The Divine Hunter

The wind rustled the leaves, the smoke and hot breath filled the air, and there was a faint glow of fire.

Beech, fallen leaves, vines, and branches are burning in the alder forest, and above the glade, the dead and wounded are connected in a row - dressed in linen and fur woven clothes, with squirrel tails hanging from their waists, high cheekbones and pointy ears. .

And human mercenaries in leather armor and dusty faces.

Some had their legs caught in the huge bear trap, their bloody wounds exposed their bones, and they sat on the ground hugging their legs and wailing.

Some were hit by a parabolic log that fell from the sky and hit the chest and abdomen, fell to the ground and vomited fragments of internal organs, and their chests were sunken.

Others were buried under the fallen leaves and fell to the sky, mercilessly engulfed by the sudden collapse of the ground, and rows of pointed wooden stakes in the pits of more than three meters would wear them into barbecue.

...

Although they had not seen the shadow of the enemy and started to lose their members, this 100-strong team of squirrels and mercenaries still marched tenaciously into the depths of the alder forest.

"This group of mice with their heads and tails exposed!" Half-elf Skirru ran with a small step, his dry ponytail swaying behind his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "I will let the witchers who are guarding the gates be caught. They tasted these tortures themselves and avenged their dead brothers!"

As if in response to his words, the faces of typical elf who lowered their bodies behind him showed bone-chilling hatred!

The tall, lanky man with no eyebrows laughed viciously, "I must execute the execution. I know mutants' sensitivities and know how to make them feel 'comfortable'. Make them scream, of course, that counts as My free add-on service."

He clenched the three witcher badges around his neck.

"When the time comes, you can listen to it with your own ears. What a beautiful music!"

"Be careful! There is movement!"

A terrifying elf muscular man with a high nose bridge growled after them.

In the distance in the glade, a mist-shrouded botanical garden appeared.

The fragrant plant fragrance shocked a group of elves from the distant Hundred Flowers Valley. At a glance, there were more than forty kinds of plants - celandine, crow's eye, sage... and some plants they had never seen before. Lush and growing.

Even in the Blue Mountains, there are few such complete and lush botanical gardens!

The mist that surrounds the botanical garden seems to have life,

Fluttering visibly to the naked eye, it became thicker and thicker, blocking their vision.

Two huge, bloated creatures appeared in the fog...

They rushed out with astonishing speed, the clearing trembled, the alder leaves fell like rain along the way, the ferns crackled and the branches snapped with the crunch.

The crowd then formed a phalanx with their backs to their backs, pulled out their weapons, and drew bows and arrows.

"Damn, what the hell is that?" Skye's eyes widened, and he gasped for air. Leo Bonnet saw it too. His white beard trembled like a catfish whisker, and his wet eyes showed excitement.

"Be careful!"

boom!

The ground shook.

Everyone finally saw clearly the two things that were approaching.

They are like two oaks with rough, gnarled bark. But they didn't just stand in place and let people cut them down and let the birds hop on the branches.

They are striding through the forest with strong and powerful tree roots and thighs, striding through the forest, their arms swaying with branches all over their body, but their agility is suffocating!

In ten seconds at most, it will rush into the team!

The faces of everyone were instantly as white as paper.

"attack!"

Skyrr shouted.

The Squirrel Party and the mercenaries were already firing their arrows without his orders.

The swooshing sound of breaking the air was incessant.

Arrows fell like rain, but they saw the two tree monsters waving their branches foul, as if they were waving a ridiculously large broom toward the crowd.

clap clap!

Ninety-nine percent of the arrows were blocked by the broom and shot into the bushes!

A small part of it fell on them, and at most it could only pierce the hard bark an inch, and then fell powerlessly.

Sporadic milky white blood gushed out from the wound, and they rushed to the front of the team, one from the other, in an unexplainable pain.

crackle!

The two tree monsters waved their branches at the same time, and that gesture was like a big rooster leaning over to peck at centipedes and caterpillars in the grass, and pinpointed the two people in the team.

The two unlucky ghosts were entangled in the branches and swayed in mid-air, like snakes whose tails were grabbed and swayed wildly.

The tragic cry made the companions tremble with fear!

