God-level Demon Hunter

Roy quickly flipped through the memories in his mind. The Prophet Lebioda had learned about it before. At first, he was just a wandering orator, spreading his philosophical thoughts and wisdom everywhere. With his extraordinary personal charm and eloquence, he attracted many people. Countless followers of his words and ideas.His reputation is very loud in the northern kingdom, not only humans, but even dwarves look up to him.

He came to be revered as a saint, a seer, a prophet, and now, many years after his death, he is enshrined as a god in the temples of the prophets.

When mentioning religion, Roy had to think of a notorious church in later generations, "Isn't the most famous religion in the north now the Church of Eternal Fire?"

Lesso patiently explained, "The Eternal Flame is mainly popular in Vizima, the capital of Temeria, and the free city of Novigrad. In recent years, the teachings of the Eternal Flame have become more and more discriminatory against non-human groups and become more extreme." Although there are many supporters, they are also despised by many humans, as well as non-human groups such as dwarves and elves."

Roy knew that after the hard-hearted Radovid was crowned, the entire Redania would be shrouded in the light of the Eternal Flame. At that time, the Eternal Flame not only discriminated against dwarves, elves and other non-human races, but even demon hunters and warlocks They were all hunted down.

But that's a few years later.

"Edesborg is adjacent to the Mahakam Mountains, and Mahakam is the hometown of the dwarves. The dwarves brought ores and products from the mountains to the city for large-scale transactions, forming a huge force." Lei Suo said, "The dwarves' Powers will not allow the Eternal Flame to take root around their home."

"That's not bad," Roy muttered, "Where shall we go next?"

"After driving for a week, let's rest in the city for a few days and see the situation."

Walls Tavern, Edersborough Midtown.

Lei Suo placed a row of fine wines of different colors in a bold place - dwarf spirits, cherry wine, datura wine...

A dozen or so glasses were lined up on the wine table, but he drank slowly for himself. Every time he took a sip of wine, he squinted his eyes and took a breath, as if he was enjoying the supreme delicacy.

Only occasionally, he opened his amber eyes and glanced at the noisy crowd in the tavern.

Coolies, vegetable farmers, small businessmen, local hooligans, all here have fun, regardless of high or low.

And where is Roy?

When he came to the tavern, Roy suddenly found that his desire was about to move.

Gwent card addiction attack!

He took out the Skelliger deck that old Jack had given him, and approached a table of people who were shouting and playing cards.

He dared to show his skills because of the super bodyguard of the demon hunter by his side.

"Hey! Dude, I lost this one, how about me instead?"

"Go away, where did you kid come from!" A middle-aged man wearing a turban gave Roy a disdainful look, until Roy showed a neat set of Gwent cards.

The rare cards were like magnets that attracted the attention of all the players present.

The eyes of everyone looking at him became extremely hot in an instant, like looking at a lamb delivered to the door.

Roy sat on the chair, smiled faintly, and said bewitchingly, "Do you want my rare cards? If you want, I can give you all! Come and play cards, I put all the cards here, waiting You come to win!"

This time, he intends to win more money, consumption in big cities is not cheap.

"Having this good deck of cards, coupled with my rich experience... covert cheating methods."

On the other side, Lei Suo, after drinking nearly twenty glasses, one liter of wine, had a faint red light on his face.

Even a demon hunter with superhuman physical strength, under the ravages of wine of various degrees, his eyes became hazy.

But no one knew if he was really drunk, not even himself.

And the demon hunter with a long sword on his back and cat-like pupils made most ordinary people stay away. Some looked disdainful, but they didn't dare to go forward to harass them.

Lei Suo's size and appearance are too intimidating, and "not to be messed with" is written all over his body.

Not all of them were the group of attackers outside the city who dared to use their lives to provoke the demon hunter.

Except one.

A woman walked towards him with her head swaying, she took the bald man's arm quite familiarly, and whispered something in his ear.

"Little devil," Lei Suo suddenly called out to the crowd, and in the astonished gaze of the young man who turned his head, he opened his mouth wide, showing a mouthful of white teeth, "How about you stay downstairs for a while?"

What else can Roy say?Nodding helplessly, he watched the two leaning on each other go upstairs.

This woman has a unique aesthetic, and she is actually interested in bald and muscular men.No, she probably smelled Krona from Leto.

"I don't know how to restrain myself in front of apprentices." But after thinking about it, Roy could still understand that in just one week, he had killed water ghosts and slaughtered more than a dozen people outside the city.

It is inevitable to be stressed and need a way to relax and vent.

Roy chose Quint, and Leto chose wine and women.

That's it.

