of them is always limited! Master Wei Ge's reinforcements have arrived, and the temple guards are coming soon! They can't turn over!"

His words were like a signal, and a group of heavily armed soldiers poured out from the bridge on the south side of Temple Island.

The number of guards in the entire Nuocheng Temple is approaching one thousand.

At this time, with the exception of the city gates and the port's fortifications, hundreds of other people flocked to drive away the surrounding citizens and maintain order in chaos.

Swing the sword towards the witcher in the center of the square!

...

To the north of the square, next to a small altar that was lit.

A broad slashing sword like a shield swept through the air, and an elf who slid into the crowd like a wolf, killing indiscriminately, was cut in half!

"Ah, kill! Help, help me!" screamed a spice merchant who was as fat as a pig.

"Shut up, didn't you see Lord Knight protecting us?!" Another emaciated young man showed admiration.

Grimm wiped the blood from his face, took back the sword of justice, and stood in front of a group of unarmed crowds, resisting the swords that were swung from time to time. Cassirer looked around alertly, and swept the line for him.

They had already noticed a group of strange elves wearing old fur armors, shuttled along the periphery of the square, throwing incendiary bombs at the crowd and the surrounding houses.

Swing a sharp blade, kill anyone you see, and create chaos!

Moreover, the expressions on the faces of this group of elves were extremely vicious, and they were full of ill-will, as if they had an inseparable hatred with humans.

Where did the terrorists come from? Attacking humans, and throwing dirty water on the witcher's head.

What is their purpose?

by the knight.

"boom!"

Butcher Cliff's whole body was full of muscles, his dark two-handed warhammer lifted from bottom to top, his five short bodies jumped in place, and the hammer head hit an elf's chin heavily and smashed into the skull.

This guy seemed to have been hit by a ton of "upper uppercut", and the facial bones were broken and deformed, like a smashed bun, and fell backwards to the ground.

Clifford's oiled cockscomb head swayed in the breeze, his eyes staring like copper bells noticed the blood-stained squirrel tail on the elf's waist, and suddenly his face became stiff and he muttered loudly,

"Squirrel Party? Isn't this group of bastards huddled in the Valley of Flowers and Mahakan? How did they go to the city of Nuo, thousands of miles away, to attack humans and witchers?"

Cleaver looked around with an ugly look on his face.

In the past, the solemn and solemn Temple Square was in chaos,

The flames scorched the surrounding buildings, and columns of smoke surged into the air, blocking the sunlight and the sight of most people. In the center of the square, the two endless forces of the Squirrel Party and the Temple Guard are like hyenas attacking the lion, nibbling away at the flesh and blood of the lion regardless of sacrifice!

One moment, it will be eaten up!

...

"Shh-"

Roy erected Guvihir in front of him, and the long sword struck against the flying fireball. The star-shaped rune on the sword glowed, and the fireball was instantly divided into two.

However, the remaining momentum was offset by the armor all over his body, which only scorched a few of his hair.

"Everyone stay here, I'll deal with the group of mages!" Roy gritted his teeth and looked around. The demon hunters fighting side by side were entangled in the same place by soldiers and elves who were not afraid of death, accepting the mountains of knives in all directions. Sword forest and violent fireball, lightning baptism.

The magic is blocked, and the witchers without the protection of Quinn and Helio are a group of living targets!

Scarred and breathing heavily, he could only stubbornly swing his sword to block, attack, and slash everywhere.

However, when an enemy fell, more soldiers stepped on the corpses of their companions to fill the gap!

"I'm with you, kid!"

"You stay!" Roy spat out the cork in his mouth, his throat squirming.

A large black blood vessel bulged and spread from the chin.

Guversil switches to a hand crossbow.

"Whoosh-"

The bowstring hums and the arrow pierces the air!

A galloping white light hit an elf mage with flames in the palm of his hand.

Click!

The protective magic shield shattered like a bubble.