But squirrels and mercenaries are not vegetarians either.

Immediately, he swung the sword close to him, and a cold light danced around the tree monster, like a group of gardeners pruning ornamental plants.

In an instant, at least ten branches of the tree monster were chipped, full of sword wounds.

However, the torso and limbs of this thing are more rigid than ordinary oak trees, and the soldiers have never fought with them, and they have not cut off several of its arms with a single slash.

Instead, they lifted up a few companions upside down like a radish.

In the blink of an eye, the branches were covered with soldiers, and the strength of the branches was amazing.

They kicked their legs a few times in a panic, their eyeballs bulged, their tongues stuck out, their beards were covered in vomit and blood, and they were strangled to death!

"Haha, funny! Funny!"

In the wailing and screaming, Bonner, who was tall and thin, laughed out of the ordinary, and spat on the bright sword blade full of runes in his hand.

"Come on, big tree, let's dance together! Play music!"

He pounced on the raging tree monster on the left, moving as fast as lightning without making a sound.

The tree monster is busy strangling a yellow-haired elf.

Forge a branch to block the intruder.

The sharp blade pierced the air, and the sword collided with the branches, making a crisp sound of gold and iron.

Fantie had nothing to do with it, but the sword in Bonnet's hand was extraordinary, and the power and speed far exceeded that of ordinary people. The sword easily chopped off the arm of the tree monster, and the broken branches squirmed twice on the ground like snakes, and fell into the ground. still.

Bonnet approached the tree monster.

A dozen branches swung at him.

He spun his body and blade like a spinning top, the roots of the branches fell, and the corpse fell to the ground again.

He jumped nimbly like a blue sheep among the cliffs, changing directions, coming and going freely, perfectly dodging all attacks, not a single wound on his body.

Both the Squirrel Party and the soldiers could only see a shadow of swords and swords surrounding the bounty hunter and the tree. Numerous wounds can be seen on the trunk of the tree.

Two minutes later, a stream of milky white blood gushed from its eye-like nodules, and Bonnet drew his blade.

The tree monster froze on the ground, and the bare branches shuddered a few times and returned to silence.

It stood dead in place, turned into a sun-dried oak tree.

"Haha! Happy!"

Bonnet shook his wrist, danced a sword flower, and immediately killed the second tree monster on the right.

...

in the botanical garden.

Evelyn's slender and slender body was covered in green clothes made of bark, her gray hair fell on her shoulders, and a wreath of mistletoe was wrapped around her forehead.

She carried an oak walking stick like a warrior, the head of which swayed behind her shoulders with her long, lightly moving legs.

Emerald green light flashed on his body, and kept extinguishing the surging flames in the alder forest!

All of a sudden the magic was taken away.

Wrinkled black eyebrows.

The Oak Guardian is back to nature!

A mortal killed it!

She felt unbelievable, her eyes became as severe and indifferent as thunderbolts in the sky!

The turbulent green rays of light like waves diffused out of the woods, the mountains shook, and the roars of the beasts echoed endlessly!

...

"Roar!"

"Haw!"

"Fizz!"

Among the woods, beech trees, ferns, and boxwoods, fluffy or scaly heads were exposed, their teeth grinning, and their pupils were full of icy murderous intent.

Weasel, rat, poisonous snake, wild cat, wild boar... flooded out, using fangs and claws to attack the soldiers who invaded the woods!

The army exploded, and there was no time to react. The beast hordes from all directions completely surrounded them.

The sound of beast roars, wailings, collisions, and the sound of weapons breaking through the air exploded the entire forest.

"Damn, there's a Druid helping the witcher!" Skirr roared, and with one sword he slashed a chirping weasel in half.

The soldiers were in a hurry.

In the first wave of attacks, several people were directly killed by wild boars.

The dense crowd of small animals is even more difficult to guard against. Rats, poisonous snakes, sneakily clinging to the fallen leaves or crawling everywhere, burrowed out without warning, poisonous spiders, lizards, and geckos fell from the treetops above everyone's heads. They find needles in the seams, drill into people's trouser legs, shoes, and clothes, and pick up soft organs for their mouths.