Chapter 7 The Unexpected Visitor

Seeing Lei Suo, the super bodyguard, follow the woman upstairs, Roy didn't dare to win money recklessly like before. He also learned to be smart. He deliberately lost two after winning a few, so as not to make people lose their eyes. , and created an illusion of not winning much.

In fact, he won nothing less than twenty crowns in less than an hour.

The key is that no one can discover his secret.

But what Roy never expected was that a middle-aged man in his thirties was actually more shameless than him, cheating under his nose.

With his perception of more than 7, he is clearly aware of the middle-aged man's method of secretly changing cards. In short, it is ridiculously clumsy.

But he didn't say anything immediately.Now that there is no Lei Suo, the power is weak. If the local snake is angered, it will disturb Lei Suo's dream.

"Little ghost, seeing that you have won a lot, I invite you two to have a drink."

Seeing this, the disheveled mustache became more rampant, and he directly reached out to Roy's money, and took away ten kronor with a handful.

Roy, on the other hand, looked at each other blankly, and got a contemptuous look by the way.

Bazihu ​​realized it, thinking that he was lucky to meet a little fat sheep today, "Sure enough, he is a cowardly kid, let's see if I don't make a good fortune this time!"

He held out his hand again, this time not money, but cards, the mouth-watering Skelliger deck.

Everyone present had different expressions, but none of them complained.

"Poor little brother, this is being targeted by the Sparrow Gang!"

"You shouldn't be alone in the tavern, go find that witcher."

There was a loud "bang", and everyone at the scene felt a blur in front of them, but saw a dagger with dried blood stuck straight into the Quint chessboard, between the two fingers of the palm of the hand touching the card.

It almost hit his palm.

"Huh..." The mustache seemed to be stung by a bee and Lightning retracted his hand, his wretched face was pale, and he was terribly frightened.

"Where... where did this dagger come from? Why didn't I notice it?" He realized that he had lost his composure. A big man was frightened by a half-sized man with small arms and legs.Suddenly angry, "Little bastard, do you know who I am, dare to provoke the Sparrow Gang, are you tired of work?"

Roy ignored him, and flicked his left hand on the chessboard, and a pile of krona disappeared without a trace in front of everyone's eyes. Then he pulled out the dagger and stood it in front of his face, and blew lightly.

After killing a few people outside the city, his mentality changed slightly. He killed animals, people, and monsters.

"Sorry..." Roy said with a nonchalant smile, "Following the master witcher all year round, I often encounter some wild dogs, water ghosts, and ghouls. I am used to carrying weapons with me just in case. one."

"After all, if you encounter those things, don't cut off their heads..." At this point, Roy squinted his eyes and looked at the mustache. His immature face had the ferocity of an adult, which seemed a little strange.

"It's me who dies!"

Mustache's heart skipped a beat, and he rubbed his red eyes violently. Just now, he saw a bunch of blood-thick, bright red tentacles suddenly appearing on the child in front of him, grabbing at him...

When he looked again, the blood-colored phantom disappeared without a trace, but his heart was chilled, and he felt that this little ghost was extremely evil.

"Okay, you are brave enough. I didn't bring a weapon today, so I will let you go first! But, be careful when you go out."

"The Sparrow Gang will take good care of you." He dropped the harsh words and stepped back. Seeing that he was about to exit the tavern gate, he suddenly felt the hair in his ears cool, and a cold object brushed against his head.

He stretched out his hand to touch the bald spot, but there was a bunch of hair missing.

"hiss……"

Turning around, the dagger that almost chopped off his fingers was stuck in the wall behind him, and the handle was still shaking.

"Leave my sixteen crowns."

Roy's cold voice sounded.

After the character mustache dropped the money and ran away in despair, the people present lost their interest in continuing to play cards. They seemed to be afraid that the Sparrow Gang would come to retaliate and cause trouble, and they all disappeared in just a moment.

Roy rubbed his numb arm and put away the dagger. The flying knife just now exhausted all his strength and he almost lost control.

"It's so dangerous, I almost shot that bastard's head crookedly. It will be troublesome then."

He felt the side effects brought about by the unbalanced development of his physical fitness. If his agility had been higher and his body coordination better just now, the dagger would not have caused such embarrassment.

The tavern owner looked at Roy with his hair lowered in a daze, and thought he was scared, so he persuaded him earnestly, "Little brother, leave quickly, no matter how powerful you are, you can't beat a group of people."

"Don't worry about this." A majestic and rude voice sounded, and at the same time Roy heard heavy footsteps behind him.

"Please allow me to introduce myself." A dwarf with a round pancake headdress, an open-chested shawl, a jacket that is vertical to the knees, and stockings and pointed shoes came to Roy.

Yes, a real dwarf.

Roy's eyes widened. This was the first time he saw a non-human race, or an ancient race, when he came to this different world.