The pale face under the gray hood was startled. He had never seen such a powerful hand crossbow before. It would take at least three or four arrows to penetrate his defense.

He slid to the side as if the soles of his feet were oiled.

swoosh—

Dangerous and dangerous, the second arrow immediately landed on where he was just now, shooting a corner of the marble wall.

The black-haired demon hunter was shaped like a wind, and a huge and pitch-black dragon reflection appeared strangely behind it, biting, flapping its claws, flapping its wings, and knocking all the soldiers who were blocking it into the air.

Approach him quickly!

The left hand kept pulling the trigger, and the right hand threw an anti-magic metal bomb far away at the mage!

"Crack!"

Glass shattered.

After the elf mage indented the golden pillar under the eaves of the Eternal Fire Side Hall, he avoided the spreading dust.

At the same time, he waved his left hand, and a distorted purple electric snake spewed out of his palm. The air was burned and made a terrible "Ziz" sound. The ground between the mage and the witcher was scalded by the electric current to create a 20-meter pitch-black ravine!

The electric light fills the field of vision, and the magic power reaches the body at the moment.

Roy gave all his strength and jumped diagonally upwards.

The arc grazed his left shoulder, and a horrific cloud of white gas emerged from under the leather armor.

The skin on the arm was blackened.

His body, sprinting with his sword and crossbow, trembled, became drunk and swayed, his cheeks twisted.

But finally rushed in front of the mage.

The latter's slender eyes shot out a cold light that burned with the enemy, and he erected his left palm in front of his chest, and his five fingers quickly made complicated and strange gestures.

"boom!"

The invisible magic torrent hit Roy head on.

The powerful thrust knocked him backwards!

call out-

In mid-air, he still pulled the trigger tenaciously.

The mage thought he was safe behind the pillar.

However this arrow.

Unlimited power.

Penetrates the pillars, the magic shield, and the flesh and bones behind it.

puff.

There was a blood hole in the center of the forehead on the pale face under the hood, with an indifferent and indifferent expression on his face, he fell backwards to the ground!

...

Roy rolled against the ground, relieved the impact, and the carp stood up straight.

At the same time, the body is relaxed!

The banned magic power returns to normal.

You are going to destroy us.

Roy gritted his teeth.

Then I will destroy you!

bring it on!

Leviathan!

"boom!"

A magnitude 10 earthquake suddenly erupted in the Temple Square!

A huge shadow descended into the thick smoke, the muscles of the hills, the rough and wild canvas coat.

"Hoohoho!"

The oak tree stick in the right hand of the ice giant tapped the palm of his left hand and let out a roaring roar, and his scarlet pupils shot out an extremely excited red light.

Haha, you can start killing again!

Then liberate your instincts and kill him!

The huge roar made thousands of people stunned on the spot!

The ice giant leaped vigorously and jumped into the temple guards pouring into the square from the south.

The oak tree swept across, and a large group of soldiers caught off guard, like rice harvested by a sickle, flew into the air lightly!

Falling to the ground with broken legs and broken arms, terrifying depression in the chest, and dying of breath!

The wailing was incessant.

...

"God!" The crowd outside the temple began to flee in panic again.

"Is the end of the world coming?" a man cried out in fear.

"What the hell is that?" In the main hall of the temple, under the flames, a young guard was stunned.

"Is it a punishment from the gods?"

"But why is God's punishment aimed at devout believers instead of evil demon hunters?"

Archbishop Cyrus' face became extremely ugly.

He hurriedly turned around and glanced inside the temple.

"No, it's the witcher's magic trick!"

"Kill it! Kill this big guy! We are so many."

Archbishop orders!

Two or three hundred crossbow arrows were fired at the ice giant at the same time, and it was shot into a sieve in one round. However, the arrow broke through the giant's shallow layer of skin and was bounced off.