A burly man with bulging eyes like a frog screamed and covered his crotch, jumping on the spot twice, the blue linen trousers under his crotch turned blood red, his cheeks turned the color of pig liver, and he rolled all over the floor.

The tragedy is astounding.

...

A freckled elf pierced a wild dog's waist with a sword from the front, and before he could change his move, another petite wild cat swept past his neck.

The broken claws reflect the cold light.

slam-la-

His neck was immediately torn open with blood, exposing his trachea.

The freckled elf fell backward with all his strength, and then a black rat lifted him up on the ground, like holding a hammer, rustling and quickly carrying the body to the depths of the jungle.

A group of wild boars and wolves work in perfect harmony with the squirrels.

...

Even more shocking.

A behemoth of a lion and an eagle suddenly fell from the woods.

Passing through the crowd with strong airflow and great pressure, hook-like claws grabbed a hapless man and took him to the sky.

After a while.

A rain of flesh and blood fell in the air, as well as a mutilated and shocking corpse!

"God, that's a griffin!"

"The witcher has a griffin!"

A muscular man with a very low forehead screamed in horror and shot towards the sky continuously.

However, the arrows could not even catch up with its long tail, or were blocked by the generous shield-like wings.

Crash.

Ten seconds later.

It came again, cruelly taking away the second dead!

...

this woods.

It was filled with the sound of breaking through the air, the sound of sharp blades cutting into the flesh, the vibration of the bowstring, and the sound of killing.

People and beasts fought bloody battles, and the beasts seemed endless.

The fallen leaves, branches, and root vines on the ground were stained with blood red!

...

"Damn it! Molotov cocktails!" the half-elf raised his arms and shouted, "Burn them to death!"

clap la la-

The Squirrel Party and the mercenaries immediately took off the oil bottle from their waists and threw them among the beasts that were rushing in from all directions.

Boom!

The fire soared into the sky.

Illuminate a ferocious face.

The flood-like tide of beasts was cut off by the jumping firelight.

The beasts with burning fur and the smell of roast and charred meat whimpered and ran, smashing into a group of comrades, spreading the flames.

The surging wild offensive was slowed down.

At this moment, Leo Bonnet pulled out the long sword from the eye socket of the second tree monster, and cut a wild boar in half with a sword in the face.

A waterfall of blood stained his sickly flushed cheeks.

He grinned wickedly.

"Now, who will dance with me!?"

"boom!"

In response, a chubby glass bottle shattered in the crowd, setting off an explosion that sent more than five soldiers flying and setting them on fire.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the raging fire quickly spread in the wailing.

Behind the beast tide, another man wearing a dirty scholar's robe, pointed-mouthed monkey cheeks, and a Mediterranean hairstyle carried a special Molotov cocktail, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes with heavy black circles blinked.

"The incendiary bomb is too bad!" Kalkestein kindly invited, "Come and try my special bomb!"

"Enough!"

"Crack!"

A second pale orb of frost erupted in the crowd.

The extremely cold freezing air instantly froze the two nearest mercenaries into crystal ice sculptures!

On the other side of the beast swarm, a woman in a black robe appeared in the palm of a perfectly round ice ball.

The close-fitting robes automatically fall into the undulating body of the mountains without wind.

The white light illuminated her beautiful face, and her red hair fluttered wildly on her shoulders.

The blue eyes were as cold as ice.

Like the goddess of ice holding winter.

...

"Damn, Druid, Griffin, plus two mages, the witcher has left behind! We're in big trouble!" Skirr said fiercely, a look of fear flashing on his face.

The entire team was in complete chaos.

He tried to pull the trigger towards the Mediterranean mage in the distance, who hid behind a big tree like oil on the soles of his feet, and let out a nervous sarcastic laugh.

Dodge the anti-magic metal bombs that explode around you.

And the figure of "Goddess of Ice" disappeared into the air at the same time.

The two wizards relied on light-weight spells and trees to cover them without a trace, throwing spells and bombs from time to time, playing with the prey rounded up by the herd.

"The trouble doesn't stop at this point!" Leo Bonnet dragged his sharp sword and walked straight to the other end of the mage across the crowd.

In mist and fire.

Two dark shadows standing with swords appeared.

A burly man, wearing a leather jacket with studded shoulders, and a wolf talisman hanging from his neck.