The dwarf in front of him has thick black eye sockets, a short and fat figure with a pot belly, and a bushy brown beard hanging down to his waist. It can be seen that he is an adult dwarf over 55 years old.

His height is less than Wuchi (1.5 meters), even half a head shorter than Roy.However, in the entire dwarf race, he is already considered tall.

"My lord, Sewell Hogg, is a fine wine merchant who settles in Edelsberg."

"Hello Mr. Sewell, I'm Roy, let me guess..." Roy rolled his eyes, "You didn't come here to find me."

Sewell's stomach was shy, and when he spoke, he seemed to deliberately suppress his throat, full of a rock-like rough and hard taste, "You are right, I received news that a witcher entered Ed Sborg... So this time I came here to think of something to ask that master. Now, please allow me to ask, what school is that Mr. Demon Hunter? Of course, no matter what, I will get rid of sparrows for you Help that disgusting bastard."

"Don't worry, he's not the cat school." Roy was a little powerless to complain about how hated the cat school was.

The dwarf was obviously relieved when he heard the words, "That's good. I won't disturb the rest of the two for the time being, and I will visit again tomorrow morning."

"I'll take care of that little bastard for you as a show of sincerity. Gro, all the expenses of the two guests today will be charged to my account!"

After telling the tavern owner, Sewell turned and left without delay.

Roy looked at his back, his eyes became deep, and quickly returned to normal.

This Sewell Hogg is actually 70 years old, and his appearance is completely invisible.The dwarf is indeed a long-lived race as rumored, and his attributes are not surprising.

But Roy observed three interesting abilities from him.

Toughness (Passive Solidification): Dwarves have a long lifespan and strong vitality. Adult dwarves have 20 more health points than humans.

Strong (passive solidification): Dwarves are known for their proficiency in using two-handed weapons and sufficient physical strength. Adult dwarves are born with 1 point more strength and physique than humans.

Short and fat (passive solidification): Five short statures and big belly make dwarves move slower than normal humans. Similarly, their appearance is not favored by other races of the opposite sex, and they may even be disgusted.Dexterity -1, Charisma -1.

Roy felt that these three skills could be called racial talents, so he wondered, since dwarves have racial talents, why don't humans have them?

No, humans have racial talent, Roy thought.Otherwise, the long-lived and strong dwarves and elves could not be forced to a corner by the tide of humans.

At this moment, the voice of the tavern owner Groo interrupted his thinking. "Little brother, you are lucky. Mr. Sewell just came to check the wine account today. Since he intervenes in this matter, you don't have to worry about the Sparrow Gang anymore."

"Isn't he just a wine merchant? The local gangsters also want to give him face?" Roy asked curiously,

"The local fine wine is basically monopolized by the dwarves. After all, they are an ancient race famous for their brewing and forging techniques. Mr. Sewell, as the nephew of the Mahakam dwarf elder Brovar Hogg, is in charge of managing the entire Edes Borg's liquor business, if he wants to continue to make a living in Edsberg, the Sparrow Gang must give him face."

"So what's bothering him?"

"Mr. Sewell..." Gro sighed, "has been haunted by nightmares for several months. He probably thinks something dirty is at work."

Chapter 8 Survey and guesswork

The next morning, Roy, who had meditated all night, woke up refreshed.

After completely replacing sleep with meditation, he only needs to rest for five hours and wake up every morning feeling refreshed.Such a day was completely unimaginable for him who often suffered from insomnia in his previous life, and even suffered from neurasthenia.

Moreover, although this young body is thin and weak, his physique is not bad, even better than his previous life.

Leto in the other room went out earlier than him, drinking wine and eating pies on the first floor of the tavern, still poker-faced, completely showing no sign of being romantic last night.

"Sleep a little longer?"

"Relaxation is relaxation. Demon hunters cannot lose their basic self-discipline."

The two chatted while eating, and Roy mentioned the dwarves by the way, but he didn't expect that the right lord would come as soon as he opened his mouth.

Compared with yesterday, Sewell's bags under his eyes seemed to be heavier, and he looked extremely tired, but he still kept his spirits up.He told the two about his troubles.

Naturally, the demon hunter would not dislike entrusting too much, so Lei Suo listened patiently.

"Beginning three months ago, the nightmare suddenly haunted me, like a devil from dawn to dawn, and never gave me a chance to relax."

"I sleep very poorly every night, and sometimes I wake up suddenly in the middle of the night. After a period of time, my physical health has been greatly affected."

"Can you imagine? Mahakam's little squirrel, Xavier Hogg, who used to be energetic without sleep for three days and three nights, now dozes off when he loses concentration. I feel that I am no longer strong dwarves, but goblins of the mountains of Tyr Tosha."