Dozens of Eternal Fire knights riding the full-body plate armor of their warhorses crossed the long bridge, raising their spears and swinging their blades to reflect the golden light, charging it with death.

Then wave after wave, like an ant trampled to death by an elephant, it was crushed into a pulp!

The ice giant has rough skin, thick flesh, and infinite strength. Human beings are as fragile as paper in front of this terrifying monster.

But it was also surrounded by swords, crossbow bolts, and iron chains, surrounded by the soldiers of the eternal fire who kept going one after another with firm beliefs, making it impossible to move even an inch!

...

The giant was so powerful that the witcher, besieged by the Squirrel Party and the temple guards, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Roy, it must be his handwriting!" Geralt looked excited, turned around lightly, the blade pulled away a squirrel's neck, blood stained the flowing white hair!

"Since he can tame Goerfin, it's not surprising to recover an ice giant!" Letho swung his two swords and chopped down the two soldiers, "Guys, work harder and send them to hell!"

"Kill!" Carl five shouted!

Fighting spirit rekindled in the eyes of the witchers, and morale was lifted.

The exhausted body seems to be injected with a vigorous vitality!

The skill that started to slow down instead became faster and faster, launching a wolf-like attack on the surrounding crowd! They slashed, jabbed, and blocked with steel swords, and used alchemical bombs to clear crowds.

The ice giant temporarily attracted the firepower of the large army, and the army could not be replenished in time, and a big hole was torn open. The guards in black clothes and black hats, the squirrel party in coarse linen clothes with nanmu bows and rusty iron swords Like a dragon boat smashed by stormy waves, it sank into a pool of blood piece by piece.

Blood splatters, hisses, turns to steam!

The roaring witcher slashed a bloody path to the main hall of the temple!

...

"Whoosh-"

A slight cracking sound, a short white light.

Hiding in the northeast of the temple, the elf sorceress who was shrouded in a green burqa, rubbing a huge fireball, flashed golden light on her body.

The magic shield cracked.

The bloody shadow of death hit her face, she screamed and wailed, her body dissipated like ripples on the water surface, and instantly flashed ten meters away.

She thought she had escaped.

With a sigh of relief, he gripped the cane again.

Swah——

The air in front of him suddenly shattered, a long sword slid across his face, his body was like a bow, and a figure with blood-colored tentacles jumping behind him emerged from the space slit.

The killing intent in the eyes of the different colors overflowed, like the ice of ten thousand years, freezing her soul and vitality, and she couldn't move even a finger!

"Where to escape?"

"die!"

"Shh-"

The white jade-like blade swept past.

Dou Da's head was thrown into the air.

...

Elf Warlock out of five.

The remaining three people who were distributed in all corners of the square realized that the situation was not right, and they would definitely be killed by this elusive assassin one by one if they fought on their own.

So he quickly moved closer to the side hall of the temple to the east.

The green cloak draped behind them pulled out afterimages, and they walked like flying under the blessing of magic.

However, no faster than an arrow.

Under the eaves of the side hall of the temple, a handsome elf warlock ran wildly and turned to look.

Suddenly his eyes widened.

swoosh—

The bowstring vibrated like death whispering.

The shield on a colleague shattered.

A huge blood-colored octopus jumped out of the void behind him, with a roll of terrifying infinite tentacles.

He was wrapped in a blood-colored cocoon, and the power of the void lifted him upside down in the air.

"Shh-"

The witcher appeared strangely behind the blood cocoon, and in his hands, the pale bone long sword stabbed forward like lightning.

Penetrates blood cocoons.

The blood faded away layer by layer.

The elf mage who gradually revealed his body was penetrated through the lower back, spitting blood, widening his eyes, and weeping feebly.

And the witcher held him aloft, as if offering him as a sacrifice to an evil god.

"Humph!"

draw sword.

Shake off the blood.

The different-colored pupils locked the female elf from afar.

Killing intent is chilling.