A huge scar runs across the angular right face.

His face was cold and expressionless.

The two-handed long sword was raised above the right shoulder, and it was slowly approaching. It was still a knight holding the long sword and preparing for the charge.

One person wears a pair of sunglasses, a lean body and a flexible cat pie light armor, and the cat pie pendant around his neck ripples with his footsteps.

The wrist turns the blade as thin as a cicada's wings lightly.

There was an icy coldness on his face.

Swish-

One step is ten meters.

The two walked side by side toward the crowd.

Two pairs of scorpions collided with the pair of dead fish eyes without eyelashes in the crowd.

Sparks fly!

...

"Ha ha!"

The unprecedented urge made Leo Bonnet's body start to tremble uncontrollably.

Facing two demon hunters at the same time, unprecedented, this battle will be the most dangerous in life.

However, it is also the pinnacle of hearty!

"Come on, witcher, swing your sword and dance with me!"

"A dance of three!" he yelled at his opponents, hooking them defiantly, with an ominous light in the dead fish's eyes, "Two witchers against Leo Bonnet, this wonderful performance, It will cost lives!"

"But it's not me who pays the price!"

"Before you lose your breath, I will let you enjoy the last honor of your life!"

Leo Bonnet held the sword in his right hand, and the blade made a series of marks on the grass. He threw it forward with his left hand, and took the initiative to sprint to meet the two of them. The speed was as fast as a ghost floating in the forest, and he woke up behind him. Fallen leaves!

"play music!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Beyond the beast tide, the glade.

The sound of glass breaking.

Anti-magic metal bombs blocked the witcher's magic.

Owl and Eskar could have avoided.

However, out of the pride of those who use the sword, they took it with confidence.

This is a pure sword fight.

Two consecutive sharp collision sounds of tearing eardrums erupted!

The wolf and the cat besieged this arrogant human being from the left and the right.

Leo Bonnet did not advance or retreat in the face of the swiping blade, but instead jumped forward, passed through the gap of the pincer attack, jumped behind the two, and let the blade cut through his skin. First.

Spin.

Unrivaled swiftness with two swords in a row.

The sword light moved in the flames, like stars hidden by sunlight.

The first sword slashed the owl's shoulder.

The second sword stabbed Escal in the left flank.

Blood splashed.

The two witchers grunted, but did not hesitate.

One person turned around, and the steel sword slashed the back of his neck from top to bottom.

The blade ripped through the air, hissing whistling.

Bonnet rolled back roguely, dodging both blades.

Before the two advanced to attack, they launched a counterattack, the long sword slashed and slashed again and again, and swayed lightly from side to side.

The three long swords collided continuously, and the sparks were like mercury spilling to the ground!

More eye-catching than the raging fire in the forest!

...

With a sword in the crowd, Schirul pierced a wild cat that was rushing towards it and pinned it in the air.

But he was sweating profusely, and there was no joy.

Flames and ice raged around him, and his compatriots wailed.

Two hundred soldiers, less than five minutes, lost more than half, and they are still decreasing at a terrifying speed.

Blood and corpses stained the nearby woodlands completely red.

In addition to the two mages, a sly griffin, and a Druid joined the battlefield, they cast lightning in their palms to turn people into coke, and hurricanes blew them into the sky, breaking their arms and legs.

And the endless beast tide of the crowd blocked it, and it was difficult to get close to the three spellcasters.

The arrows and anti-magic bombs were mostly dodged by them by taking advantage of the terrain.

With a few sporadic arrows, even the magic shield of their body could not be broken.

There was a deep sense of powerlessness in Skirrou's heart.

I am afraid that this trip will live up to the expectations of Master Wei Ge.

A mere few fellow witchers are so invincible.

So what kind of scene is Nuocheng, that group of witchers?

Skyru cast his eyes in despair at the undisturbed clearing.

The three groups of figures collided violently at a terrifying speed, as if Mars hit the earth, and then suddenly separated.

Their physical fitness far exceeds that of ordinary people, and their swordsmanship is at its peak.

Half-elf can't capture specific moves at all - block, parry, dodge, counterattack...

Just seeing every handover, a lot of sweat and blood spilled on the ground, brilliant like blood-colored fireworks.

...

"boom!"

After 30 seconds of stalemate, an unusually high-pitched sound of sharp blade slashing fell.

Two witchers, completely separated from bounty hunters.

Leo Bonnet hunched his back, his long swords supported his shaky body like a crutch, and the broken leather armor was full of oozing wounds.

His expression was embarrassed, his white beard like catfish whiskers was stained with blood, his bloodshot eyes stared at the opposite side, but his lips had a cheerful smile.

Escal, who was covered in blood, groaned.

Suddenly he knelt forward and fell to the ground.

A cold wind blows through the forest.

The intact piece of skin between the witcher's neck was like a zipper that had been pulled open, and suddenly a huge gap appeared.

Blood poured like a spring.

He fell head-on.

All strength, life, and blood were lost.

A bizarre picture passed before his eyes.

The past life keeps flashing back.

Orphanage...brutal mutation experiments...wolf comrades like brothers...long life, boring, exciting, deadly commissions...witcher brotherhood...night devil pasia...

Bros.

children.

Pacia.

Sorry, I missed my appointment.

The scar-faced man's pupils expanded, and his consciousness began to disappear rapidly.

"Boom!"

The vulture, which had several bloody openings all over its body, spat out a cork and purred.

The swallow potion swallowed.

Immediately, he helped Escal's body.

The blood had completely soaked his chest.

Breathing and heartbeat begin to fail rapidly.

"You're in luck, man."

Without hesitation, he took out a treasure that had been treasured for a long time from his arms. He had planned to leave it to Carl to survive the green grass trial, but the boy was lucky and had no use, so he kept it.

...

"Haha! It's been a long time since I was so happy. The witcher, the perfect opponent, the two of them together will double the pleasure!"

"Haha! This dance is enough fun!"

Leo Bonnet laughed loudly, grabbed the three badges between his necks abruptly, pulled hard, and threw them in the palm of his hand, "Next! A reward for you!"

His cold, hoarse voice was gradually buried by the sound of fighting in the flames, and became lower and lower.

The smile on his face did not change.

"I've been looking forward to this day. It's better to die in battle than to die on a woman's belly, die from alcohol and disease, die in disgusting mud, and be swallowed by sticky earthworms," ​​he looked at Ace, who was getting colder. Carl,

"Today, I finally got my wish."

"But it's not a loss for one exchange. Scarface man...We made an appointment..." He looked at the fallen Escar, his eyes full of fighting desire, "I'll come next! With you by my side, I will never do it. Lonely and boring."

"I will die... I will die without regrets."

talking.

The smile on Leo Bonnet's face was stiff, his pupils dilated.

He just stood there with a sword and lost his breath.

There was a huge gap in the back waist, and the bones were deep, and the blood that had slipped dyed the grass on the ground into roses.

"Leo Bonnet, you are a terrifying opponent, the most powerful mortal I have ever fought against in my life." The vulture's gray-green eyes flashed admiration, and he shook his head. The small and exquisite acorn in his hand was stuffed into Escal. In the mouth, "But you made a huge mistake, not one for one, zero for one!"

"Gollum!"

The forgotten acorn slid down his throat, and an extremely rich life force instantly flooded out of Eskar's body.

Forms a film with a rippling emerald green glow.

Wrapped tightly around his body wounds.

Escal seemed to drink a panacea.

The terrifying blood between the necks healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, he shed his old, wrinkled dead skin like a snake shedding.

A new skin as white and tender as tofu and smooth as silk was revealed.

Even the hideous scar on his face disappeared.

The breath of life returns.

He opened a pair of amber vertical pupils, and his eyes were as vast as the sun!

...

boom!

The flames exploded, dizzying.

Half-elf Skirrou's tall, strong body rose uncontrollably, drowning him in a wave of searing heat and pain.

A weak cocoon wrapped around his soul from the inside out.

The sound, the smell, the light left him in an instant.

The passing life also took away his ideals, ambitions, and rhetoric.

Close your eyes to the last scene.

That god-of-war man, Leo Bonnet, lost his breath.

I lost.

A crushing defeat!

Lord Wingford.

The last thought flashed through his mind.

Avenge us!

revenge!