"Shhh-"

At this moment, several figures suddenly appeared behind the female elf.

The dense magic power that permeated the five people was about to ignite the surrounding air.

All are mages!

When Roy glanced at the two figures.

His expression suddenly froze.

He was completely unfamiliar with the two elf mages.

However, although he has never seen two human mages, he has heard their names for a long time.

One is dressed as a mercenary, wearing a hunting suit that is easy to exercise, with wet black eyes, thin lips, and scarred cheeks.

A sharp short blade in his hand was placed on the neck of a man who was tied with five flowers, and a bloody mouth was drawn.

Reins, holding collector Gawain Samsa.

The shapeshifter's slender eyes blinked desperately.

Full of pleading, begging the witcher to turn and leave immediately.

On the other hand, the other woman was wearing a spotless blue dress, and her thin body exuded a literary and intellectual temperament, a little melancholy and quiet, as if she should be holding a drawing board instead of a staff.

She was out of tune with this fierce battle.

The muscles on her strange cheeks were stiff, stiff, and not like a living person, and the aura of magic was changing on them.

She noticed the witcher's scrutiny eyes, her pupils gleaming with displeasure.

Lydia van Bradwater.

Both of them are the right-hand man of Wigfortz!

Did you finally show up, the guy who played tricks behind his back.

Roy was sure, and quietly hid behind the pillar.

"Boy, don't move! Otherwise, if I get nervous and my hands shake, it will be bad to hurt your friend."

Reins heaved a sigh of relief and stopped the magic that was about to be launched in the hands of the two elves around him.

The two glared at the witcher resentfully and unwillingly, but due to the order given by the former leader Francesca, they had to obey.

...

A secret conversation started under the side hall building of the temple.

"I must admit that your combat effectiveness is much stronger than I imagined."

"The army of hundreds of people has not been able to clean up you in one go! On the contrary, its vitality has been severely damaged. After this battle, Eternal Fire will definitely lose its reputation."

"Especially Your Excellency, tsk tsk... The magical space shuttle ability belongs to an inferior mutant. Even the most brilliant magic master in the world, my master has not been able to master this skill."

"And the ice giant that appeared from nowhere, it's amazing..." Riens' sullen voice was not only mockery but admiration.

"You are a worthy opponent." Reins gave him a deep look. "If you don't know the current affairs, you have to stand on the opposite side of us and die here. It's a pity."

"I'll give you two options now."

"One, surrender and surrender that silver-haired, green-eyed girl, you know who I'm referring to! Then I will generously forgive your previous series of offenses. I will give you a chance to take you to See my master and make you swear allegiance to him."

"This is the end of this farce today."

Reins said proudly,

"My master has great powers and can help demon hunters to better survive in human society. It will not be like today, where everyone shouts and beats them and is driven to death."

"If my master is merciful, you will have a piece of land of your own in the future and build a kingdom of witchers!" He seduced with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

...

"But if you don't eat toast, choose the second way - continue to resist pointlessly."

He turned to look at the far side of the temple, and the ice giant had completely stalemate with the army of Eternal Fire.

The overwhelming attack left him exhausted and bruised!

Oak-wielding arms are no longer agile.

The witcher is fighting with the last group of soldiers in front of the hall of the temple!

"Your good ally, the collector, will die immediately. Your comrades will follow in his footsteps."

Reins warned in a hoarse voice,

"Even if one or two are lucky enough to escape, there will be no place for you in the entire north and south. The only fate for you in the future is to be chased to death by the armies of the north and south!"

Roy remained silent, clenching the sword in his hand.

Eyes flow.

He must speak to the man behind the scenes, Wigfortz, and repay all of this today.

"Are you worried about your elaborate orphanage?" Reins suddenly smiled brightly. "Relax, man, a group of my friends have rushed to take care of them."

"Count the time, the children should go to sleep obediently."

"Okay, no more nonsense. Time is running out, give your answer!"